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The Fire In May's Bush ....(103k)    by Grace Eddy

FOREWORD

Grace Eddy has done it again, and The Fire In May's Bush is a sizzling success ... exactly the type adult novel you expect from Surrey House, Inc.

May had lived alone for far too long ... alone high in her fire-watch tower with nothing to keep her company except an occasional passing bird and a head full of passionate, erotic memories. That's where she was when the horny little boy stumbled onto the scene. He was hunted and wanted and there was absolutely nothing he could do about anything she felt like doing to him, and once she pulled his little pants down and checked out the merchandise, her fantastic imagination went wild and a pedophile of the first degree burst full-blown upon the sexual scene.

Dr. Lester B. Wade, a New York psychiatrist, is very familiar with women of May's type. In The Journal of Sexual Pathology, he described someone much like her when he wrote: "The female pedophile is every bit as dangerous, to the sexual development of the young, as her male counterpart-and perhaps as numerous. The reason why so few female pedophiles are detected appear quite obvious when we consider the following fact: that the natural role of boys in life almost precludes their ever reporting an incident where a woman tries to molest them sexually-only too true after a boy reaches a certain age. First of all, if the boy is genuinely shocked and offended, he will seldom risk embarrassment, the shame of having to report that a woman got fresh with him. As to the more sexually mature youngster, he might well not only enjoy the situation physically, but even deem it the highest kind of compliment that an older female could be interested in him in the role of a 'real man!'"

-THE PUBLISHERS

CHAPTER ONE

He was slim, dark, maybe fifteen, with a narrow band of somewhat lighter skin delineating the place where he usually wore swim trunks. His cock was long, straight, rock hard, throbbing as he poured it into her. May knew she was dreaming but she couldn't stop. Didn't even want to stop. She even knew why she was dreaming. Early that morning she had climbed down the tower to feed her cat. He had swaggered up the path through the pines wearing a shredded ear and a feline smile of joyous satiation.

Trying not to think about how long it had been since she had felt that way, May had glanced down the path. Behind the cat a pair of ruffed grouse also sensed the tomcat was not in a hunting mood. The cock grouse was happily bobbing atop a somewhat ruffled hen. Feeling a certain emptiness, May had asked herself once more what she was doing there. Then her dream ended with the abrupt jangle of a telephone.

"Number ten," she answered.

"Hello, May, seen any strangers up that way?" She recognized big Ed's voice and wondered what the chief ranger was doing out of bed at that hour.

"No," May said sleepily. "What time is it anyway?"

"About two A.M.," Ed said.

May glanced briefly around at the mountains somewhere out there beyond the glass sides of the tower. She saw no signs of fire. It was a cloudy moonless night and she saw nothing apart from mist on the glass. "Nothing here," she said vaguely.

"Not a fire I'm calling about," Ed said. "Look, May, I'm worried about you up there alone."

May wondered if the chief ranger had flipped. She had spent four summers up there alone and nobody had ever worried-least of all May.

"There was a break-out last night," the ranger explained.

"The kids?"

"Yup. But, May, those aren't just kids. If one of those raping, shooting murderers shows up on your side of the mountain, you call me quick. You got a rifle there?"

May was wide awake now. Sudden excitement pulsed through her. "Yes, Ed," she said, "I've got a rifle somewhere. I suppose I'd better go look for it."

"You do that. Near's we can tell, eight of them busted out. Couple of them are real bad. You be careful. You see anything, you call me."

"All right."

"And, May," Ed continued in a pleading voice, "don't you go gettin' soft hearted over some kid that'll slit your gizzard."

May gave a guilty start and began to reassure him, but the ranger had already rung off. She guessed she'd better rummage in the closet beside her narrow bed and see if she could find that rifle. Then she turned around toward the door that went down a fifty-foot ladder and saw the rifle. It was in the hands of a boy. He didn't look more than twelve.

May wasn't frightened at all. Her first thought was puzzlement at how easily the boy had found her gun. Then she remembered earlier that day she had gotten it out and left it by the door on the odd hope of hitting the coyote which had been stalking her tomcat. That was one mystery solved.

The next mystery was how she was going to get the rifle away from this frightened kid before he did something neither of them really wanted-like shooting May.

May was pushing forty and, thanks to diet and climbing that damned fifty-foot ladder a dozen times a day, still looked like twenty-five if, as she had been known to remark without too much bitterness, the lights weren't too bright. Right then the light wasn't bright at all. She was wearing the heavy chenille robe that life in the mountains at this altitude made a necessity.

Beneath the robe she wore a matched set of size forty, 'C cup tits adorned only with a pair of pink nipples. Below May wore a pair of bikini panties barely wide enough to cover the abundant growth of reddish fur on her pubic patch. Suddenly her mind was clear. This boy, if he was one of the break-outs from the camp, had been out in the woods for months, maybe years without seeing a woman. May remembered her own life on a farm years ago. She had been the eldest. When she had been sixteen her younger brothers had peeked frantically into her room, down the chimney or dangling precariously from second-story eaves, risking life and limb with one-handed grips, fucking their phrenetic fists as they prayed for a glimpse of her naked body.

May had always pretended she didn't know they were there. And once in a great while she had rewarded their persistence by taking all her clothes off before turning out the lights. It had given her a warm glow of something to be admired by her little brothers. And on the farm where May had grown up, warm glows had been hard to come by. She wondered what a sudden unexpected look at a few acres of female flesh would do to this trembling twelve-year-old who pointed the rifle in wavering circles.

Moving slowly so as not to startle him, she made a production of untying the bow of her sash. The boy watched silently. May had never actually seen a burlesque show, but from bits and snippets she had picked up in movies, it didn't seem too hard. Mentally humming that tune the strippers always used, she pulled slowly on one loose end, then the other, teasing back and forth until finally the knot collapsed. She caught the edges of her chenille robe and very slowly began opening them.

She stopped just as her tits threatened to escape and cocked her leg until a knee peeked from the voluminous folds. Swaying gently, she straightened again and eased the robe open until it gaped a full inch from top to bottom, affording the staring boy a hint of navel, of the deep cleavage between her firm forties, and a flash of pink from her fist-wide bikini panties.

The boy's mouth opened and closed. He seemed to have forgotten the rifle which still pointed toward her, wavering wildly in his uncertain grasp. May squinted momentarily but the light was so dim she couldn't tell whether the gun was cocked. She knew it was loaded though. That was enough.

Normally, May would never have thought of exposing herself to anybody, much less a twelve-year-old boy but, though she had lived a straight life, May was not stupid. She knew perfectly well that one false move could kill her. And if she could save her life and keep from getting a hole in her smooth white skin, there would be time later to ponder the rights and wrongs of what she was doing.

Now she concentrated on doing it-gently, teasingly, squirming and working until the robe gaped another inch. The boy seemed hypnotized, but May knew one false move would remind him that he held her rifle and her life in his hands. She wanted to move closer to the boy, but it wasn't time yet. She shrugged and noted the boy's disappointment as her robe came back together.

If only I had a radio on, or some music playing, she thought. She began humming the "Stripper's Waltz" or whatever it was called, giving her one-boy audience bumps and pelvic grinds in time to the remembered music. His mouth opened and hung wide until she nearly laughed. But that could be fatal. Twelve-year-old boys don't like to be laughed at. Despite herself, May was feeling something else too. She intended to distract the kid and get the rifle away from him, but she caught herself wondering what would happen if....

She straightened again, shoulders back, tits out. The robe gaped invitingly. The boy leaned forward. She realized now that with a little luck, she could move gently forward and wrap her arms around him, move forward, push him backward in a slow, deathly waltz until he stepped backward out the door and missed the first step on that fifty-foot ladder. May couldn't quite bring herself to do that. He couldn't be over twelve. Besides, there had to be some practical use for a boy like him. She remembered her dream of a moment ago.

That damned dream! It seemed to May that she had been dreaming the same dream forever, but it had really only been about a year. For the first three years after she had given up on a husband who loved his mother more than he could ever love a mere wife, May had been so happy to be out of the marriage trap that she hadn't even thought about sex. But time heals all things-except the lack of a good stiff prick. Nothing, May suspected, would ever replace that. Not even all the peace and quiet out there in the woods where she could sunbathe naked and not see another human being for a month at a time.

And then that dream had started bothering her. May was intelligent and held no illusions about herself. She needed a fuck. It had been so long since she needed one that May had painted herself into a corner. There were no eligible men around there. No men period!

When the slim dark boy began haunting her dreams, May was first tipped off by the thin line of white skin around his loins. It was a distorted memory of her own sun-browned body in the mirror. Of course, there was another ingredient in this moonlight cocktail too, but that went way back when May had been a girl, young, inexperienced, but eager to learn. Once then there had been a slim dark boy. She wondered what had ever happened to him ... but at the moment she had a different problem.

The boy with the rifle stared open-mouthed. He licked his lips. Without knowing it, he had moved a step closer to her. If she dared, May knew she could reach out and touch the tip of the rifle. But too many things could go wrong. She let her hips sway with the rhythm of remembered love. The chenille robe gaped once more. Now it was exposing the inner sides of her firm forties, gaping to expose her deep navel. The boy's eyes burned, memorizing the smooth roundness of her firm belly. May twisted slightly and thrust one leg forward.

The robe slipped back obligingly to unveil an unbroken line of skin from throat to toe, exposing the firm tapered smoothness of thigh and calf. She was thankful now that she had taken the time to exercise, had learned the patience to pose so that even barefoot she could give the impression of a satin high-heeled slipper. The boy was practically melting. She was afraid he would relax his grip and drop the rifle. If it went off God only knew which direction....

Then abruptly he remembered it. His grip tightened on the stock. May could see it. The safety was off. The rifle was cocked. She hadn't left it that way. This twelve-year-old might not know too much about women's bodies, but he knew one end of a rifle from the other.

She was within touching distance. The boy seemed to be realizing it too. In another minute he would recover from his hypnosis and put a proper distance between himself and her. May couldn't let this happen. She took a deep breath and decided to do what she had to do. She took a firm grip of the edges of her robe and waited until his eyes tried not to show the disappointment as he realized the show was over. Then, before he could react, she threw the robe wide open, spreading it like Dracula's cape behind the magnificence of her unveiled body.

The boy's mouth gaped open again. Before he could recover, May moved gently forward until his open mouth was breathing moistly on her firm round ski-jump shaped forties. She got one arm out of the robe and pulled him in close to her, feeling a fugitive thrill as his yearning young body strained against her.

But with her other hand, May carefully swung the robe up and over the boy. Suddenly she stepped back and pulled it down like a net over his head.

The rifle clattered to the floor and went off. Behind her somewhere May heard the tinkle as one of the lookout tower's windows disintegrated. But mainly she was busy entangling the boy in the robe. He struggled and cursed with an amazing versatility, but he was only twelve and not too big. May was an extremely healthy woman. She let him kick blindly until one of his clodhopper shoes caught her on the shin. That, she decided, was enough. "Stand still," she snapped, "or I'll blow your goddamn head off!"

Clearly, the boy knew she hadn't had time to get the fallen rifle. When he kicked again, she lost patience. First she swung the bottom of her closed fist hammer-like at the bulge in the robe that had to be his head. While he was reeling, she picked up a set of binoculars and gave him a full-strapped swing that landed on the opposite side of his head. The boy went down without a sound.

First she unloaded the rifle and hid the clip. Then she pulled the tangled robe from around the boy's head and shoulders and looked to see if she had done him any permanent damage. Before she had time to peel back his eyelids and look for unequal dilation, the boy was snorting and preparing to come to again. Hurriedly, May removed the web belt from his dungarees and fastened his hands behind his back. Then she removed the sash from her robe and bound his feet. She studied the arrangement a while, then brought the loose end of the sash up behind his back and tied it to the belt around the boy's hands. As long as he lay on his side with his knees bent, he could rest comfortably.

She was stepping back to admire her knots when suddenly she realized what she had forgotten. She looked at the window. The wild shot had sent a spiderwork of cracks through the pane but the actual hole was only about six inches across. Still, with freezing temperatures that was enough to make life miserable up here in the tower. May was damned if she was going to use her own clothing to stuff the jagged hole. She thought a moment, looking at the still groggy boy. Then she untied his ankles and swiftly removed his pants before tying him up again.

When she finished stuffing his pants in the broken window, she turned to see the boy staring at her. Suddenly May realized she was still naked. No wonder she was shivering. She started for her robe, then ... she didn't know exactly what she felt.

Partly exhibitionism, she guessed, for May knew she still had a good body even if she was pushing forty. But it was also part pity because the boy had expected-had practically been promised so much ... after all, he had seen her naked. The damage was done. What harm was there in walking around naked the way she usually spent her days out there in the forest, as long as the boy was safely tied up?

Clad only in her pink bikini briefs, May stepped over the prostrate boy to the wall telephone. She picked up the receiver and listened. Nobody on the line. She pushed in the 'central' button on the left side of the box and cranked vigorously with her other hand.

Twenty-eight miles away and four thousand feet lower, big Ed picked up his own receiver. "I got one of them," May said. "When can you come for him?"

"You all right, May?" big Ed asked.

Catching a glimpse of her bare body in the full length mirror on the closet door, May said, "Sure I'm all right. When can you come and take this little delinquent off my hands?"

There was a confused gabble of voices on the other end. Finally the ranger was back on the line. "I was on the radio with the sheriff's department," he said. "You know that clearing about a mile below your place?"

"Yes."

"They'll be there with a helicopter as soon as it's light enough to land."

"You mean I've got to-" Suddenly May knew there was no way out of it. She couldn't expect the deputies to smash up a machine and themselves in the dark just to ... "All right," she sighed. "I'll sit here all night and keep my eye on him. But you better get here early in the morning or I'll give him a sandwich and point him toward the next county."

"Now, May!" the ranger protested, but this time it was May who hung up first.

She checked the boy's hands and feet. He was tied securely but nothing was swelling, so she guessed the bonds weren't too tight. She stood uncertain above him, wondering what to do next. Finally she decided to make a pot of coffee. Across the room the boy watched her silently. Still clad only in bikini briefs, she measured coffee and water and fiddled with the stove until finally it settled down. There was nothing else to keep her busy. She went back to sit on the edge of her bed.

When she had stripped the boy's pants off, May had been so busy she hadn't really noticed. Now she had time to inventory the boy. Beneath his ragged dungarees, the boy had worn nothing. She wondered what had possessed him to tear off through the freezing night clad only in dungarees and T-shirt. Even inside the lookout tower, it had been nearly frozen. With coffee beginning to boil, warmth was misting the windows until the place was downright cozy. She guessed she ought to put her robe back on but ... to hell with it. She got a mild little buzz out of the way the boy's eyes were memorizing every smooth curve of her solid womanhood. From the corner of her eye she was inventorying him too.

The boy was just beginning to grow his first crop of pubic hair. For his age he seemed singularly well endowed, with a full, well-furred scrotum surmounted by the nicest cock May had seen in nearly four years. But of course, it was the only cock she had seen in that time. She wondered if her memory was playing her false.

"Can't be more than twelve," she thought. "I'll bet he can't even get it up yet." The coffee threatened to boil over. She jumped from the bed and strode to lower the flame, feeling the jiggle of her firm tits as she bounced across the room. And when she returned to sit on the edge of the bed, May noticed one change in the boy. He still lay on his side facing her, hands tied behind him and joined to his ankles until he had to bend his knees for comfort. The boy's eyes had not stopped following her. The only difference was in his cock.

The boy's straight uncircumcised phallus was long and straight, with a broad-flanged, spear-headed tip. It had swollen until the purple tip of his cockhead peeped eagerly from the end of his tight-stretched foreskin. As he lay on his side his cock poked straight out from his belly, describing wavering circles that reminded May of the way he had pointed that rifle at her. '

"You could have killed me," she said conversationally. "And now, instead of me just killing you and letting the coyotes take care of your body, I've got to sit here all night and watch you. Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn't just push you off the edge of the tower?"

The boy said nothing, but his cock began to droop. May laughed. She really didn't want to but it reminded her of that miserable excuse for a husband she had had. All she had ever wanted from him was a good fuck once in a while. She would have been perfectly willing to earn enough money for the both of them. May would have done the housework, too, if he had ever insisted. But the miserable mama's boy hadn't ever had the guts to insist on anything. And May had done it knowing exactly what she was doing, unable to help herself. If only I could find a man strong enough to make me feel like a woman, she thought. Instead I end up deballing them and someday I'll turn into a man.

Just like she was doing with this little brat. Well ... not exactly a brat. "How old are you?" she asked.

The boy said nothing.

May stared at him for a silent moment, then stood and strode to turn off the stove. When she looked back, the boy's hard-on was reviving from the inspiration of her lithe body bouncing across the room. "You like it?" she asked.

Still the boy remained silent.

"Shit!" May growled in an unladylike voice. "If you were old enough to know what to do with your dick, maybe we could find a way to pass the time until those deputies get here. By the way, what happened to the other seven of you that broke out?"

There was a puzzled look in the boy's eyes.

"Do you speak English?" May asked.

After a moment the boy nodded.

"How old are you?" she repeated.

Still silence.

"Look." She passed her hands up and down her body, cupping her firm jugs in her hands and waggling them. She knelt until she was practically dragging her tits across his face. Still the boy said nothing, silently devouring her with his eyes.

His cock strained and throbbed, jerking in time to his racing heart. She wondered if he had ever ... of course he had, she told herself. Boys will be boys, only nowadays they would be men too, long before they had in her day. She remembered back on the ranch with her brothers.

There had been three of them, and May was the only girl. At sixteen she was lovely as an old man's memories of a full life, with firm hard tits pointing defiantly skyward, nipples showing through the starched cotton of her blouse. Other girls of her age wore bras-usually encouraging their fullness with padding of cotton or rubber. May had always had a thing about brassieres. Even pushing forty she didn't need one and refused to wear any. At sixteen this refusal to wear anything beneath her blouse had driven her brothers apeshit. In town at school it drove everybody else ape, including several elders of the Congregational Church. But May never lingered in town. Always she caught the school bus home. Often she was tempted but it was a small town and everybody knew everybody and May was not just a hot-blooded young girl with a full mind-blowing body. She also had a brain to go with it.

But home on the farm with a brother fourteen, a brother twelve, and a brother ten, there was a great deal of desire under the elms. And the funny part was it had all seemed to start with the youngest. At ten Gabriel was about as ugly a boy as can be imagined. He had a pug Irish bulldog face, ears like jug handles, a missing tooth, freckles on top of other freckles, and all the slings and arrows of outrageous juvenility. The funniest thing about it all was the way even girls a couple of years older all conspired at ways and means to get Gabe off into the bushes.

If Gabe had lived close enough to town for a missed school bus to be an inconvenience instead of a catastrophe-and if there had been any bushes convenient, chances were ten-year-old Gabe would have been fucked into dry bagged idiocy before he was twelve. As it was, he was still as virgin as a national forest.

"May," he asked one Saturday morning, "what's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"Uh-well, you know."

May was honestly puzzled. "No I don't," she said. "What're you talking about?"

Gabe looked around and made sure they were alone. "Promise you won't get mad if I say a dirty word?"

May was slightly amused. She tried not to show it. "Go ahead."

"Fucking."

There was a long moment's silence. "Well?" Gabe finally asked. "Well what?"

"Well what's it like?"

May didn't know whether to be outraged or amused. Mostly she was astounded. "Why ask me?" she asked.

"Haven't you ever?"

"No." May thought a moment. "Have you?"

"No."

There was another long silence. "Why," May finally asked, "did you ask me?"

"I thought you might know."

"What do you want to know?"

"Well...." Gabe hesitated. "People keep wanting me to do it, and I'm not sure I know how."

"Who wants you to do it?"

"Oh-girls."

"Girls?"

"Yeah."

May wondered how much truth was mixed into wishful thinking. She knew from Gabe's guarded manner that she would never be able to coax the name of any specific girl out of him, but maybe she could narrow down the field and discover a few things she hadn't known about the community in which she had been born and raised. "How do you think you go about it?" she probed.

"Well. You've seen dogs do it?"

May nodded.

"And the pigs, the cows and horses-they all do it the same way. It seems to me maybe boys and girls could do it the same way."

May made a noncommittal noise.

"You think that's the way they do it?" Gabe probed.

May shrugged.

There was another pregnant silence. "I ain't never seen a girl's," Gabe said. "Is it like a cow's?"

"I should certainly hope not!"

"What is it like?"

May was an intelligent girl. She had bathed Gabe until he was old enough to bathe himself. Yet suddenly it occurred to her that she hadn't really seen a real man's equipment either. She wondered how much her little brother's dick had grown in the last six years. She was searching for a way to guide him into asking a certain question when he beat her to it. "You don't know anything either, do you?" Gabe asked.

May didn't trust herself to speak. She shook her head.

Gabe blurted it out hurriedly before he could change his mind. "I'll show you mine if you let me see yours."

May got to her feet and began walking toward the stand of willows behind the barn. Gabe watched her back, sweating an agony of indecision as he tried to decide whether she was so mad she wouldn't ever speak to him or. ... Just as she disappeared in the willows, May turned and looked at him. Gabe made sure nobody else was looking. Just then his two older brothers came out of the barn looking rather furtive themselves. Suddenly Gabe knew what they had been up to. He shrunk back out of sight no more eager to see them than they seemed to want to be seen.

There was some rough and manly talk about going into town and flushing some quail, but Gabe knew even better than the two older boys he was overhearing that this was just talk. He sweat and silently cursed and prayed. Finally the older brothers disappeared. Gabe skirted the barn, slunk between the corn crib and the manure pile. Taking advantage of the tall weeds, he made his nearly invisible way out to the willows. It had taken him so long he was afraid May might have changed her mind.

But when he got there she was sitting on the bank of the pond. "Want to go swimming?" she asked.

"Sure," Gabe said.

"I'll undress you," May said.

"Yeah?" Gabe hedged. "And then what?"

May looked long and levelly at her ten-year-old brother. The silence between them grew tense. She took off her saddle oxfords and her white cotton anklets. Still clad in white cotton blouse and a brown skirt, she sat back on the bank, rested her weight on her elbows and threw her firm young tits skyward.

"What do you think's fair?" she asked. "After I've undressed you, what would you like to do?"

Gabe stared at her. He licked his lips and swallowed hard a couple of times, not really believing what he had heard. "Uh-could I undress you?"

May struggled not to smile. "And then what?" she asked.

CHAPTER TWO

What had happened that day down in the willows when May was sixteen and her brother ten had no bearing on what was happening right then in the lookout tower when May was thirty-nine and a half, with tits to match, and kneeling in front of a tied-up boy of twelve, watching as his straining throbbing cock tried to match inches with years.

Of course his cock wasn't really that long. It was only about six inches, but they were such straight, hard, wonderfully thick-headed and firm inches that May knew it would be a shame to let such a pristine hard-on go to waste. She knelt farther forward until her firm jugs actually brushed across the boy's face. Then she straightened and considered him, thinking aloud.

"You still won't talk. But we both know you can if you want to. And once you get out of here, providing I let you get out alive, you're going to talk your fool head off, but do you know what's going to happen?"

The bound twelve-year-old before her obviously didn't.

"Your story's going to sound exactly like the kind of wishful thinking and dreaming every normal boy invents. People are going to look at you and they're going to look at me. Then they're going to laugh and shake their heads and say, 'Damn, what an imagination that little bastard's got!' And then you're going to learn that it helps to have a reputation for telling the truth. Of course, if you'd had that kind of a reputation you wouldn't have ended up in that place, would you?"

The boy's eyes never left her tits. May abruptly stood. Still facing him, she did the one thing she knew would pull his eyes from her firm forties. She put her thumbs under the fist-wide band of her pink bikini panties and began slowly pushing the smooth fabric down past the bulge of her hips, slow as an hour hand to expose first one crisp reddish hair, then a tiny tuft of her pubic patch.

Posing before the silent boy with her panties at half mast, she asked, "What'll you give me to go the rest of the way?"

There was the usual silence and then the boy's lips moved. After a couple of tries he finally managed to say, "I ain't got nothing to give."

"Now that's better," May said. "And of course you've got something to give. Two or three things, as a matter-of-fact."

"What?"

"Well...." She paused. "There're two things you really want now, aren't there? You want me to pull these off the rest of the way." She stopped to give her pelvis a grind in the best burlesque tradition. She caught her thumbs under the panties and slid them down to expose another fascinating fraction of an inch of her mons veneris.

The boy's eyes remained riveted on her well-furred bony prominence.

"And most of all," May continued, "you want me to untie you."

From the sullen silence that greeted her pronouncement, May knew she had picked a born loser. It saddened her, but ... after all, she wasn't a bleeding-heart social worker. She knew what kind of boys ended up in that place on the other side of the mountain.

"So...." she said and sighed. "You won't make one offer, not one promise if I untie you. So we both know we can't do that. Now ... the question is, what am I going to do to pass the time until sunup with a naked boy in my house?"

She stood before him gently swaying her hips. The boy licked his lips and stared at her crotch. She put her thumbs under the panties and slid them down another quarter of an inch until her furry pubic patch was half exposed. The boy was breathing hard, panting almost as fast as his racing heart was beating. His swollen, ready-to-explode cock peeped purple from the tight-stretched expanse of foreskin.

May knelt again before him. She put out a hand and captured his wildly waving cock. The boy moaned. She felt its hot throbbing length imprisoned in the soft warmth of her hand and knew in another second she would have the solution in hand. She was momentarily reminded of her former husband's blurting, spurting incompetence. And this boy had such a lovely hard-on. It would really be a shame to lose it into the air.

She squeezed. Hard. The boy flinched and groaned. Still holding his cock, she felt it start to shrink. Within seconds she held a withered twelve-year-old's penile peanut. The boy looked at her with agonizing eyes.

"Don't take it so hard," she said. "You can always get another one at your age."

She caressed his withered wand and ran a gentle tickling finger between his legs until she found the tender sensitive strip between asshole and balls. The boy groaned and squirmed as she ran her gentle tickling finger along his taint, then stopped to cup his well-furred scrotum. "Ooooooohhhhh!" he moaned.

"Ooooohhh, yes," May murmured. She ran a gentle stroking hand up the underside of his reviving rod. "Now what would you give for me to do that again?"

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" the boy moaned. "Please!"

May gave his cock a comforting squeeze. She considered the way he was tied. Then just to play it safe, she made sure the boy hadn't loosened any knots. He still lay on his right side, wrists bound behind him and linked to his bound ankles. As long as he kept his knees bent, the boy was fairly comfortable. She finished her inspection and returned to sit on her bed. Slowly, she finished her coffee. The boy stared.

When she was ready, May stood up again. She decided to stop with the strip-tease bit. This time she got her thumbs under the fist-wide band of pink fabric and removed her bikini panties. She stood totally nude before the boy who still couldn't stop staring at the fur-forested mound of her mons veneris.

"Let's see if you can roll over onto your back," she suggested.

The boy tried and didn't do too well.

"Keep your knees bent," she said, and began maneuvering him until the bound boy rested comfortably face up, knees bent in classic missionary position. She studied his T-shirt clad form a moment. With his bound wrists under the small of his back, he was going to start hurting soon. She found pillows and placed them strategically under his shoulders and his slim hard ass. "That better?" The boy nodded.

"All right," May said. "If you'd spent less time stealing hubcaps and more time in school, you'd know we're about to enter into a quid pro quo relationship. In plainer terms it means you do something for me and I do something for you." She reached between the boy's gaping thighs and captured the firm fullness of his eager erection. She gave it a gentle loving squeeze. "Would you like me to do that again?" she asked.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" the boy said.

"I shall assume that means yes," May said. "Now I'm going to see if you have enough imagination to figure out what the pro quo is that I expect from you in return for this quid." And she gave his throbbing young cock another gentle reminding squeeze.

May stood again. Suddenly she remembered there were still seven other runaways unaccounted for somewhere out in the woods. She strode magnificently naked around the tower, but it was still dark and the windows were misted from making coffee. She wished somebody had thought to make the kind of ladder you could pull up, but the tower's ladder was permanent. She opened the door and shivered at the chill outside air. A flashlight showed no evidence of intruders at the base of the tower. Satisfied, she closed the door and shot the bolt.

The boy's burning eyes had been following her naked progress around the small octagonal room.

Facing him, May considered what she was about to do. It was hard to guess what a boy of his age really knew. Some, she supposed, were as blissfully ignorant of the mechanics of sex as she had been at that age. Others possibly knew more about it even than she did now at thirty-nine years and six months of interesting and adventurous life in a full-blown, hard-muscled female body engineered for fucking.

The problem was one of efficient management. May knew she possessed an inexhaustible fount of orgasm in this twelve-year-old. The problem was how to manage it so that he wouldn't explode in ignominious ejaculation each time she tried to get that marvelous muffin-stabber inside her hungry cunt.

Considering it coldly, she knew she couldn't. Sure as hell the boy would cum before she could even get a comforting glow going inside the smooth hardness of her athletic belly. She was going to have to go at it differently. But would he?

She posed before the boy, standing on tiptoe to emphasize the prick-stiffening curve of her long straight legs. She had no need to stretch or twist to conceal anything. Her firm hard belly had no stretch marks for May had never had a child. Her navel was deep and well shaped, surrounded with just the right amount of soft femininity to drive young men mad and make old men think they were young again.

She passed her hands caressingly up past the well-furred mound at her crotch, calling attention to her thighs, her belly, her small trim waist, drawing the boy's helpless gaze upward as she cupped her firm forties. Thinking of what was going to happen, May felt her tiny, still virginal nipples begin swelling to rock hardness, their tiny erections rivaling the boy's throbbing rod. She held her firmly upward pointing, ski-jump shaped tits, pointing them like headlights at the eager boy.

Slowly, she swayed across the room toward him, oozing sex with every gesture. Finally she stood astraddle of the boy's upward-facing head, looking downward toward the inviting barely -haired triangle of his own crotch with its throbbing flagpole pointing up at her. It would be so nice, May knew, to settle her own cunt gently down over that waving wand, to feel its firm masculinity penetrate her own pulsating vagina. But she knew she wouldn't get that thumping spearhead halfway past the lips of her vulva before the boy exploded in uncontrollable blurting, hurting, spurting cum.

But there were other ways. Still astraddle his head, May began very slowly to lower herself. Halfway down she paused to align her gaping snatch with the staring boy's mouth. "And now," she explained, "is where we learn if you cart come up with a little quid."

She continued lowering herself, squatting astraddle the boy's face until she could feel his breath warming the inside of her wide gaping cunt. She wondered if the boy would know what to do. Maybe he was still too green for advanced exercises in lovemaking. Maybe he would close his eyes in horror and lose his marvelous muffin-stabbing hard-on. She breathed a silent prayer to Venus and continued lowering herself. She wondered if the twelve-year-old had any conception of the ballet-like muscle tone that it required for this slow-as-an-hour-hand squat that she was performing atop his face.

Finally she felt the tip of his nose against the top end of her gaping slit. Now we separate the men from the boys, she thought, as her cunt throbbed with anticipation. The boy had still not said a word. She looked at his cock. Still rock hard and throbbing. May was reassured. Gently, she settled a silly millimeter farther down until her cunt sealed firmly.

The boy was not hopeless, she guessed. He had opened his mouth to mate his lips with the gaping edges of her own vulva. She felt the warm wetness of his mouth against her. She settled comfortably on her heels, waiting to see what the boy would do next.

The boy's warm wet mouth quivering against her cunt felt so good that May thought for an instant that she was going to cum right then and there. She braced herself, trying not to because she was afraid the boy might be turned off by a sudden flow of love's elixir.

The spasm passed and she once more squatted comfortably astraddle his warm mouth, facing his cock. She reached out to capture it. The boy was so near explosion she knew it could happen any second. She squeezed hard. The boy bucked and his nose dug deep into her. She was afraid he would be annoyed, but apparently the boy understood what she was doing. There was a tense moment as he fought not to cum then his cock relaxed slightly from its rock hardness and May knew the spasm had passed. She put her hand between his gaping legs and found the tender strip of sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. The boy moaned inarticulately and clasped his legs tight over her hand.

May waited. Finally the boy remembered the quid pro quo of their connection. Hesitantly his tongue began probing the warm wide wetness of her open cunt. It felt so goooooood!

So good that May couldn't control herself. She felt her belly tense and twist, gathering forces. There was that warm roiling wave of wetness surging through her as it had years ago when she had been in the habit of fucking regularly. Why, she wondered, had she abstained for so long? Life was so short, good fucking so rare that May resolved never to waste another minute of it. She was warming, swelling, squirming as great rolling waves of passion pulsed through her round firm belly, causing her cunt to flutter and contract uncontrollably.

Suddenly the boy's tongue found the opening to her cunt. It shot deep into her, so deep she wondered momentarily if he had a cock in her instead of a tongue. But no cock could be so warmly supple as it twisted and turned inside her, stretching the walls of her vagina to taste joy's juices from unexpected angles. May felt her love-starved body gathering forces for another assault. She tried to stop it but before she knew it May was no longer in control of her body. Her belly was throbbing and thrilling again, responding to the boy's agile tongue inside her vagina. She struggled not to fall over.

She didn't make it. May felt her head spin with the pure lustful joy of cumming. She fell sideways with the boy's head still between her legs. It felt so wondrously, joyously good that she didn't really care.

A moment later she revived. The boy still lay awkwardly between her legs. His mouth was now glued to the tender inner surface of her thigh. She captured his waist and twisted until he lay once more on his side, this time pillowing his head on the inner side of one of her thighs. As he burrowed into her crotch again, May lowered her other thigh onto his ear. She lay facing the stiff maleness that pointed lazily at her, describing wavy circles that reminded her of the way he had pointed the rifle.

Then his tongue shot bullet-like into her cunt again and May promptly forgot everything but the warm throbbing goodness of it. This time he discovered her clitoris. Licking lazy lascivious circles around it, he paused for breath, no longer locking his lips in an air-tight seal. The cool mountain air struck the inside of her cunt and the contrast made her shiver with delight. His tongue touched her clit, barely tickling it. May sighed in happy relaxation, slowly recovering from the violence of two orgasms in a row. Finally she felt ready again.

She put out a hand toward the cock that still waved only inches from her face. The boy was hot to trot, but after a moment's study she guessed he was not in imminent danger of explosion. She touched the tip of his cock, barely making her presence known as a caressing fingertip touched the stretched foreskin that gaped to expose the angry purple tip of his fuck tool. After she had run her finger around his foreskin, she ran that finger very softly up the underside of his hammer. The boy's cock leaped with renewed vigor, throbbing and thumping until, for an instant, she was afraid she had gone too far.

But more importantly, his face dived into her crotch, licking, sucking, running his tongue in loving circles around and over her clit until she felt herself dissolving once more, floating away in a sea of sensuous delight. He stopped for a moment, then began experimenting, making sensual detours with every stroke, driving his tongue deep into her seething vagina, then coming out once more to rasp cat-like across her clit. May felt her whole body wanting to melt, to dissolve and float away in a flood of purple passion. It felt so good she wanted to shriek and yodel her delight to the mountain's wild inhabitants. The boy's tongue was driving her insane as he poked and probed, coming into her from unexpected angles, now scouring the tender inner edges of her lips, now deep into her vagina until she thought he was touching her cervix, now out again to lick lovely warm circles around her clit before retreating for a moment, causing her to wait in an agony of suspense waiting for his decision to drive deep inside her again or to run his supple tongue once more out to touch the throbbing surface of her clit, swollen with the juices of love long unfulfilled.

It felt so warm and wondrously good that May could not remember ever having enjoyed the rites of love as she had with this young captive. There had been other times. Some good, some not so good. But now was now-right now. She had a warm breathing boy between her legs, licking her clit, kissing her cuntal lips, cuddling her ass until she wanted to shriek and wail the ecstasy this full-blown boy's blow-job was giving her. And then abruptly it stopped.

May was heartbroken. She had been on the verge of cumming again, of flooding warm pools of passion from her love-hungry body. She looked at the boy's cock and was reassured. He had not fired his load into the air. Suddenly she knew what was wrong. This twelve-year-old was a quick learner. He had energetically delivered his quid. Now he was waiting for May's pro quo.

She thought a moment, considering the various things she could do to bring pleasure to her bound captive. She could, she knew, turn him back face up and settle slowly down until her avid ass was impaled on his skewer. But the boy was only twelve. How long would he last, attempting a full-fledged fuck?

She could also do what he was doing to her, but May knew the boy's hot young cock would explode even quicker if he felt the warmth of her lips sliding down over the end of his wanting wand. Once her teeth gently captured his foreskin and forced it down to reveal the naked splendor of his tasty cockhead, she knew she would have a mouthful of love's juice. Sadly, she decided on another alternative.

Moving her face forward, she began blowing, puffing her warm breath on the just-beginning brush of hair around his scrotum. The boy's balls squirmed and shifted position. He moaned and waited for more. She put a finger to his perineum. As the boy felt her tiny tickle of the tender strip of skin between balls and asshole, his thighs closed convulsively over her ears.

May felt his tongue return to its labor of love between her own long lovely legs. It felt so good she wanted just to stop and savor the full joy, but she knew if she did he would stop again. He was holding her tight, his thighs clasped over her ears. She put a hand behind him, working it around the piece of her chenille sash that held his bound wrists and ankles together. Probing blindly, she found the tight-clasped crack of his ass. She worked her way downward and found his just-beginning-to-sprout scrotal hair.

Carefully, with loving tenderness, May began counting the hairs on his balls. The boy went wild, clasping and unclasping his legs uncontrollably over her ears. She felt the wild uncontrollable urge surging within him as he struggled to cum, but May was determined not to let him-not yet. She continued tickling his balls, stopping barely in time to prevent ignominious explosion. Resolutely, she blew her warm breath into his crotch, working around but never quite touching the throbbing knob of his cock. The boy strained and pushed, but May refused to give him release. Finally she stopped completely. There was a moment's respite and the boy realized the quo was over. It was time for a little quid.

He began nibbling on the lips of her vulva, stopping occasionally to work a strand of hair out of his teeth. May relaxed and opened her thighs slightly so the boy could move his head. He dived in deeper, nuzzling and chewing on the throbbing lips of her cunt until she thought she would faint from the sheer lascivious joy of it. Inside her belly she could feel those powerful muscles gathering force for another bout. She sighed and tried to savor it all, remember it for the lonely nights to come when she would have nothing but the memory of a dream about a thin, dark-skinned boy.

But to hell with daydreams. May didn't want her mind to wander. She wanted to feel, to remember every bite and nibble as the boy's mouth sampled her swollen vulva, stopping occasionally to lick her throbbing clit. He nibbled, skirting perilously close to the edge between pleasure-pain as May struggled not to drown in the waves of engulfing passion that washed over her. His tongue escaped her cunt momentarily and rasped wetly over the smooth soft skin between cunt and asshole.

She felt her touchhole tighten spasmodically as a wave of shimmering fire shot through her. She caught herself wondering what it would be like to have his arms around her, hugging her ass, pulling himself in deeper, faster, harder ... but she remembered how she had first seen this little monster-pointing her own rifle menacingly at her. No way, she decided, was she going to cut him loose.

Besides, he was doing very nicely the way he was with his hands and feet hobbled together. His educated tongue was poking and stretching the lips of her cunt between nibbles. After his first awkward chewing, the boy had perfected a technique of nibbling on her cunt lips, darting swiftly in to nibble her clit, back out to the edge of her box, and rapidly back onto her clit again that had May dangling precarious over a chasm of orgasm. She was sobbing for breath, struggling desperately to hold herself together long enough to rest up and let' it happen again. She tried to relax but that torturing tongue drove all hope of relaxation from her panting, straining body.

Her belly quivered, then great rolling waves of passion swept through her once more. She felt her insides melting, flowing, as great coruscations of cum gathered within her.

The boy stopped nibbling suddenly, waiting for a little quo in return for his quid. May didn't stop. Her belly writhed and twisted. Uncontrollably, her thighs opened and closed, clasping the boy's ears within their creamy softness. She could feel her clit fluttering as her whole body did its desperate best to turn inside out while she surrendered herself to the throes of the hottest, hardest, biggest orgasm she had felt in years. Great roiling waves of passion pulsated through her, sending radiant heat through her from head to quivering toe, swelling her nipples and making even her navel quiver from the pure sensuous joy of cumming.

Her womb was doing flip-flops, pulling and straining first with, then against the rhythmic contractions that were forcing her cunt to squeeze and milk away at a cock that wasn't even inside her yet. She felt a great gush of warm wetness and then she felt herself sinking into a deep warm pink pit of bottomless, endless passion.

When she woke the boy still lay with his head between her legs. She felt the moisture of her own cum running from her streaming cunt. She reached across to the stove and found a dish towel. First she wiped the boy's face, then her own cunt. With a happy sigh, she positioned herself again in the same way, laying on her side facing the boy's eager cock, cushioning his head on her thigh, warming his ear with her other thigh. And ... nothing happened.

Finally May realized the boy was waiting for her to pleasure him a while. She was tempted to do it. Should she take that long slim symbol of his masculinity in her hands, in her mouth, or in her cunt? She gave the tower's steam-fogged windows a glance but the darkness outside was still absolute. It would be hours still before that damned helicopter full of deputies showed up to relieve her of her charge. Meanwhile she might as well relieve herself.

She felt sorry for the boy-but not too sorry. He had pointed a loaded gun at her. He might have killed her. She supposed it would be fun to make him cum so many times he screamed and wailed for her to stop it. But, thinking it over, May decided it would be more fun if she made him do that to her. If he could leave her so satiated, make her cum so many times that she would finally feel like she never wanted to cum again-then, May decided, would be time enough to relieve his aching, hurting need. Meanwhile, she had to goad him into performing. She spread his legs and once more began blowing her warm moist breath on his balls.

The trouble with this position, she knew, was that tied up with his hands behind him, the boy could only do so many things. Boys this age, if she remembered her brothers, could cum half a dozen times if they wanted to. But this boy knew he was in trouble, knew the law would soon be there to collect him. May suspected if she ever let him cum the first time, once the terrible driving urge of a stiff prick at age twelve was removed, this boy might sink back into the morass of his own muddied future. Firmly, she resisted the temptation to squeeze those great gouting jets of joy from the boy's rigid ramrod.

She concentrated on blowing her warm moist breath on his balls, barely brushing her lips over the throbbing, sensitive underside of his cockhead. She knew the boy was angry, feeling he had given more than he had got. To hell with him. May decided to let him stay mad. But it became a point of honor with her to see if she could inflame him until he could no longer control himself. She was going to tickle, promise, tease, and titillate until the boy could grit his teeth in rage, but he would be unable to stop himself from diving into her crotch and doing all those nice things that so turned her on.

She put her arms round his ass and drew him to her. Already she could feel the boy's resolve melting. His body stiffened but it was not the stiffness of anger. He was struggling desperately to hold his charge until May could decide to receive it properly. May was comforted that the boy was trying. At least he wished to get it into her. He wasn't content just to go off in the air. She put a delicate finger between the cheeks of his tight-clenched ass and waited until he had to relax for a second. She worked it in farther. The boy clamped down on it again.

She began blowing on his rock hard cockhead. The boy's thighs opened and closed, clapping over her ears. She got her finger in farther until she was touching the pulsating rosette of his asshole. The boy stiffened. She began tickling, barely touching with a fingertip, and was gratified to feel his anus pucker as his thighs locked tight over her ears. She focused on his cockhead only an inch or two away and tried to guess how close to cumming he was.

The angry purple head of his cock peeped wetly from his tight-stretched foreskin. She blew on it and saw its size increase slightly. Taking a calculated risk, she put her hand through his legs from behind, stopping to caress his balls on the way, and finally stopped with her fingers around the shank of his cock. The boy was so near explosion she knew she didn't dare touch the head of his cock. Even breathing on it was dangerous. But she had to do something to drive him over the edge, to make him do all those wonderful things his tongue was capable of doing inside her throbbing cunt.

He stiffened once more as her finger captured the shank of his cock, but after a moment he relaxed slightly. She had gripped his prick at the base where it nestled in the promising beginnings of a pubic patch. Ringing her fingers around it, she began a slow, steady pull downward.

The boy's prepuce was already stretched to its limit trying to surround the explosive swelling of his cockhead. Under the steady pull of her hand, it began slowly yielding. Soon it was halfway down the angry purple head of his cock. She blew her warm breath on the newly exposed area and the boy stiffened, hardening his whole body with the effort not to react. She relaxed for a moment but the stretched foreskin did not slide back up.

She began pulling downward once more and abruptly the boy's stretched foreskin snapped down past the wondrous flare of his well-developed glans penis. May surveyed the purple majesty of his naked cockhead wistfully. It would be nice to taste it, but she didn't want him to cum until he had made her cum another fifteen or twenty times. She brought her mouth close to the hot purple wetness and blew her breath on his odorous cockhead.

She was rewarded by a convulsive bucking as the boy drove his face into her crotch, licking her clit and sucking her cunt frantically as his dam of resolve broke. May gave a happy sigh.

CHAPTER THREE

Things hadn't looked so good that day back on the farm down at the pool behind the willows when she had been sixteen and her brother Gabe only ten and not one fuck's experience between them. Sitting beside the pool, she bad waited for her little brother to take up her offer.

"If I let you undress me first, will you promise to let me undress you then?" he insisted.

May was feeling a strange excitement come over her. She didn't know why. She had bathed her little brother until he was five. But when he had been five, she had been eleven. In the intervening five years she had grown the loveliest pair of tits in the county, and a pair of long, well-formed legs to match. And unbeknownst to herself, she had been growing a set of glands inside her, a full-blown set of urges and desires she didn't really understand. Otherwise, why would she now hesitate at the prospect of playing some childish sex game with her own little brother-why was she so filled with this strange rising, choking feeling that she could hardly speak. She managed to nod.

"Awwww," Gabe protested, "I don't believe you."

May glanced at her feet. She had taken off her shoes and ankle-length socks. Mentally she inventoried herself. She had on a skirt, a blouse, and a pair of rayon panties. For the first time in her life, she wished she was wearing a bra. She also wished she hadn't taken off her shoes. She looked at Gabe and tried to guess what he would have on underneath.

The ten-year-old was wearing Levi's and tennis shoes. He had on a T-shirt and socks, she supposed. And probably he wore a pair of Jockey shorts under his Levi's. That made five to her three. She struggled to control the rising excitement within her. Finally she could speak. "I've already taken off my shoes and socks," she said.

"Big deal," Gabe said. But after a moment he began taking off his own. He struggled with knotted shoelaces until May thought she would scream, but finally the boy had his shoes and socks off. They sat side by side looking at the pond, somehow not daring to look at each other. Gabe gathered his courage. "Now what?" he asked.

May struggled and managed to speak. "Do you want to undress or should I undress you?"

"Your turn," Gabe said.

"All right," May replied. "Do you want to do it or should I?"

Gabe was torn between desire and knowledge of his own clumsiness. "You," he finally said.

May faced a new problem. If she removed her blouse, she gave away half the game in return for nothing. She considered the possible permutations with the articles of clothing they both probably wore. There was only one way for her to start. She undid the button and began working at the zipper of her skirt.

Gabe's eyes bugged and May knew her ploy had been successful. By taking off her skirt, she appeared to be doing far more than by taking off her blouse when actually she was doing much less. If ten-year-old Gabriel chickened out at this stage of the game, she would have exposed far less of her lovely young body than she did every week when she swam in the school pool. She stood and let the skirt fall. Gabe's eyes bugged wider as she stepped out of it to pose before him in blouse and rayon panties.

"Now you," she said.

Immediately, Gabe began peeling off his T-shirt. "That's not fair," May told him. "I took off my skirt first."

Gabe regarded this ploy with some suspicion, but was eventually forced to agree that her claim was legitimate. He began peeling off his Levi's. Moments later they faced one another still more covered than whenever they went swimming, but both suffused with a delightful sense of wickedness.

May considered the next move. Should she remove her blouse, Gabe would be rewarded with a premiere showing of her fine firm young tits. In return for which she would get nothing. Hoping she was doing the right thing, May began sliding her pink rayon panties down. She had them resting on the bulge of her hips, nearly exposing the lovely new brush of pubic fur she had recently grown when she stopped. "Well?" she asked.

Gabe stared.

May worried. There was still time to chicken out. And the repercussions could be endless. Maybe she ought to laugh and point out that they saw more of each other every time they went swimming. But just then Gabe began sliding his Jockey shorts down his own slim hips. Like her, he stopped just short of exposing his own still hairless root.

The sudden rush of excitement nearly choked her. For an instant May thought she was going to faint. And it was funny. She had never fucked-never even kissed a boy, but she was already thoroughly familiar with the feel of desire-that warming, building, churning within her that could leave her awake and sleepless, longing for a conclusion to the confused dreams of handsome young men touching her, kissing her, doing the most unexpected things in the most unexpected places. The saddest part about wakening was the knowledge that people didn't ever really do the things she remembered from her turgid and confused dreams.

Oh, sure, May knew people fucked. She had seen the dogs and the farm animals and she had seen crude drawings on the toilet walls. But all those other things. She knew perfectly well nobody in his right mind would ever put his mouth in places like that. Still....

Facing ten-year-old Gabe, both of them with their underpants at half mast, there seemed to be an impasse. This, she realized, could go on forever. Meanwhile, if she didn't do something soon, May knew this strange unexpected excitement was going to choke her to death. She wondered if Gabe was feeling it too.

She reminded herself that the boy had started this whole business with his questions. But May was older and more responsible. She knew she had guided the affair this way and that Gabe would have been content to leave it all in the realm of conjecture and wishful thinking if she hadn't volunteered to-What exactly, May wondered, had she volunteered to do? To show him her body, she guessed, in return for a look at his. Afterward....

She tried not to think about afterward. It was confusing. And with her own brother who was probably too young anyhow. They still faced each other, nether garments at half mast. May guessed she would have to take the initiative. She reached out for Gabe's hips. "You do me," she said. "Both together."

Eyes much wider than usual, Gabe got his hands on her hips and gripped the edges of her half-lowered rayon panties. "One," May said.

They tightened their grips on each other.

"Two."

The choking sensation was rising in May until she was afraid she wouldn't be able to speak. She drew a deep breath and tried not to think of the consequences of what she was about to do. She gulped, gasped, and finally managed to emit a strangled "Three!"

Gabe jerked her panties down with a violence that promised future problems with the elastic. But she supposed he was still afraid of some kind of trick. She slid his Jockey shorts down until his hairless hammer was unveiled. At her first glimpse of it, May felt that excitement rising within her until she thought she was going to faint again.

Why? she wondered. It was just a ten-year-old boy's cock. He wasn't a man yet. He didn't even have hair around it like she did around hers. She wondered if he was old enough to do whatever it was boys did with girls.

They stepped back to look at one another and dimly she sensed that her own furry triangle was making a greater impression on Gabe than he was upon her. They stood amid the dropped tangle of lost modesty until finally May stepped out of hers. Gabe, apparently, had been expecting her to pull her panties back up momentarily. Now he was reassured. He stepped out of his shorts, too.

They faced one another, a ten-year-old boy in a T-shirt and a sixteen-year-old girl in a blouse. After a moment the boy-began pulling his T-shirt over his head. May reached behind and began unbuttoning her blouse. A moment later they stood naked, studying one another.

May couldn't speak. She had thought that strange choking excitement would abate once the deed was done; but here they stood naked as two people could be and still she was filled with this excitement. It wasn't exactly sexual. She had never experienced it before. Then suddenly she remembered she had-back when she had been five, when her mother had still been alive. Mother had warned her not to steal-cookies. May had.

And after getting her tiny five-year-old ass paddled for it, May had done it again. She hadn't really wanted the cookies but she could. still remember the delicious rising excitement at the knowledge that she was taking a tremendous risk, doing something forbidden. She almost laughed as she identified the feeling now. So this was how a sixteen-year-old virgin stole cookies!

They stood still facing each other in awkward silence, staring at each other's crotches, save that now Gabe's ten-year-old eyes were busy, torn between the desire to memorize her pubic triangle and the need to learn every fascinating fact about those twin volcanoes that rose from her chest, pointing tiny pink nipples straight at him like twin searchlights. He studied their full-rounded undersides, committed to memory the ski-jump curvature of their upper slopes.

Meanwhile, May studied his tiny, ten-year-old boyfuck tool. It was hairless, which made the investigation easier. Behind she could see the snug tightness of his scrotum. Suddenly she noticed that the bag of his balls already possessed one thick grown hair. Soon she knew he would be as hairy as she. Could he ... ?

"Does it ever get big and hard?" she asked.

Gabe looked down self-consciously. "Yeah," he said. " 'Specially in the morning when I get up and have to pee real bad."

May sat on the bank of the pond. Gabe sat facing her. May opened her thighs so he could look at her cunt. Gabe did likewise. After a moment they edged closer together until Gabe's legs were intertwined with hers. Still staring at each other's crotches, they inched closer. May put out a hand and tentatively touched Gabe's tiny hairless cock. It couldn't be more than a couple of inches long and was shrunk from the chill air until its foreskin extended like a wrinkled length of hose. Gabe didn't bat her hand away so she slid her palm beneath his balls, lifting his collection upward until she could see clearly how it all went together.

Gabe put a hand to her hairy triangle. He fingered her curiously and May once more felt that rising excitement within her. She let the boy explore to his heart's content. As long as he let her handle him, it was the least she could do.

"Awww," Gabe growled.

"What's wrong?"

"You ain't got no hole!"

May felt that choking excitement ease. She almost laughed. "Yes I do," she said. She realized what was wrong. Like her, his only concept of fucking came from those crude stick figures on toilet walls where boy and girl walked into each other like a pair of opposing football players and the exaggerated phallus on one figure stabbed straight into the pubic patch of the other.

"It's down here," May said, and guided his hand to the slit between her legs.

Gabe explored her cuntlips. Hidden beneath her abundant hair, he had been close to never finding them as he poked and probed futilely at her mons veneris. Now he patted and palped their outline until he was mentally satisfied that despite May's protest, they were just like a cow's, except that May's was considerably smaller and satisfyingly tighter.

He tried to get a finger between them and to his surprise he was suddenly in the damp. Gabe, at age ten, had heard of cherries and maidenheads, but he wasn't sure if they were the same. If they were or weren't, he was still unsure what either of them really was. But now his finger was between the lips of her cunt.

May felt that rising, choking excitement again and couldn't understand why. His finger was between the lips of her cunt but he was exploring gently, partly because he didn't want to hurt her and partly because he knew he'd better not-not while she held his hairless hammer in her own hot hand. May knew that her hand explored deeper each time she took a bath. Yet there had never been this same delicious thrill before. She fell back farther without really realizing what she was doing. Gabe's finger passed downward from the front end of her slit where he had first entered.

As his exploring finger ran over her clit, Gail felt a sudden spasm like she had never felt before. Her insides abruptly flip-flopped and she could feel her cunt move in rippling waves. Abruptly there was a feeling of wetness inside her, of flowing release as if she had to pee and finally, after a long wait, was being afforded this blessed relief. Gabe's finger was suddenly sliding easier inside her. . I've cum, May realized. I never knew what it was like before but it's supposed to be wonderful and that was wonderful and it happened when a boy put his finger into me so that's what it has to be. So that's what it's like to cum ... I wonder if I can do it again.

Gabe's probing finger was encouraged by the damp. Now he was sliding back and forth over her slick swollen clit as he sought the deeper hole he was sure had to be there somewhere. May was breathing harder but she left her legs wide apart to facilitate his search.

May wondered if it was possible to coax a rise from this ten-year-old hairless cock. Then she wondered what she would do with it if she could get one. His slick finger was sliding up and down in her cunt. Then suddenly it wasn't. She felt his fingertip hesitate at the bottom of that curtain of skin which other girls had told her would someday be torn and bloodied by a relentless invader.

But his slim agile finger was sliding in right behind it. May felt excitement rise in her throat as his finger rose up the fluttery virginal tract of her vagina. It felt funny, unlike she had expected it to feel. But it felt so goooooodddd!

It felt so good May was overcome with a confused desire to open her arms and capture her brother's slim body, pull him to her and get him into her deeper, harder, faster. But it was only his finger. She guessed it was some kind of instinct that some knowledge older than she was telling her this was what it was like to have a man inside her. She forced herself to sit still, to suffer the probing attentions of Gabe's exploring finger. But the back of her mind was filled with still another question: Was he old enough? Could he?

More importantly, would he?

May guessed her precocious brother would be willing enough. The only question was, could he? She still held his hairless cock in her hands. It was shriveled to a scant two inches. Tiny as it was now, she suspected it would slip into her without even tearing her virginity loose. But limp as it lay in her hand, she knew it would never force its way into her the way his agile finger was wriggling and twisting, stretching her virginal vagina this way and that, filling her with the most unexpected sensations.

"Gabe," she murmured, "I don't think you're doing it right."

"I know I'm not," the ten-year-old said. "I'm just seeing what it's like in there."

May managed to be amused even over the flood of concupiscence that was drowning her. "Did you think I had teeth in there?"

"Weeeeeellllll...."

"Gabe!"

"Well, some of the guys call it a girl's snapper," the boy protested. "I thought I'd make sure."

"And are you sure now?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He drove his finger another inch up her and his knuckles massaged her clit and cuntlips until May thought she was going to swoon from the sheer delight of it all.

"So what are you planning on doing next?" she asked.

"You wanta fuck?"

May held her breath as she pondered this question. Of course she did, but-"Can you?" she asked.

"Sure."

"How do you know?"

"Well ... do you really want to?"

"I guess so. But how're you going to get it in?"

"The same way I got this in." He removed his finger with an audible 'thuck' like a cork from champagne. May's insides quivered from the sudden absence. She wondered once more if she really ought to go through with it. It would make more sense to try it with an older boy who knew what he was doing-or even a man. But May knew perfectly well any boy would blab his fool head off, and as for men-surely no grown man would care to fool around and waste his time teaching a sixteen-year-old girl how to fuck....

"What do you want me to do?" May asked.

"Lay back."

"Like this?" she asked, and gracefully let her body settle backward into what years later she would know as 'missionary position.' Laying face up, knees bent, thighs wide apart and showing her still unbroken maidenhead to the afternoon sun, May stretched her superbly unwrinkled sixteen-year-old body beside the pond and waited to see what the boy would do.

For what seemed an endless eternity, he just knelt between her thighs. She craned her neck to see his crotch. His hairless two-inch tool hung flaccid before the lump that would someday be a well-furred scrotum. May suspected it was going to be no use. He could never get that limp little thing into her. But while she was despairing, he leaned forward until he was atop her. She waited to feel the warmth of his cock pressing at her, but though his slim loins were between her thighs, he was concentrating on something else.

Little ten-year-old Gabe was sampling the delightfully non-sagging firmness of a sixteen-year-old pair of exceptional tits. His face burrowed into the line of her cleavage. Then he turned sideways to play his first game of 'telephone,' plugging one tiny virginal nipple into one of his jug ears while he got his mouth onto the other one.

May had known ever since her tits started growing that they were eye magnets for any male of any age, but she had never until this instant realized what a tremendously lovely and unexpected fount of pleasure they could be for her. Great warm waves of passion surged through her and she felt her belly melting once more as it had a moment ago in another famous first. Little Gabe's tongue was running in loving circles around her nipple and his ear by its mere warm presence was tormenting her other nipple until they were swollen to rock hardness, with an exaggerated sensitivity that made her wonder if she would ever be able to endure the feel of a blouse rubbing against them again.

For a very pleasant while she completely forgot to wonder whether he would be able to get it up and into her. The boy lay atop her, licking and sucking her tits, nuzzling her and caressing her with professional competence. His warm, unexpectedly soft hands were touching her in unexpected spots, finding pleasure centers May had never realized she had until little by little her whole body was becoming one warm mass of pleasure. It was not the hard straining, hurting passion she had come to expect from her dreams and from the euphemistic novels and confession magazines of her era. This warm relaxed feel of pleasure, of just lying here taking whatever came and enjoying it-it was something unexpected and totally alien to her expectations.

The boy's hands ran up and down her flanks, ticking her until she wanted to giggle and whinny, but it felt so nice just to lie there and relax, let her legs fall open and let the boy do his will with her. He kissed her tits, worked his way up to the hollow of her throat, and a moment later this precocious ten-year-old was blowing in her ear. Just as she thought she would go insane from the wondrous warm tickle, he drove his tongue into her ear and she did go insane.

She felt her back arching. The boy clung to her waist to keep from rolling off as her belly rose skyward, taking him with it. May hadn't the slightest idea what was happening to her. She didn't want to throw the boy off. All she wanted was to lie there quietly and let him keep on discovering all kinds of new and wonderful little things to do to her, but there she was, suddenly bucking and humping uncontrollably. She tried to stop it, to lie still, but great roiling waves of rut were surging through her, making her body rebel against any kind of thought. She felt herself gathering forces for some great cataclysm, her insides knotting and twisting. It felt as if she had something inside her and for an insane moment she wondered if the boy had somehow managed to get it up, to slip it into her without her knowing it.

But that was crazy. He didn't have it in her. Probably didn't even have it up. But his tongue on her tits, in her ear, his wonderfully competent hands running up and down her body-it was all too much for a lovely sixteen-year-old who had never before felt another naked body atop her own.

It felt so wondrously finger-licking good that May wondered if fucking could possible be any better. Then as the storm within her belly subsided, she realized all that was just prelude. So far she hadn't even started with the real thing.

Gabe still lay atop her, somewhat startled by her sudden bucking. He had heard somewhere about riding women like broncos but he hadn't realized how literally true it could turn out to be. "What happened?" he asked.

"I don't know," May said in a weak voice.

"You feel all right?"

"I guess so." Her voice was so tremulous that suddenly Gabe was frightened. "Did I hurt you?" he asked. "You want me to quit?"

Just in time, May captured him with her arms. Another minute and this darling boy would have rolled off. "You haven't even started," she protested. "I thought you wanted to learn how."

Privately, May wondered if it was just an instinct for doing what comes naturally or if somebody had been giving this unbelievable boy lessons in the art of pleasing women. No wonder every girl and woman in the county went apeshit over him! He was her own little brother and she loved him dearly, but May had to admit that with his jug ears, his freckles on top of freckles, Gabriel was a singularly unattractive little boy. But he had something. Boy, did he ever have it!

"Do you still want to do it?" she asked timidly. She was afraid he had satisfied his curiosity about girls' bodies. If he couldn't get it up, he was going to get bored with what, unless one is turned on, can be a somewhat repetitious pastime.

"Sure!" Gabe said. "You want to feel it now?"

May did. But even more, she wanted to see it. May had seen his cock when he was five. Now she had seen it when he was ten. But apart from bulls and horses, she had never seen a hard-on. She wanted to see Gabriel's ten-year-old, hairless hammer extended in its full fucking trim. As he rested his weight on his elbows and began to kneel between her thighs, she could feel the hot hard tip of his turgid tool tickling her crotch, flopping from side to side to tickle her tender inner thighs. She craned her neck and strained to catch a glimpse of his marvelous muffin-stabber.

And finally she saw it, as he reared to full height while still on his knees. Pointing straight at her tits, the boy's cock had fulfilled its promise. Its shriveled peanut-sized two inches had swollen to something between five and six. Gabe was an extremely well-endowed boy who, four years later, made the headlines when a thirty-year-old mother of three abandoned her husband and home to run away with the wonderful ten-inch-cocked fourteen-year-old. But now he was only ten, still practically hairless.

It was May's first sight of a hard-on and she had no idea whether it was big or little. To her it looked big enough. The head was sharp pointed but flared rapidly to a splendidly wide, cobra-hooded glans penis. To May it looked like the barbs on a harpoon. She could see that it might just barely be possible to drive that prodigious prod into her. It would hurt and tear her wide open, but it could be done. But to get it out again ... suddenly May understood why dogs would stand for half an hour linked together. No wonder they couldn't get apart. It was funny nobody had ever warned her that people could get stuck together too. She wondered if she dared go through with it.

May couldn't have cared less about losing her cherry. Even at sixteen she had formed definite ideas about the double standard. She knew most men did it before they married and she was damned sure she had as much right to sleep around as any man and if she ever came to marry, May was equally sure that she wanted nothing to do with the prissy kind of dipshit who was going to get all up-tight over a maidenhead. But she was living in the dear dead days before the pill-when every cock within smelling distance meant instant pregnancy.

May had read everything she could find on the subject. She had also sat quietly on the edge of those gabfests when girls shared their knowledge of the world's snares. She was pretty sure she knew what caused babies. "Are you old enough to cum?" she asked.

Gabe was naked on top of her. He had fiddled and diddled until his eager ten-year-old body had finally obliged with an erection. Hard-ons at ten are a chancy business, usually depending more on drinking lots of water before going to bed than on the size, shape, or color of the tits one happens to be fondling. Gabe finally had it up. He wasn't going to waste time discussing irrelevancies like pregnancy and run the risk of losing it again.

Ignoring his sixteen-year-old sister's question, he concentrated on threading the sharp-pointed head of his cock between the swollen, throbbing lips of her willing cunt. May dithered, torn between the desire to. feel that hot throbbing hunk of masculinity slide deep into her honeypot, torn between the natural desire for a good fuck and the fear of getting knocked up.

Gabe had his hand down there between her legs, guiding the tip of his tool. He worked it up and down her slick slot, hunting the opening that was nearly hidden behind her hymen. May couldn't decide whether she still wanted him to do it or not, but her body had already made its decision for her. She murmured and protested, but she couldn't move-couldn't bring herself to push the boy off. It felt so unbelievably good to have that hard little hunk of masculinity striving between her thighs.

He slid his slammer up and down in her slot, trying to find the fuck hole. One moment he was nearly driving it up her ass. The next he would be blundering around rubbing the tip of his slickened cockhead over her clit, driving her up the wall with frustration.

Finally the sharp point on the tip of his magnificently spear-headed cock found the tiny cuntal opening at one edge of her cherry where his finger had violated her virginity only moments ago. Gabe grunted and took his hand away from guiding it. He scooted up her belly, rubbing his thin, hairless chest against her tits until the warm glow of his presence nearly choked May with inchoate desire.

He's going to put it in me! My own brother! My littlest brother at that! May didn't know which horrified her the most. She had always prided herself on a lack of silly sentiment. Everybody had to start fucking someday, unless they wanted to end up a priest or a nun or a librarian or some such futile nothingness. But suddenly this sixteen-year-old virgin was assailed with all the second thoughts that might have made some difference a few minutes ago. But it was too late now. He had a firm grip on her waist. Her legs were wide apart. He was in the saddle and even if May hadn't laid here in a trance letting him work his way into this position, she wouldn't have the strength now to push him off.

"No!" she moaned. "Not yet. Wait a minute." But it was too late. She could feel the sharp point of his cock sliding into her pussy, tearing, stretching....

CHAPTER FOUR

May remembered that far-off day with her little brother as she studied the cock of this little murderer or whatever he was whom she'd bopped over the head and tied up. She wished she knew something about the boy. Surely they weren't all rapists and murderers over in that camp. There must be a few boys there whose wrongdoing had gone no farther than hubcap stealing or trafficking in a few lids of pot.

But how was she to know? She had offered all kinds of inducements, tried to draw him out into some kind of a deal, but the little monster was a sullen bundle of hostility. He had pointed her cocked rifle at her. May knew she didn't dare cut him loose. The instant this kid was loose he would forget fucking and do his best to kill her. She thought how nice it would be to lie back and let him fuck her with the same boyish energy and elan her little brother had demonstrated long ago. It would be nice to feel his arms around her, his mouth over her tits, his cock sliding in and out, in and out of her cunt with a gradually accelerating rhythm until they were slam-banging down the home stretch without fear or favor.

But, May regretfully decided, it was nicer to be alive and getting a blow-job than to be dead and maybe not even fucked. She closed her warm soft thighs over his ears and put a hand to the back of his head to draw that wonderfully supple tongue into her pussy deeper, warmer, softer, more sinuous in its warm, wet waltz around the throbbing bump of her clit.

He was licking it, stabbing it with his tongue, darting in and out from unexpected angles, luring her to the edge of orgasm with a long easy licking, then stopping, holding her dangling over an abyss of agony, building the suspense till she was ready to scream, then just as she was giving up hope, there would come that titillating tongue again to prod her cunt, tickle her clit and drive her once more to totter over a chasm of orgasm.

Finally the boy tired of licking her clit. He cleared the decks for action by running his amazing tongue around her vulval lips just inside the hair, stretching and pulling them while May clasped her warm soft thighs over his ears and tried not to shriek and yodel her delight. The boy kept running his tongue in lazy circles around the edges of her cunt and May began to relax into a soft, sensual fog. Then just as she had loosened every muscle of her straining body and made herself a passive receptacle for the joy of this twelve-year-old stud could deliver, he suddenly drove that tantalizing tongue deep up her vagina.

But deep! May wondered for a moment if he was slipping something else into her-something long, slender, supple, wonderfully wet and firm. She ran a hand down his back, caressing him all the way and tickling any spot that might drag an extra drop of passionate lunging from the boy. But mainly she was checking to make sure he was still securely tied.

He was, hands linked with his web belt, ankles joined with the sash of her chenille robe and wrists joined to ankles with the end of that same sash. May sighed in relief. She wanted to relax, to rest a while, but-it had to be his tongue. His hands weren't loose to get anything else into her. It felt so gooood!

May thanked whatever gods of love were listening that she had sampled his tongue in her cunt first. The boy must be some kind of a freak. If she had kissed him first-if she had ever let him get that tongue in her mouth, it would have gone halfway down her throat!

But oooohhhh, did it ever feel good to have that warm wet wriggle inside her, burrowing deep as any cock, doing all sorts of warm, twisty, wonderful things that not even the most cork-screwed cock could do. He was poking and probing her vagina from every unusual angle, stretching her, palping and probing the soft sensitive membranes, until her whole body shivered in uncontrollable ecstasy.

May was gasping, trying to control the fluttery tremors that ran through her in great waves, radiating outward from that hot, seething pit of sensuous delight between her wildly clasping and unclasping thighs. The boy's ears were hot and she felt they were branding their shape into the creamy whiteness of her inner thighs.

Suddenly, just as she knew she was going to melt and flow down through the cracks in the tower floor, the boy's tongue stopped its tender torture. For an instant she was afraid he had decided to stop and demand some quid. She was blowing her warm breath around the naked throbbing head of his cock when the boy caught his breath after his energetic tonguing. He fastened his mouth over her clit and she settled down to enjoy some choice cunt licking.

But this time the boy did not rasp his tongue over the tender sensitive bulge of her clit. Instead of running his prehensile tongue in lazy, lascivious circles around her trigger, he fastened his lips tightly over her target, pursed them into a baby-kiss and began sucking.

May felt her insides melt and run-it felt so good. Then just when she knew she couldn't stand it any more, that she was going to kick and scream and wail her ecstasy to the silent forest, he stopped sucking. Before she could recover and brace herself, he had. caught his breath. He began a fast, rabbity huffing and puffing, first sucking, then blowing on her clit, pushing it rapidly in and out.

May was cumming. She couldn't help it. Her cunt twisted and squirmed, contracting spasmodically over a cock that wasn't there. Her belly quivered uncontrollably as great glowing waves of rut radiated from that wonderful in-and-out suck-puffing on her clit. She loved it. She couldn't even remember anything in her thirty-nine and a half years that had given her such sheer unadulterated pleasure as the feel of those hot lips sucking and blowing alternately on the most tenderly sensitive spot inside her throbbing, feeling, pleasure-filled, comely, cum-filled cunt.

She still lay on her side in sixty-nine position, with the boy's long lovely cock just inches from her face. Its purple head glared angrily at her as if resenting the way she had gripped the shank of his ,cock and pulled until the straining head had broken free of its restraining foreskin. It was such a long, straight, wonderfully knob-headed cock, with a round blunt tip big as a golf ball. She wished she dared taste it but she knew one lick would be enough to drive this deprived twelve-year-old past critical mass. And after the way she had teased and tormented him, the explosion would be truly nuclear in proportions.

May didn't know quite how she was going to manage it, but she was determined to get that prodigious prod inside her before turning this monster over to the sheriffs. She glanced at the passion-fogged windows of the tower. It was still dark. How many hours did she have left? Enough, she hoped.

The boy had run out of steam just about the time she came. It was nice to lie there and rest for a moment, cushioning her head on his thigh, feeling the hot hardness of his ear press into the soft tender whiteness of her inner thigh. She relaxed and tried to recuperate from the explosive violence of her last orgasm. How many times, she wondered, had she cum since she had pulled off this boy's pants and her own fist-wide bikini panties? Often enough, she guessed. But there were still several wonderful lazy hours of fucking before her. She sampled the firm hardness of the boy's ass. His cheeks clenched involuntarily as her finger probed for his taint.

He had such a wonderful cock. May wished she dared taste it. How many years since a man had turned her on enough to want his love muscle in her mouth? Too many. They lay in companionable silence. Minutes passed and she guessed it was up to her to get the boy going again. He still hadn't cum for the first time but she knew she had tormented him for so long that the boy must have gotten his second wind. Did she dare risk it?

She wormed her hand between his legs from behind and the boy relaxed, opening his thighs so she could caress his balls. He released a tremendous ragged sigh and she felt her belly turn a premonitory flip-flop at the sensation of his warm breath in her crotch.

Considering the way she had treated him, and with the boy knowing he was going to be turned over to "the deputies as soon as she had wrong his boyballs dry, May guessed he had performed pretty well. She felt sorry for him. But not sorry enough to do something stupid like untying him. She ran a loving finger around his balls and fondled the base of his cock. Then she had a sudden inspiration.

There were several ways she could do it, May knew. She decided to make it as painless as possible. She gripped the base of the boy's hard throbbing cock and began pulling the skin back up to cover his purple cockhead. But it had dried out and the skin refused to flow smoothly down over it. She thought a moment. It was risky, but ....

Finally with an air of decision, she opened her mouth wide as she could. Quickly, before the boy could react, she dropped her gaping mouth over the purple baldness and, wetting it with her saliva, she quickly induced his foreskin to drop back in place.

The boy reacted with startled, amazed delight. Stiffening as if he were being electrocuted, he drove his cock halfway down her throat with one magnificent lunge. But May was having none of that. Not just yet. She pulled back before the boy could do it again. Already his hard throbbing cock was nearing critical mass, readying itself for an explosion of H-bomb proportions.

She breathed a silent prayer to the gods of love and put her hand to one side of his foreskin-clad cockhead. She snapped her finger against it. Hard. The boy gave a startled yelp and his nose drove deep into her cunt. For a moment May was afraid he would bite, but he was too overcome with surprised pain.

She knew the pain would only last a couple of seconds. It wasn't as if she had given him a crippling blow in the balls. Actually, the tactic was one she had learned back when she had once thought she would like to be a nurse and an aging vestal in starched skirts had taught her how to flick a pencil at a hard-on so she could get on with bathing a patient without embarrassment.

This boy's cock was obligingly shrinking. She waited until his hammer had dwindled to a scant shriveled three inches, dangling limply over the bulge of his scrotum. Then May prepared for her long-awaited feast.

She captured his withered member and, instead of wasting time blowing on it or tickling his balls or diddling his asshole or any of the other hundred tricks she knew to coax an erection from an unwilling wand, she stuffed its whole three shrunken inches into her mouth before the boy had time to react.

It had been so long since May tasted a cock she had practically forgotten how it felt to have all this throbbing maleness inside her-not just in her cunt where feelings were confused, but up there where she could taste it, smell its maleness, rim her tongue over the fascinating structure of its stretching prepuce.

The boy's cock was growing, swelling in bounding leaps. May licked it, sucked it, slid her lips up and down it, bobbed her head to drive it in deep until its blunt throbbing tip tickled her palate, then back until it nearly escaped into the open air. She closed her teeth gently on the shank of his hot throbbing cock and drove her head forward, driving her mouth down around him, surrounding him with warm, wet womanhood. Her grip on the shank of his cock obligingly bared its blunt round head again and now she savored the angry purpleness of rampant machismo driving wild inside her mouth. The boy began bucking uncontrollably.

She wrapped her arms round his ass and captured him, managing to contain the wilder of his phrenetic floppings. His cock was still swelling, growing harder with each lunge. She could feel the premonitory quiver of spasm that would soon become blurting, hurting, spurting orgasm. She wondered how to slow him down and, after a moment, closed her teeth ever-so-slightly harder on the shank of his cock just behind the throbbing purple head.

It was hard to draw an exact line between pain and pleasure, but now the boy couldn't move without hurting himself. He lay quiescent, cock still throbbing. May let him rest a moment. Finally she sensed the spasm had passed. Once more, very gently, she began running her tongue around the head of his cock, licking him in lazy, lascivious circles.

The result was as delightful to May as it must have been to the boy. Suddenly reminded of his own duties, he dived deep into her crotch. He drove his amazing tongue up her cunt and began poking and probing, stretching the walls of her vagina in unexpected directions until suddenly May felt herself cumming once more.

She had cum so many times May didn't believe it possible to cum again, but. ... This time the boy's twisting, probing tongue went in so deep that for an instant she felt it touch her cervix. As his agile tongue twisted and augered at the mouth of her womb, May's body surrendered to love's assault with a total and complete collapse. She felt her body flare and explode like a phosphorus grenade, then total and complete flatness.

Which was just as well, for if she had licked once more around the head of the boy's hot throbbing cock, it would have been all over but the squirting. The boy was frantic with frustrated desire. He had been within an inch of cumming as May's mouth slid up and down the hard thumping firmness of his hammer-headed cock. But her orgasm had been of such overpowering suddenness that May had fallen back and his cock waved in the air as he ram-slammed, desperately seeking satisfaction.

But the boy's hands were still tied behind his back so he had to wait until May revived from her half faint and began once more reacting to that glowing presence between her thighs. She sighed and found a dishtowel which she used to wipe love's overflowing juices from the boy's face. She wiped her crotch dry and checked him over to make sure he was still tied. She rearranged pillows and cushions beneath him, then once more resumed their head-to-toe sixty-nine position.

Then abruptly, May changed her mind. She studied the windows. Still dark outside. She considered. Maybe she ought to let the boy cum at least once. If she didn't do something soon to relieve him, the boy might end up with a stone ache that would put an end to further festivities. She lifted the boy's head from her inner thigh, interrupting his kissing, and began rearranging pillows, pulling and pushing the boy until he lay face upward again, thighs opened wide, in classic missionary position except that he was on the bottom.

The boy's throbbing, unsatisfied cock pointed straight upward, waving gently in time to his heartbeat. May knelt beside him to give his cock a farewell lick and a promise. The boy struggled to thrust upward into her mouth but May was standing again before he could connect. She posed before the boy for a moment, standing on tiptoe, raising her arms to make her firm hard tits point still higher, showing off her hard, well-muscled body to its full advantage.

The boy's eyes burned, inventorying her, memorizing her for the long empty nights to come when it would be hard to remember, to believe that he had actually had his head between those smooth tapering thighs, that those wonderfully hard firm forties with the tiny virginal nipples had rubbed against his own naked body, that this towering amazon had rubbed her marvelous and unexpected softnesses against him, had actually held his hot throbbing cock inside her mouth. The boy sighed, wondering if it was all over-if she was going to quit now without even letting him cum once. Then May stopped posing, stopped running her hands up her firm smooth belly to cup the full undersides of her upward pointing, ski-jump tits.

She stepped astraddle the boy, facing him, and began a slow ballerina squat, gently lowering her wide-gaping cunt toward the boy's waiting wand.

But, May remembered, she had started to do this once before. Once burned, the boy wasn't really believing she was going to complete the connection this time between his waiting wand and her marvelous muffin. He lay silent, looking up at the crotch he had been licking only moments ago. May felt a fleeting pity for him, then she remembered the way that cocked rifle had pointed at her head. She didn't feel sorry enough to take another chance like that.

Slow as an hour hand, she settled, doing the splits across his crotch, lowering her wide-gaping snatch until she was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his hot, throbbing cock. The boy was so hard up she could actually hear him grit his teeth. The only thing that saved his hard-on from immediate extinction was his total lack of faith. Even now when she had lowered herself until her gaping cunt was practically touching the tip of his cock, he didn't really believe she was going to let him get it in. Of course, the way she had diddled and conned him, she could hardly blame the boy for not believing her.

She glanced at the window. Still dark. It would be at least an hour before dawn. How much longer after that before there was enough light to land a chopper? And how long did it take a twelve-year-old boy to recover and take another stab at her eager cunt once he lost his first load?

May hesitated. She wanted this cock inside her cunt-wanted it desperately. But she wanted it in there for the long haul, for a leisurely, friendly fuck that would finish the job the boy had so admirably started. She wanted the kind of slow, endless fuck that would let her cum dozens of times-not big explosive orgasms that would leave her gasping with exhaustion. She wanted a firm six inches of mancock sliding in and out of her pussy-lips with indefatigable steadiness, filling her with the quiet satisfaction of an hour-long fuck, massaging away the loneliness, the tensions and disappointments of an unsatisfactory marriage. May wanted enough cock to make up for the four-year gap in her life. Why, she wondered, had she gotten out of the dicking habit?

But damn it! She knew this boy couldn't make it the way he was huffing and puffing all over the place. She knew she would barely get that wonderful firm phallus into her, would barely slide that golf-ball-sized cock knob past the lips of her vulva-would not even get a chance to settle down where she could jam her ass against his hard bony pelvis before the boy would explode and flood her with gallons of love's elixir in a premature ejaculation. Sure, he might revive to do better the next time. But could he do it in time?

But May had not counted on her body's own desires. While she had been thinking it over, her ass had settled that final half inch until the boy's blunt cockhead was actually touching the warm wetness of her wide-gaping cunt. By some minor miracle she had managed to settle exactly on target, with the blunt ball of his hammer centered perfectly in the hole that was ringed with the torn fringe of her long-lost cherry. She tried to stop but her cunt had its own ideas. Her slash was so well lubricated that the boy's prodigious prod was already halfway in. Her vulval lips were stretching to accommodate the mammoth invader.

She felt a tiny tremor and knew in another instant it would be too late. This goddamned boy was going to cum before she could even manage to force his dick all the way in. Mustering the last of her self-control, she forced herself to rise. The pressure was relieved and her cuntlips almost snapped. Before the frantic straining boy could cum, she captured his wand in her fist. There was no time for pulling his foreskin back down and tapping the side of his cockhead. Breathing a silent prayer to Venus, she closed her first over the throbbing, straining knob of his cock and squeezed.

The boy made a noise of strangled outrage but she was holding his cock so painfully tight that he couldn't move. She held on for another painful moment until she felt the pulsating phallus in her hand start to shrink. Abruptly, she let go.

Kneeling astraddle the boy, she kept her cunt carefully out of his cock's reach. After a moment she bent forward, still keeping her ass high in the air until she resembled a sensual, dirty old man's dream of an altered car as she bent low to drag her firm small-nippled tits across the bound boy's face. He kept his mouth angrily closed, which was all right with May for she had been afraid he might bite. As she swayed back and forth, dragging her tits across his face, she knew the boy's passion was reviving despite his anger at the way she had frustrated his orgasm. Finally she straightened and began lowering herself again onto his resurrected hard-on.

The boy still lay face up, wrists bound behind his back and tied via her chenille sash to his bound ankles. As long as he lay still atop the pillows and cushions she had arranged-while he relaxed and didn't try to straighten his bent knees, the boy could be reasonably comfortable. At least his discomfort was not sufficient to interfere with his erection. May began lowering herself once more atop his hard-on. This time, after the way she had squeezed it, maybe he would be able to hold out long enough for a satisfactory fuck before he came. She hoped so anyway. She lowered herself without nonsense this time, stopping only when she felt the heat from the tip of his reviving rod warming the open, gaping lips of her steamy cunt.

Her aim was not as good as last time. The tip of his tool touched the cheek of her ass. She reached between her legs to capture his cock and guide it home, but at that instant the boy threw himself sideways.

At first May thought for one terrified moment that he had managed to untie himself. Then as he rolled awkwardly off the cushions, she knew he was still properly trussed. The boy was mad because she had frustrated him so many times. He was tired of playing. He lay on his side, resolutely refusing to look at her naked body.

May knew a moment's panic. If the boy looked away or kept his eyes closed he just might be able to control himself. She knew he wanted to kill his hard-on and end the whole silly frustrating business of letting a woman toy with his bound body. And she had been ready this time to do what the boy wanted-to let his tremendous cock slide in her. She had been planning to bounce leisurely up and down atop his cock until the boy finally managed a rip-roaring explosion deep inside her where God intended for boys' cocks to empty their cum.

She wondered what she could do to restore his faith in womankind. She knew she had to do something quick for the boy had been stiff as a general's backbone for something like an hour now. If she didn't get that cock into her-if she didn't help the frustrated boy work off a load of cum soon she knew he would expire in an agony of stone-ache.

She snuggled up behind him, rubbing her tits against his back. She reached between his crotch and captured his cock. It was still hard but not really up to full fighting trim. She gave his wilting hammer a loving squeeze and tried to roll the boy over on his back again. He refused to cooperate and she knew it would be useless. Unless the boy was willing to help there was no real way she could hold him in position long enough to rape him.

She continued rubbing her tits over his back, fondling his balls and running a gentle loving finger up and down the sensitive underside of his cock. The boy squirmed and strained against his bonds, but she had tied them properly. He couldn't get loose. She tickled his balls and, when he clasped his thighs tight together to keep her hand out, she went in from behind, running a teasing fingernail around his asshole until the boy moaned with a mixture of lust and rage as his body rebelled against his own rebellion. May's finger passed beyond his asshole and began traveling up and down his taint. As she caressed that tender strip of 'tain't cock, 'tain't asshole, the boy squirmed and strained against his bonds. His ass clamped tight shut but he could not avoid her teasing finger. She got her other hand on his cock and suddenly she realized the angry boy was deliberately trying to cum right then-on the floor, in the air, anywhere rather than give her the satisfaction of cumming inside her needful cunt.

Damn him! she thought. She wondered what she could do to make the boy suffer some more. She reminded herself that the little bastard had been willing to murder her. She would be willing to kill him too, she guessed, if she could get away with it without repercussions, but the law already knew she had him here. She had to deliver the boy in reasonable condition-and with his cock and boyballs washed clean and dry-and with his pants back on so that whatever version of the truth he might dare try to tell, the law would laugh and make biting remarks about boys' imaginations.

Then she realized that whether he pleasured her or not, May was still turning the boy on by rubbing her superb body against him. Even if he never came the boy would spend years, perhaps the rest of his life remembering the glorious sensation of a full-blown lovely woman rubbing against him, begging!

Damn him!

Abruptly she stopped playing around. She crawled over him and lay until she was facing him. This time she didn't lie head to toe in sixty-nine position. Instead she lay facing him, head to head but down so far that her own head faced his throbbing cock.

The boy tried not to look at her. That didn't make any difference. He wouldn't be able to see anything but the top of her head once she got down to business. Without preamble, she captured his cock in her hand. The boy tried to shrug away but the bonds didn't give him that much freedom of movement. Helpless, he opened his eyes to glare down at her.

May put his cock in her mouth. The golfball-sized head was so big she had to open her jaws wide to get it in. Her warm wet lips slid down over it. Halfway down she closed her teeth gently over his foreskin and forced it down until the boy's cock was once more naked, exposing its angry, purple, funky-flavored head to her cleansing tongue.

Positioned as she was now, May's tongue naturally fell against the tender sensitive under surface of his cock. She began licking his cock, caressing the shank with her hand, running her other hand's tickling fingers lovingly through the hairs on the boy's scrotum. She could feel his cock rising, swelling, reacting against the furious boy's will. She slid her head gently back and forth, sliding her mouth to blow lusty obbligatos on the boy's flute.

He twisted and strained, trying to avoid her. He tried once to knee her but she had tied the chenille sash properly and his knee stopped short of doing her any damage. She put her mouth down the shank of his throbbing cock until that golf ball was touching her palate. Still a couple of inches of his dick remained outside. May tried to remember the time she had studied yoga and learned to relax all sorts of unexpected muscles. She captured the boy's ass and began drawing him toward her, driving herself down like a glove over his reluctant rod. She felt her throat stretching. It felt as if she were trying to swallow a meatball whole. Gradually the tremendous knob began working its way down her throat. Suddenly the boy stopped struggling. It was too much even for the most angry twelve-year-old.

May swallowed. Since the boy's cock was still firmly attached to his crotch it didn't go anywhere. But the smooth rippling of her throat muscles as she swallowed was the most exciting sensation the boy had ever experienced. His mad was over. He lay rigid, suffused with unexpected joy, waiting for her to do it again.

She did. And as May swallowed she felt the boy's whole body strain and quiver. His cockhead swelled even larger and she sensed the imminent orgasm that was going to flood her. She pursed her lips tight around the shank of his cock and pulled her head rapidly back. The boy's cock came out of her throat, out of her mouth with a 'thuck' like a champagne cork.

And she knew he had been bamboozled once more. She really felt sorry for him. She wished she could do something to break through that sullen silent hostility. She had done her best to entice him into conversation, to get him to make some concession. She decided to try once more.

"Look," she explained, and had to stop for she was hoarse from the tremendous gob of male meat she had tried to swallow. "I'm not torturing you deliberately. I'm just trying to keep you from cumming long enough for us both to have a little fun." She hesitated, then stood astraddle him and began lowering herself. This time the boy tried to turn face upward to stab her as she came down.

May helped him get into position and rearranged the pillows. "This time," she continued, "we're going to really do it." She let her feet slide apart. She could feel her well-chewed cunt starting to gape open. Slowly, she slid down toward the boy's waiting cock. She could feel the heat from its over-expectant tip. Her feet slid farther apart and then she could feel the hot hard knob pressing against the open warm wetness of her cunt.

She let herself settle an inch lower and then suddenly her cunt was stretching, straining to accommodate itself as it settled down around his tremendous hard throbbing invader. It felt just like it had that first time all those years ago when her little brother had broken her cherry. She guessed it was because this boy's cock was so much bigger that it was going to stretch and strain her just as little Gabe had stretched her maidenhead when she had been sixteen and he had been only ten.

CHAPTER FIVE

Four years after he got his first bit of nookie with his older sister, little Gabe made his first mark on the world when a mother of three abandoned husband, home and family to run away with the fourteen-year-old boy with a ten-inch prick. But at ten, slipping it in a cunt for the first time, the fantastically ugly little boy with jug ears and freckles on top of freckles was possessed only of six solid and still hairless cock inches.

His cockhead was sharp pointed, flaring rapidly to the kind of wide glans penis that could turn a tight girl inside out on the return stroke. But he had still to make his first return stroke, for little Gabriel was still pushing and straining, gradually forcing his slowly and painfully acquired hard-on past the portals of his sister's cherry.

May was still of two minds about the whole thing. It seemed to her that there was something vaguely absurd about doing it for the first time with a boy so much younger than herself. But it was such a small town that she knew there was nobody else she could trust to do the job right and keep his mouth shut about it afterward.

Besides, now that she had actually seen the phenomenal size of Gabe's hard-on, May knew she had captured a rare prize. And to think she had him at home and all to herself! She remembered enough of the whispers and titters at those forbidden talkfests among the older girls to know that, even for a grown man, six solid inches of juicy cock was not to be sneered at.

Still, she was living in an age when the pill was not yet even a dream-an age when a pre-marital pregnancy was about as welcome as galloping leprosy. "Wait, Gabe!" she insisted. "It's hurting too much."

The boy had it halfway past her hymen already. She could feel something tearing and knew she was probably bleeding. So far as her cherry went, the damage was done.

"What's wrong?" Gabe asked.

"Tell me," she probed, "have you ever cum?"

"What do you mean?"

May mentally reviewed those books she had sneaked when nobody was looking. She knew what a nocturnal emission had to be like but how could she describe it in terms familiar to a ten-year-old boy? "Have you," she tried, "have you ever dreamed about doing something like this and then woken up with a whole bunch of sticky stuff in your pajamas?"

Gabe thought a moment. "Not quite," he said.

"What do you mean?" May lay naked on the ground beside the pond, her naked brother atop her. She was acutely aware of the warmth of his body, of the pressure of his cock hung up halfway past her cherry. She had never had a cock in her pussy before. Somehow, it seemed vague and unreal to be stopping now for a conference of this nature. She had always read of deflorations as wildly passionate affairs when girls were swept away and literally could not stop, could not control the bidding of their eager bodies. The trouble was, the stories she read usually detoured into rows of **************************** instead of getting down to the clinical details of what it felt like to have a cock stuck in a girl's cunt for the first time, or how long it lasted, or what one did while waiting for a boy to recharge his batteries and try again.

"Well," Gabe explained, "I've dreamed about playing with girls and taking their clothes off, but I never got far enough in a dream to do it."

"What happened?" May asked. She wondered if she was going to cry. Even now with that cock halfway past her cherry and hurting like hell, she knew she wanted it the rest of the way in, wanted to feel it slide in and out until she wailed and gibbered and shrieked with joy, but ... but she didn't want to get pregnant.

"Well, uh-" Gabe shifted his weight and could not resist the temptation to fasten his mouth over her left tit. He licked it and sucked until she could feel her resolve turning to water and melting, flowing just as her cunt was going all gooey around the tip of his cock. "What happens in my dream is I'm playing some silly game with Jerry Ann. You know Jerry Ann Koestler down the road?"

"Yes, I know her," May said impatiently. Privately she resolved to keep little Gabe so busy screwing her that he would never have time to dream about the eleven-year-old cunt down the road. But if he was old enough to cum she would have to find some way to get him some of those rubber 'safety' things.

"Well, me'n Jerry Ann are usually takin' all our clothes off and just about the time she lets me reach out and touch her, I wake up with this real funny feeling like I'm gonna wet the bed, only it feels lots nicer."

"And do you?" May asked.

"Do I what?"

"Do you wet the bed? Does anything sticky come out of you?"

"No. Should it?"

"It probably will one of these days when you're older. When it does, you won't be able to do this any more without giving a girl a baby."

"Gee, I don't wanta do that!"

"Neither do I," May said. But she was consoled with the knowledge that today would probably be safe. She was going to have to sneak that book again and see if she could learn at what age boys started making babies. Meanwhile, she decided it was time to see what it felt like to have that wonderful triangular cockhead wedge and tear its willful way through her cherry.

She wrapped her arms around Gabe again and guided his mouth to her other tit. The boy began kissing and sucking and May felt an abrupt quickening of the urgency between her legs.

He had lost part of his hard-on while talking to her and May was newly impressed with the fragility of ten-year-old erections. Unless the boy kept himself constantly at his fucking business, his wonderful wand would wilt. And he couldn't get it up like older boys just by thinking about the wonderful warm softness of a girl's curved body. At ten Gabe had to have actual physical contact. May realized she was going to have to fuck constantly or keep her hand on it or something, for the instant the boy became distracted, his dick began wilting.

She reached around, twisting her torso until she could get a hand between his legs from behind and tickle his hairless scrotum. Gabe pushed valiantly at her tight virginal cunt and the only thing that happened was his cock bent over and the sharp pointed tip came out of its hard won beachhead at the edge of her cherry. Remembering how hard they had both worked to achieve this hard-on, May wished she had been brave enough to risk pregnancy, keep her damned mouth shut and let the boy get it in while it was good and hard.

"Awwww," Gabe complained.

"Don't give up," May encouraged him. "Think about it." She considered a moment. "Which would you really like to do it with best, me or Jerry Ann Koestler?"

"You," the boy said without hesitation. "Why?"

"Well, uh-You're older. More grown up. You got real tits."

May smiled and pulled his head down until he was licking her tiny virginal nipple. She captured his withering cock in her other hand and, knowing it was useless to cajole and tickle this ten-year-old, she began working his foreskin up and down with the same grace and enthusiasm she might dedicate to a bicycle pump.

It worked. The boy's rod responded to direct action when all her sixteen-year-old skill in evoking images of her own availability or the imagined charms of the girl down the road had failed to stiffen his stabber. "It's gettin' hard. I can feel it!" Gabe exulted.

Since she had it enclosed within the firm grip of her hand, May could feel it too. Before something else could go wrong, she guided the sharppointed tip of his prod back into the opening it had started at the bottom edge of her cherry.

Something had happened since the last time the boy had strained and pushed at her there. She didn't know whether it was her own relaxed acceptance of the invader, if it was because her maidenhead had finished tearing itself open, or if perhaps the clear white secretion that was oozing from the tip of Gabe's cock had something to do with it.

The boy pushed tentatively, remembering how he had strained and hurt her the last time. May felt the tapered tip of his cock slide easily in halfway-just where it had been before. She took a deep breath and tried not to be so up-tight. If she could just stop being scared to death she knew it would be a lot more fun. A first time fuck was a once-in-a-lifetime thing and she wanted to savor each tiny sensation, to compare and remember this first fuck with the many thousands she hoped to enjoy throughout her lifetime.

May wondered how many times she could fuck in her life. She was sixteen. With luck there could be fifty fucking years ahead of her. Three hundred sixty five days in a year ... then she remembered there would be a few days each month ... still, the total was impressive if she could just find a man as fond of slipping his dick into her as she knew she was going to be of getting it slipped into her.

But those books had warned May that men were not inexhaustible founts of fucking. Maybe she had better count on several men ... if a healthy young man was good for maybe five times a day ... she wondered what kind of arrangements she could devise to set up housekeeping with five, maybe six healthy young men.

And while she was speculating on those happy possibilities, May abruptly realized little Gabe's cock was not waiting idle at the portals of her pussy. There was a slight stinging sensation, a feel of something tearing and then abruptly those six firm, hairless inches of his boycock were sliding up into a place deep inside her that had never before experienced anything apart from certain vague and formless dreams that had left her with a warm feeling of happy confusion coupled with a sticky dampness in her crotch.

That dampness had first roused her from her virginal sleep when May had been eleven-a year older than Gabe was now. There had been disquieting changes in her body for some time. Her nipples had been swelling of late. Well, not exactly her nipples, but the flesh around and behind them had been puffing out slightly until it looked as if she had been stung by a couple of evil-minded bees. It had taken May some time to realize this was natural, that every woman grew a pair of tits sooner or later.

Other changes were taking place. The little girl globularity of her body was changing until she now had a perceptible waistline. The prominent lips of her hairless pussy were growing larger too, and suddenly she was very ticklish down there. One day in the bathroom she had squatted over a mirror just to see what on earth was going on down there.

She hadn't seen much. That puffy little spot where the pee came out was pink and every time she touched it she felt all tingly. Below her clit gaped a pinkish slit that seemed put there for no particular purpose. It seemed to be completely closed yet her phys. ed. teacher had warned all the girls that soon blood and other stuff would come flowing from it and that they were not to be frightened if it happened while they were in school, but were to come see her immediately before their dresses got stained.

Nothing like that had happened yet to May. She had been bothered as yet only by a subtly changing attitude toward boys, who were of course scabby little monsters who carried creepy things in their pockets and took an especial delight in disrupting girls' activities. Yet of late she had been obsessed with very odd feelings about boys. There were times when it seemed to her that she was almost wishing they would touch her.

This feeling seemed to culminate in those confusing dreams. She never knew exactly what it was about. Everything was cloudy and nebulous but there seemed to be this one particular dream in which she and a boy from down the road were playing together, digging a tunnel in a fresh haystack. Somehow the game involved their crawling together into the dark narrow tunnel. And in her dream somehow May arranged it always that the boy backed in and she went in head first. Each time the dream ended before she could work out exactly what was to happen. All she could remember of this recurrent dream was lying there in the tunnel with the feel of the boy's warm face against the calves of her legs. She had never been able to guess why this made her feel warm and tingly all over, so warm that her whole chest and belly would blush and warmth would radiate from the trim, hairless Y of her crotch.

But now, five years after she had nearly forgotten the dream, May knew what she had been dreaming about and wishing for-even if she hadn't known then what it was. Now with little Gabe's six firm hairless cock inches sliding into her pussy, she could feel that same warm glow suffusing her body, making her blush pink from the twin mounds of her firm, skyward-pointing tits to the Y of her crotch. The only difference now was that her tits stuck out somewhat farther and the Y of her crotch was now thusly Y surmounted with an asterisk of curly hair as red as that which adorned her head.

CHAPTER SIX

The progress of the boy's first dick stroke into her was so effortlessly smooth that May scarcely noticed it. Despite her intention to record every instant of this historic first in her memory, she had been caught daydreaming about events five years old. She tried to concentrate on the smooth, sensuous feel of cock and cunt doing their thing. The boy's six inches were not explosively hard but he was stiff enough to do his job. More importantly, the boy seemed to realize he would lose his magnificent erection if he slowed down on the job.

His cock bottomed and May felt the warmth of his thin loins slamming down on the cushions of her ass. The bony, hairless prominence around the base of his cock ground against the reddish tuft on her mons veneris. Inside, her cunt was stretching to accept this spear-headed, straight-shanked intruder. She hadn't been sure about that. The books had all mentioned that polynomial membrane that had to be broken or sometimes even cut-some calling it one thing, some another, but never what the boys and girls at school all called it.

But May hadn't known what to expect once the hymenal membrane of her cherry had been broken.

Was it going to be a fight all the way down to open her cunt? Now she knew it was not. Gabe's cock had slid smoothly into her, not hurting any more, not feeling much like anything. It was unusual-a feeling not at all like she had expected. She didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

The boy bottomed out, strained against her for another silly millimeter of penetration, then began pulling it back out. And that was when May discovered the joy of fucking. The wide flare of his glans penis hooked like a whaling harpoon's barb as Gabe started pulling his cock slowly out. It didn't hurt him at all, nor did it turn him, on with any uncontrollable passion. But as the soft sensitive lining of May's cunt bunched and gathered, wrapping itself around the massive flange of his cockhead, she felt as if her whole belly was turning inside out.

It hurt a little, but not so much that she wanted it to stop hurting. At that moment she was overcome with such a sudden transport of ecstasy that May wanted nothing more than that this moment could be frozen, that she could live for all eternity in this melting, clutching, flowing, biting, kicking, scratching seizure of love.

Gabe was so horrified by her unexpected reaction that he stopped pulling it out. Finally May could control herself. She looked into the blue-eyed boy's staring eyes. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Keep doing it or your dick'll go all soft again."

"You all right?" Gabe asked. "I'm not hurting you?"

"Oooooooohhhhhhh, yeeeeeeesssss," May moaned. "Go on and hurt me some more."

Uncertainly, Gabe started pushing his cock back in again. This time his cock had a little more of love's lubrication around its smooth hairless shank. It slid in even easier than the last time and suddenly she felt it touch some secret trigger deep inside her where nothing had ever been before. She felt her belly flutter and tremble, as great rolling waves of passion radiated from the incandescent tip of that sharp-pointed fuck tool that was torturing the depths of her virginal cunt.

Before she could recover and catch her breath from the violence of her first real orgasm, he was beginning his out stroke. She felt her cunt starting to turn inside out as it wrapped around the bulge of his glans penis. Slowly the boy pulled his dick out and her cunt released its passionate grip on this invader with a series of shuddering jumps. Each time her straining cunt snapped down' along the shank of his cock, she felt the snap resonate through her taut, straining belly, triggering new sensations throughout her inexperienced body. She had known fucking was going to be fun, but May had never imagined the torment, the torturing ecstasy that had overtaken her, had nearly made her faint with only one and a half pokes into her prurient pussy.

How long, she wondered, could this joyous in-and-out go on before she was reduced to gibbering dementia? She tried to remember all the good things that had happened to her in her brief sixteen-year life span, trying to remember if there had ever been anything quite so joyously ecstatic as fucking.

Never, she guessed, had humankind ever invented any pastime half so wondrously satisfying as this convenient pleasure that was built right into every human body. And it didn't even cost anything! On the spur of the moment, May resolved never ever to waste an evening on the movies again.

She wondered if the adults in the world knew how much fun there was in fucking. They must not know, she guessed. For she had watched them all sit around evenings talking, playing cards, listening to the radio-when all the time they could have been spreading each others legs, taking each others clothes off and doing this! Adults, she guessed, weren't as smart as they made out to be.

But while she had been making lovely lascivious plans for the next fifty years, Gabe's cock was still coming up and out. He was not making the usual little boy's jack-rabbit rhythm of fucking. Gabe had worked hard to get it up-even harder to get it up the next time. He wasn't sure how a fuck was supposed to end. But he knew that slam-banging was hard work and it felt nice just to slide his dick in and out and he suspected that as long as he had it inside his sister's cunt she would let him run his hands over her wonderfully smooth slim body, fondle her firm up-standing tits and kiss them.

Once they were through he suspected she might revert to her usual self, wearing clothes, locking doors, making life hell for little boys who only wanted to peek and see what a naked girl looked like. He decided to play it safe, fuck just as slow as he dared. He would only put his cock in and out of her fuckhole fast enough to keep his hard-on. Meanwhile he was going to kiss and suck those firm hard tits until he had memorized the shape, the firm little nipples, the soft bulge of their under surfaces for the lonely sleepless nights to come.

May was unaware of the factors involved in Gabe's decision to feed his prick to her as slow and stretch this fuck out as long as he could but, had she known, she would have approved. As it was, she was approving wholeheartedly, whole-cuntedly with her entire mind and body. The boy was pacing himself, feeding that titanic fuck tool, slow as the supreme court, into her eager cunt.

He was even pacing his breathing, taking deep, even breaths in time with the metronome regularity of his prick plunging. May tried to concentrate on the matter at hand, but her mind was suddenly filled with the image of something she had once seen in a movie. She realized now why she had been so strangely excited at the sight of that oil well rig with its miles of drill slamming steadily away hour after hour. How long, she wondered, could little Gabe keep up this steady drilling.

He was moving slowly but with a carefully controlled violence, coming down against the swollen lips of her eager cunt with a solid, soul satisfying 'wham' that impressed her ass with the essence of masculinity.

Then slowly the boy changed his steady in-and-out tactic. Now each time he whammed down on her waiting cunt, the boy held his cock still for a moment, straining against her for the greatest cuntal depth his smooth six hairless prick inches could attain. She could feel the hard sharp tip of his tool pressing, prodding at the extremes of her vagina, stretching her cervix and giving her seething snatch an extra titillation as that spearhead threatened to invade her womb. It was stretching her to the delicious threshold between pleasure and pain, making her whole body thrum with the same tension that filled her well-stretched cunt.

Each time he bottomed out he pushed and strained until she was mad with the sheer voluptuous joy of it. Then, before pulling his cock out, the precocious ten-year-old would grind his hairless crotch against the fur of her pubic patch, rubbing her ass with glorious warmth. And each time he ground his crotch against hers, his cock would move around inside her cunt, stirring in great slow-moving circles, pulling her pulsating cunt around with it, rearranging her viscera in delightful new combinations. Her belly was telegraphing joyous messages of comfort and pleasure to the rest of her body.

It seemed to May that everything had been turned on higher. Even places she had never dreamed of as being erogenous were suddenly sensitive. Even the soles of her feet tingled at the feel of hard striving masculinity as she curved her legs to put her feet over the cheeks of his slim hard ass and draw his dick in deeper, harder, faster!

But the boy stubbornly refused to accelerate his slow steady prick pile driving. May guessed she ought to be grateful for his self control for she knew if he sped it up-if he gave her one single ounce more of this mind-blowing, soul-destroying ecstasy, she would freak out completely. She could feel her sanity slipping away under the all pervading storm of eroticism that was tearing her body apart.

Great rolling waves of rut surged through her passion-wracked body at each tiny movement of the boy's firm hard spear-headed cock. She felt as if her cunt were a radiation source, spreading joy throughout her body, through the entire universe just as a star burns hard, hot, white, and manages to transmit its message of warmth across an entire galaxy. She wondered momentarily if she was really radiating some erotic message that others could feel and enjoy. Maybe this was the explanation of those sudden flashes of passion that had overcome her at night when she was alone in a cold bed trying to sleep. Maybe she was tuning in on somebody else's moment of love.

It was nice to think about it, but just at the moment she was too busy thinking about how nice it felt to have six solid hairless inches of boycock sliding in and out of her juicing cunt with the regularity of a metronome. Little Gabe was a phenomenon. She had a premonition of what the boy's life would be like-pursued by women of all ages, never left to himself for a moment. But what a fantastic amount of fucking he would get!

May hoped she would get half as much. She began wondering how long she could keep this phenomenal ten-year-old brother to herself. She was older than Jerry Ann Koestler down the road. She had tits and her eleven-year-old rival didn't. For the time being May guessed she was in good shape, but she sensed dimly that there would come days in the future when being older than one's rival might not be the happy solution it was now.

And speaking of solutions, what was that sticky stuff that was running out of her and leaving a sticky, tickling trail down between the cheeks of her pulsating ass? My God, May thought, the book said boys cum. It didn't say anything about me producing gallons of goo. Wow! And this was only the first time she had ever fucked. She wondered if it would be even more fun once the strangeness wore off and she could relax and enjoy to its fullest the endless pleasures of the flesh.

It was such a lovely thought. Fifty years of fucking! Little Gabe would tire out-or would go seeking new fields to conquer. She began considering whom else she could recruit for her enjoyment. The trouble with living out in the sticks, she sensed instinctively, was not that people were more straight here. The trouble was everybody knew everybody. Everybody kept an eye on everybody else. And nobody could keep his mouth shut! Whom would she elect to fill the vacancy between her legs once Gabe tired of this new game?

She knew who she'd like to have. Mr. Vodkin was young, curly -haired, and a physical culture nut. Which was fortunate since he was also a phys. ed. teacher in the town high school. Every girl in the school was apeshit over him. But the school board in its infinite wisdom had not turned over the town's crop of virgins to a twenty-six-year-old bachelor who looked like a fugitive from Hollywood. He was in charge of the boys and Miss Pierce was in charge of girls phys. ed. Unfortunately, as near as the girls could make out, Miss Pierce was also pretty much in charge of Mr. Vodkin.

They ate lunch together. They walked to and from school together whenever weather was good and when it rained they had been known to share a car. When senior girls sighed and cast languorous glances and left an extra button undone on their blouses Mr. Vodkin never seemed to notice. He was bedazzled with Miss Pierce's blonde athletic loveliness, as was every boy in school too-blast and damn them all!

But May had detected a glimmer of interest. She had known instinctively that suggestive clothing was not the right way to go. Compete that way and within a week every girl would be coming to school in a bikini. Instead, she had dressed with a seeming modesty which was so unusual that it aroused a certain curiosity. That she wore no bra beneath her not-too-tight blouse was a subject of conjecture and verified only when she occasionally stretched in such a way that Mr. Vodkin's eyes were momentarily distracted from displaying the holy mysteries of Pythagoras in Geometry I which he also taught. May had known for some time that she was secretly communicating with the handsome young teacher. But until this moment she had not known what she wanted to do with him.

Now, with little ten-year-old Gabe's six solid inches of cock sliding in and out of her juicy pussy, May knew what she wanted to do with Mr. Vodkin. But she also knew there would be time-plenty of time. Rosy visions of a future danced before her but right then she decided to concentrate on the present. Six solid prick inches were something worth concentrating on, especially when they were so readily available-so handy with a little brother living right in the same house. Suddenly she was assailed with a new idea.

If little Gabe could cum at all-if he could she was going to be pregnant sure as a Friday night math assignment. But if he couldn't, then what? Nothing could last forever. The boy would get tired. Should she let him fuck himself into happy satiation, or should she send him away hungry and secure in the knowledge that a hungry boy would be back there tomorrow afternoon ready and willing for another hours-long fuckfest?

Decisions, decisions ... but while she pondered this problem, May's body was making its own decision, gathering forces around the firm phallus that was sliding steadily in and out of her palpitating pussy. She had been-cumming, she guessed-each half dozen strokes as the boy's tireless fuck tool slid into her gash with a gentle wham against her ass, ground around in two or three sensuous circles, then began pulling slowly out, pulling her tight, barely post-virginal cunt out with it until a roll of flushed pink pussy clung tightly to the shank of his cock, peeling away with delicious little shudders to ready itself for the next trip in.

She surfaced from a pool of pink passion to realize that something different was happening. The boy was still feeding his cock to her with the same dependable rhythm. It wasn't Gabe who was doing something different. May sensed that her body had already adapted to the novelty of fucking.

Her cunt was contracting, drawing tightly around the boy's cock. She could feel her belly tightening, her whole body drawing taut as a bowstring. There was a feeling of tension, of something pending that was going to snap. She wondered what would happen whenever it happened. She had cum. At least May thought she had cum before. Was there still something better, hotter, harder, faster? She wrapped her legs around Gabe's thin loins, put her arms round his trunk and pulled the boy into her deeper, closer, harder. And at that moment her little brother sighed and said, "Let's rest a while. I'm tired."

CHAPTER SEVEN

The tied-up twelve-year-old May was squatting over now wasn't tired. She could feel the passion of his frustrated body radiating upward into her gaping crotch as if the boy were a miniature furnace. She had teased and tormented him to the edge of orgasm so many times the boy had finally decided she was never going to let him cum. Nevertheless, she had diddled him one more time to the ecstatic edge of delirium until the boy had allowed himself to be pushed and prodded into a supine position.

With wrists and ankles still bound together by the sash of her chenille robe, the nameless invader was helpless. Doubly so because no matter how he hated her, the boy could not control his body's natural reaction to the sight of a naked woman in the prime of her beauty.

For May was six months away from forty. A hard, muscular, well-exercised forty. She had taken care of her body and her face, lavishing on her skin the tender loving care that brought middle-aged women those wonderful dividends that could come only when a man honestly desired them for themselves-for their lovely bodies and not for other creature comforts that older women could offer.

May had posed over the boy, twisting and turning to show off her firm, small-nippled, upward-pointing forties to best advantage. The boy's eyes had feasted on the clean smooth line of thigh, waist, and tits. He had admired the abundant red fur of her pubic hair, had seen she was a natural redhead. In short, he had stared at a lovely naked woman and no matter how he might hate her, no matter how he might despise himself for the weakness he showed, this boy was helpless.

She had proved it by straddling his loins and lowering herself with a prolonged slow motion ballet 'splits' which had settled her gaping cunt squarely over the knobby golf-ball-sized head of the boy's cock. He didn't want to fuck her-not after all the ways she had insulted his dignity as a man. But he couldn't will his cock to shrink, to fold and collapse. And no matter how he tried not to like it, the boy was breathing hard, unable to conceal the passion that filled him as he felt the warm softness of her gaping cunt settle slowly over the head of his cock.

With a superhuman effort, May managed to stop right there, spread wide as a ballerina, holding her ass a foot off the floor with her cunt barely halfway down over the hard throbbing head of the boy's hammer. She could feel its head stretching her vaginal opening. She could feel the hot throbbing pulse of blood as the boy's heart raced. She could not resist the temptation to give him a final gig. "Now tell me," she purred, "do you want me to slide on down or should I just stay here for a while?"

To her surprise the boy promptly gasped, "Stay!"

May was straining to hold the difficult position.

Then she realized why the boy wanted her to cool it for a moment. She felt the tiny premonitory trickle that meant in another second he would be blurting, spurting, squirting all over her wide-spread ass. She guessed the boy's faith in womanhood and Santa Claus had revived. He wasn't straining to cum now. He wanted to fuck her, to experience the gloriously insuperable feel of orgasm deep inside a tight hot cunt.

May wanted to feel it too. She realized now that no matter how many times the boy had tongued her to the tittering edge of lunacy, there was nothing that could make a wholly satisfactory substitute for a hard hot prick ram-slamming into her with the joyous abandon of a young and conscienceless stud. She strained to get a hand between her wide-spread legs without moving or doing anything else to trigger the boy over the edge of orgasm.

Finally she captured the shank of his cock in her hand and squeezed. The boy stiffened and, as his cock worked a fraction of an inch deeper up her cunt, May almost abandoned the struggle. She wanted to sit down hard, to feel his dick deep inside her cunt, pumping, throbbing, ram-slamming away. But for once the boy had more self-control than she did. The moment passed.

Carefully as if she were handling dynamite, she took her hand from the straight stiff shank of the boy's cock. He gave a grateful sigh. And only then did she dare, very slowly as if she were lowering nitro into an oil well, to recommence her slow sensual slide down the boy's greased pole.

It felt so marvelously finger-lickin' good that for a moment she wished she hadn't hurried up to fuck him. Maybe she should have made the boy lick her cunt for another hour. But she knew she couldn't. If she wanted any performance from this little delinquent, she had to let him get at least one load of cum off before he expired of stone ache.

She wondered why she was daydreaming so much. Partly, she guessed, it was the 'grass is always greener' syndrome. Here she was astraddle a wonderful hard cock firmly attached to a twelve-year-old boy and she couldn't keep her mind on her business, thinking about little Gabe all those years ago, daydreaming about the way she had planned to recruit Mr. Vodkin into her sexual service. She gave an angry shrug and the slight movement brought her cuntlips snugly down the last fraction of an inch to close behind the tremendous bulge of his golf-ball-sized cockhead.

This one, she knew, was going to feel good all the way in. She could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate the boy's monstrous invader. Very carefully, lest the boy lose his cool and cum too soon, she began her slow sensual slide again, savoring the delicious sensation of a large, economy-sized erection maintaining its firm resolve while she settled slowly to surround its lonely elegance with warm, throbbing femininity.

The boy gave a deep heart-felt sigh and she realized he hadn't ever really believed it was going to happen. She knew she could still pull it out, stand up and leave him high and dry, but it would do her no good. She let her ass slide slowly down, down, down, reveling in the feel of all that firm maleness inside her pushing, throbbing, stretching her cunt until she was as filled with fluttery anticipation as she had been that first time with Gabe.

She shrugged angrily again. To hell with Gabe.

That had been twenty-three years earlier. Since then her little brother had fucked his way through a dozen heiresses and finally ended up a happy and surprisingly well-off man before he had turned completely off women. She didn't need to think about Gabe and his happy life among the monied.

What was important was right now, the way she could make the best use of this windfall cock that had appeared without warning to interrupt her sleep. She would have to hand the boy over to the deputies soon enough. She wondered how he would remember this night. Talk? Sure he would talk. But May was confident that nobody would believe him. There would be no repercussions. All there was to think about was now, now with all those lovely inches of cock sliding up her ass, filling her to overflowing.

She put a hand to the firm roundness of her belly. The boy's cock was so phenomenally big in its long-swollen need that she could actually feel the skin of her belly stretch as her insides ebbed and flowed to make room. Her cunt was stretching as that golf-ball-sized head slid slowly up into her deeper, hotter, closer to that secret trigger deep inside her cunt that soon now, any moment was going to loosen the floodgates of her fuck-hungry sensuality. She wondered what would happen on the mountain if she were to start shrieking and yodeling the joyous depth of feeling, depth of cock that was pervading her with this wondrous sense of anticipation.

What, she wondered, could happen now? She had cum so many times from the boy's chewing and tonguing that she had thought it was all over, that this would just be a relaxed friendly fuck to pull the boy's load from him. Then they could rest a while and maybe try it all over.

But it wasn't working out that way. She could feel her insides knotting as they flowed to make room for the titanic twat tool she was letting slide into her. She was tempted to relax the tense muscles of her legs and just sit down on his dick with her full weight but she sensed that the boy was even more excited than she. If she increased the friction, if she let that cock slide into her a fraction of an inch faster, she knew he would explode into slimy impotence.

And May knew if it happened just now she would just die. Just die! Here J am nearly forty years old, she thought, and thinking like a teenager. She had never said things like that even when she was sixteen and getting her cherry busted by big dicked little Gabe. Not even when she had been undergoing the pangs and suspense of her campaign to recruit Mr. Vodkin with his will-he-or-won't-he suspense.

But she was feeling it right now. May knew she had to conserve that hard-on at all costs. She felt a premonitory flutter flow upward through her belly as that golf-ball-headed cock rose slowly within her. Then suddenly a rippling tidal wave of destruction was rising once more through her raddled belly and she couldn't stop it. "Oooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned.

Great gripping contractions shot through her, leaving tiny sizzling fireworks of ecstasy in their wake. She felt as if her abdomen was melting, fusing, flowing to mold itself about the tremendous hot boyfuck rod that was driving down cunt alley. She felt that she was going to die right then, that very minute if she didn't fall over and untie him and let him start doing all the work, slamming, ramming, slapping his crotch against the throbbing, waiting flesh of her cunt.

And abruptly it was over, leaving her weak and spent. She wanted to fall over, to loll in soggy layers of satiation, but she was still squatting astraddle of the boy. She wondered if she had made any noise or done anything to tip him off how near she had come to making a complete fool of herself by turning him loose. If the boy ever got the slightest hint of his power over her, May knew life would be impossible for the next few hours. She would give the boy anything, her life itself if that was the price to keep that hot throbbing cock inside her pussy for another minute. But, thank God, the boy didn't know it.

She drew a ragged breath and pulled herself together. While her soul had been melting and flowing down between her legs she had unknowingly relaxed until she was sitting astraddle the boy, resting her whole weight on his pelvis. His cock was deep in her now, so far in that she could feel her cunt stretched not just wide to accommodate the tremendous breadth of that golf-ball-sized cockhead, but lengthwise too as the boy's phenomenal cockshank penetrated to its utmost, stretching her, straining her, but feeling even now in the relaxed and raddled moment after orgasm, feeling even now so good she didn't want to miss a moment of that wonderful full feeling of eminently fuckable phallic fulfillment.

She rested for a moment, then began rising slowly, savoring the feel as her insides rearranged themselves around the descending globe of his cockhead, forcing its bulge down her cunt, pulling pink-flushed flesh ahead of it until she felt as if he were emptying her completely, pulling the very life from her. But she knew that a moment from then that prodigious prick prod would begin a return journey up her crowded cunt and the feel would be so wonderful-nearly as wonderful as it was right now with that hard hammer cock sliding gently out of her drooling pussy.

It felt so wondrously good she had to struggle not to sputter and giggle. The boy was silent, holding his breath. She felt his cock harden slightly and knew he was clenching every muscle in his crotch with the effort not to cum right then and fire his long held load, not to end it all that very moment before the two of them were thoroughly satiated with the rites of love.

She rose slowly, pulling herself up and off his spindle. She had intended to stop with his tremendous cockhead halfway out, to give it a couple of false starts and savor the feel of that golf ball stretching the hairy lips of her vulva in and out, in and out, before she returned to the long, slow ecstasy of sliding it back in up to the hilt again. But it didn't work out that way.

May hadn't had a good fuck for four years. She was out of practice. Her tiring legs rose a fraction of an inch too high and the boy's throbbing knob escaped to wave wildly in the air beneath her vacant vulva. She hesitated, caught its tip with the cum-slicked cheeks of her ass, waited until everything was in line, then decided to go for broke. The boy had to cum sooner or later. And May had to rest. She was going to sit down fast, drive it up inside her cunt as hard, as deep, as fast as she could. It would feel wonderful and if the boy came-so what? She relaxed her straining legs and came down on his dick WHAM!

There was a sudden sharp pain. Then before it could register on her passion-fogged body the pain had turned into something else-a pleasure so intense, so durable that May thought she had gone mad. It was unbelievable. It felt like she was cumming constantly, throbbing, flowing, spurting love's juices from every orifice and fissure of her pulsating body. She had never felt this intense, durable pleasure before. Sure, she had cum. It was wonderful to cum. But it only lasted a minute. She gasped in delight, not believing it, but still it continued.

She tried to breathe, to keep herself alive to remember this miracle. Never in twenty-three years of fucking had she ever managed to sustain that state of grace for such a prolonged time. It seemed to be going on forever. She could feel her belly working in great contracting pulsations of passion as spasm after orgasm racked her with an eternal unending feel of cumming. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she shrieked, "Oooooohhhhh!"

She waited unbelieving for the racking spasm to end, but it didn't. Her crotch was throbbing on the edge of pleasure-pain, great coruscations of liquid fire flowing from it in rhythmic contractions that wracked her belly, suffused her chest, even her throat with the heat of love's joy. She was moaning, crooning nonsense and she couldn't control herself. It went on and on.

Would it ever end? She put a hand to her pulse and couldn't even find her other flailing arm. Finally she captured it. She struggled up out of the mindless pit of prurience and forced herself to count a wildly racing pulse. Good God! She must have been cumming steadily for a full minute! She wondered if she was going to die. Was she having a heart attack?

Couldn't be that, she knew, for she wasn't hurting, not after that first brief stab of pain as if she had just had a brand new cherry broken after all these years. What on earth was happening to her? "Ooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned. It felt so gooooodddd!

Maybe it was a religious experience. Preachers had always confused her youth with some kind of crap about rapture, about seizures, about being 'under the power of the lord.' She considered it. But it was so hard to think about anything with that wonderful throbbing, sobbing, hot-blooded pulsating passion flowing from her. She felt as if she were a sprinkler, her whole body connected to some kind of hose that was making her spray joy from every pore of her body, Ooooohhhhh, it felt so gooooood!

She knew what kind of a hose was feeding her this liquid salvation. The boy had his cock in her. That was the hose, made of hot throbbing male fuck flesh, with a knob on the end like a golf ball, filled with the juice of love. But she knew he hadn't cum. She could feel it hot, rigid, throbbing inside her. The boy still hadn't cum. But she was cumming still, cumming hot, hard, steady, feeling herself melt and flow away in great pulsating waves of passion. She felt the heat of his cock inside her stirring her insides, moving her this way and that, causing her whole body to melt, flow, rearrange itself around this hot throbbing boyfuck rod that was melting her from the inside out, making her wilt and run like hot wax from the flame of that tremendous knob-headed meat candle within her blazing belly.

Twenty-three years, she thought, and never have I been fucked like this. She wondered what the boy might be able to do with her if he were free, without his wrists and ankles bound behind him. Then abruptly she was sobered by the knowledge of what he could do: He could kill her.

She was still cumming nonstop, flowing freely. Even her nose was starting to run as her body thrashed and wriggled in the grip of uncontrollable, endless passion. Her cunt was flowing gallons of lubrication, smearing the boy's crotch until she was afraid she would slide off him. She struggled to maintain her precarious perch spindled atop the boy's throbbing pecker. What had happened?

May tried to think logically about it. Time was passing and still she was cumming nonstop, melting, running, flowing. She knew it wasn't a heart attack. It felt too good. And now that little by little she was becoming used to the seizure of rapturous joy that flooded her entire being, May knew nothing had ever felt that good in her entire life. Not even the first time she had cum with little Gabe. Not even when she had finally let Mr. Vodkin believe that he was seducing her.

Never ever in her twenty-three years of fucking had she ever experienced anything one half so joyous, so mind-blowingly, cork-screwingly good as this built-in, permanent orgasm. She wondered how long she could take this uninterrupted pleasure before her body rebelled, before pain overbalanced pleasure and she lost consciousness.

That would never do. She had the boy securely bound but, given time and desperation, she knew he would find some way to rub on something until he had worn the bonds away. And May didn't want to be alone and unconscious with this boy. She took a deep breath and forced herself not to think about the wonderful thing that was happening to her cunt, to her whole mind and soul. But it felt so goooooood!

Minutes were passing and the pleasure-pain was still the same-her belly still roiling in great contractile waves as her cunt muscles clenched and relaxed, squeezing his hot, throbbing invader which had come to infuse her body with the peace that passeth all understanding. There had to be an explanation. She tried to remember when she had ever felt anything one-half so intensely pleasureful as this prolonged, never-ending orgasm.

There was only one thing she could remember and that had been more years ago than she cared to remember-when she had still been tied to that mama's boy of a husband. Cleaning out the closet one day she had discovered an electrical apparatus that had at first confused her. Then she had dug deeper into the coiled cord and tissue paper and seen the rest of it: a tremendous plastic prick attached to a small electrical gadget to make it vibrate.

So that was the secret! As May had watched her marriage disintegrate from its not-very-good beginning she had been puzzled by his lack of interest. She had speculated on other women but he just wasn't that way. Now she knew what way he was. Now she knew why the other bedroom and the locked door. She wasn't particularly shocked or outraged. She had known for some time that their ill-starred marriage had been doomed. All that remained was to put a formal end to it.

Mostly, May felt sorry for the unfortunate man who had married her. It was, she supposed, largely his mother's fault. But the one thing she found difficult to forgive was not his homosexuality. She could accept anything anyone else could accept.

But if he went for boys, why didn't he go for them instead of locking himself up alone and making do with this silly substitute? She held the gadget in her hands, studying it.

The cord was long enough to reach around an average-sized room. The electric part was a hand-sized black box moulded to grip handily. The important part was flesh-colored plastic, firm inside and with the barest hint of fleshy softness. She closed her eyes and realized that, once it was warmed up, it would be difficult to tell by feel alone whether this cock was attached to a machine or to a man. That was when she decided to try it.

At first she thought she'd lock up the house, enclose herself in her own bedroom, and give this experiment the privacy it deserved. Then she stopped to consider all the angles. He had married her. He expected her to keep his clothes and his house in order. He had left this thing on the top shelf of his closet where any man in his right mind had to expect her to find it sooner or later. Reflecting darkly on Freudian desires to be caught doing what one dared not admit, May plugged it in. She lay down atop his bed and let her peignoir gape. She cocked her knees and let her thighs fall wide apart in classic missionary position.

Wishing she could be lucky enough for him to come home and catch her in the act, she put the tip of that tremendous plastic prick to the open waiting lips of her vulva. It was dry and slightly cool but, reacting to novelty and curiosity, her cunt willingly provided the necessary lubrication. She slid the tip up and down her slit until it was ready, then began slowly inserting it into her vagina. There was no more of a sexual turn-on than there would be if she had been inserting the cannula of her douche bag.

But she had to admit that this plastic substitute was somewhat larger. It was as big as a certain comforting cock she remembered from the dim dead days of her teens when Mr. Vodkin had thought he was carrying on a harmless flirtation with one of his pupils-one of the level-headed ones who could be counted on not to make a fool of herself.

Slowly, she pressed the plastic phallus into her cunt. There was a certain difference about it. Sticking a fake peter into her, she could control its motion, stopping when it hurt, starting again when it felt right, doing all the little things for herself that even the kindest and most well-meaning partner was liable to bungle. It was like trying to get somebody else to scratch the spot that itches.

And with this phony phallus halfway in her, May had to admit she was itching in a most delightful way. She supposed she ought to turn down the spread or put a towel under her eager ass or some such. Then she remembered whose bed it was, who had insisted on his own privacy, his own single bed. To hell with him. She dug her heels in and worked the funny fake fuckstick in and out of her pussy a couple of times.

The effect was wonderfully warming-more satisfying than anything her husband had ever given her during their disastrous union. Why, she wondered, had she ever allowed herself to become entangled with this excuse for a man? But with a cock, even a fake one, halfway in her cunt was no time for philosophical analysis. She pushed it in deeper.

And it felt good. It felt so good she gave it an extra little shove until the black box at the end of the fake cock was digging its cushioned corners into her crotch. She pulled it out until the head was nearly out of her warming snatch, then stopped to diddle the immense plastic head in and out, in and out until she had reduced herself to the tittering edge of ecstasy. Just about there would be where her husband usually came or worse-didn't cum at all but just pulled his dick out and went off to wash up and go to sleep.

There were numerous advantages, May could see, to being in total control of one's partner. Instead of having to freeze and clench every muscle to control herself and help an over-eager partner trying not to cum, all she had to do was stop, stop sliding that delicious electrical diddler in and out of her sopping cunt. She could feel the juices flowing freely after only a couple of strokes.

She lay back, reveling in the warm lazy feel of a slow, totally controlled turn-on. For half a minute she ran the big cockhead swiftly in and out, barely parting the juice-slicked lips of her vulva, then when the tension built to the exact moment she knew would bring an orgiastic explosion with one more stroke, she hesitated for a moment, then drove the hand-powered dong deep into her vagina.

She lay quivering with delight as her insides flowed and oozed to make room for this mechanical marvel. It felt gooooood-better than anything else her incompetent husband had ever brought her. When her quivering, edge-of-orgasm passion had subsided, she gripped the handle firmly and twisted, augering the cool cock deeper, poking and probing from odd angles, turning and straining, exercising her love muscles as she had always wished a man could do. It felt so finger-lickin' good that she felt for the first time in months a vague sympathy with her husband. Maybe he wasn't much of a lover but at least he had good taste in gadgetry. She wondered how it felt for him to lie atop this same bed and shove this thing up his ass.

To hell with him. Poor bastard. She had it in her own box now-black box pressed firmly to her own hairy, pink-lipped box. She ran it gently in and out a few more times, holding herself firmly on the precipice of passion, deliberately withholding the final full measure of devotion that would send her over the edge into squirming, squealing, kicking orgasm.

Idly, she glanced at her wristwatch, wondering how long she could hold herself on this plateau of pleasure, dangling on the edge of diddled delight, flowing freely onto her prissy husband's bedspread, dangling delectably over the edge of fulfillment.

Suddenly she gave a little jump and realized what she had forgotten. Electric vibrator! Here all this time she had been getting her jollies just sliding it in and out of her cunt. She hadn't even turned it on. She was turned-on. What, she wondered, was going to happen when she did turn it on? She fumbled, running her hands over the handle part of the gadget looking for a switch. Finally she found it.

She was so turned on already that May knew that whatever happened, unless it turned out to be downright painful, she was going to cum almost immediately. She slid it deep into her cunt until the cushioned corners were resting against her hairy lips. She took a deep breath, braced herself, and touched the switch.

At first she thought the machine was out of order and giving her a shock. Then she realized it was her own body reacting to the humming thrum of that fake cock deep inside her. She was kicking and jerking uncontrollably but her hand on the vibrator handle held it clasped firmly to her gaping crotch. She felt her thighs opening and closing, clasping their tender inner surfaces against her hand, against the black box that was triggering her seething cunt into tearing itself apart.

It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The diabolical little machine was shaking her insides to jelly. It didn't feel anything at all like the joyous turn-on that came from fucking. But her love-starved body was receiving confusing messages from nerves accustomed to other sensations there inside her. Somehow all that juddering, shuddering commotion inside her cunt was convincing her body that she was experiencing the most colossal cum since the first time she had felt a male member deep in there poking at the portals of her womb.

She could feel her cunt contracting, closing spasmodically over the fake phallus, trying to expel it but it felt so good, so tantalizingly different that she could not order her hand to let go, to pull it out. She lay back on the bed, flopping weakly, every muscle in her body beyond control except those in her right arm that held the thrumming thing hard against her cunt, driving that electric dither deeper, harder, faster.

She knew she was melting. She could feel her over-stimulated cunt flowing a river of love's elixir. She came explosively and felt fresh jets ooze from around the shank of that plastic prick to flow in sticky waves down the cheeks of her quivering ass.

She had scarcely finished cumming when she felt her helpless body weakly marshal its forces for another explosion. It was funny. Here she'd put up with years of deprivation and all the time that ineffectual dipshit of a husband had been fucking himself silly and keeping this wonderful remedy hidden on the top shelf of his closet.

She felt herself starting to cum again for the third time in the few seconds that she had had the diabolical little demon lover turned on. She laughed. An affair with the electric company! To hell with that dipshit of a husband. She knew him. She would leave the machine all messy atop the rumpled spread on his bed. Let him dare say something. She could just see his face when she mentioned a divorce in which the correspondent was a machine.

It was all so deliciously funny that she started laughing. Each time she laughed she started to cum again. She was still laughing when he came home and found her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

May was sixteen years old. Twenty minutes ago she had been a virgin. Thirty minutes ago she had had her clothes on as she sat beside the pool waiting for her ten-year-old brother to appear and continue their discussion about the ins and outs of fucking. She reflected on how much she had learned in the last half hour.

Little Gabe was ten, still hairless, still unable to cum properly. But with her encouragement in the form of rubbing her firm young tits, displaying her sixteen-year-old taut young body and letting him touch its most interesting parts she had finally managed to coax a hard-on from him. The boy's peanut prick had grown to a prodigious spear-headed six inches, all the more spectacular for not being half hidden in a forest of hair.

May had handled it, felt it poke against her unbroken cherry, had endured the lovely pain of that maidenhead's grand opening. She had known the bliss of that tremendous untried tool making its maiden voyage into a maiden and she had known the bliss of being that maiden.

They had fucked with an indefatigable slow pendulum rhythm long enough for her to cum more times than she had dreamed possible. Her cunt was slick and loose as a sixteen-year-old first time fuck can be. Still she was enjoying it, waiting for the Big One.

Little Gabe's six hairless dick inches were still firm. Not rock-hard ready-to-cum firm, but stiff enough to keep May gasping as she reveled in her first real experience with sensuality. Fucking, she decided, was enough fun to be worthy of a lifetime's pursuit. She had been slowly, comfortably building toward some unknown goal, secure only in the knowledge that so far every new thing that had happened to her had been more gaspingly joyous than the last.

And now little Gabe had just said, "I'm tired. Let's rest a while."

For an instant May thought she was going to cry. Then she wanted to kick and scream. Here she had been going along so nicely, getting hotter by the minute as she felt that bomb inside her getting ready to explode. Rest!

She sighed and tried to make the best of it. "Don't rest too much," she said, "Or it'll go down again and then you won't be able to finish."

"How do you finish?" Gabe asked.

May wasn't exactly sure herself. But she knew she didn't want to finish that way, with her cunt all swollen and tender from the boy's remorseless pounding, yet still palpitating with desire, still wanting more of that wonderful wham-bam on the hairy cushion in her crotch. She wrapped her legs around Gabe's slim ass and pulled him into her until she could lock her ankles in a firm scissors. The effort caused her cunt to contract tightly around the boy's cock.

"Golly!" Gabe marveled. "Do that again."

May did and was rewarded with an answering lunge from the boy. He held on the bottom of his stroke and ground his hairless crotch against hers, stretching and stimulating her pussy toward new horizons. May practiced contracting her cunt and belly muscles. Soon she was doing it with a rhythm that massaged the boy's cockhead, keeping it hard and satisfyingly big inside her.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Gabe marveled. "That really feels gooooood!"

May worked at perfecting her technique. Basically, it was as if she were straining to squeeze out a big one, then tightening up to keep it from escaping. Once she got to doing it regularly, she began to understand what men saw in belly dancers. It really worked. Deep inside her she could feel the boy's cock swelling, throbbing, moving involuntarily in and out as the boy once more began fucking her without actually realizing what he was doing.

Soon May could relax and enjoy the passive sensation of a male pouring his cock to her, pleasuring her without any effort on her part. She wondered how many more things she would discover about the art of fucking before that session was ended. It was so nice there by the pond on a lazy summer afternoon with an occasional fly or bee. In another couple of hours the mosquitoes would be out, but she. and little Gabe would have to end it before then anyhow. She yawned blissfully, savoring the joy of this young jock sliding his prick in and out of her cunt. And a fly went down her throat.

She coughed and her belly's involuntary spasm pushed the boy's hard-pounding cock right out of her.

"Ow!" he yelped. He jabbed blindly and got it back in, slamming down extra hard just as May coughed again. "Ow, wow!" the boy wailed. "Don't do that!"

May finally expelled the fly. "I'm sorry," she said. "Did it hurt?"

"Yeah!" Gabe hesitated a moment. "Well, not exactly," he hedged. He gave her another couple of pokes to make sure his tool was bottoming out in fighting trim. Then he captured her trim sixteen-year-old ass with both hands and rammed it home, holding on for dear life. "Try it again," he suggested. "Only easy."

May gave a gentle cough and as her cunt contracted and tried to force the boy's cock out, he felt a sudden intimation of what an orgasm was going to be like whenever he was old enough to experience one. "Gee," he marveled. "When you do it that way, it sure feels good."

May coughed again and laughed. She pulled the straining little boy down until he was nibbling on her nipples again, playing telephone with one virginal nipple plugged into his ear and the other subject to the tender ministrations of his tongue.

Slowly, the boy settled back into that comfortable in-and-out rhythm that was slowly transforming May from a girl into a woman. She congratulated herself on having learned a new lesson in the art of love. Even at sixteen getting her cherry busted, May had understood that love can never be entirely a one-way proposition. She suspected there was going to be a large space in her life for men. She wanted men to fuck her, to adore her not from afar but as close as possible, preferably between her legs. She wanted to use men, enjoy the firm feel of a phallus sliding in and out of her cunt.

But even as inexperienced as she was, she suspected men were less concerned with fucking than women. If this were not true, she reasoned, then it would be men who dreamed up all the new fashions, who dressed with concealing seductivity to attract females rather than the other way around. Men, she suspected, were helpless when their desire was awakened by a woman. But long after they had fucked and forgotten that woman, she might be spending her lonely nights in a cold bed remembering a man who could pass her on the street and quite honestly never recognize her. If she wanted to get her share of fucking, May knew she was going to have to learn what pleasured men most-what could she do for a man that would satisfy him, yet leave him so unsatisfied that the wildness of his desire would lead him back again and again to plumb the depths of her cunt in search of that lack?

She didn't know but she supposed some day when she had more experience she could work it out. Meanwhile, this hairless ten-year-old cock was sliding its six solid inches into her juicy cunt, slamming happily away as its owner hoped wistfully that another fly might make her cough again. But May was resolved that the next time she opened her mouth while fucking it was going to have either somebody else's tongue in it or maybe something even bigger, hotter, and more interesting.

She wrapped her legs around his slim muscular ass again and drew him in. She linked her ankles and squeezed. The boy responded with a tremendous ram-slam that prodded the portals of her womb. Oh my, did that ever feel goooooood! She squeezed his hips between the milky whiteness of her thighs and pulled his mouth back down onto her tit. He began licking, feeding her long, slow strokes of that six-inch hairless boyfuck hammer.

She wondered if there were another ten-year-old anywhere in the world as interesting as this one. What a future lay ahead of this wonderful jug-eared boy with freckles on top of his freckles!

He bounced happily up and down atop her, slamming his lean little belly against the prick-stiffening curve of hers, slamming down until she felt that wonderful excitement building once more inside her well-stuffed belly. Each time his cock poked into her, crowding her unaccustomed cunt, pushing her insides this way and that to make room for its rampant machismo, she felt another surge of power run through her, suffusing her with a warm incandescent glow until she suspected her throbbing body would be visible in the dark. She could feel it building again, could feel her belly straining to contain this rambunctious invader, trying to squeeze it, milk it, pull all the lovely male goodness from it to warm her during the lonely nights in her narrow bed. And just as she was nearing the brink of that long slide down into a spasm of orgasm, the boy stopped fucking again.

"Let's try something different," he suggested.

May tried not to show her impatience. "What?" she asked.

"Well, uh-" Gabe wiped his face and she saw he was sweating from the effort of his exertions. "Uh-" he continued, "let's try it like the animals."

"You mean the way dogs do it?"

"Yeah."

May wondered momentarily if they would end up stuck together like a pair of dogs, then laughed at her fear. If they had been going to get stuck together it would have happened before now. She shrugged assent and the friction of her glowing body against the boy's hard maleness gave her another tiny turn-on.

The boy pulled his splendid hard-on out of her with a thuck like a champagne cork and May was momentarily desolate at the sudden emptiness. She rolled over and positioned herself on hands and knees in the grass beside the pond. Hurrying to get it back in before he could lose his painfully acquired hard-on, ten-year-old Gabe knelt behind her.

It wasn't as easy as either of them had expected it to be. In the first place cunts just aren't positioned for back-end-to fucking no matter what anthropologists may wish to make of our kinship with the back-humping apes. Little Gabe struggled to get it on. He pushed, he pulled, he kneaded and mauled, getting her into position. Finally May lay prone, face and chest on the ground, ass high in the air, posing like a stinkbug ready to attack. Gabe snuggled up to her, scooting his knees in until he was nearly underneath her elevated crotch. Only then did he manage to get his dick in. May gave a ragged sigh of relief and concentrated on holding her awkward position long enough for the boy to get his fill of fucking her. She suspected this particular idea was not one of the best in her rapidly expanding repertory.

The boy gripped her waist and poured his cock lustily to her. It was different, May had to admit. Now his cock was upside down from the way it had been before. His hairless scrotum was slamming into her throbbing clit each time he bottomed. She considered this new way and couldn't decide whether the boy was getting his dick deeper into her cunt or not. She did know that for some unknown reason the feel of that hard male pelvis slamming into her from behind, that prodigious prod going into her upside down was turning her on in a totally new and strangely exciting way.

His hands grasped her waist, pulling her back to meet the ram-slam of his lean little body each time he slammed into her. May could feel her insides flutter and tremble under the assault of that hard spear-headed cock whamming away at the depths of her vagina. It felt so gooood, so wondrously, eatingly good that for a moment she forgot her discomfort. She let her upper body relax, laying face down on the grass and concentrated on keeping her ass high in the air so he could continue pouring his upside-down cock to her.

But under the spell of that prodigious phallus hammering steadily away, she felt herself slowly forgetting the strangeness of her position. Also, very imperceptibly, her ass was descending from its skyward pointing pose. The boy still gripped her waist, kneeling behind and half underneath her to ram-slam away at her fluttering cunt. And it felt goooood!

She could feel herself starting to melt again. It became harder to hold her ass up in this ridiculous position. Her clit was happily absorbing the pounding as the boy's hairless scrotum slammed against it each time he bottomed out. As her belly reacted to the provocation of the boy's balls slapping her, she felt her belly explode into great flowing waves of joy that wracked her, threatening to tear her apart in revenge for those sixteen years of unfulfilled, unfucked femininity. She felt a rush-blush of blood suffuse her cunt, filling her vaginal lips to blushing repletion, radiating joy from every wrinkle and fissure of her puckering cunt.

She felt her cunt liquefying, melting to flow in a great shimmering cascade of coruscating pleasure. She could feel herself emptying, spilling her load of passion's burden just as the boy's hot little hands left her waist and crept along her ticklish flanks to capture her firm tiny nippled tits from behind.

May didn't know why it turned her on so. She had felt his hands on her tits for the last half hour. She had experienced his tongue running lazy circles around her nipples, had felt his ear nestle over one virginal nipple as he played telephone. She had experienced the rapture of his young mouth sucking at her nipples, switching rapidly from one to the other while his hands caressed her tender swollen undersides, driving her to the shrieking edge of hysteria.

And now he was just grabbing her tits from behind, hanging on solidly, using them as handles to pull himself against her ass to feed it to her faster, harder, hotter. May was amazed but not so amazed that she couldn't appreciate the magnitude of the orgasm that was wracking her, tearing her limb from pulsating, fluttering, lusting limb. It was too much. She couldn't fuck herself to death, cum so violently she was on the tender edge of death-she couldn't do all this and still hold her ass in the air like an over-balanced kangaroo. She felt her knees sliding apart, felt herself slipping slowly.

Little Gabe felt it coming too. He made a marvelous recovery, straightening his knees in a lightning gesture until he was sitting straight legged on the grass with an ankle on each side of her torso. When she settled down and let the full weight of her ass onto him, he was ready. He gave a happy hump into new depths and waited a moment for May to catch her breath. Then he got his hands on her tits again and began lifting her torso until she was upright too. She straightened her legs before her until she was sitting on his lap as if they were both in a chair-except that his cock was not decorously between his legs like some daddy playing with his little girl. Instead, little Gabe's six hairless inches of boy cock still stood straight up between his wide-spread legs. May was spindled firmly on his spike, unable to move as long as the boy held her on his lap.

He groped for a moment, then gripped her waist and positioned her more firmly until his cock was pointing relaxed straight up into her pulsating pussy. She quivered at the joy when she felt his spearhead attain new depths of penetration.

Then his hands left her waist and recaptured her tits from behind. Instantly May felt that same total turn-on. She couldn't understand why a simple gesture like cupping her tits from behind could be so much more exciting than the arousal she had experienced when he had licked them, kissed them, sucked them, played telephone with them. Someday perhaps she would realize there was a vestigial element of rape in being taken from behind that made everything just a teeny bit more exciting than from the front.

More especially, there was the element of anonymity. No face-to-face business with the necessary social lies about eternal love. With a faceless cock pouring it to her from behind, this was pure unadulterated lust without the usual hypocrisy. It was fucking at its sinful, lustful, lascivious best. May felt herself cumming again, melting, flowing, turning inside out from the sheer masculine power of that relentlessly ramming cock.

Of necessity, Gabe was no longer pulling his slippery cock all the way out to dither about teasing her cuntlips with the possibility that he might put it in, might not, might just spend all eternity diddling the tip of his cock barely in and out of her seething snatch.

Now he was bottomed out, ramming it in extra deep because his cock was standing straight up, striving to do its best and she was helping it with her weight, sitting on top of him, bearing down until the boy could only lunge ineffectually, tossing her an inch upward to vacate her cunt bottom for a fraction of a second before she came down hard, fast, seemingly deeper and more sensually with each lustful lunge.

She could feel her raddled ass gathering force to cum again, to melt and flow once more in lustful waves of love's elixir all over the hips of this marvelous male who held her by the tits, rubbing his thin muscular chest against her back as he humped frantically, striving to drive his dong deeper, harder, faster into her. She had that feeling again, an inchoate, instinctive knowledge that somewhere in the near future lurked the Big One, the daddy of all orgasms that was going to end this fuckfest and leave her wan and wanton, to crawl into her clothes and go staggering home in time to do the chores.

Then just as the wave was cresting and ready to break, the boy stopped fucking again. May wanted to shriek and wail, but before she could react, he was twisting and turning her, spinning her around on his lap.

She felt her ass slide around on a cushion of joy juice that had flowed from her helpless cunt. Then Gabe captured one of her ankles and began lifting.

It took a moment for May to understand what the boy wanted to do. Then when she did she cooperated enthusiastically by falling back, resting her weight on her hands while he lifted her leg awkwardly over his head.

Finally the boy drew her toward him again. He was still sitting on his lap in the grass by the edge of the pond and May was still in his lap, but now she sat facing him with her luscious thighs around his waist and her cunt still firmly skewered on the unwavering erection of his six firm hairless dick inches. It felt so goooood, so good she wanted to wail and yodel and proclaim her delight to the bees that buzzed lazily in the dandelions around them.

But before she could give vent to love's old sweet song, Gabe had captured her waist again and drawn her to him. He buried his face in her breasts, switching rapidly from one to the other as he kissed, sucked, licked, ran his hands tenderly over the gently swelling under surfaces of their firm erectness.

And meanwhile his cock never ceased its faithful fucking. Now May could help a little without danger of throwing herself off his meaty spike. She wrapped her creamy thighs tightly around his waist and began rocking gently back and forth.

Little Gabe caught her timing and began rocking too, not once releasing his firm grip on her as he dived into her tits, rubbing his face up and down the tender front of her turned-on body. Each time he rocked forward May rocked back and his prodigious prod came halfway out. They hesitated a moment at the end of the stroke and she could feel her insides struggling to return to their normal positions, but before she could really become conscious of the lack of male meat inside her, they were doing the opposite stroke, May rocking forward and Gabe backward. This stroke pulled her forward and upward onto him, driving his tireless tool deep, deep into her seething snatch. She felt herself starting to build one more time toward the Big One.

She didn't know what it would be but so far everything she had tried had been better than the last. What else was there to try? She had fifty years of fucking ahead of her to find out. She guessed she was learning quite enough for a first fuck. But it was fun. Interesting and educational as the teachers used to say whenever they had some particularly nasty chore for somebody to do. She wondered how many of their bodies had performed this particular chore.

How long could it go on? she wondered. Sooner or later little Gabe had to either cum or get tired and quit fucking. Either way it would be over for the day. She wanted to send him away hungry. But not too hungry. Just hungry enough for him to want to come back there tomorrow and do these lovely exercises all over again. Oh, God, how had she managed to live sixteen drab and wretched years without ever once discovering the joys of fucking?

Little Gabe was far smarter than she was. He was only ten. She could have cried at the thought of those wasted six years in her life if she hadn't been so rapturously happy right then at the feel of that hard six inches of machismo cock slamming so soul-satisfyingly into her cunt each time she leaned forward to rock over Gabe's straining body.

He was discovering new depths in her with each stroke. They rocked frantically back and forth on an imaginary see-saw, arms around each other, drawing their bodies close together until their whole fronts were in contact, rubbing sensually, sharing the warmth of their passion. May felt her tits squashing against Gabe's bony chest, felt her tiny virginal nipples swell rock hard and grow with the intensity of their sensitivity as they rubbed up and down, back and forth against the hard maleness of his thin young body.

It seemed to her that she was getting as much of a turn-on from her supersensitive tits rubbing her brother's body as she was from that colossal column of his cock that kept sliding in and out of her, straining and stretching her cunt as it pulled her insides first forward, then back, in and out with each stroke. She felt her cunt quiver again with a premonitory gathering of forces and then suddenly her cunt muscles were clamping tight around that colossal cock that never missed a stroke in its relentless metronomic in and out, fore and aft stroking.

She felt for an instant as if she had become part of some sensual machine, a vast arrangement of pistons and shafts driving a cock that never ceased its rosy riveting, sliding slowly, steadily in and out, in and out, driving her slowly but inexorably to the edge of gibbering ecstasy. She wondered if human bodies had been designed for this incredible endless joy, this peace that passeth all understanding. They must be for the preachers she had listened to were always yammering about something of this nature, but she had never found it in church. But May knew she had found it there in the sunlight, in the grass alongside the pond on her own farm. Joy. Nothing could ever begin to compare with the sheer mindless joy of fucking. Nothing ever!

She was so overcome with the joy of her discovery that she looked straight up into the sun and lost her balance for a moment. She fell forward atop Gabe. Instead of trying to recover, her brother let himself fall backward. When his shoulders touched the ground, he straightened his legs one by one until May found herself squatting astraddle his supine body, still spindled in the six hairless inches of his boy cock spike. She gathered her knees beneath her and bounced experimentally. It felt good.

It felt good enough to try again. She raised herself as high as she dared until the tip of his boyfuck tool was halfway out the hairy lips of her vulva. Then she let herself down with a wham that would have flattened the little boy if it had lit on his chest instead of his hips.

She felt her cunt stretch lengthwise as the pointed spearhead of his hammer drove deeper into her, ticking the cervix and threatening to penetrate her womb. She bounced and came down hard again once more astraddle his whang. The boy grinned and gave her a friendly lunge to help drive it in a half inch deeper.

It felt so good she sensed that she was cumming again, a quiet friendly little quiver of a cum that sent a fresh jet of love's juices cascading from her seething cunt. She rested for a moment, then saw Gabe's eager eyes taking in the view of her torso at right angles to his own supine body. She raised her arms over her head to show off her lovely young tits to best advantage and was rewarded by an extra swelling tremor of the boy's cock deep within her. She tightened her cunt muscles over it in a friendly clasp. The boy's cock responded with another quiver and stiffened slightly.

They stared at each other in silence. "You know, Gabe," she mused, "you're really something for a little brother."

"I think you're real neat for a big sister too."

May thought that over and guessed she was. She wondered if there was any other girl in the valley who was generous enough to teach her little brother the arts of love. Not that it was that much of a sacrifice, May had to admit to herself. She wondered if the boy was getting as much joy from this session as she was. "Do you want to do this again tomorrow?" she asked.

Gabe's eyes gleamed. "Yeah!" he enthused.

"We're going to have to be careful," May said, more to herself.

"About what?"

"What do you suppose'll happen if Roy and Ted find out?"

"Yeah." Gabe was disconsolate as he thought of how his two older brothers would elbow him aside if they learned May was fuckable. And he had no illusions about keeping it a secret between the three. If they found out they wouldn't tell Paw. But they would cut themselves into the pie, and him out on threat of telling him what they had seen. He thought a moment, trying to remember what they had last been talking about when he had overheard them. "Going to town and flush some quail," he guessed. From their guilty expressions he supposed they had been jacking off in the hayloft again, or maybe fucking the new heifer. Now he could hear them yelling at the dogs two fields away. "We'll have to be careful," he agreed.

May raised her arms in the air again, raising her taut young tits and driving Gabe into a frenzy of fucking. He ram-slammed long enough to bring his hard-on back up to fighting trim, and they rested again. "I don't think we ought to come here to the pond again," she said. "What if they decided to go swimming?"

"Yeah," Gabe sighed. Under the strain of this worry she felt his cock begin to go down again. She clamped her cunt tight over it and bounced jollily up and down until she felt him recovering his virility. "You got any ideas?" he asked.

May thought for a moment. "I really don't think we ought to try to do it anywhere in the daytime."

Gabe suspected this was the beginning of an elaborate scheme to tell him it was all over, that he would never get his prick into this lovely sixteen-year-old ass again. He looked her up and down, memorizing the curve of her neck, the shape of her firmly upward pointing breasts, the sudden constriction of her waist, the swell of hip and belly, the deep cavity of her navel, the long tapered legs that were bent on each side of his hips.

"Do you think you can wake up in the middle of the night after everybody else's asleep?" she asked.

Hope revived in little Gabe's face. "I don't know," he said. "But you know I sure want to come. If I don't wake up, could you sneak in and give me a shake?" He hesitated. "I sleep pretty hard, but believe me, I'll get up for you."

May smiled a secret little smile and began bouncing up and down atop his reviving rod. Gabe began responding, bucking his ass up against hers every time she came down. Slowly May bent forward until her breasts were dangling over his face. He snapped playfully at her and caught her around the neck, pulling her down until he was kissing, licking, sucking her tits and reveling in the joy of rubbing his face over those twin mounds of femininity. May got her knees farther back so she could continue fucking him, taking the man's position to slide her eager ass up and down his hot throbbing cock. It felt so good she didn't want to stop. She began slamming harder, faster, deeper, slapping her cunt recklessly down upon the boy's thin muscular hips. The boy began slamming harder too.

Suddenly she sensed in the accelerating rhythm of his fucking that the boy had finally ascended to a new plateau of pleasure too. She was ramming, slamming, going for another orgasm when suddenly he gripped her and flopped her over to one side. Still plugged in, he began fucking her sideways, rolling his weight back and forth on the inner surface of one of her firm young thighs.

May felt it coming. She tried to control herself, to wait a moment longer until the boy could cum too. Then once more he was moving, prodding and pushing her until she lay supine, looking up into the freckled face of the boy who knelt between her thighs, hosing it to her once more in classic missionary position. She had a feeling that this time it might turn into the Big One.

CHAPTER NINE

But that had all been years ago. Now May was experienced, only months away from being forty, and with a pair of tits to match. She squatted atop the little boy she had disarmed and tied up, still trying dazedly to understand what had provoked this everlasting orgasm. It felt so good she didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth but ... anything this good ought to be understood. May suspected that someday she would be old and alone and anything that could produce a minutes-long nonstop orgasm was something worth knowing about, remembering, treasuring.

She could feel the boy's golf-ball-sized prong still inside her cunt, quivering with the effort not to cum. She didn't want him to cum-not just yet. Some time hours from now when it was daylight in the forest and the deputies would be in the meadow with their helicopter-that would be time enough for the boy to cum. She could wash him off, get his pants back on, and hand him over to the sheriffs before the boy half realized what was happening.

But what was causing this interminable turn-on? She moved experimentally, sliding up and down the boy's rod for a fraction of an inch. There was a sudden stabbing pain and then once more that same sensation even more intense now of cumming-her cunt endlessly contracting, relaxing, contracting again, firing ceaseless loads of joy juice out her lips stretched tight around the knob-headed invader. It felt so goooood!

Pleasure. Pain. Always, it seemed to her, there was a mixture of the two. Something was hurting like hell every time she moved. Yet just to stay there like that, Squatting with her ass wrapped around the tremendous golf-ball-sized knob on the end of the boy's round-headed rammer-it was the kind of bliss she had always daydreamed about in Sunday school when some old fool had maundered on about the joy of being in heaven and sitting on the right hand of God. She wondered if there was any fucking in heaven.

Or in hell?

But there was fucking right here, now in this tower in the middle of the forest. She glanced at the passion-steamed windows. It was still totally dark outside. She had time. And it felt so good. She was getting used to it as with time one gets used to everything, but this was still the most deliciously prolonged orgasm she had ever experienced. She felt her cunt fluttering, contracting and relaxing alternately around the throbbing rod of masculinity that was radiating joy throughout her being like the transmitting tower of some smooth sensual broadcasting system. Great rolling waves of rut tore ceaselessly through her belly, running up and down her hot body like the waves of light in some surrealistic advertising display.

Love's elixir flowed in gentle spurts, seeping by the prodigious plug that was turning her on, flowing in smooth sheets of sensuality down the cheeks of her ass to lubricate the boy's crotch until she felt she could raise her legs and spin joyous circles like she had once done on her mother's piano stool. But every time she moved it hurt.

May struggled to control herself. There was a temptation just to sit there until daylight, savoring the tremendous tearing feel of a non-stop cum, but she had to know what-why? She was still supporting most of her weight as she squatted astraddle his firm fuck flagpole. She gathered her strength, fought to ignore the passionate telegraphy within her belly, and finally managed to rise a pain-seared inch, feeling the great golf-ball-sized head of that cock pulling and tearing every fraction of the way.

She bent painfully to get a hand down to her cunt, to see if somehow, bound hand and foot, the boy had managed to slip some kind of French tickler into her. And to her surprise, she found there was nothing in her cunt. Not a cock, not a banana, not a broom handle, nor candle, not even a finger!

But that prodigious prod had found another opening. Slicked as she was with passion's by-products, May's wide-spread ass had accepted that blameless male bludgeon up the wrong hole. She suddenly realized that she was almost forty, thought she knew everything there was to know about the fine art of fucking, yet here was another famous first. She remembered that day with the plastic prick she had found in her husband's closet some four years ago. She realized now that she should have been more curious. Instead she had been disgusted.

Like that day she had found it. She had played with the plastic prod, poking it up her cunt, not caring how she messed up the prissy bastard's bed. It had been interesting and educational poking that fake phallus up her snatch until she had remembered that it was not just plugged into her; it was also plugged into an electrical outlet.

She had turned the vibrator on and the colossal cunt-tickle had driven her into an unending orgasm almost as intense as the one she was experiencing right then with that living, breathing, throbbing cock up her ass. She had cum repeatedly, so many times and so close together than all the hate, the hostility and tension had trickled out of her cunt, leaving nothing but a smear on the coverlet.

It had tickled her insides so delightfully that she had held it in there long after she had felt any desire for another orgasm, just reveling in the deep, humming tickle that pervaded her belly and vibrated away all the strains of the last couple of years. She had still been laughing when her prissy little prick of a husband came home and caught her.

But from the look on his face as he discovered her atop his bed, fucking herself with his vibrator, it was apparent that there was going to be some debate about who caught whom. He had blanched, standing pale and speechless in the doorway. May made no effort to stop what she was doing. She looked up at him and laughed again. "Nice little gadget you've got here," she said. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"

When he still stared aghast, May had put steel in her voice. Remembering the nights she had waited for this dipshit to act like a husband, the times he had side-tracked her to go off with his male friends, she knew there was no such thing as a marriage between them any longer. But she determined to get one last dividend from this domestic disaster. "Take off your clothes," she said. She said it in a voice that would brook no argument.

He stared at her for another moment, swallowed a couple of times, and began loosening his tie. She lay back on the bed, legs apart, deliberately making as vulgar a spectacle of herself as she could. There was an apocalyptical clarity to her thought processes, as if she were reading his mind:

She's caught me dead to rights! Ooooohhhh, damn, why didn't I hide that thing better? Why did I ever bring it home? I should have left it in Ralph's apartment. I should have known this miserable bitch would go poking through my closet and find it. And now she's got me by the-by the balls. Ooooooohhhhhh, I can just see it now. She won't give an inch. She hates me almost as much as I hate her. She'd do anything. She'll take that thing to a lawyer and they'll threaten to wash all my dirty linen in public. Ooooohhhh, I can just see it now. She'll get on the stand and a lawyer'll produce that thing in front of the whole court and she'll tell them how I wouldn't stay with her and then she found this thing in my closet and if I tried to tell the court-if I could bring myself to tell the court what I'm seeing right now who'd believe me?

No matter what degrading thing she asks me to do to her, I've got to make myself do it. There's no way out. Maybe if I get on top of her and think about Ralph until I can get it up-If I can just sweet talk her long enough to get my hands on that thing and hide it, destroy it-anything to keep that damn Tinkertoy from being produced in court. Ooooohhh, I can just see Ralph and Oliver snickering now. I'll be the laughing stock of every gay bar in the country. Ooooohhhh, I'U never be able to live it down. I've got to-got to fuck her no matter how much it sickens me.

Trying not to let her see the tears in his eyes, he began divesting himself of his clothes. Finally he stood naked before her. Before he could change his mind he knelt between her legs on his own bed-the bed he had kept inviolate during all the unhappy years of their marriage. Kneeling between her legs, he prayed for a hard-on. How in God's name was he ever going to get it up?

May put her arms round his neck and pulled him down on top of her. For one nauseous moment he thought she was going to kiss him. But she didn't. He lay passive atop her, not even trying to support his weight with his elbows. Maybe if I think about Ralph and Oliver. He tried. He tried to think about every lovely moment of gay love he had ever experienced. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the lovely feel of a clean slim boy licking his cock while another boy was driving a massive hunk of male meat up his ass. Somewhere deep within his groin he felt the first faint stirrings of a fugitive concupiscence.

Then suddenly his desire rose until he could swear Oliver was actually slipping that massive hunk of warm meat up the old dirt road. Abruptly his eyes flew open. He was still in nightmare land, atop the cow cunt he had married. Then he knew what was happening. She had taken that machine he kept hidden on the top shelf of his closet out of her cunt. She still held it in her hand. Now she was slipping its well-lubricated tip up his asshole.

His cock rose by leaping bounds. May felt it rising to press against the throbbing lips of her satiated cunt. She really didn't care whether this prissy little queer fucked her or not, but she knew she was going to enjoy forcing him to do something he didn't want to do. She captured his rising rod with her free hand and guided it into the slick opening between her thighs.

Already he had half a hard-on. She pushed the plastic prick against his asshole and felt it going into him surprisingly easy. She touched the switch, giving him a brief burst of vibration, and his cock finished rising to full fighting trim. Involuntarily, his pelvis drove forward, driving his cock deep into her pussy in an excellent imitation of desire. May chuckled and waited a moment. When he didn't respond again, she began moving the plastic prong gently in and out, dragging his ass up and down as his grommet locked behind the flange of the artificial cockhead. And his helpless cock drove in and out of May's satiated cunt just as if he were fucking her with frantic desire.

It was even better because with the machine in her hand May could control his movements, speed him up, slow him down, make him drive deep for her womb, or make him pull it out and diddle the head of his cock back and forth barely inside the lips of her pussy. Despite her satiation, in spite of having cum countless times until she was drained dry, she felt her raddled cunt respond involuntarily to the feel of a real live cock sliding in and out, in and out, going at exactly the speed and depth she happened to like. If she could get this little dipshit to fuck her this way twice a day, May wouldn't mind staying married.

But she knew what was making him fuck her. She knew he knew she knew. And that was that. No use, she knew, of getting into those tail-swallowing games of logic. The marriage was over but she had put up with enough from this prissy misfit. She was going to get one satisfactory fuck out of it before she tossed him into the dustbin. .

She played him like a cello, hand over his ass, drawing him out, driving him in, speeding him, slowing him, all with that marvelous plastic prick up his ass. It felt good. It felt doubly good because she was getting a sexual turn-on out of it and even better, she was getting her own back at him for all the slights and insults he had borne during their disastrous union.

She could feel hatred, rage, shame radiating from the little man but he was helpless as she was. More so, for she had him figuratively by the balls and he knew it. More importantly, she had him by the buzzing handle up his ass that kept his cock erect, throbbing, thrumming away in tune to the vibrator that was going to make him cum if she didn't watch it. She turned the damned thing off but left it stuck in him. He continued pumping away, feeding his cock to her in a workman-like manner.

May chuckled. She wrapped her legs around him and drew him in, urging him to greater efforts, faster, deeper, harder. When she felt his unwilling cock start to wilt she turned on the vibrator again. She supposed it was cruel. Hell, she knew it was. But he had married her. She had accepted his proposal in good faith. If he didn't want to fuck a wife he had no right to con one into marrying him just for social camouflage. He had been stuffing this thing up his ass alone while she lay in a cold empty room in a narrow bed wondering what was wrong with her-if she had lost some basic womanly quality. She could never forgive him that. She twisted the plastic prick savagely and he lunged his into her, achieving a record depth. "That was very good," she said. "Let's see you do it again."

CHAPTER TEN

It wasn't like that with the nameless, tied-up boy in the tower. She wasn't going to waste any pity on the boy; he had been willing to shoot her. But at least he hadn't conned her into disastrous marriage. And he hadn't stuffed his tremendous golf-ball-sized cockhead up her old dirt road. She had gotten careless and in the passion-fogged darkness she had done that to herself. She supposed she ought to be grateful to this boy for now, finally when she was nearly forty years old, May knew she had discovered what might for her turn out to be the ultimate turn-on.

She understood what her husband must have felt like that day-totally and completely unable to resist the rampant rage that tore through him, swelling his burgeoning cock to epic proportions, forcing him to fuck her no matter how distasteful he found the chore.

She wondered if the bound twelve-year-old she was straddling had any way of knowing what he was doing to her. If he should ever find out, if he were able to control his raging hard-on long enough to make it wilt, she knew she would be reduced to the same raging need her husband had been. At all costs she had to keep this boy from finding out how his misguided jab up her asshole had turned her on with a ceaseless orgasm until her whole body had dissolved and flowed into new dimensions around the one constant in her raddled universe: the glowing, throbbing, pulsating prod that was making her crotch thump and swell in unison with the raging of that rampant rod within her. It felt so gooooood.

She wanted to untie him, feel his arms around her, feel the full strength of his unbound body as it labored mightily over her, stuffing her with maleness.

But some thin thread of sanity remained. She remembered her first glance of this little monster, pointing her own rifle at her. She remembered the thoughtless instinctive way she had thrown open her robe and captured him during the moment of confusion when he had been bedazzled by the sudden sight of her splendid naked body with its perfectly non-sagging forties, her tiny waist and deep navel, the glorious rising swell of her hips and the soft smoothness of her creamy, tapering thighs. She remembered how his eyes had darted back and forth like a rat in a maze, unable to settle on a decision whether to stare at the tiny pink virginal nipples of her splendid forties or at the almost as pink natural hue of her abundant pubic patch.

It had been one of those frozen moments of which dreams are made. May knew she had to do something. This felt so good but it was killing her, this eternal endless orgasm that was wracking her lovely belly. She gritted her teeth, forced her quivering, nerveless legs to move and slowly felt her ass rise up and off that perfect prong.

She felt her ass trying to turn inside out as it struggled to eject that outsize boyfuck organ. She squeezed and forced her muscles as if she were trying to shit, and the pain became less. Finally there was only the tremendous golf-ball-sized head still behind her anal sphincter. She wondered what could have happened to let this tremendous tool slip into her anus unaware and was newly impressed with the ways of love. She tried to rise and was stuck to the boy just like a pair of dogs. He gave a sudden upward lunge as hard and as far as his lashings would permit.

It hurt. But it hurt so good May almost gave up and let herself settle back down around that tower of power. Great rolling waves of warmth pulsated through her belly, radiating outward unceasing from that prod up her ass. But she knew if she surrendered now she would be lost forever.

Fucking was fun. Nothing, she knew, could ever replace it. The second best pleasure in her life had never come even remotely close to the joy she had gotten from the rites of love. But all good things must eventually cease. She hoped she could somehow manage to forget the destructive passion that had enveloped her in the instant she had enveloped the boy's prick up her ass. This was too good. Maybe it would be all right for some people, but May knew there was some hidden safeguard left out of her body. If she let this boy keep his cock up her ass, it would destroy her just as surely as alcohol could destroy some persons while leaving others unharmed.

She took a deep breath, strained and puffed as if she were struggling to relieve herself of a king-sized constipation and, slowly rising, she finally managed to shit that passionate golf-ball-sized prod out of her asshole. The relief was so sudden and profound that for a moment she thought she was cumming again but it was only the sudden relaxation of all those straining muscles. It felt good in the same way it might feel good after she had stopped hitting her head with a hammer. She fell sideways on the floor and breathed deeply for a moment, then abruptly realized she has welshed once more on her promise to the boy.

"I'm sorry," she hastened. "You had it up the wrong hole. It was killing me." She got a pan of warm water and a rag and washed the brown stain from the boy's prodigious cock. It was still rock hard and raging. She knew there was no way out. If she wanted the boy to survive another hour, she had to let him cum.

She washed the slime of repeated cum from her own crotch and tried to guess what she wanted to do next. It was so nice to have a man about the house-even a twelve-year-old man tied hand and foot. Finally she surveyed his clean-washed cock and decided there was only one way to decide. "Which would you like?" she asked. "Suck or fuck?"

There was a moment's silence and she wondered if her pullout had driven the sullen boy into another of his sulking fits. But finally he replied, "You or me?"

It took a moment for May to realize what he meant. She was really so satiated at the moment that she didn't want to do anything except maybe snuggle up to this wonderful, hard-bodied boy and fondle his incipient masculinity. This next trick had to be for him, not for herself. She knelt beside him and lowered her mouth over the tip of his freshly washed cock. She could feel it grow by leaping bounds, hard hammering blood responding to the warmth of her lips. She raised her head from his fountain of youth and asked, "That way, or do you want to fuck some more?"

From the time it took the boy to respond she knew he was still suspicious. She could hardly blame him. She had circumvented his desire to work off a load so many times that the boy thought she was still playing with him. Probably he was thinking that whichever he asked for, she would do the opposite from the sheer perverse pleasure of exercising her control over his throbbing cuntrol tower.

When he said nothing May decided to do it the easy way, which was probably what the boy wanted anyway but was afraid to say it. She lowered her mouth over the knob of his rod again.

Working with delicate precision, she began licking the tender, sensitive underside of the boy's throbbing thumper. Instantly the boy responded with a fervor that told May she had picked what he really wanted. She put a caressing hand to his crotch and began tickling his taint. With her other hand she began a one-by-one count of the hairs on his just-furing balls. The boy began writhing and squirming, unable to control his lustful joy as she tormented his cockhead to the gibbering edge of orgasms.

She ran her finger gently up the underside of his cock, stopping only when it met her wide-stretched lips sliding wetly down the head of that cock. The boy was quivering uncontrollably. Yet she sensed he was doing his best not to buck and jump so hard that she might not be able to keep her warm, loving mouth over the head of his throbbing cock.

Even though the boy, bound hand and foot, was unable to do anything for her, May didn't feel up to working herself around where he could get his unbelievable tongue back up her own pussy. She decided to sit this one out, not let herself be distracted by any pleasure of her own. Instead, she would dedicate her whole being to working this boy's load off as efficiently and as pleasurably as possible. She was sure that a few kindnesses to him now would reap dividends once she had rested and was ready for action again.

But, running her wide-stretched lips up and down around the throbbing sphere of that golf-ball-sized cockhead, May discovered that there were times when it was truly more blessed to give than to receive. She could feel her raddled body composing itself, getting the cum-confused parts of her mind all back together. But that didn't stop her from experiencing a gentle tender turn-on that was in some ways even more satisfactory than the

Little ten-year-old Gabe, baby brother with the six hairless inches of joystick had been ramming it to her frantically that day in the grass beside the pond, doing his ten-year-old best to duplicate the funny taking-a-pee feeling that had awakened him several times lately as the climax of a dream in which he and eleven-year-old Jerry Ann Koestler from down the road had been taking each others' clothes off and then touching certain forbidden parts of their bodies-as if any girl would ever do a thing like that!

But now under the tutelage of his sixteen-year-old sister, Gabriel was not only laying atop a girl with all his clothes off; he actually had his cock inside her, right up her cunt! And it felt better than he had ever imagined anything like that could ever feel. He was euphoric from the realization that May liked it too, had just told him that if he did it right she would let him sneak into her room every night and do it again. Gabe felt that life was suddenly opening up with wondrous new possibilities.

But mostly he was concentrating on the matter at hand. He had been fucking her for something over an hour, trying one position after another and it felt fine. But for some time now he had been aware of certain lack. His hour-old hard-on was beginning to tire to the point where no amount of tickling his balls by May's clever hand, no amount of rubbing his feckless freckled face over her firm young tits could keep it up to full fighting trim. Something had to be done.

It was puzzling. On the one hand he wanted to keep on fucking as long as he could. He suspected May's attitude toward future fucks would hinge largely on how well he performed this time. But on the other hand Gabe could feel himself tiring. He knew that before long his magnificent muffin-stabber was going to shrink to its normal peanut size and that would be the end of fucking for today.

He began slamming it into her harder, faster, poking at the tight lining of her cunt from odd angles in a frantic effort to stimulate his stabber into continuing erection.

May felt the boy's accelerated pumping. She was already so joy filled with his magnificently tireless performance that May didn't believe anything could be nicer. Then as the boy's magnificently spear-headed six inches began accelerating from their steady pumping, going slowly from oil well to jack-rabbit motion, she knew something unusual was going to happen again. So far everything that had happened to her had been new. It was her first fuck and no matter what the boy did, each new experiment seemed to turn out better than the last. He had slipped it into her first in missionary position. Then the boy had single-handedly invented dog-fashion, pouring his cock to her eager ass from behind while she crouched with her ass in the air like a beetle.

That had been so wonderful that May had felt her firm young belly contract around that rampant rod, squeezing and milking involuntarily as her virgin womb strove to extract the stuff that that thing stuffed into her would fire up her ass and teach her the joys of instant motherhood. For this was in the dear dead days when May had been sixteen and the Pill still lay unborn in some scientific cocksman's fallow brain-the dear dead days when a smoldering look from the nearest swain meant instant pregnancy.

May had taken care to ascertain that little Gabe had never actually cum. She knew he would soon at the precocious rate he was growing, but by then she hoped to have somehow to have provided herself with the double vulcanized insurance against such disaster. But how, she wondered, was a sixteen-year-old supposed virgin going to walk into the only drug store of this all-eyes-and-ears community and ask for a dozen Shieks?

It was a problem she was going to have to solve if she wanted to continue savoring the sensation of this delightful six inches of hairless masculinity sliding its sharp pointed head in and out, in and out, gradually increasing speed until by now the little boy was wham-bamming his hairless crotch against the red fur of her own with the joyous mindless abandon of a berserk jackhammer.

Suddenly May was torn from her troublesome speculations by a burst of sheer raging rut inside her. She had cum before on this memorable afternoon, but suddenly the prurient poling of that pointed cockhead at the portals of her womb was prodding her into a passion far surpassing anything she had yet experienced. She felt her insides gather, contract into a tiny spastic ball of contained passion. She felt her belly gathering forces for some tremendous cataclysm. The boy was still pouring his cock to her, ram-slamming frantically as he ran some race against himself, fighting for a fulfillment he didn't clearly understand, obeying only some unstated command within his loins that he continue this pleasureful accelerating of his bobbing ass, ramming his dick into her deeper, harder, faster, striving to get in another stroke, another ten, another hundred before.... Before what? The boy had awakened from those confusing dreams with Jerry Ann Koestler's flat-chested, eleven-year-old seductivity down the road. Now he was atop a full-blown sixteen-year-old girl with firm hard tits that pointed defiantly skyward without the slightest hint of sag. He had buried his face in them, had kissed her navel and driven his tongue deep into its cup. He had caressed her ass and reveled in the lovely roundness of its fathomless design. But what was to happen next? It felt so good, this building, growing expectation. But what was it that he was ram-slamming so frantically toward?

May had only the foggiest idea, derived from observations in the barnyard where bulls would cumbersomely climb a cow, give three or four pokes, and roll off. Horses were good for a couple more pokes than bulls. Rabbits would bob like a sewing machine in passing gear for five seconds before falling sideways with a screaming whistle that left the male bunny in a dead faint. But what was it actually that happened when a male suddenly ram-slammed into a female, losing all sense of control as he bobbed his brains out through the tip of his cock? May didn't know.

She knew only that it was going to happen. She didn't know whether Gabe was old enough to fire the baby-making fuck stuff into her, but he was certainly racing down the fields of love for some kind of a touchdown. She knew it would come any minute now-perhaps even at the same moment that the gathering storm within her own belly would burst. She wondered what it would feel like. Could it feel any better than she was feeling right then? If it did May knew she was going to faint away as dead as any bunny rabbit from the sheer animal joy of it. Why, she wondered, had no adult been friendly enough to tell her of the well of pleasure that she held between her legs? All these wasted years. She was sixteen. May knew if she had possessed any initiative she could have been doing this for at least five years.

It was enough to make her cry if she hadn't been so busy trying to contain the happiness that little Gabe's phallic piston was churning up inside her firm round belly. She could still feel that unbelievable tension building inside her, as if every nerve were coiling and twisting like a rubber band, getting ready to snap and go zinging uptight in the opposite direction.

It was such a strange sensation. She had cum before-at least she thought that was what had happened when she had felt that sudden warm tickle inside her and felt the trickle of love's juices flow anew. It had been wonderfully warm and for a moment had relaxed the delicious tension that all that prodding was putting into her belly.

But now as she felt her insides gather force to respond to the frantic rabbity ram-slamming of little Gabe's eager erection, May suddenly suspected she didn't really know yet what it meant to cum.

And then very suddenly she was finding out. Balls of fire shot up her spine. Chain lightning surged from the tip of that throbbing tool inside her. She felt her tiny swollen clit explode. Her rock hard nipples suddenly throbbed in time with the cosmic cacophony coruscating deep within her womb. She felt unknown organs contract, expand, contract again, squeezing joyous jets of love's juices from deep inside her. Her spine rippled under electrical surges of rut as that spear-headed cocktip tingled at the portals of her womb, pressing against her cervix demanding entry into the sacred confines of the baby factory.

She felt her hair stand on end as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure surged through her, twisting her, turning her this way and that as her legs opened and closed around the boy's ass, rocking, rolling, throwing him every way but off. His mouth brushed across her nipples and the sensation was so magnified it felt as if she had been touched with fire. She heard herself wailing, moaning, her whole body so suffused with pleasure that she couldn't even scream. She could feel her cunt throbbing, clasping and unclasping around the tip of that tool the boy was still slam-banging into her like a berserk pile driver.

In the midst of her ecstasy, she sensed that the boy was undergoing some crisis of cum too. She wondered dimly if he was going to fire a baby into her seething snatch, but it felt so good that even if she had positively known this was going to make her pregnant with quintuplets, May knew she would not be able to will herself to stop, to buck the valiant rider off her bare body before he had finished his rambunctious ram-slamming of that throbbing penis into her fervid snatch. Will power went only so far, she suddenly realized. Nothing could prevail against the forces of fucking.

May had heard it snickered that a stiff prick has no conscience. But until this moment when her pristine young sixteen-year-old loveliness delivered itself to the toils of passion she had not realized that a hungry cunt was no more controllable than a boy's cock. She hoped that everything would work out all right, but right or wrong, May knew she would never be sorry for having spent the afternoon initiating herself and her little brother in the sacred rites of love. There was, quite simply, nothing else like it in this or any other world.

She felt the boy slackening his pace atop her. He had been slamming like a riveting machine then suddenly he had emitted a high pitched 'wheeeeee' and frozen, holding his cock deep within her. She had been so caught up in the toils of her own passion that she didn't know whether anything had come out of the tip of those wonderful six inches of hairless erection, but she knew the boy had reached a climax of some sort while she was undergoing her own explosion.

After a long frozen moment of ecstasy, the boy's death grip on her had relaxed. She had felt his body relax. He still lay atop her, breathing heavily. She felt his flaccid cockhead still inside the lips of her placated pussy. A moment earlier she would have died at the thought of his cock coming out of her, but now she was suffused with a golden glow of completion. She felt his dwindling dick shrivel another inch and then the tip fell from her flaccid cunt and slid down the cheek of her ass, leaving a slimy cum trail as if a snail had crawled over her. She relaxed, staring vacantly at a bird that flew across the open sky. It had been so good she didn't know if she could live through another one like that.

But she suspected the next day-maybe even that night-she would be ready to try it again. Gabe gave a contented groan and moved his head until his ear was over one of her tits. Even her nipples were coming back down from their proud erection of a moment ago. She felt drained, empty, used up. But it had been so gooooood. She felt like kneeling and giving thanks for this piece that passeth all understanding but she was so used up that it was better just to lie here. Minutes passed.

Finally Gabe gave a little jerk and she realized he had been asleep. "Want to go swimming?" he asked.

They had to wash off the chrisms of the rites of love. May guessed a quick swim was as good a way as any. Besides, if they came back from the pond and anyone saw them and wondered what they had been up to all this time alone, wet hair would be as good an excuse as any. Little Gabe got to his feet and dived in, an unusually clean and graceful dive for a fucked-out ten-year-old kid. May stood and stretched lazily, showing off her firm young tits to a crow that perched on a stump across the pond. Without a thought for her long red hair, she dived in after her little brother.

She was floating face up in the pond when she felt him come up gently beneath her. He put a hand between her legs and worked a finger into her pussy until he was gently sluicing water in and out of her. Suddenly May realized her brother was giving her a primitive douche. She wondered if he knew he had cum inside her, possibly impregnated her. "What're you doing that for?" she asked in alarm.

"I just want it nice and clean," Gabe said. "Why?"

Gabe looked at her in some embarrassment. "Did you mean it about me coming to your room tonight after everybody else is asleep?" he asked.

May wondered if she would be up to it by nightfall. She guessed if he was, she was. "I guess so, if you want to," she said and smiled.

"Golly!" Gabe marveled. "You just better believe I want to." He hesitated a moment and finally gathered his courage. "Tonight," he said, turning suddenly pink behind his freckles, "I may not be able to get it up again, but if I can't uh-"

May waited.

"Uh, if I can't get it up, will you at least let me kiss it?"

May decided she wouldn't mind at all. She floated lazily in the pond, legs wide apart, letting little Gabe amuse himself with her satiated snatch. The boy was thorough. Finally he decided he had scrubbed and cleaned her cunt sufficiently. Bobbing up between her legs, he planted a wet smacking kiss over her opened lips and she was mildly amazed to discover that already she wouldn't mind a bit if the boy were to decide to give her another hour's hosing right then. But ... they couldn't disappear together forever without arousing suspicion. Regretfully, she discouraged his awakening libido and they got out of the pond.

They stood naked in the sunlight until they were reasonably dry, then dressed and walked back up to the house-where she and little Gabe had rooms right down the hall from one another. It was going to work out quite nicely, May thought.

It had certainly worked out better than her marriage to that prissy dipshit who had promised so much and delivered so little. May lay atop his bed, mussing his satin coverlet, savoring the feel of his hot throbbing cock inside her cunt, guiding that cock with the plastic prick stuck up her husband's ass. It was humiliating and degrading, she knew. But after the way he had conned her into this marriage, then shut her out, she felt she had some right to be handing out the degradation instead of receiving it. It made for a nice change to have this little man fucking her frantically, his hot throbbing cock near the edge of explosion but never quite making it.

It was doubly nice because she knew how he hated it. But she had him by the balls in several different ways and the man knew his life would no longer be worth living in this community if he didn't do his stiff-pricked goddamnedest to satisfy this woman-at least long enough to get his hands on that electric vibrator. At the moment she had her hands on it, holding it deep up his ass, turning it on and off as she pleased, keeping the unfortunate man sufficiently aroused that his hot throbbing cock had to fuck her. But May had developed a diabolical instinct for knowing just when to turn it off lest he cum and end what she strongly suspected was the last time their bodies would ever meet in sexual congress.

She laughed and wrapped her legs around him, drawing his dick in deeper. She could tell from the frantic manner of his pumping that he was trying his best to cum, to end the humiliation that had begun when she discovered his secret toy. Despite being interested mainly in punishing him, May discovered that she was enjoying it. After all, a fuck was a fuck and once she had thought she loved this man enough to marry him.

Each time she touched the switch on the vibrator, the thrumming up his ass drove him as mad as it had her when she had held it in her cunt moments ago. Now that she had rested from that uninterrupted spasm for a few minutes, she could once more savor the feel of a real cock inside her. And each time she touched the switch and drove the little man to repeated efforts she could feel the vibration transmitted right through his body from asshole to cock until its tingling tip was turning her on almost as much as it did him.

She felt shimmering waves of excitement radiate from her tingling cunt, spreading outward to envelope her firm, shapely body. It was sheer rut, she knew-a colossal sexual turn-on like she had not experienced since those dear dead days with little Gabe and later with Mr. Vodkin, the teacher who had thought he was carrying on a harmless flirtation with one of his more level-headed students who could be counted on not to make a fool of herself and get him in trouble.

It had all started innocently enough when Mr. Vodkin, intrigued by the modestly dressed girl who wore no bra beneath her loose-fitting blouse and somehow managed to be more alluring than all the little fuzztails who flaunted tits and asses ... he had really liked her. She was intelligent, tended to business, and finished her assignments on time. When a tremendous stack of papers had fallen victim to a sudden wind through an open window, May had been the natural choice. He asked her to stay after class for a while and help him sort them.

Almost immediately the puzzled teacher knew he had made a mistake. He didn't know how he knew it but the instant the last student had exited, leaving him and May alone in an empty classroom, the air had become pregnant with an unstated tension. Silently they began picking up the scattered papers, working toward each other from opposite sides of the room. Soon they were shuffling about each other in a weird waltz like the mating ritual of some far-out pheasant. Mr. Vodkin kept trying to pay attention to his papers but he couldn't stop himself from leaning closer to her to catch the clean feminine smell of her long red hair hanging loose about her shoulders.

Each time she bent forward to pick up a paper he could see her firm young breasts out-lined. Once as she strained across him he even saw the tiny protrusion of one virginal nipple. Mr. Vodkin didn't know what was happening to him. He had sisters of his own. He had been educated at a coed college. He had taught high school for three years, surrounded by languorous child-women who did their callow best to seduce him. This girl wasn't even trying and suddenly the teacher knew with a sinking feeling for his career that if she came an inch closer he would be unable to control himself.

May had first fucked little Gabe almost a year earlier. She was seventeen by this time, her firm young breasts an inch fuller, her hips and thighs more lusciously edible, and her waistline as small as ever. She and little Gabe still continued their midnight games but both of them were becoming slightly bored, ready for new fields to conquer. Down the road Jerry Ann Koestler was now twelve and possessed of a lovely little pair of incipient jugs. And she had the hots for Gabe. May had been wondering how long it would take this young gym cum math teacher to decide she wanted him to endless gut-twisting orgasm of a moment ago.

It was almost as if she were reading his mind, sensing what the boy was feeling. And her mind was clear enough now to understand exactly how this was happening. I'm doing it to him, she thought. I'm deliberately controlling him and feeding him every sensation. It's almost as if I were a man and feeling what it's like to have a woman kissing and sucking and licking my cock and tickling my balls and making me feel so good I know in another minute I'm going to cum and fire great gouts of jizz into her mouth, into the air, way up to go 'splat' on the ceiling if she starts choking on my cum and pulls her head away.

Without actually realizing what was happening, May slipped slowly out of her own cunt-centered female viewpoint and was experiencing this blow-job as if she were the boy instead of the full-blown, firm-titted woman who was doing it to him. She felt as if she were actually reading his mind:

This goddamn bitch's been torturing me ever since I came in here. I wonder what would've happened if I'd just asked her for something to eat instead of grabbing that goddamned rifle. If I hadn't pointed it at her maybe she wouldn't be so hard on me. She's mad at me. Maybe she hates all men but she needs them and that's why she's torturing me, taking it out on me because , something went wrong with her years ago. Hell, I probably won't get out of here alive and if I have to go back to that fucking-that unfucking place, I don't really care.

Fuck it all. It was fun to fuck her even if I was all tied up. But it's nicer to let her suck my prick. I'm going to just lie here-hell, what else can I do? I'll just lie here and think about all the good times I've ever had-shit! When did I ever have a good time? This's the first time I've ever had my cock in a real live woman....I wonder if they're all like this. Sonofabitch! Twelve years old and I never got a chance to do this before!

Sheeeeeiiiiittttt!

I'm just going to be quiet and lie here and let her lick it and I'm not going to fight it. I'm just gonna let it come whenever it's ready. Shit, what's wrong with me? Ever since I started beatin' it off a year ago I been able to cum four, five times a day. Sometimes when I get up in the morning all I have to do is think about it and just touch it and it goes off.

Now here I am with a naked woman rubbing her tits all over me, putting her cunt right in my face till I have to lick it. I've had my cock in her mouth, in her cunt, Christ knows where else I've had it. It seems like I've been tied up here a hundred years. And I haven't even cum. She won't let me. She wants to keep it stiff so she can play with it. She's getting what she wants and to hell with me. I'll fix the old bitch. I'm not going to do anything this time. I won't buck or jump or stiffen or quiver or do anything to let her know I'm cumming. She'll get a mouthful of jizz before she knows what happened and then we'll see what happens afterward. Hell, the way she's working and playing with me she can probably make me get it up again. I wonder how long she's going to keep me here before she turns me over to the fuzz again. Shit!

I won't let her know I'm ready to cum. Like hell I won't! How can I stop it. Every time she slides her mouth down over me I can feel my balls melt and run right out my asshole. Jeez, I never knew fuckin' could be this good! Shit, she don't need to tie me up. I'd stay here forever as long as she kept suckin' my cock. Jeez, there it goes again. She's runnin' her mouth up and down my cock and she's ticklin' my asshole and she's got her other hand running fingers up and down the shank of my cock and oooooohhhhhhh shit! There she goes taking it out of her mouth. Now she's licking the head of my dick, running her tongue around it, up, down, over. Ohh, damn! There she goes running her tongue right over my balls, up the bottom of my cock, right up to the tip. I can feel it swell, shit, I'm gonna cum sure as hell. This time I'm gonna cum and she can kiss it all she wants. She can hit it or squeeze it or do any fucking thing, but I'm gonna cum!

Goddamn, I wish she'd put it deep down her throat and swallow like she did a while ago. It felt like she was going to tear it out by the roots, but it felt so good I didn't care. Ooooooohhhhhh shiiiiiitt, there she goes again licking it. Why can't she put it in her mouth again like she had it before? Oh-oh, there she goes. I can feel her mouth sliding down over it. I can feel her teeth nibbling their way down the shank. That must be her palate I'm pushing my cockhead past right now. Sonofabitch, it's tight. But it feels so goooood!

Goddamn, she's really gonna do it! She's swallowin' my cock. Wow, that feels good. Feels like the whole top of my head'd gonna come off! She's got it so far down her throat now I can feel her mouth clear down there at my crotch, touchin' my balls. Ooooooohhhhh, sonofabiiiiiitch! She got her tongue out somehow and she's lickin' my balls and she's swallowing my cockhead at the same time and ooooooohhhh, Jesus, it feels so gooooooddddd!

I can feel my cock swellin', strainin'! Shit, am I ever gonna have a strain when this's over. This goddamn bitch's gonna wreck me. Who cares? If I gotta go this's the only way to go. She's swallowin' again and I can feel her throat massaging my cock. It feels a million times better than fuckin'. It feels so good I wish she'd turn around so I could lick her pussy too.

Shit! Me a cuntlapper. We used to make jokes about that counselor with the glasses. Everybody called him a muffdiver and now here I'm wantin' to do it. Shit! Oooooohh, there she goes swallowin' again. Damn, it feels so good I can just feel myself comin' apart, meltin', runnin' right down out my asshole. Shit! I wonder if I'll ever be any good again.

Fuck it. I don't care what she does as long as she keeps on doin' that. Oooooohhhh, I can feel my cock hurtin', throbbin'. If I don't cum soon I'll blow my balls off with the backfire. Sonofabitch, she's lickin' my balls again. She must have a tongue as long as mine if she can do that without stoppin' the way she's swallowin' my cockhead. Jeez, it feels so good, I never thought anything could be this good. Oh-oh, there it comes. I gotta keep quiet. I can feel a little squirt of jizz come out. Another minute and I'm really gonna cum. I'll kill this bitch if she don't let me cum this time. I gotta be still; she feels me start to cum, she'll pull her head off and even if I do cum it won't be any fun shootin' it in the air. Shit, I might as well be jackin' off. Oooooohhh, there it comes again. Why can't I cum? All I get is these little hurtin' spurts and shoot out maybe half a drop.

OOOooooohhhhh, ow, WOW! Now I'm really gonna cum. I can feel it hurtin', squirtin'. Sonofabitch, I bet I cum a gallon. And she ain't pullin' off either. I got it down her throat and she's still swallowin' and I'm cummin'. Sonofabitch, am lever cummin'. WOOOOOOWWWW!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

May suddenly snapped out of her mind-reading reverie. She wondered how much of it was true and what portion had stemmed only from her own vivid imagination as she tried to imagine what it must feel like for a twelve-year-old boy to find himself suddenly submerged in this sea of sensuality. She hoped she was doing the right thing for the boy because if she wanted to get any more use out of him, she had to relieve that tremendous tension and let him cum at least once.

She felt the smooth roundness of his golf-ball-sized cockhead filling her mouth. She struggled to run her tongue around it and was gratified to feel his hammer throb faster, harder. Like every woman, May had wondered what it must be like to be a man. Now, feeling this trim hard body thrill beneath her, she experienced a vicatious turn-on of her own. But it was a woman's turn-on-something that affected her whole body with a warm glow of sensuality and not a man's turn-on which is mostly centered in his cock and the nerves leading from it.

But after the destroying, wracking orgasms she had been experiencing for the last hour, it was a blessed respite just to kneel there and sense the joy she was giving the long-suffering boy's joint. She ran her tongue lovingly around its tip, then dedicated herself to the chore of swallowing it.

To swallow a cock is not easy. It takes as much discipline and practice as, for example, learning to play the guitar. But May decided it was time to devote her skill to making this homeless boy happy.

She tried to relax her throat. It was like trying to swallow a giant meatball whole, without chewing it up first. She did her best to relax, simultaneously letting her head fall forward to drive his dong deeper into her mouth, past her soft palate and down the entrance to her throat. It was so big she was having trouble breathing.

But as she felt the boy's cock begin to quiver uncontrollably with the premonition of priapic explosion, May knew she was putting stars in her crown. If there was any justice in the universe-if there was any fucking in heaven the gods of love would surely reward her for the kindness she was doing this wonderfully endowed boy. She could feel her whole body enveloped in a warm lascivious glow as she let her mouth slide gently down the long straight shank of the boy's cock.

She felt her lips meet with the soft skin of his crotch, her lower lip bumping gently into the front edge of his scrotum. The shank of his cock was not crowding her mouth as that tremendous golf ball of a head had one. She managed to slip her tongue out through the tiny gap between the bottom of his cock and her teeth. She ran it lovingly around the boy's just-furring scrotum and was rewarded with a lunge as he tried to drive it harder, deeper down her throat.

She swallowed and the boy was seized with a paroxysm of delight. She felt the quiver, the tiny preliminary spurt that meant his gallons of hoarded cum would soon come soaring in magnificently unrestrained flow. She supposed she ought to get her head off his cock in time but ... what the hell? It wouldn't hurt her to swallow a little cum. She already had his cock so deep down her throat that she wouldn't even taste it. She wondered what cum tasted like.

May realized she had sucked cocks before. There were times when she would have done much more than that if it would coax another hard-on out of her exhausted partners. But always a certain thriftiness had made her stop in time, made her hurriedly switch ends and get that wonderful wand plugged into her cunt where it could do some good before exploding into ignominious spurting impotence.

But this time she was going to do it all the way, a pure and perfect work of charity for this wonderfully endowed boy with the endless inches of energetic phallus. She felt another of those warning spurts. The boy's cock stopped dead still in its thrumming, throbbing desire. Then she felt it, great gouts of goo went shooting smoothly down her throat. The boy's cock was so far into her she didn't even have to swallow, but she did, swallowed energetically and repeatedly drawing the last full measure of devotion from his throbbing, spurting, hurting, blurting bludgeon.

"Eeeeeee!" the boy whinnied. May would have moaned her own joy if she hadn't had a mouthful. She remembered with a suppressed giggle that her mother had often told her never to talk with her mouth full.

Then suddenly the boy's joy in his release was communicated to her and she found herself giggling, then laughing uncontrollably. And each time she laughed the motion of her stuffed throat coaxed another tiny spurt of cum from the boy's emptying cock.

He was lunging uncontrollably now, ram-slamming his dwindling dick into her throat, straining for the last shred of pleasure before his shrinking member subsided to leave him spent and gasping, not really believing that such a wonderful thing could have happened to brighten one day in his drab and wretched life.

They fell sideways and May lay relaxing with the boy's still jerking cock in her mouth. Gradually she felt it shrink, felt its dying head pull slowly up out of her throat, past her palate until it lay soft and wet on her tongue. For the first time in her life she sampled the salty taste of cum as a final drop dribbled from his dying hard-on. The boy moaned with satiated pleasure and moved slightly. His shrunken cock fell from her mouth. May gave a happy sigh and mentally ran over her charitable program, remembering that first day years ago when she had done a favor for her little brother, bringing him the piece that passeth understanding and, only incidentally, breaking her own cherry. Ahhhh, but it was a great life as long as she had her health and a boy to help her ruin it.

As she bent across from him to recover a stray paper, she could feel his breath in her hair. She knew his eyes were analyzing her blouse, trying to divide what was womanly artifice and how much was solid young tit pointing defiantly skyward beneath that loose fitting garment. When Mr. Vodkin was troubled with a sudden shortness of breath, May knew exactly what was happening. She wondered what would happen-if he would emit a soprano shriek of panic and go shinny up the flagpole, if she were suddenly to grab his cock.

She could see it swell and throb in the tight crotch of his pants as he squatted. It was that bulge that had first attracted her to the young math teacher. The other girls all had the hots for him. The boys hated him for they instinctively saw a dangerous rival. But May saw something more. She knew without knowing how she knew that Mr. Vodkin had never fucked before, despite having as he often loved to point out, grown up with four sisters, and gone to a coed college. Mr. Vodkin was like many mathematicians, more engrossed with theory than with practice. May's sure instinct told her that if she could capture this well-endowed young man, she would be capturing a cherry. Little Gabe had worked out quite nicely. Now she wanted to see what she could do toward education and character forming in a man older and supposedly more experienced than herself.

She gave a sigh and pretended to be stiff. It gave her an excuse to stand suddenly in front of the kneeling teacher. She raised her arms over her head and stretched, pretending a blissful unawareness of what her two tiny nipples were doing to the fabric of her suddenly taut blouse. Standing that way, her crotch was within inches of Mr. Vodkin's suddenly rubescent face. He gave a little gasp and tried to conceal it with a cough.

Smiling a secret little smile, May saw from the corner of her eye that he had dropped the papers he had picked up. His hands were opening and closing, involuntarily curving upward to grab her ass and draw her to where he could bury his face in the subtly scented triangle beneath her modest pleated skirt.

Barely in time before he could commit himself and then flee in a panicked reaction, May stepped out of reach. Pretending not to have noticed anything, she bent once more and began picking up papers. She waited until the red-faced teacher had his breathing under control, then let a paper slip from her hand. Lunging after it, she dragged a firm-nippled breast across his arm.

Mr. Vodkin stiffened and held his breath again. His face turned redder than little Gabe's had the first time her brother had asked if he could kiss her pussy. Still pretending not to have noticed anything out of the ordinary, May finished picking up the papers. She sat at a table across from Mr. Vodkin and they began sorting them out.

Several times Mr. Vodkin's Adam's apple bounced and he struggled to ask her a question. Each time he failed. Just when he had screwed up his courage to where he might be able to scuttle his career, May did an academy award performance of saying, "Oh, dear, I have to be at Miss Widmer's glee club practice. She'll be absolutely furious!" Before Mr. Vodkin could make a complete fool of himself, she rushed from the room, secure in the knowledge that once more she had "sent him away hungry." There was no need for worry. May knew she had the young teacher right where she wanted him.

CHAPTER TWELVE

It was great to have men where she wanted them. Between her legs. The bound boy she had bopped over the head and repossessed her rifle from was not between her legs right then. After something over an hour of pleasuring her, she had finally permitted him to cum-to cum explosively down her throat with a violence that had left him wan and shaken, a violence that had even startled May at the vicarious thrill she had experienced in helping the boy to discharge his first load.

The boy lay huddled on his side, hands still behind him and bound to his ankles with the chenille sash of her robe. She supposed she ought to check those bonds soon, make sure they weren't too tight or, more importantly, too loose. The boy's look of sullen hatred had disappeared.

Now he wore a slack-lipped grin of silly satiation. May was satisfied too. She knew if the deputies were to come and claim the boy that instant, she would never miss him. But it was still dark outside. She studied the passion-fogged glass on the east side of the tower and detected a faint hint of dawn.

May knew herself. She thought she knew twelve-year-old boys pretty well too. Soon there would be time. Plenty of time. "Hungry?" she asked. "Thirsty?"

The boy nodded. May rummaged through her ice box. There was no ice and supplies came so seldom that she had lost the taste for milk. She poured coffee and looked a question at the boy. He nodded. Sampling it first to make sure she wouldn't burn him, she squatted to hold the cup to his lips.

The boy took it in two gulps. "More?" she asked.

He shook his head. She looked through her cupboard again and found bread. After a moment's thought she fried an egg and made the boy an egg and bologna sandwich. After cutting it into bite-sized squares, she sat in front of the boy again and began feeding it to him. From the way the boy ate she knew he was hungry but not starving. When she asked if he wanted more, he shook his head. She took the dishes away and then remembered Big Ed the ranger had brought her a present the last time he had passed by. She rummaged through the box and found a couple of chocolates which she fed to the boy.

As he ate the sweets, she glanced at his cock. It was shrunken to normal size. She moved aimlessly about the kitchen side of the tower, putting things away and used the opportunity to pose as seductively as possible, stretching to reach top shelves and throwing her firm forties out like twin searchlights. She climbed chairs to give him a choice view of her shapely, well-muscled thighs in action. The next time she saw the boy from the corner of her eye, his cock was rising slightly. She studied it openly, marveling at the way its unprepossessing shape could grow into that splendidly shanked stabber with the round, golf-ball-sized head peeping wetly from a half stripped-back foreskin.

It reminded her of another cock she had last seen a little over four years ago. She had lain on her back atop the satin coverlet of her husband's bed, fucking him in the ass with a plastic prick, forcing him to fuck her with his own somewhat less prepossessing prod. It had been fun in a burning, bitter sort of way to get her own back at his expense.

Then suddenly she had realized that he was going to cum. She turned off the fucking machine but it was too late. He was ramming it, slamming his cock into her with an eagerness totally unlike his usual lukewarm self. She felt her love-starved body reacting. Suddenly it was as if she had not turned off the machine at all.

That old familiar turmoil began inside her belly. Great roiling waves of passion sent fireballs up her spine to explode inside her brain. He was ram-slamming frantically, pouring his cock into her from every conceivable angle as he gripped her body in the throes of a desperate passion. She was rising to meet his thrust, whamming her ass up against his crotch with a violence that made for crunching, thudding sounds as things came together. "Eeeeee!" he shrieked with a sudden access of vocability.

May felt herself melt, her belly turn inside out. It was even greater than the crazy simulated cum she had experienced with the plastic prick. This time her whole body was reacting whole-heartedly, whole-cuntedly, to the presence of a man's dick deep inside her pussy poking, slamming, shooting his load to bathe her cunt in jets of liquid fire. It was so suddenly, so overwhelmingly and unexpectedly good that May felt herself slipping right over. She was spinning, falling down into the depths of passion's pit, and then suddenly everything was blackness.

When she awoke moments later, he still lay half atop her, his flaccid cock peeping from its half down foreskin. It was such a nice cock. Too bad it wasn't for her, but May knew there were some things not worth fighting. If he wanted boys instead of her....She dozed again in sleepy satiation. The next time she opened her eyes he was gone. She glanced at the gaping door of his closet. He had cleaned it out. She glanced back at the bed and laughed. His departure had been so precipitate she saw he had forgotten to take the vibrator. She picked it up, intending to jettison it in the trash. Then she realized somebody poking through trash cans might find it and start talking. She washed it off and carefully coiled the cord. She knew he would not be back. She had been married just long enough to have lost contact with available studs. And she didn't feel like another man just then anyhow. Maybe that plastic handy dandy would come in useful some day.

The funny part was it never did. She lay down on the disheveled bed again and reviewed her life. Mostly, she remembered little Gabe and the joyous year they had spent memorizing each others' bodies. After that she mostly remembered the fun it had been giving her teacher an education.

May had been laying her plans for some time. The essential thing, she knew with an instinctive feminine wisdom, was for the young gym and math teacher never to realize she was trapping him. That was why she had deliberately planned to escape before he could commit himself. Never would that unfortunate young man be able to look back and say he had been mouse-trapped.

She had left him alone, red-faced and inarticulate. After a while he was ashamed of his lack of self control. He congratulated himself on a narrow escape and resolved never to get within grabbing distance of this disturbing girl again. Thank God, he thought, she hadn't noticed anything. She was such a serious-minded girl that she hadn't even noticed when she had dragged that firm young hard-nippled tit over his hand.

To May's total lack of surprise he had managed 'accidentally' to meet her in the hall next morning. She suspected that he had spent half the night contriving the meeting, studying out her schedules and knowing where and when she would be walking alone down a hall. From his red-faced generalities about how lovely was the weather, she also knew that he had forgotten or chickened out on some speech prepared with equal care.

"So you live alone, Mr. Vodkin?" she had finally asked.

Unable to speak, he had nodded and grown redder about his prominent ears.

When May saw he was unable to follow this lead through to its logical conclusion, she tried again. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you more with those papers yesterday," she said. "I'd stay and help you finish the job tonight except I have to take the bus."

Mr. Vodkin swallowed twice and finally managed to speak. "I have a car," he said.

"Oh, that's nice," May said. "I want to get one too. That way I won't have to depend on the school bus all the time. It'd be nice to be able to stay in town later once in a while."

"Uh-" Mr. Vodkin hesitated. "Uh, if you'd like to help me with those papers I'd appreciate it. The least I could do is drive you home afterwards."

May almost laughed at the trouble he had getting it out. She only smiled and accepted with what she hoped was innocent openness, a serious-minded young girl who wanted to help her teacher. She walked briskly down the hall and Mr. Vodkin walked even more briskly to his room to scatter the papers he had sorted out the night before after May had left him dangling.

She wondered if he would take his courage in his teeth or if there would be another window-dressing session sorting out papers before they could get down to business. When she entered Mr. Vodkin's home room she saw the stack of papers looking suspiciously as it had looked when she had fled yesterday.

May had prepared carefully. She wore a tweed skirt that came to mid-calf in the style of that year, slit at the sides to give him an occasional glimpse of knee. Beneath it she wore the tightest, scantiest pair of pink rayon panties she possessed. They were two years old and had been a little too tight when she bought them. Now they out-lined every hair and wrinkle of her red-furred cunt. The elastic cut most appetizingly into thigh and belly and she suspected any male who was permitted to see those tight panties would be obsessed with the thought of rescuing her from the possible effects of poor circulation.

Below the panties she wore virginal white ankle sox and saddle oxfords. From the waist up May, as usual, wore no bra to confine the natural jiggle that had been known to drive deacons apeshit. She wore a high-collared, unadorned white cotton blouse whose plain front possessed no ornament to draw attention from the twin bulges of those hard-nippled, firmly upward pointing tits. After some thought about whether it would be too much, so ridiculous that even Mr. Vodkin would know she was putting him on, May had finally decided male credulity knew no bounds. She wore a simple white ribbon in her hair.

As she entered the empty room, Mr. Vodkin did his best to be surprised as if he had forgotten she was coming to help in this lonely task. He glanced at the front of her blouse, glanced hurriedly away, back down at his work, out the window, at the wall, anywhere. Soon his eyes were back on her blouse.

May took the chair from across the table and carried it around where she could sit beside Mr. Vodkin. In the course of their sorting papers, one occasionally escaped her and she had to reach across him in frantic efforts to recover it. Each time she reached, her thigh brushed his. Sometimes her tit touched the table or the stack of papers in front of him, causing the sensitive young man to wince as it mashed onto an unyielding surface.

It seemed to him that such irreplaceable natural resources deserved more tender loving care than she was giving them. Time passed in companionable silence. Once when she reached across him one tiny firm nipple actually brushed the back of his hand, sending a spine-tingling suck through him and making the hairs on the back of his hand stand as firmly rigid as her nipple.

She reached past him once more for a skidding paper and mashed her tits down firmly on the table top. Mr. Vodkin winced. "Doesn't that hurt?" he asked.

May gave an innocent little girl laugh. "No," she said as she straightened and used both hands in cupping notions to brush imaginary dirt from the twin bulges on the front of her blouse.

Mr. Vodkin experienced some mysterious difficulty in crossing his legs.

May pretended suddenly to notice his discomfiture. "Why, Mr. Vodkin," she said and laughed. "I thought you grew up with four sisters."

"I did," the young man said in a strangled voice. "But all four of them wouldn't make one of you."

"Ooooohhh," she said with an exaggerated coo and fluttering of eyelashes. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No!" Mr. Vodkin insisted. "Never."

It was so easy May suddenly wondered if it was worthwhile. She squared her shoulders and faced him. "Mr. Vodkin," she said in a sober voice, "I know what this is leading to and I'm sure you do too. Perhaps it would be best if we understood each other right now."

Mr. Vodkin looked as if the priest had caught him jacking off in confessional.

"You don't want to marry me," May continued. "It would cost you your job to be involved with a student my age. It may surprise you but the plain truth is I'm not interested in marrying you either."

Mr. Vodkin stared open-mouthed at this surprising girl. His difficulty in crossing his legs seemed suddenly to have disappeared.

"I have to live in this town too," May continued. "So we're going to have to be very careful. I'll accept a ride home in your car this evening, but that must be the last time we're ever seen alone together."

Mr. Vodkin looked like he was going to cry.

"If you're willing to accept those conditions, I'm sure we can have a lot of fun together and neither of us'll be hurt. Do you agree?"

Unable to speak, Mr. Vodkin nodded. His ears were getting redder with each passing moment.

"Now," May said briskly, "let's stop playing paper chases and you can drive me home."

Once they were out of the school ground parking lot, Mr. Vodkin drove with one hand and put an arm around her shoulders. May shrugged it off angrily. "Do you want somebody to see?" she asked. After a moment she relented and took his hand. Sitting decorously away from him, she stretched her own hand to his fly and began coaxing it down. Mr. Vodkin tensed. Suddenly he drove his hand into May's crotch as if he expected her thighs to close-as if he might have to fight for every inch of the way.

She opened her legs to make room for his hand and continued teasing the zipper of his trousers down. Several times Mr. Vodkin nearly ran off the road. Finally they reached the spot May had long ago decided on. It lay close to home, only a hundred yards from the pond where she and Gabe had first explored the labyrinths of love, but there were enough trees to make a car invisible from all but the most careful search. May took her hand from his crotch long enough to point.

They parked and Mr. Vodkin wrapped both arms around her. He kissed her with an ardor that promised wonderful things to come. May responded, touching tongues and knowing from his startled, awkward response that her teacher had never before tried this tender titillation.

Despite her open-handed offer, Mr. Vodkin was a surprisingly timid lover. He seemed afraid that any sudden movement on his part would frighten her away. May smiled a secret inward smile and waited for the red-eared young man to take his courage in both hands. Finally, while still kissing her, he began unbuttoning the high neck of her blouse.

May found it strangely exciting after the matter-of-fact schedule of lovemaking she and her brother had fallen into. She knew now with absolute certainty that in Mr. Vodkin she had found a virgin even more ignorant in the ways of love than she had been a year ago. She held him tightly to her, trying not to laugh as he struggled energetically to get his hands between his chest and her doubly adorned torsoful of twin volcanoes. Finally she relented and loosened her grip enough for him to get his fingers to the buttons.

May thought she had never seen a man so totally unknowing in the details of women's clothing. He couldn't undo a simple hook and eye. He couldn't manage a button. Finally, lest he tear her blouse to shreds, she undid its fastenings herself.

Mr. Vodkin stared awestruck at the perfect pristine beauty of her well-rounded twin peaks, each surmounted like a creamy ice cream sundae with a pink little cherry. She let him stare until it became obvious that he didn't know what to do next. May opened her arms and brought him to her for another lingering kiss. Then slowly and subtly she let him know that his face between her tits would not be considered amiss.

He buried his face in her tits and began kissing, licking frenziedly. Finally he learned to fasten his lips over a nipple and dart his tongue rapidly in and out until he had coaxed it to fluttery erection. May guessed she had not been wasting her time.

Suddenly Mr. Vodkin underwent some kind of internal crisis between conscience and concupiscence. Emitting a strangled roar, he tore clothing from his body, throwing it in all directions inside the steamy windowed sedan. May bemusedly felt him tear her skirt off. He struggled with her panties and finally had them about her ankles. Before May could dispose herself for a comfortable friendly fuck, Mr. Vodkin had lifted her, pushed and pulled her, dumped her from the front into the back seat and was kneeling between her legs.

Rape, she thought dazedly. He's going to rape me! She wondered what it would feel like. Before she had time to think deeply on the subject, Mr. Vodkin's cock was poking at her crotch. Like every uninformed male, he was stabbing blindly at her pubic patch, assuming girls fucked from the front like those stick figures would-be seducers were always drawing on toilet walls.

May endured it for a moment, then finally managed to cock her knees and capture the blind-stabbing tip of his tool and guide it into her slot. She thanked the gods of love that she was already turned-on, for Mr. Vodkin's first lunge drove his dick in up to the hilt in what could have been extremely painful if he had not been dripping with love's lubrication and several times readier than she.

May sighed and tried to relax. Damn, did he ever have a big dick. She could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate this rambunctious invader. She determined not to let herself become excited. He would explode like a jackass-eared rabbit within three more of these lunging prick plunges, she knew. Maybe he would do better next time. There would always be a next time.

As it turned out, there were almost a year of next times, each better than the last until Mr. Vodkin had spoiled it all by insisting, kneeling, licking her pussy and begging her to marry him. But May had not wanted to settle down in that town-not with a schoolteacher.

She thought of that now as she posed naked, stretching arms high above her head to enhance the slim hard lines of her super body. The boy on the floor of the tower was watching her. His cock was rising again. May considered that prodigious prod and tried to decide what she wanted next. It was like being unexpectedly in a candy store with a whole quarter instead of the usual penny. Should she squat astraddle that prod and make him fuck her again? Or should she squat astraddle his mouth and let him do his damnedest with that amazingly long and prehensile tongue?

She toyed momentarily with releasing him, but the boy had tried to kill her once. May didn't mind playing with fire but she still believed in fire insurance. It was too bad she couldn't untie him. It would be nice to feel him swarm over her body in full-blown maleness, ram-slamming his rampant rod into her seething snatch. But it would be still nicer, May knew, to be alive the next day and looking forward to another fuck.

She positioned the boy on his side and arranged cushions around him until he was as comfortable as it is possible to be and remain tied-up. Then she lay in front of him head to toe. First she slid her long, milk-white thigh beneath his head until he was pillowed facing her freshly washed pussy. Then she lay her head on his thigh. She inspected his cock, counting hairs and running loving fingertips over the taut foreskin until the boy groaned and squirmed. She blew warm wet breath on the tip of his tool and waited.

The boy had learned his lesson well. She felt the tip of his nose against the top end of her gaping slit. His mouth opened to seal his lips against the gaping lips of her vulva. And inside that air-tight seal, his tongue was running in rasping circles around the swollen marble of her clit. She closed her soft tender thighs over his ears until she felt their burning heat was going to brand their outlines in the milk-white skin. The boy drove his tongue deep up her cunt and May bucked in sudden delighted surprise as she discovered that trigger deep within her was still good for a couple more pulls tonight. She felt a sudden warm wetness and realized the boy had made her cum already.

Gasping for air, she faced the window momentarily and saw that with startling suddenness it was daylight. Somewhere in the distance the forest reverberated with a whining, droning noise. "OOooooohhhhh, shit!" she moaned. It was the helicopter.

She pulled her head from the boy's crotch, and he pulled his head from her cunt. Hurriedly she washed his face. She rushed to the shattered window and pulled his pants from the hole where a bullet had removed six inches of glass. Somewhere in the distance she could hear the chopper fluttering as it searched for a landing place in the half light.

May looked at the boy. The boy looked back and she knew he was as broken hearted as she. She knew that he didn't want to run away then. He wanted to stay with her, to fuck her once more at least before they took him back to whatever he deserved for past sins.

She took the rifle from the bed and tied it to a piece of coiled clothesline. After checking once more to make sure it was loaded, she began lowering the rifle through the hole in the window opposite from the doorway where the ladder came up the tower. When she felt it touch ground, she dropped the end of the rope out the window too.

She looked at the boy. He understood what she had done. He remembered that he had lost his last wrestling match with this surprisingly muscular woman too-and that had been before she had fucked him weak and silly.

May looked around the tower. Even the kitchen knives were locked up. She untied the boy. He stood, swaying as he got back his balance. May kept her eyes on him. She walked backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. Still watching him, she lay slowly down on her narrow bed. It was getting cold in there now that she had taken the boy's pants from the hole in the window.

She listened to the chopper still trying to land. It would be at least a half hour before the men could walk up to the tower. She wondered if the boy knew it. "There's time," she hinted.

The boy approached the bed. Tender as a honeymooning husband, he knelt beside the bed. He kissed her tits, running his tongue in gentle lascivious circles around her rigid nipples. He kissed her torso, worked his way down her flanks and stifled her giggles with a deep augering tongue up her navel. May took a deep breath, savoring the poignance of this farewell.

The boy kissed his way down the smooth curve of her belly. He kissed each hair of her pubic triangle, gently forced her thighs apart to kiss the tender inner surfaces. He ran a burning line of kisses up her thigh and finally once more his tongue was titillating the swollen lump of throbbing sensitive flesh that was her clitoris.

May thought she was going to cry. The boy was turning her on, driving her wild with the desire to fuck, but he was so tender, so wistful with the knowledge that this would be the last time that May could not bring herself to hurry him.

Just as she was giving up hope, he climbed gently onto the narrow bed and positioned himself between her opened thighs. May found the covers and pulled them up over him tent fashion, and in the warm privacy she felt his mouth settle over her tits. He kissed first one, then the other into raging rigidity, then put his mouth to hers. May felt her heart would break at the poignant tenderness of his kissing. She thought he was breaking her cherry all over again when she felt that golf-ball-sized slammer pushing at the portals of her pussy. Slowly it slipped in. She felt her insides turn to water as the boy began gently, lovingly fucking her with a tenderness she had never experienced before.

Somewhere in the distance she heard the chopper engine slow to an idle, then stop. The boy must have heard it too. Imperceptibly, he picked up the rhythm of his long deep dick stroking. May came suddenly, explosively, feeling her heart and soul turn to peanut butter and flow stickily from her sopping cunt. The boy never missed a stroke.

She felt her insides gathering strength for another storm and then suddenly the boy was starting to bob uncontrollably, slamming his barely -haired pubic triangle into her well-furred muffin. Each time he slammed it into her, the round blunt head of his cock touched some secret trigger deep within and May felt her insides melt, twist, transform into new and startling contours to shape her passion pouch around the swollen outlines of this bumping, thumping, boyfuck invader.

May found herself wailing, shrieking her joy, her passion, her grief at the knowledge that this gloriously explosive cum would be the last she would ever experience with this wonderfully quick-learning boy. Then suddenly it was over. He came in great blurting spurts mingled with the flowing juices of her own dissolution. She bucked her ass up against his thrust in a final lunge of passion and they fell apart, still loosely connected by his shrinking spear.

A silent minute passed then May forced herself to get up. She warmed water on the stove and washed herself. She washed the boy and helped him get his clothes on. A moment later she heard men shouting at the bottom of the tower. The boy looked at her. She looked at him. Trying not to cry, May opened her arms. The boy flew to her and they exchanged a final passionate kiss. Then May stepped to the door of the tower. "He's coming down," she shouted. "Don't hurt him."

A moment later she stood in the tower doorway watching the boy descend to the gaggle of waiting deputies. They hustled him away down the hill.

One deputy climbed the ladder. "He give you any trouble?" the man in cowboy hat and pistol asked.

"Not a bit," May said. "He was cold and hungry.

I tried to give him a little kindness along with the coffee." She shrugged. "You never can tell. Might do him a little good someday."

"Couldn't do any harm, I guess," the deputy said. "But you're lucky. That's the little bastard killed his mother and father and five sisters a year ago."

"I guess I am lucky," May admitted. The deputy sensed she didn't want to talk about it any more. He said good-bye and call on us whenever you need us and similar things and then May was alone. After they were all gone, she realized she had forgotten to ask about the other seven boys who had escaped.

She got on the telephone and told Big Ed what had happened, and that she needed a new window if she wasn't to freeze to death up here. Big Ed promised to have it fixed that afternoon. "By the way, May," he added, "don't let your guard down. They got two more of those kids, but that still means five of them are running around loose. And the colder and hungrier they get, the meaner they'll be."

May promised to take care. As she hung up she realized she'd better climb down that fifty feet of ladder and get her clothes line and empty rifle back. She put on a jacket and pants and slipped into her boots and began climbing down. She was already on the ground before she saw the boy.

This boy was taller than the one she had just turned over to the deputies. He looked at least a year older. He held her rifle and, from the way the clothesline still dangled from it, she knew he hadn't had time to learn it was not loaded.

The boy was nearly as tall as May. Dark curly hair gave him a Mediterranean look. Greek, maybe Italian. She studied the bulge in his tight Levi's. Damn, could all that be cock? Suddenly she remembered to look terrified, the way a woman was supposed to look when a stranger, a virile stud pointed his rifle and his gun at her. The boy waved with the rifle, pointing at the ladder up to the tower.

May began climbing, feeling a warm premonitory glow in her crotch at the knowledge of what was going to happen once she got to the top of the ladder. She glanced down.

Behind and below her the unsuspecting boy clutched the empty rifle awkwardly in one hand as he climbed up after her into the tower.

As May climbed through the door and got ready to throw open her coat and dazzle him with an unexpected pair of naked tits, she wondered where the other four boys out there in the woods were. With a little luck, she could fuck them all.

THE END
The Fire In May's Bush ....(103k)    by Grace Eddy




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