Donnybrooke is a race track. It's a straight-forward, uncomplicated track with no tricks or surprises. A good car proves itself in lap times. A bad one doesn't make it.
There are nine turns on the track, each of them challenging to the race driver, each of them a possible place to spin out of control if the driver doesn't know exactly what to do. The track is three miles long. Three miles, but they can make or break a driver and his crew.
Every year, the track in the northern section of Minnesota attracts thousands of race fans. Old and young flock to the course and pick their favorite spots to watch the action. And each year, hundreds of people come to camp on the grounds, live the simple life, follow the crowds. The tourist industry booms. The local townspeople rake in cash as fast as the tourists are willing to hand it over. Racing is big business now.
But there is always the problem of boredom too. Boredom for the families of friends of the racers and pit men. Boredom that cannot be stilled by only the action of the wheels on the track.
Boredom was Shelly Fields' problem. Married to a race driver, she thought his excitement would carry over to her. She followed him from track to track, living the spartan existence of the wife of a driver who was still hoping for the big money. Hope carries a man a long way, but it's a harder route for the woman who stands at the side watching, never driving.
With Shelly Fields, it didn't work. The boredom became too strong and she turned away from the track to search for her own excitement elsewhere. What she found was a challenge, one she met quickly and eagerly. She found enjoyment and fulfillment in a kind of fun that proved very dangerous. She was playing a game in which she didn't know the rules. She let instinct guide her, and trap her.
She lied to herself, conned herself into thinking she couldn't do anything about the trap after she got into it. But she could. It took a serious accident and a smart young man to show her the way back to the real self she was looking for.
There are women like Shelly Fields at every race track in the country. Young, bored women who aren't turned on by grease and talk of camshafts, time trials, fuel compression and pit stops. These women are part of the racing scene just as surely as the drivers themselves.
Not all of them do what Shelly Fields did. But some of them do. And not all of them find what Shelly Fields did. Some of them are still looking.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Shelly Fields undid another button on the blouse and fanned the cloth over her damp breasts. It was hot, so goddamn hot. She leaned against the side of the van and stared at the clouds and eddies of dust that swirled everywhere and gave the early summer morning a hazy appearance. The dust settled on everything, including her sweating flesh. She felt grimy already even though she had bathed less than an hour ago.
The noise from the race track was already a steady sound beyond the fringe of trees. And already, Shelly was tired of it. The excitement of the racing car circuit had already grown dull for her. Dave, her husband, had the physical stimulation of the races themselves. She had the monotony of standing and watching. And waiting. And once more the waiting had been in vain last night. She had stayed in the van, straightening up what few possessions they carried with them like gypsies from track to track. She had showered at the public facilities near the park and put on her sheerest and sexiest nightie. And Dave had grinned and said, "Not tonight, baby. I'm beat and the time trials start early tomorrow. When the big race is over, you and I can fuck up a tornado, but now I gotta get some sleep."
With that he had rolled over on the sleeping bag bed and conked out before she could climb in next to him. She'd made a half-hearted attempt to reach for his cock and try to rouse it, but he grunted and she finally turned her back on him in anger.
Now, in the heat of the morning, the unscrewed pain was still gnawing at her belly. She didn't like Dave's stalling games. When they were first married, and before, his big cock was always hard and he had been plenty willing to lay her whenever he could, coaxing and teasing her to readiness daily or sometimes more than once a day. But they'd been back home then, and the year on the racing circuit was still only Dave's dream. He was readying his car, planning his strategy, selecting his crew.
Now they were underway, and he seemed to find more satisfaction in driving that damned car than he did in fucking her. And in four months of marriage, she wasn't ready to settle for an occasional romp at his convenience.
She brushed her long blonde hair away from her cheeks and squinted at the flat layers of dust over the track. Behind her, Dave climbed down out of the van.
"Wish me luck, baby." He leaned over to kiss her lips but she barely responded.
"Luck and such, Dave." It was her standard salute to him before a race or trial. He seemed not to notice that she spoke absently. He swung his helmet over his arm and strode toward the track. She stayed where she was, watching until he vanished into the screening trees. An engine roared loudly as it came around the second turn.
Shelly sighed and turned back to the van. She stopped, looking at the dust-covered exterior of the blue truck. She couldn't go inside. Within an hour it would be like an oven. And the cramped space of the narrow van was like a trap. She whirled and headed for the back field as far from the track as she could get. She hated the whole scene and she wasn't going to stay. She'd find a way out, even if she had to go alone. She fought back the angry tears that threatened to well up in her eyes.
She hadn't been this far before. The noise of the track dimmed behind her and she followed a footpath through another grove of trees. The heavy screen of leaves overhead cut off the sun's glare and it was almost cool here. Even the voices of the people in the park, other drivers and their families, the watchers, the crews, faded. She heard a bird warble a song above her and looked up to try to find it. She thought she saw a flutter of leaves and turned to look again. She almost fell forward as her foot caught on a tree root and sent her sprawling.
"Hey, be careful!" A hand grabbed for her and steadied her on her feet.
"Thanks!" She found herself looking down at a young boy. He looked about twelve, with thick curls that lay around his face like a statue of a cherub she'd once seen in a church somewhere. His eyes were smoky gray and big and wide. She smiled at him. "Thanks again. I wasn't watching where I was going." She looked at the rest of him, beyond his face. He wore only a pair of swimming trunks, tight and hugging on his slim hips and across his mound of his young just-forming sex organs. Shelly felt a tight dry spot grow in her throat.
"That's okay," the boy said with an easy smile. His eyes came to the level of Shelly's breasts and for a moment he stared at the creamy white flesh that lay in the wide V where she'd undone the top buttons. His face flushed and he looked away quickly.
"Have you been swimming?" Shelly asked. The thought of cool water to plunge into was almost as nice as the thought of this young boy admiring her cleavage at the throat of her blouse. She smiled at him.
"Yeah." His voice cracked a little.
"Where?"
He pointed beyond them on the path. "Down there a way. It's a creek. Runs into the river back further."
"Will you show me?" she asked softly. She brushed at her hair. "It's so warm, I could sure use a swim."
The boy blushed again but nodded. "Sure, come on." He walked ahead of her on the narrow path, almost as if he dared not look at her again. She kept pace with his long steps and watched his boy ass grow taut and lovely with each step he took. The tight pain in her belly had begun to spread and she wondered what the child's little dick would look like without the swim suit covering it. She had to swallow the heavy rush of saliva that flooded her mouth at the thought. They rounded a bend in the path and he pointed to a barely noticeable tramped place through the brush.
"We have to cut through here," he said. He pulled back the low hanging branches of the tree and held them for her. She ducked and entered the cool tunnel of vegetation. Beyond the first batch of brush, she stopped and waited for him to guide her again. She stepped to one side of the narrow path and he had to turn sideways to squeeze past her. His cheek brushed against the high mound of her breast and he drew his breath in sharply. She felt the surge of his cool skin on her arm and it sent shivers through her.
She pulled back and smiled casually. What was she thinking of? He was a kid. She concentrated on following him again. In a few minutes they emerged into a clearing. A grassy bank sloped to a gently flowing creek where incredibly cool and clear water bounced over rocks and sent up tiny white caps of foam before rushing downstream again. Even the air felt cooler here.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" She walked to the edge and yanked off her sandals and sat with her feet in the moving water. It was cool and wonderful. She looked over her shoulder. The boy was watching her. "Do many people come here?" she asked softly.
He shook his head. "I've never seen anyone here but me. The others go down to the bend in the river where the water is deeper and they can swim and stuff. I like it here. It's quiet."
She smiled and looked up at where the canopy of leaves shielded them from the sun. "It's wonderful," she said. She didn't look at him again but began unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. The thin white cloth was clammy and stuck to her, and she peeled the garment off gratefully. Behind her she heard his quickly indrawn breath as she hung the blouse on a branch of a bush. Her bra was tight and her tits heavy in it. It was a knit nylon, and the cloth hugged her lush breasts like a second skin. The sheer material clearly showed the dark patches of her nipples and with him watching her now, she could feel her breasts stir and the tips begin to harden and press out on the cloth. The deep cleavage between her size 42-D cups was a dark line in the white flesh. Behind her, the boy looked down into it.
He had never seen a woman like this. Not one where almost everything was right on view for him. He'd looked at a few pictures in girlie magazines, but even those naked women somehow didn't compare to this dressed one before him now. He stood very still, not knowing what to do. She seemed not to notice.
"Umm, it does feel good. So cool and nice. Come on and sit too." She patted the ground beside her.
The boy hesitated, his face flushed with confusion and doubt. Finally, very slowly, he moved closer to her and lowered himself to the grass. He plunged his bare feet into the water and stared at them as though they were important to his safety.
Shelly smiled and made small circles with her own feet, splashing the water onto his thin legs. He sat with his thighs pressed close together but she couldn't take her gaze away from the little-boy bulge where they met. She was fascinated by the cocky promise that lay under the tight blue cloth of his trunks.
In slow motion, Shelly reached back to unhook the snaps at the back of her bra. The boy did not look up until she slipped the cloth free of her flesh and drew the straps down her arms. She tossed the bra lightly to the tree to rest beside the blouse. The boy looked at her naked breasts then.
His surprise was so great and his awe so intense he could not look away this time. Her beautiful boobs were naked! Hanging like huge ripe melons on a vine, they swayed slightly from her motion. The silver-dollar sized circles at the end sprouted hard pips that stood out more than a half inch from their bases.
"What's your name?" the woman asked, just as though she wasn't sitting half naked in front of his bulging eyes.
"Jimmy. Jimmy O'Conner." His voice barely carried over the splashing water at their feet.
"I'm Shelly Fields. My husband is racing here at Donnybrooke. You belong to a racing family?" She was still smiling but he couldn't look up from the big lovely tits.
"No. My brother is a pit boss. I came up with him." His mouth was very dry.
She leaned forward and the big breasts swayed away from her body and he almost gasped out loud. She put her hand in the water and then brought it up to rub over her naked flesh. She lifted the breast and smeared the cool water over and under it, making the edible nipples jut up and out even more than they were already doing. When she finished with one, she repeated the procedure on the other tit. Jimmy gulped hard.
"Ooohhh, that's so cool and nice. I'm so hot. I think I'm going to go in." With that she pulled her feet up and got up quickly. In a few deft movements, she undid the white shorts and snaked them over her hips and stepped out of them.
He saw the heavy darker pussy hair shadow at her crotch. The white nylon bikini panties barely covered her full ass and the wide hips that accented the dark pubic triangle. Looking up from where he sat, the shadows were very exciting. He knew she was not through.
She smiled at him and began to skim the panties downward, slowly, with her thumbs hooked in the elastic and the cloth sticking to her body as if it wanted to hold her. The edge of the cloth passed the top of the triangle, and the sight of the deep golden pussy hair surprised him. Somehow he imagined it would be darker. The tight curls were like fingers reaching for her private places. She moved one foot so her legs were spread slightly and he almost thought he could see a darker line where it marked the cuntal opening beneath the hair.
She climbed into the creek then, moving slowly past him so he was able to get a complete view of her naked body. She turned, smiled at him, and then sat down in the swift water.
She squealed. "Ohh, that's cold!"
He grinned and swallowed hard again. He watched her splash water over her shoulders and face, leaning forward so the huge domes of white breast flesh touched the surface of the water and made beautiful reflections. She wiggled and swayed, and the tits danced on the surface of the water. Then she raised one leg and rubbed its length with her palms as though cleansing it. Then the other. Each lifting motion gave him another watery view of the hidden treasure between her thighs.
She stood up then, like a goddess rising from the sea. Her body glistened with drops of clear water. One huge drop collected and hugged the nipple of her left breast like nectar. Then she walked slowly back to the bank.
"That was nice," she said softly.
Jimmy couldn't answer. He waited.
Her body folded and she was sitting beside him again, close, skin touching skin. Her cool breast was a firebrand on his arm. He wasn't cool himself any longer. She rubbed her body against his arm and smiled. Very gently she pushed him back until he was lying on the grassy bank.
"How old are you, Jimmy?"
The first time he tried to answer, no sound came from his lips. Her hand was on his abdomen, flat and pressing. He tried again. "Twelve."
She smiled. "You're very mature for twelve." The hand began to make circles on his naked flesh but they grew wider and wider until they were edging over the top of his trunks.
"I'll be thirteen in October," he said stupidly.
But she didn't laugh. The hand inched downward with each stroke. He was caught in her gaze, her blue eyes trapping his and saying things in silence to him, things he wasn't sure he understood but that he knew he wanted to learn more about.
She leaned closer to him then, her face an inch over his. He could feel her sweet warm breath across his mouth and nose and he began to breathe hard. He lost sight of the smile as she pressed her parted lips to his, gently at first then harder and more insistent. Her lips mashed gently on his to force them apart, her tongue licked over the dryness that had somehow filled his mouth. It speared between his lips, over his teeth and then finally touched his tongue. It sent Shockwaves through his young body. Suddenly he realized something else was happening.
Her hand had moved between his legs and rested now on his little-boy sex organs. He could feel the hard pressure of her palm and the gentle cupping movements that she made on the dormant penis and scrotum. A few times at night he had woken up with strange dreams and to find that his young penis had somehow hardened and hurt. He began to feel the same kind of pulling now, and it seemed to start somewhere deep in his guts. Her hand squeezed again and her tongue lashed across his. A funny sound bubbled in his throat.
She let go of his mouth and smiled at him. "You have a lovely young body. So hard and smooth." Her hand moved away from the hump of his cock and came back up to his naked belly. For a moment he wanted to gasp and tell her not to stop. But then she did something even better. Her cool damp hand slipped under the waistband of the trunks and inched its way down the secret flesh it had only felt through the cloth before. The belt buckle somehow snapped loose and she was able to continue the exploration of his flat-muscled, taut belly.
Shelly could hardly breathe. Everything had happened so quickly it was almost as though she were an outsider, someone watching the scene instead of the star player. She had wondered what this young boy's flesh might be like, and then before she knew it she was touching him, feeling his warmth, tasting his lips and tongue on her own.
Her heart was pounding in her chest with her own daring and the excitement of his youthful wonder. Now she moved her fingers past his navel, to the one or two visible strands of hair above his genitals. Her touch lingered at the base of the budding young prick which was still struggling to find its way to manhood. She reached under it and cupped the soft balls in their loose sacs. His testicles had descended, she could feel the hard nuts under the soft corrugated skin. She lifted and squeezed them carefully. The boy's mouth opened and his breath rasped through his throat. She smiled at him and bent to kiss him again.
This time his answer was not as passive. He tried inexpertly to meet the probing thrusts of her hot tongue on his. He speared and dived with his oral organ, searching and finding her need and answer. His right arm moved and brushed her tit and she pressed it to him. Almost hesitantly, his hand found the dome and caressed it gently, then move violently as its heat poured out to him.
She moaned softly and pulled away in haste. Her eyes were wild and her hands quickly yanked the damp blue nylon of his trunks down over his body. The boy watched her, unable to resist, not wanting to. She exposed his lower torso and with one quick lunge pulled the trunks off his legs. Then she came back swiftly and stopped with her face over his crotch.
The smile on her lips was a mixture of desire and pleasure. He held his breath as she licked his lips and brought her mouth down slowly to his flesh. Her first kiss on his flat belly was like the flutter of bird's wing. Then without warning, she opened her mouth and began to almost chew at his firm tight muscles. Her lips and teeth nibbled their way down into the thatch of hair. Her lips pulled it gently, making him wince slightly as the hairs pulled against the very tender flesh. Then new wonder spread through him and her cool hand touched his uncovered penis and lifted it to her lips. The first brush of her flesh on his made a sharp stab of pain shoot through his groin. Yet even in the pain, he knew that something wonderful was about to happen.
Shelly opened her mouth and took the tiny love offering. The incredibly smooth skin of the head of his cock was satin on her lips, warm wonderful satin. She touched her tongue to the tiny crevice in the head, opening it as far as it would go, sinking her wet hot tongue into the tiny hole and searching for a drop of fluid he would soon manufacture for her. She could feel the young muscles ripple and try to find an erection. Slowly, she sank the organ deeper into her mouth, cradling it on her tongue, lapping at the loose foreskin and working it back and forth with her lips and teeth.
The boy groaned and his body tensed. She brought her hands up and began to stroke at his hips and around his waist until she could grasp his firm smooth buttocks and delve for the crack between them. The child half lifted his weight to help her and the movement sank his cock even deeper into his mouth.
"Oooohhhh!!!" It was a virgin cry of building passion. Shelly sucked the golden cock harder and pried at his ass. Her long forefinger found the tight sphincter of his asshole and she rubbed at it gently at first, then harder and harder until he was writhing under her touch. She poked gently and inserted her finger in the tight anal muscle. The boy whimpered and shivered. His cock hardened again, and it was almost stiff now. Shelly lavished her love on it with her tongue and lips. She set up a steady rhythm of sucking back and forth, raising and lowering her head like a pounding hammer on him.
"Aaaaeee," the boy cried the sound as his penis reached its full erection. It was a hard stabbing column of flesh in her mouth now, and she smiled without letting it go. She was excited, hot, and she wanted this little boy. She wanted his unspoiled, untasted flesh, his first load of cum. He would make up for all the frustration Dave had left in her, the spurned love she offered. Dave could play with his car, she had the boy. She sucked his little boy dick harder.
She could feel the warning strain of his muscles. She let go of the delicious eating cock and smiled at him. "Now it's your turn, darling."
"Huh?"
She moved so her breast was at his face. "Taste it and love it."
His mouth opened and she placed the hard tip of the nipple in it. He nuzzled and his lips began to work at it, drawing the sweet nectar from the tiny pitted holes of the surface, draining the juice she was ready to give him. She closed her eyes and sighed and her hand went back to his lovely sweet young sex organs. Very gently, so she would not force his cum, she stroked and beat a steady tattoo on the cock. From time to time she reached under it to fondle the little balls beneath it. She turned her body so she could take the boy's hand and place it between her legs. His short fingers poked in the mass of damp pubic hair, found the ready wet opening and suddenly plunged into her pussy. She sighed and pushed her body harder onto his squirming fingers.
For a long time they clung together in the sweet-smelling grass, hands, mouths and sex organs being excited by the play. Shelly didn't ever want to stop, to lose the sweet boyish enthusiasm Jimmy was now showing. But his prick was rock hard now, and she knew that it would not be able to hold its lovely hot load much longer. She pulled her tit out of the boy's eager loving mouth.
"Aaaww!!!" his protest was immediate and real.
"Shhh, wait. Come here." She lifted his slim young body and positioned it over her hips. "Yes, now put that lovely golden tool up where your fingers were. Yessss!!! That's the way. Ummmmm!"
The boy needed no more instructions then. His hard hot cock speared between the wet heavy folds of her cunt, was sucked in deeply as she raised her legs and pulled his body to hers. Her thighs were hot and heavy around him. He gasped and she smiled at him.
"Oh, yes!!! It's so big and wonderful. Now start moving, like you did with your hand."
He was already in motion. His physical need had filled in any gaps in his education, and he began to fuck her in a steady pulsating rhythm. His eyes widened as his need grew and pains of desire and lust flashed through his loins. He felt the heavy pressure building behind his balls, and he felt the heat of the woman's cunt swamp him with wetness.
"Yeeeesssss!!!! Fuck me!!! Harder!!! Yesssss!!!!" Her words were whispered but their urgency was clear. He pounded his body into hers, filling each inch of her vagina with his young fuck stuff. He felt her arms come around his shoulders, his fingernails claw at his flesh. He felt the pain of his first exploding climax, and then the hot rush of thick cum as he ejaculated into the hellhole of fire.
"AAAaaaagggghhhhh!!!!" His cry of pleasure and fulfillment came from deep inside him. It was an animal sound, deep and lusting, complete and deserving.
Shelly felt her own hot spurt of readiness just as Jimmy's nuts began to go off. Her uterus tightened to a hard mass of fire. His hot cum spat up into her, and it set off her orgasm with a mighty rush. She felt the hard push of her secretions as her belly poured them out to meet his heavy virgin load of semen. They met, mingled, sloshed inside her and made her cum again. She whimpered, pulled him close, cried out.
"Uuummm, ooohhhhh, yeeeessss, mooorrreee!!!" She would not let go of him but used her hands to help him fuck his little-boy cock harder into the wet hole of her cunt. The loud smacking noises of the two naked bodies coming together filled the small clearing and mingled with the rushing water of the stream.
It was a very long time before the sounds quieted and the bodies stilled. Even then, their rasping tortured breathing filled their ears. Shelly pulled the boy down to her nude length, holding him close to her naked tits and not letting his drained and shrinking cock pull out of her wet cunt. She pressed her thighs together and held his little limp dick inside her like a prize she had won in a game. She could feel his warm breath across her neck, feel his heavy heartbeat against her own pounding breast. She smoothed his hair and whispered in his ear.
"That was wonderful, darling, just wonderful. You're a man now."
She knew she was right.
CHAPTER TWO
The distant sounds of the track barely reached them as they lay on the sweet cool grass and pressed their naked flesh together. Shelly had cum wonderfully, yet her belly was already rousing for a new adventure. She wondered if the boy's little dick would be able to get hard again and please her once more. He was so young, so inexperienced. Maybe, if she worked patiently and slowly, she could excite him again. She began to rub her cool palm along his back. He stiffened then relaxed against her breast. She moved the palm downward to stroke the small round domes of his buttocks. His body molded to hers, bending his sex organs against her hot flesh, cementing them together. His penis was soft and deflated now and it could no longer hold its grip inside her cunt. But she could still feel its damp warmth against her thigh. She stroked his ass and held him close, slowly working her hand down between his legs from the back and touching his balls with tiny, deft motions. He breathed heavily against her tits.
"I'd like it very much if you sucked it, Jimmy." She spoke right at his ear in a soft whisper.
For a moment, he was very still. She heard the tiny sound of a gasp, then his mouth opened and he took the ripe cherry of her tit between his lips. As before, he hesitated a moment and then began to lap greedily at the promised offering. His tongue lashed over the hard tip and his lips made gulping sucking sounds as he tried to force the gigantic dome into his tiny mouth. Above his head, Shelly smiled. She arched her back slightly to force the breast as far as it would go in the hungry little mouth. At the same time, she caught his soft balls in her hand and began to work at them to bring them back to action.
"Mmmm," she crooned at him. "You are a mighty lover. Ohhhh, that feels so good!!! When you grow up you're going to be one of the best! All the women will want you!"
He sucked harder, pleased with her compliments. He had known nothing when he met her on the path only a few minutes ago. Now she had already made him fuck and cum like a man, and she wasn't through yet! He gulped air into his lungs and tried to devour the sweet-tasting tit in his mouth. He thought vaguely of some of the kids he knew at school and the smart talk in the locker room or on the corner. All the boys talked about girls, women, even about screwing. But he knew damn well none of them had ever gotten any further than maybe feeling up under one of the seventh grade girl's dresses to a plump thigh. He had never even dared that much! Christ, and here he was now screwed and still being had! He began to feel the strange rumbling feeling in his loins. He wasn't sure if it was the same thing he'd felt before, but he knew he wasn't going to tell her to stop. Whatever she wanted to teach him was okay with him.
Her free hand worked its way between them and found the tiny drained pecker. She took it in her fist and massaged it gently, then began pumping it back to life. It was very soft and very tired. She still wasn't sure he would make it. But it didn't matter so much anymore, she had discovered that just feeling and tasting his flesh was exciting. The anger and frustrations she'd felt earlier at Dave were gone. She was content. She was getting hot again.
She moved slowly, extricating her body from his mouth and gripping hands. He looked up at her as if he knew she had some better plan in mind. His eyes were bright and glazed. She smiled at him.
"Come on, let's clean off in the water a little, then I'll show you something new." She sat up and took his hand. He followed her willingly as she slid back to the water's edge and into the cool bubbling stream. The rocks beneath their naked rumps were slippery and the water cascaded over their legs and torsos. Shelly smiled and held his cock, grabbing it as it bobbed on the surface of the water as though it would float downstream with the current. Even under the cold water, it made him feel warm and funny to have her touch him like that.
She used her hand like a cloth to cleanse the sticky cum from his cock. Then she took his hand and put it between her legs again, right on her cunt. "Now you wash me," she said gently.
His finely tapered young fingers moved between the thick walls of her pussy. He scoured and rubbed, letting the cold water enter with his hand. She squealed and shivered slightly, "Nice," she said and smiled at him again.
She lay back in the water, with just her head over the surface. The flow made a small waterfall over her shoulders and the high domes of her tits. Jimmy watched it in fascination.
When she finally sat up, she had to pull his eager hand out of her vagina. But not for long. They scrambled onto the bank and lay on the grass again. He was all set to start where he had left off, sucking the hard cold tit, but she shook her head. She swiveled her body to the 69 position and opened her legs to him.
Propped on one elbow, she told him, "It tastes very good. Try it. Tongue it and lick it and suck it. You may be surprised." Then she lowered herself and immediately set to his limp prick again, taking it in her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. The cold water had left it shivery and flaccid and she began to put her own warmth on it. She could feel a patch of sunlight that had broken through the overhang warm on her ass. She moved, and the boy's head touched her thigh.
He used his lingers first, opening the sweet wet muscles that had managed to stay hot despite the chilling stream. He stared in wonder. He had never seen anything so ruby red, so glistening wet, so creamy and juicy in his life. And she wanted him to eat it! He swallowed the saliva that had collected in his mouth and spread the cuntal fold farther apart. He could look right inside her! It looked like a long dark wet tunnel, a glistening red inviting tunnel. At its entrance he saw a tiny bump of flesh. Instinctively, he knew he was supposed to touch it. He put his lips to it and tried to grab it between them. Shelly moaned softly and sucked his cock harder. He knew she wanted more. He teased the tiny bud of ripe flesh with his tongue and she moaned and pulled him close and clamped her thighs around his head. He sucked it more and then finally buried his face and mouth in the hot hole that waited and dripped honey for him.
Shelly felt the young tongue explore her clitoris. It sent shivers through her, making her hot and sexy and hurrying her passion. She worked lovingly on the cock in her mouth, let her hands find his balls and asshole. He began to squirm under her hands and mouth. The struggling prick stiffened slightly, but her cunt came alive in a flurry of excitement as his tongue speared up into it. He was learning so fast!
Great shivers began to radiate through her naked body. They began at the point of contact of his mouth and her pussy. She held him tight between her thighs, felt his struggling gasps for air, but could not let him go. She humped hard onto the loving little tongue he gave her, sucked even harder on the delightful semi-hard organ in her mouth. She knew now that she would not rouse him to a full erection again, but she would be able to fill him with pleasure so he would make her cum again. And that was what she wanted. She was so hot, so ready. Her lust had tightened in her belly, a hard pain that demanded orgasm for its release. She groaned, pounded her cunt to his face, felt the hard shafting tongue he reached up into her. She pressed her naked belly to his chest and he lapped at her again. This time it sent her skyrocketing into climax, huge waves of delight rushing through her like the cold stream rushing over the rocks at their back.
"Uuuugggghhhhh!!! Ooooohhhhhh!!!" She moaned the sounds onto the prick nuzzled on her tongue. It made a mighty effort to harden, almost made it, then died again as her orgasm burst and finally began to diminish. For a long time she simply lay there, letting the cum send its rays of delight through her body, letting the sun warm her cool skin and letting time cool her hot sex organs. Above them, birds chirped and fluttered in the branches.
When Shelly finally sat up, the boy lay back on the grass exhausted. He had experienced so many new things all at once that he could hardly understand them. He knew only that he felt very good, and he liked it.
Shelly sat up and her beautiful big boobs danced on her ribs. Even after all this, he still liked to look at them. He wondered if he would ever get tired of seeing them-hers or anyone else's!
"Did you like that?" Shelly asked.
He nodded, still not trusting his voice.
She reached across the grass and picked up his wadded swimming trunks and began to untangle them. "Maybe we can come here again some time. Would you like that?"
"Yeah."
She smiled. "You're staying the whole weekend, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
She laughed softly. He was so young and now so eager. "What car does your brother crew for?" She held out the trunks to him.
"Number Sixteen, Joe Harris."
Shelly nodded. "He's a good driver, I've seen him before." She reached for her bra and began to wiggle her tits into it and struggled to do the hooks in back. The boy watched intently. "My husband is a good driver," she added. "Number 68. A blue Camaro. Ever seen him?"
The boy looked thoughtful then said, "No, I don't think so. I haven't been to too many races. I'll bet he's good though." It was almost as if he felt he had to agree with everything she said.
She laughed softly again. He was a sweet child. She stood up and began to slip the clinging nylon briefs up over her legs and hips. Her skin was still damp, and the cloth protested and stuck. The boy paused in his own dressing to watch again.
"I think maybe you should go on back by yourself," Shelly suggested. "It might not look good for us to be seen coming out of the woods together." There was something mocking in her smile, but he nodded quickly.
"When-I mean can-when-?"
She laughed and the sound tinkled over the babbling water. "Meet me again? I'd like that. What about tomorrow morning during the trials? About this time?"
His head bobbed up and down in eager assent. She leaned over and kissed his lips lightly. "Run along now, darling. I'll see you here tomorrow."
He grinned and scampered down the path through the woods. She watched until the shield of greenery closed behind him and cut him off from view. She tugged the bikini pants into place and bent over to pick up her shorts.
She heard the rustle of the leaves and thought he had come back. There was a ready smile on her lips as she looked up. It froze there when she found herself looking into the dark brooding eyes of a perfect stranger.
He was tall and slim. There was something vaguely familiar in his rugged good looks but she couldn't place it. His glance took in her nearly nude body, lingering on the see-through bra where the hard nipples still jutted against the cloth. The look inched its way over her flesh to the line of the panties, then down to the obvious darker triangle of hair it hid. She could feel the appraisal in his look, the weighing and judging of the possible hidden treasure. She felt fear dry her mouth, yet there was no real danger in his stare.
"That was quite a performance with the kid," he said matter-of-factly.
Now her fear was real. He had seen her with Jimmy! Panic stabbed at her ribs and her breath caught in her throat. What was he going to do? She waited, her eyes narrow and hard on his face, studying him and trying to place him. Had she seen him around the track? Another track maybe?
"You always fuck kids or do you take on men too?" His tone was insolent and it angered her.
She felt a quick flush of blood to her face and deliberately she bent and started to pull on the shorts. She was off balance when his arm shot out and his hand grabbed her wrist.
"I asked you a question, damnit!" He was angry.
Her own fury matched his. "Let go of me! Who the hell do you think you are?" She tried to wrench her wrist free but he was too strong for her. His fingers were a vise around her bones and she was trapped. The shorts dropped around her ankles and she stumbled again until she dragged her trapped foot out of the puddle of cloth.
The man laughed then and she looked up startled. "You really want to know?" he asked and laughed again.
Her eyes blazed but she did not answer.
"I'm Jimmy's brother, that's who. Jesse O'Conner! Now what do you say to that?" The smile was a twisted thing that hung on his lips without humor.
Shelly's heart skipped several beats. The eternity of time hung motionless over her. The consequences of what she had done suddenly loomed as a very real threat. His eyes were still biting her flesh and she had difficulty meeting them. She looked away but the tightening grip on her wrist made her look back to him. Still she could not speak.
"You asked, baby, and I answered. What do you say now?" His gaze held hers rigidly.
"I-" Her voice was a thin reed that split and faded.
He laughed. "Makes a difference, huh?" The sneer was cold and deliberate. "Seems to me that all states have laws about-what do they call it-contributing to the delinquency of a minor? Or is it statutory rape? He laughed softly again as though he had a private joke. "A woman can rape a little boy, can't she?"
Shelly ran her tongue over her parched lips and stared at him. She thought about Dave and the trouble this man might cause between them or for them. If he told what she had done, what he had seen, Dave might be thrown out of the race, the circuit. And she well, she didn't even want to think about what might happen to her.
She stood very still and waited for his decision. It was like waiting for the blade to fall across her neck. To her surprise, Jesse's sneer softened and became a smile.
"You're lucky I'm broad minded," he said. "In two ways. First I can't get my mind off broads. I like a piece of ass often." His glance swept over her near naked body. "You look pretty damned good to me right now. I've gone without cunt for three days and I need some. I need it bad."
She said nothing but watched him closely.
"The other way I'm broad minded is that I know if you didn't get to Jimmy, some other babe would. Maybe it's better he should learn from a pro instead of fumbling around in some dark movie house with a stupid kid. At least now he knows how good pussy can be." He smiled again. "I could tell by watching him that you showed him a hell of a good time. He'll never forget it."
Something inside Shelly began to uncoil, like a spring that had been wound too tight and was being undone. He wasn't threatening her the way she thought he might. He hadn't mentioned the police or her husband or any legal trouble. He was approaching the problem from his own selfish viewpoint. She felt quite objective about it and considered the implications of his words. He was offering her a deal-unspoken in plain language, but a deal nevertheless. His silence about his kid brother in return for his own pleasure.
She looked at him with new appreciation. He was not bad looking in a rough-hewn way. His thin face and high cheekbones emphasized his dark deepest eyes and the frame of dark thick hair that framed his face. His jaw was square and solid, a no-nonsense firmness to it.
He sensed the change in her, the abolition of fear. He grinned and his even white teeth gleamed. She saw the darting motion of his very red tongue as he said, "Well, do I get the piece I need?"
She chewed at her lip a few seconds and couldn't keep the corners of her mouth from curling up. "Sure, you don't look so bad yourself."
He laughed out loud then. "Okay, baby." With that he jerked her to him and crushed her body to his slim firmness and covered her open mouth with his. His lips were hot and heavy, mashing against her full ripe ones, his teeth pressed hard to hers and his tongue entered the hot tunnel of her mouth. It rolled and speared at hers, lashing it to hot need, finding and exciting the taste buds of lust.
His rough hands rubbed violently over the naked expanse of flesh between her bra and panties, forcing themselves under the strips of cloth to find even more warm waiting flesh. He stabbed his fingers into the crack of her ass and pried the mounds apart in search of her asshole. He rubbed at the tight sphincter, poking slightly and almost forcing his way into it. Then he moved downward against her flesh again, following the crack to the more sensitive area between her legs.
Shelly moaned softly. The heat of his body under the white T-shirt came through to her, and the hard pressure of his lean chest against her high bulging tits was scorching and exciting. His firm crotch touched hers and he pressed his body closer to force the bulge of his sex organs against the thin shield of white nylon panties. They seemed to melt and vanish in the immediate heat that grew in her. It had been fun with the boy, but now a man was readying her for something special.
She let her body yield to the pressure and her soft curves fit themselves to the hard angles of his body. She could already feel the churning wet heat in her uterus and vagina, her secretions that excited her and made her ready for the new experience of him. His other hand expertly unfastened the snap of her bra and the cloth fell loose from her flesh. His hand darted to a tit, squeezing it hard and milking the nipple to turgid attention. His fingers rolled the hard tip and pushed at it until the wrinkled skin was pulled taut and hard with the pressure of her excitement. She moaned again softly into the kiss.
He broke away from her mouth. "Okay, baby, let's play like the big kids now. Get those goddamn things off and spread your legs. I'm hot for you and I need it now."
Dazed, she moved quickly to follow his command. She dropped the loose bra from her arms and simply let it fall to the ground. The panties were already half off from his play, and she skinned them down her legs and kicked them aside in a quick motion. She ran her tongue over her lips as she lowered herself to the ground as she watched him undress.
He yanked the white T-shirt over his head and the dappled sunlight caught the deep tan of his chest. Small tight curls of dark hair dotted the smooth skin and the two deep coral circles of his nipples were like spotlights on the flat surface. Her tongue moved over her lips again unconsciously and her breath began to come in faster rhythm.
He unsnapped the blue jeans and she was immediately rewarded by another glimpse of naked flesh. He wore no underwear, and the slim hips and flat abdomen were revealed as soon as he jerked the denim down over his hips. The line where the tan ended was indistinct, as though he had sunned nude part of the time. She watched the jeans fall below his crotch, and saw the heavy equipment of his sex organs bound from its captivity and reach out to her.
She gasped. The long dark golden cock was fully erect, and it speared from the nest of pubic hair like a flagpole. Below, the huge balls swayed and seemed to swell as she watched.
Jesse grinned. "You like my dick, baby?"
She nodded. She fell back on the grass and spread her legs in expectation.
He laughed softly. "Better than some little kids?"
She nodded again, unable to think about anything but his hard lance of fuck flesh slipping inside her. He moved closer, and she could see the tiny spot of moisture on the red velvet head of his organ. His need had produced the preseminal fluid and was ready to lubricate her twitching cunt.
But her fluttering cunt had its own slick juice. She could feel the quick rush of wetness between her legs, the flow of love juice that made her squirm and open her arms to him as he lowered his body to hers. He knelt on the grass, the stiff ramrod cock spearing out over her. She tried to pull him onto and into her, but he was too strong and his body did not move. He was grinning, teasing.
"Taste it first, baby. You see I got my fucking start with a bitch like you, a woman who couldn't keep her hands off young ass. And she taught me plenty, especially the joys of having my cock sucked. So go to it until I tell you to stop." With that he moved up and his enormous prick jutted at her face. Her mouth opened quickly and the heavy hard spear touched her tongue. He bent his body forward so he could angle his big dick straight into her throat. Then he shoved it down.
For a moment, the pulsating flesh cut off her air. She struggled to breathe, moved her tongue up to cradle the love offering, suckled it. Now she could breathe through her nose, and her mouth was able to devote its full efforts to the probing, pulsating cock. She ran her tongue over it, under it, around it. She could trace the path of the wiggly vein that pulsed with vibrating need. She could feel the hard jutting head of the organ mushroom from the stem. She ran her tongue around the thick ridge the bulging head formed and felt the silky skin of the hidden crevice. She brought her tongue over the head, sliding smoothly on the unmarked swollen skin until she found the opening she sought. She jabbed her tongue at it, forcing the two sections apart, trying to demand an offering from the loaded cock. Jesse began to pump his dick in and out of the hot tunnel. She sucked on it harder.
"Goddamnit, that's good cocksucking!" Jesse's voice was a hoarse tight whisper. His body was primed and ready, hot for this prick-sucking doll. He felt the tight tug of her mouth on his feverish cockhead and the unexpected spurt of the beginning of his cum. She drank it so greedily that he almost went off all the way. With a hell of a lot of effort, he pulled his cock from the vacuum of her mouth.
"Shit, baby, you are good, but I want that cunt. I watched you send Jimmy up there and I listened to that swamphole of yours eat him up. I want some of the same."
He moved quickly down along her body, letting his spit-wet cock drag over her popping breasts and along her flat quivering belly and through the thatch of golden hair above her thighs. She spread herself quickly again for him and he aimed the javelin of dribbling lust toward her waiting pussy. It paused just a second to stab briefly at her clitoris and trigger her need even more. Then his slick cock skidded along the thick wet folds of her cuntal mouth and stabbed into the waiting readiness.
Shelly gasped as the hot heavy snake ripped up inside her cunt. It was long and so thick it took her breath away. It filled her cunt fully, pressing hard against the walls and stabbing sharply at the depths. He began to fuck with a steady beat instantly. He half-supported his weight on his arms at her sides, but the full length of his body moved along hers with each stroke. His chest scraped against her tits, forcing them up and down and exciting them to bursting stage. She looked right up into his face, the sharp gleaming dark eyes that smoldered with fire, the straight nose that seemed useless as he panted air through his open mouth, and most importantly, the red thick tongue behind the fence of white teeth, promising and threatening and waiting.
"Yeeeessss!!!!" It was a plea from her body and mind. She was hot and crying for him. Her hands went up and around his neck, pulling against his strength and urging his mouth onto hers. He braced himself and covered her hungry lips with a passionate kiss but a brief one. He had more demanding things on his mind.
"Christ, my dick's so hard it hurts. You're gonna get it, baby, the full load! Ohhh, jeeezzzz!"
She felt the sudden pressure that filled the already swollen and throbbing cock. It ballooned inside her, filling every spot, pressing hot need into her and coaxing hot need from her. The end of the stabbing prick jolted through the tiny opening of the muscles that sealed off her uterus. She sucked lungsful of air into her body and let it out in a long moan as her orgasm built and exploded with his.
She clung to his flailing body, her nails scraping his firm hard back muscles, her snapping cunt gulping and sucking at the rocket fire organ that shot back and forth inside her. Her own passion was beyond control and she felt the hot spurt of sticky cum flood from her uterus.
In that same instant, his cock exploded inside her. He shot a thick column of hot sticky cum down her sucking, guzzling tunnel of love. He gasped as her cunt drank it and begged for more, draining his heavy balls completely and fusing them together with molten lava. Their blended cums gurgled and lathered their sex organs, emitting loud wonderful sexy sounds that drove them to new frenzy. He pounded his cum-coated cock in and out of her juicy snatch until he was dripping with sweat and panting for breath. Finally he slowed down.
"Jeezz! What a piece! You and I make beautiful music together, baby." He grinned and very slowly withdrew his drained prick from her cunt. He slid over the high melons of her tits and played briefly at the rosy red nipples that were still hard and erect.
"You know, chick, that was even better than I expected. How about you?"
Still dazed and satiated, she nodded. "Mmmmm."
He laughed. "Yeah, I figured. I've had a little more experience than Jimmy so I should be better. But if he hangs around broads like you very much, he'll catch up damned fast."
She didn't know whether or not to smile. His words were light but they somehow still held a hint of threat. He could still cause trouble for her, lots of it. She watched his face trying to find a clue to his thoughts. She said nothing.
His hand was still on her naked flesh, roaming the high hills of her boobs, rubbing with firm pressure over her flat belly, barely touching and teasing at the triangle of hair marking the entrance to her womanhood. For a second she held her breath, hoping he might take her again, bring her to new heat and lust. But his hand moved upward again.
"Where you going from here?" he asked suddenly.
"What?"
"After the weekend. Your husband racing the circuit this year? You moving on with him?"
She nodded. "Yes." She swallowed the dry fear that insisted on creeping into her throat. "We're going to the Michigan International. You?"
He looked thoughtful. "Yeah, one way or another I'll get there. I'm counting on us winning some top money this weekend. I can sure use some bread. Christ, I'm broke." He stared off into the thick foliage and seemed to have forgotten that his hand was still rubbing her bare breast and cupping it, lifting its weight and squeezing gently.
She barely heard his words, they hovered on the perimeter of her mind as her body responded to the caressing strokes on it. Everybody needed money. Dave was always saying the same thing. So far, he had built his talent and reputation slowly but surely. He often came in the money now. It went out as fast as it came in, but at least they were almost climbing out of the huge debt the car had put them in. Needing money was in the stock car racers lament. It. was nothing new.
Jesse looked back at her. "But we can talk about that later. I have the feeling you and I may be seeing a lot of each other this weekend." He laughed softly. "And when I have to work, you can always continue your lessons with Jimmy."
She almost blushed but she was not shocked by the idea. She had already promised to meet Jimmy here tomorrow, and she would keep her promise. It seemed pretty sure now that his brother didn't care about the kid's sex life initiation. He had simply used it as a way to get his big dick into her. Strangely, she didn't mind. His cock had been well worth it! She could still feel the hot delight that radiated through her body and the tingling rays of pleasure that made warped tracks down her legs.
He lifted and hugged the tit in his hand and then bent forward to capture the hard nipple in his teeth and nibble it gently. His tongue licked at the tiny rosebud cap and tried to extract its nectar. Then his mouth opened wide and he took the golden globe as far into it as he could and sucked it hard.
Shelly couldn't he still. But as she tried to get hold of him, he turned his body so her hand touched his wet sticky cock. Her fingers closed around it quickly and she was not too surprised to find that it was already growing and filling again. She began to work it up and down, sliding the loose skin over the hard core, slipping it as far as she could over the bulging head and then drawing it all the way back to fold in deep creases over the base. Her hand brushed against his balls with each pull, and he made a small sound in his throat without letting go of the hot hard nipple. He worked his other hand between her legs and found the wet quicksand of her pussy, still dribbling and draining with their mixed cums. He jabbed his fingers into it and played in the pulpy wet walls of erotic flesh. He poked hard into the thick slippery pulp and explored the vastness of it. It was slimy and hot and his fingers crept into the darkness. He spread her so wide he got his whole hand up in her. His long fingers found the inner muscle and probed at it.
Sherry whimpered with delight. "Ooohhhh, yeeesss, do it more ... more ..."
He jabbed the fingertip into her swampy cunt and she responded by increasing the tattoo on his cock. The talented fingers brought her to a very quick arousal and before she knew it, she fell over the brink of orgasm. Once again, huge waves of pleasure exploded inside her with a new flood of secretions and his hand slithered and slipped but never missed the hard pounding beat that made her cum.
"I'm cuuuummmmiiinnngggg!!!" She wailed the sound into the sunlit morning and only the birds answered and the heavy breathing of the man beside her. He hand-fucked her until she lay limp and filled, satisfied again by his expert sex play. Before she had a chance to even wonder what was coming next, he yanked his hand out and grabbed her hips.
"Roll over, baby, I'm going in the back door." He shoved and placed her willing body where he wanted it, on her belly so her ass faced him. Without preamble, he mounted her again. "Pull your knees up!"
She did, pressing her face into the sweet-smelling grass and feeling the coolness of it on her naked tits and belly. He stabbed his hard cock toward her asshole.
The tight muscles protested, and he slapped the tip of his cock against them several times to put some of her own lubrication back on her. Then he centered the dribbling wet head of his prick on the drawstring muscle and pushed.
Shelly held her breath then forced herself to open her mouth and breathe deeply. It relaxed her and she felt the first trembling pain as his huge cock entered her asshole. She breathed deeply again. Jesse pushed it slowly but steadily forward. His huge tool passed the gate of her anal muscle and entered the tight dry passage.
She gasped and controlled her breathing again.
"Christ! That's hot and tight!" He pushed his dick in deeper. His own new burden of preseminal fluid began to ooze out as the tight shit tube squeezed his cockshaft unmercifully. And the wetness began to lubricate the passage. He began to fuck slowly, pulling his dick back only a fraction of an inch with each stroke and then pushing it only a bit deeper. By the time he got his cock all the way in her asshole, he was so damned hot he was ready to cum again.
"Man, what a tight spot!" He pushed and rode harder.
Shelly couldn't speak. Her entire body was on fire. The excitement Jesse had started with his tongue and fingers was now a roaring inferno in her guts. Her uterus and vagina ached with the sparking heat, and the hot thrusts of his cock in her rectum seemed to cut right through the wall of the organ and meet the double need of her passion. She clutched at the cool grass under her body and grasped great hands full as her body humped forward with each of his jabs. She sucked air deeply into her lungs, open-mouth, unconscious of the sounds she made. The fire flamed higher, roared out of control. From a long way off she heard the sounds of ecstasy.
When she pressed her face into the grass and the sound was smothered, she realized it had been she who cried out. Above her, she heard the soft fervent swearing of the man who pumped a new hot load of love juice into her asshole. His body was slick and damp against her, his hands hard on her hips holding up her ass so he could spear her better. She couldn't make out his words, they were a garbled grunt and moan of pagan pleasure. But she understood the tone and felt the hot spurt of his cum bubble into her. It was a long time before the two figures came to stillness. He let go of her hips and her body sank very slowly to the grass. Her ass felt cold as his heat departed from it, but her insides were still fused steel, molded by the orgasm that left her whimpering and helpless. She lay, her face still pressed to the grass, her fist still clutching the blades they had torn out by the roots.
Jesse sat back on his haunches and breathed heavily for a long time. Finally, he grinned at the prone figure and struggled to his feet. He stepped into the icy stream and found a spot deep enough to submerge himself completely. The cold water rushed over his head and brought him back to life and vitality. He splashed underwater for a few seconds and came up blowing the water from his nostrils and mouth. She was still lying where he had left her.
He laughed silently. He had shown her what fucking was. Now, he knew she would talk to him any time he wanted her. And already a plan was forming in his brain. He grinned and climbed up the low bank. He pulled his jeans and shirt over his wet flesh and stabbed his feet into his sandals.
Without a word, he crossed the small clearing and found the path which had brought him here.
Behind him, Shelly opened her eyes at the sound of the rustling leaves just in time to see Jesse vanish behind them. She opened her mouth to call to him, but only a small sob came from her throat. She buried her face in the grass again.
CHAPTER THREE
That afternoon, Shelly picked herself a spot by turn two and watched the qualifying races. She was more excited than she had been at a race for a long time. After she left the stream earlier, she had gone back to the van and fixed some lunch in case Dave came back. He hadn't, of course. He never did until he was sure of a spot in the finals. She'd eaten plenty of lonely lunches. Dinners too. Even breakfasts. After four years of marriage to Dave, the glow had worn off. The excitement of following his trek from track to track, making the circuit, hoping to win but barely coming out ahead far enough to live on-she was a bit tired of the whole scene. It had become dull and meaningless. She felt the excitement of the race the same as she always had, but the urgency of Dave's coming in a winner had somehow paled.
His promises had become meaningless, his dreams never fulfilled. When they had met and married, he had talked about his cars and the big money they would have when he got to the top. It was only a matter of time. Four years. She laughed softly to herself and tried to find his blue Camaro as a group of cars came into the turn.
The dust cloud choked her and she squinted into the haze. He was on the outside, hitting the turn at a full 120 or better. The damned fool. He'd wreck the car before the races began!
Rubber shrieked against concrete. For a moment, the Camaro with the big 68 painted in white on its side rocked and looked as though it would fly off the track. Shelly gritted her teeth and held her breath. The tenths of seconds seemed like eternity before Dave got control of the car again and it came through the curve on four wheels. Shelly let her breath out slowly. Her heart was pounding. Damn, what was the matter with her? One minute she hated Dave and told herself he could pile up and kill himself and she wouldn't care, but then she found herself scared, breathless, when something like this happened.
Now she peered through the screen of dust that hang over the track and watched the other cars whiz by. The tremendous roar of the motors was deafening, but she had somehow immuned herself to it.
A yellow Mustang came around the turn on the inside fence. She saw the black numerals on the side, 16. Joe Harris. Jesse O'Conner's car. Jimmy-She brought her thoughts back abruptly. She had to be careful, her memory and imagination carried her away too quickly. She concentrated on watching the driver take the car expertly around the dangerous curve. The turn had little or no banking, and was often called the most dangerous past of the course. Too many drivers spun out on the outside if they didn't cut their speed to about 120. Joe Harris made it look easy.
She had to admire the driver and his experience in driving. She had seen him a couple of times at other tracks, and he was one of the competitors Dave feared most. He felt personally challenged by the more experienced man, even though neither of them had yet finished in first place in the circuit. But they vied for the top money, and Joe was a little bit closer to it than Dave.
Shelly realized suddenly that she had a headache. She was tired of the noise and the choking dust. She felt dry and hot all over again. She turned from the rail and walked back toward the grove of trees that shielded the vans and trailers where so many of the drivers and their crews lived. Stock car racing, on the lower levels, didn't lend itself to fancy or even unfancy motels on the road. The van that had seemed so glamorous to Shelly four years ago was a traveling coffin now. In it she felt dead, smothered. She walked past it and down along the path again. At least the woods gave an illusion of coolness.
When she reached the spot where she and Jimmy had cut through to the stream, she paused. The distant sounds were muted, she was alone. Carefully she pulled back the brush and headed for the stream again.
But she was still alone when she got there. The small secluded spot was silent and empty. No one swam in the stream, sat on the bank. She sighed and pulled off her sandals and dangled her feet in the water. She hadn't really believed anyone would be here, but she had hoped against hope that Jimmy might. She couldn't get the memory of his sweet young little pecker from her mind. Even after the session, the very satisfying session, with Jesse. The young boy still tantalized her, and she got a strange feeling of need in her guts when she remembered him.
But her guilt was strong too. She knew that it could have been real trouble all the way around if his brother had not been so damned horny himself. He could still cause trouble, and she would have to be on her guard with him.
She lifted her feet and let the water drip off them before she pulled back and lay on the grass. It was so quiet and peaceful here, she hated to go back. She wasn't much of a country girl, she'd always lived in the city and enjoyed the life and excitement there. Maybe that was why she had been attracted to Dave with his promises of people and thrills as a constant diet.
She closed her eyes and thought about how she and Dave had met. She'd been a senior in high school, not any great student but fully enjoying the social life that came with middle class schooling. Her folks were settled in their ways and yet permissive enough that they never questioned her hours or friends. They always said they had raised a good girl, and they didn't have to worry about her.
In reality, she had lost her virginity when she was thirteen, still in junior high. The crowd she moved with was popular and followed the sports teams from game to game. The basketball team had made it to the state tournament, and she was on one of the bus loads of kids that made the trip to the host city. More than a hundred boys and girls from her school had gone. Well chaperoned, the parents had been assured.
It had been a simple matter for the kids to elude the chaperon's whenever and wherever they put their minds to it. Couples and groups sneaked out of the hotel, strolled the downtown streets, a few enough managed to buy their way into porno movie houses without too much questioning. Some of the others had stayed at the hotel. Shelly was one of these. But they didn't have a dull time.
Joey Cranston had smuggled in a bottle of bourbon he'd swiped from his father's liquor cabinet. Joey's steady girl was Hallie Emerson, and Hallie and Shelly were best friends, roommates on the trip. Together they sneaked to the lower floor where Joey and Art Hamilton shared a room. The boys had already sampled the booze and were giggly and loving when the girls arrived. New drinks were poured quickly in bathroom glasses and paper cups. No ice, but a few splashes of tap water to dilute the strong liquor was all they had.
Everything was funny to the foursome. They muffled their laughter into pillows, poured and drank more glassfuls of bourbon with less and less water. Hallie and Joe started making out on one of the twin beds. By the time Shelly got her eyes focused enough to really see what was going on, Joey had yanked Hallie's skirt up around her waist and pulled down her pink nylon pants. Her round ass was right on the edge of the bed as naked as the day he was born. And Joey's hand was between her legs feeling up inside her.
Shelly stared drunkenly at her friend. Then she looked at Art. He was bug-eyed, his face almost on the corner of the bed watching the action. He and Shelly were still sitting on the floor but he crawled almost to a crouch near the couple on the bed. He kept swallowing hard and the room was very quiet except for the funny noise Joey's fingers made between Hallie's legs. And then Hallie began to cry. At first, her whimpers sounded frightened but they grew louder and faster and the tone changed.
Then she rasped words into the quiet room. "Oooohhh, Joey, Joey, I'm dying. You're killing me. I gotta have it! Don't make me wait. Take me, do it!"
Shelly sat very still. Her head still buzzed from all the booze she'd had but her eyes couldn't move away from the couple on the bed. They had forgotten or were beyond caring about the other two people in the room. Joey fumbled with his pants and finally managed to yank them off his body. Shelly saw the hard bulge of his crotch and waited for the Jockey shorts to come off too. Beside her, Art was breathing hard.
Joey pulled his shorts off and kicked them from his feet. Hallie raised her ass and stripped the panties all the way off her body. In the same movement she brought her hands up to yank her blouse up over her head and then fall back struggling for air. Her 36-C tits looked like mountains under the sheer white nylon bra.
But Shelly had seen naked tits before, and her attention went back to the boy who was now climbing over Hallie. His penis was stiff and hard; it looked very long. It also looked exciting. Hallie spread her legs wide and he was between them. The long shaft vanished inside Hallie's body. Shelly stopped breathing for a minute. The room was silent.
Then Hallie gasped and the sound trailed off in a moan of ecstasy. "Oooohhh!!! Mmmmm!!! Joooeeeyyy!!!!" Her hands clutched at him, pulling his cock down harder into her. The two on the bed forgot everything but the wild young passion that consumed them. The boy slammed his cock into the hot little twat, pounding and beating her cunt with his need.
From where she sat on the floor, Shelly could see his soft-skinned balls lap against the dark shadowed place below Hallie's cunt. Shelly was hypnotized by the sight. She could see right into the red wet tunnel each time Joey pulled back for a new thrust. Her stomach felt very strange, and for a moment she thought she was going to be sick. Then something else happened.
Her own thighs grew wet, and she felt the pressure applied to them. She thought it was her imagination at first, a vivid need growing from the scenes she watched on the bed. When she turned her head, she discovered it wasn't. It was Art Hamilton's hand, up under her own skirt and searching for the way to get under the elastic and inside her pants.
She watched him with a half smile on her face. She knew she should pull away or at least protest, but the strange new feeling was very nice and she didn't want it to stop. She liked the way it was growing, filling her and making her feel like a woman instead of a child. Art looked at her and she smiled.
Then they were on the floor, and he was tugging at her clothes. She helped him get them off. Then she watched him pull his own jeans and shirt and underwear off. His cock was even bigger and fatter than Joey's. She giggled.
Art grabbed her hand and jerked her up to the other twin bed. She barely had time to fall backward across it when he was between her legs and his slick wet cock was probing in the deep fold and hair between her legs. It touched a small spot that made her feel as though electric shocks were jolting through her. She opened her mouth in surprise. In that instant, Art jammed downward and his prick slammed into her cunt, ripping her hymen and entering her fully. For an instant the pain filled her and she almost cried out, but then Art began to pound his body in and out of hers and she forgot everything but the excitement and joy she felt. A new kind of pain built up inside her, a pain that hurt in a beautiful way, one that would be eased by some unknown ecstasy as the boy fulfilled his sex promise in her.
Her legs were still dangling over the edge of the bed, her feet almost touching the floor. Some inner instinct made her bring them up and wrap her thighs around the boy's hips.
He said something then, but she wasn't sure of the words. But she was sure of the meaning. His cock had swelled to bursting in her. Her own belly was a fire pit sending out hot licking flames. Her uterus was a tight ball of need.
This time she heard what he said. "I'm gonna cum!" The words seemed to echo in the hotel room, bounce back and forth from the walls, fall all over Shelly to touch her body and make it even hotter. And then she knew. She was going to cum too. This was what it was all about. All the sex education classes that seemed so clinical, and the whispered secrets and hopes and dirty thoughts of the girls in the gym or walking home. This was it. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts and to pull him into her and with her.
"I - I - yeeesss!!! I'mmmm cuuummmmiiinnngggg!! Ahhhhhh!!!" And she did. Completely and wholly, giving him all she had in that first virgin cum. She took his load from the overburdened young prick, sucking it out of him with a hungry cunt and a hot desire. She clawed at his naked flesh, trying to take more than he had, wanting everything, cumming mightily but still not more than barely satisfied. It was as though once emancipated, she found new freedom in the sex act itself and the delight of orgasm.
When Art finally managed to pull away from her cloying embrace, he was still panting and his body was dripping with sweat. He looked pale and weak.
On the other bed, Hallie and Joey were almost asleep in each other's arms, their bodies still so close that they might have still been fucking. Art seemed suddenly very sober. He looked at Shelly.
"I don't know what to say, Shelly." He looked away. "It happened so fast I didn't stop to think."
Shelly smiled and touched his thigh. "Don't apologize, Art. I liked it. It was wonderful!"
He turned and looked at her, surprised by her honest admission instead of the hysteria he had half-expected. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "Mmmm, yeah. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me!"
"No kidding?" He leaned back a little so his body angled over hers. She reached up and traced small circles on his hairless chest.
"No kidding," she said softly. He bent over then and kissed her. It began gently and softly, but it grew of mutual accord, into something passionate and searching. Young tongue found young tongue, lips mashed lips. Body trembled against body. Then he had her in his arms again and was lying beside her. Their full lengths of nudity pressed together.
Now Shelly opened her eyes and stared at the blue sky she could see through the lacy pattern of leaves. That had been a long time ago. Forever, it seemed. The night in the hotel room had been a pleasant introduction to the thing she liked best. Sex. She and Art had been too drunk and too immature to do any more that night, but she dated him for the rest of the school year. Then she grew bored with his patterned behavior, his quick satisfaction, and she began to look elsewhere for her pleasures.
And they had not been hard to find. In high school, she slept around quite a bit. If there was gossip, it was well hidden, although she knew that the boys in the locker rooms discussed her prowess openly. But her friends never said anything to her. Hallie moved away the following year, and she was the only one with sure knowledge.
By the time graduation was near, Dave came on the scene. He was different, older and far more experienced than the boys she'd had so far. He was the cousin of a classmate of hers, and he was already into the racing scene and it gave him a glamour that the other boys lacked. She began dating quickly, wondering at the time if he had been told she was an easy lay, but not really caring. His slim taut body exited her, and she wanted it. And she got it.
Their first date was to a drive-in movie, and before the first feature ended, he was taking her right on the front seat of the car. And she liked it. She liked his rougher, more experienced, handling of her as a woman, his demanding plenty of pleasure and giving her even more. So when he was ready to leave town a month later, and she had finished school, he asked her to marry him. And that had been that. Still dazzled by his lovemaking, she'd run off with him and they were married in Iowa three days later.
Now four years had passed, and the glamour was gone and she was bored. She was tired of his rough loving. It had become stale and meaningless just like everything else in their life.
Until today. Today she had discovered something new. Something she liked a lot. She sighed and thought about Jimmy and Jesse. Maybe she could have some fun here at Donnybrooke after all. She'd have to be careful so Dave wouldn't find out, but it was possible. She knew full well that she would never again be satisfied with only her husband's bed. Maybe someday she'd leave him. But not before she had something better waiting for her.
She rolled over on the grass and laid with her face buried as she had this morning, only then she had been satiated with the violent sex acts Jesse had performed on her. Now she was full of need, and there was no one to fill it. After a long time she sighed and got up. Very slowly she walked back to the van.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Shelly went back to the van, the parking area was deserted. Trailers and trucks stood in dusty patchwork pattern but everyone was up at the track. She knew that the practice and qualifying were still going on. As the day progressed, everyone gravitated to spots where they could watch the action, root for their favorites, cry with their losers or celebrate with winners. She had done it so many times herself that it had become a normal pattern the day before a big race. Yet, she couldn't force herself now to follow the pattern.
It was too hot and close inside the van and too hot and dusty outside. She should have stayed at the stream, but the solitude there had paled after a short time. Shelly wasn't a girl to stay alone very long. She liked people and excitement. But today, she didn't want to find it at the track.
She glanced at the clock inside the van next to the foldout bed she and Dave shared nights. It would be a couple of hours before he was back. With sudden decision, she closed the back doors of the van and snapped the latch. She climbed into the driver's seat and reached for the keys on the hidden hook under the dash.
The motor sputtered a few times but finally caught. Shelly backed onto the dirt road and wheeled the truck toward the gates. A steady line of traffic met her when she got onto the blacktop. The crowds were still pouring in to watch the trials. Very few cars were heading out. She showed the pass to the guard at the gate and a few minutes later she was on the state highway. On impulse she headed north.
She'd been south, come up that way, bought groceries in Brainerd a few miles down the road. I was a tourist town, and she wasn't in the mood for it now.
For miles the highway wound around lakes and through a couple of small towns that were barely crossroads. She had the window open wide and the warm breeze whipped her hair in a fan behind her. She rested one arm on the window sill and drove easily. She was in no hurry. She had nowhere to go, no goal in mind. It felt good to be away from the noise and commotion of the track.
After about a half hour of driving, she came to a town that looked larger than the ones she'd passed. Not as big as Brainerd but a decent size. She realized how thirsty she was and decided it was a good place to stop. She turned onto the main street which was dotted with shoppers and cars. Another tourist town, she thought. But not too bad. Many of the people had the obvious look of local small-towners or even farmers. She drove slowly down the street looking for a parking place. She finally found one just off the main drag on a side street and parked expertly. She locked the van and headed back to the center of town.
Dressed in her tight white shorts and the brief suntop she had changed to after lunch, she drew a lot of glances from men and boys as she passed. She hid her smile of pleasure. She strolled leisurely, looking in windows and reading signs. At the municipal liquor store, she paused but then turned in, pulling the sagging screen door open and then the inside door with its grimy pane of glass. She was surprised by the cool interior, air conditioned and pleasant.
The bartender looked up and heads swiveled at the bar and tables. The place was not very big, but the stools along the bar were full and the four small tables and three booths were also occupied, despite the early hour. The clothes and faces of the patrons showed clearly that they were locals. The atmosphere of the place labeled it a joint, and tourists would do their drinking in fancier spots. There were only two other women in the place. In a booth, a young girl with hard lines and tired drooping shoulders sat with an unshaven dirty looking man who had trouble keeping himself upright. The other woman sat at the end of the bar between two grizzled old timers. She was graying and flabby, dressed in a less-than-clean house dress and run-over sandals. She looked about fifty but she might have been ten years younger. Her gaze swept over Shelly like a snake across a rock. Then she turned her bleary eyes back to her drink. The man next to her barely moved. He lifted his glass with the regularity of a habitual drunk.
Shelly moved toward the bar and a man slid quickly from his stool and grinned at her foolishly. She smiled and accepted the seat without even looking to see where the man went. The bartender stopped in front of her and waited for her order. The bar seemed very quiet all of a sudden and her voice loud when she asked for a bottle of Grain Belt. The man uncapped the beer and set it in front of her with a glass. Before she could dig the change out of her purse, the man beside her pushed some coins across the bar.
"I'll buy the lady a drink," he said.
Shelly turned to look at him. He was about thirty, tall and broad shouldered. He was husky, maybe even a trifle too heavy around the middle but not fat. His T-shirt was pulled taut over his slightly rounded stomach and his jeans were tight over his narrower hips. She smiled.
"Thanks." She lifted the bottle and tipped the glass so the beer wouldn't have too much of a head. Then she raised the glass in a salute to him before she put it to her lips. She saw his quick smile and the glance at the tight cloth stretched over her breasts. She drank half the glass before she set it down. "Mmmm, that's cold and good." The man grinned.
"Been driving long?"
"How'd you know I'm driving?"
He laughed and the sound had a booming full quality that surprised her. "I know everyone in town, and you're not from here. That leaves two choices. You're one of the summer people with a lake place around here, or you're traveling north."
It was her turn to laugh. "Why not south?"
He shook his head and leaned his arm on the bar close to hers.
"Any place north of here is woods or small town or Indian Reservation. You don't come from any of those places. You're a city girl." He shrugged and smiled. "So you gotta come from south of here. Minneapolis maybe, or even farther."
She laughed and drank some more of her beer. "You're very clever."
"No, I just like women and I make it a point to figure them out before I make my move." He put his glass to his lips and drank some of the amber liquid slowly.
Shelly was surprised by his candidness but somehow not offended. "You always make your move?"
He shook his head. "Only with women that attract me. Like you."
She pursed her lips and tried to hide her smile. "You're rather crude."
"No, just honest. I don't believe in wasting time. What's wrong with deciding you like someone as soon as you meet them? Either they appeal to you or they don't." His glance swept over her breasts again and down to her bare thighs below the shorts. "You do."
Shelly turned back to her beer but she could feel his eyes on her. She tried to convince herself that he was crude, a dumb local who thought he was God's gift to women. Yet there was something about his manner that attracted her instead of repulsed her. He had no finesse, no charm, but he was all man. She had a fleeting thought of Dave. Even he had been more polished in his approach than this. Or was it just that she had been younger then and imagined added charms?
For a few moments they drank in silence. The noise of the bar had come back to full volume now, and from the corner the woman's high-pitched laugher echoed through the room.
Finally the man said, "Well?"
Shelly looked at him evenly. "I don't even know your name."
"Does it matter?"
She looked away. She knew she should leave, alone. A guy like this could only mean trouble. Yet, she couldn't quite force herself to do it. There was something exciting in the bold danger of the idea. On the other hand, she could not accept the open invitation to trouble.
"Look, friend. Thanks for the beer and the conversation," Shelly said carefully. "But I didn't come in here to get picked up by some local farm boy."
His eyes sparkled with laughter. "You're wrong on three counts. You go everywhere to be picked up. It shows all over you, baby. The way you dress, the way you walk, the way you talk. Second, I've never worked a farm in my life. This may be a small town, but we're not all farmers. And the biggest wrong of all is calling me a boy." He paused, and Shelly felt her face grow warm under his steady gaze. "I'm a man, baby, and if you want me to prove it, I can do it forty ways to Sunday." His gray eyes held hers and Shelly felt as if he were looking into the depths of her mind. She tried to blink or look away, but she couldn't. His full red moist lips mocked her, turned up just slightly at the corners but not quite smiling. He was nice looking, not handsome, but pleasant features, rough-hewn but strictly masculine. His nose was perhaps a bit too wide for his face, but even that gave him a look of solidness, power. She knew he was very much a man. And she was frightened.
They looked at each other for a long time. The bar hummed around them, voices, glasses, laughter. Shelly heard none of it. Her mind was too filled with the problem of what to do. She had left the track on impulse, without telling Dave. Soon he would be looking for her-and the van. The van was their home as well as their transportation, and she could not stay away too long. She glanced at the big-faced clock on the back wall. In two hours the trials would be over.
She looked back to the man who was still watching her. His insolent smile mocked her and she wished she had the nerve to laugh in his face. But she didn't, nor did she really want to. She smiled instead.
"Okay, I admit I was wrong, but I'm afraid it doesn't change things. You present some interesting possibilities but I can't take you up on them." She looked directly at him.
"Why not?"
She shrugged lightly. "Whether you believe it or not, I didn't come here to be picked up. I was thirsty and wanted a beer."
"I have a case of it on ice at my place."
She laughed. "You have a one-track mind."
"You object?"
She shook her head. "I can't stay around now. I have to get back to where I came from."
He glanced meaningfully at the slim wedding band on her finger. "Is that right?"
She ignored the remark. "Yes. Maybe someday we'll meet again and things may be different." She refilled her glass and set the empty bottle on the bar.
"If you tell me where the someplace you come from is, I'll make damned sure we meet again soon," he said softly.
She drank and licked the foam from her lip. "Right now I'm down at Donnybrooke."
That surprised him and his eyebrows went up in arches. "Hey, not bad." He finished his drink and signaled the bartender for another and pointed to Shelby's empty beer bottle.
"I don't want any more," she protested.
"Shit, why not? You need one to wash away the dust." He paid the bartender when the drinks came. "What are you doing at Donnybrooke? Racing?"
She nodded. "My husband. I just come along for the ride."
"He any good?" Somehow the blunt question seemed to have a lot more hidden meaning than it did openness.
"He's hoping to finish in the top money. He's done a lot of work on his car and it's good. He's made the qualifying."
The man twisted his mouth thoughtfully and looked past her for a moment. "I was thinking about going down there for the big race tomorrow. Some of my buddies and I usually do each year." He looked back and his gray eyes startled her again. They were very direct. "Where can I find you when I come down?"
Her breath caught in her chest and she couldn't answer right away. "I-I'm not sure." She barely got the words out.
"You're sure, doll, let's not play games any more. You and I have some getting together to do. I'll find you, don't worry."
"But the race ... I have to be there ..."
His eyebrows went up again. The corners of his mouth went up again. "Where?"
She breathed and the sound was loud in her ears. "We have a van. Parked in the trailer area. But we can't-"
He grinned. "Don't sweat it, baby. I'll be driving down. And I know a place where we can go." He lifted his glass and swallowed the whiskey and water quickly.
Shelly looked at the clock. "I have to go." She finished her beer and when she slid off the stool, he was right next to her. He fell in step with her as she walked to the door.
The summer afternoon was a heavy hot blanket that fell over them as they stepped out of the bar. The cold beer inside her and the warm oppressive air around her made Shelly light headed for a moment. She squinted at the bright sun and started along the sidewalk. He was right next to her.
When she turned the corner and stopped at the van, he stepped away a pace and looked the vehicle over, memorizing it, gauging it for future reference. She unlocked the door and climbed up onto the high seat. He blocked the doorway so she couldn't pull the door shut. He stood close to the seat and his hand came to rest on her bare thigh.
For a second she trembled under the firm touch. Then his direct gaze caught her again. "My name's Bill Mayhew." He said it slowly as though she was supposed to remember it carefully.
"Shelly Fields."
He nodded and his hand moved up her naked flesh. At the tight line where the shorts cut across her thighs, he deftly inserted one thick finger under the cloth and speared it between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was real or imagined, but she could feel the rough fingertip brush through the tight hairs at her crotch. Just as quickly as he had done it, he pulled his hand away. He leaned into the cab and caught her mouth, still open in surprise, in a wet kiss. His lips were whiskey flavored and for an instant she was overwhelmed with heavy scent of his breath. Then his tongue worked quickly inside her mouth, over her tongue and teeth, and she knew only the instant heat of him. He pulled away and grinned at her.
"See you tomorrow, baby." He stepped back and slammed the door. She watched as he turned and walked back toward the main street as casually as though nothing had happened.
For several minutes, Shelly was too shaken to do anything but sit and stare after the retreating figure. When he finally disappeared around the corner, she inserted the key in the ignition and brought the engine to life.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was later than she thought when she got back to the track. The traffic had delayed her and her own emotions had kept her preoccupied. When she got back to the campsite, she pulled the van into its spot. Before she climbed out of the cab, Dave was coming across the lot, his face angry and his eyes smoldering.
"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded.
Shelly was embarrassed knowing everyone in the lot could hear him. She turned and began to unlock the side and back doors. "I went for a ride."
"What the hell for?" Dave asked.
She whirled to face him, her anger erupting suddenly. "Because I was bored, so goddamn bored I couldn't stand it anymore!" The words were soft but violent. She turned immediately and climbed into the van. She heard him enter behind her, pull the door shut so they could have the minimum privacy the vehicle afforded.
She sat on the folded bed and wouldn't look at him. He crouched on the floor in front of her. "What's the matter with you, baby? You're skittish, have been for a few weeks now."
"Nothing. Just forget it."
He grabbed her arm. "Look, I don't like to be talked to that way, baby. Let's get one thing straight. I'm up here for the race and the money. I haven't got time to play games with you."
"You haven't got time for anything but that goddamn car." She matched his anger.
He laughed harshly. "You sound like a stupid kid. Where would we be if I stopped spending the time with the car? That car is going to make us rich, baby. It's my life, my living. Time trials and qualifyings are part of the game, just like the race. What the hell do you expect me to do? Sit and hold your hand?"
She looked at him. "I don't expect anything from you anymore. You made that clear last night."
He frowned and then laughed. "Hell, you still sore 'cause I didn't take the piece of ass you offered last night? Aw, come on, baby, you gotta be kidding. You know what it's like just before a race. Christ, I got a million things on my mind and I need solid sack time. I can't fuck around all night." He touched her heavy breast under the cloth and she pulled away instinctively. She was angry and she didn't care if he knew. A quick flashing memory of Bill Mayhew imaged in her brain and she knew she was sorry she hadn't gone with him.
Dave looked at her angrily. He pushed himself away and slid onto the low bench at the other side of the van. "It isn't as if I don't screw you at all! Christ, last week driving up here we went at it damned near every night!" She had wounded his vanity now and he was seething. "Look, tomorrow night after the race, we'll celebrate. I'll really make it up to you for last night and tonight. But now I gotta have some grub and hit the sack. I have to be up early. We're having a little trouble with the camshaft-"
She didn't let him finish. She swished past him, bent over in the low confines of the van and shoved the door open. She jumped down and stood near the door and pulled out the small stove and pans she used for cooking. She set them up quickly, and began to fix him the last steak from the cooler. She didn't look at him, but from the corner of her vision she saw him stretched out on the bed roll already half asleep.
As soon as the food was ready, she poked the soles of his shoes with the edge of a pan. "Dinner." She slapped the plate down and left him to eat alone.
She was not hungry. She was mad. Without plan, she strode out of the parking area and along the path to the river. She hesitated for a second as she came to the tiny gap that hid the path to the stream where she had gone with Jimmy, but she passed it resolutely. The sun was already low behind the trees and she was afraid of the woods in the dark. She followed the wider path down the hill and finally to the wide river that moved lazily through the tall grass.
To her surprise, she was not alone at the spot. There were several people in the river, swimming and bathing. She had forgotten that this was the local watering hole. She was just about to turn back and retrace her steps when she heard someone call her name.
She looked across the shadowed field and saw Jimmy O'Conner running toward her. She bit her lip and waited for him to reach her.
"Hi!" He grinned enthusiastically.
"Hi yourself. Been swimming again?" She asked the question to fill the awkward silence her brain produced at the sight of the well hung little boy. He was dressed in tight jeans and his tanned chest gleamed in the dying rays of the sun. His bare feet crunched in the grass. The tight pain in her belly surprised her.
"Naw," he said. "Some of the guys and me were just horsing around." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and she saw two other boys about Jimmy's age watching them from the bank of the river down a way past the swimmers.
"We got some Cokes," Jimmy said shyly. "You want one?"
Shelly suppressed her smile. "Sounds good. It's been hot today. I haven't been cool since we went swimming in the stream."
The boy blushed and looked away. He started to walk back toward his friends. Shelly followed him, staying behind so she could watch the firm motion of his boy ass under the tight denim. She felt a rising excitement, one that had begun this morning, been abated somewhat but fanned to flame again this afternoon by the strange positive young man in the bar in the northern town. Now she felt herself growing warm and tight again, forgetting her anger with Dave. Forgetting Dave altogether.
Jimmy's friends were almost indifferent at their approach, but Shelly had the strange feeling that both of them were watching her more closely than they let on. Had Jimmy told them about his adventure with her this morning? The thought excited her.
They looked up when Jimmy plopped onto the grass beside them. Shelly stood a moment looking at the two. One looked slightly older than Jimmy, maybe fifteen. He had the hard lean body of a boy who was used to work and the outdoors. His dark hair was long enough to hang below his ears and one shock of it fell across his forehead like a slash of paint. Every few seconds, he tossed his head and forced it back, but it quickly slipped forward in a matter of seconds. He would grow up handsome, Shelly thought, but he still had the unformed look of youth.
The other boy was closer to Jimmy's age. He was slight and almost frail looking, thin-faced with pale eyes and complexion that had almost a translucent quality. His narrow-boned face was almost cadaverous and his thin shoulders seemed to poke through the soiled T-shirt he wore.
Jimmy introduced them. Pointing to the dark boy, he said, "This is Rickie." His hand swung toward the other one. "And Stanley."
Shelly smiled and sat on the grass in front of the three. "Hi."
"This is Shelly Fields," Jimmy said. "Dave Fields drives number 68."
The boys looked duly impressed but not surprised. Shelly knew they had been talking about her before she appeared on the scene. She smiled at each of them. A heavy silence fell over the group, as though no one knew what to say.
Jimmy picked a blade of grass and chewed on it. Then remembering his promise, he reached into a small Styrofoam cooler and pulled out a can of Coke and snapped off the top before passing it to Shelly.
She took it and sipped at it, not really wanting it but waiting to hear what the boys would say next. They all seemed very ill at ease suddenly. She smiled and stretched out her legs, almost touching Jimmy's knee as she did so but pulling back as though it had been an accident.
Jimmy cleared his throat. "Sure has been hot today. How'd your husband make out in the qualifiers?"
"Okay." She smiled and sipped at the Coke again. "Didn't you boys go swimming? I should think it would be easy to stay cool that way." She glanced toward the upper section of the clearing and saw that the swimmers had come out now and were toweling themselves dry on the shore. She dared not look at Jimmy knowing he would be blushing again. Instead she fastened her gaze on Rickie.
He was looking at her with great interest. For a moment his look faltered when she caught his eyes, but it came back to her face quickly. He had a hungry look, one that said he wanted something but he wasn't sure what it was.
Shelly let her smile touch his face, then she glanced down. The boy was sitting with his knees up and legs spread. He wore cut off jeans and his thighs were heavy and muscular. In the shadowed recess between them, she saw the hard press of cloth against his sex organs. She couldn't look away. The boy saw her look and for a moment he was confused but then he sat very still, only his fingers moving in a nervous pattern on his knees. Then almost nonchalantly, he leaned back on the grass and rested on his elbow. He poked one leg straight and left the other knee bent.
Shelly almost gasped. The obvious hump of his cock and balls bulged under the cloth. She thought about Jimmy this morning, and the sweet taste of his young cock flesh. Here was another promise of similar treats. She tried to brush the thought from her mind, but it nagged and titillated her until she began to feel a hard core in her belly. With great effort, she raised the can of pop and drank some more of it.
Jimmy spoke in what sounded like a warped door closing. "Hey, how about all of us going over to your house, Stanley?"
"Yeah, let's."
"Okay."
The others agreed so readily, once again Shelly knew the signals had been prearranged. She looked at Jimmy. "I suppose I should be getting back."
"No, we'd like you to come too. Stanley's got a stereo and records. We could listen to music while we drink our pop." He had a hard time getting the words out.
Shelly arched her eyebrows. "Won't Stanley's mother think it's a little strange for an older woman like me to come and listen to records with you?" She put a slight emphasis on older woman.
"My mother's not home."
"Well your father then, or sister and brothers?"
Stanley shook his head. "Got none."
Shelly frowned. "No father?"
The boy shook his head again. "He left a long time ago. I hardly remember him. It's just me and ma and she works nights down Brainerd."
The three faces were turned to her, waiting, hoping.
"Where do you live? Very far from here?" The sky was darkening quickly now and Shelly felt her excitement grow.
Stanley shook his head. "No, the other end of the field, beyond the fence."
Shelly frowned. "We'd have to go all the way out through the gate and around."
"Nope." Rickie spoke for the first time. Shelly was surprised at the deepness of his voice. "We got a way through the fence." He jerked his head to push his hair back and indicate the direction. "Over there."
Shelly laughed softly and the three boys looked up then smiled hesitantly. "You have it all planned, don't you?"
"What do you mean?" Jimmy was suddenly very nervous.
"Nothing. Come on," she said and got to her feet. "Let's go listen to the music!"
The three kids jumped up quickly. Jimmy stashed the cans of half-consumed pop back in the cooler and slipped the handle over his arm. Stanley led the way.
They trailed behind him, single file through the tall grass along the river bank. Where the river made its wide turn, they cut across the field. Here the grass was less trampled and the path barely visible. In the growing haze of the summer evening, Shelly wondered how they would find their way back. Soon it would be dark. She knew she shouldn't be following them, but she was drawn like a magnet. The idea of being with the three youths excited her. Especially since it was almost a sure bet that they had something more than listening to music in mind. It had been well planned, too casually presented to be a spur of the moment idea. Jimmy had told them about this morning, and now they were anxious to see if she would share her knowledge with them.
And she found the idea very exciting.
They came to the high wire fence and walked along it for a few hundred yards. She was tired. The tramping through the heavy thick grass wasn't easy, and it seemed as though she had been walking for hours.
The trio stopped then. At first, Shelly didn't see anything. Stanley leaned over and pulled at the heavy wire strung between the posts. It came loose in his hands and opened a space big enough for a person to crawl through on hands and knees.
Jimmy turned and grinned at her. "This is it."
"Pretty clever. How long have you had this?"
Stanley grinned at her. "I cut it through two years ago so I could sneak in and watch the races."
Shelly laughed.
"Come on," Jimmy said. He promptly got down on his hands and knees and crawled through the opening. On the other side of the fence, he stood up and motioned Shelly to follow.
She crouched, then went on her knees. She was very conscious of the two pair of eyes on her ass as she wiggled her way through the narrow opening. Jimmy put out a hand to help her up. She clasped it strongly and even after she got to her feet, she didn't let go right away. She almost fell forward as her foot hit a rough patch of ground, and she pulled the boy's hand to her body to steady herself. He sucked his breath in sharply with delight and surprise and his hand touched the high mound of her breast. Shelly held it there a moment and smiled in the grayness. Then she let go very slowly, making his hand caress the tit's fullness as it fell from her body.
Stanley and Rickie were through the fence now and they set out again. Stanley assured her it was only a little farther. It was almost dark now and Shelly couldn't see any house anywhere. But she followed behind Stanley. Rickie and Jimmy paced her at either side now. Then quite abruptly, they were out of the unkempt grass and on a level cut space. Then the dark form of the house loomed in front of them.
Jimmy took her hand to guide her to the unseen path. There were no lights in the house and in the darkness it looked badly in need of paint and repairs.
They stopped and Stanley fumbled with a door. He pushed it open, reached inside to snap on a light, then stood aside and almost bowed with a flourish to admit his guests.
CHAPTER SIX
The cabin was small and sparsely furnished. It had an air of neglect that made it seem dingy an dark despite the lamps that had flicked on at the boy's touch. There was a large table covered with oilcloth in the room where they stood and three chairs that did not match shoved up to it. A crust sugar bowl sat on it as its only decoration. At the side of the room, a wooden rocking chair of indiscriminate color and a faded print cushion stood. A couch was against the wall, dark and lump looking. Several doors opened off the room, and Stanley crossed to one and opened it.
His bedroom was barely more than a cubicle, crowded with an ancient brass bed, a small dresser and the precious stereo on a wooden box in the corner. Stanley went into the room and pawed in the box to select some records to put on. He turned to look at her.
"Anything special you like?" he asked.
She walked to the doorway, looked into the room and at him. "Got any Aretha Franklin?"
He grinned and nodded. He searched the small stack of records and pulled out two, slipped them from their folders and stood up to place them on the turntable. In a few seconds, the music throbbed in the small room. He adjusted the volume.
Shelly had already decided to go ahead with the half-formed plan in her mind. It was evident what the boys wanted, and she wanted the same thing. She had come this far, and she saw no point in turning back. There were only a few precautions.
"Does the music disturb your neighbors?" she asked.
Stanley shook his head. "No houses for 'most a mile."
No family, no neighbors. So far so good. She turned to look at the other two boys who had crowded behind her in the doorway. Their eyes were bright but they both looked a little bit scared even though they tried to look very casual. Shelly stepped forward and sat on Stanley's bed. One of the boy's behind her gasped softly as though he couldn't believe their luck.
"I like to be close to music," Shelly said with a smile. She fell back on the bed and pulled her feet up and stretched out. She knew that her firm ripe body was fully displayed for the three pair of eager young eyes. She still wore the tight white shorts and the cotton suntop that hugged her tits and left a band of naked flesh between its bottom and the top edge of the hip huggers. She felt all the eyes on her. She closed her own eyes and lifted one arm to shield the light from them. This pulled the suntop even higher on her breasts, and the absolute silence from the boys told her they had noticed-and liked what they saw. She listened to the music dreamily for a few minutes.
Finally she raised her arm and squinted up at them. "Can't you turn off that overhead light, Stanley? Put on the lamp instead."
The boy moved quickly to do her bidding. The bright light snapped off and only a tiny glow came from the small lamp on the dresser. She smiled and patted the coarse bedspread. "Make yourselves comfortable and we'll all listen together."
They almost fell over each other in their haste to get next to her. They sat cross-legged, very close to her on the narrow bed, their warm legs and knees pressed to the naked delight of her thighs and arms. She felt a hand touch her midriff but she lay very still and did not pull away. The touch vanished.
For all their daring in getting her here, they were scared now. But she wasn't. Let Dave sleep with his lousy dreams of the big race tomorrow. She had other plans. And now it was time.
She rolled onto her side and looked at the three of them lined up like trophies. She smiled and reached out her hand. It touched Jimmy's knee. He gulped.
"Jimmy?"
"Huh?"
"You three have been very clever in getting me here, and I think it's silly to waste time, don't you?"
"What do you mean?" His voice cracked and his innocence didn't quite make it.
She laughed softly. "Let's stop playing games." She raised herself to one elbow and her hair fell forward and brushed against Rickie's bare leg. She felt him shiver slightly. "You told your friends about this morning, didn't you?" It wasn't an accusation but a frank question.
The boy blushed but finally nodded.
She smiled at each of them. "And you figured that if you could find a way to get me over here, we might have a good time. Right?"
Jimmy's face got darker red. "We were just talking, honest. And then you came walking down by the river and it seemed like-well, I just-I mean-"
Shelly laughed and patted his knee. Her palm lingered on the tight thin cloth of the jeans and then crept up his thigh. When it came to the bulge of his crotch, the tiny hump of barely sprung sex organs, it stopped. The fingers curled gently over the mound. The boy's breath made a sharp noise as he inhaled and held it.
"I know what you mean. And I like the idea." She didn't look up but kept her gaze on the spot her hand had found.
"You do?" He sounded surprised. Then quickly he added, "Gosh, I mean great."
Stanley and Rickie made sounds that weren't words. She looked at them. "Don't you boys like the idea?"
They nodded eagerly.
"Then let's do something about it," she said in a husky whisper.
They nodded again but none of them moved. They were three scared rabbits. Shelly hid her laughter and sat up. "We begin by taking off our clothes. It's more fun that way." She caught the bottom edges of the halter and began moving it up over her breasts. Arms crossed, she tugged upward slowly, knowing even as the cloth covered her face and she could not see them, that the boys were watching intently. She finished the strip in slow motion. She was wearing a stretch nylon bra, one that did no more than shade her enormous tits with a pale shadow of white. There were no stays, no supports, no decorations except for the circular spots made by her own nipples under the cloth. The music hid the sounds the boys made, but she knew they had all gasped. She felt pleased and excited.
She skimmed the blouse off and took her time shaking out the wrinkles and folding it carefully over the top rail of the bed. She put her feet over the edge of the bed then and stood up to work on the shorts. They had no buttons or zipper, only elastic that left a thin red line in her flesh as she pulled them away. The three youths still sat hypnotized on the bed watching her. She bent over to get her feet out of the cloth, letting her round firm ass curve toward their eager eyes. Her panties were thin white nylon too, matching the bra. She turned to let them see the shadowed triangle of her pubic hair.
Jimmy moved first. He almost fell in his haste to get up and begin undoing his jeans. For a moment the other two boys could not move, then they too sprang into action as though afraid that they might be left out. The three banged into each other, all elbows and knees, all haste and none watching what they were doing. They were too busy watching Shelly. She stood and waited until each of them had unfastened his fly. Then she sat on the bed again and licked her lips as the boys' pants began to descend their legs. It added to her excitement to see that each of them wore Jockey shorts, white and tight against their budding manhood's. She leaned forward and for a moment their actions stopped again as they caught sight of her heavy boobs falling forward in full weight against the thin cloth. The cleavage that showed at the top of the bra was sharp and deep.
Rickie murmured, "Christ!"
Jimmy started to pull down his shorts. Shelly smiled and watched. His cock and balls were just as delightful as she recalled, and she could feel her excitement growing. Her belly began to knot up and the juices in her cunt began to flow. She nodded to him and he dropped the shorts and kicked them away.
Rickie moved spastically, yanking his own underwear off roughly Shelly's eyes moved to him and saw the larger but still young dangling prick between his legs. The balls behind it were quite large and it was easy to see that he was older and more developed than Jimmy. But still young and inexperienced.
Stanley was next. His hands shook as he finally got his shorts past his hips. Shelly noticed the hole in them where no one had bothered to patch it. She felt a quick surge of pity for the boy and the obviously dreary existence he had in this house. The shorts finally got down, and he bent to remove them. When he straightened, his tender young prick lay limp over the dangling sacs behind it. He was nervous, and his body seemed to tremble under her gaze.
"Oh, my," Shelly said softly. "How wonderful, how very wonderful."
They didn't know whether or not to smile or move. They stood like three wooden Indians in a row. Shelly shook her head in delighted wonder. "Oh, my," she repeated.
It seemed to please the boys. She thought she saw a slight twitch in Jimmy's cock, a twitch of remembered need and new hope. She crooked her finger at Rickie who stood nearest the head of the bed.
"Help me, darling." She indicated that he was to pull her bra off. She started it so he could follow her movements. She hooked her fingers under the elastic that held it to her body and pulled it away from her heavy melons of flesh. The boy leaned over and put his hands where hers were. The touch of his fingers on her ribs sent a shiver through her. He finally snagged the cloth and yanked it up. She raised her arms to let it come free.
The boy stood with the bra dangling from his hand as he stared at the unleashed fullness of the tits. They jutted forward and hung heavily on her rib cage, full and tantalizing, ripe and beautiful. She smiled at him. "Touch them," she whispered. The song in the background pounded in her ears but her voice cut through it, matching her need to that of the boys. Rickie tossed the bra aside and put his hand to the warm naked flesh. For a second, his hand merely touched, passively, then with sudden determination or new awareness, he grabbed hard and tried to get the entire enticing globe in his hand.
"Oooooohhhh." The cry came from Jimmy who quickly moved closer to the woman on the bed and the boy hovering over her. Shelly looked at him with glazed, bright eyes. Then at Stanley. They were so young and innocent, so ready! She gasped. She reached up and pulled Rickie down so he sat close to her. His hand was still on her tit, cupping and trying to contain it. She looked at Stanley, still frightened and hesitant. She flopped back on the pillow, stretching her body out fully. "Take off my pants, Stanley." She looked at Jimmy and smiled. "Sit too," she said to him.
Then there were hands all over her flesh. Warm young delightful hands that rolled the nylon panties down, pulled them free of her legs. Touching hands, eager and firm, testing and hesitant.
She rolled to her side and looked at the firm tanned flesh of Rickie's thigh and the almost hidden sex organs between them. She lifted her head and placed it in his lap. The boy gulped noisily.
Behind them the record came to its end and the tiny click of the arm moving back to its rest and shutting the machine off sounded very loud. Shelly looked at the tiny dark curls of hair on the boy's pale belly. They were like an arrow pointing downward, driving her toward the junction. She moved closer and used her tongue to make the first contact with the dormant cock. The boy's body jerked with a spasm of shocked delight. She flicked her tongue over the penis again, searching under its curled weight and finding its tip, then lifting it lovingly. It lay like a small rope, thick but flaccid. She closed her lips around it gently. It began to stiffen and the boy's leg under her head trembled.
Shelly felt the movement of the other two boys even though she couldn't see them. One hand touched her cunt, hesitantly at first until she parted her legs and opened the gate for it. Then a rough finger rubbed along the wet muscles and in the thatch of hair. She inched her hips closer to the probe.
Jimmy's voice said, "Jeeeeeezzz!!!!!"
Shelly reached her hand behind the boy whose cock she was sucking and felt for more flesh. She found it. Soft, limp, another penis waiting. It had to be Stanley. She cupped the small tool and felt for his balls. Mmmmmmm, hard little nuts inside! She squeezed gently and lifted and stroked. With the music gone, the pained gasps of the boy were loud in the tiny bedroom. She manipulated his sex organs more.
Jimmy was getting bolder between her legs now. His fingers pried at her cuntal mouth, pulling the heavy wet folds apart, darting up inside her and searching along the edges for anything he might have missed. He found the tiny hard bud of her clitoris and played with it. She squirmed and sucked harder on the lovely prick in her mouth.
It had begun to respond, filling and straining slowly, growing as her tongue loved it and licked it. It was now semi-rigid and half again its starting length. She groaned and worked on some more.
Under her hand, the other cock was slower. Stanley was younger, not as knowledged in sex, and it made him even more enticing. She wiggled her body so Jimmy dug further into her and at the same time her warm flat belly pressed against Stanley's ass.
"Aaarrrggggghhhh." It was a cry of need and new vitality. Stanley bent forward, cupping his hands over her fist on his prick, pressing her to his naked flesh, demanding the satisfaction he didn't know for sure but that his body told him waited. His torso shook so hard she wondered if he was crying.
Under her mouth, Rickie had grown to full pressure now, and he tried to raise his hips so his pecker shot deeper into her loving mouth. At the same time, Jimmy pushed his grabbing, fucking fingers all the way up inside her dripping wet and loose cunt. She felt the rising torment in her belly, was ready to cum, but did not want the delight to end even temporarily. With great effort, she let go of the delicious cock in her mouth and raised her head. Rickie looked at her and pain crossed his face. He tried to push her head down on him again, but she slid out from under his hand.
"Just a minute, darling." She smiled at all of them. "Mmmm, you're all so sweet and nice. I want you all to have a very very good time."
They all looked a little startled and they grinned foolishly. Jimmy's hand was still inside her pussy. Stanley was hunched over her hand on his cock.
"Let's try something special." Her eyes glittered and the three faces watched expectantly. "Jimmy knows how to fuck, I taught him this morning." The boy nodded quick assent. "So, he can teach you, Stanley." Both of them looked surprised. She laughed softly. "You can both fit up there together! Really!"
Stanley looked very puzzled but Jimmy was already in motion, willing to go along with anything she suggested. He pulled his hand from her juicy cunt and it came out with a deep sucking sound.
Shelly continued. "Now, your dicks are both nice and hard. Look there," she pointed at Jimmy's swollen pecker thrusting out from his body, and she squeezed lightly on Stanley's cock still in her hand. "Mmmmm, I want both of those beautiful hard snakes up in me!!!"
"How are we gonna do that?" Jimmy was willing but confused.
Shelly wasn't sure herself, she had never tried it, but there had to be a way. She was still thinking when Rickie said, "Shit, what about me?"
She laughed. "I have other plans for you, darling. I'm going to suck you off."
"Suck-"
She grinned and nodded. "All the way. You can cum right in my mouth. I'll lap up every drop you can give me, and maybe even suck out a few more besides."
Rickie got so hot listening to her describe what was going to happen, he almost came right then! He gulped and sucked in a deep breath of air.
Shelly turned back to the other two who waited impatiently for her instructions. "I have it. I'm sure it will work." She swung herself up quickly and grabbed Stanley. "Lie down, baby. Flat on your back."
The boy did as he was told, grinning and watching her eagerly. His cock flagged straight up like a post and Shelly paused just long enough to kiss the head lightly and nibble at it with her lips. Then she straddled the boys slim hips. She aimed his prick up and grabbed it with her hand and rubbed the soft silky head, swollen now with need, along the wet folds of her vaginal opening. Then with a sudden motion, she speared it up inside her hot hugging tunnel. The boy gasped and whimpered with the strange new feeling that burned him. His mouth was open but no sounds came out. He could hardly breathe.
"Good, now, Jimmy, you come up behind me, push right along his legs." She looked back at the boy as he tried to do what she said. He grabbed her around the arms and let his hands cup her tits. She laughed softly. "Wait a minute, I have to raise up. You'll have to be back along his legs. Maybe spread them, Stanley." When they had moved to please her, she lifted her weight partially from Stanley's dick and felt between her legs for the second instrument she wanted. The boy had to squirm and shift, but he finally was in position and she thrust the tip of his cock up her cunt alongside the one that was already there." Then she came down quickly on both of them.
The electric shock of the new experience made her tremble. Both hard little boy cocks were tight and hard inside her, and they felt like twin currents of electricity. She could feel the double pounding need and the building urgency in them.
"Quick," she ordered Rickie. "Get over here!"
He moved instantly, managing to get his body close to Stanley's shoulder so his naked crotch was close to her mouth where she lay over the boy. His flagging penis had not gone down, and she opened her mouth and came down for it. She stopped just long enough to say, "Let's go. All at once! Now!!!!" She began to suck and pound her hungry mouth on the full swollen cock Rickie gave her. Her tongue lashed and lapped, her head bobbed and stroked. She kept perfect rhythm with the two cocks that fucked up her cunt. The two boys somehow managed to move as one, and the two young cocks strained and vied for spots inside her. It was like a race, with each of them wanting the inside curve, forcing and pushing against each other until Shelly thought she would explode. She could not move her hips but they managed nicely to push up and down under her. She felt the heavy warning of secretions in her uterus, and the quick orgasm it brought. And still the two young dicks scored into her playroom. She sucked harder on the third.
A loud moaning wail filled the room. It might have been any one of them or it might have been all three. Shelly was too damned busy to look or even wonder. She was hot and primed again, ready to cum as many times as these lovely young things would give it to her. Such delight! She whimpered on the sucked cock in her mouth.
Rickie's nuts went off first. Her hot lips and tongue, her gripping fingers in between his legs, on his balls, forced his climax. He groaned loudly.
"Aaaaaaaaawwwwwww!!!!!" With the sound, his orgasm exploded and he ejaculated his load of semen into her throat. She gulped the sweet hot nectar, swallowing quickly to keep up with the thick heavy cum juice that spurted like a fountain. She drank, then licked the last drops, sucked for more.
At the other end, Stanley and Jimmy were still pounding their message home in her pussy. She could feel Stanley's sweating slick body under her tits and his heaving gasps for air. Beyond somewhere, Jimmy was crying, "Ooooo ohhhhhhh!!!! Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Heeeeeeyyyy!!!! Here I cuuuuuummmmmmm!!!!"
It was all Stanley needed. He too reached the breaking point. His childhood split in that second and his manhood ruptured into her. The twin fountains of hot sticky little boy cum spouted up in Shelly's cunt, swallowed quickly by the gulping, grabbing muscle that sucked out their every ounce of love juice and then sucked for more.
Stanley's cry was an animal sound, no word, but hot heavy need and lust and fulfillment. The four bodies twisted and twined in the final throes of ecstasy. They humped and beat, squirmed and wiggled. No one was willing to break the chain of delight they were all experiencing. It was a very long time before they slowed and stilled. Then Shelly felt herself rolled off and the cooler dryness of the bedspread under her back. Her eyes were closed as she relived the fantastic excitement the past minutes had given her. She still felt the tingling rays of pleasure course through her, shivery delightful rays of prickles up and down her thighs, right to her toes. Her belly ached with the warm comfort of the full loads of cum she'd accepted, the young cums of the delightful little boys. Her tongue still savored the wonderful flavor of the first cum Rickie had produced for her thirsty mouth. She was completely happy for the first time in a very long time.
The sounds in the room didn't quite penetrate her conscious thoughts. She was still on the level of love that her body had climbed to. She never wanted to come down.
Someone was touching her, rubbing her nipple between sturdy, harsh fingers. She smiled and finally opened her eyes to see which one of the darling children it was.
She bolted upright but was quickly pushed back.
"That was even better than this morning, baby. You really fucked up a storm."
She stared up into the dark brooding eyes of Jesse O'Conner.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her surprise was very soon overridden by her fear. The man's face was twisted in an evil smile. Shelly knew that she had been set up for this moment. For some reason she didn't understand, Jesse O'Conner had put the three boys up to bringing her here, encouraging her to do the things she had done, the things she could not control. It was no accident that he arrived on the scene when he did. How much of the action had he watched? And why? Her mouth was dry.
She glanced at the three boys, still naked, crowded near the foot of the bed. Their faces still mirrored the complete joy they had found in her body and mouth. Their glazed eyes told her that they were still flushed with the joys of initiation into manhood, even eager for more. Yet with it, there was the hint of guilt at being part of Jesse's game.
She looked back at Jesse and waited for his next move. There was nothing she could say to ease her guilt or fear, Jesse rubbed his hand over the dome of her tit and poked at the nipple again. It was still tumid and erect, and he forced it deep into the fleshy tissue of the tip and made tiny circular movements as if trying to press it back into her body. Instead, she felt the growing swell increase and force itself against his finger.
He grinned at her. "You're a pretty damned good piece, baby. I might even consider another roll with you if you're cooperative."
She stared wordlessly.
"I have a hard-on just looking at you." Jesse glanced down at his lap and Shelly's gaze followed automatically. He did have a hard-on. His cock bulged against the cloth between his legs, straining it tight over the rising need of his passion or lust. Shelly forced herself to look away.
Jesse laughed. "You'd go another round, wouldn't you? I think you like cock and need a hell of a lot of it, don't you, baby?"
She didn't answer. She looked at him, feeling more in control of her panic now, and waiting for whatever came next. She knew that sex was not the only thing on his mind. He would not have had to go to all this buildup if he only wanted another fuck from her. And just as surely, she knew whatever his idea was, he was willing to blackmail her to make her go along with it.
"You're pretty damned quiet all of a sudden, doll. Can't you talk?"
She moistened her lips with her cottony tongue. "What do you want?"
He laughed harshly. "A lot of things." His hand moved from her breast down to her belly and rubbed it with hard strokes. Shelly suppressed the gasp that formed in her throat. The hand went farther down, jamming itself between her legs and finding the still swollen bud of her clitoris. He played roughly with it. And she had to bite her lip to hold back the new shivers that filled her. "Lots of things, baby." He turned and glanced at the three boys staring at them. He winked. "She treated you guys okay?"
They nodded in unison, all smiles.
Jesse turned back to Shelly. "But there's something else." He paused and she waited. He looked as if he were enjoying the slow torture. His hand still played inside the heavy wet folds of her vagina.
She could feel the thick sludge of boy cum oozing out of her body, but Jesse poked his lingers into it and smeared it around as he aroused her anew. Her belly tightened and the hard knot of need began to form in her uterus. She tried to think of something else, force her mind away from her body and its betraying lust.
"Jimmy's friends are mighty interested in stock racing, baby. They go to all the races, don't you, boys?" He didn't turn to look at them but they quickly agreed with his statement with soft murmured 'yesses.' Jesse smiled. "They'd like to have a close look at your husband's car."
Shelly held her breath to calm the roused need. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned at Jesse.
"Nothing so bad about that, now is there, doll?"
She just stared at him.
He shrugged. "Simple. You just take them over to the pit and show them around. Maybe even introduce them to your hubby." He jabbed his hand into her pussy like an exclamation point. She gasped and shuddered slightly.
"Okay?" His dark eyes seemed to bore holes through her.
She bit her lip then said, "Why?"
He shrugged and laughed again. "Like I said, they like racing. That's all. They want to meet a famous driver."
"Why don't you introduce them to Joe Harris? You work for him."
Jesse's mouth twisted and he nodded briefly as though not too surprised by the obvious question. He was still smiling when he said in a mock serious tone, "They have met Joe. They want to get your husband's autograph to add to their collections." He paused. "Right boys?"
Shelly looked past Jesse's shoulder at the three guilty faces of the kids standing at the foot of the bed. Their heads bobbed in assent but none of them could meet her look. Jimmy blushed slowly, Stanley looked at the stilled record player in the corner, and Rickie stared at Shelby's naked breasts as though they had to be watched.
There was no help there, Shelly thought. Jesse had conned the three boys into his game very well. Whatever he was up to they were as powerless to defy him as she was. She looked back at Jesse.
His eyebrows moved into high arches. "Now, you see, that's all it is. You take the boys over to the pit in the morning and let them look around and stuff. They're happy. I'm happy, and you don't have to worry about my telling anyone about your little adventure here tonight or even about the one over by the stream this morning." He paused again and only his hand in her cunt kept its pace. "Is it a deal?" he said after what seemed like a very long silence.
She couldn't answer. Her brain was a confused mass of fear and wonder. She knew she should say, instinct told her that. But how could she? How could she risk his telling Dave or anyone else about this night? She knew now what a fool she'd been to let herself be carried away by the idea of the tantalizing young boy cock flesh and her craving for the little boys she did not know. But she had done it, and she couldn't change that now. Inside, she knew she probably wouldn't if she could. It had been far too delightful, too exciting and different to wish away, even in pretense. But now she had a new decision to make. She didn't believe Jesse's story, but she had no alternate to supply in its place. It didn't make sense. What could three young boys want or do in Dave's pit? Nothing. Her mind blanked. The entire pit crew would be there, working on the car, they would be too busy than merely say hello to any visitors. The boys themselves were no threat then. But what? She couldn't come up with an idea.
Jesse was watching her and waiting for her answer. His insistent hand in her cunt worked at its own purpose, stirring her and making her own juices spurt again to bring new wetness and heat to her sex organs. No matter how hard she tried, she could not hide this from him. He knew damned well he was turning her on and he wanted to. He was not finished with her yet!
"Well, baby?" His tone was very sure and a bit insolent. He too knew she had little choice.
Her first try at answering came out as a choppy gasp as he poked his finger deep inside her and caught the small tight inner muscle that trigger new white heat in her belly and sent waves of lust pouring through her. She opened her mouth again and this time the tiny word came out. "Yes."
He grinned. "Atta girl, now you're talking. And we can all stay friends." He winked at her. "Now how about I take care of this hot pussy of yours, give it a little more fucking to keep you happy? Would you like that?"
His hand pounded a hard rhythm in her drooling cunt. She was already at fever pitch, trembling and tight and hurting. She stared at him with wide eyes and chewed at her lip. Her whole body poured its tension into her sexual need now that threat was passed, and she was very close to orgasm. Her mouth opened and she began to breathe in irregular harsh gasps.
"Go on, baby, cum! You're hot and ready, I can feel you!!! I'll give you all the hard cock you can take, so don't worry about blowing off now!" His beat got harder and harder in her, deeper and deeper, hotter and hotter. "Cum, baby, cum!" He leaned forward and covered her open mouth with his wet parted lips. His tongue jammed itself into her mouth and whipped across hers, lighting new fire. Shelly rose on the heady hot wave of lust and rode it to her orgasm. The wave broke, and she was thrown over the edge of reason into the swirling whirlpool of new orgasm. She rose and fell with it, feeling the hot wash fill her as her body poured out its juices and Jesse's hand whipped them to a froth inside her cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!! Mmmmmmmmmm!!!! Ooooooooohhhhhh. Yeeeeeesssss!!!" She drowned in the beautiful wave of undulating passion and fulfillment. Her body exploded in flames, her uterus poured out its molten lava, her cunt fused it to his wet jabbing fingers. Time became an endless succession of delightful thrills of cum. Her body writhed and twisted onto his talented hand, demanding more and getting it. It was a roller coaster ride to paradise.
She was not aware of when she finally slowed and stopped her frantic search because she was fulfilled. Her chest heaved and air tore through her dry throat, and she knew only that she had cum mightily, and she had enjoyed every second of it. She tried to take a deep breath and she opened her eyes.
Jesse was grinning at her. The three boys had moved closer to the bed for a better view of the couple. Jimmy's cock was half erected with his new-found passion and boyish lust. Stanley looked a little pale but he kept running his tongue over his lips and his eyes were very wide and staring. Rickie gaped with open mouth.
Jessee turned and grinned at them. "She's a talented bitch. One of the best I've ever seen. Now I want some of that gulping gash she's offering. Step back, boys, and let a man's cock get at her!" He laughed coarsely and stood up and began to strip off his clothes quickly.
He was nude in seconds, his clothes a disordered heap on the floor where he dropped them. He came onto the bed, swinging his long leg over her and straddling her immediately. "Open up them pearly gates, doll. Let a winner ride you down the straightaway!"
His huge pulsating thick cock probed toward her. He grabbed it with his hand and jerked it down so it aimed between her wet thighs. He came down, and in a single motion penetrated her cunt, the wet slick portals offered no resistance. He shoved it right up into her, jamming it deep inside her. Even with all the wetness that already filled her, she was tight enough to capture it quickly and her cunt closed around it. She could feel the hot heaviness of it press against the walls of her vagina, spear against the circle of muscle that led to the world beyond. He began to fuck in a hard fast rhythm.
It took only seconds for her to feel the new lust begin in her belly. It was almost a continuation of the other one, the other ones. It was as if the fire inside her had never been fully quenched and she needed more and more juice, more cum from male orgasms, just to keep the fire under control. She let herself go.
Her arms grabbed him, holding on for her own sake or his. Her fingernails raked the hard muscled shoulders and her lips pulled back across her teeth in furious need. Her eyes widened, filled with awe. A new volcano threatened below the surface, goaded into action by the deep thrusting hard cock. She could feel the head of it bulge inside her, the ridge of the head meeting stem scrape along the thick pulpy walls of her vagina. It excited her, drove her to new frenzied need. Her whole body moved with his tempo, meeting each shaft downward with her own force upward. She clung to him like a driver to the steering wheel of his car. And she came home a winner.
The explosion was sudden and violent. He started it with his detonation by sperm. He cried out. "Jeeeeezzzzzz, here it cuuuuuuuummmmmsssss!!!!" It was barely a warning as the man-sized hot load of sticky cum shot from his pistol tool and gurgled and spread through her pussy and spurted through the opening where his long prick shoved the tight fuck muscle open. The thick wad of juice filled her and triggered her climax.
She dug her fingers into his flesh, tried to pull him deeper into her, clung to his heavy wet and warm maleness. She gasped, moaned and tossed her head on the pillow so her hair flew in long thrashing arcs around her face. Several strands plastered themselves to her damp sweating cheeks but she didn't notice. Over and over she cried her need and joy.
"Yeeeeessss!!!! Yeeeeeeeesssss!!!!"
Jesse humped and pounded his slippery cock into the vast orgasm that filled her. After a very long time she lay limp and exhausted under his still moving body. Very slowly, he pulled his cum-coated cock out of her and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
"My god!" It was Stanley's trembling voice.
"Holy shit!" Rickie echoed.
"My dick's hard, jeez, I wanna fuck her again." This was from Jimmy.
Jesse gulped a few lungs full of air and wiped his hand across his brow. "Christ was that good! What a lay!"
"What about me?" Jimmy asked eagerly. "Look, my dingus is all hard again. Owww, it hurts it's so damned hard!"
Jesse laughed. "You're an O'Conner, okay. We know good fucking when we find it. You want another go at her?"
"Yeaaaaahhhh!"
"Me too!" Rickie said quickly. "She sucked me off but I haven't got my pecker up her tunnel yet. How about it, can I?" He sounded excited.
Shelly lay with her eyes closed, listening to the talk, as though they were talking about someone far removed from her. The voices swirled and drifted around her. She smiled.
"Okay, let me show you a little trick that gets women horny faster than you can rev a motor." His hands grabbed her hips. "Roll over, baby."
He shoved and she rolled onto her side, still smiling and wondering what he had in mind. Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't object. She snuggled her face into the rumpled bedspread and waited.
Jesse's rough hard hands were on her ass. "Okay, look here." He spread the spheres as wide as he could, straining the full ripe flesh and exposing the crevice and her rectum. She held her breath for a second, and then it came.
The soft wet probing of his tongue on her asshole. She gulped and shivered with delight. The tongue rimmed and lapped at the tight drawstring and pushed gently on it. Almost instantly, his body began to glow with new warmth that quickly was fanned to flame. A boy's hand came over her shoulder and grabbed one of her hanging tits. She leaned and kissed the smooth knuckles, not caring whose they were, only that they did not stop. The fingers mashed the full flesh and pinched at the softened nipple until it grew turgid again. Shelly moaned and her body rocked.
The hot tongue was probing deeper at her rectal muscle, licking her to hot desire. She heard the soft cry of pleasure that seemed to come from her own mouth. She kissed the tight bunching fingers on her tit again.
Jesse pulled his face away from her asshole. "See, she's all primed and ready to go. Let's make a sandwich out of her."
"What?" It sounded like Stanley, but Shelly wasn't sure.
"Crawl over here, Rickie. You get the cunt end since you haven't tried that delicacy yet!"
Shelly felt the boy's warm body slither over her legs, and then he was lying next to her, full length. She put her arm under his neck and pulled him close, capturing his delighted smile with a wet hot kiss. She pressed her tits hard against his ribs, and only then realized that someone else's hand was still on her. She giggled.
"Okay, Jimmy boy, you take the back. You are about to be introduced to the fine art of asshole fucking!"
"Jeeeeez!"
The bed creaked, the hand left her breast, a new warmth filled the length of her back and rump.
"How do I get my prick in?"
Jesse laughed. "Doing what comes naturally, kid!" He patted Shelly's ass and then gave her a smart slap. "Go on, baby, help the kids out!"
Shelly arched her back slightly and lifted her leg to make room for Rickie's fine young tool between her legs. He got the idea at once, and grabbed his cock and flapped it against her vaginal folds until it found the slimy wet opening. He shoved it between her labia and up into the slick tunnel that was still tight enough to grab his youthful cockshaft hard.
"Aaaaaawwww!!!" He felt very warm all of a sudden.
Shelly kissed his surprised mouth again and speared her tongue at his. He nibbled at it with his teeth and teased the tip with his own oral organ.
Then Shelly put her hand on the boy's ass so he had to move with her as she bent her body the opposite way, to present her ass for the child behind her.
"There you go, baby brother. Shove that little rod up her!"
The boy pushed his sticky cockhead against her asshole. He was hesitant, unsure of the new experience. His brother goaded him on.
"Go on, just jam it up her. It'll surprise you how fast she takes your dick and how shittin' good it feels!"
Jimmy pressed, and Shelly had to let go of the other boy's mouth in order to take a deep breath and force her body to relax. The youthful cock forced open her rectum, squeezed its way in.
"Holy Christ!" Jimmy's voice was full of awe.
"Put in more, dummy, you've hardly started!" There was eagerness and laughter in Jesse's voice as he encouraged his brother's asshole fornication.
The boy obeyed, and Shelly gasped with delight as the small hard prick eased up her ass. She smiled at the boy in front of her who was already twitching with nervous readiness.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, yes, fuck me, both of you!"
Each of them began to push and pull dicks into her. For several strokes they were out of harmony and trying to pull her away from each other. Then, with male instinct and animal lust, they timed their beating, shaft-rubbing pricks to meet and capture her body between them.
Groans filled the room, from all three of them. The boys pumped and slapped against the woman's damp hot flesh, finding new pleasures in her again ready and needy body.
Rasping muffled sounds came from behind them where Stanley watched his friends with awe. Soft knowing laughter came from Jesse as he admired the performance he watched.
Shelly's cunt slapped against the straining prick Rickie thrust into her. Her asshole gripped Jimmy's pecker like it was hanging on for life itself. Shelly's belly burned with hot new lust, strong new love fluids gurgled and boiled over inside her. She flared up in a tiny silent orgasm that made her shiver with delight and turned up the thermostat of her sex organs so they could build again for the powerhouse that was about to come.
Jimmy came first. She heard his whimpering cry and the hot spurt of cum in her rectum. It stung and burned but his churning, diving cock soothed it to a smooth lather inside her. She was hot and ready now. Rickie finished her off.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!!!!" the boy cried as his ejaculation of cum went off like rocket fire in her cunt. It triggered her explosion and her orgasm met his. Lights blazed and roaring pleasure filled her brain as she catapulted into the ecstasy she knew was there.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!!!!" It was a long sigh of total satisfaction.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was very dark and very late when Shelly finally got back to the van. Dave was sleeping, snoring lightly, oblivious of her absence. The night before a big race, he always made sure he got a solid night's sleep. She moved about, undressing in the dark and slipping her tired body onto the low bed carefully so as not to disturb him. She had no desire for him and she lay as far from him as the narrow bed would permit.
Eyes closed, she thought briefly about her evening's experiences. Her body ached from the marathon sex rituals, but it was a pleasant hurt. She savored it by pressing her legs together and feeling once more the tingling sensation of her swollen labia. It had been quite a night.
And she was honest enough with herself to admit she loved every minute of it. Let Dave find his satisfaction in the thrill of racing. She had found hers elsewhere with little boy dicks.
She slept, finally. And her sleep was filled with delightful dreams of ripening young cock-flesh waiting for her tongue and lips, hard little boy cocks filling with promise and bubbling over into her mouth and cunt. She hugged her arms to her breasts and smiled without waking.
In the dream, she felt firm young hands rub and fondle her body, excite her sex organs, rouse her desire. She drew her knees up and held them close to her belly. She smiled and slept on.
When she finally woke, the van was already stifling hot and close. The sun was up and she was alone. Outside she could hear the sounds of activity that told her the day of the big race was underway. Despite the heat, she lay for a long time before getting up. She kicked back the covers and stretched, the shortie gown pulling high above her crotch and leaving her exposed for no one to see. The gown was damp and sweaty and she thought longingly of the cool stream. She glanced at the small alarm clock hung from a cord over the sleeping area. Almost warm-up time. Damn. She supposed she had to get up.
With a start, she recalled her promise to Jesse last night! Jimmy and his friends would be at the pit in less than an hour, waiting to meet Dave and look around! Dave would be furious with her for bothering with such things before the race. She wondered why Jesse had been so insistent, but she forced her mind away from the ideas that began to crowd it. She did not want to know. She wanted to believe his story about the horny little boys wanting to meet Dave. That had to be it.
She sat up and in a single motion yanked the sticky batiste gown up over her head and arms. Naked, she crawled around the van trying to find something cool to wear. She decided on a halter top and a pair of navy shorts. Reluctantly, she donned her robe and climbed out of the van with her clothes and towel to head for the public showers.
In under a half hour she was back and dressed. She tossed the towel over the short line she's strung between two trees and quickly fixed herself some breakfast. She didn't bother with the stove, simply had dry cereal and bread. She bummed some hot water from a guy in a suede vest several spots down the lot and fixed some instant coffee. The guy in the suede vest looked interested as she bent over to let him fill her cup, and she smiled at him. Another time, it might be interesting to stick around and chat with him, but she had to hurry. She thanked him for the water and sipped the hot liquid as she walked back to the van. She locked it up and carried the coffee in its Styrofoam cup along with her as she headed for the track.
The day was hot and muggy, like so many race days. She squinted into the glaring Minnesota morning sun and through the haze of dust that seemed to have become part of the atmosphere around the track. She thought about so many other tracks she'd been at with Dave. After a while they all got to look alike. She had to admit that Donnybrooke had a lush setting, the northern woods of the central state framing the track area like a green halo. Only a few miles beyond the noise and bustle of the raceway, small towns nestled sleepily along rivers and lakes.
With a start, she thought of her drive yesterday and the man she'd met in the bar! She'd forgotten about him! What was his name? Bill. Bill May hew. She smiled and sipped the cooling coffee. She wondered if he would really show today as he said he would.
She worked her way around the fences to the pit area. When she saw Dave, he was engrossed in deep conversation with his crew boss, while his men attended last minute details on the car. She stayed back, close to the wall out of the way. When she finished the coffee, cold, she tossed the cup into the barrel and studied the activity.
No matter how often she came to races, she still knew nothing about the cars. How the men could move so swiftly and know exactly what to do on each pit stop, was beyond her. Dave talked rapidly and often about his crew and car, but somehow knowledge did not come through to her from his words. Maybe it was that she was bored because racing replaced her in his thoughts. The drama she had thought exciting when she first met Dave had become a bore. And endless bore, just like any man's job. That's all it was to her now, Dave's job. She laughed silently.
Just then she caught sight of the three boys sauntering toward the pit. She stood up, biting her lip, nervous now that she actually had to confront Dave with the promised encounter. He wouldn't like it, she knew.
She tried to smile at Jimmy, Stanley and Rickie but her lips felt stiff and dry. She stepped forward to meet them. Just then Bunky Fast, Dave's pit boss spotted the kids.
"Hey, you! Get out of here!" His voice rose like a fire siren over the noise of the track.
The boys looked at him and then at Shelly.
Shelly forced the smile. "It's okay, Bunky, they're friends of mine."
He turned and blinked at her. His face twisted into a scowl. Shelly and Bunky had never gotten on too well, only tolerating each other in their possessive jealousy over Dave's time. Now he looked at her angrily.
"No one allowed here before the races. Get them out!" He waved his hand in command.
She swallowed her own anger and approached the work area. "They just want to meet Dave. Is that so awful?"
"I said no one is allowed here before the race." His smile twisted. "That means you too, Shelly." He seemed to enjoy trying to throw her out.
Dave heard the commotion and turned to see what was happening. He looked surprised when he saw his wife, and he half-smiled hurriedly at her. He frowned at the kids.
"Dave?" Shelly turned her plea to him. "Just say hello to the kids and give them your autograph. They want to meet a famous driver." Bunky started to say something and she interrupted him quickly. "It'll only take a minute. Quicker than arguing with him." She shot a hateful look at the man in the greasy coveralls.
"Damn it," Bunky was ready to explode. Dave waved a hand at him. "Cool it, Bunk. Get Back to work on that rocker arm. I'll handle this." Bunky growled something unintelligible but turned away. He slapped the rag he held against his thigh and strode off in anger. But his anger was soon banished by his need to work. He turned all his energy into preparing the car for the race that would start so shortly.
Dan wiped his hands on a cloth. "You shouldn't have brought them down here, Shelly. For crying out loud, they could have met me later." He was angry but infuriatingly in control. He never let anything upset his control before a race. Not even her.
"I'm sorry, Dave," she lied. "Just say hello to them and sign their books. They're just kids."
"You should have known better," he jabbed the criticism at her but turned to smile at the three boys. Jimmy smiled eagerly and held out the small notebook and a pen. Dave scrawled his name and then quickly reached for Rickie's book.
"Thanks, Mr. Fields!" Jimmy moved back so his friends could get closer to Dave. Dave grinned absently and went on signing the papers. Shelly watched him and felt a little smugness at the tiny victory she had gained.
"What the hell are you doing?!!" It was a shout from Bunky Fast.
Shelly and Dave both turned to see Jimmy leaning over the gas tanks lined along the edge of the pit.
"Nothing, honest, Mister. Gee I'm sorry, I was just looking around." Jimmy sounded scared and he backed away quickly from the angry man who approached him threateningly.
"Get these kids outta here, Dave, or there's gonna be trouble!!" Bunky's face was mottled with fury.
Dave motioned them all out of the pit. "Go on now, we got work to do. Some other time. Get going, Shelly. See you after the race." He jerked his head and dismissed her.
She caught the furious retort that came unbidden to her lips and turned away. "Luck and such," she said without interest and quickly herded the three young boys out of the area and off the track.
Once clear of the pit area, the boys turned and smiled at her. She half expected them to stay with her and watch the race, so she was surprised when they turned and ran off quickly. She watched them vanish through the grove of trees and out of sight.
She shrugged and walked along the edge of the crowd looking at the faces of the bored and eager, the young and old, who had come to watch the race. Excitement ran high and people jostled for spots from which to watch the race. Shelly thought briefly about walking down to Turn 6 and watching a while, but gave up on the idea quickly. The sun was too hot and she was warm. Besides, she didn't really care if she saw the race or not. Or any other race as long as she lived.
She kicked a stone and then swore softly as it cut her toe in the open sandal. She moved away from the track, back toward the cooler shade of the trees. But the crowd had swarmed here too, and the day was filling with noise and people.
She thought about Dave's anger and his easy acquiescence to Bunky's demands. He might as well be married to that goddamn car instead of her! Fuck the car! She kicked another stone and swore again.
She had to walk around a group of hippies spread out on the grass smoking dope, arms and legs entwined as they strummed guitars and sang soft tunes without words. Maybe they had the right idea, she thought. Forget the rest of the world and do your own thing. Like last night, she thought. That had been her thing. That was what she wanted. Not a big money Trans-Am race! She wanted a husband. A man. A cock. Not a car. A man!
"Hey, what's your hurry?" A deep voice startled her.
She looked up. It was Bill Mayhew, grinning and eyes squinting in the bright light, a ready laugh on his lips and an open invitation in his approving glance at the halter and shorts.
She stopped and laughed. "Hello." She shaded her eyes with her hand. "I didn't expect to see you here."
He made a face of mock surprise. "I told you I'd be here, baby. I always do what I say I'm going to do." He let his gaze slide down over the well-filled halter again and over her bare midriff and to her crotch. The look lingered there for what seemed like a long time.
Shelly still had her hand to her eyes and she studied the man's face. She liked his interest in her. She liked it very much. Nothing as stupid as a sports car race would deter his interest. She smiled.
"I guess you did at that," she said softly. She was thinking of some other things he said that might be considered promises.
And she liked them. She liked them very much.
CHAPTER NINE
Bill fell in step with her and they walked toward the van. He glanced at it with the same calculating look he had given her when they first met. He glanced around the parking site and shrugged.
"You like living here?" he asked. "In this tin can, and so often she felt like a sardine in it."
"No, I hate it. I was just thinking how much I hated it when you called me."
He nodded. "Yeah, it must be hell after a while."
She felt the warm surge of sympathy even though he was merely making an observation that had nothing to do with her really. He was talking about himself, his own likes and dislikes. He was only concerned with his own pleasures. She knew that instinctively. She had known it yesterday when she first met him. He was a strong but selfish person. He knew what he wanted and he got what he wanted. It was as simple as that. She smiled.
"Well, come on," he said.
Surprised she said, "Where?"
It was his turn to laugh. "You don't think I'm gonna screw you in a sardine can, do you?"
Her mouth fell open. His direct answer shocked her even though she should have been prepared for it.
He grinned again. "If that's what I wanted I could have fucked you right off Main Street in Pine River yesterday." His look was steady and even. "Come on."
He took her arm and led her along the path away from the parking area and back toward the gates. "Where are we going?" she asked again.
"To my car. You don't think I walked all the way down here?"
She had to laugh. "No, but I mean then where?"
He winked at her broadly. "A place I know. Not far."
His car was a battered old Chevy, but he made no excuses for it. He opened the door and she slid onto the tattered seat and he slammed the door quickly behind her. Walking with long loping strides, he moved around the car to the driver's side and got behind the wheel. He gunned the engine and a cloud of smoke and dust mushroomed behind them. He slammed a gear shift into reverse and backed out of the tight place between a camper and a new red Torino. He spun the car expertly and headed out the drive.
The traffic was heavy coming into the grounds, but they had the exit, lanes to themselves. At the highway, he headed north and picked up speed quickly. In a few seconds he was hitting seventy, but the car hugged the road nicely. Bill flicked frequent glances in the rear-view mirror and along the sides of the highway. They slowed as they approached the small town a few miles north and Shelly knew he was alert for highway police. In the center of the town, he turned off on a side road. Moments later, they were deep in woods, full lush greenery closing around them and somehow cutting off the rest of the world. They were on a blacktop road that curved and wandered through heavy forest. After several miles, Bill turned off again, this time onto a gravel road that was narrow and twisting. All this time, he had said nothing. It was as if there was no point in small talk. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.
Shelly couldn't help wondering where they were. They couldn't be very many miles from the Speedway, but she had lost all sense of direction and place. When Bill finally slowed the car and made still another turn onto a rutted road that was hardly more than a track, she leaned forward and looked through the trees ahead. She could see the sparkling clear blue of a lake. Soon they were in a clearing, and she saw the house. She leaned back and stared.
The house was a large A frame nestled under tall pines and circled by rustling birches and poplars. The natural shake roof formed a high peak in the branches and sloped in a long line to the ground. The dappled sunlight filtering through the foliage reflected on the huge panes of glass that formed the back of the cabin. Even so, she could see the building and the glass at the front to the blue water again. The grass around the cabin was well kept even though the house seemed unoccupied.
"Hey, not bad," she said with a smile.
"I thought you'd like it better than that sardine can. Come on." He was out of the car already but this time he didn't come around to let her out. She had to open the door and follow him on her own. She couldn't help staring at the house. It was even more impressive close up. Bill reached into his pocket and took out a key which he inserted into the lock. A moment later the glass panel pushed back and he walked in ahead of her. He waited until she was in then pulled the screen shut and locked it but left the glass open to allow the breeze to filter into the room.
He walked through the small kitchen area that crossed the back of the cabin and into the high cathedral-ceilinged living room. Shelly followed slowly, looking and admiring what she saw. The kitchen was new and sparkled with stainless steel. Everything was spotless, new looking, yet the house had a comfortable air, a lived in feel. Shelly found herself following Bill in a daze.
The huge living room was brilliant with the reflected light of the sun on the water beyond. The lake caught her eyes, and she moved to the glass wall of the house to look out at it. Beside her, Bill swung open some more of the glass and the breeze funneled through the cabin.
The lake was big and the house sat in a small cove, sheltered from the main part of the lake and any neighboring cabins that might exist. A long dock ran from the shore into the water and a speedboat was tied to one side of it. The land sloped gently down from the wooden deck outside the glass doors to the water below.
"Like it?" Bill asked.
Shelly nodded. "Wow! I'll say!" She turned to look at him in awe. "Is this yours?" She waved one hand to indicate the house and the land and boat.
He laughed aloud. "Shit, no!"
She laughed with him. She hadn't really believed it could possibly be his even when she asked the question. Not after meeting him in the dingy liquor-store-bar yesterday. He was a small town bum, nothing more, nothing less. Except attractive. She still didn't know why she had given in so readily to his suggestions. Unless it was that he was so very sure of himself. And of her.
He looked at her now. "My sister's boy friend is doing some work on the place. Fixing the well and stuff. The people only come up once in a while." He moved to a liquor cabinet next to the deep, low fireplace and brought out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "Go get some ice out of the 'frige." He issued the easy command.
She walked to the kitchen and opened the gleaming refrigerator and pulled out a tray of cubes. "Don't the people mind your using the place?"
Bill laughed again. "What they don't know can't bother them, baby."
She brought the ice cubes and he held out the glasses for her to drop the ice in. She slid three cubes in each one. "Don't they notice the dwindling supply of liquor?" she asked with a smile as he filled the glasses almost to the top with Jack Daniels.
He winked at her. He turned and used his knees to jerk open the liquor cabinet doors. "Baby, these cats have so damned much booze they can't even count it!" He showed her the full shelves of bottles. Shelly had never seen that much liquor outside a bar in her life! She whistled softly. "See what I mean?"
He reached for a bottle of spring water and poured a few drops in each glass. It barely changed the color of the bourbon. He handed her a glass and lifted his own to his lips. "Cheers, baby, here's to us." He took a long swallow of the drink.
Shelly drank some of hers and screwed up her face at the strong taste. She didn't do a lot of drinking, and this one was wicked. She shuddered.
"That's smooth," Bill said with appreciation. "Really smooth." He grinned at her again and reached for her hand. He pulled her along beside him and moved to the huge orange and white striped sofa that splashed across the center of the room. He pulled her down next to him. "You're not bad either, chick." He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his eager hungry lips. His mouth mashed at hers, tempting and eager and his tongue whipped between her teeth in positive search. She felt the cold remnants of his iced drink turn to warm heat as her own tongue met the need of his. For long moments they were locked in the kiss, their bodies barely touching as each balanced a drink in an outstretched hand.
When Bill moved back, he grinned widely. "That's damned nice. Drink your drink and let's get rid of these glasses. I have a few other things I want to taste." He lifted his glass and watched her over the rim as he drank the rest of his bourbon slowly but steadily. When the glass empty, he reached back without looking and set it on the low glass and chrome table next to the sofa. He waited, smiling, while she drank hers more slowly. Then he took her glass from her hand and reached back to put it near the first one. This time when he took her for a kiss, his arms went around her and her entire body was crushed to his. His mouth covered her gasp and his tongue speared inside to quickly arouse her with its new demands and thrills. His huge hands grabbed the naked flesh of her back, slip around under the halter and found her tits. She gasped into the kiss again as he mashed her breasts like lemons for a drink. Then she relaxed and found she liked the rough manly way he went after what he wanted.
He worked at her flesh and the kiss simultaneously for a long time. Shelly felt herself begin to glow with something other than the summer heat. She wasn't sure if it was the drink or desire, but maybe it was a combination of both. But she knew she liked it.
She felt different than she had last night or yesterday morning when she had been with Jesse and Jimmy. She had attained some kind of perfection then, something gloriously new and different. Yet this was not the same as any experience she'd known before either.
Bill let go of one breast long enough to untie the cord at her back and the one at her neck. The halter fell in a heap between them. He let go of her mouth and looked down.
Her huge golden tits swayed under his gaze and against his palms. He lifted their weight, squeezing not too gently on their ripe lush fullness. He pinched the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pulling on them at the same time. Shelly felt the quick stir of excitement in her belly and the tight pulling of the breast muscles as her glands reacted to the stimulation. She watched him with eager eyes. He was concentrating on the heavy beauties in his hands. Then with sudden decision and a quick movement, he shoved her back against the cushions and his wide-open mouth came down to capture one of the now swollen nipples. He groaned deep in his throat, almost a growl and his tongue and teeth worked at the turgid cone tip. Then he began to suck hard.
Shelly bit her lip. Again the pain startled her, but after a moment she discovered that his sucking was very exciting. She could already feel the hot spurt of love juice between her thighs. This rough approach was turning her on like crazy. She wiggled into the harsh greedy mouth, forcing the tit even deeper into his throat. He sucked harder.
His hands went to her warm bare thighs, moving up them quickly. The short shorts offered little resistance as he scoured under them and across the rough pubic patch of hair to find her cunt. His finger shot in between the thick damp folds of erotic flesh and pierced her vaginal opening immediately. Shelly gasped and felt a new rush of hot fluids inside her. The heavy rough finger pounded, scraped along the gates of her cunt and found her clitoris. He worked it feverishly, never letting go of the hot sucking tit. Shelly was breathing hard now, wanting whatever he had for her.
She put her hands to the elastic at the top of the shorts and began to pull them down. The tight bind of the cuffs on her thighs prevented him from entering her as deep as she wanted him. She got the cloth down over her hips and belly and Bill tongued her tit to show his approval.
Then he sat up and grinned at her. "Now you're getting the idea, baby. Christ, I'm so fucking hot for you I can taste you!" He stood up and quickly stripped off his T-shirt and then unsnapped his jeans.
Shelly already had the shorts off and lay watching him. The blue denim moved over his taut flat belly and exposed the continuing line of dark hair that began at his chest and went all the way down to his crotch. The deep darker triangle there came into view. And finally what Shelly realized she had been waiting for ever since she first met him in the bar. She licked her lips and stared at the huge jutting cock and the heavy dangling balls below it. They were dark, blood-filled and throbbing. She could see the heavy vein that made a drunken line along the length of the organ. The blue wall of the blood vessel seemed to pound with his hot need. It made her sexy just looking at it.
"Like it, baby?" His voice was soft and coaxing.
She nodded. "Yessss."
"Then get over here and suck it." He stood his ground after kicking aside the jeans. She hadn't noticed him take his shoes off but they were gone too. He stood with legs spread, balanced and waiting.
Hypnotized, Shelly rose from the couch and crawled toward him on her hands and knees. In front of him, she rose on her haunches so she was right in front of the long spearing prick. She stared at it. Close up, it was even more tantalizing than it had been before. Now she could see the straining, bulging head and the tiny slit that was forced open by the pressure. A small droplet of fluid oozed from the hole as she watched. Her tongue ran over her lips and she moved her face with open mouth to the beautiful tempting treat.
Bill looked down at her with a smile on his lips. Her round mouth widened and slipped over the ruby red velvet cockhead. For an instant, the organ poised, not touching her lips or tongue. Then in an instant, she pushed forward as though it might escape and wrapped her lapping lips around it. Bill felt the sharp tug of pain as his semen stirred and pressed against the tubes for release. He sucked air into his lungs deeply.
Christ, he knew she'd be good, but this was hot stuff. He put his hands at her ears and pulled her hard against his cock. He could feel it push all the way back in her hot rippling throat.
Shelly's breath was choked off for a moment and she almost gagged at the swollen throbbing pecker filled her mouth and air passages. Then he began to fuck back and forth in her mouth and she could suddenly breath again. And she could enjoy the heavy maleness of the cock as it slid along her tongue, filling the taste buds with its heady flavor and exciting her entire body with its pounding rapier strokes. She let him move her, pushing and pulling with his hands, a puppet at his command. She heaved heavy sighs instead of breathing, and her belly ached with fire. She could feel the hot cunt juice dribble along her thighs and mat her cunt hair.
Still she gulped the driving sledge-hammer blows he rammed into her throat. She tried to hold him with her lips, but he was too strong for her. He set up the pattern. He controlled it. She moaned and tried to show her need. Her hands went to his legs, up the hairy calves and less haired thighs. Between them. To his heavy balls.
Still he pounded the stiff ramrod into her mouth.
"Jeeezzz!!! Uuuuzzz!!! Keeeristtt!!!" Bill threw his head back and forced his control to hold back the threatening cum flood that wanted to break through the dam. He was so hot he could hardly stand it but he was also so pleased with her blow-job that he didn't want to stop. A small explosion of semen escaped as he lost momentary power.
Shelly felt the wad of hot thick fuck juice and drank it greedily. She sucked hard, hoping and waiting for more. But he would not let her have it. He jerked her mouth off his spit-slick cock and grinned down at her. "Shit, baby, you can suck cock!! But I want pussy. I want it bad. Your ass has been tempting me since I first saw you walk into the liquor store yesterday and now I'm gonna get me some."
He half dragged her to the huge fur rug in front of the dead fireplace. She sprawled back, catching herself on her hands and looking up at him with needy glances. The teasing cock was wet from her saliva, and she was wet between the legs with her own juice.
He sank to his knees and pushed her down against the soft tawny fur. She sank into it and felt its caress along the length of her nude body. She smiled at him.
"Open up those pearly gates, kid. Papa's coming home." He grinned and came down to her. He knelt between her wide-spread thighs and pried her labia open with his fingers. He shook his head at the sight of the dripping red folds. He backed up and put his mouth to them by bending forward before she knew his intentions. His tongue flicked in and out of. the hot canal like a woodpecker after a bug. Shelly moaned and tossed on the thick fur.
His tongue whipped her to a frenzy, darting and eating at her hot cunt-juice, tickling and tasting the tiny tip of her clitoris. She raked her hands through the heavy animal fur beneath her and grew wilder by the minute. Her belly was a tight mass of molten lead, and just as she was about to erupt in fire and climax, he pulled away just in time to keep her from it.
He came up, grinning widely. "Now we're both ready, baby." With that he angled his dribbling cock toward her, and came down hard. The organ found its target on the first try, and it drove up into her pussy like a rocket. She was filled with it, her cunt a hot rippling blanket wrapped around the firebrand of his cock. Her legs came up to close around his body and hold him. And to hold his cock tight in her.
He was stronger, and he began to fuck in a heavy steady rhythm. Her body burst into instant white-hot flames. Her uterus and vagina fused to the heavy pounding spear, dragging it deep inside her with each thrust he made, trying to hang onto it each time he skinned it back for new action. She could feel the walls of her cunt rub along the loose skin of his cock, pulling it back and forth, snapping at it, pumping at his hot cockshaft like a fist milking a cow's tit. He swelled and the pressure became unbearable, she groaned and twisted in search of her orgasm.
And still he was in perfect control of both of them. It was as if he had some magic that held her on the brink of orgasm without letting her slide over. The heavy throbbing column of flesh drove again and again into her hot hugging tunnel. She gasped and begged for release.
"Oooohhh ... pleeeeaaassseee!!!" She tried to puncture the tight balloon of lust that filled her.
He grinned with a twisted grin that was full of his own lust. Sweat formed across his forehead and upper lip and his very red tongue moved in quick paths over his heavy lips. He gripped her hips and yanked her hard onto each fucking thrust. His own heat was ready to boil over.
"Now, baby!!! Nooowwww!!!"
He slammed his cock into her, exploding suddenly with all the hot sticky cum that was stored behind his floodgates. He pounded and scored deep inside her body.
Shelly felt the quick hot flood began. It set off the hard core of dynamite in her belly. Her orgasm erupted with a violence that was outshone only by his. The hot semen bubbled into her like molten lava from a volcano. It was all she needed. The rest of her orgasm, below the surface, blew sky high.
He had no intentions of stopping. Their bodies slammed together in loud sucking sounds, overriding the heavy gasping gulps for air that tore from their throats. They rode the heady beautiful cum wave all the way to its end.
CHAPTER TEN
Shelly lay on the thick luxurious fur with her eyes half-closed and her body filled with the delight of the pleasure she'd found. Bill pulled his cummy dick out, climbed off her quickly and sat panting beside her for several minutes until he caught his breath. He grinned at her and she smiled back weakly.
"Keerist! That was good fucking!" He shook his head and grinned wider. "You are one hell of a lay, baby!" He patted her tit. "I knew you would be. I can pick women." He sounded very sure of her and of himself, but somehow Shelly didn't mind. He's been open and honest about himself from the beginning, no pretenses, no endearing words of love. To him she was a lay. But she was glad that he liked her! She knew damn well he'd had plenty of experience, so the compliment was not given lightly.
She still felt the warm oozing cum he had filled her with inside her and where it began to trickle onto her thighs. She knew she should move, get up, find a bathroom and clean herself up, but the golden glow of pleasure held her there. And his hand. He moved his palm to her flat belly and began to rub lightly, then harder.
"Yeah," he said. "It was real good."
They were both absorbed in the new pleasure he'd begun to stir in both of them and were barely aware of the sound of a motor outside. Bill leaned over and caught her tit in his mouth again and began working his hand back toward her crotch as he sucked her hard nipple.
When the knock shattered the stillness of the room, he jerked up in surprise. Shelly felt her fear rise in her throat. Bill peered through the cabin toward the back door where the sound had come from. Shelly recalled his locking the screen and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bill?" It was a woman's voice, soft but insistent.
"Whew!" Bill let out his breath in an explosive gasp. He grinned at Shelly and leaped to his feet lightly. Stark naked, he strolled to the back door.
"Hi, Mona. What the hell are you doing here?" Shelly heard him unlock the door and the screen pull back. The lock snapped again.
Shelly lifted herself and peered over the edge of the sofa. Bill and a woman were coming through the kitchen. She curled her body to hide her nudity, but Bill seemed unabashed by the newcomer's arrival. He brought her right around to the fur rug.
The girl looked at Shelly without surprise. She glanced back at Bill, sniffed of the heavy odors surrounding them, and let her gaze wander along the length of his husky body and the still cummy, heavy sex equipment. "You two having a good time?" she asked with a grin.
Bill laughed aloud. "You better believe it, Mona." He winked at Shelly. "Shelly, this is my sister Mona. Mona, meet Shelly."
Mona inclined her head in half a greeting and Shelly forced herself to smile. She felt awkward but didn't know what to do about it. Again she felt the heavy sludge begin to move downward inside her. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked, looking at Bill.
Mona answered, obviously very familiar with the house. "That door." She pointed.
Shelly nodded and got up quickly, pressing her thighs together so his fresh cum would not pour out of her pussy onto the rug or floor. She crossed quickly to the door. Inside the bathroom, she quickly sat on the stool and let the fuck-juice run out of her cuntal mouth and then scrubbed herself clean with a washcloth she found on the rack. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, but her face still glowed with the full share of sex delight she had found with Bill. She brushed her fingers through her hair and patted it in place.
When she returned to the living room, Bill was stretched out on the fur rug, a fresh drink in his hand. Mona, holding a glass, sat on the orange and white sofa and watched her brother. She took his nakedness for granted and they were both perfectly at ease. Bill lifted a glass from the hearth and patted the rug beside him for Shelly to sit. She did.
The drink was as strong as the first one, but she sipped it and listened to the conversation. Bill was saying, "Where's Kenny?"
Mona shrugged and sipped her drink before she answered. "Up at that place on Woman Lake. He's got that new job."
"Just about. Has the shed to repair. He's in no hurry to give up the key though! She grinned and winked at the two on the rug. Obviously neither was she. Bill was not the only one who used the house for his personal fun.
Mona looked at Shelly and raised her glass in a toast. "Cheers, kid!" They drank, and then Mona said, "You gonna be around all summer? Maybe the four of us can have some fun." Her gaze went to her brother's cock and balls again suggestively.
Shelly shook her head. "No, just the weekend. Unfortunately." She wished she were staying.
Bill explained. "Shelly's over at Donnybrooke with the races."
"Yeah?" Mona was interested. "Guess they've got plenty of excitement over there today. "I was listenin' to the radio on the way down, and they've got a record crowd I hear."
Shelly didn't doubt it. The Donnybrooke race became more popular every year.
Mona went on. "Guess there was a big accident a little while ago."
For a moment the words didn't sink into Shelly's brain. She was engrossed in the drink and the casual sex play Bill had started again on her tits. It was Bill who asked, "Yeah? What happened?"
Mona shrugged. "A car went off one of the curves and slammed the bank, burst into flames. I could hear the sirens as I turned in this road. Somebody got creamed good."
Shelly sat up, suddenly aware that Mona was reciting facts. With dread and awareness, she swallowed the dry lump in her throat. "What car, do you know?" Fear balled tightly in her chest.
"I dunno. I don't remember. I'm not much of a racing fan." Mona was more interested in her drink.
Bill sensed Shelly's fright. He sat up, his hand still across her heavy tit, the nipple caught between his fingers. "Did they give the car number or the driver's name?"
Mona nodded. "Yeah, I just don't remember."
Shelly forced herself to ask, "It wasn't 68, Dave Fields, was it?"
Mona looked surprised. "Hey, yeah, I think that was it. Yeah, I'm sure it was. Why, you know him?"
Shelly stumbled to her feet, almost spilling the glass of bourbon. Bill grabbed her. "Take it easy, kid." He stood up, lifting her to her feet and forcing the glass to her lips. "Drink it, you need it."
"What's the matter?" Mona looked confused.
"It's her husband."
"Holy Christ!" Mona drained her own glass. "I'm sorry, kid."
Shelly nodded and drank the liquor Bill held to her mouth. It burned all the way down. But it helped steady her. She nodded to him that she was okay, and he helped her to the sofa.
Quickly she picked up her underpants and struggled into them. Then the shorts, and finally the halter. Bill pulled on his clothes and Mona sat watching them numbly.
Bill looked at her. "St. Joseph's in Brainerd?"
Mona shrugged. "It's the only hospital around."
He nodded and took Shelly's arm. "Lock up here for me, will you?" he called back to his sister.
"Sure. And, Shelly-?"
Shelly turned to look at her. "I hope everything's okay."
"Thanks." The word barely made a sound.
In the car, Bill drove rapidly but evenly. He was a good driver, and the speed of the car over the rough back road did not frighten Shelly. She was too filled with dark fear about Dave. Her mind envisioned the blue Camaro spinning out of control and hurtling over the edge of the bank. Flames leaping and licking at it, trapping the driver inside.
Oh, Dave, she thought. Dave! It somehow seemed her fault. Maybe a punishment for not staying to be with him. A punishment for her unfaithful thoughts and deeds. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
"Take it easy, kid. That won't help." Bill glanced at her huddled form and patted her knee. "We'll be there in a couple of minutes."
They turned onto the highway and the car picked up speed and raced southward. When they came abreast of the track, traffic slowed them but Bill worked the old car through it expertly. Several minutes later they were entering the town and he cut along a side street. A minute later he pulled up in the emergency entrance to the hospital.
An ambulance, doors still open, stood in front of the wide doors. It was empty.
Bill led Shelly into the building and spoke quietly to a nurse at the desk. Then he took Shelly onto an elevator and they went upstairs. In a waiting room on the surgery floor, he made her sit while he went to ask the desk nurse some more questions.
When he came back, he sat beside her and lifted her chin in his hand. "Listen, he's alive. Understand?"
She nodded.
"He's in bad shape and they're operating right now. He's got some broken bones and maybe internal injuries. They don't know for sure. And he's got burns too."
Shelly took a deep breath. Bill was being honest with her, and again she felt gratitude to him. But she had to ask. "Will-will he be-all right?"
Bill looked at her a long time before he said. "No one's making any promises. But he's got a chance, and that's what counts. You understand?"
She began to cry.
"Listen, that's not gonna help. Just keep believing it's gonna work out. And don't blame yourself.
He put his arm around her and pressed her face to his broad shoulder. She hiccupped her sobs to silence and let her tears dampen his shirt. Finally she felt better. She knew he was right. But it was hard not to feel guilt.
She lay with her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Guilt. She could not rid herself of it. She had been filled with thoughts of her own need this morning when she last saw Dave. She hadn't cared enough about the race to wish him more than the most casual kind of luck. She hadn't even kissed him good-bye.
The image of his scowling face as she left the pit haunted her. He had been angry despite his control. She knew that. She had committed the unpardonable sin of bringing the kids into the pit moments before the warm up.
The kids! she sat up with a start. Bill looked at her but said nothing. Jimmy! She remembered all too clearly how Bunky had yelled to chase him away from the gas cans! And she remembered too well how Jesse had been so insistent about her getting the boys into the pit before the race!
With horror she knew that she had been duped. She had let herself be blackmailed by a low, conniving scum who set her up for his trick. Jesse O'Conner had put something into Dave's gas to make sure he wouldn't finish the race! Cold horror filled her.
Bill frowned. "You okay?" She nodded. For the first time all day she was getting a good look at herself. And she didn't like what she saw. How could Jesse do a thing like that to his own brother? A child?
How could you do a thing like that to a kid? Her conscience mocked her. She hadn't been any better when she wanted something. She had wanted Jimmy O'Conner's young tender nice boy cock. She had wanted to taste and tease him, find her own pleasure in the boy's body. And nothing had stopped her. Was Jesse any worse for using his brother to gain his own ends?
No. She couldn't fool herself. If there was any blame, it was hers. She moistened her lips with a near-dry tongue and tried to swallow. Her throat was raw and dry. Bill moved away from her and got up. A few minutes later he was back with a paper cup of water.
She drank it gratefully. Then they sat in silence and waited.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Shelly lost all track of time. She was aware of Bill's presence and even wondered several times at his considerateness in staying with her. She was grateful.
Very much later, a doctor came toward them, his surgical mask dangling about his neck, his hair still capped in the green paper cover. "Mrs. Fields?"
She got up and Bill stood beside her, holding her arm supporting her as her knees buckled.
"Yes." Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Your husband is in the recovery room now. We think he'll make it. He's strong and he took the surgery well."
"He's-?" Shelly couldn't ask questions. She wanted to cling to the hope he'd been offered.
"Can she see him?" Bill asked.
The doctor shook his head. "Not yet. You'll have to wait until he comes out of recovery. As soon as they put him in a room, the nurse will let you know." He looked at Bill. "Why don't you take her for some coffee, maybe something to eat. She'll need her strength. He's got a long, tough recovery ahead of him."
"Were the injuries bad?" Bill asked.
The doctor hesitated. Then he said frankly. "Yes. But we've got him put together again. He'll survive. He may need some skin grafting after the burns heal, but we need a specialist to determine that. We were more interested in stopping the internal bleeding and setting the bones. He was lucky his spine wasn't damaged."
The doctor nodded and walked away, his face drawn in weary lines. Bill took Shelly to the elevator. "You heard what the doctor said. You need some supper. Come on."
"I couldn't eat." The guilt choked her.
The elevator doors opened and he propelled her into the car. "Yes you can. You have to. You'll be up all night and you need some energy."
* * *
In the lobby, he turned toward the coffee shop, still half coaxing her reluctant feet. They were almost inside when a voice called, "Mrs. Fields!"
Shelly almost fell in her hurry to turn. Her first thought was that something had happened to Dave, that he'd taken a turn for the worse. To her surprise, she found herself looking into the strained serious face of Jimmy O'Conner. The boy chewed at his lip and looked frightened. "Can I talk to you a minute?" His voice cracked and the words were an effort.
Shelly's mind clouded with rage at the thought of the boy and what he had done for his brother. She stared hard at him and tried to read his expression.
"Please?" the boy begged.
Shelly looked at Bill. "Just a minute. I'll be right in."
Bill looked from her to the kid. "Sure. I'll order you something." He turned and walked into the cafe.
Shelly walked to a blue bench a few feet down the wall. She sat and waited for Jimmy to sit next to her. "What do you want?" The rage had cooled to cold anger now. Anger at herself for being so gullible.
"Please, I know what you're thinking," the boy said.
"Do you?"
He nodded. "But I didn't do it. I swear I didn't!"
She looked at him.
He reached out his young hand, still stained with grime and dust from the track. He touched her arm lightly. She looked down at the hand, recalling other moments when she had thrilled at the touch of his fingers. Now she felt quite cold and shivered slightly. The hand stayed on her arm. She looked up at him again.
He was close to tears. "Jesse gave me the stuff to put in the can, but I couldn't do it. You gotta believe me. I couldn't do it." He bit his lip and pleaded with his eyes.
"Bunky caught you near the cans."
He nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't put the stuff in. Honest. I just couldn't." He looked at her. "Not after all you did for me."
That surprised her and she blinked. "What?"
He nodded. "I think you're pretty special, Shelly." He used her first name almost hesitantly. "I was just a dumb kid yesterday when I met you on the path. But you changed everything for me. And when I thought about hurting you the way Jesse wanted to, maybe even killing your husband, I-I just couldn't do it."
She stared, not knowing if she should believe him but knowing that she wanted to. "You admit that your brother wanted to damage Dave's car?"
Jimmy wet his lips and looked very pale. "Yeah."
"I could go to the police, to the racing authorities." Her heart was pounding.
"Yeah." He swallowed hard. "I know you could. If Jesse knew I was telling you this he'd kill me." He looked right into her eyes. "But I had to. I had to tell you that I didn't do it, even though he wanted me to. I couldn't. Not to you."
They stared at each other for a long time. Jimmy started to get up, but Shelly reached out and took his arm, pulling him back to the bench.
"I believe you, Jimmy."
They locked glances and after a few seconds, Jimmy smiled. "Thanks. That means a lot to me."
He didn't ask what she was going to do about what he'd told her, but she answered the unspoken question anyhow. "I'm not going to the police or the race officials."
"You're not?"
She shook her head. "No. I guess I'm partly to blame for all this too, maybe all, I don't know. I've done some things I shouldn't have done and almost done a few others. But what happened to Dave was an accident. I see that now. You and I had nothing to do with it. It could have happened to anyone, any driver in the race."
Jimmy looked thoughtful. "Yeah, you're right."
She nodded. "Okay, then we're still friends?"
It was his turn to smile. "You bet. And-thanks. I feel a lot better now that I told you."
They got up and walked back to the restaurant door. "How did you get down here?" she asked him.
"Rickie took his brother's car. They're waiting outside. Rick and Stanley."
She smiled. "Say hello to them for me."
The boy smiled. "Okay, Shelly?"
"Yes?"
"Is he-is he going to be okay? Dave?"
She smiled. "They think so. He's out of the operating room and they think he'll pull through."
"I'm glad."
"I am too. I guess everyone is." She put her hand to his thin shoulder and pressed her fingers to his flesh. "Thanks for coming, Jimmy. It means a lot to me."
"Heck, I had to, you know that."
She laughed and nodded. "I guess you did at that. But thanks anyhow."
She watched the boy leave the hospital and vanish beyond the perimeter of the glass doors. Then she turned and went into the coffee shop.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Hours later, she sat beside Dave's bed waiting for him to open his eyes. He looked pale and bandages covered his chin and neck and as far down his body as the white sheet permitted her to see. He lay very still, barely breathing.
From time to time a nurse came into the room and checked his, blood pressure and pulse, noting them on her chart and smiling reassuringly at Shelly.
Bill had left her when she came into the room. He just wasn't there all of a sudden. She wasn't hurt or surprised. He had helped when she needed him but now she had to wait with Dave alone.
In the coffee shop, they had talked little but Bill's presence had helped her get through the waiting time. She drank the coffee he ordered and ate the soup and sandwich, not realizing until she had how hungry she was. She had not had anything since the scanty breakfast she'd consumed when she woke in the van this morning.
As she sat and studied Dave's face, she did a lot of thinking. She knew now that the trouble between them was her fault. He had not changed since she met him. He had never pretended anything with her. She had built up a glamorous picture of what her life would be like with him. When it wasn't that way, she found fault with Dave instead of with herself.
Bill's peculiar brand of openness and honesty had shown her the truth. She admired him for it, and even now she felt no guilt over the time she'd spent with him in the lovely cabin by the lake. She had enjoyed it, just as she had enjoyed the times with Jimmy and Jesse. And with Rickie and Stanley. She smiled as she thought about the long bed session last night with the young boys. She had enjoyed every minute of it. She could not lie to herself about that. She could even admit silently that she would like to have some more of the same. Either with the same three boys or others she might find attractive. She still recalled the sweet tasting young cocks, and the thrill of the two boys struggling to fit both their hard cocks inside her cunt and hump her at the same time.
Yes, she enjoyed it.
Dave stirred and she got up quickly and moved close to the bed. His eyelids fluttered and she saw the tiny movements of his pupils under them.
"Dave? Darling?"
The lids opened slowly. His dark eyes searched the strange room.
"It's all right, darling. You're going to be all right." She kissed his cheek just above the bandage.
He looked at her in confusion.
"You're in the hospital," she explained.
He closed his eyes and then opened them again very slowly.
"You spun out."
He tried to talk but his lips were thick and dry. Shelly heard the nurse come in behind them and stepped aside so she could get close to Dave.
"Awake, I see," the woman said pleasantly. She lifted a glass of water from the table and touched the straw to his lips. "Just a sip. Not too much. That's fine." she put the glass back and busied herself with his pulse and then his blood pressure again. She smiled and turned to Shelly.
"He'll be pretty groggy. Just stay a few minutes and then he should sleep again. Don't tire him."
Shelly nodded. When the woman was gone, she leaned close to Dave, again. "I'll be back tomorrow, honey. I'll stay all day if you want me to."
He ran his tongue over his lips. This time he was able to speak very softly, but she caught the words. "The car?"
She almost laughed. His first thought would be of the car. She put her hand to his cheek. "Don't worry about it now, baby. Just rest."
He closed his eyes and she backed away from the bed. Dave lived for racing. For his car. He would be unhappy when he heard how badly the car had been damaged, but it wouldn't be the end of his world. As soon as he was up and well, he would begin again. Find another car, race another race. She knew that for sure. Racing was Dave's life.
Very slowly she walked out of the room with one last glance at his even breathing that told her he was asleep again. Yes, he'd race again. He'd always race. That was Dave's honesty. She closed the door silently behind her and started down the corridor.
It was late and the hospital was quiet with the hushed silence of sickness and death. She passed the nursing station and the charge nurse looked up and smiled encouragingly at her.
Shelly pushed the elevator button and in a few moments the car slid to a stop before her. She got in and pushed the button for the main floor.
The lobby was dimly lit and she walked slowly toward the door. She saw someone get up from a chair and come toward her. He pushed the big glass doors open for her and they stepped out into the starlit warm summer night.
"Okay, baby?" Bill asked.
She smiled. "Yes. You didn't have to wait."
He grinned. "I never let a lady walk home from a date with me."
She laughed softly. He took her arm and steered her down the path and along the sidewalk to where his ancient car was parked. In a few minutes they were passing through the gone-to-bed-town and back toward the highway. Bill drove with careless ease but he did not hurry this time.
When the darkness of the highway closed around the moving car, Bill turned to her. "You feel better now that you've seen him and talked to him yourself?"
"Yes. I guess so."
"Rid of your guilt?"
"Yes," she said again. "That too. We each have our own lives to live and be ourselves. I know that now."
"You're smart admitting it. That's something I learned a hell of a long time ago. I gotta be me." He leaned back and pushed his arms straight against the wheel. "It's more fun that way too, baby."
She laughed. "Maybe."
He slowed the car as they approached the darkened entrance to the track, and he turned to look at her again.
"You don't want to sleep all alone in that sardine can tonight, do you?" The car was barely moving.
He would be past the entrance in moments. Shelly looked at the gate. She thought about the van. She thought about Dave's one question when he woke enough to be coherent. He asked about the car. Honesty. She had to laugh softly. The car inched on the pavement.
"No, I don't want to sleep there all alone."
Bill tapped the accelerator and the car pulled forward again. He smiled in the dimly lit interior of the car, and she knew that her honest answer had pleased him.
They rode in silence to the now-familiar turn off and then along the dark side road to the drive that led to the cabin. The woods were very dark where the overhang of trees cut off the sky. But when they once more reached the clearing behind the house, the moonlight reflected from the calm lake lighted the shore and the house to a soft sheen.
She climbed out of the car. Bill was already halfway across the clearing. She shut the door softly as he had done and then followed him to the A frame again. He had the door open, and he slipped his arm around her waist as he ushered her in.
The air was still but not hot. The house had stayed cool during the day under its canopy of pines and birches. Now Bill led her through the rooms to the front of the house where he once again opened the sliding glass doors. They stood for a moment looking at the lake.
"Let's take a quick swim and cool off. It's been a long day." He turned to her. "Take your things off and we'll skinny dip."
He was already yanking off his shoes and socks. Shelly smiled in the moonlight and quickly stripped her own clothes off. Bill put his arm around her, catching a tit in his huge hand. Then he opened the screen and they crossed the redwood deck and started down the slope. On the dock, they stood bathed in the moonlight. Bill turned her to face him and pulled her body close to his and covered her mouth with a hungry kiss. He pressed his crotch hard against hers and she could feel the stirring of his sex organs. Then as abruptly as he had grabbed her, he let go and moved to the edge of the dock and executed an almost soundless smooth dive into the water. She watched the ripple that followed his underwater path and when his head splashed above the surface a dozen yards out, she turned and dived in too.
He was a strong swimmer and she could not keep pace with him. He swam a wide circle around her and then headed back to shallower water. Shelly swam back and forth in a small trail just beyond her depth. The water was cool and pleasant, refreshing and exciting. Her skin shivered into goose bumps as the chill hit her. She was tired.
She headed back for shore. Bill caught up with her before she touched her feet down. He grabbed her from behind and she turned with silent laughter on her lips.
He kissed her, his hands searching for and finding her tits under the surface of the water. Then, as she put her feet down and realized she could touch, he pulled her close and one hand went to her crotch. He let go of her mouth.
"Ever fucked underwater, baby?" he asked with a grin.
She shook her head.
"It's fun. Here, try this." He poked at her crotch with his hardened cock. "Spread your legs a little."
She did, and she felt the instant reward of the warm flesh and cold water inside her vagina. He moved his body, bending his knees and then angling up into her. She felt the quicker rush of water accompany him into her cunt. She shivered and smiled.
"Nice?"
"Ummm, yes."
He held her close and began to move her body onto his. The water supported her weight and she moved like a bobbing toy as he pushed her up and down on the hard prick. It felt very good. She felt all warm and delightful despite her tiredness and the cool water. She was getting hot, sexy hot, again.
She let herself float with his action, enjoy with his hard driving cock. Even with the pressure of the water, there was no mistaking the ready swollen member that was deep inside her. Each time he pushed her hips down, he forced his cock to brush hard against her clitoris, and additional waves of delight coursed through her. He was arousing her thoroughly and he knew it. He kissed her quickly on one of the passing thrusts.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured.
"You like it?"
"Yesssssss, it's very nice."
He kissed her again. "You're still damned good fucking," he said softly.
It was as though they were alone in the world. The two people in the shallows of the dark lake, covered with each other and the moonlight. Shelly closed her eyes and forgot the rest of the day, the rest of the world. There was only this moment.
"Put your legs around my waist," Bill instructed.
Shelly moved her legs effortlessly and the action pressed her even closer to the slick wet male body. He grabbed her tight around the waist and she held on to his neck. He began to walk to the shore carrying her on his cock.
His strong arms held her and he walked with quick steps once his body was clear of the water. She pressed her face to his shoulder, her body to his crotch. He carried her part way up the bank and then lowered her gently to the ground. He went to his knees first, then with perfect control and amazing balance, he let her weight fall back until she was lying on the cool grass. He did this without letting his prick slip from her body, and when she was all the way down, he was right on top of her.
The coolness of the grass and the air on her damp skin disappeared instantly. Shelly was warm all over from his weight and his need. His mouth searched hers and their tongues probed and licked at each other. She heard a soft moan and realized it had come from her throat.
Then he really began to fuck her. He braced himself on his hands near her tits and began to stroke his cock in and out of her pussy with a hard, swift rhythm. Shelly gasped and watched his face in the pale moonlight. His hard body scored deep inside her, tearing open every erotic place it could find. She moaned again.
"Tell me how much you like it, doll, tell me!" He panted for breath as he slammed his cock home inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeeeeesssss!!!! I liiiiiiikkkkkeeee iiiiitttt!!!! Sooooooo much, sooooo much!!!!" She clamped her legs around him and rode with each motion he made.
"Uuuuuuggghhhh!!!!" He grunted.
Shelly felt the quick surge of pressure in his big wide cockhead and knew he was ready to cum. Her own body quivered in anticipation and readiness. Her uterus was a tight ball of fire, squeezing and ready to pour out its love juice at his signal.
He slammed the rigid column of flesh into her again and again, harder and harder until she thought she would burst.
They exploded together. Without warning, the fire flamed to a torch and set them both off in that instant. Shelly's belly flooded out its cum to meet the hot heavy load of semen he shot into her like a stream from a firehose.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! Oooooooohhhhh!!!! Ummmmmmm!!!! Yeeeeeesssss. I'm cuuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiinnnnggg!!!!!" She cried the moan of delight and need into the quiet night.
His answer met it. "Aaaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh!!!! Here it is, baby, alllllll of it!!!!!" He pumped and pounded, drained his cock into her until he had satisfied his lust and need. Then he slowed and pulled his limp cock out and climbed off her. He got to his feet, stumbling almost as though he were drunk. He wove his way to the dock and dived again into the water. By the time Shelly sat up, he was far out in the lake, swimming with hard firm strokes.
Very slowly, she got to her feet and walked down the hill and back into the water. She walked out slowly, letting the cool water close around her hot body again. She ducked under the surface and swam a few strokes in the inky blackness. Then she came up spouting water. She felt good, better than she had a very long time.
She turned and saw Bill swimming swiftly toward her. She stood and waited for him.
"Christ, I feel great. Summer is my favorite time of the year because I like to swim naked so damned much."
"You really enjoy life, don't you?" she asked.
"Sure, that's what it's for. You only live once, baby. Might as well do it right the first time around!" He kissed her lightly and they walked to shore.
"Thanks, Bill."
He looked at her. "For what?"
She laughed. "For everything. Mostly for showing me how to be honest with myself. You've been good for me."
He slapped her naked ass. "You ain't been so bad yourself, kid."
They laughed and walked up the slope to the deck and then stood to drip dry a while before they entered the cabin.
By the time Bill got done kissing her again, Shelly knew that they would do more than sleep when they finally went into the big bedroom on the balcony above the kitchen.
Long into the night, until the first rays of sun were slashing across the lake like fingers of fire, they found dozens of sexual ways to enjoy each other honestly.
