How much of the basic sex drive in humans is learned and how much is instinct? This question often comes up when adults take it upon themselves to "instruct" children and youth in the pleasures and practices of sexual gratification.
What do the experts say? In the book The Fundamentals of Human Sexuality it is pointed out that while sexual behavior is easy to attribute to and point out in animals, it's harder with humans. They say that human sexual behavior is so profoundly influenced by learning experiences that it is extremely difficult to sort out the effects of sex hormones on the sex drive. Some interesting observations have been made in recent years which merit further study. For example, the deprivation of sex hormones through removal of the ovaries or testes has little or no effect upon the sex drive in adults. Administration of female sex hormones to males seems to diminish the sex drive in some instances, however the administration of male sex hormones seems to enhance the sex drive in some women.
So what about the sex education classes in school? This is not the sort of sex education we're talking about. That is strictly theory. We are more concerned with the "show and tell" type of sexual instruction.
In many large families there is a widow or a favorite aunt, who often helps out some of the more forward and the more needful young teenagers in her clan. This might be done in any of several ways, from helping a young boy to overcome his bashfulness so he can learn to dance, to the actual nitty-gritty of sexual intercourse.
Many of these "Love teachers" in a large family will match their instruction to the needs of the boy. If he is fifteen and has never known a conscious climax, she may need only show him that masturbation is a normal childhood act. In almost every case, the family in general have some idea what Aunt Grace is doing, and look the other way, or in some cases become her biggest boosters and helpers.
But what about the psychology of this sort of teaching? Where does it leave the teacher? In this story this is the basic problem for Meri Lou Courtland, an attractive woman of thirty-four who lost her husband, and now functions as the clan's love teacher. But how can she hold her own life together with these occasional teaching periods?
What about her own tastes and desires, her own plans for the future?
Meri Lou has been in this kind of teaching for two or three years now, and seemingly is desperate to strike out in a new direction. A local doctor at the hospital where she serves as a volunteer strikes sparks with her and they soon find that their physical relationship is ripening and growing into something much more deep and permanent.
But Meri Lou is confronted with her seemingly real attraction to these younger boys. Is she really a sexual misfit who must go outside the law and outside the normal standards in order to find total sexual satisfaction? Or is this boy-love a passing imagine that will be gone and forgotten once she can settle down with a loving husband again?
The question here is not a simple one, as Meri Lou soon finds out, and despite her resolve to go one way, soon finds that she is irresistibly drawn along a route that perhaps was mapped for her in the stars the day she was born.
Meri Lou faces the real test of her ability as an adult, functioning woman. How she solves this dilemma is both interesting and enlightening, and we trust that her problem, and the way she comes to grips with it, can offer help to others who may have had a similar problem.
While legal statistics are hard to obtain in this specific field, it would seem that the number of women charged with contributing to the delinquency of minor male children is on the rise. This study might have helped them before they were caught, and perhaps could have solved some of their problems in time.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Meri Lou Courtland stared at the picture of the nude man water skiing. The damned spray came up over the most important part of him, but she could see the heavy hanging balls and a hint of the swaying penis. Damn, what would it be like if it was hot and hard and wanting her?
She rolled over on the bed where the patch of afternoon sun slanted in. The brilliant warm sunshine covered an area four feet wide and six feet long. She lolled in its warmth, naked now, fresh from her bath. What a glorious feeling it was to have the sun on her tits again. Meri Lou rubbed her boobies and wished Willy were here. But Willy was gone, gunned down in a liquor store holdup where he was only a customer.
She rubbed her breasts harder and sighed. Willy had been a damned good man; he fucked like crazy and brought home the money. He was still bringing home the money. He was still bringing home the money from his insurance policies. She let the sun soak into her soft flesh. She was going to have to get back on her diet. Three more pounds, she didn't see where it came from.
Then she remembered Claude was coming. He was fourteen and a nephew, one of Harriet's boys, and it was time he got a little bit of family education. She hummed a tune as she got up and dressed, putting on a bra for the first time in weeks, then a white blouse with the ruffles. She didn't really need to, but she went ahead and put on panties, then pantyhose and a long granny type skirt. She used perfume liberally, then combed her long red hair and wrapped it into a knot at the back of her head and pinned it in place. Meri Lou brushed her teeth with the good tasting mouthwash dentifrice and smiled at the mirror. It was a fine face, pretty even, and she'd be married again if it wasn't that she was having so fucking much fun.
She thought about the boy coming, Claude, and she grinned, then rubbed her breasts and laughed. Her old boobies were going to have a workout today. The kids were always so fascinated with tits, it was amazing. She laughed softly and reached between her legs and pushed against the softness there.
A minute later she was in the kitchen getting the drinks ready. She had Cokes, root beer, 7-Up and jellied doughnuts. That should take care of the kid's stomach. When it came to the part lower down she'd be the one doing the eating. The thought of his small little prick ramrod stiff and jutting into the air made her sigh and open her mouth in anticipation. Goddamn, but she was going to get messed around with today, pinched and poked and sucked, and maybe fucked!
She was just putting ice cubes in an ice bucket when the door bell rang. She checked her appearance in the hall mirror then ran to the door. It was Claude.
"Hi there, Claude, glad you could come. Come on in."
"Mom said you called about the lawn. Don't look like it needs mowing to me."
Claude was smaller than she had remembered, about five-four, but she was only five-five. She caught his hand and led him into the kitchen.
"Well, it isn't the lawn, some of the flower beds in back could use a good weeding, and I hear you're saving up for that new ten-speed bike." He saw the Cokes.
"You probably just came from school, right, Claude? So you need some nourishment," Meri
Lou said. She waved at the drinks and snacks.
"Hey, wild! Thanks, Aunt Meri Lou. You're the best aunt I got."
She watched him as he drank the Coke from the bottle. His face was round, cheeks starting to show a few pimples, his eyes a deep blue. He was slender, a tight little belly and good shoulders showing through the tight white T-shirt. He grinned as he drank the Coke.
"Aren't you going to have one?"
"Give me a slug of yours," she said, reaching for the bottle. She tilted the bottle and drank four swallows.
Claude watched her in open admiration. "Wow, I've never been able to drink that way."
"Secret is to get both your lips on the opening." She showed him.
He tried it and it worked. "Hey, wild! Great!"
"How's everything going at school, Claude?" She had sat down across from him at the small kitchen table.
"Oh, you know, just school. Be over in five more weeks."
"Bet you've got a girl friend."
"Naw."
"Bet you have. Isn't there one of the girls who's getting good-sized tits on her that you like?"
He lifted his head in surprise, then chuckled. "Well, this one ninth grader ... wow, big ones." He scowled. "But she's going steady."
"You like big breasts?" She stood and picked up a magazine she had planted on the kitchen counter. It was a Playboy with a review of the year's Playmates. "There are some whoppers in there. I'll be right back."
She walked out of the kitchen into the hall and pretended to go into the bathroom. Instead she just closed the door to the bath and waited for a minute. Then she tiptoed back to the edge of the kitchen door and peeked in.
Claude had the Playboy opened to the centerfold, a three page beauty of a little blonde with big tits with half of her pubic hair showing. She was beautiful. Meri Lou watched him shake his head and glance back at the door. She ducked out of sight and looked back just in time to see his hand go to his crotch. When he rubbed up a good stiffy, she went back in.
"Oh, you like her. She's nice, but her tits have too much sag, look at that." She showed him, then took the book. "Now back here is another broad who has really good knockers, I mean nicely formed, classic, not the largest but delicious." She found the page and opened it, showing three pictures of a sleek redhead with perfect breasts and red hair glistening at her crotch. "Incidentally that's the only way you can tell a real redhead; if her pussy hair is red, too." She laughed. "Hey, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
She saw the bulge was still in his pants, and he turned now so she couldn't see him rubbing it.
"Hey, Claude. You know all about girls?"
"Sure, I took sex education class."
"Wild. But what about real girls? You do some messing around with them I bet."
"Nope, not me."
"Now, come on, Claude. You mean you've never tried to feel a girl's tits?"
"Well, once or twice, I guess," he said, turning away.
"How did it feel?"
Claude laughed and turned back. "What do you care?"
"Oh, just interested. Did you get a really good feel?"
"Nope, she pulled away and ran into the house." house."
"Was it at night, dark?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"That's how most boys start finding out about girls." She looked at him, caught his hand. "Claude, I'm a girl."
"Yeah, I noticed that," Claude said and laughed.
"Do you want to ask me any questions about girls, you know, just anything you can't ask your mom?"
Claude scratched his head, looked at her breasts, and his glance slid away.
"Claude, I mean anything, about my breasts, my vagina, how it feels to be kissed, just anything, Claude."
"No lie?"
"Sure, what's it going to hurt? We can be friends, and friends should trust each other."
"Well. . . does it hurt when somebody feels your breasts?"
"No, Claude. A breast is flesh, just like any other." She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder. "Does that hurt?"
"'Course not."
"Does this?" She punched him with her fist on his shoulder.
Claude jumped back and rubbed his shoulder. "Yeah, a little."
"Claude, it's the same way with a breast, a tit. If you touch it gently, it doesn't hurt, if you pinch or punch or slap it, it hurts, and more than doing the same thing on your shoulder. If I had hit your balls that hard, it would have hurt you more, right?"
Claude laughed. "Wow, I've never heard anybody talk like this before. I mean an adult, talking about tits and balls. Wow, you're okay, Aunt Meri Lou."
"Thanks, Claude." She hesitated. "Any more questions? It doesn't have to be about tits. But, Claude, a woman does like to have her breasts rubbed and smoothed and felt up, but only when she's in the right mood. Women are funny that way. Most women and girls seem so cold and unsexy, but you know that every woman with a baby must have been fucked, right?"
Claude laughed. "You really said it, didn't you?"
"It's a good descriptive word, Claude." He stood up watching her. She moved toward him. "Claude let me tell you something else about girls. We like to be fussed over, talked pretty to, brought presents, told how nice we look. It's all a part of the big buildup. You don't just walk up to a woman, say 'Hi' and try to rub her tit."
Claude grinned. "Yeah, and ... and, you sure do have nice ones, nice breasts."
"Why, thank you, Claude, you're starting to learn. Maybe you're ready for the more advanced course on girls."
"Huh, what's that?"
"Have you ever kissed a girl, you know, for real?"
"Once. She let me the first time, then she ran."
"You seem to have trouble hanging onto girls, Claude." She leaned forward as she said it and kissed his soft young lips. At once she felt a blinding surge of desire flood through her body. She held the kiss only a second and then pulled back. "You feel anything?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's ... I felt something." He stared at her now, his eyes still hungry. His eyes looked down at her breasts.
"Bring your Coke and come in here," she said. He followed her to the big sofa in the living room. The blinds were drawn and it was half dark. She sat down on the softness and patted beside her.
"I think it's time you and I have a long talk about girls and boys, and kissing, and necking and petting."
Claude sat down beside her, his knees spread, one of them rubbed her leg. She could see the bulge in his pants now, the sweet promise of his untried boycock.
"Guess so, I didn't want to work, anyway."
"Claude, girls like to kiss and neck just as much as boys. The only thing is you have to go slow, take it easy. Don't grab. Never just grab a tit or it's all over before you even get started. Say you have a girl out, first tell her how pretty she looks. You can practice on me. Go ahead, pretend I'm your date."
"That's silly."
"Sure it is, but try it, learn how to do it. We girls like it, and no matter how plain or homely we are, we just eat it up when a boy tells us we're pretty.
Go on, try it."
He shrugged, looked down at her tits and tried.
"Gee, but you sure look pretty tonight."
"Thank you, Claude, that's nice of you." She reached over and kissed him. This time she held the kiss longer and when she let go, he was breathing heavier. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Try it again."
This time he leaned in toward her and his arms went partway around her shoulders. Their lips met and hers parted at once, her tongue probing against his lips, washing them. She held it longer this time and at last pushed away, knowing that her body heat was building, feeling her tits begin to throb with pounding hot blood. Her nipple began to rise.
"Oh, yes, now that was better. You sort of watch the girl and listen to her breathe. When you hear her breathing fast and deep, you know she's starting to feel good, kind of sexy. Then kiss her again. Somewhere along the line, when you think she's ready, you kiss her again, only this time you reach over and put your hand over her tit, like this."
She took his hand and placed it over her ruffled blouse on her tit. Then she kissed him. This time her tongue wormed past his teeth and probed inside his mouth.
She heard him groan, and she dug deeper with her tongue, pushing harder against his hand with her breast. His fingers never moved, stayed exactly where she had placed them. She pushed back, leaving his hand there.
"Is that fun, Claude?"
"Huh, oh, yeah, damn, yeah!"
"If you like your hand there, why don't you move it around a little, rub."
He did, and Meri Lou sighed deeply. She wanted to kiss him again, to reach out and pat his hot prick, to spread her legs for him. Instead she groaned softly. "I like that, too, Claude. You know, since Willy died, no man has been nice to me like this."
He looked up. "No lie? You haven't been ... I mean not since ... all that time?"
"Well I'm a widow, Claude. You don't think I just run out on the street and grab a man, do you?"
He shook his head.
"Claude, darling, rub both of them, would you?"
Claude couldn't believe it was happening. He had come over not very happy at having to mow the lawn. He was going to go down to the playground and see if he could get that little Whaley girl in the bushes again. But, wow! This was a hundred times better! He put his other hand over her other tit and began to squeeze and rub gently. He knew he was getting close. His damn cock was so hot he thought it would pop. Then he couldn't hold it and he groaned and humped his hips twice and felt the goo squirt out. Ow, wow, he was feeling of tits and blowing his wad at the same time! Now that was a first for him. He looked at his Aunt Meri Lou, but saw her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. For just a second he wondered if he could get a button open without her knowing it. His hands darted to the buttons and he found two he unfastened, then one hand went back outside as the other one wormed past the opening and inside to her bra.
HIS DAMNED HAND WAS ON HER BRA! For a minute he thought he was going to shoot another load. Then he breathed deeply and bent forward, kissing her lips again, losing his hold on one tit but keeping the other one. She seemed to flow against him, to push so hard, and her lips were open for the kiss, his tongue not really knowing what to do.
For just a moment he thought her hands were on his crotch, but that couldn't be. Then he knew it. SHE WAS RUBBING HIS COCK!
He groaned again, wondering if he could cum this fast again, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth. She was groaning now, panting, and he didn't know what to do. Her hands were both rubbing his pants, rubbing hard. His hand tried to worm under her bra, but there was no room. He rubbed her breast hard now, wishing he had his hand inside on her bare skin.
She broke away from his kiss, still rubbing his cock through his pants.
"Oh, darling Claude, that feels just heavenly, just super, so sexy, so damn sexy." Her eyes came open and she smiled. "Darling, do you like it? Does it feel good."
He nodded, knowing he couldn't say a word. Now he reached up for her breast.
"Darling, would you take my blouse off, it's so warm in here."
"Take it off?"
"Yes, please. Unbutton it and slide it off my arms."
He did, feeling a wild, vibrating thrill as he let the last button go and spread back the cloth. Her breasts were good, not as big as those in Playboy, but five times as big as the Whaley girl. She shrugged and the white blouse fell down her back. Her bra was white and lacy, contrasting well with her suntanned skin. He wondered where she got suntanned that way. Then his hands were rubbing them again.
"Oh, yes, Claude, that's nice. You're doing what we call the foreplay; that's just getting a woman warmed up, and I love it." She held him and leaned sideways on the sofa, pulling him with her until he lay on top of her. She felt his hard prick now pushing in on her stomach and she grinned.
"Claude, you've got a hard cock, right?"
He nodded.
"That's good. You don't have to try and hide it. I'm glad. It makes me feel that I'm woman enough to excite you, to make you get hard, and that's important to a woman. Kiss me."
He did holding onto each breast as he did, and she loved it all. She wondered how far she should go with him this first time? She was going to bare her tits and get them played with, that was for sure, but how much more? It would depend on his reactions. She knew her hot blood was still boiling and his hand set her breasts to burning.
Reluctantly she pushed him away from her lips. "Darling Claude, would you like to see my titties bare?"
"Oh, wow, yeah! Could I? I mean they're the prettiest tits in the world, and you're beautiful and you've got me so hot I shot a load in my pants already."
"Damn, you wasted it."
She pushed him back and sat up. The blinds were down, she didn't have to worry about that, and there was no window in the door. She relaxed and grinned at Claude. Somehow he didn't seem like he was half blood relation to her. He was a young boy who needed to learn about sex, the right way.
Slowly she reached in back of her and began to unfasten her bra.
"Claude, tell me how you feel, what you're thinking about right now, and when you see my bra go and my titties pop into view, all right?"
He nodded. "Wow, I'm sexed up like crazy, and here is this girl who says she'll take her bra off, I mean all the way off, and I know I'm getting sexed up even more. Wow, oh, man, I know I'm gonna cum again. This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me and now I'm trying to remember just how great it is. I want to remember it for as long as I live. The very first time that I get a chance to look at live girl tits. Wow, it's loose now, the bra is loose and starting to come down. I don't know what it's gonna be like when I see them beautiful, real life girl knockers!"
CHAPTER TWO
Meri Lou jiggled her shoulders to make her breasts move, so the bra would slip down quickly. It had been almost three months since she had done this for one of her nephews, and she was as eager as the boy. She shook again and watched as the cotton bra slid the last little bit, hung on a nipple momentarily, then dropped into her lap.
A surge of hot blood drove through her veins, and she knew there was a hot, wet spot at her crotch. She wiggled a little to relieve it, and all the time she began to breathe faster and watch the boy.
His eyes flared wide, a big grin on his face, and she laughed softly as his mouth dropped open.
"They're so big," he said softly, pushed a little closer but didn't touch her. "They're so perfect, so round and even, and smooth. Wow, you must be proud of them."
"Proud? I guess so, but that's like saying you're proud of your prick. It's just part of the way we're made."
"What's the red ring around them, they hurt?"
"No, silly that's just the areola, it's a ring, a colored ring, and it's perfectly normal, sometimes they're pink, sometimes more brownish. Touch it if you like."
His hand came out gently, so softly did he touch her breast that at first Meri Lou wondered if he felt her at all. Then she sensed the warm glow and she knew he was there. She looked down and watched his hand caressing her tit, first one, then both at once.
"Do you like that?" he asked eager to please. "Am I doing it right?"
"Oh, yes, darling, just beautifully. You're so good at it. That's perfect."
Meri Lou leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying his touch, wanting to fall over and lie down, but afraid she might frighten him. She smiled, then reached down and rubbed his hard cock again. She wondered how big he was? Before he could move she had unzipped his pants and pushed her hand inside.
"Oh, damn, I'm cumming again." He squeezed his eyes shut and his hips humped forward. She pushed inside his shorts and caught his rigid young prick just as he erupted and stroked him fast until he had stopped spurting.
"How do you feel right now?" she asked.
"Oh, wow, the greatest, just terrific, like I just jacked off, I mean wild and wonderful, like the whole world was mine and I can do anything I want to." He shook his head and looked back at her breasts. "Am I really playing with your tits? Damn, I never thought I'd do that. At our picnic you wore that halter that kind of hung loose and I moved around so I could see more of you, you know how the tits hung in there. But this, wow!"
"Would you like to kiss me again?"
"Girls like kissing, right?"
She nodded. He kissed her, his mouth open this time to take her tongue. She rammed it into him hard, as far as she could reach. When she came away from him, she smiled.
"Yes, Claude, girls like kissing, and hugging and petting and fucking. But most of all, girls like to be tit-kissed. Would you like to kiss my floppers?"
"Oh, wow!" he said.
She sat up a little straighter and pushed out her breasts and let him kiss them. She laughed and groaned as he nuzzled her, then sucked one of her beauty-bites into his mouth.
"Oh, Claude, that's great, it's been so long since anybody's done that, so nice, so nice." As she said it she began to work into his shorts again, finding his limp prick. When she had it in hand she decided she wanted his pants and shorts down. As he sucked she reached down low and undid his pants. Then she pulled away from his eager mouth, slid off the couch and began taking down his pants.
"Hey, you want them down?"
"Oh, yes, girls like to see boys' things, too. I want to look at your cock. After all, you're playing with my titties, so I should be able to see you, right?"
She didn't wait for agreement, simply pulled down his pants, then worked down the tight shorts until his hard prick popped out.
"He's ready to cum again, look at him," Meri Lou said. "Oh, he's just luscious." She bent and kissed his four-inch prick and watched it jerk, then she sat up and pushed her tit back toward his mouth.
"Want to try the other one?"
He did, sucking and chewing on it until Meri Lou wanted to start humping her butt at him. She was so hot she could shout.
"A girl is more than tits, you know, Claude. Why don't you see what else you can find?"
He grinned and slid his hands down her stomach to her skirt.
"All that cloth gets in the way," he said. "Take it off."
Claude grinned, tried to find the clue to how it came open, but at last let her do it. When it was unfastened, he slid off the long skirt.
"Wow, legs!"
"Yeah, most girls have two of them, but it's what's between them you'll like most."
His hands worked up her legs, and Meri Lou almost shouted. It had been almost a month since she'd had a good solid fuck, and that was on a date with a salesman. She'd met him in the park and let herself be picked up, and it had turned out just super.
Now she aimed his hands at her crotch and felt them sliding back and forth across her covered cunt.
"It's not nice to tear holes in panties or pantyhose, Claude," she said. She pushed him away and swiftly pulled down both at once, flipping them onto the carpet, then sliding down to the floor.
"Darling, we'll have more room down here." She said it as she turned on her back, lifted and spread her legs. "See anything there you haven't seen before?"
His hand was on his cock now jacking it off and he stared at her cunt.
"I'll be ... wow, a real girl's cunt. Oh, damn, but nobody is ever going to believe me."
She slapped him hard. He gasped and held his cheek and frowned down at her.
"Now why the hell did you do that?"
"Because you've got to remember. Anything we do here is never talked about, not even whispered about. You're family, and that could get me into trouble, but more than that, it's a real service to you. Where else could you learn about girls? That's part of my present to you, my growing up present. And I'd just never talk to you again if I ever heard that you'd talked about our little game."
"I won't say a word, so help me. Just got carried away. My, you are a real girl."
"Just be sure you remember not to say anything." She lost her frown and smiled. "Now, you little fucker, go ahead and poke around down there and find out what a cunt is all about."
He did. She yelped as two fingers jammed up her vagina, then she purred as he found her clit and stroked it, not knowing what he was doing. She showed him what it was.
"That's a tiny little penis a girl has, it does the same job and it helps her to get her rocks off the same way you do."
"No lie?"
"Yeah, it's the fucking truth."
They both laughed. Then his fingers went back to probing and exploring, lifting her leg, staring at her crotch and cunt and then her rectum and he shook his head.
"I can't hold it no longer, I'm gonna cum again."
"Try to get inside!" she said quickly, but before he could he flopped on top of her and pumped away with his kid cock on her stomach. The hot jism splashed on her belly and she was surprised at how hot it was and how far up it came. It was at least his fourth load.
"Now it's your turn to work," she told him after he had cooled down a minute. "Get your finger back on my clit and see if you can make me cum."
He stroked it, just where she showed him. She brought his other hand up to her tit where he rubbed and rubbed until she got so hot she wanted to bellow. The finger below kept building and blooming her passion until she knew he had done it. She was going to go over the top. Her breath came in panting gasps and she felt a gigantic shudder boiling through her. When it broke she shook like a rag doll in a lion's mouth. His finger slid off the spot and he jumped back in surprise.
But by then she was gone, sailing over the snow in a majestic sled that swooped down hills and through valleys, brilliant in the moonlight, casting a silver glow on everything. She felt her passion building again and the jolting, rocking spasms tore through her a second time, spreading like mystic fire into every pore, attacking every nerve ending in her body, lighting her fuses for a million tiny explosions that left her beaten and exhausted and groaning in pleasure/pain on the living room rug.
She was vaguely aware of him over her. He had rolled away and toyed with one of her tits, and he was talking, but she didn't understand him. She coasted and sailed along in the sweetness of afterglow. It was wild and weird, but she wouldn't really be back to full consciousness for another five minutes. She lay there knowing he was playing with her, but liking it, letting it feed her memories of Claude and how she had initiated him into the rites of manhood in her own way, at a time of her choosing, and when absolutely no problems or dangers could result. It had worked before and she saw no reason why it wouldn't this time. She felt his hands playing with her and knew she could let him touch her again and come to another even more thrilling climax, but she resisted. Her job with Claude was over. He'd had his first taste of a real woman, but not in some alley grab-assing with some little girl as scared as he was; Claude had a taste of cunt and tit from a mature woman who knew what to ask him to do, what to do to and for him, and to keep it quiet so no one, and especially not his mother Harriet was any wiser.
She moaned once more and sat up.
"Claude, the party is over. You can kiss both my tits again, then get your clothes on, and I'll show you that flower garden in case you want to weed it."
"Fuck," he said and grinned. , Ten minutes later she was dressed and they went into the back yard. It had a six-foot fence on three sides and the house was on the other side. The place stood a little higher than the rest of the ground, so no one could look down on them.
Claude looked at the fence and grinned. "You sun in the nude out here, I bet."
She frowned at him then lifted her brows and grinned. "Sure, sometimes, when I know the neighbors are gone."
"You probably even fucked out here in the sunshine," he said.
"Oh, no, I'd be too scared that somebody might be looking over the fence. It's happened more than once, you know."
"More than once you've been fucked back here?"
"No, silly, more than once the neighbors lean over the fence and talk. Now that's the flower garden, want to pull the weeds?"
He looked at his watch. "Yeah, I'll do it for a dollar, but tonight I got a place to go. How about tomorrow after school?"
She hesitated. He hadn't said anything about a meeting before. Then she nodded. "That's fine. I'll probably be out at the tennis courts. The trowel is on the wall over there and you can put the weeds in that garden garbage can. I'll leave the dollar around the handle of the trowel."
"Great." He smiled and his hand came out toward her breasts, but she caught it and shook it. "Very nice to meet you, Claude." Her voice lowered. "And remember, not a little word about our secret to anybody, right!"
"Yeah, and it's a secret worth keeping." He grinned at her again, then rubbed his cock through his pants and sprinted for the side gate.
She laughed at the way he ran, so young, so I eager, so much to look forward to. She remembered her own younger days. They had been fun, a million things to do, places to go, boys to tease and girls to gossip with and fight with-over j boys of course. Then one boy had called her bluff and her teasing, and she had never looked at another boy after that. It had all happened so fast. Did she think she had missed her youth? That she hadn't gone on to college and been in on the big parties and the fooling around, the dates to football games, and the dances, and proms and lectures and all that? No, she really hadn't missed that.
She had married Willy six months after high school and right away they found out she was not going to have any kids, so they just played it hard and furious for five years, traveling, having fun, doing things, going sking, learning to scuba dive, it had been a ball. And they balled twice a day if they wanted to, in every place in every position that any of the marriage manuals showed.
No, she wasn't sorry she had married Willy. It had brought her into a big family, and she had never had any real family at all. Harriet was really her sister-in-law, but that was fine because she still called her "sister." Willy had four brothers and four sisters, and seven of the nine lived around this area, so there was lots of family almost too much, sometimes.
She went over and closed the gate that Claude had left open when he ran out. Claude, now there was a boy who was going to be one smooth fucker with a little practice. He'd be good, just as Willy was good. Damn! The things he had taught her. She didn't have the nerve to ask him where he had learned them.
Meri Lou went back into the house and found the book in her dresser drawer. She wrote the date and put down Claude's name. It had been three months since the last time she'd held class. She really thought of it as a service to the family, these little sex lessons. She counted back. Eight boys she had taught. Now three of them were married, and they still joked about their secret. It had been over a four-year period, and in all that time nobody in the family had so much as breathed a word. She had started it accidentally one day when she was hotter than a firecracker, with no real chance for any sex. The boy had thanked her so much that he had sent his younger brother who had been just fourteen at the time. The younger brother didn't know why he was coming. Again he was an apt student and thanked her when it was over.
Meri Lou closed the book and began taking off clothes. She wanted a shower. She deserved one, then a movie.
She had thought about going to work. She probably should because it did get lonely sometimes. Oh, there were men. She had three or four she could call up and invite over for dinner, and they knew damn well what that meant, first dinner she cooked, and then a little lunch at the old "Y". But somehow it didn't totally satisfy her. Did she want to get married again? Did she really need that kind of sexual security?
Now, if she did go to work, she would wind up as a secretary in some small office in town. She took all the secretarial things in high school. Oh, she'd need some brushing up on her typing, but she could do that in a night school. Why was she holding back? The more she thought of it, the more she wondered if it was her boys. If she had a husband clowning around, she couldn't have the boys over just any time she thought one was ready. It would mean sneaking around a little.
What the hell? she thought as she stepped into the tub, having decided on a soak instead of a shower, she wasn't going to let the little boys throw her whole life out of kilter. They were fun, but if a good chance came along so she could get it regularly, and have a little more money to play around with....
Then she thought of the rapt expression of Claude when he watched her bra slowly slip off her tits. It had been priceless. But she wasn't hooked on little boys. Hell, she'd been fucked twice last week, and neither of them were kids. But, as she thought about it again, she tried to decide which of her sex parties had been the most relaxing, the most satisfying. Each time she came back to the boys. The boys were really something special.
She let the tub fill halfway up before she turned off the hot water. She would simply have to think on it, consider all the possibilities.
As Meri Lou thought about it, Claude walked home, slowly. He wasn't sure that it happened. Then he looked down at the bulge in his pants and he wished he had the pants with the hole in the pocket so he could get right to his prick. Damn, he was hard again. He'd cum twice just watching her, and then three more times. He grinned, wondering if he'd ever be able to wipe that smile away. Not before he got home, that was for sure.
He made up a quick story about Aunt Meri Lou not wanting him to do the work today, but he could do it tomorrow. Holy shit, but what a set of tits! And she'd calmly taken off her bra and let him look at them, then feel them and even suck on them! He almost hit a tree as he walked past it on the sidewalk. Wild, far out! And it had happened. He'd had half his arm up her cunt hole, and she hardly noticed him. Damn, he bet he could have fucked her in her old pussy if he'd held onto that last shot of cum a little longer. Yeah, she yelled at him to put it inside; that meant he could have fucked her!
Damn, the next time he saw that Whaley brat and she wanted to play show and tell in the bushes, he'd tell her he'd already fucked a woman, a grown one with tits ten times as big as her little nubs.
She'd be sore as hell.
Yeah, and if he got a good chance, he'd practice what Meri Lou had told him. Maybe he could get into his sister's room tonight after she went to sleep and look at her tits. Yeah, he had to see some more of them, fantastic.
Tomorrow. He started thinking what he'd do tomorrow. Did she really want him to weed the damn garden or did she want him to mess around with her cunt some more. The more he thought about it, the more he figured she just put him off today, and when he got there tomorrow, she'd already be naked and just waiting for him with those thin knees lifted and her white creamy thighs parted and that juicy, wet, delicious cunt laying there, all red and wet and panting for his cock.
Claude walked up the steps into his house and went in. The first thing he saw was his sister, who was sixteen and getting sexy as hell, watching TV. He walked over and looked down at her. She wore a loose fitting blouse and he could see her boobs down the top.
She looked up and adjusted her blouse. "See anything interesting?"
"Not bad," he said. "Not bad for a kid." He ran for the stairs. Tomorrow, damn, tomorrow he was going to go back to Aunt Meri Lou's place and get his first real fuck!
CHAPTER THREE
Meri Lou went to work at the hospital the next day just as usual. She spent Thursdays there from nine to four as a pink lady, an unpaid volunteer. Her job was to help at the admissions desk, welcome people when they came in the door, find out where they needed to go, get wheel chairs for anyone needing it, and generally make the first contact with the community hospital a little easier, a little friendlier. And she enjoyed the work. She didn't have to get next to the real sick people, or be on the surgical wards or anything like that. It gave her a sense of helping others, without any real commitment of time. Besides, at the hospital she had met Doctor Orlando.
She shivered slightly as she thought about him while she smiled and led an elderly couple to the sit-down admissions desk and got them comfortable. She brought the woman a cup of coffee, black, and then moved back toward the door. One of the other pink uniforms was there waiting, so she moved to her secondary position.
Dr. Orlando was a general practioner who used the hospital quite a bit. She had seen him in the corridors and the coffee shop, and once in the little gift store. All of the girls talked about him. He was supposed to be single, about thirty, and he had a fabulous bachelor pad he had decorated himself, and whenever he had time he threw simply wild parties.
About a month ago she had been in the coffee shop grabbing her half-hour lunch when he came in, looked at the two vacant booths and dropped down beside her.
"Damn I'm tired," he said. That was the introduction. Her name tag clearly told him who she was.
"Dr. Orlando, you need to slow down a little. I advise that you take two days off and call me in the morning."
It was a poor joke, but he laughed. He ordered by simply nodding at the waitress who knew what he wanted, and then looked back at her.
"Meri Lou, that's a pretty name, and I've been wanting to find out who it really belonged to. Let's see, you're about thirty years old, you lost your husband in a shooting incident a couple of years ago, and you're one of the Courtland clan and you specialize in throwing wild parties."
She laughed, smiling like a sophomore just asked to the prom.
"No the parties part is yours, Doctor, and why haven't I ever had an invitation?"
He smiled then, and she could see the desire building in his eyes. He leaned closer. She leaned in toward him.
"Look, Meri Lou, you're a pretty woman with a fine figure, and I'd like to get to know you slow and gentle, but I don't have the time for that kind of fun and games. I have to take the direct approach. I know you've been married and you mess around a little, so how about coming to my place tonight about seven. I'll cook you supper, feed you some booze and then undress you and fuck you properly."
Meri Lou giggled, she couldn't help it. She'd never been out and out propositioned that way before. Under the table top she felt his hands on her knees. He tried to press between them. She stared into his deep brown eyes, still laughing softly. Then she let her knees swing apart and nodded. "I'll be there by seven," she said.
His hand went up her inner thigh as far as he could reach, and then the girl came with his steak sandwich on rye, two glasses of milk and two glasses of orange juice.
"This is breakfast and lunch," he said as he pulled his hand away and grinned. "You better finish lunch or the pink lady will be in here and take away your ID badge."
He began eating then and was through before she had eaten the second half of her tuna salad sandwich.
"You eat too fast," she said.
He nodded. "Meri Lou, I seem to do everything too fast, but tonight I'll make an exception." He signed the check, touched her hand and left.
She sat there for another five minutes thinking about it. She certainly would not go. He was conceited and vain and thought he was a big man, and he probably made love like wild. But why should she let herself be picked up so easily? On the other hand, it might be the start of something. A lot of good couples had started out with a fast fuck. She sipped at the coffee, then put it down, paid her check and got back to the front door just as the other girl on duty looked at her watch.
All the rest of the afternoon she worried about it. He was the best catch in town, she knew that, and he had asked her, not the other way around. What was she afraid of, getting fucked? Of course not. At last she faced it. He was a doctor, he'd been to eight years of college and he was a brain. He had to be. She'd never even gone to community college. She finished high school, but against him she'd feel stupid, not know what to talk about. What if he started talking about art or philosophy, or world affairs? Suddenly Meri Lou felt inadequate as hell when it came to matching up against Dr. Orlando. She didn't even know his first name. She got the telephone directory for the hospital and looked for his name. Dr. Henry Orlando. Henry. A good solid royal name, English, probably. She could match him in bed, but what about afterward, and before? How did she act, what did she say?
She left the hospital a little after four and drove in her Pinto through the little town and back to her house. Groveville was the name of her village, and now it had grown to over fifteen thousand persons. She liked it, being close to a big city yet country enough to be called a small town.
Something bothered her as she unlocked the door and went inside, then she had it. She hadn't asked him where he lived. Again she went to the telephone directory and dialed his number at the office. A pleasant voice came on the line.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Orlando and Johnson offices."
"We have a delivery to make to Dr. Orlando's home, and we're checking the address. Is that still 1818 21st Street?"
"Good thing you called: he moved. He's now at 1902 Beaver Street, apartment 24."
"Thank you very much." She hung up the phone and scribbled down the address. Meri Lou sighed, she still hadn't made up her mind if she was going or not.
An hour later, promptly at seven, Meri Lou rang the bell on apartment 24. No one came, She rang it a second time, and then the door opened. It was Dr. Orlando.
"Hi, glad you decided to come. I knew you hadn't really made up your mind at the coffee shop. It was a sudden invitation, and probably more blunt than most you get."
"Yes, Dr. Orlando, you could say that. In fact it was the most direct proposition I've ever gotten."
They both laughed.
"Call me Henry or Hank, no more of that doctor stuff." He looked at her. She wore a light white sweater half buttoned over the top of a short skirt and platform shoes. "You look delicious."
"Let me take off my sweater," she said. She turned and undid the buttons and pulled it off. He could see that the back of her blouse under the sweater was plain open net.
It showed off her tanned back beautifully. He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around and grinned. The open net continued from a high neck to her waist, clinging saucily to her up-thrust breasts, concealing absolutely nothing.
"Oh, yes, now that is class," he said softly. He reached for one of her breasts but she caught his hand.
"That's for dessert, what's for dinner?"
His arm went around her and they walked together into the small apartment kitchen.
"I hope you like pizza and beer. Hell, it's not very high class but I'm a pizza nut and beer goes good. Oh, you can finish the salad while I check the oven."
She saw the half-made tossed green salad and went to work on the onions, peppers, cheese and ham squares and three kinds of lettuce and celery. At last she dumped it all into a bowl and tossed it, then looked for the salad dressing. She found four kinds in the refrigerator.
A buzzer went off and he snapped off the oven and pulled out two ten-inch pizzas, one topped with anchovies, sausage, cheese and onions. The other had mushrooms, squares of pineapple and pepperoni on top.
"Now there is a pizza fit for an Italian king," she said.
It took them an hour and a half to devour both of them, and to eliminate half of the big tossed salad and two beers each.
They moved to the couch in the small living room and Meri Lou sat down and burped.
"Damn, I feel too fat to fuck," she said.
Henry laughed. "You're wild, you know that? I really wanted to talk cool this noon and just ask for a date, but I was in a bad mood because I just lost a patient who simply gave up and died. I guess I wanted to shock you." He grinned and sighed. "Sorry, I'm not quite as perverted as most of the stories around the hospital would indicate."
"You mean like the one about the nurse from pediatrics?"
He laughed, "I guess I missed that one."
"I guess I shouldn't tell you."
"No, please, it's fun to hear about what I have done."
"Well, this nurse in pediatrics was really in heat , for you and she thought all the kids were sleeping. She got you down on an empty bed when two teenage girls came up to watch. You carried her to the number two operating room and put it to her with her feet in the maternity clamps."
"Glad I missed that one." He waved around. "How do you like my bachelor apartment?"
"About as sexy as a naked four year old."
They both laughed. Then he kissed her. A soft, gentle kiss. She sat there responding only a little.
He sighed. "Damn, but this is the best time I've had in three months. Do you know how many girls I've had up here in the past three months?"
"Oh, twenty?"
"Thanks, no, just two. One little semi-pro whore and you." He sighed again and reached for her hand. "Would you mind if we didn't fuck tonight, if we just kind of got acquainted?"
She reached over and kissed his cheek. "Now that's the nicest thing you've said to me all night. A girl's got to protect the old pussy you know, can't just get it poked every day."
They both laughed.
"How about some nice soft music, some Bach?"
She nodded, wondering if she could pick out a Bach number from one by Charlie Pride or Cole Porter. But he put the music on without any comment and came back to the couch, putting his arm around her and pulling her toward him.
"Now all we need is a fireplace. I'm a fireplace nut, and right now I'm looking for an apartment with a fireplace. You have any idea how hard those spots are to find?"
Before she could answer he kissed her lips, harder this time, but still exploring, investigating.
"You know this is the first time I've worn this blouse in public without a body shell on under it."
"Thanks, I appreciate that." He cupped one of her breasts and bent and kissed it through the fabric. "Delightful, just beautiful." He bent and kissed her other breast, then her lips and settled back holding her hand.
"Why does sex have to be so damn difficult? I mean, you ask a woman out and right away it's war. She automatically thinks you're trying to get her legs spread, and that might be the farthest thing from your mind. Now tonight was perfect. You came knowing you were going to be fucked. There was no warfare, no combat over the body, we knew it was going to be cock and cunt before the night was over so we both could relax and be ourselves. So it doesn't happen, so what? We're both enjoying ourselves, acting natural. It's not sex that messes it up, but the threat of sex, the worry about fucking that does it."
"You know you're right. I never thought about it that way, but it's true. You should be a psychiatrist. I have been totally relaxed. Ever since I decided to come, knowing what we would do. Isn't that wild?"
He kissed her again and when he came away from her, he put one hand on her breast.
"Oh, do you mind, even knowing we're not going anywhere."
"I'd appreciate it."
"Now that I like, a woman who can enjoy messing around and sex without getting hypocritical about it. You know women have the biggest double standard in the world. For fifteen years or however many, they act offended if somebody suggests they fuck, and then finally it happens and they damn well love it, but they still put on the act that they're untouchable. And all the time they want to get their cunts tickled."
"Sure, I do it too, a damned shame, but a kind of insurance I guess. Otherwise a girl would be on her back getting fucked every day, all day."
He took her hand and put it over his crotch.
"Yeah, I like to mess around a little, too," she said.
They talked then, about a dozen different things, and kissed and petted. His hands got up under the net blouse and warmed her tits, and finally she pulled his hot prick out of his pants, but that seemed like enough. They never went beyond that point.
By ten o'clock he was kissing her bare titties for the last time. "I've got op-two scheduled for an appendectomy tomorrow morning and that means morning at six a.m."
"And I better fuck out of here." she said, rising to the hint.
"Right." He kissed her lips gently and hugged her tight. "I've enjoyed tonight, more than I can explain. Maybe it's the way it began, the expectations of hard driving sex, then suddenly a real, live interesting personality, then back to messing around with a little semi-sex and from there into tenderness. Does that make sense?"
She kissed him. "Beautiful sense." She stared at him. "Henry, do I have to sit around like a maiden fruitcake and hope you'll call me? When can I see you again?"
He smiled. "When can I see you again?"
"How about tomorrow night?"
And he did.
Before she finished remembering how she had first dated Dr. Orlando, she was back at the door, holding it open for a man in a wheel chair. He was young, but his arms were twisted and his legs as well. He knew where he was going. She shivered. Deformity had always made her frightened. A few minutes later no one was coming and she thought about the next few dates with Henry Orlando. They had dated for two weeks before they got into bed, and it had been fantastic, an all-night session at her place. It was everything they had built it up to be. The next day he went on a two week vacation to climb mountains in Alaska.
Maybe she would see him today.
But she didn't. He said he'd call as soon as he got back, so she guessed he wasn't back. She wasn't sure what she felt for Dr. Orlando, but she knew she wanted to see him again.
When she pulled into her driveway at home, she saw the new ten-speed bike parked by the back door. That would be Claude back to do the gardening. She thought he might be gone by now.
She went out to the back yard to see him, still in her pink lady uniform. They furnished them themselves so took them home to wash. She saw Claude working along a row of petunias.
"I hope you know which ones are the weeds," she said, surprising him.
He jumped, then turned and saw her.
"Hey, you did get back. I thought I'd be through before you came home. I sure could use a Coke if you've got a spare."
"Coming right up," she said turning for the back door.
"I can come in and get it," he said. She thought nothing of it, he was young, and full of pep and energy. "You find the dollar?"
"Yeah, thanks. Got the new bike. Now I got to pay dad back for half of it. I'll be working all summer."
"Good for you, Claude."
Inside she set out a Coke and a glass and ice cubes. When she turned around, he was standing very close to her.
"Hey, Meri Lou, mind if I mess around a minute?" His hand closed over one breast and began to rub.
"Claude, stop that. I certainly do mind. Yesterday was just a one time thing, the rest of your sex education. It can't happen again."
But she didn't move his hand.
"Aw, come on, just a little feel, what's that going to hurt? My old prick's been stiff ever since yesterday, look." He popped his hard cock out of his pants and she looked at it in surprise and a touch of desire. Before she could move he pressed against her, his mouth over hers, one hand on her tit, and the other rubbing at her crotch.
She pushed him back and got away from his lips. "No, Claude. Now I told you, no. I'm twice as old as you are. No."
But she hadn't moved his hand from her breast, and his fingers at her crotch were finding the damp spot. His hand caressed her breast building her desire. She was about to push him back again when his finger touched her clit through her pantyhose and she groaned. He found it again and again and again, and she groaned again, this time leaning toward him, pulling open the buttons on the top of her pink lady dress, so his hand could move inside directly to her bare tit.
Meri Lou stood there for two minutes as he stroked her, kissed her, pushed his tongue in and out of her open mouth, and wormed his finger deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Oh, goddamn you, Claude, you sure know how to get this girl hot, don't you? You little bastard cock, you've got me so fuck happy you're gonna have to do something about it."
She caught his hand and pulled him, then dropped his hand and grabbed his stiff cock and led him that way into her bedroom.
"Get undressed," she said and began sliding out of the pink dress. She couldn't beat him, but was pulling down her panties and pantyhose by the time he had his shorts down.
As soon as he was naked she dropped to her knees and grabbed his little prick again, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it.
"Don't, I'll cum!" he said.
She kissed it more and began a gentle jack off. She popped his hard-on into her mouth and put her hands on his butt, pumping him forward then pulling him back. He got the idea fast and held her head as he mouth-fucked her, pumping harder now and she didn't bother to hold him, let his whole four inches jam inside her mouth then slide partway out. Scrunching down lower, she gently washed his boy-balls with her hot wet tongue, then sucked his prick again.
Claude was so worked up by getting sucked off that he didn't feel any self-consciousness, delicious spasms and sensations went through him as this delightful older woman sucked his young boy's prick. And then he was there: the cum racing through his smooth cock shaft, racing into her sucking throat.
"KEEERRRRREEEEIIIISSSST...."
"I'm cumming!" Watch out. Fuck! fuck! fuck! Fuck! fuck! Oh, damn, I wish I could cum all day and all night!"
She took his spurting jism, swallowed, sucked his boy cock dry, and then got up on the big bed, overpoweringly horny and hot by her own cocksucking activities.
Only partially fulfilled by the erotic release of his sticky boy cum bubbling in her mouth and drooling a little down her chin, she rolled her tongue, lewdly savoring the gooey mess of his ejaculation. This only served to make her hotter, and she toyed with his satisfied, deflating boy penis, lost in reveries of fantasy sex wherein she was surrounded by dozens of small boys, their eager little untried cocks all beating in anticipation of coming to ejaculation in her mouth, her cunt, between her tits, under her arms-anywhere on this hot-to-fuck and suck older woman. Her cunt was spasming with need; she needed cock!
Bending down on the bed, she gently licked under the boy's lightly-haired balls, dragging her tongue round and round his sperm-making orbs, then up and back and forth around the base of his soon-to-be mature cock. It stiffened slightly, jerked, and she caught its cherry-red glans between her lips and quickly sucked it all the way to the base, then released it. She watched as it rapidly jerked to attention, and then she moaned, "Come here, damn you, eat me!"
So saying, Meri Lou moved around on the bed to afford the boy full view and access to her burning hot pussy, its lips fattening and darkening with the inrush of blood, showing her readiness to cum for this under-aged child.
Meri Lou spread her legs and held out her arms, but she wasn't sure if he understood. He lay down on top of her and kissed her mouth, then played with her tits.
He looked at her. "Cunt suck? You mean, you want me to get my mouth down on your pussy?"
"You catch on real fast, I suck you: you eat me. So come, on, you wanted to mess around, now get down there and eat me."
CHAPTER FOUR
Claude wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but also he could hardly wait until he told his sister about this. She wouldn't believe him. He'd heard stories about Aunt Meri Lou from some of the older guys in the family, his cousins. But when they saw he was listening, they told him they were only dreaming, 'cock talk' they said. Now he wasn't so sure. Maybe she'd done this for some of the other cousins. Hell, it didn't hurt her any, and she got her kicks at the same time.
"What do I do?"
"Get your face down to my crotch first, it's hard to suck a cunt when you are up on my tits." He pushed down.
"You're all wet and runny down there."
"That just shows how hot you've gotten me. First, just reach in and kiss my twat. I get a hellofa boot out of that."
"Kiss it?"
"Sure, if you're gonna fuck it, you can kiss it."
"I get to really fuck?" he asked, his bone throbbing in anticipation.
"If you do what I say and don't goof off."
His head went between her thighs and she felt something on her cunt.
"Not your finger, dummy, with your lips. Push in." she ordered.
He did, and she felt his lips touch her cunt lips and she shivered, almost climaxing with this bizarre, lewd delight.
"Again, darling. Do it again and then lick me with your tongue."
She held his head now with both hands, pressing it tightly into her crotch. His kiss came again and she rumbled into a small shivering climax. "Once more, darling, then tongue me." She felt his lips, then a darting thrill as his tongue touched her cunt. Some men wouldn't do that, which was stupid, because she did it to them, and it gave her such a whammy of a thrill. She felt his tongue driving in deeper and she squealed, then pulled him up and kissed his lips, pussy juice and all. She wiped off both their faces with the bedspread and grinned at him.
"Now, Claude, you're a real pussy sucker, and don't ever forget it. Most women get a real jolt out of being eaten. You made me cum when you were down there, you know that?"
"No shit?"
"No shit, it was great. Your little prick hard again?"
"He's always hard. Two minutes after I jerk off he's ready to go again into a milk bottle or a pair of my sister's panties or just anything."
"You jerk off a lot?"
"I don't know."
"Every night?"
"Nope, maybe three times a week."
"And you think about girls when you do it?"
"Yeah, and I sneaked a copy of Playboy, so now I really fuck the playmate of the month.
"How would you like to fuck a real live cunt?"
She pulled him over on top of her and spread her legs.
"Think you can find my cunt?"
"Find it? I even just kissed it."
He hunched higher and at last got into position, then slid his hard four inches of prick toward her pussy. He hit it the first time, and she was so hot and juicy that he plunged right inside without any more preparation.
"Oh, fuck, you stabbed me," Meri Lou said.
"Yeah, fuck, I'm fucking you, Meri Lou. Damn, this is great. You fuck every day?"
She shook her head.
"Of course not, not even when I was married."
"Three times a week?"
"No, Claude."
"You rub off much?"
"Now, Claude?"
"Well, you asked me."
"That's fair enough. I used to, but now I don't much, maybe once a week if I haven't had some sexy playing around."
"And fucking like this?"
"Right, now shut up and fuck."
He began banging in and out of her and this time it took longer. He even set up a natural little motion and she had a hard time trying to match it with her internal squeezes, until at last she gave up and simply humped up to meet him.
"Oh, wow! I'm cumming. Watch out I'm gonna blast a hole right through your cunt!"
He climaxed then, his toes curling inward his legs going stiff and his hips pounding deep and holding, then pounding again and again. When it was finished, he sighed and lay still on top of her.
"Now that was the best fuck of my life," he said and grinned.
"Hell yes. It was your first one. But was it better than a good hot, hard jack off?"
He frowned, then at last grinned and nodded.
"It had better be: otherwise, you can jack off in the closet."
He laughed and played with her boobies.
"Can I rub you off now?"
"Shit yes."
She showed him how to get his hand between them and then he settled down to tit play and clit rub. It didn't take her long and she was over the mountain. It was beautiful, all in lush spring colors and romping through the woods, loving in green woods, playing nude in chattering warm streams and laughing at the shocked expressions of the townspeople when they did a double suck off on the city hall steps.
When she at last came back to the reality of her own bedroom she heard the phone ringing. She realized Claude wasn't on top of her and rushed to the bedroom phone just in time to take the handset away from him before he answered.
She swallowed hard. "Hello."
There was a pause, then Henry's voice answered. "Hi, sounded like you've been rushing to get to the phone. It only rang twice."
"I have this thing about missed calls. How was the vacation?"
She listened to his account. As she did she felt Claude playing with her tits. She took the long cord phone and sat down on the bed, still talking. As she and Henry made a date for the following night, Claude was pushing her down on the bed, sucking her tits, and spreading her knees. He leaned down and shoved his hard cock up her cunt again.
"Ooooohhhhh," she said taking his meat with a groan.
"Are you all right?" Henry asked.
"Yeah, sure, just hit my finger, no damage." She frowned at Claude who giggled. She covered the handset.
"You sure it's all right about tomorrow night at my place? You're ready for pizza again? It's all I cook for company."
"That will be just fine. Can I bring anything?"
He paused. "Now there's an opening, but I won't say a thing. Just bring yourself, your beautiful, sexy, pleasant, wonderful self."
She felt his boyish cock banging up and down in her cunt, and it threw her for a moment. She knew her breathing had increased.
"That's very sweet, Henry. When, about seven?"
"Right, now don't bang any more fingers."
"I won't. See you tomorrow night."
She hung up and screamed at Claude. "You little worm! How could you do that? I was on the telephone and you, you push me down and start fucking me." Then she was laughing, she couldn't stay mad long, not at Claude, and especially not at Claude who had his boy prick up her cunt. He pumped harder and she helped, but this time he couldn't cum.
She pushed him out of her and had him lie down on the bed. Then she got ready to mount him in the astride position. She spread his legs and crouched over him, half sitting on his legs, lifting up then and holding his prick vertical so she could drop straight down on it and slant his prick up into the glory hole.
It worked. A moment later a big grin spread over his face and she began lifting up and down on his cock, careful to hold her balance. The pressure was strange and different, and the effect on the cock inside her was quick and dramatic. Just six or seven of the lifts and dropping back down on his shaft did the trick, and he yelped and humped what little he could and she felt the hot jism splash into her vagina, then start to run back out.
When she was sure he was done, she lifted off him and lay down beside him.
"Now, what do you think of fucking, Claude? This is the second half of your lesson, but I don't ever want to see you around my house again unless you're with the family, clear?
He grabbed both her hanging tits and nodded, milking them, then pulling them up to chew on until he was satisfied.
"What else can we do? How else can we fuck?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I don't know about you, but I'm all fucked out. I've been working all day."
"So it's all over, done."
"Right, unless you want to suck my cunt again."
"Naw, next time.
"There isn't going to be a next time."
"Yeah, you said that. What does it hurt? Couldn't I come over once a week to mow your lawn or something? Then we could fuck around a little."
"No. If I see you over here again, I'll call your mom quick."
"Yeah, that would spook me." He started putting on his clothes. "Course, I don't know what mom would say if I told her you'd been molesting me this way, showing me your tits, teaching me how to fuck. She just might get the law on you. Or maybe have dad beat you up some."
Meri Lou sat there looking at him. He couldn't mean it; this was family. She shook her head. "Claude, you don't mean that. I've been helping you, teaching you things you should know. And I did it just to help you."
"Sure, and you got your fucking kicks at the same time. You're weird for young boys, is that it?"
She jumped up and kicked him, missed his crotch and hit him in the leg.
"Get out of here, Claude! You selfish, ungrateful little bastard. Get out, and don't you ever come back! I mean it. I'll slice your balls off if I catch you around here again."
She pulled on a bathrobe and hit him three times when he tried to touch her.
"Get out of here, dammit! And I mean right now!"
As soon as he left she locked the back door, then ran to the front one and locked it. That night she sat by the TV until she dropped to sleep, the doors still locked. She wasn't sure about Claude. He'd go home and give up the idea of telling Harriet, she was sure of that. But he could cause her some other devilment. She sighed, it had been a calculated risk from the very first, yet nothing had happened until now, no problems. It wasn't a bad average. She'd struggle through this one. In a year she'd laugh at it. All she had to do was keep from crying during the next few weeks.
The next morning it seemed brighter already. It was Friday and that meant her oil painting class with the retired folks and the rest of the idle rich at the education center. She tried as hard as she could laying on the background just the way the instructor told her, but somehow it never looked right.
That afternoon when Claude got home from school, he found a note that his mother was across the street and would be home in time to get supper. He watched some TV, then looked at the sports section and the funnies, and waved at his sister, Pat.
"Hi, stinky," she said running past him and .up the stairs to her room.
He saw her flash by and in profile he was surprised how much tit she had. His big sister was growing up. He wondered if she'd been fucked yet. He waited for a full minute, to give her time to start undressing, then went up and knocked on her door.
"What is it, small brother."
"A knock usually means a person wants into a room, dummie."
"Come on in."
When he went in he saw she was lying on her bed reading a book. She had not started to undress. "So you want something, or did you just come in to spy on me?"
"Yup and nope. Mom's across the street but her note said she'd be back to get the food cooking."
"I know, I can read." She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
Claude saw a flash of her panties.
"So, what else, hot stuff."
"Well, I probably shouldn't ask you."
She shrugged, "Go ahead and ask," she grinned. "But I won't loan you any money."
"Don't want none."
"Then say it so I can get back to reading."
"Well ... Pat, you ever mess around with boys, pet and stuff?"
"What do you know, little brother has discovered girls." She laughed and it made her tits bounce. They weren't as big as Aunt Meri Lou's but still good ones. She frowned. "Now, look, don't you ever tell mom any of this, okay?"
"I don't blab."
"Good." She sighed. "Twice boys have tried to pet me, you know, up on top. I pushed them away. I said I just didn't do that, but at the same time I kind of wanted them to, you know to find out what it felt like." She looked straight at him. "You ever messed around with a girl?"
"Sure."
"I bet. You just talk a lot. You probably even look at pictures in Playboy and ... and masturbate."
"Sure."
She looked at him more closely. As she did, he reached inside his pants through the top and straightened out his hard cock. He made sure she saw what he was doing.
"Oh, Claude, that's ... that's disgusting."
"Bet you've never seen a stiff penis."
"Of course not."
"Want to?"
"Now, Claude, I think it's time you get out of here. I've got to read this book and..." her words trailed off as he began unbuttoning his jeans. She leaned forward expectantly.
"Really want to see him?"
Silently she nodded. Her eyes shone in anticipation of seeing her first stiff prick.
"Then you got to show me something, like your tits."
She shook her head.
"Okay, no deal, a trade." He turned away slyly, knowing he was getting to her.
"Claude ... Look, it's different ... I mean ... damn. Well, maybe just one little peek."
He turned around and his prick was out, hot and skinned back, all ready to work. He walked toward her until his legs touched hers where she sat on the bed.
"Well, there old peter is. What do you think?"
Pat stared at his prick in fascination. Once she had seen it two years ago when he was urinating, and he didn't know it, but it wasn't nearly this big, and it hung down all soft. She blinked. Something that big could fit inside her? Up her vagina? She didn't believe it. Her finger, yes, but that thing?
"Well, what do you think?"
"Oh, Claude, he's very nice, and so big, really big, I never thought they were so huge."
"Want to touch him?"
"Oh, no ... I mean it would be wild, but I hadn't better."
"Go ahead, I touch him all the time."
She put out her hand, then drew it back. "I better not, you might get excited and want to...."
He laughed. "Pat, the minute the old cock is hard like that any guy wants to fuck. It's too late for that. Now you show me."
She kept her eyes on his erection as she pulled up the light sweater she had on. "See."
"That's just your bra, come on, before Mom comes home."
She reached behind her back and found the fastener to her new bra. It was a 35-A and she was proud of her bobbies. She unhooked and then hesitated.
"You sure Mom hasn't come home?"
"I'm sure, now move it. Want me to help?"
She shook her head. Slowly she let the bra come down her arms, but her sweater slid down. She giggled and lifted the sweater off her smooth, almost waxy young breasts.
He leaned close. "Hey, now, fantastic, so perfect and so smooth, soft." He reached up to pet them but she drew back. "Come on, I said you could touch me. You said you wanted to find out how it felt to get sexed up from petting. It won't hurt, you'll like it."
His hand came closer and at last he saw her give in. His hand covered one of her tits, and he rubbed gently, just the way Aunt Meri Lou had told him. Now his problem was, should he string this out over a couple more days, or should he try to fuck her right then when he had the chance?
CHAPTER FIVE
Pat gasped when his hand touched her breast. It had been such a charged moment. At first it burned because she knew it shouldn't be happening, but then as he rubbed, oh so gently, she began to get a gentle warmth from his hand, and her breast tingled like it did in a suddenly cold shower. Then her breast began to pulse and she felt something happening to her nipple. It was actually becoming excited and filling with hot blood, extending! She had read about that in books but had never felt it before.
She looked down at his hand and saw it moving softly over her skin, easy, gentle, not rough like the other boys had been. She saw him put his hand over her second breast and begin the same treatment and she felt giddy, the only thing she could do was lie down.
Then Pat shook her head and pushed up on her elbows. She saw Claude sitting beside her, his hands fast on her breasts, caressing, rubbing, and she felt them both throbbing, burning delightfully. It felt just heavenly. She looked up at him and saw his mouth open, his breath coming quickly. One of his hands moved down to her leg and rubbed her pants up toward her crotch.
No! She couldn't let him touch her there! Already she was getting too used to his petting her breasts, and she liked it too much. She reached out and touched his penis. It was so hard and strong and warm!
He looked up.
"Oh, yeah, play with him Patty. He-likes it, just like your tits like it. See him jerk up?"
Maybe if she played with him he'd forget about her crotch. She gripped his throbbing bone hard, and he began to move his body forward and back ... he was masturbating with her hand, fucking her fingers.
"Hey, help me. Stroke him back and forth, like this." He put his hand over hers and moved it forward and back on his prick. She didn't feel any different, but he began to groan and pant, and a moment later she saw the fluid squirt from his hot cock. That was his semen, that could make her pregnant!
She jumped back from it and scrambled off the bed. Quickly she fastened her bra and pulled down her sweater.
"Oh, wow, Claude, I didn't mean to do that!" she wailed.
"Hell, I did. You just jacked me off. Now I owe you one. Now I have to rub you off, you know, with my finger until you cum. It's only fair."
"Well, I don't know about that." She frowned. "You better clean up all that goo. I don't want to get pregnant."
He looked at the spots on the bed, grabbed some tissue from her night stand and wiped them up. Then he walked up to her and leaned down and kissed her breast through her sweater.
"Oh, yeah, Patty, you're growing up to be a real sexy lady. We'll have to play some more." His hand felt both of her breasts, and he grinned and ran out the door to get rid of the tissue in the bathroom bowl.
Patty sat on her bed for a long time, then gently touched her breasts. Wow, it had felt great for a boy to touch her, to feel her bare breasts. Just wonderful. But she got so excited, so sexy hot that even Claude could have taken her pants down. She was just at that point. She knew now. She resolved never to let a boy play with her tits, not unless she wanted him to go all the way, and she wouldn't even think of doing that until she was eighteen. Two years ... she wondered what it would feel like to let a boy play down between her legs, to go farther and let him put his penis inside of her? But it was so big. And she guessed an older boy's would be bigger, just huge.
She lay back on her bed, her hand down at her crotch and tried to read the book. But before she got a page done she had run to her door and locked it, then she took off her sweater and loosened her bra. She hadn't done it for a long time. She might not, maybe just play a little. Her fingers fondled her breasts and again they warmed, then burned and her nipples got hard and stood out. Oh, damn, what a sexy feeling!
Slowly she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down, her hand crept to her leg, then up to her crotch where she rubbed. She knew the exact spot, but rubbed lower, at the dampness until her teeth began chattering. It was all she could do to stop from moaning as she kicked off her pants and pulled down the soft panties. Her right hand went at once to her clit and she rubbed it a dozen times, making her breath roar like a fire engine, and her heart race. She dreamed of a man lying beside her, naked and aroused, his penis hard and thick and a foot long! Then she put her other hand down and one finger probed into her juicy hole.
She trembled, then pushed it in farther. A moment later she had two fingers jammed into her pussy and slowly worked them in and out finger fucking herself.
Now she trundled the clit again, and the slow build began that soared and roared upon her like a freight train. She saw brilliant colored lights, then the spasms came and she sobbed with the intensity of the climax. When she was done tears streaked her cheeks and her heart beat wildly, she tried to sit up but couldn't, just lay there with two fingers up her cunt and her finger still stroking her clit. Divine, heavenly! She didn't see how it could ever be any better with a boy. Someday she would find out, some day, but right then she lay in the ecstasy of afterglow and wished it could last forever. It ended abruptly when her mother called from the stairway door.
"Patty, can you help me down here?"
"I'm dressing, Mom, be down in a minute," she said. She flew into some clothes, tried to wash the hot flush from her face in the upstairs bath, then went downstairs.
After the Friday oil painting class, Meri Lou had talked to some of the relatives, and found they were planning a family picnic for Sunday, and she should come. If she could bring one meat dish for the potluck that would be fine. They were going to Riverside park for a real old-fashioned picnic. It was going to start about noon, and they'd eat about one.
In the afternoon she went to Sally's house next door for a swim in their pool. Sally was twenty-six, had been married three years and had one little girl still in diapers. She was a small blonde girl with the biggest tits Meri Lou had ever seen. One day at the pool Sally had taken off her swim top bra to chase away a crawling bee and Meri Lou had goggled when her big bloppers swung out. She knew they were big, but not that huge. Sally lay on the cement near the side of the pool on a chaise lounge pad on her stomach. She had unfastened her bra and threw back the straps so she could suntan evenly on her back. Sally was a talker and her mouth was going as usual.
"So I told Gene I didn't care what he did, I simply was not going to have another baby until I felt both he and I were emotionally and physically ready. I'm twenty-six now, and he's only two years older, but sometimes we both act like high school brats. Honestly. When I think that we have a human life in our hands, that we have to mold and form and instruct, it gives me goose bumps. I mean, what do I know about how to teach a baby what's right and wrong?"
"You're not going to have to worry about that for a few years, Sally. And I think you're doing a wonderful job with little Terri."
A quiet tear seeped out of Meri Lou's eye and ran down her cheek.
Sally looked up. "Dammit, Meri, I didn't mean to get off on kids. I know how much you wanted some of your own."
She dabbed at the tear. "Sorry, Sal, I don't puddle up that way. But I see now so much that I missed. A kid, a husband who's still around. Sometimes I just don't understand it."
"Hey, you're young. Maybe a different man ... I mean did you both have tests?"
"It was me. The damn tubes just didn't develop right."
"So adopt. Single people can now. Or this new man, the sawbones, Dr. Orlando-God he isn't Mexican is he?-let him knock you up and then talk him into the old wedding band."
"I can't do it that way. I don't think he has time for the marriage bed bit, not yet. He's still getting his practice going, and paying off his bills. Do you know what it costs now to go through medical school and then open up an office? Hank says it cost him well over fifty thousand dollars."
"Sure, but a good doctor can clear that much a year."
"After he's been at it a while. But where does a young guy come up with that kind of cash."
"How old is this stud."
"Thirty."
"Is he good in bed?"
"Sally, what an awful question to ask."
Sally shook her head. "That's what I mean about being mature, and intelligent about things. Your husband dies, a tragedy, but you have to go on living. We know you need food and clothes and activities just as before. And I damn well know a strong, healthy girl like you who was getting all the fucking she wanted, still needs it. Look, honey, you really get climbing the walls I'll send Gene over to slam his cock into you one of these nights, I mean he can give you a ride to last you a month."
They both giggled.
Meri Lou looked up, serious now. "Honestly, Sal, would you?" Sally snorted and lifted up a little letting her tits show all the way. Sally frowned. The intelligent answer to that is to say of course, friend, anytime you need him. But honestly, I don't know. I guess I probably wouldn't. I'd be jealous as an old sow in heat. I know damn well it wouldn't hurt him, and I'm sure you're on the pill, but don't let me find out, that way we can still be buddies."
She sat up without the bra, and rolled over before she lay back down. "Time to get the old tits tanned, or anything else you want to.
Meri Lou looked at the required fence, a seven footer here around the pool. There were no second story windows, no hills, why not? She unhooked her bra and lay it aside, then leaned back on the chaise lounge and relaxed, letting the sun soak into her breasts.
"No more than fifteen minutes on them white knockers the first time," Sally said. "Dr. Orlando would never forgive me if you showed up with fire-red sunburned tits tonight."
Sally worked some suntan lotion into her breasts then handed the bottle to Meri Lou. "You never did say if he's any good in bed," she said archly.
Meri Lou laughed. "Good? Sally, he's fantastic. On a scale of one to ten, I'd have to rate Hank a good eleven!"
"No lie!? Maybe you could introduce me sometime."
For just a moment Meri Lou wasn't sure if Sally was serious, then she giggled. "I had you worried." She laughed again. "No, old Gene keeps my twat pretty well punched out. Oh, once in a while some guy will whistle or say something about my big boobs, and I get a little itch. You know, wondering what it would be like to meet some guy and say, hey, I need to get fucked, can you do the job right now, and take off for a motel. Now that would be wild."
They lay there not talking for a while, then Meri Lou looked at her watch. "Hey, time I was moving. I have a two hour routine to make myself pretty, well prettier."
"Honey, wear that net blouse you have and he'll never even see your face."
"Thanks friend." Meri Lou carried her bra and wrapped up in the towel before going through two back yard fences and into her own house. She wanted to look just exactly right for her date with Hank. Only one thing she knew for sure. She was not going to wear the fish net blouse.
When she arrived at Dr. Orlando's apartment, he was just pulling into the lot. He walked with her up to his apartment. Inside the door he set down a bag of groceries and kissed her hard. His arm came around her body tightly and pressed him against her with more force than he had ever used.
When the kiss ended he reached for her breast.
"Meri Lou, can I ask a favor?"
"Sure, Hank, what?"
"Let me fuck you right now, rape you on the kitchen floor. I'm so frustrated about a couple of cases I could blow my stack. A good rape always makes me feel better. Then, later, after dinner we can make love softly and gently, like the last time."
She nodded.
He kissed her again, his hand pushing up and under her blouse, finding her unencumbered tits and rubbing them hard, almost to the point of pain. He broke off the kiss and picked her up, then carried her into the living room and sat her down on the floor. Quickly he pushed up her blouse, chewed on her tits for a minute, then spread her legs. She had worn panties but no panty hose and he caught the material at the crotch and with strong surgeon's fingers ripped a hole in the nylon. He expanded it until he could stroke her cunt and before it warmed up and juiced he had his prick out of his pants. He didn't take them down, just unzipped and moved between her thighs. His mouth caught hers and he probed with his ramrod cock at her pussy.
He nosed in and came out, pushed in again, then when he felt more lubricant coming he came out and drove in again, hard.
"Oh, damn!"
"Sorry," he said, then kissed her and he was in. He stroked into her viciously, as hard as she had ever experienced it, until she slid upward on the carpet. His mouth never left hers and she felt him building fast, he drove into her a dozen more times before he exploded, splattering cum all over her tube, and then collapsing on top of her, spent, but still writhing in some kind of inner torment.
She put her arms around him and held him tightly. Then with one hand began smoothing the hair back out of his eyes, rubbing his forehead. Gradually she saw him begin to ease his frustration. She rubbed his neck, then his shoulders and she could feel him relaxing. Five minutes later he was sleeping, his prick relaxed now but still inside of her. She was careful not to move to eject it. She held him, smiling, kissing his cheek. His chin rested in the cup of her shoulder and he was totally, completely relaxed.
It was almost twenty minutes before she kissed his eye and woke him. She kissed his lips when he moved.
"One more quick one before dinner?" she asked.
He humped his hips at her, shook his head and came out and sat up. He pulled her up beside him.
First he kissed her lips tenderly, then both her eyes and looked deep into the orbs. "Sweetheart, I promise not to do this very often. Sometimes things pile up, like bills, and letters from collection agencies, and patients. I was the only one at the hospital when an emergency came in, a little girl of thirteen who had been in a car wreck. They called her own doctor and told me to go ahead and do what I could. She smashed up so bad, I didn't even bother with the broken bones. I went inside to try to repair the internal injuries. The little girl died as we worked on her. Just so much damage ... Parents will probably sue, a malpractice suit, and that I can't afford, not so quick in my practice here." Tears rolled down his face. She kissed them away, but didn't say a word. Now she should only listen.
He sniffed, then wiped at the tears. "God, she was only thirteen, on a date. The other three kids in the car had minor cuts. I treated them, too, and I'll swear the sixteen-year-old driving the car had beer on his breath. I've ordered an autopsy. She trusted me, Meri Lou. Those pale blue eyes, watching me, hurting and trusting me!" He slammed his fist onto the floor and groaned. She caught his hand and held it, kissed it.
A minute later she got up, held out her hand for him and helped him stand, then led him to a big chair and sat him down. She turned on the stereo set and put on some Bach fugues.
In the refrigerator she found some orange juice and mixed it up from the frozen container, then took him a big glass.
She kissed his lips softly, gave him the glass.
"Darling, I'm sure you did everything any doctor could have done. Any one of those hurts could have killed her. Now just settle down and rest. Listen to some Bach and drink the juice, and I'll make you the wildest pizza you've ever seen. Better yet, sit there and have a little nap. Doesn't this chair stretch out?"
He extended it and sighed. She kissed his lips gently and went back to the kitchen.
It took her over an hour to get the pizza put together. She put everything on top of it he had in the bag of groceries, and made just one small one. She wasn't very hungry, and she didn't know about Hank. When she had the meal ready, including a big tossed salad with tomatoes and the works, she went to call him.
Hank had drained the orange juice glass, and now slept. She touched his shoulder and he came awake instantly, a hangover from his long hours of duty as an intern.
He sighed, blinked at her, and then stood. He took her in his arms and held her as if she might break.
"Darling, are you hungry? I've got a pizza out here you won't believe,. . "
An hour later the pizza was gone, the salad was gone and Hank had topped it off with three glasses of milk and a peanut butter sandwich. He hadn't eaten since an early morning almost breakfast.
"Whenever I'm under a strain I tend to eat, not actually compulsively, but excessively. You'll have to watch that, and next time just stomp on my fingers and tell me that's enough."
He left the table and hurried to the phone. He dialed and asked for someone and waited.
"Mrs. Johnson, did the parents arrive yet?"
"Yes."
"Well how did they react? What did they say."
"Dr. Orlando, they did come and I talked to them. They were distraught and crying, but they seem like very good people. I explained that you just happened to be here, and if you hadn't no doctor could have tried to save her since her family doctor was away at the time. They asked me what caused her death, and I told them some of the problems, the kidney, liver, spleen and the arteries. They both seemed satisfied. The father talked to the police and they found open beer bottles in the car and they took breath analyses of the three survivors at the scene. All three showed blood alcohol content high enough to cause erratic behavior. Are you still worried."
"Yes."
"From twenty years of watching emergency room relatives, I don't think you have any cause. These are not the kind of people who file malpractice suits. Anyway, they wouldn't have a prayer of collecting."
"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson, I feel relieved."
CHAPTER SIX
It was just after ten a.m. when Meri Lou came back to her apartment Saturday morning. She had slept late, and when she got up she found a note from Hank. He said he couldn't bear to wake her up, that he'd be at the office all day but she should call him after seven. She had looked around the apartment a little, found Hank's old college yearbook. He had been a guard on the basketball team, participated in dramatics, and been on the rowing team. She felt like she was snooping, so she closed it and drank some of his orange juice, then dressed. She had forgotten how it was to sleep in the nude-and to make love three times almost without stopping. It had been delicious, wonderful, and she wouldn't mind at all trying it again tonight, except for the damn picnic. And she had already said she would be there. Maybe she should take Hank? The idea sounded good, but the more she thought of it, the quicker she rejected it. She wasn't about to expose Hank to the family yet. Maybe in six months or so, and then only to one batch at a time. Good lord, no, not the picnic. It always wound up in a kind of low-key drunken eating orgy, and they could count on at least one good knock down fist fight.
She wondered who it would be this year. Last year two of the women got into it and before it was over, both of them were topless, with the clothes torn off each other. It was the hit of the whole day. The rest of the day she cleaned house, did her laundry and got ready for the picnic. She didn't know what to bring. At last she decided on a big watermelon, there never were enough of those. She bought a twenty-pounder and had a box boy carry it to her Pinto. Back home she loafed, lay in her bedroom for a while in the sunshine with her bra off to try to keep up kind of a tit tan. But she'd have to get some sun on her floppers every day if she wanted to do it right.
At seven she called Hank, but he wasn't home yet. His answering service took it and she said she'd call back. She called every half-hour until nine,then gave up and watched TV.
For just a flash of a moment she wondered what Claude was doing. She hoped that he didn't give her any more trouble. He was a good kid, and with a little practice he would be a corker.
A mile across town Claude Courtland relaxed in his bed. It was just after eleven o'clock at night. He had come up to bed ten minutes ago, and Patty had been upstairs for an hour. He knew she never went right to bed though. He didn't know what she did, just goofed around. Their folks were in bed now, he had heard the TV go off downstairs and the front door lock click shut.
Claude's hand wandered down to his cock, and it was hard by the time he got there. How should he pump off his pud tonight? Into his shorts? Maybe into that peanut butter jar he'd stuffed with cotton? Then he thought of Patty. Damn, wonder if she was sleeping yet? He got out of bed without a sound, looked down at the stiffy pushing out the bottoms of his pajamas, and grinned. He moved like a shadow out of his room, along the short hall to Patty's bedroom. He knew the door wouldn't be locked. Folks had told them not to lock them at night in case of fire. He touched the knob and started to turn it silently like he'd seen done on TV. What if she were still up, or awake? He'd say hi like last time and show her his dick. Yeah!
But when he eased the door open a crack and peeked in, the room was dimly lighted. She left a nightlight on, a soft little 15-watt bulb to scare away the spooks. He'd like to spook something right up her juicy cunt!
He opened the door farther and saw her lying in bed, with only a sheet over her. Yeah, her eyes were closed. He wondered how he could tell for sure if she were sleeping.
He sure didn't want to be in there if she woke up screaming. He edged inside the door and closed it softly, and pushed in on the knob to lock it. No use in taking chances. When he turned he saw that she had pushed one arm on top of the sheet. Her breathing was deep and steady. That must be how it sounded when she was sleeping.
He watched her a moment, saw her move, but she still slept. He didn't know people moved in their sleep. He walked on bare, silent feet across the room to the edge of the bed and looked down. Her tits made two little tents in the sheet, not huge ones, but big enough to make his prick bounce.
He reached down and started to rub a tit, then stopped and rubbed her arm instead. She turned her head, moved her arm a little but went on breathing deeply. Carefully he worked the sheet down off the arm that was still covered. A little more and he had it far enough so he could see her tit. Wow, wild., and she was still sleeping. He wondered if he could fuck her all the way before she woke up. Maybe sometime he could try it.
His hand moved down to her bare arm, rubbing it gently, then moved over to her shoulder and slowly worked down to her tit. She hadn't moved! She caught her breath once and wiggled her shoulders, but that was all. His hand brushed her tit and she made a little noise with her mouth, but she still slept. His hand moved in rubbing the breast softly, playing with it. His left hand had grabbed his cock, ready to pound it off if it started to cum. But it didn't. He was getting a little more control. Hot fuck, this was fun!
Claude could hardly breathe. The idea of playing with a live tit was wild, but playing with one in his own house when the girl was sound asleep was simply out of sight, too much. He felt his prick pressure building, but let go of his dick and with his other hand moved the sheet down to uncover her other tit. Yeah, two beauties, not as big as Aunt Meri Lou's, but live, fine tits!
He rubbed both of them and saw a small smile show on her face. She said something then and it surprised him, but it was mumbled, sleep talk and he didn't understand her. He went on playing with her boobies, and after he was sure she wasn't going to wake up right away, he bent and kissed one. Delicious, just super, wild.
Then he eyed the sheet again. Suddenly he realized that Patty was sleeping without a top on. He wondered if she always did that? And he wondered if she had any little panties on. Cautiously he pulled the sheet down farther, and farther. He saw her soft, flat belly, her little button. He pulled it farther and suddenly realized he was staring at the fringes of her hair, it came up so high. He moved the sheet lower and saw where the hair darkened, and her legs came together. That surely would wake her up if he played down there. Or would it? What could he lose? He brushed the soft hair with his fingers, then touched her inner thigh, and she moved, then turned her head and lay still.
He rubbed her thigh again, then let his hand lay there and listened to her steady, even breathing. He moved down the bed and played with her thighs, then gently wormed his finger down as far as he could between her legs. She didn't even wiggle. Slowly, gently he put his hand on her leg and tried to push it to one side. He got it moved an inch when she mumbled again and turned her head on the pillow, flopped her arm down near her crotch and pulled up one foot to her knee. The movement spread her legs wide at the crotch.
Claude bent over and looked in the shadows at her pussy. He couldn't see much in the dimness of the night light, but he knew his finger could feel it. Gently he moved his right hand down between her legs and rubbed, then he moved over her pussy lightly then rubbed the whole area again, and he heard her mumbling above him. At last he put his finger down and found her clit and tickled it three times, then pushed his hand lower and pumped his finger softly into her juicy twat. As he did his prick throbbed and he caught it with his hand, jacking off like crazy, getting in ten solid strokes before he came.
"Oh, wow!" he breathed as the cum spurted out. It shot downward, splashing on her leg, then dribbling on the close one, and Claude grinned. It was the closest he'd ever come to fucking his sister.
He wiped his cock off on the sheet, then spread it back over her and tiptoed out of the room. He left the door just as it was and got back into his room and safely into bed.
Claude rolled over on his side and curled one hand around his prick and balls and was sleeping in two minutes. He didn't even have time to guess what he'd do tomorrow at the picnic. Just as he dozed off he remembered the fact that Aunt Meri Lou would be there.
Meri Lou drove to the picnic herself. She had learned two years ago that was always the best way. Once she had ridden with a family, and the husband and wife had a fight and he took off in the car so she and the rest of the family had to find another way to get home.
Riverside Park was about ten miles out of town, up a canyon and the stream was fed by cold, clear springs. It was one of the few rivers in the area that had been dammed up and could still be used for swimming. There were picnic tables and horseshoe pits and swings, but no commercial rides. Three softball parks were one of the attractions.
She arrived at twelve-thirty and helped the women spread the tablecloths and set out the food. There was always ten times too much to eat and more than enough to drink. One of the family had a store, so he brought beer and soda pop to cover everyone. Some years they had kegs of beer, but this time it looked like pop-top time.
"Now what the hell, you ain't married again yet?" someone said behind her. A big hand grabbed a fistful of her ass and hung on. She knew at once who it was.
"Uncle Bert," she yelped, trying to turn around. "When did you get out of stir?"
He laughed. Uncle Bert was brother to the father of the Courtland clan in Groveville. He had done a year and a day once for running white lightning in Tennessee, and he was a kind of folk hero to the whole clan. He spun her around and kissed her lips before she could avoid him.
"Damn, I thought for sure a good looker like you'd been married again by now. You got time, plan on me for a quick bang just after lunch." He roared in glee, his fleshy face pinching up until she could hardly see his eyes.
"For you, Uncle Bert, I'll save an all-nighter." He laughed again and waddled away to perpetuate the wild stories about Uncle Bert that every Courtland family member knew.
Meri Lou gossiped with the women, cheered at the softball game and when it was time for the hike she had digested her dinner and decided to go along. The group counted almost fifteen when it started out, but along the way some turned back, and some of the older kids wandered off by themselves. She found a delightful little grassy spot by the stream, little more than a creek here three miles above the picnic grounds. She sat down and waved at the others as they hiked on for Bald Mountain. She soaked her feet in the stream, and was surprised how cold it was. Not much sun got through here. She listened to the voices trailing off and realized how nice it was to be alone for a moment in the woods. There were scatterings of Douglas Fir here, and a few mountain ash and madrona. But her favorites were the twisting vine-maples. Anywhere else they would be cultivated as a decorative tree.
She took her feet out of the cold water and let them dry in the air, then lay back on the soft grass and stared at the shifting clouds that swept by overhead. It was so pleasant here that she could almost go to sleep. She closed her eyes, and before she realized it she was sleeping. Somehow she was dreaming about Hank and she was in bed with him and he was moaning about her beautiful breasts. He fondled her and told her how perfect they were, how he was through forever with cows with big udder-like tits.
She laughed and rolled on her back, spreading her legs for him. He was about to mount her when she woke up. She noticed that her legs had spread but with the pale blue pants she wore it hardly mattered. But she thought she had heard something. She wasn't sure now. For a moment she thought of putting her feet back into the cool water, but then she'd have to wait again for them to dry before she could put on her sandals.
She had just reached for her sandals when she heard a snicker. That was one young boy. She knew from long experience she was being watched. She put her sandals on and sat there waiting for her hidden admirer to come out.
But he didn't. "You can come out now, I know you're there. Come on and talk, I won't bite you."
Another snicker came from the other way.
"All right, I might just bite you at that. If you don't want to come out, I'm going back to the picnic."
"Over here," a voice said. She turned toward the sound and from in back of a fir tree saw a little bare belly stick out and under it a stiff, bare prick.
She started to get up fast, but before she could three boys ran out of the woods and held her down. The fourth one to come was the bare-assed one, Claude.
"Howdy, Aunt Meri Lou, just thought we'd drop by and see how your old cunt was feeling this afternoon."
"Claude Courtland, you are in trouble. Your mother is going to hear about this and all the rest of you. I just won't put up with this sort of dirty talk!"
"Shit, you talk dirtier than that when you're all bare and fucking. I know."
The other kids giggled. They were all about Claude's age or younger. One looked no more than twelve. Claude bent down beside her and rubbed his hand over her breasts.
"Oh, yeah, fucking girl, you are feeling good today. You want to play picnic-fuck with us right here on the trail or should we go back in the fucker brush a little ways?"
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" She tried to swing her arm at him but one of the boys grabbed it and held on. She wanted to cry. Then one of the boys moved up in front of her and reached out his hand, but jerked it back.
"Go ahead, play with them, she-likes it," Claude said.
The younger boy looked at him, grinned and then touched her breasts.
"Stop that! Don't you dare touch me or I'll scream to your mother and she'll break your arm, you know she will. Don't!"
The young hand caught her tit and squeezed. For just a second she considered screaming. It would scare them. But who would hear? The hand rubbed more tenderly now, and she tried to pull away.
"I'll kick you in the balls, little man," she said. "You'll never be able to play with yourself again. Now stop it!"
As she talked another pair of hands came on her, then one hand wormed under her top directly onto her tit, and she groaned.
"Damn you, Claude, this is all your fault."
"True, I'll take all the blame," Claude said with a big grin, and I get all the tit chewing and pussy fucking I want, first, the first cock into your cunt."
Meri Lou felt the tears creeping down her cheeks. Felt the hands, all of them under her clothes, now, playing with her, pulling her breasts, rubbing at her crotch.
"Come on, over there in the deeper brush, that should be a cunt fucking good place," Claude said. He caught her hand and she frowned as she ran with them, but she was moving with them! There was no way she could put all the blame on Claude. She saw now that three of the boys had their pricks out of shorts and were playing with themselves. She could help them do that! How did she get so worked up, so fucking hot? She just didn't know why little boys turned her on so fast, so wildly.
Claude stopped and she saw they were in a little grassy spot well off the trail, and behind a heavy screen of brush. No one could see them from the trail, and the brush was so thick here that no one would be running back down the hill this way. Claude sat down and motioned and she went down beside him. Then he was taking off her clothes and she knew she couldn't stop him. Her blood was pounding in her breasts and she knew the old cunt hole was juiced up and sticky. How did they do it? She had parried off Uncle Bert easily, but one fourteen-year-old kid gave her hot pants.
Then Claude had his hands on her and pushed the other kids back.
"Watch and learn, little kids," he said. "Sit there and jack off once and watch how a real man fucks a real live cunt."
He bent and chewed on her tits, and the touch of his lips on her boobies sent her over the mountain. It was fine, so good, like it was meant to be with a man but seldom was. Now she began moving her hips and undressing him until they both were naked, lying side by side in the grass. Then she pulled him on top of her and reached down for his prick.
"Oh, yes, cock meat, the best kind in the world, young prick, sweet and tasty and always ready. God, I don't see how you guys do it." She looked around at the other three kids, all jerking off. So young, so goddamned young, and all loving it. She felt Claude probing at her cunt and pushed him off. Then she got up on her hands and knees.
"You boys ever see two dogs fucking out in the street? Sure you have. You know how one dog gets up on the back of the other one and the little red prick is just humping trying to find the bitch's cunt? That's how good old Claude is going to fuck me. Go ahead, Claude, mount up."
Claude scratched his head for a minute, then knelt behind her rump and spread her ass-cheeks, finding her juicy cunt waiting.
"Damn, it's right there. I figured it would be hard to find." He half lifted up then and tried to fit into her. She pulled him closer and he leaned higher and he gave a little yelp as he sank into her slot.
"Oh, yes, you made it. Now bend over and grab both of my tits and hang on to your ride." She grinned back over her shoulder. "Hey, and don't forget to play engineer. You've got to provide the fucking motion."
Claude grinned and began pumping into her. He found her boobies and hung on.
"Wild, Meri Lou, wild. It feels so different, like it's at a different angle or something, that is really far out."
She laughed as he pounded away. There was little she could do but concentrate on not falling down. He didn't penetrate half as far this way, and with his short cock, she wasn't sure what it could do for her, but he was having a fucking good ball, so she kept feeling it and moaning and groaning, not sure if she was going to cum, but counting on it, one way or the other.
Deliciously, he sank his boycock into the convoluted hot depths of her greedily sucking pussy as the boys around them watched, fascinated. The air was filled with slurps and little pussy farts as his under-aged but hard prick rammed her mature woman's cunt.
The grasping slick heat of her pussy made him gasp with each puppyish stroke. He felt the young cum rising, inexorably being drawn from him by this lewd older woman's hungry cunt. The very erotic essence of these moments was completed by the other three boys jerking on their immature but horny little puds, their eager eyes taking in the delightfully dirty sight of an older woman with big bouncing tits being fucked dog style, like some backroom floorshow, by their very own cousin, and him only fourteen!
And Meri Lou was sinking into heated depths of lewd passion by the sight of three stiff little pricks, their nearly hairless balls bouncing before her eyes in time to their jerking hands pulling rapidly on their young cockshafts. Her eyes glazed and her lips hung slack and her breasts throbbed, but most important, her cunt tingled and burned deliciously from the cock jamming of this young boy mounted on her ass, his little prick buried balls deep in her hot sucking pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As he humped, Meri nodded at the boy in front of her. "Hey, sweetheart, you ever been sucked off? Come on, bring that prick up here and give Aunt Meri Lou a taste. Come on-sure, you. Bend down a little or something. Come on, get it over here."
He squatted and shoved his prick out. It was just over four inches and hairless. She laughed and leaned on one hand and pulled the morsel into her mouth.
She'd forgotten whose boy it was, but he humped at her mouth only twice before he exploded.
"Oh, wow, wow, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming. Watch out. Oh, she's going to eat my cum! Look at that. Jeezzz!"
Meri Lou sucked his jism down her throat, then mouthed his prick tenderly and spit him out. Claude was still pounding away behind. He'd slowed down. And he probably had jacked off two or three times today already.
She watched the kid who had just climaxed. He lay on the grass staring first at his cock, then at her. "Wow, I still don't believe it! I just don't believe it!"
"You sure as shit better, little guy, or I'll really bite your cock off next time, and you'll have to piss out your nose."
He frowned and looked at her. "No lie, Aunt Meri Lou? Would I? I mean, if I didn't have a prick?"
The other boys hooted at him and laughed as he rolled over in the grass to hide his embarrassment.
Claude climaxed in a big roar. He was getting to sound more like an older man all the time. What had she unleashed on the town, she wondered? A real hot-fucking Courtland. There were enough of them around already, looking at the size of the families.
"Come on, who's next on the old cunt?" She grabbed one boy and pulled him toward her. "What's the matter, honey, don't you ever take off your pants?" She unzipped them and jerked them off his hips along with his shorts, and he scowled at her, then laughed when his hot prick flopped out.
"Well, damn, look at there, he does have a peter-poker after all. Wonder if he can use it?"
He nodded and jacked off a couple of strokes.
"Hey, crew, let's have a jack-off contest. Everybody reel out and let's see who can cum first. You two guys who just popped will be slow."
She lined them up, took one kid's pants off and gave them all a start motion. Then she knelt in front of them, leaning her tits into whoever wanted to play with them.
"Come on, that's no fair, I just shot a load," Claude said.
She pushed her tits, in to his face and laughed. "Yeah, but you got to suck tit while doing it. Now shut up and jack off."
The youngest kid there of the four won. He hadn't shot yet, and when he came a big cheer went up. Then they all quieted down and peeked through the brush as two older women walked up the trail.
"Quiet, you monkeys," she told them. "You'll get your little white asses tanned brown if anybody catches you." She lay on her back and spread her legs. "Come on, pussy inspection time. Who wants to poke around in a cunt and see what it feels like and smells like?"
All four crowded around her and Meri Lou giggled and laughed as all those fingers played with her juiced up cunt. Damn, she still didn't know what there was about little boys that got her cream curdled so fast. All at once she felt something different and realized that Claude was twanging her clit. She felt him move it faster and faster, and knew she was building up a head of steam she'd have a hard time letting go of. The pressure built and built and before she knew it, Meri Lou was groaning, grinding her hips up at the finger and reaching for cocks to hold. Damn, it was going to be beautiful!
It began with every nerve ending in her body blossoming into a raging fire, as the sensation of sex-heat exploded throughout her nervous system. Then her cells reacted and glowed with the warmth, sending radiations of power into every muscle in her body. It was so exhilarating she thought she had pulled away from the earth. But she stood tall, now, taller than everyone else on earth, and big birds came and landed on her outthrust nipples, and she laughed at them, talking in their language.
Then the clouds wafted past and huge jet airliners came, and faces stared at her naked form out the windows. She always waved until one time she waved too closely and the jet lost power and crashed.
Then the earth vibrated and spasms of pleasure/pain stormed through her body, uprooting everything and smashing it together in one furious cataclysmic bang, and the heavens began jolting outward at such a fantastic rate that as she watched they reached thirty billion light years and still jetted away from her. She retreated into a black hole and spiraled down into the right galaxy but was so strong she broke out of the black hole and found earth and came to rest gently by the stream in the green grass with four naked young boys caressing her tits and pussy, making her feel more alive than she had ever been before, and giving her the feeling that she would do anything in her power to continue this response.
She rolled on her stomach and watched them. One was jacking off again. She whacked him on the head and pulled him toward her.
"What one are you?"
"Lars."
"Lars, that's a Scandinavian name."
"My mom is."
"Oh. Hey, Lars, you want to fuck me."
"Jeepers, no lie? I mean, me...?"
"Why not you?"
He made a shrugging motion with his shoulders. "Come on, fucker. Hey, you ever screwed a girl before."
"Nope."
"Just your shorts and your sheets, right?" He laughed and grinned.
"Come on, you're gonna get your rocks off in a pussy at last." She pulled him on top of her and spread her legs. He almost fell into her soppy, wide-open cunt. She pushed his prick in farther, then grabbed his buttocks and pushed more.
"You inside me, darlin'. "
"Guess so."
"Then fuck back and forth. Go ahead. You got lots of cum left."
He tried, but after five minutes he hadn't shot and she rolled him off. "Well, Lars, you just need a few more hundred jack offs 'fore you're ready for cunt juice."
She sat up, then had an idea, and lined all of the boys up in a line, lying on their backs. Then she began at one end and crawled, straddle of them, all the way.
"You get one last chance to suck a tit, or kiss a pussy, or poke one," she said. It was fantastic. One boy clung to her tits until she half dragged him on top of the next kid. She got a toe up her cunt and her breast had more nibbles and bites than she could remember. When she got to the end she rolled over and tried to relax, but eight hands grabbed her tits again, and she giggled so loud she thought they might hear them in camp.
At last she sat up and stared at them all. Such beautiful young boy bodies. Pricks half at attention and jerking, others just cum and limp as noodles.
It had been a wild ball, and it was time they got back to the picnic before the hikers got back. She put on her top and pants to the protests of the boys.
"Time to get back to the stream and wash off our feet and then hike back to the picnic. I bet there is still lots of soda pop and watermelon left down there."
That did it. They began the long hike back to the picnic. She came in dead last as two of the boys ran all the way down, and the others walked faster than she did. It was just as well. She found some wild flowers and knew she was radiant as she walked into the picnic area. She could blame it on the cold water in the stream and the exercise.
She walked back to a table and sat, watching the rest of a Softball game from a distance. Some of the women came over to talk, but it was always about babies, and formulas and Dr. Spock.
She excused herself and went to watch the horseshoe players. Some of them were very good. It was that slack period between sports and the square dance they always had in the little pavilion. But this year, today as a matter-of-fact, she just didn't feel like dancing. She was still a little sex high, and she watched the rest of them for a few more minutes, then found Harriet and checked out.
"Look, Sis, I've about had it for today. That hike turned out to be more than I expected. I'm going to head back for town. You take care of the drunks for me this year."
Harriet grinned her plain way and nodded. "How is it going with that doctor man?"
"Fine, I think. I really like him. He doesn't expect me to be a brain."
"He does expect you to be good in bed, though, I bet. I've heard about those doctors."
"Tell me about it, Harriet," Meri Lou said frowning at her. Harriet always had talked too much. She waved and put her picnic hamper in the car and headed down the road for Groveville. It had been quite a day. She grinned and rubbed her breasts. It had been a fucking good day. But as the memories blurred of the romp, she thought about Hank. She wondered what he was doing.
She thought about him as she drove. He had been good to her. From an out and out fuck proposition, it had grown into a warm relationship. She enjoyed his company, he was outstanding in bed, and ... well, she just liked everything about him.
As soon as she pulled into her driveway at her little house she decided to call him. He might be off duty and home for a change. He was.
"How was the picnic?"
"How did you know about the picnic, Hank?"
"It's a little town, Meri and besides I treated two Courtland women last week. Most of you girls talk a lot."
"That isn't all we do."
"Like what?"
"Cooking. How about coming over for dinner, a late dinner, by candlelight and all that jazz."
"Sounds better than trying to catch up on six months worth of medical journals. Are we dressing for dinner?"
"Just come in your Jockey shorts."
"I'd rather leave them at home."
"Bring them along, maybe we can trade. That should relieve some of those tensions you get doing pelvic examinations."
"I talked to a young OB the other day and he was talking about that. He said all day he looked up cunts and probed them and felt of them. When he went home, he said his wife had a hell of a time trying to get him excited."
"Serves him right being a pussy doctor. At least his wife doesn't have to worry about him fucking around."
"That's the old OBs who don't mess around. The young ones got it made. He told me once he used to jack off twice a day, every morning just after he saw his first patient. Then he could concentrate on business."
"Too bad he doesn't have a cooperative nurse for morning humping."
"He hasn't thought of that yet. I can see the ad now in the medical directory: Wanted, one young, 38-24-38, office girl. No RNs. No experience. Must like morning fucking."
They both laughed.
"I better scamper and get dinner started. What do you want to eat?" She paused. "Let me rephrase that. How about pork chops for dinner?"
"Sounds great. Let me get through this article on Myoneurogenic disorders, the neurogenic bladder, and I'll come over and help. Say a half-hour?"
"Great."
She went in and took a shower, used just enough perfume and put on shorts and a halter that didn't worry about holding her in very tightly. Then she looked at the freezer section of her refrigerator. Yeah, thin sliced pork chops. Teriyaki chops would be fine. She pulled them out and began unfreezing them and looked at her cookbook.
Hank arrived a little past six, and she had just put the chops on to cook. They would have mashed potatoes, baby peas cooked in butter sauce, chopped broccoli, a good tossed salad and banana splits for dessert. That should hold him.
"Here I am, woman, where's the food, I'm starved."
She met him at the door, kissed him hard and grinned. "That's all the eatin' stuff you get until dinner. Come out in the kitchen and wow me with your feats of daring and skill behind your doctor-man's badge."
He sat down and shook his head. "No traumas today, or yesterday, how about you?"
She looked up quickly from the stove, wondering what he meant by that, then shrugged. "Just the picnic. Uncle Bert, the family character was there. He propositioned me."
"How old is he?"
"In his sixties."
"Good for Uncle Bert. I wonder if he's all talk and no action?"
"I'll ask his girl friend."
They chattered as she finished dinner, then ate. The chops were delicious, the whole thing well done.
"One thing I really like about a sexy broad is her cooking," Hank said grinning. He helped her clear the table, then they dropped onto the sofa and she turned on the FM station and they relaxed.
"I still don't see why you went out with me that first time. I was playing the big stud role."
"It worked. I guess I looked forward to going to bed with you. Why did you ask me so bluntly?"
"You looked like a good lay, and I was right. But I could have been a little sneakier."
"You haven't had much time to be sneaky to work on the long buildup, right? You used that same line with nurses and student nurses, right?"
He shook his head, but grinned. "Not quite. In medical school we always pleaded that we needed somebody to practice fitting diaphragms on. Purely professional. More nurses got their jollies that way. Before they knew it, wham! That was the other interns, of course."
"Of course. Hey, kiss me."
He did, once, then twice, then they eased back down on the sofa.
"You trying to get yourself laid?"
"No, not really. We can't fuck all the time. I guess I'm trying to get serious. How am I doing? "
"Fine, but I don't think I'll be very serious as long as your hand is playing with my prick."
She pulled her hand away and lay there beside him.
"Look, I don't mean to get so damn possessive. But once you've been married ... well, it's just never the same, not for me anyway. I guess I like things tied down and sure, and, you know ... steady."
He kissed her and then they sat up, his arm around her, she snuggling against his chest.
"You might not believe it, but I've been thinking something along the same lines. This is a small town, we had streets back where I come from where there are more people than in this whole village. But here people talk. Damn, how people talk. So I've got to be careful what I do. Which is gonna mean I've got to settle down pretty soon."
"As the kids say, wow! Can I apply for the position?"
"You asking me to marry you, woman?"
Meri Lou laughed. "I guess I am, but don't answer yet. I need to get you about halfway along, just before you blow your load. Then I should get an answer."
He put his hand inside her halter and caressed her breast.
"Serious talk all over."
"I hope so."
She reached behind and slid off the halter, pushed him down on the sofa and dangled her tits into his mouth. "I can risk this now because I know you ate a good dinner."
Hank didn't reply; he was busy having a second dessert.
She dreamed how it could be as he chewed on her, and her hot blood began to surge up. They would be married and Hank would move in here until they could afford to build a house of their own and they would adopt two kids, a boy and a girl, who would grow up to be outstanding in their fields. The boy would be a famous brain surgeon, and the girl a prima ballerina with the San Francisco Ballet troupe!
She watched him sucking and chewing on her breasts, and a small tremor ran through her body. She wanted him now, so much she wanted him! Maybe if she had him regularly, she wouldn't have the craving for the small boys. She could try it. Today she'd messed around with the kids, but she still wanted him. What would it be the other way around? What if she fucked him all night, and then the next day Claude came over? Would she still be interested in the young boy flesh? She had to find out. It would be a kind of a test. She had realized all along that someone could misinterpret what she was doing with the boys. It was for their benefit, not hers. But she could get in trouble just the same.
So if she could make this experiment, just to double check on her own emotional well-being.... She felt him slide away from her breast, get up and lift her in his arms, carrying her.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.
She pointed. A few moments later he laid her out on the big double bed. It was the same bed where she had slept with Willy, but that seemed so long, long ago. She looked up at him and smiled, then reached for him to kiss his lips. He straightened and began undressing. She made a move to pull off her shorts, but he stopped her.
"I'll do that. I like to. Wait for me."
She smiled and waited, watching his shirt come off, exposing his thick, hairy chest. She was surprised by the large muscles of his shoulders, arms and chest.
"Do you lift weights?" she asked.
"Some, used to quite a lot. Now just enough to keep in shape."
"You sure are!" She watched as his pants came down and then his shorts. His legs were sturdy, too, his crotch a mass of black hair with a heavy prick swinging out, hot, throbbing and waiting to make contact with a juiced-up hole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After the picnic, Claude and his family didn't get home until almost nine, that Sunday night. Claude had tried to watch some television, but his mother shooed him off to bed. His sister Pat had gone up as soon as they got home, saying that she had some homework to finish, then she was going to go to bed.
He went upstairs and just as he came to the top, she was leaving the upstairs bath. She had on a robe, and he went toward her. She stopped.
"Have fun at the picnic today, Claude?" she asked.
"Yeah, it was okay. How about you?"
"Fun, but tired."
"You get kissed by Harley?"
"Of course not, he's my cousin."
"So what? He can still kiss, and ... mess around. One of our girl cousins gave me the chance, I sure wouldn't miss out on it." He watched her pull the robe closer together, and he knew she didn't have a stitch on under it. He reached down and rubbed the bulge at his fly, making sure she saw him.
"Claude..."
"Yeah?"
"You shouldn't do that." She was staring at his growing cock bulge with interest, though.
"Do what?" he said, rubbing himself more vigorously.
"Rub yourself down there in front of a girl."
"I wanted to. You like to rub it for me."
"Claude, no...."
But he could tell she was getting the idea; she was starting to warm up. He wanted to reach his hand toward her but held back. He rubbed again on his prick, then unzipped his pants, letting the open zipper gape a little. She looked down at the opening and saw some of his white shorts behind. She tried to clear her throat, then started to move toward her door.
His hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Hey, you want to mess around a little?"
She frowned. "The folks are still up. They could come up the stairs any time."
"Sure, but they won't." He reached inside his open fly and pulled out his cock. It was hard, purple, almost five inches now, he'd measured it just last night. "Sure you don't want to play around with old Peter Prick here?"
Pat turned away. "Claude, please don't do that, we shouldn't, and if the folks should come up..."
He touched her shoulder again and turned her back toward him.
"We can mess around a little right here. Then if somebody starts up the stairs, we have lots of time to cover up, or split for our rooms."
The frown on her face gradually faded, and she smiled. "Yeah, now that's a good plan." She looked down at his prick. "Wow, it still looks so big, so long and thick."
He put his hands up to her robe and began opening it. She held it, then flipped open one side of the top, and his hand darted into the opening. He thought he was going to cum right there as his hand found her tit and caught it, then began rubbing gently.
"You know this is wild, don't you? Last year I tried to peek in your door once in a while, but I never saw anything. Just once you took off your blouse and walked around in your bra and panties and I shot my load right then."
"I bet I knew you were there that time. I was hot, too, and just hoped that you'd come in the door and play with me."
"Like this?" His hand rubbed her nipple, and pulled the robe open farther. She held it at the waist with one hand. Her other reached for his prick. She caught it and for a minute he thought she was going to moan. Then she sighed.
"A real one. Wow, I've dreamed of this so often."
"You've never been fucked?" She shook her head.
"And all that good stuff going to waste." He pushed the robe apart now and she let it spread so he could see everything. He smiled at her small but perfect breasts. His eyes traveled down her slender stomach and tiny waist to the flare of her hips. There was nothing to hold back his eyes now and he stared at her crotch. Dark hair hid everything but the V pointed deliciously to her treasure hole. He bent and kissed one breast gently, then looked up for her reaction. Her face filled with emotion and for a second he thought she was going to cry. Then she blinked and reached out and kissed him.
"Dear, no one has ever done that before, no one!"
He kissed her breast again, and again, moving from one to the other. All the time he made sure she kept holding his cock. She didn't move her hand, just stood there, her back against the bathroom door, her legs tightly together, one arm at her side and her breasts winking pinkly at him
Claude nibbled at her flesh with his teeth, then licked her nipples and he felt her reach out and hold him, as a long, trembling rumbled through her body. When it was done, she looked up at him in surprise.
"I came, darling, I came! I've never done that before with any boy, and some have touched by breasts." She sighed, and wiped a tear from her cheek. "That was just fantastic!"
As she talked he moved one hand down to the swatch of brown hair. He brushed it with his hand and she gasped, then he pressed his fingers toward her crotch and she put her hand over his.
"Claude, let's not."
"But this is special. I just made you happy, don't you want to be nice to me, too?"
"Yes, but that's dangerous down there. Claude, I don't want to get pregnant."
"You won't. I'm just messing around with my finger." He kissed her breast again, then bent down in front of her and gently pushed her legs apart.
She let him. She smiled at him as he did it and tried to get his cock in her hand again, but couldn't.
Claude fumbled around at her crotch, rubbing across the whole area five or six times, then pushing his finger in harder until he touched her clit, and she jumped.
"No, dear, not there. Don't rub there."
"Don't you like it? That's your clit and you can cum again."
She scowled at him. "Now where did you find that out? Who have you been fooling around with? You haven't gotten some little fourteen-year-old girl pregnant, have you?"
He just laughed and twanged her clit a dozen more times, sending her into another climax that left her moaning and holding onto him, letting his cock push in against her bare belly. But when he tried to move it lower she stopped him. As she came out of the afterglow of the climax she frowned.
"Hey, you haven't cum yet. You just jack off?" He shook his head. "I want you to help me."
"Help you? How?"
"You've got two more places you could help me with,"
She frowned at him and turned away. "Absolutely not. That's not even nice." She sighed. "I could hold him."
"Let me lay on top of you, and you hold him between your legs, down low so it couldn't get into your pussy."
Slowly she nodded. He sat on the floor and patted the softness of the wall-to-wall carpeting. She sat down slowly, then grabbed his prick and began jacking him off, but nothing happened. He bent and kissed her tits again, then pushed her down on her back.
Just then the stairs door opened, and before either could move their mother called.
"Pat, what time do you go to school tomorrow?"
"Seven-thirty, Mom," Pat called, without moving.
"Fine, good night, now. Have a good sleep."
The door closed and Pat heaved a heavy sigh and shook her head. "I was so scared I couldn't move. She could have walked right up here and I'd still be lying here."
"Not me, I'd be inside the bathroom," Claude said.
He leaned over her, spread back the robe and put his cock between her legs, then pushed her legs together. He was eight inches from her pussy, but in the soft inner thighs. "Now don't hold too tight." He gave a few strokes, then spit on his hand for lubrication and spread it on his cock. Now it bored in and out between her legs with no irritation.
As he stroked he played with her tits, then kissed her lips and just for fun, pushed his tongue inside her mouth. She reacted with surprise, then grinned.
"Frenching?"
"Yeah, or tongue-fucking, whatever you want to call it. This leg-fucking is wild, almost the real thing for me, and it doesn't hurt you-or get you knocked up."
"Claude?"
"Yeah?"
"Who taught you all this? No little fourteen-year-old girl, I bet. You been messing around with older girls."
"Fuck yes."
"Who?"
"You know I can't tell. You want me to tell the guys that I been chewing your tits and finger-fucking you?"
"Oh, no!" She was silent for a while. "You about done?"
"Yeah." He drove hard then, and thought about it, and in another six strokes he was shooting his wad onto her and grunting each time. As he hit his final stroke, he kissed her lips and then caved in on top of her, exhausted. She held him a minute, then got scared.
"Get off," she whispered. "I'm all wet down there. Get off and let me use the bath, then you can later, but don't flush, all right, so the folks won't hear it."
He rolled over and she vanished into the bathroom. He closed his fly and went into his room, wiped off his prick on some tissue, and dropped on the bed. Damn, what he hadn't learned about girls in the last week! He'd been the route, the whole damn course. He could take on just about any woman now, if he had the right situation. The build-up, that was important, the most important he decided. But he'd have time to work on that as time went by. Right now he had Pat to play around with, and he'd have to give it a try with some of the girls his own age. They would be easy. Once in a while he met some girl who was developed, big tits, and just eager and anxious, but before he didn't know what they wanted or how to do it. Fuck, now he sure knew what they wanted. They would probably get scared and run off after he got down to some kissing and tit petting, but it would be a ball, he'd call their damn bluff.
He lay there naked now on top of the sheets and listened to the bathroom door close, then quiet footsteps down the hall to his room. Pat pushed open the door and stared at him, limp and uncovered on the bed. She tiptoed into his room and patted his cock, then bent over him and kissed his cheek.
"Claude, thanks for ... for tonight. It's the last time we can play around this way, right? If we got caught. . . wow! We would both be on restriction for two years!"
When she bent down her robe came apart and he reached up and played with both of her boobies.
"Pat, you're something else, you know that? Just wild. Now get to bed and get some sleep. Save your strength for some messing around." As he said it he got one hand between her legs and pressed hard against her pussy which was available in her spread-legged stance. She yelped and moved away.
"Good night, Claude." She turned around and just as she went out the door she let one tit peep out of her robe at him, grinned and vanished into the hall.
The next day at school he watched the girls. He was a freshman at the four-year Groveville High School, and there was lots to watch. The freshman girls, all legs and no tits, and the older ones who got curvier and more womanly as they got to be seniors. He spotted one who seemed to be watching the boys. He didn't know much about her other than her name was Jenny and she was a junior. She was on the pep team, and today she seemed to be watching the boys with a gleam in her eye. He remembered she lived near his house somewhere.
After his last class he was out by the side door, reading a paperback book, but mostly waiting for her to come out. She did, and he let her get half a block head start then ran and caught her just where the usual path took off through the two block square city park.
"Hey, Jenny, wait up."
She turned.
"Hey, you getting a new yell squad ready for try-outs?"
She nodded. "You're a frosh."
"Yep, sophomore next year."
"Big deal."
"Come on, give me a chance. I want to try out for your squad. I can do handstands and back flips, acrobatic stuff. I'm pretty good."
She paused, then turned into the park. "Come on, you can show me. It would be great to have somebody who could flip and stuff."
They went into the park where the tennis courts were, then past them to a splash of grass behind some trees. She looked around.
"I guess nobody can see us here, show me what you can do."
He took everything out of his pockets and put them on his handkerchief near where she sat, her pleated skirt flared out on the grass around her. He thought about her panties on the grass then concentrated on the flips. He did a running series of three forward and back flips and hand-overs, simple stuff he had learned in the advanced tumbling class.
When he finished he ran back and flopped down in the grass right beside her, touching her skirt.
Her eyes were shining. "Hey, not bad, not bad at all. We could work you in with four girls and have a five-person team. It might work."
He sat up and as he did he came closer to her. He bumped her shoulder and when she turned he excused himself.
"I'm just a little out of breath yet," he said. "A little out of shape." He stared at her face. "Hey, why didn't you tell me you had blue eyes; they're my favorite. With those eyes and that knockout figure of yours, I know you can't miss winning the competition." He looked into her eyes. "Wow, I didn't realize how pretty you are."
She laughed and waved her hand. "Look, the flattery can stop, I told you we'll give you a trial, try to put something together:"
"No lie, Jenny. I've seen you around school, whistled at you a few times, you know. But, wow, I didn't realize you had such a good figure." He was staring at her breasts.
She shrugged. "The old boobs, right? Boys like them."
"Jenny, could I kiss you?"
"What? You kidding? Nobody ever asks if they can kiss a girl anymore."
"I do. Please."
She grinned now. "You're kinda cute, at that." She held out her arms and he moved over, his knees on her flared skirt and leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. His arms went around her and pulled her toward him, but their chests couldn't quite meet at that angle. He sighed and she broke away.
"Now, that's over. I better be getting on home."
"One more?" He went up on his knees, and looked down at her.
"Why not? It's a kind of insurance that you'll stick with our yell squad." She rose on her knees and faced him and he moved closer, pulling her boobs tightly against his chest and kissing her soundly. This time his tongue came out, probed at her lips and then against her teeth which remained closed.
This time she sighed when he let go of her, but she clung to him for a moment.
"Hey, wow, you kiss like crazy. You just a frosh?"
He held her and lifted one hand, moving it between them, and brushing one of her breasts.
"You don't have to be a senior to like a pretty girl like you, a beautiful girl." He kissed her again and this time his hand cupped one large breast. She didn't protest and when his tongue came to her lips they parted and so did her teeth. His tongue rammed in and out of her mouth in a soft rhythm, that could make her think of only one action.
His hand rubbed her tit softly, and this time he didn't hold her so close so he had room to move the hand. She let him hold the kiss as long as he wanted to, and when he moved back slightly, her head went under his to his chest.
"Wow, oh, wow. You don't fool around, do you?"
He kept rubbing her breast.
"Look, Claude, this is wild, I mean I've never been petted so well after a formal dance. And here we are right here in broad daylight in the middle of the park."
He kissed her lips softly. "I know where the brush gets so thick nobody can see in."
She looked at him for a dozen seconds. "And we'd just mess around a little, not go too far?"
"Course not."
She jumped up and grabbed his hand. "Get your stuff off the grass, and then hustle your ... self."
Claude took her half a block to the very edge of the park, found the path he wanted that wound back into the park, and then crashed brush off the trail for ten yards to a small open spot totally surrounded by thick brush. They couldn't see anything outside the brush. No park, no houses, no people.
She looked at it, and lifted her brows. "Damn, now how do you know about this place?"
"Used to play war in here. This was the place we brought the prisoners."
"Girl prisoners, I bet." She walked up to him and kissed him, with both arms around his neck. She was exactly the same height he was. He kissed her back and together they knelt down, then lay on the soft grass, still holding the kiss. He put his arm around her and pushed back from her face.
"I still say you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Look at that face, those eyes. Feel of those breasts." He put his hand down and did. She laughed softly.
"Remember, just a little messing around."
He kissed her and worked his hand up under her soft white sweater. She didn't object for a moment, then she caught his hand through the material.
"Hey, not so fast, we've got some time, right?" He nodded.
"Then kiss me some more; make me ask you to go on."
He kissed her, rolling half on top of her, jamming his tongue in and out of her mouth. Then retreating, letting her move into his mouth if she wanted to, but she didn't. His hand closed around the bra over her breast and she began to breathe deeper. Suddenly she pulled away from his mouth. Her hand worked down between them until it came to the bulge in his pants.
"Claude, please, go ahead. Make me feel better, Claude, play with me. I like it. Oh, goddamn, but I like it!"
CHAPTER NINE
It took Claude almost five minutes to work her sweater up to her chin. There were lots of small endearments, lots of laughing and some long kisses, but at last her sweater was bunched under her arms and chin. He caressed her bra, and kissed each of the mounds, before he had her roll over toward him.
"Jenny, help me." He unzipped his pants and put her hands down on the opening. She looked up at him.
"You want it ... out?"
"Yes. Don't you want to see him?"
She nodded, hardly able to believe her ears. She hadn't seen a penis in the daylight before, in any light, just in the dark. She wormed one hand into his fly and felt through his shorts. Jenny giggled as she caught the hard rod inside his shorts.
"How do I get it out."
"Try," he said.
She did, and he yelped in pain. He helped her then, pulling his cock out of his shorts and pants. When both her hands returned to his prick he caught the front of her bra between the cups and pulled outward and, upward sharply.
"Hey!" she said, but by then the bra straps had stretched enough to let the bra be pulled over her breasts and hang above them. "Yeah, you did it. Well, hell."
She looked back at his cock, as his hands played with her boobies.
"Go easy there, Claude. You could get a girl excited that way."
He kissed her ear. "That might be what I want to do," he said. By that time she was gently jacking him off, her eyes blazing with interest, watching every stroke.
Claude settled down to playing with her tits. They were bigger than his sister's, but not as big as Aunt Meri Lou's. He worked up her nipples until they fairly shouted, taking on blood and standing tall. Then he bent and kissed them, and Jenny gasped.
"Hey, easy, now don't get too fast here." He put his hand on the crotch of her jeans and she looked up at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
He kissed her lips. "Jenny, the girl with big boobies, I'm trying to help you jack me off. Hoping you can get me excited enough to cum. If I get my hands down there, it should do it. Then I'm going to walk you home so you don't get in trouble for being late."
She grinned. "Yeah, oh, wow! Wild."
He pushed her legs apart and rubbed the blue jeans crotch. Moment by moment he felt her heating up, and before he was ready to cum, he knew he could take her pants down and fuck her two or three times. He had done it, he had petted a damn junior who was as snooty as they came. The realization started the surging juice. He turned over and rested on his hands and knees, and humped his hips hard, her hand still held his cock, and a moment later she shot his jism into the grass below him.
Jenny watched in astonishment.
"My God, it spurts so far? And that's the semen? That's the jazz that can make me pregnant?"
"Yeah, in about the time it took you to say it."
He sat down and watched her. Her legs pushed apart and her hands reached for his. She put one of his hands down to her crotch.
"Honey, if you just can't keep your hands away ... I mean if you want to look around ... down there...."
He bent and kissed her, then kissed both her tits and reached behind her, unfastening her bra hook. He fitted the bra cups around her tits and then fastened it again. He patted both the orbs, then pulled down her sweater.
"Hey, I like that sweater. Wear one tomorrow and a skirt, okay? I'll meet you right after school, and we'll work out some ideas for the yell squad. Then, after that, we can come in here and neck a little bit." He patted her crotch. "We might even figure out how to take a look down there."
She still held his prick, and watched it go soft, then shrink down to a nub.
"Wow, I've never seen anything like that before."
"That's because you've never been fucked, right?"
She nodded.
He pushed his prick back in his pants and stood, then zipped up and helped her up.
"We better get you home. Don't want you to miss school tomorrow."
Monday afternoon Hank called and asked Meri Lou out for dinner. They would go in toward the city to a favorite restaurant of his. She had been sunbathing in the back yard when the phone rang, and now felt a small tug of anticipation as she went back outside. She had been wearing her suntanning bikini, the tiniest one she owned. Now she lay down beside the fence on the pad and loosened her bra, then lay back. She rested on her back, letting the soft afternoon sunshine warm her breasts. Another hour should be right. She didn't want to get sunburned on her breasts. It made it almost impossible to wear any clothes. She wasn't afraid of peeping toms. The people in back of her both worked and had no kids. The house on the far side were an older couple and they spent every afternoon at the senior citizens lounge. She was beside the seven-foot fence between her place and Sally, and nobody there could see her unless they climbed the fence and looked straight down.
As she lay there, Meri Lou dozed, and dreamed of Hank. They would have a super time tonight, probably no fucking, but just a great time. That made her think about her experiment. She wanted to have Hank, and then quickly see if she still got hot over Claude. She hoped that she wouldn't. Then she would know that she was entirely normal, no hang-ups at all, and she could go ahead loving Hank with all her soul.
"Love," she said softly. She had thought the word. Did she really love Hank? She worried it around in her mind for several minutes, then checked her watch. Forty-five minutes to go. Love, it was such a tough word. She had loved Willy, her dead husband, and she was sure for short bursts of time she had loved others, but what about Hank? He was fascinating, intelligent, he cared for her and was attentive. He surely would have enough money in a few years, and he was fantastic in bed. Why not? Yes, she decided, she did love Dr. Henry Orlando, even though he was a couple of years younger than she was. But that was good, because men fucked themselves out quicker than women did, so they would have four more years of it.
She rubbed her breasts and shooed a fly away from her leg. What should she wear? She'd have a shower about five, and dress very slowly, and be ready by six when he promised to come. She rubbed her hands down her belly and felt the small roll of flesh there. She pushed up to look. Yes, a wad of fat! As soon as her sun tanning was over she was going to have to do her exercises. And no more breakfasts, light lunch, and dinners. She'd have steak and salad tonight with Hank.
When she lay down again, Meri Lou thought she saw some movement along the fence to the right. She looked again at the far fence, with its peek-a-boo cross-hatched holes in the wooden top and a flicker of a pink face showed. She grinned, that would be old Andy, her neighbor doing a little girl watching. She pulled her skimpy bra top over her tits and held it as she stood and walked over to the far fence.
She stopped where she had seen him and peeked through a hole but couldn't spot him.
"Andy. Andy, come on, I know you're there. No need to hide."
She had to repeat it before the older man sighed and straightened up from beside the wall.
"Hi, Andy, thought I saw you over here."
As he came into view his face was a blushing red.
"Look, don't tell Amy, all right? So I was taking a little peek, what did it hurt?"
"Andy, I'm not mad. I'm flattered. Is Amy home?"
He shook his head. Hair appointment every Monday. I'll pick her up in about an hour."
"Good, come through your gate and over here for a few minutes, okay?" He hesitated. "Andy, I think you owe me a favor now, right?"
He sighed. "Yes, I expect so."
He went out his back yard gate, and into hers and stood by the wall waiting. Andy was about sixty years old, and he had been a tall man but now slouched a little, and a small belly belied his thinness. His hair was white and cut close so it looked like a white beard. His dark eyes glanced up at her, then quickly they drifted down her body.
"Andy, I'm glad you still like to look at girls. And I don't care if you saw me topless, so don't worry about it." She caught his hand. "Come on."
She led him through the back door and into the house, then to her bedroom. She had opened the blinds and a big patch of sun streamed in on her bed.
"Andy, I want to ask you some questions, all right?" As she waited she smiled, and at last he smiled and nodded. "You might think these are a little personal, but I'd appreciate it if you answered." She sat down on the bed in the sun and pulled him down beside her.
"Now, first, do you and Amy still have sexual intercourse?"
His head snapped up, and he chuckled. "You're curious, right?"
She nodded.
"Well, we try. About once a month I get horny, you know."
"Does it work? You can get hard?" As she said it she let down the bra top she had been holding.
Andy gasped. "Great Scott!"
"Look all you want to, Andy. Any time you want to look or grab a feel, you just call me, okay? I mean, tits aren't that important to me. Now, you still get a stiff prick?"
He patted his fly and nodded. "Let's see it."
He laughed. "Nope. Even for a hard up widow."
"Oh, Andy, I get all the fucking I want, more probably than I need. I just want to look at an old prick."
She reached over and unzipped his fly, and then the top button of his pants and worked the hard cock from his boxer shorts. It was hard, about hard, and she knew it would never poke into a pussy, even a wide-open one. She played with it, then put his hands on her tits. It didn't help the hardness. She reached to her side and unhooked her bikini bottom and pushed it off.
He stared at the lush growth of hair and laughed again.
"You teasing me?"
"Not by a fuckful. You get that tool hard and you can poke my pussy all you want." She took his hand and put it on her crotch, then spread her legs.
Andy groaned. He tried humping his hips, rubbing her pussy, then pushing his finger up her hole, but his cock remained about halfway hard. She caught it and began jacking him off.
"Hell, that will work, has since I was ten."
But his cock didn't get hard enough to enter her.
She kept pumping him and pushed one of her breasts up to his face. He grinned and kissed it, then took a bite, and as he did he climaxed, a soft, weak grunting and the three drops of semen flowed over the end of his tool and then ran down its shank.
He wiped himself off, then put it back into his pants and stood up.
"That's about it, Meri Lou." He laughed. "Lots of want but no hard prick."
"You know, Andy, if you worked at it more, you know, tried once a week instead of once a month...".
He shook his head. "Thanks for the help, but it just isn't that important to us any more. We mess around a little, I rub her off and she's happy." He paused, looking at her. She had lain back on the bed now, and lifted her knees and spread her legs.
"But I sure do appreciate your physical therapy."
"Andy, I'll be doing more sunbathing this summer. Any time I can I'll be out here Monday afternoon, and you just look all you want. Hell, use binoculars if you want to."
He grinned. "Yeah, I'll do that. And thanks again. It's been so long since I've seen a tit that didn't hang at half mast, that I'd forgotten how damn beautiful they are. You're a beautiful, grand girl, I mean that."
She jumped up and made her tits bounce and walked him to the front door, then sidestepped as he went out and closed the door.
Hell, that had been fun. She had heard a lot of men could still get it hard when they were eighty. She wondered if they meant half-hard for jacking off, like Andy. Meri Lou walked back to the bathroom wiggling her hips and bouncing her tits like a stripper and pranced right into the shower.
Dr. Henry Orlando seemed a little on the grim side when he stopped by for Meri Lou. She kissed him as soon as he came in the door. He held her gently for a minute, then sighed and walked to the couch and flopped down. She read his mood at once, and sat quietly beside him, reaching for his hand. His face worked into a deep scowl, then he sighed again and fisted his right hand and drove it into the couch.
"Goddamn!" He turned to her and shook his head. "I don't see why it happens, I just don't understand it. If there was some way we could tell, could predict, something...." He shook his head again and stood up. "You ready to go?" She nodded.
They drove to the restaurant, went in and ate. It was a fine, small restaurant situated in the hills overlooking the city with fine window views. They took their time eating and later danced on a small floor, swaying, holding each other close.
"In spite of all your bad habits, I'm kind of learning to like you," he said after a dreamy, slow number. They went back to the table and sat very close. At last he suggested maybe they should leave.
They drove around the hills, looking down at the lights, then headed back for Groveville. He pulled to a stop in her driveway behind her Pinto.
He got out, held the door for her, then took her hand as they walked inside her house. She turned on just one light and dropped to the couch.
"You feeling better?"
He nodded.
"Is this doctoring work always so hard on a guy?"
"No, not usually. You have to build up a kind of insulation, an impersonal approach, or you'll go crazy. I thought I'd done that by now."
She kissed him, then leaned back and caught one of his hands and put it on her breasts. "Doctor, I have this problem. I like to have my tits rubbed by men."
"You think that's a problem?" he said in surprise. "I've really got a problem. I like to have my tits rubbed by men." They both laughed and in the process she fell over on the sofa and he came down gently on top of her. He pushed one hand under her blouse and closed around her naked breast.
"Nice," he said. "Very nice. I think you've got the smartest tits in town."
"How's that? And have you tested all the others?"
"Of course I've tested all the others. One little old lady gave me a bad time until I told her it was all right, I was a doctor. She objected to taking off her bra right in the middle of the First National Bank, but I persuaded her. Now, how are your old floppers the smartest? They don't wear a bra and they stand up tall when I call their names. Now what could be smarter than that?"
"I don't know, Hank, but all of this suggestive talk is starting to embarrass me. Why don't we just go ahead and fuck?" They did.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, Meri Lou woke when a truck went by outside. Her digital clock showed it to be 8:35. She could get up when she wanted to. She rolled over and thought about last night, with Hank on this same bed. He had stayed until almost three, then had left her naked in bed, tucking her in and closing up the house. She sighed and thought of Claude. Maybe this would be the time. She was still full of Hank, glowing with his presence, his loving, his sexing her. Now if she could see Claude today it should prove something one way or the other.
The phone rang. She got the bedside receiver.
"Yes?"
"Don't sound so damned pleased about it, Meri Lou. My bet is that you're still in bed. Gawd, but you sleep late. But then you had a late, late thrill-time last night. You really should turn off your lights when you have a late date in the bedroom that way. Now it isn't so bad, the lights, I mean, but when Hank's car roared out of your drive at four a.m., well, I mean really!"
"Sally, you're just jealous," Meri Lou said, recognizing her next door neighbor's twang.
"Damn right, when are you and us going to trade?"
"Oh, not us, I mean not until I get the harness on him at least."
"How about a skinny dip."
"Your pool safe?"
"We've got a seven-foot fence and no second-story windows in back or the sides. I've been at it every morning since it's been warm enough."
"How about half an hour? Then the sun will be up higher."
"True, but so will the helicopter pilots. See you about nine."
"Right."
"And, Lou, I expect you to fill me in with all the screwing details."
Meri Lou grinned as she got up and showered, then had orange juice and coffee for breakfast and put on her robe and slipped through the side by side back fence gates.
"About time you showed up," Sally said, surfacing in the blue water. She did a duck dive and Meri Lou saw for sure that she had on no swim suit.
Meri Lou sat on the edge of the pool, looked around, then dropped the robe on the side and pushed into the water. It was warm, warmer than the morning air. She swam two laps, then coasted to the shallow end and lay half submerged in the water, as Sally came to the top and, lying on her back, did a slow kick up to the end. The only parts of her breaking water were her head, the top halves of both tits and her black swatch of cunt hair.
"Great, you made it, now tell me all the sexy details."
Meri Lou laughed, sitting low to keep her breasts covered.
"Sally, you're impossible. We played gin rummy the whole time."
"Like fuck you did. How many times did you climax? Three, four? Can you get a vaginal climax? I never can, just the same old finger job the way I used to do to myself when I was thirteen. Damn, I thought it would get better with age."
Meri Lou laughed. "You're very frank about sex, aren't you?"
"Sure, that's why I have two kids in two years. Now come on, you said Hank was fantastic in bed. You do anything different? Any wild positions?"
"Just the missionary number one position."
Both girls laughed. "I've never heard it called that before, the old front to front. Wild. You give him any head?"
Sally sat on the edge of the pool now, shaking out her short curly brown hair. It would look normal a half-hour after she dried it off. Meri Lou couldn't help but stare at Sally's breasts, and they looked just huge. They sagged a little from their very bulk and she could see the corded muscles extending under Sally's arm.
"Oh, you noticed my tits. Well, they're all there and they are all mine, no silicone. No, I don't know why they grew so big, No, I didn't have any operation on them. No, I didn't use one of those breast builders, and I have never posed for nude photographs that I know of. One guy in college said he got me drunk one night and he shot ten rolls of me in color, but I really don't think he did. I never saw any of them."
She pushed back and lifted a leg to dry it and Meri Lou found herself looking directly into Sally's pussy. She looked away and Sally laughed.
"I guess you don't go both ways."
"Both ways? What do you mean, Sally?"
"The girl bit, lez. You don't make love with girls?"
She shook her head, eyes surprised.
"Hell, I just had to know. I mean, I can dig either way and get a boot out of it, you know. A cum is a cum no matter how it happens to me. But, I guess you don't want any."
"No, Sally, it just never appealed to me." She slid back into the water and swam two more laps, then sat in the water and watched Sally.
"I do have something I wanted to talk to you about, though, Sally. What about little boys? Say a thirteen or fourteen-year-old? How do you handle them? We had a picnic the other Sunday, and this one kid latched onto me and it was embarrassing."
Sally laughed. "True, honey, true. They can be a pain in the old cunt, unless you dig them. Some women do, you know. Get their jollies with the young ones, teaching them, fucking around with their little pricks. Nothing to worry about though. Did this one get you worked up any? Try to touch your tits, what?"
"Oh, he made suggestive remarks, rubbed his crotch, things like that, but it didn't bother me."
"Just something you have to put up with in a big family. That was the family picnic, wasn't it?"
Meri Lou nodded. "Yeah, the usual once-a-year drunk. Hey, I'm going to get sunburned breasts in here unless I keep them under water. I better swim some more." She did, six more double laps with an easy, good-form crawl stroke, then got out of the water and pulled the terry cloth robe tightly around her.
"Thanks for the swim, Sally, I better split."
Sally watched her. "Hey, Meri, you ain't mad about my asking about the girl thing?"
Meri Lou flashed a grin and shook her head. "No way, I'm broader minded that that. Hey, mind if I come over and swim again, like tomorrow? I've got a few pounds to whittle off."
"I don't know where you're keeping them. Sure, come any time. Damn water is just there waiting."
Meri Lou got into her house before she started shivering. Sally a lesbian, a bisexual who liked both women and men! That was wild. With those breasts she should be able to get any man she wanted just with a wiggle. She went into the bathroom and toweled down good, then slid into panties and shorts and a loose hanging blouse. They were her working clothes. She bustled around the house the rest of the morning getting her cleaning done and putting everything back in order. She did one load of wash and then sat down to look over the morning paper.
The same old news. At noon she phoned Harriet.
"Harriet, Meri Lou. What big fight did I miss?"
She listened for five minutes while Harriet told her all the dirt she hadn't heard about the family, then Meri Lou had a chance.
"Ask Claude if he wants to cut my lawn. I missed my regular kid and it's getting sort of shaggy. If he does want to have him come over after school. If he doesn't want to, have him call me so I can get somebody else."
They talked for another ten minutes, and then Meri Lou found a way to break it off and go into the bedroom for a quick nap. It turned out to be a two-hour nap, and when she woke up she put on her makeup and sprayed some perfume at selected spots, just in case Claude did come. She'd give him every chance to appeal to her, and when he didn't, she would know that she had nothing to worry about from little boys.
He came an hour later, riding his ten-speed bike and whistling. He came to the front door which Sally couldn't see from her side.
"Hi, you wanted your lawn cut?" he asked. He was a little bugged because he didn't get into Jenny's panties. She had a special meeting at school that lasted until four o'clock, but she told him they could work on the yell squead thing tomorrow.
"Yes, Claude, don't you think it needs mowing?"
"Hell, I guess so. Really want me to cut it, or did you get me over here to fuck around?"
"Claude, now that's not a very nice way to talk."
He moved up to her and caught one breast through the thin blouse. "But that's what you want, isn't it? Look, I appreciate what you did for me, got me off my ass about girls, so I could talk to them instead of just look and dream and go home and jack off." His hand had been rubbing her tit. Now his other hand came up below the blouse and fondled her other breast. She felt the old surge of power, of blood power, and her breasts were so warm she wanted to scream.
"I know you could get in trouble this way, so I don't know."
She looked at him. "Claude, I really wondered if you could mow the lawn. Now, if you don't want to.... "
His hand rubbed harder, her nipples sprang to life and her breasts were burning hot. She felt her breath come faster, knew the hot blood was pouring through her veins, and at the same time she felt the touch of wetness between her legs.
He guided her backward toward the couch, sat down and pulled her beside him.
"But you'd really rather get your tits played with and your pussy fucked, right?" He unbuttoned her blouse and she watched him, not knowing if she wanted to stop him or not, but realizing that she wasn't going to do anything. He spread back the sides of it and bent and kissed each tit, then began chewing on them.
Meri Lou moaned and lay backward on the couch, one leg falling off to the floor. "Oh, God, Claude, what you do to me, what your hands do to my body. You just set me on fire. You make my tits feel like they're on fire, do you know that? God but you just touch me once and I want to fuck you forever."
She pulled at his pants until she got them open and reached in. He wasn't wearing any shorts. Her hand closed around his hot, purple cock and she pulled it out.
"Darling Claude, let's move over onto the floor, there's so much more fucking room down there."
He nodded and she slid off the couch. This time he stood up and took off his pants. "I've never fucked you with my pants off, or have I? Anyway, this time I want them off."
He stood over her naked and hot, then bent down and stripped off her shorts and panties, and the blouse. When she was bare, he lay down on top of her and pushed his prick into her hole and pumped three times before she stopped him.
"Darling, how would you like to ass-hole fuck me?"
"What, up your shit chute?" He grinned for a minute. "Why not. Roll over."
"No, same way, just nose your juicy cock into my hole farther down. Take a look."
She lifted her legs high in the air, and he saw the small pucker.
"I can't get in there."
"Sure you can, get some pussy juice on your finger, then work into me and go in a circle, ringing it and relaxing the muscles, then you'll be able to slip right in. He tried it.
It took Claude five minutes to get his prick slid into her bunghole and when it went in at last he was so excited that he spilled his beans right there, jamming hard and humping one final time before he shot his whole load. She wailed and cried and thanked him, but when he came out she laughed.
His prick was coated with a soft brown sheen.
"Shit-fuck," she said softly. "You shit-fucked me, that's my shit on your prick." She laughed and wailed and almost cried again. Then she told him to go into the bathroom and wash his cock in the sink with soap and hot water to get the shitty smell off it. He did and when he was gone, she dressed as quickly as she could. When he came back, she sat on the edge of the bed, a serious expression on her face.
"Claude, we've got to do some talking."
"Sure have. I appreciate what you've done, Aunt Meri Lou, but I think it would be a lot better if we didn't mess around this way any more. I mean I don't want to get you into any trouble, and I sure don't want to get Dad after me. Know what I mean?"
Meri Lou laughed, a surprised, pleased laugh that let a lot of tension drain out of her.
"Claude, I was about to suggest something along the same line. What's done is done, and I hope it's helped you a little, but not too much. Don't go charging around thinking you can seduce anything that wears a skirt, because some girls just don't go along with that idea. Some are still so old-fashioned that they want at least an engagement ring before they let you fuck them." He pulled on his clothes quickly.
They walked together toward the front door. "Oh, Claude, don't worry about the lawn. It doesn't need mowing that badly. I'll get somebody else to do it. But here's the dollar in case your mother asks."
He stood at the door and leaned in, kissing her cheek.
"Well, I guess this is really good-bye. I won't jump you in the bushes any more, and I won't talk, you can count on that, because I'm a Courtland."
She watched him go to his bike, get on and wave, and as she realized it was the last time she would make love to him she began to cry, silent tears at first, but then as she closed the door and turned toward the couch, the tears came cascading down and she felt the pang of a terrible loss, as if some part of her had been torn away.
The sobbing continued as she fell on the couch, he was gone this time, really gone, and her breasts ached for his touch.
Meri Lou Courtland sat upright suddenly, her sobbing stopped, her fist jammed against her mouth. Her experiment! For God's sakes, she had forgotten all about it. She wasn't free of little boys! She was more hooked on them now than ever before. They seemed to be a vital and continuing part of her sexual needs. How in hell did she get into this mess? Why? She was so happy with Hank. Why wasn't that enough?
But as she thought back she remembered that she had been totally sexually satisfied and happy with Willy too when she had been married to him, but still she had slipped out of her role as wife and helped out that first Courtland nephew, had taught him how to play with a tit and get a girl warmed up and how to use his cock in all three places. Why? The word burned into her mind as she sat on the sofa. She was still there, in the exact position a half hour later, and still her mind hadn't found a solution, or even an approach that she could use to find out. The only answer she had was a psychiatrist.
But there were no psychiatrists in Groveville. The nearest ones were in the city. And anyone in a small town known to be using a shrink was immediately branded as crazy.
Hank would know what to do. But she couldn't even hint at this to him. He'd know at once the problem was hers, and not some made-up "friend." Then she would lose him and she couldn't stand that.
She lay on the sofa a long time after that, saw the day fade and night come, but she didn't turn on the light. She let the phone ring five times, and then stop. Still she lay on the sofa thinking, trying to put something together that made sense.
It was nearly nine o'clock when she sat up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. When the phone rang the next time, she picked it up automatically.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Aunt Meri Lou, this is Claude."
She caught her breath and sat down at the kitchen table. He'd changed his mind, he wanted to come back for another go!
"Just wanted to call to thank you again, and tell you how I appreciate your help. I wasn't sure how well you were there when I left, just checking."
"Oh, yes, Claude, I had ... had a little nap. I'm fine. Just trying to decide which TV program to watch."
"Yeah, there's so many of them now. Sure you're all right?"
"Claude, with a friend like you, how could I be anything else but just fine. Really. And I appreciate your good words. It's part of a family's job to help each other, in every way we can, and this was just one of my little ways to contribute. Claude, you remember what I said about going slow. And bring your girl around so I can meet her sometime. . . you know, after you pick out a pretty one."
"Hey, that sounds like a good idea. I'll do it. And I will come back and mow your lawn. I was sort of mixed up right then, but I took the money and didn't do the work. I'll be back the end of this week."
"You don't need to, Claude, but if it'll make you feel better you come right on over. But we won't touch."
"Right. Thanks again, and 'bye."
She stared at the receiver and the funny little hum it made after she said good-bye to him. At last she put it down and turned to the stove. She should get something to eat. How about a weight watcher's dinner? She had three in the freezer. But when she looked at them, they didn't seem right.
She opened a can of beans instead and made herself a cold bean sandwich. Then, on second thought, cut a big white onion and put a slab of the juicy white meat on top of the beans. The coffee was done and the sandwich tasted good. When she had it half eaten, she called Hank's number but got the answering service. She hung up. She watched an hour of TV then called Hank again. He was home this time. "Dr. Orlando."
"Hi, Hank, oh, but it's good to hear your voice. It's been so long."
"Right, almost a whole day."
"How'd it go today?"
"Okay, I got through it. Oh, don't count on Chuck for dinner Saturday night. You remember the guy with cancer?"
"Why not, I thought we had it all worked out."
"He blew his head half off last night."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh, no! Is he dead?"
"You don't walk away with a forty-five caliber slug in your brain. Of course he's dead, dammit!" The line was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, Meri Lou, I didn't mean to yell. This has been one helluva a day for me."
"Me too. Want to come over?"
"No, I need to get some sleep. I'll have a beer and dive into bed. Be the best damn thing for me. I may even take a sleeping pill. You hang tough, tomorrow is going to be a good one. They owe us a good one about now."
"Then how about dinner at my place tomorrow night? I'll fix something after you get here, so come whenever you're free. Six, seven, eight, nine, any time."
"You're a jewel. I'll be there. I don't have any surgery set for tomorrow, so the office shouldn't jam up. Probably about seven."
"Now just relax and take it easy and get a good night's sleep."
"You, too. Bye-bye."
She hung up when he did and stared at the phone. Then she finished the sandwich and her cup of coffee. There simply had to be something good on the tube tonight or she'd simply read a book. There was a good gothic novel she hadn't finished yet. Where did she put it?
Tuesday morning came at last. She had fought with her pillow most of the night. She guessed that she slept about three hours the whole night. It must have been more than that. She helped Johnny Carson close his show, then watched the hour's show after his and crawled into bed about two a.m. She had coffee, orange juice and one egg, then put on her bikini swim suit and telephoned Sally. No answer. She went into the backyard and heard water splashing.
"Sally, room for one more?"
"Sure, Meri, come on aboard."
She went through the two gates and watched Sally floating tits up in the pool.
"You and your damn sexy motorboat," Meri said.
Sally pretended to drown, going down three times and blowing bubbles each time, then surfaced at the far end of the pool.
Meri Lou would have been worried if she couldn't have seen her swimming underwater all the way. It was a good act. Sally was bare assed again.
Meri Lou began doing a series of exercises on the concrete. Most of them were exercises they used to do in dancing class and then at the ballet school. She had never made featured dancer but learned enough about it to know how extremely difficult the whole ballet scene was.
She loosened up and then did some straight physical training exercises until she decided she'd worked off her breakfast. The less she ate the less she had to work off. When she decided she was ready, she dove neatly into the pool and did ten laps of the short pool with an easy breast stroke, then sat in the sun beside Sally.
"You probably thought I'd be shocked and never come back," Meri Lou said.
"You never know how some broads are going to react. Hell, women in prison all go lez. And then, soon as they get out, they snap right back to hetero. Women just seem to be more adaptable that way then men."
"I'll just stay the same old way I am."
"You ever try it?"
"Nope, and I don't intend to."
"Never hurts to ask. How's Hank."
"Just great. Well, a little low. You heard about Chuck?"
"Chuck who?"
She told her about it.
"Well, I guess a person has a right to decide when and how they are going to go out. I know I sure would want to."
"This would have been a painful kind of death too." She shook her head. "It made it tough for a while on the family, but in the long run, he probably did them a favor too."
She swam again, another dozen laps with a racing crawl and she was pleased how well she remembered. When she pulled up at the far end, Sally was getting her all signed up to teach the neighborhood kids how to swim.
"Now, we charge them two bucks for a half hour lesson, you get half and I get half because I furnish the pool...."
"Forget it, Sally. I've got to get moving. Besides I have to fix dinner for two tonight."
"So Hank is coming. Mind if I drop over and borrow something? That way I'll get to meet him."
She felt she should say no, but Meri Lou shrugged. "Depends what you need to borrow. Just don't make it Hank."
"Hell no, I'll trade with you for him. I'll come over about eight or so, so you'll know when I'm coming."
Meri Lou shrugged again. "Just don't stay very long. I get jealous of any broad with tits like yours running around my house."
"Don't worry about it, just a little look and a few words. You know, friendly."
Meri Lou toweled down and went back through the gate into her back yard. She lay in the sun for half an hour near the fence and gave her breasts another batch of sunshine. Then she showered and tried to decide what to fix for dinner that night. She flipped pages for an hour before finding something, but a half-hour later she changed her mind.
That afternoon Claude waited on the steps at the side door of Groveville high. He had just about decided Jenny was going to stand him up again when she came swinging through the doors, her short skirt showing plenty of girl leg. She saw him, and she flipped her long hair and waved. He caught her hand, and they walked toward the park.
"Wow, you look great today. Can't understand a girl with such good legs covering them up in jeans?"
Jenny grinned, then it softened into a smile. "Claude, you're just so sweet, and you say the nicest things. It might make a girl think you had ... you know ... ulterior motives."
He laughed and looked around. They were into the park now and he put his arm around her waist.
"Me I got no motives like that at all. But I do hope that I'm gonna get to tickle your pussy a little today."
"That you'll have to earn. Now what have you done about putting together a routine for the yell squad?"
"Me putting it together? You're the captain; that's your job." Then he saw she was teasing. They walked on to the grassy place behind the tennis courts and he did a few series of flips and stands and rolls. She nodded and asked what he called each one. She wrote them down along with a description of each one.
"Now we'll work these in with drum rolls and some chants, and I think we'll come up with something outstanding. Remember, we have to have it all worked out and perfect two weeks before school's out. That's when the elections and the tryouts come."
She smiled. "Well, now, I have to get to work and put the damned thing together."
"So we have time to go to the fort?" he asked, but he was already leading her down the trail toward the street, then cut back sharply toward the dense brush. They went in by a different route this time so they wouldn't establish a trail. Once a branch came up as Jenny stepped down and it pulled her skirt up to her neck. She let him untangle her and in the process his hand rubbed all over her crotch. She didn't wiggle.
When they got to the little hideaway, she pushed him down on his back and lay on top of him.
"Look, old stiff prick. I've been waiting a long, long time for a day like today, when everything is just right. And now it is and today is the day."
He kissed her and got his hands on her tits rubbing around before he let her go on.
"Today is the day. I've been hearing about it for so long, I'm going wild. Everything is right, and you are going to be the guy to get my cherry; you're going to fuck old Jenny for the very first time."
He kissed her again and slowly turned over. His hands prowled under her sweater and unhooked her bra, then he warmed her tits and kissed her for five minutes, before she pulled away from his lips.
"And in my purse I've got a rubber. You're got to put it on your prick so all your cum stays away from my pussy. Okay?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
He had his hand at her crotch by this time and played with her pussy. First he rubbed it through her panties. She didn't have any long stockings or panty hose on. He pulled out on the side of the nylon and pushed his finger underneath. She yelped as he touched something, then he rubbed and felt the wetness. Now he rubbed outside again, concentrating on the wet spot in her panties. He felt her getting his prick out of his pants. They had agreed not to take off anything they didn't have to. She kissed him once more.
"Lift up," she said. "I've got to get rid of these panties."
He moved off her and she quickly pulled down the light blue nylon fluff and put them into her purse. Then his hand homed in on her crotch and he groaned. This was going to be wild! She got hotter and hotter, and when he had her clit pounding away, she reached down and stopped him.
"Put this on," she said handing him a small ring of something.
It was a rubber. He had never seen one before. Carefully he slid the tip of his cock into it and unrolled the plastic-like material until it was up to his cock hairs.
She grinned. "Now we're ready."
He got his finger up her cunt and began pressing in and out, then sideways. He didn't know if he could get his cock into her.
"Now, darling, try it now!"
She spread her legs more and he went between them, aiming for her hole and moved forward slowly, just the way Aunt Meri Lou had taught him. He hit the right spot, but he didn't go in. He jabbed and came out, forced in a little way and came out again, just like she had said to. Slowly, he got in farther, a little more each time.
"Relax," he told her, "just let go, you want me inside, so relax and it'll be easier."
She tried. He pushed harder, in and out, then at the end of a soft stroke, he sank in deep.
"Oh, lord, I'm being fucked!" Jenny said softly. She kissed him. He let it soak a minute, then came almost all the way out and worked in again, this time easily. She groaned and laughed, and he saw tears in her eyes.
"Oh, honey, that is so wonderful. Whoever taught you to do it so well ... to fuck that way? Just wonderful." He drove in and out quicker now, but held off his climax as long as he could. He stopped and put his hand between them and stroked her clit. She sensed the new touch and looked at him, then gasped and a ripping tearing climax stormed through her, shaking her and making her moan in desperation. He watched her and when she was almost done, he began to pound her hard. A second or so later he exploded inside the rubber, his sticky white cum damming up in the thin material of the condom.
"Did you make it?" she asked.
He nodded, delicious sensations shooting through his still spasming cock.
"Lord, you know I did! I just about broke in two! I've never felt anything like that." She shut her eyes then, her arms going around him holding him tightly inside her. He relaxed, tried to get his hands on her tits but couldn't. He lay there relaxed, knowing that he had put it to her good, that he had satisfied her and she was a junior!
He suddenly wanted to get away, to take her out into the public, to show her off. He should take her by Aunt Meri Lou's house! Maybe he could do that right now. Gently he pried her arms from him and kissed her lips, then her eyes. When they opened, he grinned.
"Bye-bye, time, sweetheart," he said, and gently pulled out of her. He looked at the rubber and rolled it back down part way, then pulled it off and threw it into the brush. That was it, he'd picked his first cherry, and it was sweet.
"We don't have to go yet, do we?" she asked.
He sat there looking at her. Damn, a junior asking him to fuck her again, to mess around with her cunt, her tits. Then it hit him, he hadn't rubbed her off!
"Just getting out so we could have a little more room, baby. We're just getting started. He kissed her, rolled on top of her and got his hands on her tits. After he'd mauled them good he moved one hand down to her crotch and found her clit. When he hit it the first time, she gasped, then she began to groan and her hips moved up and down.
"Honey, that's so good, oh, yes it makes me just fragment, I love it, you know just where to rub. OOOOOOHHHHHHHH yes!" She groaned softly then, her legs spread wider and her hands moving gently over his face, touching his lips, moving up and down his neck, rubbing his chest. He knew she was building, but before he knew how close she was, she began to hump and shiver. He kissed her, then hard, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and listening to her building up steam.
Jenny felt she was dying. Never had she felt so marvelous, so beautiful, so full of ecstasy. The sun and the moon couldn't equal what she had! It thrilled her and rolled through her and made her queen of the whole universe. And the boy with her made it all the more tender, and romantic and special. It never had been that good when she rubbed herself off at night. Oh, just marvelous!
They both lay there resting, watching the clear sky overhead.
"Honey, that was my very first time, you know that?" She looked at him. "I'm not joking. I've had chances before, and I've fought off a couple of guys, you know, real scratching, punching fights."
"It was great, a great love, no lie. You're a good fuck."
She laughed and kissed him, then lay back down. He pushed his hands under her sweater and played with her tits.
"You know what I'm wondering right now? I'm wondering how many of the girls I know are getting it, you know, like this."
" 'Fucked'is the word."
She giggled. "Yeah, how many are getting fucked." She shook her head. "Before today, I didn't think any of the girls were, but now, I'm not so sure. It's so easy, and so damn much fun, wild!"
She lay there a little longer then reached over and found his prick and began to play with it. He had gone soft but as she worked his cock, it began to get hard again. She rolled over" toward him and kissed his lips, pushing her tongue inside.
"Once more, Honey. Once is never enough."
"We don't have the rubber."
"Sure we do." She reached for her purse and pulled out another one. "I got two just in case."
He put it on his erecting cock, and she played with it as he poked her cunt with his finger.
"This is fantastic. You know, a week ago I wouldn't even have tried to talk to you in the hall? That's no lie. You're a sexy big junior and I'm just a frosh. And now here you are asking me to fuck you again. That's really prick power."
"And don't forget cunt power." She laughed. "Chew on me again, like you did before, that's outta sight!"
He did, nibbling then sucking her tits into his mouth, and then biting her flesh until it turned pink.
"Oh, yes, Claude. Right on. I love it."
When he went down between her soft white thighs he began noticing every little thing so he could remember. Once she knew what fucking was all about, she wouldn't be happy with him for all time. He'd make fuck fast while the sun shone. He slanted into her faster this time and she squealed in delight, then put her hand over her mouth as she remembered where they were.
"Lift up your legs," he told her. "Lift them up around my back and see how it feels."
She did, and groaned. "Oh, fuck! You push in lots deeper that way. That is fantastic!"
He began slowly stroking then, and as he did he wormed his hand between them to touch her clit again. He worked her along gradually, listening to her breathing, twanging her clit as he fucked his cock into her, pumping his hips, trying to work himself to the cumming point at the same time she did.
She moaned and gasped, and then he stopped. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"I heard somebody in the brush."
She shivered and started to push him off, then a squirrel hopped into the clearing and stared at them. They both laughed and he went back to strumming her, faster now, as fast as he could go. His lips met hers and their tongues battled. A minute later they both climaxed at once in a grunting, groaning, shivering and pumping tangle. He had never felt one so powerful, when he felt so much the master, the boss. He jammed hard into her as she shook and shivered, and when they both were done he came out and pulled down her legs and got her skirt back around her legs. He had just zipped his pants when he did hear someone coming into the brush around the clearing. They jumped up and went out on the opposite side, found themselves next to a brick wall and giggled. No one was going to come in there. They sat down beside the wall and petted each other a few minutes. She insisted that he chew on her breasts again, and then they fixed their clothes and he walked her home.
She was frightened then. "Claude ... you won't ... I mean this is just our secret, right? It would be awful if you were to tell anyone...."
"Hey, Jenny, I wouldn't do anything like that. We're going to be on the yell squad together, right?"
"Sure. But once it gets out that a girl has or will, you know, those junior and senior boys just make her life miserable. They can ruin a girl's reputation just by talking."
"I'll never tell, Jenny, never. And I won't give you a bad time about it. It would be nice to make a date for next week, maybe Saturday."
"So we could do it again?"
He leaned over beside her, and whispered as they walked. "So we could fuck again, Jenny. 'Fuck,' that's the word."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Meri Lou had started the dinner well ahead of time, like four hours. She had the rice pilaf all ready to cook, and would cook it and have it ready in the warming oven. She made the tossed green salad about five and put it in the refrigerator to chill. She half cooked the asparagus spears then held them for final cooking later. She had the Hollandaise sauce ready and waiting. By six she had the huge shrimp cleaned and ready to pop into the deep fat fryer. Then she waited.
She had decided that she would say nothing to anyone about her little quirk, and try with all her mind and body to talk Dr. Orlando into marriage. She probably would forget all about the boys then.
She truly hoped that she could. A fleeting memory of Claude pushed in on her but she cut it off, and checked things on the stove. Ready and waiting.
Meri Lou watched the six o'clock news, then the CBS news, and she was just shutting it off at seven when Hank knocked and came in.
"Ready or not, here I come," he said. He had a bright smile and a green-wrapped florist's package.
"Oh, Hank," she said in delight and ran to him, hugging him and kissing his lips before she took the flowers. A dozen red, white and mixed carnations.
"A celebration," he said. "Celebrating my new outlook on the medical profession. I will hereafter think more of myself and my own life, and not let my patients' imaginary ills and contrived little sicknesses totally wipe out every moment of time for myself and for my ... family."
Meri Lou thrilled at the sound of the last word, then caught his arm and pulled him into the kitchen. She arranged the carnations in three small vases and put two in the living room and one on the kitchen table.
"Since you came on time, you can help me finish dinner," she said. She worked on the asparagus and let him drop the big shrimp into the deep fat and pull them out at precisely the appointed time. They had the meal on the table ten minutes later.
He lifted a small, cut glass wine glass and toasted her.
"To the best cook this side of ward 'B'. "
"Thank you, sir," she said and drank.
The dinner was delightful, the company pleasant, and by the time they went into the living room, Meri Lou was feeling more confident.
That's when the doorbell rang. On the way to the door Meri Lou remembered Sally's threat to come borrow something. She wouldn't. But she did. As soon as Meri Lou opened the door, Sally walked in.
"Honey, sorry to bother you but I was swimming and I realized I'm supposed to be getting dinner, and I need some brown sugar. You have any?"
Sally looked about, knowing there was someone else in the room. Sally wore the skimpiest bikini Meri Lou had ever seen, and an old robe that wasn't tied in front allowing a spectacular view of Sally's boobies. She stared at Hank for a minute.
"Oh, wow. Hey, I didn't know you had company. I can come back tomorrow."
"No, Sally, I wouldn't hear of it. Come meet Hank." She caught Sally's arm and pulled her across the living room. Hank had stood from the sofa and she saw his eyes feasting on the bulging tits.
"Sally, this is Hank, Henry Orlando. Hank, this is my next door neighbor and swimming instructor, Sally Wonta."
Hank murmured a greeting and took her hand. Sally held onto his.
"Don't let her kid you about swimming. She can swim circles and squares around me any day. I've been trying to get her to set up a swimming class in my pool. Talk her into it for me."
"I'll get the brown sugar, a pound be enough, Sally?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, plenty."
Meri Lou left for the kitchen, grabbed the brown box of brown sugar and almost ran back to the living room. Hard telling what that damn Sally would do.
When Meri Lou got back, Sally had stripped off the robe and was turning around, modeling the bikini.
"What is this, a fashion show?" Meri Lou asked.
"Honey, I was just doing what the man said. He said the bikini was nice, so I showed him the rest of it." She took the box and smiled at Hank again.
"Good to meet you, Hank. Maybe we'll see you here again." As she walked to the door her hips did a little dance all their own and Hank grinned.
When Meri Lou came back from the door she was steaming.
"The nerve of that woman! I've half a notion to throw a box of nails into her pool."
Hank laughed. "Hey, come here and let your dinner settle. I've never seen you get mad before, that was fun. An instant flare of the old green-eyed monster. You were jealous of every inch of her. They are big, aren't they?"
"Yeah, damn it, forty-two inches at least. And she claims she didn't use silicone."
"I bet." He grinned. "You really were mad, weren't you? You think I'd be interested in something like that? Some two-footed cow with two big udders instead of one?"
"I never can tell. She told me she wants to swap with us, you know wife-swap, fuck-swap. I told her she'd have to ask your wife."
He held out his arms and she fell into them. They sat down on the sofa and he kissed her for a long time, pulling her close, cuddling her into a ball on his lap. When the kiss finally ended, he laughed softly.
"Do you think I'm ready for marriage?"
"I think you are, Hank. You've got a steady job, if fourteen hours a day is considered steady. You're full grown and you've had "your first experience with girls. . . that means you fuck good. And you're over twenty-one. I'd say with some help you might make it now."
"You didn't ask about my mother."
"Oh, the old apron strings. Are they cut clean?"
He got his hand on her tit.
"Sure you wouldn't prefer forty-two inchers?"
He shook his head. "You know what they say, a tit in the hand is worth two in a bikini."
"They say that, do they?"
His hand closed around her breast and held it.
"You really think I'm ready?"
"Depends on what kind of a marriage: shotgun, Shinto, hippy, or formal."
"It doesn't matter."
"Hell, I don't know if you're ready, but I sure am. The next eligible man who asks me is going to be stuck with me."
He kissed her hard and his hand began moving on her tit. She took his hand away.
"No fair," she said. "If you're getting serious, I want to have a clear head."
He laughed and nodded. "Right. So I might as well get it over with. I've never done this before. Hell, why not? Meri Lou, I want to marry you."
She took his hand and put it back on her tit, then kissed him and leaned back on the sofa pulling him with her. When she got her lips off his five minutes and a good feel up later, she laughed.
"I guess that's the way I say yes, I'll marry you. Now let's go into the bedroom for the celebration of our engagement."
"Hell, I didn't even get a ring."
"Tomorrow, as soon as the stores open."
He nodded, "But right after my surgery call."
They went to the bedroom, pulled the blind and the shade, and turned on the bathroom light. She stretched out on the bed and held out her arms.
"I don't know if it will be any fun fucking an old married woman or not."
"After you try it half a dozen times, you let me know," Meri Lou said and began undressing.
The next morning Meri Lou took her swim with Sally, then had some sun and in the afternoon took a small nap. The phone jangled bringing her out of a fun dream with Hank.
She blinked and got the handset on the third ring.
"Yes?"
"Hi, Aunt Meri Lou? This is Claude."
"Yes, Claude."
"I was wondering if you have anybody to mow your lawn yet."
"No, not steady."
"Well, I've got a cousin, I'm not sure if you know him, but his name is Bill. He's fourteen, almost the same age as me. And, well, Aunt Meri Lou, he just is afraid of girls. I wanted to double date with him and he laughed at me. Now, I was wondering if you could have a talk with him, you know, about girls, and how they are people, too, and they want to do things just the way boys do. It sure would help him a lot."
"Well, Claude, I'll tell you. I'll take his name and phone number and have him do the lawn. If I think he's ready for a talk, I'll do it. As you know, this has to be done at just the right time or it doesn't work."
"Hey, I know, and thanks a lot for helping me. I really mean that. Someday maybe I can do you a favor."
"I hope you can, Claude. I'll give BUI a call at the end of this week."
She hung up and sighed. She was deliriously happy. Yet when she heard Claude's voice her heart gave a little leap of joy. She felt her breasts warm too. Meri Lou sat up in bed and frowned.
Now she knew for sure. She loved Hank with all of her heart and mind and soul. But still there was room around there someplace for medium-sized boys who were afraid of girls, for Claudes and Bills and all the rest she had helped, and would help in the future. Because now she knew for certain, she would go right on talking to her nephews, counseling them in the only way that she knew, trying to make them understand girls as not just things, and not just "hands off" objects in the contest of fucking. She had to help these kids to learn about love in a calm and adult manner so they would become better, more loving, and more normal adults.
She knew she was tempting the law and society in her quest, but it was something that now she knew she would do. As she tried to think of Billy, she felt her breasts warm as she looked forward to Friday, and another young boy in her life.
