"Sure, you're well-groomed and attractive, but are you also the kind of girl a man never forgets ... or do you perhaps need to improve your attitudes and techniques so that you can both get more out of making love?"
A popular woman's magazine (Cosmopolitan, February, 1972) directs that age-old question to its feminine audience, but it could as easily be asked of their partners.
One phenomenon today (one of many) that astonishes the elders of our society is that the young are so completely open in their seeking for happiness. They have no hesitation in demanding the pleasures that, thirty years ago, were supposed to be simply the occasional by-product of "being good." Even the concept of "goodness" has changed drastically. The consequences of these utterly different beliefs means that a so-called "dialogue between generations" is doomed to failure, because two like-sounding yet completely different languages are being used.
Are all these liberated teenagers experiencing free sexuality from the age of thirteen on-as some would have it? Miss Dart gives us her answer, and it's a resounding No! Yet, they hold themselves open to experience and are able to accept their own physical natures when opportunity finally comes their way.
This novel, light-hearted yet basically serious of intention, points out the perils of too severe repression. One's basic nature, it seems to tell us, will come to the fore regardless of moral strictures or lack of faith in oneself. The feminine protagonist (there are no more heroes and heroines, the critics tell us) perpetuated her own innocence until it was almost too late, so that when she fell it was in a way that shocked her on many levels.
Breaking the tremendous taboo of incest, she still had the courage and strength to move forward instead of retreating to chilly spinsterhood. The author refrains from telling us, but rather lets us see for ourselves, the happiness that can come with a liberated mind.
It is possible that future generations will smile with amused nostalgia over the moral problems that today seem so serious. Yet in the here and now, we need books like this, fictionalized portrayals of actual situations, to help us decide for ourselves.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The bed creaked and sagged as he crawled across it. Peggy stirred restlessly, still half asleep but coming slowly awake and alive with lust. She'd tried to control herself for so long, too damn long. Now she knew she couldn't refuse her desire for that hard warm young masculine body, couldn't deny how she longed to feel his throbbing cock inside her.
She held herself still and kept her breathing shallow, still half playing games with herself. If she pretended to be asleep until it was too late, until his boyish prod was inside her, then it'd be like rape; and she would not be responsible. But a deep gusty sigh escaped her pretty lips and she had to move a little so the boy could pull the covers down and crawl in beside her.
She felt the heat of his fine young body and then his hands, one around her shoulders and the other on her hip, turning her to face him. Then the smooth hairless flesh of his chest was rubbing against her tits and a heavy leg threw itself over her waist. He didn't try to kiss her but put his head down in the hollow of her throat, nuzzling and gently biting.
All of her senses were totally awake and aware. She could smell the unique almost man-scent of him as he rubbed a hand softly up and down her thigh. The moon had gone under a cloud so she could barely see the rise of his shoulder against the deeper blackness of the room. Her cunt was hot and alive, damp with the juices that seeped from inside with automatic vigor. She moaned deep in her throat and slipped a hand along his side, close under his damp armpit. All of her wanted him just as badly as he must want her.
When she felt his hard boy's cock twitch along her thigh, she smiled to herself in the darkness. He'd been bold enough, slipping into her room and her bed, but he was so very young! It seemed that his bravery had faded once he got this far or, more than likely, he didn't know exactly what to do next. That was all right, it was his youth that attracted her in the first place. His youth and his smooth tanned skin and those wonderful deep brown eyes that she'd hardly dared look into for fear of giving herself away.
She even thought she knew what gave him this sudden courage. The sight of her with her brother-in-law and nephew, both so blond and so handsome, must have maddened Phil with jealousy. No doubt he'd noticed that Bryce and Teddy were sleeping on the far side of the house. And of course, the drinks he'd had gave Phil false courage. She herself had contributed by dancing with him, letting him hold her close in spite of herself, smiling up flirtatiously and letting her tits rub against his colorful shirt.
He moaned and moved against her, his hot breath coming raggedly. She thought that she'd have to initiate any action-and she'd better do it soon before he lost his nerve and his hard-on. Peggy reached for the smooth-skinned prick, hearing him gasp as her fingers closed around its heaviness. It would be fun to play a while, to kiss his cock and guide his hands and lips to her tits, but they could do that later. Her body ached too damn much to hold back any longer.
She pulled him closer by the prick and wriggled her body halfway under him. Her spread legs took the weight of his groin and his cock, still in her gentle grip, lay between them with the head just touching her moist pubic hair. That electrified him. He got at once to his knees and shoved her hand aside, himself guiding the blood-gorged head to the narrow slit.
Peggy obligingly scooted down on the small of her back, raising her cunt so the pushing head could slip easily in. At the same time she shoved the pillows out from under her head. He held her by the hips and hunched forward, sending the hot young meat deep inside her full-grown pussy. They both gasped at the sudden ecstasy. Peggy wanted to say something, to tell him how good it felt, but all she could manage was a breathless groan.
He pumped his hips a few times, as if trying it out, and she let him know by her answering motions that he was succeeding. Inexperienced he might be, but he had the energy and enthusiasm of youth to compensate. And God knows, she had the experience-even if it'd been a while since she'd gotten to use it! She let him settle down to a hard steady rhythm before she began anything else. It felt so wonderful, so achingly exciting, her whole body was on fire.
After a few moments she ground her hips in small circles, sliding up and down his slick shaft all the while. He caught on quickly and varied his strokes in an interesting way. Just as she suspected, the boy had natural talent! Some fifteen-year-olds would have plunged right in and shot their rocks off in twenty seconds; she'd been prepared for that reaction to his first fuck. But fortunately for her, he had better control.
Peggy felt herself rising to that high tension, that state of breathtaking mindless total involvement, that meant her orgasm was coming on fast. She opened her eyes wide, straining to see his handsome young face.
Little by little the room was brightening, as the clouds passed away from the face of the moon. She was glad. She wanted to look in his eyes during her cum.
His face gradually came clear as if a mist were being swept away. At first simply surprised, then with the beginning of horrid shock, she saw the supposedly tanned skin turn white, the deep pools of his chocolate brown eyes sparkle with a blue glitter. Still pumping her hips up at him, her mouth opened in a soundless O. He grinned down at her, obviously relishing her surprise.
Then his face changed into an ecstatic mask as his cum suddenly overtook him. He grasped her shoulders tight and pumped in a broken rhythm, his hot jism spurting deep into her eager cunt.
It triggered her climax, too. She clutched him in return and bounced aimlessly under his lessening spurts. They collapsed in a warm wet tangle and Peggy moaned-whether in shock or ecstasy, she wasn't certain.
"My God, my God ... Teddy!" she groaned.
"Dear Auntie," he whispered. "My darling Aunt Peggy, you're just as marvelous as I suspected."
Peggy closed her eyes against the wash of feeling that swept over her. How the bloody hell had this happened? She'd been so sure of herself, and so sure of Phil. It was bad enough to be fucking the crude young boy who helped her around the store. He wanted her and she wanted him, and she could tell herself that it wouldn't harm either of them. A thousand times she'd heard men say that their first and happiest experiences were with older women. But this-this was incredible!
Vaguely she knew Teddy was talking to her, but she kept her eyes closed, clamped tight, and put her hands up to cover her ears. She couldn't possibly see or listen until she'd had time to recover from the shock of finding herself fucking her own blood nephew.
Shame swept over her but her satisfied, relaxed body counteracted by cuddling closer to his warmth and male hardness. If Teddy had tricked her, it was somehow still her own fault.
Peggy felt completely overwhelmed with the speed at which all this had happened. After all, Bryce and Teddy had only just arrived, and here she was in bed-and happily so, that was the worst of it-with the fourteen-year-old son of her brother-in-law.
And it was only in the very recent past that she'd begun to admit to herself that she needed and wanted a man....
Peggy had to face the truth: every time her handsome young stock boy came near her, she grew dizzy and faint.
And it wasn't just the slight but unmistakable bulge at the top of his pantleg that made her begin to blush and grow tense. It was, more than anything, the melting chocolate brown eyes that did her in. When she looked into them she was lost, drowned, hardly capable of speech, captured and captivated.
She had a kind of mirror vision that showed herself as she assumed she looked to others, and it was a cool, confident look. She could see herself now sitting in the patio of her shop, with her elegant long legs crossed, her back straight and slim, her chin high. She could see her crisp blonde-white head against the flamboyant background of colorful plants and flowers. And she knew that she looked poised, well-dressed in her pale green pant suit, well made up with the blackened arched eyebrows and the slash of pale glistening crimson mouth on the golden-tan of her face.
There was nothing weak or depraved or particularly sensual about that picture. If only, she thought, her inner reality could match that sophisticated exterior!
She tapped the ash off her cigarette nervously and fingered one of the piles of brown envelopes in front of her. It was Saturday, payday, the day she'd come to dread. Most of the week she could send Phil's orders through Maria, the high school girl who helped out in the summer. And of course they were all very busy during the tourist season. It was the few summer months that Peggy had to depend on to keep the shop running, and to support herself. So since Phil knew his duties and didn't need to be told everything, she'd managed to keep their contact as small as possible.
But on Saturday, there was no getting around it, she had to sit here and play the boss role, handing out the bank envelopes with the bills and coins inside. And all the time, those lustrous beautiful eyes would be fixed on her.
It was really ridiculous that she should be attracted to a high school boy, a dropout at that, a boy who slouched about his duties in jeans and T-shirt, a boy who wore Mexican leather sandals on his bare feet and spoke surfer slang, whose long brown hair flopped over his forehead, making him look like every other young cub on the beach. But somehow her heart ached at the sight of his muscular young frame, and she wanted to put out her hand and ruffle the hair where it grew over the nape of his slender neck.
She paid him the minimum wage because it was all she could afford, and she supposed he spent it on his old car, and wax for his surfboard, and drive-in movies with his girl. And damn it, how she hated that girl, that pretty little Susie! She came by the shop sometimes and Peggy wanted to slap her sullen pretty face. Just by being young and fresh and shapely, not needing to wear a bra or even lipstick, she made Peggy feel old and dried-up. Sometimes Susie wore a sweatshirt of Phil's over her tight jeans and that particularly enraged the older woman.
Peggy decided she'd been alone too long, turning down the few dates she was offered, spending her evenings keeping the shop open and then just falling asleep in front of the television. But damn it, she couldn't afford to get away! Most of the time she loved her pretty little shop and felt proud of her ability to make a living for herself. She'd gone out a few times since Bob died, but the man she liked the most came on too strong for her. She was half afraid of Andy Kermit, afraid he'd make her fall in love with him and then move on to another, younger girl.
But maybe that would have been better than getting this obsession with a youngster like Phil!
"Miss Peggy!"
The deep yet youthful voice woke her from her daydream. She felt an instant stirring in the pit of her stomach, an unlocalized ache that came and went recently and disturbed her tremendously. She knew what it was all right, but so far she'd refused to admit it. Sexual hunger simply wasn't in her scheme of things; it didn't suit her image of herself of her idea of how a nice woman should feel and behave. But when Phil suddenly, silently walked into the patio, the vague feeling gathered itself and centered into an acute sensitivity in her groin. All right, face it, she told herself. It was her cunt that ached and it was her hungry wet cunt-lips that throbbed so lustfully
"Oh hi, Phil. Guess I was daydreaming."
"You've got a right to rest," he said. "It's been a busy day. You sure hauled in the loot though."
"Thank heaven for tourists." She smiled at him and handed him his pay packet, her fingers tingling as they barely grazed his.
He was usually off like a shot the minute he got his money, probably to find Susie and treat her to Cokes or whatever these kids did. But this time he lingered, looking rather nervous.
"Uh, Miss Peggy, I wondered...."
"Yes, Phil?"
"Well, look, maybe you wouldn't be interested," he mumbled, "but some of us kids got this place together, this coffee house! The opening's tomorrow evening, really afternoon and evening."
"That sounds great, Phil. I hope it doesn't mean you're leaving me." Her heart sank at the thought.
"Gee, no! I'm not actually working on it, it's my friends mostly. We've got this guitar player and some other acts, for the opening. And I wondered ... well, we thought maybe you'd like to come to it."
Her sun came out from under a cloud and the air around her brightened. It was really absurd to be so pleased at the thought of seeing him socially, away from the business atmosphere.
"That's very sweet of you, Phil, I'd love it! Tell me when and where."
"Oh, say four-thirty. And Susie and I, we'd like to take you if that's okay. As our guest, like."
"That'll be fun and I appreciate it."
"Well, gee, Susie thinks you're really neat!" He went on talking about the coffee house and his friends and the "far out" guitar player that he knew she'd "flip over." Peggy was happy just to sit there and watch his face, animated for once instead of wearing that reserved, secret face all the young seemed to have.
"... Okay then, we'll see you tomorrow at four-thirty sharp."
"Great, I'm looking forward to it. ... Oh damn it! There's somebody at the door. Phil, would you mind answering it? Tell them the shop's closed till tomorrow. I simply can't wait on one more customer even if he wants to buy the most expensive thing we've got."
"Sure, just sit tight and I'll get rid of him."
He was back moments later, his forehead creased in worry lines, his big hand clutching a yellow envelope. "It wasn't a customer, Miss Peggy, it was this telegram. Gosh, I hope it's not bad news."
"Funny they didn't phone it ... damn it, maybe the phone's gone out again." They'd been having trouble on the line and it was a real nuisance. She took the envelope and slit it open while Phil watched and waited. She couldn't imagine who it could be from.
"Is it bad news, Miss Peggy?"
"No ... not at all. It's from my brother-in-law ... and really quite a nice surprise. He and his son are arriving this evening for a visit: Heavens, I haven't seen them in years ... not since my husband's funeral."
But she was ashamed of her first thought, which was that now she couldn't go out on Sunday with Phil. And Susie, of course.
"Well hey, why don't you bring them along tomorrow? Maybe they'd get a kick out of it. I don't know where they come from...."
"Fresno."
"Do they have coffee houses and stuff like that there? Anyhow, why don't you bring them? It's an opening, they might like it."
"That's a great idea. Teddy must be ... oh, around fourteen, now. He'd enjoy it, I'm sure."
They left it that Peggy was to phone if there was any reason for Phil not to pick them up, but if he didn't hear anything, he could assume it was all right.
At least when Phil walked out the door, she had something else to think about. Bryce and Teddy Grover. Yes, Teddy must be in his teens by now. But why wasn't Marge, Bryce's wife, with them? She'd find out soon enough. She'd never cared much for Bryce's wife anyway.
Peggy realized that she'd be very, very glad to see Bryce. For one thing he had a good business head, and might be able to figure out how she could make more money without working such long hours.
Then, too, having company would take her mind off Phil. He looked so much like Bob and that would hurt a bit, but maybe when she thought of her dead husband she'd be able to get over her fixation with the handsome young stock boy. She seldom thought of the past, but it all began to flood over her.
CHAPTER TWO
No matter how she tried to control her mind, her thoughts kept turning to one subject: sex.
Even hearing that Bryce and Teddy were about to visit, when she should be worrying about getting food in and putting clean sheets on the spare room beds, she found herself instead recalling her marriage. And more specifically, her honeymoon.
Bob had been a wonderful man and if he'd lived, she'd never have had to eke out a living like this. But he hadn't had a chance to provide for her as he would have liked to. He was barely getting his own business on its feet-he was a commercial photographer-when that unlucky auto accident snuffed out his life. She was lucky to have the house, or rather to have had the mortgage insurance that gave it to her free and clear.
Peggy sighed and gave in to her urges. She put down the grocery list she was making and went into the bedroom, turning back the blankets and sheet. She had plenty of time before the midnight flight arrived and she knew she couldn't do one more thing with her body demanding its pent-up release.
Settled comfortably against the pillows, her right hand inside the narrow band of her panties, she let the scenes of the past flash through in her own private movie screen, her mental recall urging her fingers on as they stroked her moist cunt-lips.
Bob was tall, blond, blue-eyed with clean handsome features. Built like an athlete, he excited her physically from the time when they first met, right out of high school. They necked in the back seat of his car, in her parent's living room, in the last row at the movies and in fact any place and any time they had a chance. But they never went too far because they both wanted her to be a virgin when they married.
She remembered being half frightened the first time she noticed how excited she Could get. Stretched out in the back seat of the car, looking at the moon shining on the trees, they held each other close and kissed wordlessly. He pressed his tongue between her lips and swirled it softly through her wet mouth. His hands were roving up and down her body, feeling the outline of her breasts and tits through her thin summer dress and nylon bra. He stroked her waist and hips and when he did that, she realized suddenly that her panties were damp. It shocked her so that instinctively she pulled away.
Bob didn't know the exact cause but he could guess her fear. "Don't worry, honey," he whispered. "I won't get out of hand. You're too precious and our love is too important for that."
He wanted her all right, but he wanted everything to be perfect for her first real sexual experience. And it was.
They were married in her family church in Fresno and then drove to Laguna Beach for their honeymoon. The motel was right at the water's edge and they had a big attractive room with a balcony overlooking the ocean.
She remembered how Bob had been standing on that balcony when she shyly emerged from the bathroom. And how he turned and looked at her and she was happy but afraid, knowing the dim light silhouetted her body through her delicate pink nightie and negligee.
"You are so beautiful," he said softly. "I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world."
Her throat was so choked that all she could say was "Darling!" in a breathless voice.
Bob came up to her and put his arms around her, and she held his face up for his kiss. He smelled so clean and nice, spicy from the aftershave lotion over his own masculine odor. His body was hard and warm against her and she could feel what she knew was his prick pushing against her belly. Her svelte body melted eagerly into his. She was struck by the intimacy of the moment. It was the first of many, of course, that would last-or so she thought then-the rest of their lives. And in a way it was a kind of test of their love for each other, a night that would set the emotional standards for the times to come.
He led her to the bed and they lay on it, clinging to each other, both of them wanting to prolong the tenderness of the moment. Bob kissed her lips and the hollow of her throat and slowly aroused the dormant desires in her virginal body. She felt a stab of anxiety when he untied the ribbons at her throat and drew the negligee down off her arms, but it was immediately followed by loving pleasure as he looked at her in the thin nightdress. She knew her body was not only young and untouched but shapely, even beautiful. Her breasts jutted boldly, creamy white globes tinted by the pink of the fabric. His eyes' traced the curving lines to her slender waist and flaring hips, stopping only a moment at the soft triangle of her groin.
"Your beautiful long legs," he said. "Oh, honey, you're just so gorgeous all over! And to think all of that beauty is mine!"
"I love you so much," she whispered.
"Oh, how I love you!"
After that she didn't mind when he raised the hem and caressed her bare breasts. She felt ecstatic arousal when he kissed and sucked the tits, and fell back against the pillows, hardly able to breathe.
"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. I don't ever want to hurt you."
"Don't worry, darling," she said. "I want you too, you know. Touch me there-you'll see."
Now that the time and place and circumstances were right, she was proud of the moistness that dewed the flanges of her vagina. It was a compliment to him, she thought, and evidently he did too. He ran his fingers softly along the trembling delicate edges of her pussy, sucking his breath in sharply at the discovery that they were dampened by her lubricating juices.
"You darling," he said thickly.
She kept her eyes closed while he stood up and took off the bottoms of his honeymoon satin pajamas. It seemed as if even behind her closed eyelids she could see his powerful body and the rock-hardness of his penis. Then she realized she wanted to see, that this was to be the most momentous experience of her life and she wanted it all, sight as well as sound and touch and scent.
When she looked at him and saw the huge bulbous head of his prick, inches from her eyes, she was frightened again. But she trusted Bob completely and her own body was as eager as was" his.
He didn't hurry her. He lay back beside her, the difference being that their flesh was touching directly instead of through two layers of clothing. That excited her even more and she began to moan in the back of her throat. Her hips undulated gently and instinct made her legs fall loosely open.
He stroked her first with his fingers, his hands coursing over her inner thighs and the luscious pink furrow of her pussy. One finger probed gently between those hair-lined flanges, finding her tight sex-sleeve hot and moist.
Peggy looked into his eyes, seeing his tender and loving look and knew that she would always be grateful for his tenderness and obvious concern for her comfort and happiness.
Leaning on his elbows over the smooth stretch of her body, Bob shoved the lust-hardened head of his penis against the moist flanges of her cunt. His first entry gave her an unexpected pleasure with the pressure on her clit and the delicate inner lips, but a moment later she jumped with the unexpected pain.
"It's all right, sweetheart, I'll go slow."
But she urged him on with her hips, thrusting up against the long thick protuberance of his cock. Even if it hurt, she wanted it! Easing himself in slowly, Bob felt the tight muscles gradually relax. He loved her so much at that moment that tears came to his eyes and Peggy, seeing them, felt her own love overwhelming her.
"I'm okay. Go on, darling, do it!"
The pain gradually gave way to a new sensation as he stroked slowly in and out, a strange sensation that made her catch her breath and clutch his arms tightly with her slender fingers. Dear heaven, but this was so good! She could never get enough of this! Sensing the change he smiled at her and pounded down harder, losing himself in the excitement of the moment, hearing his balls smack on her upturned ass, urged on by the gathering pressure. She looked up into his desire-contorted face and suddenly, to her astonishment, she knew she was going to cum.
Just at the same moment that, in her fantasy, orgasm came in her hotly steaming depths, Peggy felt her real cum sweeping over her. Working her fingers wildly in and out of her lonesome devouring pussy, she remembered how her first cum had felt.
Relaxing limply on the bed, her sticky fingers loosely at her side, she dreamed of how happy they'd been.
Suddenly she remembered that Bryce and Teddy were due that evening and leaped guiltily to her feet. She still had the beds to make up, and herself to get showered and dressed!
"You and Bob had the right idea, getting over to the Coast," Bryce said. Late as it was, he and his son weren't the least bit sleepy. They'd decided they could sleep in the next morning, and now he was lazily relaxed in a chair with a tall whiskey and water.
"Yes, I like it here, although I get lonesome sometimes," Peggy admitted.
"Lonesome? A gal who looks like you?" Bryce's smile was anything but brotherly, Peggy thought. "Don't give me that, honey!"
She flushed and looked down at her own drink. Her feelings about her brother-in-law were somewhat mixed, because she felt his attitude toward her was a bit friendlier than she expected. Or perhaps friendly wasn't the right word. The kiss he'd given her at the airport was not the conventional salute of a relative but instead a long and passionate embrace. Peggy had felt her body melt into his in a way that upset her even though it also excited her.
And he'd acted since much more like a man flirting with a pretty stranger than a reliable stand-in for his dead brother.
Besides, there was the way he acted with Teddy. The boy was only fourteen, after all, but Bryce insisted on giving him a drink too, and in talking in front of him about things that seemed advanced for his years.
"Yes, you had the right idea," Bryce continued. "Running a hardware store is a dull business, my dear, and in Fresno it's even duller. That's why Ted and I decided to have ourselves a little vacation."
"Marge didn't want to come?"
"Come on now, sweetie, don't be naive. Marge and I have been married for eighteen years now ... we always take separate vacations." He chuckled. "You and Bob would have come to the same point too, marriage is all the same."
"I don't know about that." She wasn't quite sure what he meant but definitely didn't think she agreed.
"Sure you would. Where've you been the past few years? That's how come there's so much wife-swapping and sex parties. People want to keep a marriage together but they know they'd go nuts if they didn't get a little outside poontang!"
"Bryce!" Peggy wondered if he were drunk. "Even if you think so, that's no way to talk in front of Teddy. And I can't believe you really mean it."
"Come on now, Aunt Peggy," the boy drawled. "Things are different now than when you were my age. Or at least, people are more honest."
The look he gave her embarrassed and angered her. "I'm only twenty-five," she said defensively.
"Then don't sound like an old biddy," he advised her.
Casting about for a change of subject, she asked them what in particular they wanted to do while they were there. "I suppose you'll want to go to the beach, Teddy. You can rent surfboards, you know. And-oh yes, I almost forgot!"
"What's that?"
"The boy who works for me, his name's Phil, is involved somehow in the" opening of a new coffee house. He's invited us to go as his guests."
"Sounds like fun. But don't let us cramp your style, Aunt Peggy. If you and the boyfriend want to be alone-"
"Certainly not! And he's not my boyfriend, he's just a kid who works in the shop." She hoped she wasn't blushing.
"All right, Teddy, that's enough." Bryce didn't really sound stern, but the look he gave his son shut him up. "Mix us another drink, and let Peggy and me talk."
Nervous, not wanting to talk about it but unable to let the subject alone, Peggy said, "I can't believe you mean that, Bryce. You and Marge have always seemed to have an ideal marriage."
"That's the point, we do."
"Then you were just kidding."
He paused to take a swallow from his glass. "I can't believe in you, kid. A hot-looking babe by yourself! Not only are you home on a Saturday night, but you're trying to tell me you don't know what's really going on!"
"That stuff isn't real, all the wife-swapping and key parties! I don't believe it. Nice people just don't do things like that."
He laughed coarsely. "Listen, Marge and I've been in wife-swapping clubs for years! She enjoys it just as much as I do. In fact, I couldn't keep her away if I chained her up!"
Peggy definitely didn't want to hear about it. "Tell me all the news from Fresno," she said. "I'd rather hear about that."
They talked for a while and Teddy yawned, bored now, and said he thought he'd turn in. "You old folks can sit and yatter if you want to."
He was barely out of sight in the bedroom when Bryce came over to sit on the sofa beside Peggy. His handsome rugged face and crest of blond hair reminded her so much of Bob that she felt insecure again.
"I'm sorry if I upset you, honey." He looked seriously at her. "I would never want to do that, or hurt your feelings."
"I don't like that land of talk."
"Don't be mad at me," he coaxed, laying his arm on the sofa back. "Tell me you're not mad."
He was so close that she was crowded uncomfortably into the comer. Sipping nervously at her drink, Peggy felt his warm breath on her cheek. "No, I'm not mad, Bryce. Now go back and sit down."
"Sit over there when I could be close to a beautiful doll like you? Don't look so scared, honey. It's all in the family, you know." He laughed his coarse laugh.
It was impossible to believe that this was Bob's brother, whom she'd known fairly well for years. He was certainly making a pass at her, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.
"Please, Bob!"
He tightened his arm so it was resting on her shoulder. Carefully putting his drink on the carpet, he put his other hand on her upper arm. He was so close she could see where tomorrow's beard was already starting, and smell his whiskey-laden breath. Up close she could see the telltale lines and rosy flush of the heavy drinker. She shrank back as he moved his hand up and down her bare arm.
"I've always wanted a little piece of this action," he said. "And good old brother Bob would have let me have it, in time. I used to tell him so, tell him that he had all the luck in the family and he'd have to share it sooner or later."
"He wouldn't!" The very thought made the tears come.
"Now, now, don't cry, honey. Here." He took a handkerchief out and dabbed at her cheeks.
"Don't talk like that about Bob!"
"He was a human being just like the rest of us. And so are you. Don't tell me you haven't felt those same urges ... and given in to them, too. I'll never believe Bob's the last guy you fucked."
"Well, he is!" But all the same she felt, guiltily, that Bryce was right. After all, hadn't she been lusting after that kid, that young beach bum, Phil? And this very evening hadn't she been so driven that she had to quit her housekeeping chores and masturbate?
"If that's the truth, and I can hardly believe it, then it's a damn good thing ol' Uncle Bryce came along! You need me, baby, and you need me bad!" He put his mouth on hers in a long, searing kiss.
To her dismay, her body responded with a leaping pleasure even though she put up her hands and tried to-fight him off. "No, NO!" she said, pushing at him with all her strength, tearing her face from his. "Don't, don't!"
All he did was laugh and take both her wrists in one of his big hands. "If you can convince me you really mean it, honey, okay."
Shoving at him, she leaped to her feet. "Get out of here right now, damn you!"
Bryce looked at her, obviously puzzled. "By God, you really do mean it, don't you?"
"You know I do!"
"Okay, okay, I'll let you alone. I never raped anybody yet! And I don't aim to begin now...."
"If you can't behave yourself, you'll have to leave."
"I'll behave ... just as long as you want me to."
"What does that mean?"
He smiled at her, supremely male and sure of himself. "I'm betting on you, honey. I'm betting that this frozen act is just that, an act. And before we leave I'll fuck you-because you ask me to. Beg me to. But I make you my solemn promise, I won't lay a finger on you till then."
Peggy moved away and began snapping off the lights in the room. When she could trust herself to speak, she said, "I'll hold you to that promise, Bryce. Now let's go up and get some sleep."
That will be the day, she thought. But as long as he behaved himself, she owed it to Bob's memory to have them here and entertain them.
CHAPTER THREE
Peggy made up her mind that she wasn't going to let the unpleasant scene with Bryce spoil her weekend. After all, what he and Marge did was certainly none of her business, and she believed in his promise to let her alone.
They breakfasted and had a long, leisurely talk in the sunny patio. Bryce had a lot of charm, there was no getting around it, and she found herself relaxing with him. Yet underneath she was always conscious of the afternoon to come, when she'd see the handsome Phil again, and spend several hours at least in his company.
She knew she looked her very best, and she walked proudly to the door when Phil finally arrived. There was a saucy swing to her buttocks in the scarlet pant suit, she couldn't control it and she really didn't care. It was good to be a woman! It was good to know that not only Bryce's but Phil's eyes fastened appreciatively on her svelte figure.
"Listen," Bryce said after she'd introduced them, "why don't we go in Peggy's station wagon? You can leave your car in the driveway, Phil. It'll be more comfortable for all of us."
As Phil had an old jalopy, that was undeniably true.
Bryce drove the wagon competently. The three young people sat in back and chatted, getting acquainted. It was very nice, actually, to ride beside a handsome blond man, to have one's cigarette lit, to feel that she was being taken care of. The only fly in her ointment was young Susie; she too was dressed in her best and actually had combed her hair, so it didn't hang in an untidy mop over her face. The girl was pretty enough, Peggy had to admit.
The coffee house was called The Underground Railroad; not very original, Phil told them, but the kids seemed to like it. The long narrow room was decorated with posters, most of them in psychedelic colors. Chairs and tables were obviously gathered up from a variety of sources, but the whole effect was pleasant and cheerful.
"This is it, folks," Phil said. "Here's a table and Susie will take your order."
Peggy loved the proud way he said it and the young, vulnerable look on his face. Her hands just ached for the touch of his, and she wanted to stroke his mop of sun-streaked dark hair back out of his eyes. She had to get a tight grip on herself to keep from smiling at him too possessively.
It was a fun evening and she knew Bryce and-particularly-Teddy enjoyed it every bit as much as she did. All the kids went out of their way to be pleasant. Several of them stopped at the table, strangers to Peggy, and made them welcome. With warm happiness she realized that they must have heard about her, known who she was, from Phil! She'd never known he thought twice about her, once he closed the shop door behind himself.
They sipped their coffee and Cokes and nibbled on pastries, and listened to the entertainment, feeling not at all self-conscious for being the only ones over twenty-five in the group. Susie and Phil chattered happily all the way back to Peggy's house, pleased with the success of the evening.
"You two come in and have a drink," Bryce said jovially.
Peggy's heart bounded. She hated to have the evening end and, while she might resent Bryce's high-handedness another time, she was delighted when the young couple accepted.
"I'm going to mix up one of my special concoctions," Bryce said. "Come on, Susie, you can help." He led the way to the kitchen. Teddy, who seemed to have a boyish crush on Susie, followed.
"It was a lovely evening, Phil, and so nice of you to ask us." Peggy switched on her radio until she found some slow, dreamy music.
"We were glad you could come," Phil mumbled.
"And all the young people were so nice to us, I didn't feel out of place at all."
"Gosh, Miss Peggy, you couldn't be out of place anywhere! Besides, you're not that much older than me. Us."
Feeling daring, she danced slowly around the room, smiling at him in unmistakable invitation. She was afraid that maybe he didn't know anything but the newer dances, whatever they were called, but he put his arms around her and swung her around the room.
Peggy closed her eyes to hide their expression of poignant ecstasy. This was more than she dared hope for! He wasn't very tall yet, just enough that her head could nestle snugly in the hollow of his neck. His broad shoulders and strong arms enclosed her. She could feel and hear it when his breathing changed and his heart thudded more rapidly. He was as affected as she was by their warm closeness! Her right hand rested lightly on his shoulder while her left was clasped in his strong fingers. He pulled her closer, letting out a small gasp as he did it, as if it was almost against his will. She felt her tits push against his chest, and knew they grew suddenly as full and hard as thumbs, and knew too that he must feel them.
They swayed there dreamily, his breath blowing little tendrils of her white-blonde hair and his hand cupping her waist. God, she could dance like this forever. It was sheer heaven, the closest she'd come to what she really wanted in years. She was a fool, she knew, but she couldn't help it!
"Okay, you two, break it up!"
Peggy stared guiltily, instantly aware of how they must look to Bryce and Susie and Teddy. Trying to control the blush that flooded her cheeks, she pulled back as Phil dropped his hands from her. His face was as red as hers. Oh, that horrible Bryce, to break up her one exciting moment with that loud coarse voice and laugh of his! She hated him intensely, just as she hated Susie. The young girl stood looking at her curiously, an unsteady tray in her hands. Even Teddy, it seemed to her sensitive conscience, gave her a knowing leer.
"Uh, thanks for the dance, Miss Peggy," Phil said, backing away clumsily.
"Thank you!" She was as bright and casual as she could manage.
"How about that drink, Bryce? You've been ages!"
"It looked as if the time was passing okay for you." He gave her a broad wink as he handed her a glass. "There, try that and see if ol' Uncle Bryce can mix a drink or not!"
It was delicious and its cool flavor helped her to compose herself. Teddy was drinking, Susie and Phil were drinking, and they were all under-age. She didn't approve, not at all, but it didn't seem as if she were in a position to say anything.
The hidden tensions in the room were almost unbearable and they all drank more than they would have ordinarily. The drinks had a powerful kick to them and Peggy knew she was a little tipsy from them. She kept her eyes and hands to herself as much as possible, and when Phil asked for the bathroom, she let Teddy show him. "You can go to my bathroom, Susie, if you like. It's on this side of the patio."
When the two youngsters finally left, Peggy barely said goodnight. She certainly wasn't going to sit up boozing with Bryce another evening, particularly when she suspected what he might have to say!
She'd really been more than half asleep when she heard the door pushed silently open, and sensed the movement of someone in the room. If it hadn't been for the drinks and the pressures of the evening, she'd have known right away that Phil wouldn't come back and let himself into a strange locked house in the dark! But she wasn't thinking, her mind and body were so aroused and focused on Phil that she let Teddy trick her that way....
"Teddy! You are-this is-it's indecent!"
He laughed. "You can say that now, but a few minutes ago, when you thought it-who did you think it was, Peggy? My Dad? Or does Phil have a key to let himself in?"
"No, of course not! I was dreaming, I-I-anyhow, you're too young! And it's-don't you know it's incest?"
"So what? Fucking's fucking! And you were just asking for it!"
"Oh, God, what'll I do?" she groaned.
Shocked as she was, she hadn't really moved away from him. His prick was trailing out of her vagina, his arms were still firmly around her, and in spite of her orgasm, she knew her treacherous body was all ready to go again. She was nervous, terrified and amazingly satisfied, all at the same time.
"Teddy, you've got to get out of here before your Dad starts looking for you!"
"Oh, shit," he said, "nothing wakes Dad once he's asleep."
"You can't be sure of that. Go on, now."
"Without even a little goodnight kiss?"
"Teddy, you're terrible!" She struggled to sit up but he held on to her possessively. He was a big boy for fourteen and his weight was on her, pressing her against the mattress. Somehow he got his hip between her legs and it held her thighs firmly separated. She kicked and shoved, afraid to scream, but he began to kiss her, deep open-mouthed kisses, his tongue running caressingly over hers, his lips like wet velvet. New sensations, unwanted but thrilling, raced over her supple body like widening ripples in a stream. Still her mind said no but her body was increasingly languorous, refusing to obey. He held her for long seconds while she floated, her whole soul drawn up into his avid lips. His youthful hands were running up and down her body, leaving a trail of fiery sparks wherever they touched.
"It's wrong," she gasped. "I can't stop myself, I don't know how. But it's wrong!"
"No it isn't," he whispered. "It's all right. You wanted Phil, a blind man could see that. But I'm here, I'm young and ... willing to learn. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"No, no, NOOOOOO!" she moaned, her arms reaching tightly around his neck.
"You want my cock inside you again, inside your hot little cunt," he crooned. "You've been wanting it a long time, even if you didn't know it."
His hands slipped down to cup her full breasts and electric currents of desire shot through her. "Kiss them," she sobbed, "kiss them and suck them, and make me feel like a woman again."
And Teddy did. He fell on them with a moan of delight, squeezing them between his hands and burying his face in the warm valley between. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked and bit it until she cried out, half in pleasure and half in pain. With the other hand he manipulated the neglected tit, until it got its share of hurting ecstasy. He pulled the covers back so she lay naked in the moonlight, and he could see the pink buds darken and come fully erect.
"You need me," he whispered hoarsely and his hands moved on the sweetness of her flesh. Teddy was excited almost past bearing and he was afraid that in his inexperience he would cum too soon and-worst of all-she'd be dissatisfied or laugh at him. He wanted to set her on fire one more time. The first had been an accident, but this time she would know it was him, Teddy. And after he made her cum this time, she wouldn't be able to resist him again.
He'd seen the way she'd looked at Phil and it was then that he'd made his plan. Just seeing them like that, holding each other tightly and pretending to dance, had made him so hot he'd had to go in the bathroom and jerk off. So with a childish confidence, he'd decided to take the chance.
And it was working! She was warm and alive and exciting, and already beginning to moan passionately under his touch, amateurish as it might be!
He let his hand trail down her ribcage, across the rounded planes of her belly, at last reaching the moist warmth of her satiny sensitive vaginal slit. It was still damp from his cum, damp and sticky. He found her clit, thinking that it was like a rubbery button, and he tweaked it, watching her all the time to see if he were giving her pleasure, if he were doing it right. Her lust-swollen face told him what affected her most and he experimented, first stroking the clit on one side and then the other.
Teddy had a schoolboy's knowledge of sex and something more, because what his father had said was true: Bryce and Marge were swingers, or wife-swappers, whatever you wanted to call it. And twice when the party was given in his home, Teddy sneaked back from where he was spending the night with his boyfriend. He'd peeked through the curtains and while he hadn't been able to see much, he'd seen enough to inflame his adolescent imagination.
Peggy wriggled her hips and gave him little biting kisses on his broad shoulders. That sent him soaring, knowing he could evoke that. response from the sensuous adult woman. He wasn't a bad lover at all-so far! Her ass was writhing and lifting upward toward the pleasure-giving finger while it moved in her, and her moans changed from "No!" to "Yes, yesssss!"
Peggy was indeed lost in her physical needs, needs that had been dammed up for so long that she had no control over herself now. She couldn't care less who was doing this to her even though in the back of her mind a little voice told her that she'd be sick and sorry tomorrow. Her over-heated lascivious body wanted this young boy and she was helpless before the strength of her passion.
She took a shameful delight in knowing that he was only fourteen, that he'd been a virgin until only a few minutes ago, that she'd awakened his lust and he'd always remember that. It even added a perverse pleasure when she remembered that he was a blood relative-and she was breaking one of the oldest sexual taboos that man has known.
His face returned to her breasts, licking and sucking their white tremulous beauty, caressing and kneading the pink tits with his free hand. And all the time his penetrating fingers played-instinctively skillful-in the warm depths of her vagina.
She ran her fingers through his hair and lovingly petted his face. She felt his tongue leave her nipples and dip momentarily into the dimple of her belly. That excited him, she could tell, and she decided she wanted to give him something, a new experience in return for what he was doing for her. Tremendously thrilled at the thought, she whispered, "Teddy."
"Ummmmmm?"
"Teddy, let me-let me show you something. You'll like it, I promise you. Okay?"
He was reluctant to let go, but she insisted with gentle firmness and she switched around on the bed so her face was in his crotch. She heard him suck in his breath unbelievingly, and she smiled to herself. No doubt he'd heard of giving head, or going down on someone, or 69-whatever the kids called it these days. Well, maybe not 69 because she wasn't sure she could give him a blow-job and still show him what to do to her. But she had all the confidence in his youth and she was sure he could get another hard-on to satisfy her before daylight. In any case she was going to do it because she wanted to!
She felt in the dimness for his thighs and pushed them apart. He was awkwardly trying to cooperate, but it was obvious that the knowledge of what she was going to do had shaken him so that he could hardly stand it. She found his smooth lust-hardened penis and was surprised at the size of it already. He was almost a man, he had nothing to be ashamed of right now and she'd bet that he was going to be hung like a bull in a few years.
"Wait!" Teddy begged. "Can we turn on a light? I want to see you!"
She couldn't refuse him even though she preferred the dark where she didn't have to be constantly reminded of the fact that she was incestuously fucking her fourteen-year-old blood nephew. But she couldn't deny him the pleasure of his first sight of naked pulsing female pussy-in fact she was thrilled that it would be hers he'd see. She rolled off the bed for a moment and snapped on the shaded bed light as a compromise.
Back on the bed, she reached again for his smooth, almost hairless thighs, glad that he did at least have pubic hair because it was a mark of his sexual maturity. And she was gratified instantly when he spread her legs wide and stared, marveling, at their smooth perfection.
He placed himself over her crotch, his face poised above her moist tingling loins. She stared at him with love, hardly believing the sight, and feeling a new hot wave of excitement at the thought that he was looking at her, actually examining the most private parts of her!
"It's-fantastic," Teddy said solemnly, looking at the tender hair-lined outer folds the closed protectively like flower petals around her irresistible cunt. He ran his boyish yet already large hands down her thighs, pressing against the inner softness, forcing them farther apart. Every nerve tensed in her body as she waited to see what he would do.
"You're a darling," she said, and seized his rock-hard shaft in her hands. Her mouth watered as she pushed back the foreskin and admired the smooth perfection of his cock. The shaft was white as marble, with the blue vein pulsing, and the head not angrily red like a grown man's, but deep dusty rose and satin-smooth. She couldn't believe anything could be so beautiful, so marvelous, so perfect! Her tongue shot out and traced a fiery path along the underside while her fingers cupped his still hairless balls and gently squeezed and manipulated them. Her mouth gulped wetly as she took the cockhead in her mouth and she heard him let out a lascivious groan.
She was lying on her side and he spread her legs like scissors and-to her delighted surprise-put his head down to that damp opening. She could feel his hot breath tickling the little curly vaginal hairs and even exciting her clit. His hot tongue curled around the tiny organ and accelerating spasms of desire raced through her.
"Put your tongue in," she whispered desperately, releasing his cock from her mouth for a moment. "Put your tongue in and fuck me with it. Hard! Harder!"
When she felt him begin, at first slowly and then with increasing assurance, she sighed deeply and returned to his cock. Her tongue poked against the tiny hole and she felt him squirm. Her ovaled red lips moved up and down while she wetly trapped the head of his prick with her tongue.
He groaned deep in his belly as if it were almost more than he could bear-and it was. The hotly steaming depths of her lewdly open pussy contracted rhythmically, trapping his tongue for moments and then releasing it. Suddenly Teddy stopped and pulled back.
Releasing the burgeoning head from the buttery depths of her mouth, she said plaintively, "What's wrong, Teddy? Why did you quit?"
"Because-because-" there was a note of strain in his voice.
"What is it, darling, tell Peggy?"
"Can I fuck you now? Please? Quickly?"
"Of course, but-"
"I'm going to cum," he said desperately. "I'm trying to hold it back but I can't!"
She laughed softly. The darling boy! "So cum!"
"Not-not in your mouth!"
"Why not?"
She could sense that the idea shocked him, and his shock amused her. Oh, what a great thing it was to have a young innocent virginal boy like this for a lover! An older man, an experienced man, demanded and dominated and later on, she supposed she'd want that again. But not now, not right now!
"Go ahead, you'll love it. But make it last as long as you can. Try to think of something else for a moment, let your hard-on come down a little."
He choked with laughter. "Think of something else? Are you crazy?"
But even the short pause and the laughter helped. His tumescence had died a bit although his little dick was still harder than many a grown man. She lay back and took the swelling cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and expanding as she sucked. Some day he'd have to watch her do it, blow him off. She knew that it was one of the most erotic experiences that a man could have and she wanted him to have it all, not to miss a thing in his sexual initiation. But right at the moment, she needed his attention on her cunt!
It was only moments later that she gasped, and her orgasmic fluid spewed into his waiting mouth. His tongue surged deeper and deeper as her thrashing, contorted body threw itself into its long delirious climax. She was wordlessly, mindlessly grateful that he kept it up even though he must know she was cumming with powerful force and it seemed to her that this was the most fantastically exciting climax she'd ever had in her life.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck me HARD now! I want to cum with you! Make me cum, Peggy, make me cum!"
It came gushing out in long ripping squirts, tearing him up inside, pouring into the willing receptacle of her mouth. He willed his body to go on driving his exploding cock into her wildly working gullet, squeezing her ass-cheeks into ridges with his hands, bucking madly, feeling her working tongue and mouth draining him dry. He couldn't believe it but she sucked up every drop of that steaming foamy fluid, sucked it up and swallowed it until he thought his whole cock was going down that convulsively swallowing throat. All he could say was a hoarse "Aarrggghhhh!" as he collapsed on her.
"Baby, baby, baby," she crooned, moving up to his face and kissing it with her still-damp lips, so that he tasted the acrid flavor of his own jism.
It was wonderful, marvelous, the most thrilling experience of his entire life and he wished he had the words to tell her so. He felt as if he'd changed from a smart-ass kid to a deeply emotional adult in just the space of this past half-hour. He wondered if he would have had the temerity to crawl into her bed if he'd known what a shattering experience it was going to be.
Peggy was exhausted but radiantly happy. She didn't care about anything, she wouldn't have missed fucking Teddy and teaching him to suck and be sucked for anything in the world. No matter what came of it all, she couldn't be sorry.
"Aunt Pegg-" he began and then laughed. "That does sound funny, doesn't it? Peggy, I mean."
"Yes, darling?"
"Are you sorry?"
"No, NO! I should be, I know that. And maybe I will be tomorrow. But damn it, Teddy, right now I can't be anything but happy. Was it good for you?"
"So far out I can't find words to tell you."
She sighed happily and melted into his arms again. "Don't fall asleep, Teddy, or we'll be in trouble. But just hold me close for a few minutes, while I come back to normal."
"I won't," he said and yawned. "Peggy?"
"Yes, love?"
"I'm really a man now, aren't I?"
"And what a man you are!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Those are beautiful beach towels, but they're pretty expensive."
"That's because they're hand-made," Peggy answered. Make up your mind, and get out of here! Let me alone! Mondays were always hard, but this one was impossible, and she was sure that the customer, who'd already fingered everything in the store, wasn't going to buy as much as a hankie.
Since Phil and Maria worked all day Saturday, they both had Mondays off. Business was usually slow and Peggy had time to catch up on her inventory and paper work. Finally the woman left and Peggy tried to get her mind onto business. It was almost impossible.
Her conscience hurt her at the memory of the night before, but at the same time her body still acknowledged the forbidden thrills she'd received. At breakfast, Teddy sent her such knowing and loving smiles that she'd been afraid Bryce had to know something was different. She realized what a terrible mistake it had been to give in to her passion for young men ... and yet, what if Teddy showed up in her room again? She had the feeling that she'd be driven to repeating her folly all over again.
Dusting the stock, waiting on the occasional customer, she told herself that her original mistake was in shutting herself off from the normal society around her. If she'd been dating men her own age, she wouldn't have let the inner pressures build up so strongly. And, of course, the obvious solution was to resume what masculine friendships she'd had, and use them to fill this aching need in her heart and body.
The little bell tinkling over the doorway summoned Peggy to the front of the shop.
"Why, Teddy! What are you doing here?"
The boy looked at her and smiled. "I just couldn't go all day without seeing you, Peggy."
His open sunny smile and his youthful good looks struck her all over again. What a handsome man he'll be some day! She wanted to tell him so, but instead she said, "Teddy, I've got to talk to you."
"Here I am, you darling!"
"Please! What if somebody were walking by the door? Listen, Teddy, you've got to be more cautious. The way you looked at me this morning-if your father hadn't been half asleep, he'd have known instantly what was happening."
"I'm sorry, honey, I'll try not to let it show, but-"
"But what?"
"When I look at you," he said with a rush, "I can't think of anything else! I can see your beautiful body the way it was last night, and I want to make love to you right then."
"Oh, Teddy," she said and sighed. "This is impossible. I think you'd better get your Dad to send you back to Fresno."
"Oh, no!" He moved toward her, his hands stretched out beseechingly. "No, Peggy, you can't send me away!"
"But, my dear Teddy-"
He took one more step and then she was in his arms. His hard young hands pulled her to him and since they were almost the same height, she looked directly into his clear blue eyes for a moment before he covered her mouth with his. His cock swelled into a mighty hard-on as it pressed against her crotch. His hands and arms and body were so warm, so eager! And when he kissed her and softly swirled his hot wet tongue in her mouth, she felt all her resolutions melting. But she managed to pull away long enough to gasp, "Teddy, not here!"
"Then let's go in the back," he demanded. "Lock the shop door, and take me into the stockroom."
It was complete madness, but she couldn't resist. Sending him through the door into her small office, she locked the front door. A quick glance up and down the street told her nobody was in sight and she promised herself that it would be all right. If anyone mentioned later that the store was shut up, she'd say she'd been to the bank.
Teddy was waiting for her, greedily reaching out to catch her and pull her close. He wanted to kiss her again, but Peggy, whose morning had been full of erotic visions, had different ideas.
"Sit there," she said, pushing him to the edge of the shabby couch.
Teddy watched in fascination as the coral-tinted fingernails edged close to his crotch, reaching for the metal zipper tab. Blood pounded in his head, clouding his vision and darkening his pink complexion. He felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out and help that pretty hand, to rip down his own fly and push the hard cock into her hands, but at the same time he was paralyzed by his love for his young aunt. He blushed as he realized what she meant to do, here, in broad daylight.
"What's that in there?" Peggy asked teasingly, squeezing the swollen, hidden organ. "Does that feel good? And that?" She'd left the fly and with each emphatic that she gave an extra small squeeze.
It was almost too much for the infatuated boy, and he rubbed his hand over his eyes and over his aching face with the trace of downy golden fuzz.
"Did you like it when I sucked you? Was it good?"
"Oh, yes," he groaned.
"I'll just unzip this," she said, pulling the tab, "and see if you really do have a hard-on again.
Have you got something nice in there for Peggy?"
Her slender fingers reached inside and released the pulsing rock-like instrument from his underpants and trousers. Teddy looked down and saw his own prick standing out at a bold right angle to his stomach. He was even impressed himself with the size of his hard-on! The smooth shaft stood out from the fuzz of golden pubic hair, and the blood-gorged head bobbed as he shifted on the sofa.
"Oooohhh, my sweet baby does have something for Peggy!" she said, and knelt in front of him, pushing and pulling his hips until he sat just on the edge of his seat, his penis extending like a warrior's sword. Peggy tugged at his clothing until his balls were released too, swaying gently between his strong young thighs.
It was a sight to mesmerize the love-starved woman. She stared at it, fascinated by its purplish gleaming head and the shimmering tiny pearls of moisture seeping from the tip. She licked her lips hungrily and skinned back the foreskin.
"Golly!" Teddy said, naively, "it sure is big, isn't it?"
He was remembering the night before. He would have sworn she'd taken it all in her mouth but now he could clearly see that was impossible. He guessed he must have been so-excited by passion that he received impossible perceptions.
Peggy balanced herself with one hand on the floor and the other reached out to stroke the length of the organ with the lightest of touches.
Teddy felt wave after wave of electric tingles ripple over him. When her head bent forward and her tongue replaced the fingers, he leaned back with a thick groan. It was-almost-the ultimate pleasure to see this beautiful woman salute his manhood with the intimacy of her tongue.
Nobody'd ever believe this, he thought exultantly. Even if I dared tell the other kids, they wouldn't believe me. But it's true, it's true!
Then he forgot his boasting as her hot rough tongue moved along the underside of his penis, finally closing gently on the throbbing head. Every smallest part of him became concentrated on his cock, and excruciating pleasure-pain stabbed him until he groaned and twisted his buttocks, shoving his hips forward toward her mouth. He seized her head, the glistening white-blonde hair slippery between his palms, holding her tightly and forcing her up and down in a bobbing motion. The sofa cushions slid under him as he worked rapidly back and forth, completely under the spell of his demanding desire.
Peggy, too, was completely carried away. She loved his young cock, loved every delicious still growing inch of it! It was so young and fresh, so clean and shiny, so full and hard! She wanted to eat it, to push it so far down her throat that she choked with it! She kept her tongue going in a rapid tattoo of motion, and at the same time her hips undulated back and forth. Her panties were soaking wet with the strength of her desire and she had the feeling she could cum just like this, without his ever touching her cunt at all!
He fucked into her wet cavity as though it were a cunt, aware of his heavy boy's balls slapping her chin, of the yielding warm texture of her tongue and throat. Even while he could feel the exciting pressure of her tongue flicking against the moist spongy tip of his prick, swirling around and around in spite of the way his bulging cock filled her mouth. What a woman, what a woman she is! I love her so desperately I can't stand it! Her short springy hair flopped up and down with the vigor of her movements, her round tanned shoulders bobbed and her breasts swayed beneath her dress.
Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped.
Peggy was panting wetly, grinning up at him obscenely. "Do you like that, Teddy? Is it good?"
"Yes, oh my God, YESSSS!"
"Do you want to fuck me now? Or cum in my mouth?"
"Oh, anything, whatever you want!"
Peggy stood up. "I'm going to undress ... don't lose your hard-on, Teddy. I want you to see me in the daylight ... naked."
"I want to do everything to you," he mumbled. "Things I've heard about, if they're true ... I want to do it all."
Her smile was angelic. "We will, my darling, my sweet baby. Would you like to fuck me from behind-dog-fashion? "
He felt as if his head would burst open. "You bet I do!" He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head without bothering with the buttons, and then stripped off the rest of his clothes. He looked like a young Greek god, his flat-muscled body still slender but obviously going to develop into a powerful man someday.
Peggy knew she was insane with her lust, but she didn't care. She stood up so he could see her, posing with one foot forward, hand on hip, her still firm and youthful breasts jutting forward. His approving gasp made her inhale sharply with pride and pleasure. He reached out but stopped, as if afraid to touch her, and she took his hands and put them on her tits, showing him how she liked to be caressed and have the nipples rolled between thumb and fingers.
"You're so beautiful, I can't believe it!"
His loins ached with need and he wasn't about to be put off with a portion of her-he wanted it all. "Show me how," he pleaded.
Peggy couldn't explain the pride she felt at that, though it was somehow part of her desire for his youth and inexperience. She got down on the dusty floor on her hands and knees, laughing at him back over her shoulder. The boy knelt behind her, awkward but determined, his hard prick ramming into the sweat-slick crack of her ass.
His first try wasn't successful, but he kept at it with boyish determination.
"Use your hands first, to spread my ass."
That clued him in and soon she felt hands feeling her hips and between her slightly spread thighs. Fingers found her cunt and gently probed the cleft of her labia. She jerked and moaned with sudden ecstasy, knowing her pussy was so hot it was actually dripping. It felt so good when he finally shoved the head of his cock in that she nearly collapsed in weakness.
It went deeper and deeper until she could feel the slight hairiness of his belly against the cheeks of her ass. "God," she moaned, "please fuck me, Teddy!" And he did, stroking his penis in and out with deep full undulations that had just the right amount of pressure and roll.
She gasped with building ecstasy and she tried to fuck back, swinging her hips wildly and loving the sensations that shot from her rectum when the pressure of his pelvis slammed against it.
Peggy was beginning to approach a passionate stupor, but it seemed that Teddy was nowhere near ready to cum. He grasped her waist so tightly that afterward she found blue bruises there, and banged into her hard and harder. The pistoning action became wildly erratic so his cock banged first into one side of her cunt and then the other. At last he slowed in steady streaming strokes.
Her eyes closed and her mouth open, Peggy felt herself explode in a dozen minor orgasms and knew there were dozens more left inside her. She felt him stiffen and lunge, and heard him mutter, "Oh, Jeeezzzuss!" His prick pulsed strongly in her cunt and it was fantastic, the hot jism spurting and steaming right into the middle of the biggest climax she thought she'd ever had. Finally he pulled his cum-covered, going-limp cock out of her juicy hole and staggered back and collapsed on the floor, his mouth open and his face shiny with sweat.
Because she couldn't see him, her mind had played tricks on her, so when she turned and realized all over again his youth and relationship to her, she felt shock. Lying in an exhausted sprawl, she wondered how it had all come about, and how it would ever end.
"Gosh, Peggy, there's somebody knocking!"
Temporarily satiated, Teddy stood up in alarm. He wanted the sex games with his beautiful aunt to go on and on, but he was boy enough to be terrified at the thought of getting caught.
"There's a washroom in there," she told him. "Get yourself cleaned up and start unpacking boxes. I'll say you were helping me with the new stock."
She quickly dressed, wiping her wet cunt with a handful of tissue and tossing the sodden heap in the wastebasket. In a very few minutes she was dressed, combed and wearing fresh lipstick.
The boy was slower and he had barely begun to open one of the cartons she indicated when he heard her voice, bright and matter-of-fact.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Andy. I took the opportunity of having my nephew here to get some stock work done."
"I could come back," the deep male voice answered, "but today's my niece's birthday and I almost forgot it. She's been hinting pretty strongly about a red bikini that she saw in here."
"Niece?" Peggy sounded amused. "Didn't know you had one."
"Everybody has a family somewhere," he said. "Do I know her?"
"I don't think so. She told me a young girl waited on her, must have been your Maria."
The swim suit he chose in a size five was a mere handful of fluffy scarlet ruffles, and Peggy thought enviously that it would only be becoming to a very young girl. "Any girl would love that, Andy."
She heard a noise behind her and was unable to restrain a blush, knowing Teddy must have come into the main part of the store. Turning, she said, "This is my nephew, Teddy. Andy Kermit, Ted."
The two shook hands. "Glad to know you, sir. Aunt Peggy, if that's all the work you have for me, I'll run along. Might get in some beach time yet this afternoon."
"Of course, Teddy. Thanks for your help, I really appreciate it."
He banged out of the store, whistling softly. She realized that Andy was looking at her with an odd expression on his face, first surprised and then with a knowing smile. Oh no, she thought, he can't possibly guess just from seeing the two of us together! She watched helplessly as Andy strolled around the store, hands in pockets, his sharp gaze taking in every detail. He leaned on the open door of her office while she gift-wrapped the swim suit. Could he see the wadded-up tissues in the basket, and sniff the unmistakable sexual odors in the small room?
"Good-looking kid, your nephew," Andy said casually. "Why don't we all get together this evening? Your nephew, my niece, you and I? ... "
"Why, I don't know...." she hesitated a minute too long. "I'll have to see if Teddy has anything planned, Andy. But it sounds like fun...."
Peggy couldn't think clearly. Her mind and body were still so thoroughly involved and excited by her love session with the handsome blond boy that she found herself incapable of decision.
"Why not phone home? Is there anyone in the house to take a message?"
"Yes, my brother-in-law...." She dialed and waited, and finally realized the phone must be out of order again. "Damn, Andy, this phone has been on the blink for days now."
"I'll report it for you when I leave," he offered. "Meantime, why don't you come on over right from work? I'll swing by your place and leave a note for Teddy, if he isn't there."
"I guess that'll be all right," she said doubtfully.
"Sure it will," he said. "After all, the kid's got to have some fun. And so do we, don't we?"
Well, why not? Andy's invited me often enough! I must have been out of my mind, thinking that he knew what was going on with me and Teddy, and if he did have any suspicions, the date with his niece should take care of that! And hadn't she just been telling herself that she needed to get out more, with men her own age? Andy couldn't make any passes with the two youngsters there, and if he did, later on, well-why not? Wasn't that just what she needed?
The afternoon dragged on until closing time finally arrived. She locked up and got in her little car. Andy had a lovely home right on the beach; she'd been there once for a cocktail party and was sure she could find it again. Driving slowly through the later afternoon traffic, she found herself looking forward to the next couple of hours. It would be relaxing to sit on his porch and watch the sunset over the ocean. A tall cold drink would taste good, too. She parked and let herself in through the gate in the high grapestake fence.
The door was standing ajar and she thought probably Andy had left it that way for her. Perhaps he couldn't hear the bell from his high balcony. The house was turned to face the ocean, with the kitchen there on the street side and the living room in what would normally be the rear of the house. She moved through the shadowy room toward the sliding glass doors.
"No, you don't get it yet! Not until you're a good girl and do what you're told!" Andy's voice was low, amused, teasing.
Somewhat relieved to know she wasn't alone with Andy, Peggy hurried to the door and stood there blinking in the sudden glare.
"Go on, take it off! Every stitch!"
Electrified, Peggy stopped, leaning against the metal door frame. Andy's voice had deepened, roughened, had a definite sexual edge to it.
"Okay, Andy, I'm undressing," a girl's voice said sulkily. "But you said I could play with Teddy! And he hasn't even taken his shirt off yet!"
"Teddy, and me, too. And Peggy ... you'd like that, wouldn't you? And you certainly said you wanted the bikini! Now go on ... slowly ... turn around. That's it."
"Okay, okay, I'm doing it!"
Peggy blinked and her vision cleared, but she still could hardly believe the tableau that met her eyes. She gulped with shock as she took in every unbelievable lascivious detail.
Andy was lying back in a lounge chair, a tall drink in his hand. At first she thought he was wearing a swim suit below his bare tanned chest. Then she realized that the scraps of red material across his lap were the two tiny bits of the ruffled bikini. And between them, his full hard cock rose, pointing toward the western sun. He was smiling, his gaze on the beautiful young girl, ignoring his hard-on. But Peggy couldn't ignore it, and it was long seconds before she could look away and see the other two.
In front of Andy, standing slim and voluptuous and arrogant, one hand on her naked hip, was Susie! Phil's girl, posing naked for Andy Kermit! Her tits stood out boldly on her immature chest and the way she stood, hipshot, knees angled, emphasized her softly rounded belly and the triangle of soft brown pubic hair.
"Are you sure Peggy is coming? You promised me!"
"Me, too!"
Shock on shock! In another lounge chair was Teddy, not as relaxed as the older man, his every muscle betraying his tension. His blue eyes were fixed on the young girl's nudity and he licked his lips constantly. There was no missing the bulge in the front of his swim trunks. He'd pulled his long shirt aside so he could massage the pulsing organ with both hands.
"Of course she's coming! We're going to have a party, just like I promised," Andy laughed. "She's only human, after all. She can't stay away."
"I don't know," Teddy said. "I guess I shouldn't have copped out to you, Andy. She'll be mad."
"Not after she sees the fun we're going to have," Andy said confidently. "God, when I think of the time I've wasted, not knowing how to get at that beautiful icicle! You had the right idea, Ted."
"I'm not so sure."
"Sure you did! Get your ol' dong in there and that tight little pussy's going to beg for more!"
"Come on, you guys! How long do I have to stand here?" Peggy broke in. "I want to see some action!"
"Sorry, babe," Andy said. "Why don't you two go ahead and fuck a little? I'll watch ... I want to be ready for Peggy when she comes."
As if he'd been released on a spring, Teddy leaped to his feet. "Hey, Susie, let's do it, huh? Come on!" He unbuttoned his shirt and began to pull down his swim trunks.
"I'll get the mat out," Susie said.
As much as anything else, it was their matter-of-fact attitude and complete absence of shame that shocked Peggy. Had she done this to Teddy, turned him into some kind of animal overnight? Guilt swept over her and she hated herself-yes, and Andy too, who had all too evidently corrupted this lovely young girl. She wanted to break in, to scream and shout at them, but her body refused to move and her throat seemed paralyzed.
Teddy's fumbling fingers finally stripped his firm young body of clothes and he moved toward Susie, his hard-on pointing at her, his arms reaching out. Why, how could he? Just a few hours ago he'd been hers alone, loving Peggy, belonging to her as he could never belong to another woman! I can't stand this! Jealousy surged in her and she began to cry as she turned away, heading for the street.
Behind her, Susie and Ted fell out-stretched against the mat, their hot bodies pressed in a close, lewd embrace.
CHAPTER FIVE
His hot probing tongue moved up and down the length of her tingling, hairyedged slit, starting at her lower belly and slithering back, past the clutching mouth of her moist vagina and into the crevice of her wildly flexing buttocks.
When Bryce whispered, "Move down like this," she obediently swung downward on the bed, lying on her back with her knees cocked in the air. Peggy couldn't help the way her lascivious body waited for the tingling thrills that she knew he'd bring her. Right or wrong, she was captivated by the rising hot flood inside her belly.
She still wasn't sure exactly what had happened, how she'd gotten herself into this lewd involvement with her brother-in-law. The scene she'd witnessed at Andy's lay dimly in the back of her mind. She knew she'd been filled with jealous revenge ... and that her body cried out for its share of the excitement she'd watched begin. But she never meant to do this with Bryce. It was only that when she arrived home, her body boiling with passion and her mind torn between disgust and envy, Bryce had been there....
Tomorrow she'd let herself remember exactly what had happened. She'd admit that she'd walked up to him brazenly asking to be kissed, and made his triumph complete. She'd think about it all tomorrow.
At the moment all she could think about was his strong hands moving to the back of her knees and raising them forward until they almost touched the alert rosy buds of her tits. With quivering lustful excitement she knew that now the whole delicate plane of her wide-spread vagina was open to his hands and to his mouth.
She jerked uncontrollably as he surprised her. "What-what are you doing?" but his hands firmly pressed her down again. In spite of her shocked mind, her lewd body was thoroughly enjoying the sensual pleasure as his tongue flicked hungrily against the tight little puckered ring of her fragrant asshole. The sensation that shot up from the probing touch sent electricity through her clenched hands and curled toes. It was so unbearably delicious and exciting! She remembered how much sensation there'd been from the anus when Teddy accidentally smacked his balls against it and realized she still had things to learn about her body and its reactions. Heaven help me, I never knew this could happen! But I love it, love it!
Moaning and gasping as he voraciously sucked and licked, she felt as if a whole new magical world had opened for her. Who would have thought there were such layers and layers of feeling, beyond anything she'd ever experienced!
Then he was back at her clitoris, his hot wet tongue flicking the tiny organ. She shivered with ripples of ecstatic pleasure. He moved up over her, tonguing her belly, kissing her navel, leaving a hot damp trail as he inched along her trembling body. Sucking and biting gently, he found her quivering white globes of breasts.
"Bryce, oh, Bryce," she moaned, "this is so heavenly!"
"Didn't I say so?" He was supremely confident and sure of himself, now that this delicious body was at his complete disposal. He'd envied his brother and admired the beautiful woman he married. Back in Fresno he'd never been able completely to get Peggy out of his mind. He and Marge had plenty of fun with their swap groups and Bryce knew he was popular with the other wives because of his expert love-making. But time and again he compared other women with Peggy, at least in his imagination, and knew that he could never be satisfied until he tried her for himself.
Bryce thought crudely that his sister-in-law was going to be screwed, blued and tattooed before this session was over, and that she'd never be so hoity-toity with him again. In a way he loved her, a tender hopeful love. But in another way he was satisfying his male arrogance and pride, and he meant to humble her completely.
Gasping cries came from her choked throat as sensation after sensation swept through her. He climbed on top at last and she felt the throbbing head of his prick slide into her cunt as if it were on oiled tracks. Her moisture enveloped the huge cock and her inner vaginal walls trembled with clutching desire. Teddy had been marvelous in his boyish way, but this was a real man, all man, who was supercharging her body with electric fire. She ached hungrily, needing the hard driving blows she knew he was going to deliver. She moaned happily as the tightness of her moist passage encased his rock-hard flesh with a muscular control she hadn't known she possessed. His hips and pelvis were cradled neatly against her pubic mound and her legs were high and wide apart, giving him free access to her loins.
Bryce flicked his hips in a tantalizing movement that drove his pulsating cock deep into the clutching hot receptive channel and he smiled, hearing the resounding fleshy smack. He was going to have his fill of this tender young woman! He knew he couldn't keep her, that she'd go on from him to other men and probably find one of her own eventually. But she'd never forget that he was the one to reawaken her dormant sexuality and start her living again!
Then he forgot all about his aims and ambitions as pure sensation took over. He only knew the thrill of his heavy cock buried deep inside the velvety walls of her moist, grasping cunt-and the need of this beautiful girl who was avidly bucking her hips up to meet his stroke.
He thrust furiously, shoving his fat tumescent prick into her warm tight vagina almost violently, ramming and pounding forcefully, the flow of her secretions coating and easing the way with every plunge. At last the throbbing lust-bloated head of his giant rod struck bottom, and his charged full balls crashed hard against the smooth white cheeks of her outspread ass.
Peggy moaned in a long continuous wail, a mingled sound of pain and pleasure as she writhed in thrilling agony beneath him. The rubbery head of his cock battled and pommeled the depths of her soft yielding belly and her quick moment of torment only incited his driving passion more, so that he drove harder into her, moving from side to side, the swollen head of his prick battering against the side walls of her quaking cunt.
She strained against him and he ground harder into her soft avid flesh, feeling her arch her loins passionately up to him, both their bodies rising off the bed while her mewling moan sounded unceasingly. Bryce paused a moment to ease the frantic ache from his savage entry and he felt with gloating satisfaction the continued grinding of her lascivious hips as she urged him on, unable to stand even the briefest break in the hard-driving rhythm. He did wonder what had set her off that evening.
She'd arrived home flushed and excited, her eyes dangerously wild and almost hysterical. She looked more beautiful than ever to him, with the tanned face rosy and the blue eyes shooting sparks from some mysterious emotion.
For a while he thought-as he had suspected earlier-that there was something going on between Peggy and his son. Of course that was impossible. Peggy wasn't that kind of girl, for one thing. For another, there simply hadn't been enough time! His own fault was that he made his play too soon, you couldn't rush women; he knew that well enough. And certainly an unpracticed boy like Teddy couldn't have made it with any reluctant woman, let alone his own newly reacquainted aunt! He told himself that he must have imagined the tension in the atmosphere that morning, or else it came from another cause-most probably Peggy's resentment of his own behavior.
But what had changed her so quickly? She hadn't been drinking, that he knew. He told himself that he'd never understand women and he shouldn't let it bother him; what man really did?
The main thing was that she was here now, his now, and he ground his prick harder into her hot avid flesh, falling into an even driving beat with her slim long legs tightening and releasing as her grasping, snapping pussy worked up and down his hard shaft. They moved together, she retreating as he advanced and then shoving her crotch up to meet his maddening stroke. The cadence increased in fervor while her head tossed wildly back and forth and her clutching hands bit into his hard muscles.
"Ohhhh, it's so good, so good, my darling ... fuck me hard, harder!"
Peggy could hardly believe the words that tumbled out from her mouth any more than she could understand the wild insatiable passion that drove her bucking up against his pelvis. My God, I don't even like Bryce! But wild currents flooded through her and she felt an overwhelming heat that settled inside her vagina and sent warm pulses of ecstasy along her nerve endings. "Oh, God, it's so wonderful...."
Her voice trailed off into a deep groan as the explosive force of her cum wracked her slender body. Riding on waves of liquid motion, she was barely conscious for a long moment as Bryce's hard body bucked up and down on her.
Right when the thrill was most intense, she felt his hands reaching under her and pushing apart the wide-spread cheeks of her ass. He sought and found the small round center of the damp crevice and his middle finger, trailing through the seepage from her cunt, shoved into the resisting elastic-rimmed hole with a popping noise. She jerked under him, having climax after climax, floating high and free in a cloudless bright sky, watching colors flash and bum like fireworks. Ripple after ripple spread through her until it didn't seem as if she could stand anymore. She felt as if she were completely at the mercy of her body for the first time in her life until, like an overloaded circuit, her brain closed down momentarily. Then she floated in velvety darkness, cushioned and cradled by the warm moist body above her that seemed like her only contact with reality.
"Oh, Teddy," she murmured as she slipped off into a light doze, "Oh, Ted! That was so marvelous!"
Why you fucking bitch! Even as his own cum jetted out of him into her almost unconscious body, Bryce stared down at her in shocked anger. Teddy! It was Teddy after all! Who did she think she was, seducing his young son-particularly after she'd rejected Bryce himself so positively? He couldn't bring himself to believe it, and yet her words were so clear, and so unmistakable in their meaning!
His hips pumped spasmodically, driving his still demanding cock into the limp body beneath him. No matter what she'd said, he couldn't stop as he hammered his cock into her with longer, harder thrusts; and at last, he felt the explosion end as his sperm-filled balls spewed the last of their white hot frothing load deep into her defenseless cunt. What he was thinking had absolutely no relation to what was happening. Instead he lived again the morning, sitting over his coffee, very aware of his son giving some kind of meaningful looks to Peggy but not wanting to bother about it then.
Impossible as it seemed, Teddy must have gotten to her-well, the earliest moment had to be Sunday night, after their evening with that young Phil and his girl. Bryce himself had fallen into an exhausted sleep and for all he knew, they could have been balling on the bed right next to him!
As the blood receded from his head, Bryce raised himself and pulled his juicy dong loose from Peggy. His cock flopped limp and slickly wet and he looked at it ruefully. You got there second, boy. Even that wasn't as bad as knowing that it was his own young son who'd scored with the beautiful but reluctant young woman!
Bryce didn't exactly make up his mind what to do; it was more like the plan forming itself, springing full-blown into his mind. He had his full share of normal masculine competitive instinct and it really annoyed him to think that he'd been outfoxed by little Teddy. He couldn't help but wonder how he stacked up next to his son as a lover. What could the boy offer Peggy that Bryce didn't have more of and better? He resolved that he'd prove to her which was the better man ... a chore that was not only a challenge but a real pleasure.
She still slept as he rolled her over and looked long and lovingly at her smooth stretch of white skin. Even though he'd just cum so explosively, electric tingles of desire raced through him. The late afternoon sun was almost gone, but a red glow still spread itself across the svelte body. Her ivory orbs with their rosy tits were flattened slightly by her position. He touched one and rolled the nipple in his fingers, seeing it rise even in her sleep. What a wasted time she'd spent in the years between Bryce's brother and his son! Running his hand down the smooth hips, baring the luscious pink furrows of her pussy, he was rewarded by seeing her eyes open and her lovely mouth smile at him.
"Bryce ... that was wonderful."
For a moment he was tempted to tell her what she'd said earlier, but he put the thought down. Time enough for that-later.
"You're so beautiful," he said huskily. "You'll never know how much this means to me."
"Me, too...." Peggy felt almost shy. She was embarrassed to have thrown herself at Bryce that way, but all the same she felt marvelous, as alive as she could ever remember being.
She writhed luxuriously as Bryce leaned over to kiss her, his mouth searching hers in searing thirst. God, she felt hot again already! And she wasn't the only one because Bryce's cum-slick cock was pushing its way insistently between their bodies. When he moved back she could see it jutting out from the dark tangle of his pubic hair. Its long thick protuberance made her shiver with desire.
"I'm terrible, darling," she said, laughing at herself. "I'm excited all over again."
"That's terrible? It's only normal, sweetheart! God, you're so luscious I could eat you up!"
"I'd like that!"
He smiled to hear her talking so boldly and freely. "And don't think I won't do it-some time soon. But right now...."
"Now, what?"
He didn't answer but spraddled her body, pulling her white thighs apart. Parting the swollen damp lips of her cunt, he pushed his prick in between. Instantly he began to fuck, ramming back and forth in the eager warm vagina. It took all his self-control to pull out a moment later and before Peggy could utter the protest that was obviously on her lips, he rolled her over on her smooth belly.
"I'm going to make you so happy," he said thickly. He had an idea she might be frightened and argue if she knew what he was about to do, but he had every confidence that he would indeed make her happy in the end.
His blood boiling with the heat of his passion, Bryce got on his hands and knees behind her, grasping her around the upper thighs. Her ass was spread wide enough, as he pulled her hips upward, that he could see the tantalizing brown starfish of her asshole. He looked from it to his blood-gorged cock, wondering if he could do it after all. The rigid swollen prick was dripping with her warm juices, and he pushed it against her crease, running it up and down while she quivered and moaned.
"What-what are you doing, Bryce?"
"Trust me," he said softly.
Peggy had a faint intimation of what he was doing, and she didn't know if she could take it or not. On the one hand she was frightened at the thought of being fucked in the ass. On the other hand, she well remembered the thrill of having his finger penetrate the forbidden passage.
Shoving against her, he felt the taut muscles give enough to let the tip in. It seemed to suck his cock at the same time that it rejected the hurting intruder. Pushing harder, he rammed the tip inside. The feel of those shrinking, clasping muscles around his sensitive flesh made him crazy with lust. Sawing back and forth, grabbing her body anywhere he could get a hold, he forced his way into the narrow passage. Excitement exploded in his gut! Throwing her forcefully down on the bed, he held her almost doubled while he lay on his side behind her. Slowly he moved the huge erection back and forth, sensing to the utmost the tight grip of muscles around it. The anus expanded as he forced his rod into depths it had never known before.
At the same time he put a hand in her wide open, vibrating cunt. Finding the inner mound that he knew controlled her, the tender clit, he pinched and rubbed it until he heard her gasp and felt answering motions from her hips and thighs.
Driving hard, he pounded her from behind and finger-fucked her in front. The desperately quaking, clutching but cringing flesh that gripped his cock brought him spasm after spasm of thrills, like small electric tingles, sending their vibrations through his groin. His twitching buttocks drove him on as he fucked her wildly, bull-like in his single-minded desire.
Once the first stab of pain subsided, Peggy found herself impaled on the greatest pleasure-giving cock she'd ever known. Timing her motions to his, she urged him on with savage gyrations of her pelvis. All self-restraint was lost as the double invasion of her body combined to drive her wild with lust. Her vaginal walls clutched his hand and sucked it inward until it was as deep as his cock had been a few minutes before.
"Oh, OH, BRYCE! It's too much, I can't stand it! Don't stop...."
Feeling the first faint twitchings that foretold her climax, she redoubled her frenzied efforts, managing to rub her quivering clit against his wrist at the same time that he butted her ass against his prick.
"I'm cumming, I'M CUMMINGGGG!! OHHHHHH...."
Not only her vagina but her asshole gave way suddenly in a grinding, wrenching orgasm that almost drove her insane with pleasure. It was fantastic! The juices spurted out around his hand, leaving her belly and thighs slippery and wet.
When the tremors died away she realized he had her in a new position, her face smashed into the pillows and her ass held high by his out-stretched hands. Thumping down on her in fierce tempo, his balls smacking wetly against the spread cheeks of her ass, he seemed ready to go on forever. She came again and again, each time with a shrill cry.
Time expanded and ellipsed for Bryce as he fucked her. His balls swelled with their effort to expel the hot fluid and suddenly great waves of feeling swept over him with hurricane force. Still thrusting but slower, he grunted deep in his throat. With one last violent gasping, he shot his fiery load of cum deep into her violently fragrant bowels.
Moments later they lay side by side, their sweat-soaked bodies limp in complete relaxation.
"Oh, darling, darling...." she said weakly.
"Was it good for you?"
"Oh, yes ... the very best."
He raised himself on an elbow and looked down on her wryly. "Do you mean that, sweetheart? The very best?"
"Yes, yes!"
"That'll sure disappoint Teddy, won't it?"
CHAPTER SIX
Bryce enjoyed the shock that spread over Peggy's face. He had to smile when she scrambled onto her knees, holding her hands defensively across her breasts.
"Why-why, Bryce, what do you mean?"
"Don't come all innocence with me! I know you've been at that kid. And after putting on the big puritan act with me!"
Peggy didn't know where to look or what to say.
Bryce made his voice sound indignant. "And he's only fourteen years old, did you think about that? What a way to treat your own family!"
Tears came to her beautiful blue eyes. "Oh, Bryce, I can explain it. Really, I didn't mean to do it. Though I guess it's my fault anyhow. Can you ever forgive me?"
He wasn't going to let her off of the hook so easily. "You'd better tell me all about it," he said sternly. "Right from the beginning."
So she painfully, haltingly told him the story. She didn't want to make it sound bad for Teddy and get him in trouble, but she told the truth as she saw it. " ... So by the time I woke up enough to know what was happening, it was too late."
"He must have had some reason to think he could get away with it."
She had to admit the rest of it. "That's because-well, because he could see I had the hots for Phil. That's what got him excited, he said."
He appeared to be thinking it over, while inwardly he chuckled. But he couldn't keep it up any longer and the laughter broke through. "You little nit," he said affectionately. "You couldn't keep yourself bottled up any longer, could you? Well, it's all in the family, after all."
"You're not mad, Bryce?"
"Hell, no! He had to learn some time and at least this way, he isn't getting the clap along with it."
Even though she thought he was wrong, she couldn't help feeling glad that he took it that way. It suddenly occurred to her to wonder how he'd found out and when she asked and he told her, she blushed to the roots of her hair. "Oh, Bryce, and you kept it to yourself! You must have been shocked."
"Surprised is more like it. And to think my own kid put one over on me!" But he had to laugh, both at his son's enterprise and at his own satisfied body. "He's some kid all right, isn't he? A chip off the old block!"
"I don't know ... I'm so confused." Her eyes slowly traveled the length of his body and she wondered at herself that she felt so little shame. "I don't know what's happening to me, Bryce. First Teddy and then ... coming home and throwing myself at you like that." She didn't dare tell him yet what had happened to arouse her excitement and jealousy.
"You're getting normal, that's all," he said bluntly. "Listen, Peggy, tell me. What about sex? What is it to you?"
She steeled herself to answer, knowing she wasn't certain anymore of how she felt. What would have been an honest answer last week had to be a lie today. And yet-had her ideas really changed? Or had she simply betrayed those ideas?
"What's it to me, Bryce?" she asked. "How do you mean? It's never been a-a casual thing, you know that."
"Come on, tell me the truth, what you really think."
"Well...." She studied his face while she turned over in the mind the question and her instinctive answer. Actually, she had more questions herself than answers and she had a compulsion to lay her thoughts bare to him. He was older and more experienced. He made her feel like a child, and at the moment it was a good feeling. At the same time some instinct of self-protection made her hesitate. While he seemed kind and thoughtful now, that was not the impression she'd had of him before.
"Come on, kid, cop out."
Her will crumpled before the sudden need to share her hidden thoughts, and she found herself blurting out words she'd never said before.
"It's-it's so difficult for me, particularly since Bob died. I've felt guilty if I even thought about sex and yet ... I couldn't help thinking about it! Sometimes I just had to masturbate, isn't that terrible? I try to hide what I'm really feeling, but it gets harder all the time. What's the matter with me, anyhow?"
"Was it good with Bob?"
"Oh, yes, marvelous! But don't you see, we were married. And I was a virgin before that and now I feel-oh, used up, dried up. Or rather, I'm afraid I'm going to be."
His voice was gentle. "You really haven't explained a thing, Peggy, that I didn't know. I'm asking more than that. Like why you haven't found another man, husband or lover either one. It can't be that you don't like sex, I know better than that now."
These were questions she hadn't even asked herself, but suddenly she knew the answers and couldn't keep from blurting them out.
"Bryce, sex is almost too exciting for me. I'm frightened of it, frightened of myself. It's the way I was brought up, I guess, and it's hard to change. I never meant to be a prude, but I've always been afraid to let myself go, to lose control." Somehow she had to make him understand, somehow justify what obviously to him seemed ridiculous. "I knew Bob loved me, but now that I'm a widow, it's different. Men don't want to wait for love. And I just don't know how to handle it without making a fool of myself."
He ran a hand down the smoothness of her curving hip. "You were made for-no, not just for love, sweetie. You were made for fucking."
"But that's not enough! That's the whole point!"
"Oh, you poor little innocent girl." Bryce shook his head, amused that she could say that even now.
Somehow she had to turn the conversation away from herself. And not only that, but from the subject of sex because even now it was affecting her. When mere conversation could make her breathing heavy and her groin ache and her nipples tighten, then obviously she had a problem-no matter what he thought.
"You and Marge don't really go to those swapparties, do you, Bryce? Doesn't that do bad things to your marriage?"
"Don't be silly, it improved our marriage, maybe saved it." He went on to explain the swinger's philosophy and she could hardly believe it. He said that when marriages go stale-"And they all do, Peggy, every one!"-that it was better to swap sex with other couples than to have affairs on the side. He told her how he and Marge could lie in bed later, alone together, and discuss the things that they'd seen and done. "Our sex life improved about one thousand percent after that, whether you want to believe it or not."
The more he talked, the more she became aware of the hot feeling between her thighs, and clamped them together.
"Well ... I don't know about all that." She had to go to the bathroom and, silly as it was, she couldn't just get up and go. Saying "Excuse me" sounded dumb, but that's what she finally did.
It didn't help any when Bryce laughed. But what was worse, he got up off the bed and said, "Yeah, me too!"
"There's another bathroom if you're in a hurry."
"This is okay," he said easily, walking almost on her heels.
Peggy didn't know what to do, but the pressure on her bladder demanded instant relief so with a sigh she sank down on the seat. She was embarrassed about the gush that came quickly as he stood there watching and listening.
"How about me?" Bryce asked. "Come on, spread your legs."
He pulled her knees apart himself and while she sat there, trapped, he aimed his cock at the triangle between her legs. "Don't be such a prude, sweetie, we all pee, you know."
The yellow urine shot between her legs and some few drops splashed on her thighs, warm and strange.
"Some people go for this," he said. "There's one couple we swap with, the wife just begs for me to pee on her."
She watched the yellow stream shoot between her legs, somehow no longer shocked. "Do you do it for her?"
"Hell yes, why not? It's not my bag, but if it gives her kicks, I'm happy to oblige."
It seemed to Peggy as if this weird conversation was the final straw. It was as if something hard and unyielding inside her broke, and emotion gushed forth like a floodtide. Everything she'd been taught and believed in was wrong, the whole world was upside down. She'd committed adultery with her brother-in-law and nephew-and him still just a child-and lightning hadn't struck her dead, nor had anything else bad happened. She felt like a child again, and there was so much to learn that she didn't know where to begin. Now she could hardly wait to tell him about Andy and Susie and Teddy, and find out what he thought.
"Bryce, I want to talk some more, okay?"
"Sure but-as long as we're in the bathroom, let's have a shower." Without waiting for her answer, he stepped in the big stall and turned on the taps. Peggy hesitated .while he adjusted the temperature and then stepped in beside him. Well, why not? If you could fuck a man, you could certainly take a shower with him! She giggled as he lathered her with his big hands, especially when he reached between her legs and smeared her pussy with suds.
"Oh, Bryce, you tickle!"
They rinsed off under water as hot as they could stand, and she felt as if all her worries were being washed away at the same time.
"Listen, honey, all this fucking makes me hungry. What about a little snack? I don't know where Teddy is, but we can't starve while we wait for him."
"I know where he is," she promised, "and I'll tell you in a minute."
Peggy discovered she too was starving, and after they put on robes and went downstairs, she made them thick sandwiches of cold roast beef. It seemed perfectly natural to pour coffee out of the steaming percolator and sit at the kitchen table with Bryce. Her hair was still damp and wrapped in a towel and all together, it was a very domestic scene.
"So what's that kid of mine up to now?" he asked between mouthfuls.
"He's at Andy's house ... Andy's a friend of mine." She went on to describe their relationship. "I've been attracted to him, Bryce, but I was afraid he'd-well, he'd make me fall for him and then leave me for someone younger. And it turns out I was right...."
She went on to describe the scene she'd witnessed. Bryce's eyes widened but he was quiet and thoughtful.
"... so you see why I was so turned-on and excited when I got home," she concluded.
She lit a cigarette and sat back, at peace with herself for the moment. At least the raging beast inside her was calmed temporarily and she was ready to admit she'd needed it. It still hurt to think about Andy's treachery and Ted's betrayal, but she had to admit that she felt a lot better for having been fucked so thoroughly. Her asshole twinged now and then, but not nearly as bad as she would have expected.
She still hadn't made up her mind whether Bryce's rather callous view of sexuality and of people offended her or not, but she'd taken a long step on his road today and she couldn't put him down too badly. He hadn't exactly tied her down and raped her, after all!
"So you ran out on them," Bryce said.
She blinked in astonishment. "Ran out? What was I supposed to do?"
"Now I'm not complaining, mind you. After all, I'm getting the benefit of the whole thing! But aside from that-"
"Yes?"
"It wouldn't have hurt you to stay and try it. How're you gonna know if this is the real thing between you and Andy if you don't have a little friendly screw first?"
It was a new viewpoint to Peggy and she couldn't quite answer. "I don't know, Bryce, I'd have to think about that. But I guess I'm too tired to worry about it right now."
"Yeah, go ahead and hit the sack. Think I'll stay up for a while, maybe have a little chat with that horny son of mine when he gets in."
Sitting alone in the living room with a glass of brandy, Bryce had time to think. He'd come on this little trip maybe not with the express intention of fucking his beautiful sister-in-law, but it certainly had been on his mind. He never dreamed she'd be as innocent as she turned out to be, and in spite of hurt pride, he had to laugh when he thought of Ted getting into her. The little prick! Getting too big for his britches but all the same, he was going to be a son a man could be proud of. Not one of the Boy Scout types maybe, but still all man.
He wished he were young again and had it all to look forward to. Not that he was over the hill by any means, but maybe all this was a bit rich for his tastes.
It seemed to him that, whether she knew it or not, Peggy was going to go one of two ways. Either she'd turn out to be a fucking broad that screwed the milkman, the neighbor and any other male in sight, or she'd freeze up again and marry some dull tool just because she'd scared herself so bad.
Either way, he wasn't sure he wanted to get mixed up in it. He had to admit he felt a bit guilty. Marge wouldn't approve of this at all. She was hot to swap, but she made it absolutely clear that extra-curricular affairs were O-U-T. If she ever finds out about all this fucking around with Peggy, shell blow her everlovin' top!
And then where would he be? Glumly he thought he knew all too well. He liked the comforts of his home, he even liked Marge. He didn't want to have to start another home with some strange broad, no matter how attractive she might be.
There was only one thing to do and he did it. He picked up the phone and placed a collect call for Fresno.
"Marge, honey," he said in a low voice, "do the old man a favor, will you? Call me back-here's my number-and say...."
Marge was a good ol' gal. Moments later he heard the phone ring and waited for Peggy to answer it in her room and call out to him.
"Okay, I've got it. Yeah, Marge. Yeah, is that right? Well damn it, I'd better get home. Isn't that always the way?" He listened for a few minutes and then said, "Well, I don't know yet about Teddy. Hell be here any minute I think, and then we'll talk it over. Yeah, I hate it too but after all, business is business. Somebody has to mind the store. You did right to phone me. See you tomorrow, hon."
Peggy leaned sleepily in the doorway while he "explained" the phone call. He'd left an employee in charge of the business, he said, but the fellow got sick, had to have an emergency appendectomy. Unless the store was to close its doors, and God knows he couldn't afford that, he'd have to get right home in the morning.
Peggy blinked at him, thinking that this would solve the problem of Bryce. She halfway regretted losing him, but on the other hand, it was better that way.
He looked at her as they talked, taking in the beautiful slim shape and admiring the way her tits crested under her thin robe, and her hips swelled alluringly. He felt a pang of regret. Maybe he'd just been chicken, acting too impulsively in trying to find a way out of involvement. The trouble was he'd been too attracted to her and felt he had to run away from her seductive beauty. Maybe he didn't want to leave after all!
But it was too late to change his mind. Marge would never understand, the whole thing was simply too complicated. Win a few, lose a few, he told himself.
Peggy went back to bed and, moments later, he heard Ted's key in the lock. The boy looked surprised and somewhat embarrassed when he saw his father waiting up for him.
"Uh, hi, Dad! What's up?"
Bryce told the same lie that he had to Peggy. "But I wasn't sure about you. If your Aunt Peggy can put up with you, do you want to finish out the visit?" Bryce kept a serious face, inwardly amused at the sudden brightening of the boy's face.
"Well, gee, Dad, sure! I've been having a good time and ... if Aunt Peggy says okay, I'd'really like to stay on."
Bryce had to laugh out loud. "I just bet you would, you young fucker! You wouldn't have to sneak into Peggy's room then, would you?"
Ted's jaw dropped. "Why-what do you mean, Dad?"
Bryce had to laugh louder at the red blush that spread over Ted's newly sunburned face. The poor kid probably thought he was in for a real lecture!
"Listen here, son," he said, "let's sit down and talk man to man. I know all about you slipping into Peggy's bed. And according to what she said, you did all right for yourself. Pretty hot stuff for a kid!"
"And-and you're not mad?"
"I was right at first, I have to admit. But now-having tried a piece of the action myself-I really can't blame you."
Teddy sat down abruptly. He didn't know what to say but a big grin spread over his face. He'd thought sure he'd catch the devil if his Dad found out and the relief made his knees weak.
"Not only that," Bryce continued, "but I know what you've been up to this evening. Susie! How was it, kid? As good as Peggy?"
The boy was even more dumbfounded until Bryce explained that Peggy had actually been in the house, Andy's house, and heard and saw the beginning of the affair.
"But I don't know how it all came about. How did you and Andy get together in the first place?"
Teddy explained that Andy had come by the house to invite him over, the excuse being to meet Susie. "She's not really his niece, Dad, that was just what he told Peggy. He wanted an excuse for buying the bikini for Susie. She saw it in the shop when she visited Phil, and kept bugging Andy to get it for her."
"And how long has Andy been getting into her pants?"
"Quite a while, I guess, a year or more. Phil doesn't know, of course-though she wants to get him in on the parties. That was part of the reason for Andy's inviting Peggy. He thought Phil would go for it if he had a chance to screw Peggy. Susie thinks he'd got the hots for her."
Bryce shook his head in amazement. Plots within plots! He too had noticed the attraction between his sister-in-law and her young employee. But he'd thought-and Ted proved him right-that the boy was too innocent and inexperienced to make a move. "You're gonna shock that kid shitless," he said.
"That's what Susie says. We're trying to figure out a way of getting both Peggy and Phil in the scene. Can't you talk to Peggy, Dad?"
"Well, you might say I have been talking to her." Bryce shook his head. This was all getting to be too much for him and he was wise to get out of it. Swapping was one thing. There you were making it with other couples who set out to trade sex and enjoy themselves. They meant to get all the fucking they could, and they were in it just as deep as you were. But this fiddling around with little kids and amateurs-that scared the shit out of him.
"Listen, Ted," he said earnestly, "you better be careful. Now I'm not telling you not to do it. That probably wouldn't do me any good because if you want to bad enough, you'll find a way. But this situation looks like dynamite to me. What if Phil gets mad and tells Susie's parents? Or-God, I can think of a hundred ways this could blow up on you. I just don't know if I ought to leave you here or not!"
Ted smiled with all the confidence of youth. "Don't worry, Dad, I'll be careful. And we have it figured out. All we have to do is get Peggy going. Get her into a real orgy-type sex party. And then slip Phil in where he's dying to be anyhow. We'll be okay."
"Well, I'll give it a chance. But if you see trouble coming, you get on that phone fast, you hear?"
"Sure, Dad." But Teddy knew nothing could go wrong.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Just take the note over for me, Ted. And then go lose yourself on the beach or something. I really mean it, I have a headache and want to be alone. Maria and Phil can handle the shop for one day." For once Peggy was glad for her on-again off-again telephone at the shop. Sending a note by Ted got him out of the house, and maybe he'd stay out, instead of hanging around giving her those lovesick looks.
Bryce left early, and she was glad of that too. The events of the past few days had been too much for her. She needed a little time to herself, just to think about things. She felt as if she'd been sucked into a whirlpool that moved faster and faster, never giving her a chance to catch her breath, much less strike out for shore.
But when Ted was finally on his way and she had the house to herself, she found her thoughts were unwelcome company. She disapproved strongly of herself! And yet-and yet she had the sinking feeling that given the chance, she'd do the whole thing over again.
That was the part that made her cringe.
Unable to face herself cold sober, Peggy poured a healthy slug of brandy in her mug of coffee. She knew that was no answer, but she also felt that if she could get through the next few days without analyzing things too deeply, she'd somehow be able to return to her normal self.
It was ten o'clock and she was into her second coffee royale when the doorbell rang.
"Why, Andy! And Susie! This is a surprise."
"Aren't you going to ask us in?" Andy moved forward and she had to step back.
She couldn't help but look curiously at Susie. The girl looked different to her today, with her new knowledge. But somehow she couldn't see that the teenager looked depraved, as she ought to, or any sexier than ever. Susie's hair hung in its usual dark tangle, almost hiding her sullen face-which was as bare of make-up as ever. Her full pouting lips and fresh complexion did little to recommend her to the older woman-nor did her small but full-breasted figure in its tight jeans and loose sweatshirt.
"We really came to apologize, Peggy, but-ummmm! That coffee smells good! Aren't you going to offer us some?"
The brandy bottle on the kitchen table was a dead giveaway and Peggy didn't have any choice, when they followed her to the kitchen, but to add a shot to each mug. She could hardly bear to look at Andy, knowing what she did about him.
Peggy had never been much of a drinker and certainly not one who could handle it in the morning. Still, it was relaxing her in what seemed an awkward position, and she was glad for it.
They sat rather stiffly on the living room sofa, Susie perching herself on the arm of it. Peggy was very conscious of their physical nearness and thought she could feel the warmth coming from their overheated bodies.
"Listen, Peggy," Andy said, turning to her and putting a hand on her arm, "Ted was by this morning and told us . ... us you saw us yesterday."
"I certainly did!"
"But it's nothing to get uptight about," he said persuasively. He moved his hand to her thigh and stroked it gently. "We weren't hurting anybody, you know. Just having a little fun...."
"Corrupting teenagers...." she said faintly.
"Nonsense! Sex has been around a long time, I think it's here to stay. Besides-who are you to talk, darling?"
She was confused and her newly aroused sexuality almost overpowered her determination. Moments later he drew her to him and kissed her on the lips. She stiffened momentarily, her eyes flashing sparks, but when she felt his arms around her, she realized how long she'd been waiting for just that.
"Oh, I don't know, Andy, I'm so confused."
"I know, I know," he said comfortingly. "You've listened to a lot of bullshit all these years and believed it. But now you're finding out where it's really at."
His hands went to her breasts, stroking the full pliant mounds, and she melted against him. His tongue stroked in and out of her mouth. There was no will power left in Peggy, no strength to push him away.
She finally remembered Susie's presence and tried to sit up straight, but Andy gripped her tits harder and worked on them with greater determination. She couldn't escape the probing tongue and the squeezing lecherous hand on her tits, and finally she gave up trying.
The brandy made her head spin and clouded her mind so that when Andy asked her where was her bedroom, she nodded with her head and let him lead her there, his arms still close and warm around her. He eased her back on the bed with her legs still hanging over the side.
Susie, who was fascinated and amused at this seduction of what to her was the older generation, followed, lying down on the other side. She realized that Peggy really didn't know what was happening, that her morning drinks and aroused sensuality blinded her to the actual course of events. And nothing could have pleased the young girl more.
Maybe Peggy believed that both hands on her breasts belonged to Andy, but if she did, she must have been really out of it-or so Susie thought. Because Andy's arms were cradling her head, one hand holding it in place for the continuing, tongue-fucking kiss.
Without words, Andy and Susie worked as a team. When he moved his head downward, drawing open Peggy's robe so he could kiss and tongue the white smooth belly, Susie shifted her position and pressed her lips hotly on the other woman's. Peggy kept her eyes closed while Andy licked and tongued his way to the nylon panties, and Susie shot her agile tongue in and out of the pretty mouth.
The panties slipped downward easily. He left them around her thighs, contented for the moment to force his tongue in between the closeness of her thighs. His fingers too crept in between, barely flicking the clitoris and then running up and down the hair-lined flanges of her cunt.
Peggy should have known by this time that there were two people working on her, but somehow she shut a little door in her mind, and kept this knowledge from her consciousness. It felt too good, too heavenly for her to question!
They had her now, Andy knew. Peggy was going to have to come face to face with the truth soon, but it wouldn't make any difference. He could feel the heat rising from her pussy, and the moisture that was dampening his probing fingers. Her hips moved in little writhing circles, and a soft moan forced its way out of her throat, blowing hotly against Susie's open-mouthed kiss.
Susie kept up her French kissing, while watching Peggy's ecstatic face. The closed eyelids fluttered. Susie meant to be looking deeply into them when Peggy finally let herself come awake.
He had pushed her panties further so her legs could come apart, and then pulled them off, tossing them on the floor. It was when he had his middle finger in her wet avid cunt, and was fucking it in and out over the tip of her clitoris, that she finally opened her eyes. Susie quit kissing her and watched. Peggy looked up in utter helplessness, her eyes wide and smoky with passion.
The two women stared into each other's eyes for long moments. Peggy felt completely lost, a slave to the two pairs of eyes and hands that sent electric currents of desire over her excited passionate flesh.
"Oooohh, what are you doing?" Peggy quavered weakly.
Susie answered softly. "We're making you happy, darling, aren't we? Doesn't it feel good?"
Andy kept up his finger-fucking of the soft clinging cunt-flesh, while Susie's firm cool hand coursed over the throbbing tits.
"Yessss, oh, yes! It feels soooo gooood!"
When Susie went to pull the robe off her shoulders, Peggy cooperated by raising her upper body slightly. She felt completely, at their mercy and her only hope was that they wouldn't stop caressing her ecstatically aroused body. When her breasts bobbled free, Susie couldn't stop herself from kissing one, her mouth sucking eagerly, her tongue rolling over the hard erect bud.
"Oh, yes, suck it!" Peggy gasped.
Susie didn't argue, but worked on the tit with her mouth. One hand clasped the other breast and her thumb rolled the tit against it. Her dark fall of hair swung over her face as her mouth enclosed the nipple in a warm wet sucking embrace.
Without taking his finger from her cunt, Andy moved up and nudged Susie aside so he could suck on one tit. Peggy rose and fell under them like the ocean at high tide. Her hands clenched somebody's flesh, she wasn't certain whose, and her flailing ass kept up its driving surge.
Andy couldn't get over the ease with which they'd seduced Peggy, nor the obvious pleasure she was getting from their lascivious attentions. He only halfway believed Teddy's story, that the boy had fucked his aunt not once but several times. And then, this very morning Ted had come by and claimed that his father had gotten his prick into the elusive cunt as well. In the few years that he and Peggy had known each other, Andy decided she was a frigid woman, albeit a very desirable one. More than once his dreams had been of Peggy, of kissing and caressing and fucking her beautiful body but it never seemed real. Peggy was too chilly, too proud, too much in command of herself.
The previous evening he was disappointed but not surprised when she didn't show. Ted told him about that, too; how Peggy had caught them in the beginning of their little sex scene, and went home shocked and repulsed-only to fall into Bryce's willing arms.
They talked it over, he and Susie. Susie was no Lesbian, but she did enjoy making love to a woman now and then-partly because she knew it excited the men, but mostly because it was fun. There was something so beautiful, she claimed, in the relationship of two women that no man could ever understand it.
It was Susie who urged him to attempt this morning's seduction, and now her knowing smiling eyes met his. See, wasn't I right? they said. And his acknowledged that she had been, marvelously right.
Andy placed his whole hand against Peggy's hot hairy crotch and rubbed it around, while Susie swooped from one breast to the other, sucking like a starving baby.
Peggy moaned and quivered, unable to resist the lewd pleasure that assaulted all her senses. She knew that making love to another woman was perverted and wrong, but somehow she couldn't stop herself, couldn't get enough of the girl's pretty pouting lips and slender lascivious hands. She ground herself upward against the other pair of breasts, smaller and harder than her own. It was such a unique sensation, feeling the hard little tits against her own white soft mounds, that she had to reach out and clutch the firm little ass in its blue-jean disguise. At the same time, what Andy was doing to her pussy sent her right into orbit, aching and wanting more, feeling as if there were a pile of molten fire in her belly, while her hungry cunt-lips gaped and fluttered.
It was perverted and lewd and dirty, but at the same time she felt something like love swelling in her heart and mind,-something tender and sweet. They were giving her this pleasure, they weren't simply taking as she'd always expected. They believed in this kind of wild ecstatic sexuality and they were sharing it with her. In spite of herself and her rigid upbringing, she found that inexpressibly sweet and dear.
Andy sensed her change of attitude in the slow melting of her body, and he petted her pussy up and down, his hand damp from her slow seepage. He slid his hand down farther to cup and manipulate her naked buttocks, and fingered the crack between them. His hands moved busily, stroking her thighs and cunt, working his fingers this way and that. He thought it was such a marvelous pussy, so sweet and tight and hot, that he simply had to kiss it, and gradually he moved his way down there.
Susie let her hands continue their tit-teasing caresses, but she sat up so she could watch. It excited her in a way she could never explain to watch a man going down on a woman, or fucking her either one. She wasn't really a voyeur but she was fascinated with watching others make love. It seemed to her then that she was Peggy, or whatever woman was involved and she thrilled to every exciting touch and suck.
When Andy held Peggy's thighs up and spread them wide, then put his head down between them, he could see her innermost intimate organs. He licked every square inch of flesh and hair he could find-through the folds, up and down, in and out, deep into her box. He'd had a hard-on right from the beginning, and it began to hurt, pressing between his thigh and his trousers, but he hadn't wanted to slow down long enough to undress. He was afraid that he might lose Peggy if he did, and gave her a chance to pull herself together and resist. He looked up appealingly at Susie and as always, she understood.
As he pulled carefully away, Susie slid into the gap. Her eager hot lips and tongue kissed and licked the moist pussy, while Andy hurriedly stripped off his clothes, flinging them on the floor in his haste. Then he edged Susie out and she quickly did the same, tossing her jeans and sweatshirt on top of his clothing.
More excited than ever, the blood roaring in her veins, Susie leaped back on the bed and rolled against Peggy. Her naked jerking body fell half on top of the more mature one and the two pairs of soft breasts pressed on each other. Her hot mouth found Peggy's and began tongue-fucking frantically.
Keeping one hand in Peggy's cunt, Andy reached over affectionately and slapped Susie's small hard rump. When she wriggled appreciatively, he shoved his other hand between her legs and grabbed her clit, tweaking it hard as he knew she liked it. He had more than lust going in his relationship with the teenager, although there was certainly plenty of that. But he felt an honest love and tenderness for her also-in spite of the difference in ages and backgrounds, he and the youngster seemed to understand each other perfectly. He teased her often enough, and sometimes she pouted and was rude to him. But on both sides it was more a game, an acting out of a father-daughter relationship than a real argument.
The three of them were so absorbed that none of them heard the distant opening and closing of the front door. Ted, bored with the beach and hopeful of getting it on again with Peggy, had come home. He hoped she'd be over her headache or whatever it was that bothered her. And he was afraid that if they waited too long between sexual encounters, his aunt would have the strength to marshall her forces and refuse him. He felt that the only way to continue with the delightful sex activities was to keep Peggy constantly charged up, needing him as badly as he needed her.
He noticed the three half-empty mugs in the living room and sniffed them. Brandy! At this hour of the morning!
But Peggy wasn't in the kitchen and he thought, disappointed, that she'd had guests and left with them. Feeling the house empty, knowing his hot young cock was aflame with desire, he decided to do something he'd always wanted to try. He'd just slip into Peggy's bedroom and get a pair of her panties or a bra-hopefully something wom and left for the laundry-and masturbate into them. Jerking off into a woman's soiled clothing had long been one of his fantasies and this seemed like the time to try it.
He didn't exactly tiptoe, but neither did he make much noise. But before he'd gotten halfway down the hall, he became aware of some curious noises. Walking softly, he went to the open bedroom door and stood there, his mouth hanging open at the lewd sight.
At first he was unable to see Peggy at all, so covered was she by the hard-muscled male body and the soft curvaceous female one. Then he spotted the undeniably feminine knees and thighs, and the slim arms flung around Susie's shoulders. His blood began to boil as he saw Andy with his head bobbing up and down between his aunt's thighs, obviously tongue-fucking her wet cunt. And Susie wriggled and writhed on top of the older woman, kissing her with abandoned passion.
Ted didn't even realize he was undressing until he began to strip off his boxer shorts, so fascinated was he with the lascivious action on the bed. Then he looked down with a prideful smile at the long thick protuberance of his young cock, jutting out from the dark tangle of his still forming pubic hair. He'd swear his dick had grown an inch just since he discovered fucking! Quickly he took off the rest of his clothes and approached the bed naked, trying to figure out just how he was going to worm his way into the warm heap of writhing flesh.
Susie sensed his presence and looked up, first startled and then pleased. She climbed off of Peggy and went over to press her body against his. He felt her heat and the slight sheen of sweat on her aroused body, and backed up to the small armchair in the corner.
She was so wet and ready that he found no difficulty in raising her ass in the air and slipping her easily onto his hard pole. As he sat in the chair with her facing him, her knees were cocked lewdly wide and she bounced happily on his lust-hardened prick.
"Ooohhh, Teddy!" she murmured. "Am I ever glad you came home."
"Me, too," he said and grinned. "You guys were holding out on me."
He bounced his ass upward, watching her face as she felt the stiff prick penetrate deep into the tender walls of her cunt. She grasped his shoulders and threw her head back, groaning in her stabbing pleasure.
Peggy hardly noticed that she and Andy were alone on the bed, so engrossed was she in her own sensations. She'd reached the point where she had to be fucked, had to feel a man's meat in her cunt, had to surrender herself to a man's thick cudgel.
"Fuck me, Andy," she demanded. "Please, pleassssse!"
He swung around on the bed instantly. Taking hold of her ankles, he spread her legs as wide as they would reach, and backward so that she was almost doubled up. The entirety of her vaginal organs were presented boldly to his eyes and mouth and-tongue and he gave one last sucking clinging kiss on her hard little clit. Then, still holding her knees lewdly wide, he poised the blood-gorged head of his organ just below her clit. Flicking his hips tantalizingly, he kept her there, begging and pleading for long moments, enjoying his mastery over this proud woman. But in the end it was his own cock that was his master, and he shoved it forward, feeling the soft clinging flesh of her vagina receive it wetly. His savagely inflamed prick slid in, slow but inexorably, while Peggy moaned and gasped in her desire. The hotly steaming depths of her wide open cunt folded around his cock and he slammed down hard, his charged full balls smacking on the white upturned cheeks of her ass.
She came surging up against him, feeling the rhythm of his driving blows. It was so marvelous, so exciting, so thrilling that Peggy didn't know if she could stand it or not! She wanted to scream, to cry, to move her ass, to have him pound her harder and harder! Her fingers wrapped themselves around the bedclothes so tightly that her knuckles were white with strain. He slammed it into her again and again, pushing her up against the headboard so that she was caught as in a vise. But it couldn't be too hard, too cramping for her now!
Behind them, Ted shoved the chair around so he could watch. He and Susie kept up a light, bouncing fucking, enjoying it but also getting a deeper pleasure from watching the frantic gyrations of the two on the bed. But Susie had gotten too excited earlier and all of a sudden, she clutched Teddy's shoulders.
He held her close and was surprised to feel his own swollen balls begin to shoot their hot load into her. The hot male semen mingled with her spewing orgasmic fluid and they swayed together in their awkward embrace, working back and forth slowly to extract the last ounce of delight from their mutual orgasm.
As if that were the trigger, Peggy too began to moan. She climaxed frantically while Andy still pounded into her, helplessly throwing herself from side to side. Her desire-contorted face was a perfect mask of passion as she gasped unintelligibly and licked her dry lips unceasingly. And that set Andy off, too. He felt the quaking spasms begin in his buttocks and then his testicles were jetting their white hot load, the jism spurting into her and overflowing on her golden muff and her smooth white belly.
"Jeeee-sus!" Andy said feelingly as he collapsed on top of her. "If there's anything better than that, the good Lord must've kept it for himself."
For long moments nothing could be heard but the decreasing panting and sighing and heavy pounding of hearts. Peggy lay in perfect relaxation. She'd come a long way and she couldn't find herself regretting one perverted moment of it! She finally surrendered herself, admitted in her heart and mind that she was flesh and blood, and had a hot sexual nature just like everyone else. It took me extremes of this altogether delightful orgy to convince her, to break down the last barrier. Teddy had begun it, and Bryce continued, but it was Andy that finally did it.
She didn't know if she were in love with him or not. She suspected she might be, but it didn't really matter, not at this moment. Nothing much mattered except the wonderful feeling of peace and completion.
Whatever she needed, right at this moment she had it.
Susie finally broke the silence. Raising her head from Ted's heaving, sweat-dampened chest, she said, "And now what about Phil?"
Andy looked over at her, his bright dark eyes filled with pleasurable anticipation. "Phil's no problem, baby, not anymore. Peggy's going to seduce him for you, aren't you, honey? Gonna fuck the bejeezus out of him?"
Peggy smiled and nodded: yes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The days that followed were like a dream to Peggy, and the dream was both good and bad. Her hours in the shop were long and tiring, but there was an element of satisfaction in them too. The tourists seemed to like her selections even more this summer than last, and the happy music of the cash register was heard constantly. She was like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter, but her almonds and acorns were dollar bills stored in the bank. The only way she could survive the lean winters was to make a surplus during the busy season.
She carried a great many more hand-made articles-macrame bags, candles, art objects, pottery-than before, and was pleased to see them move out as quickly as she could stock them. Almost constantly on her feet, smiling, patiently showing merchandise, she was glad to get home to bed at night and dropped off to sleep immediately. She assumed that Andy was equally busy and Teddy seemed to amuse himself on the beach or-she suspected-with fucking Susie.
But in spite of all this, she felt the constant turmoil of indecision in her mind.
In a way she was disappointed. There had been no immediate follow-up to the lascivious day with Susie and Ted and Andy. It marked a turning point in her life, but what changes were to come about was not clear to her. Some secret core of resistance inside her had broken, that she knew. But where she was going from there, she couldn't decide.
In spite of her fatigue and preoccupation with business, she discovered she still had a yen for her young stock boy that survived in spite of all the other sexual satisfactions she'd received. She couldn't exactly explain it, even to herself, but the sight of his slim manly figure and his deep glowing brown eyes sent little tremors up her spine. Remembering Andy's remark, that she would be the one to seduce Phil, she felt a certain resentment toward all three-Andy, Susie and Ted. Were they waiting for her to do it all by herself, involve Phil with her sexually and then they'd take over? It wasn't going to happen like that! No matter what she'd done, she still didn't have the nerve to set right out with the aim of fucking an innocent boy.
It puzzled her that Sue couldn't-or didn't-get what she so obviously wanted from her boyfriend. And it proved to her that she wasn't the only one with sexual hang-ups. The relationship between the two youngsters was a complete mystery to her.
Meantime the slow days passed. Maria was quick and willing around the shop but Peggy felt-unless she was being paranoid-that the pretty girl's attitude had changed. She was at once more reserved and more familiar, giving away nothing of herself yet treating Peggy, her boss, with an easy familiarity as if they were old friends.
At the same time she showed a dislike, almost a contempt, for Phil. Peggy told herself that this was all in her mind, that since she'd experienced such revelations about her nephew, her brother-in-law, about Andy and Susie, she imagined other depths where none existed.
But most of all, Peggy wondered about herself. If she'd given away so completely to her carnal appetites, what was to set her apart from the lowest: prostitutes, nude dancers, wife-swappers, animalistic individuals who thought only of satisfying their base desires? What was to keep her from surrendering herself completely, throwing off her clothes and giving herself to any avid man who came along? She looked in the mirror and saw that she looked as poised and cool and confident as ever. Her shining crest of white-blonde hair was carried high and proud, her sparkling eyes looked steadily at the world without giving a hint of the profound experiences she'd been through.
It was a period of waiting, of marking time, and it lasted until she began to think that the exciting sexual encounters had been only a dream. With Ted out all day, and often in the evenings until after she fell asleep, it was almost possible to imagine that none of it had ever happened and that life was just the same as always. But when the waiting period ended, crashingly, Peggy knew for sure that nothing would ever be the same again.
It was a warm, sultry evening in the middle of the summer. Heat lightning had flickered in the distance and the air was heavy with moisture. The shop stayed opened late but contrary to the past month, the tourists bought little. They seemed irritable, finicky, picking over the merchandise without finding anything that pleased.
"Well! That was hardly worth staying open for." Peggy slammed the door shut and threw the bolt. "You might as well run along, Maria, we can straighten up in the morning." She turned off the outside lights and all those inside but for the small night light. Opening the cash register, she took the meager receipts and put them in her purse. It would hardly be worthwhile going to the bank tomorrow.
She heard Maria's "Goodnight now, Peggy," floating out the back door, and she herself was almost through the door when she saw a tall figure looming in the shadows. Instinctively Peggy pressed back inside the shop. She hadn't heard of any burglaries lately, but there was always a first time. Damn, I hope the telephone is working this time! What if I have to call the cops and can't get a dial tone"?
"Peggy, wait! Don't be scared, it's me!"
She hesitated, then recognized the voice. "Phil! You went home hours ago. What are you doing hanging around there, scaring me half to death?" She felt like a fool for dodging back like that, and took it out in the crossness of her voice.
"I'm sorry, Peggy," he said apologetically. "I wanted to talk to you and-well, I thought it'd be better if Maria didn't see me...." His voice trailed off but his meaning was clear.
She was still annoyed. "Good heavens, Phil, you see me all day, every day! Why didn't you say something earlier, tell me you wanted a private conversation?"
She couldn't help it, her tone softened as she backed into the store room and beckoned him after her. "Let me get a light on here and-"
She took one good look at him and said, "What's wrong, Phil?" She was startled, and quickly closed the door behind him. His handsome young face was the picture of misery. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair even messier than usual as it fell over his face. He stood there clutching a brown paper bag to his chest, swaying slightly as if he were drunk.
"Peggy, I shouldn't be here ... if you tell me to go away, I will."
"Have you been drinking, Phil?" she asked severely. But her inner reality didn't match her words. Something is wrong and he came to me about it! Poor baby, I'll make it all right whatever it is!
"Yes ... I even brought a bottle along. I had to ... I guess they call it Dutch courage, don't they?"
"Sit down, darling," she said and hoped he didn't notice the endearment that slipped out. Embarrassed, she hurried on. "I don't think you're too drunk, are you? I've got some ice cubes here. Why don't we have one together and then you cart tell me-tell me whatever's on your mind."
She took the bottle from him-a cheap grade of bourbon-and bustled around, getting ice from the tiny refrigerator, wiping the dust off the glasses and mixing two drinks. His she made mild, hers a bit stronger. He already had an edge on her. Her heart pounded heavily and even when her back was turned to him, she could see his handsome young distressed face.
"There now! I'll turn on this lamp, the overhead light's so bright, and well just relax a moment, okay?"
Phil gulped at his drink. "Peggy, you know more about life than I do-"
Oh, do I? I only wish I did!...." and you've got to tell me the truth! I don't know who else to talk to...."
It sounded serious. Mentally she braced herself, determined to say the right thing and help him through this crisis. "I'll do whatever I can, Phil," she said softly.
"Sue laughed at me," he said miserably. "After all these months, she said she was tired of waiting ... I was scared, that was part of it, Peggy. I wouldn't lie. But mostly-mostly I kept thinking about you!"
"Sue laughed at-what are you talking about, Phil?"
"Her folks weren't home," he went on, "and there we were naked in her room, on her bed. And I kept thinking, what if her parents came home, and how I really didn't care that much about Sue and ... well, I just couldn't do it, Peggy! I couldn't get it up!"
"Ohhhhhhhh." She let her breath out in a deep sigh. Even through his garbled account, she was beginning to understand.
"... and I want to know: is there something wrong with me? I have to know, Peggy, I have to!"
He really was a virgin, unlikely as that seemed these days! And he wanted to prove his manhood-naturally-and he'd failed. Poor kid, it must seem like the end of the world to him! He went on talking, slumped on the sofa, his head bent, the drink clutched between his sweaty hands. It seemed that Sue had tried to seduce him and failed, and then taunted him about not really being a man. The little minx! Sex-hungry as she was, she couldn't understand a sensitive boy like Phil.
Peggy added bourbon and water to his drink and then sat down beside him, her smooth little hand on his knee as she listened sympathetically...." and I know what to do-in theory, at least! The guys talk about sex all the time, and I want it too! I want to do it all-but somehow I just couldn't get a hard-on!"
"Did Susie-try to help you?"
"No ... she just laughed." He turned abruptly, his boyish face sincere-and his glowing brown eyes alight. "It isn't that I really wanted Sue. Peggy, you can slap my face if you want, throw me out of here! You can even fire me but-it wasn't Sue I wanted, it was you!"
Overwhelmed, hardly conscious for the great happiness that engulfed her, Peggy put his head on her shoulder. Her arms around him, awkwardly rocking him back and forth, she murmured, "Yes, yessss, I know, darling. I want you, too. I want all of you!"
It took him a minute to realize what she was saying and then he turned to her, his face alive with happiness. "You can't mean that ... can you?"
Instead of answering, she put her face up to his and for the first time, felt the warmth of his handsome mouth. Phil responded as if he were electrified. His arms went around her, holding her so tightly she could hardly breathe. She arched her back and pressed against him, feeling her tits swell as they brushed against his chest. She wanted him so much-it seemed as if she'd been wanting him all her life. But then fear struck her, fear that she wouldn't be able to excite him any more than Sue had. Maybe there was something wrong with him. She stirred in his passionate embrace, pushing her tongue against his hot firm lips until he opened his mouth. Then his tongue shot out, filling her mouth with its heady sweetness.
She slid a hand between their bodies and found the heavy hardness of his thigh, and then his crotch. For a moment she panicked and then knew that everything was all right; she could feel the hugeness of his cock swelling along his trouser leg. Her mouth watered as she thought of possessing that thick cudgel. She wanted it in her mouth, in her cunt, even in her asshole. She wanted, as Phil had said, to "do everything" together.
"Darling," she said tremulously, "let's undress." She gave a lingering squeeze to his prick and then pulled away just far enough so she could get at the buttons of his shirt. He sat very still, looking down at her with love and pride, while she unbuttoned the shirt.
She knelt to slip off his sandals while he stood and unbuckled his belt. His jeans dropped to the floor and she could see the tremendous bulge in his Jockey shorts where they could hardly contain the hardness of his lust-swollen cock.
"Now you, Peggy," he murmured, turning her so he could reach the zipper of her blouse. He pulled it off her head and then quickly unhooked her bra with trembling fingers. Slipping the straps down her arms, he gasped as the huge white mounds of her breasts came into view. Hungrily he bent and grasped them, kissing and sucking the rosy tits.
"I can't believe this is really happening," he mumbled, his breath warm against the sensitive flesh of her breasts. "I've wanted you for so goddamn long...."
"Me, too, Phil," she said huskily. She reached for the zipper of her bell-bottoms and pulled it. Wriggling her hips, she managed to slide the pants down around her ankles and then kick them off, along with her shoes, while he continued to fondle her tits with loving wet kisses.
They moved backward toward the sofa and he lay her gently on it, and then grabbed the waistband of her panties in his big hands. "All right, Peggy?" he asked and when she nodded, he slipped them down over her curving thighs and slender legs. His eyes on the golden muff that slowly emerged as he tossed the panties aside, Phil groaned deeply. She was even more beautiful and exciting than he'd pictured her! She was the epitome of all lush, sensual, perfect womanhood! He fell on his knees beside the couch and put his hands on her hips, not daring to part her legs as he wanted to do. But Peggy understood him perfectly and raised one knee, so he could see in the warm valley between her thighs.
"Go ahead, Phil, kiss me! Kiss me there!"
With another groan, he buried his face in the soft tangle of hair, feeling the lips of her cunt throb beneath his mouth. His tongue shot out and ran its hot slick edge through her crease, nibbling at the tender hair-lined outer folds. They were closed protectively around the petal-shaped opening, and he stabbed with his tongue and lips until he could feel and taste the delicate inner lips and their moist sweetness.
Peggy couldn't stand it any longer. "Take your shorts off," she commanded huskily. "I want to see you too."
He stood beside her and pulled down the white cloth over his tanned hips and legs. The lust-hardened penis jutted out before her eyes, the bulbous head dark red with one glistening drop of semen poised on the tip. He looked down at it proudly, skinning it, pulling the foreskin away from the tiny glans. Peggy gasped and reached for it. She moved her body so there was room for him to squat over her, a knee on each side of her neck.
Peggy held the smooth hard length of it in her slender tanned hands, and licked it avidly, feeling the burning heat against her wet tongue. She cupped his balls in one hand and squeezed them gently, while her tongue traced lascivious wet circles down the length and across the smoothness of the shaft. Her mouth dripped saliva as she sucked avidly, finally drawing the swollen head into the warm wet cavity of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and she heard an inarticulate groan from Phil as she swallowed half the length of his prick in one big gulp.
Phil could hardly believe all this was happening. Only an hour ago he'd stood by Sue's bed, pulling on his jeans with awkward fingers, while she teased and taunted him. His face red with embarrassment, his loins hot yet unable to maintain his erection, he'd hurried away from the cruel teenager. And now here I am with the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world, kneeling over her while she sucks my joint! If this is a dream, I only hope I never wake up!
Peggy could feel the swelling in his heavy balls as she held them clenched in her fingers. She didn't want him to cum yet, they'd hardly begun! And her own pussy was throbbing with desire even while her contorted face betrayed its pleasure in her avid sucking. Her ovaled red mouth slowly released his cock, letting it slide slowly and wetly over her tongue.
"Don't stop, Peggy," he begged her. "Just a minute more."
"I don't want you to cum-yet!"
"I won't! Just suck it a minute more!"
"And then what?" She smiled at him provocatively.
"Then I'm going to eat you ... like you've never been eaten before," he promised. He knew he could do it even if he'd never tried! He knew that she'd guide him with words and gestures and by the minute quiverings of her lewd flesh. And he wanted to get his face-mouth and tongue and nose and chin right into that wet hot pussy!
Peggy licked the underside of his long rangy instrument, relishing the taste of his semen where it oozed out. She sucked in the cockhead once more, wetly trapping the head of his prick with her tongue dabbing at the tiny receptive glans. Her mouth and throat were full of it, crammed jammed full so she could hardly swallow the saliva that rose in her wildly working gullet. Oh, she'd blow him later, she'd let him cum in her mouth, she'd swallow every last drop of his hot sticky sperm! But first she wanted to try it all, to fuck a little, suck a little, play with each other's bodies like kids with all-day suckers. It was so good to have him at last, she wanted to cherish every breathtaking moment of it!
Phil himself knew when it was time to quit, unless he wanted to orgasm so soon. In a way he wanted that, to feel his headlong rush of rolling liquid shoot into her pretty mouth and see it foam whitely over her lips. But his hard-on was too precious to him, he wasn't absolutely sure he could get another erection, and he wanted to save and savor this one. His recent disappointment was still too new, fresh and raw like a scar in his mind. With slow reluctance, he pulled his lust-gorged cock from her sucking red mouth.
"Fuck me, Phil?"
"Soon," he promised. "Right now ... will you sit on my face, Peggy? Let me eat you good?"
They scrambled apart awkwardly and he lay down on the sofa while she poised herself above him. The couch was in a corner and she found the upper half of her body almost against the rough brick wall. But there was a small ledge there and she clung to it, shoving some books aside. Her knees were on either side of his head and she slowly lowered her body so that her steaming crotch was on his face.
He grasped her around the hips and his tongue shot out, licking her slowly and lovingly from the hairy mound at the base of her belly, back through the dripping crease up into the valley between her buttocks. The taste and scent of her drove him wild! He pulled her down strongly so that his nose was all the way inside her cunt and his forehead pressed against her pelvic bones. His lewd, wildly working tongue pushed and probed, while his teeth nipped lovingly around the erect bud of her clitoris.
Peggy clung to the narrow rough ledge, feeling brick dust grate against her face and arms. One ecstatic thrill after another shot through her as he seared the soft clinging flesh of her cunt with his mobile lascivious tongue and mouth. She bounced up and down gently, feeling him fuck her with his tongue and nose, hotter than she'd ever been before in her life. "Oh, God, oh, Phil," she moaned. "Oh, it's so wonderful! Oh, I can't believe it!"
She was completely lost in her physical sensations, and every inch of flesh, every small nerve ending in her body was aroused and electrified. She was going to cum in his mouth, she knew it! She writhed and wriggled, feeling the mounting tension as if it were a high ladder she had to climb. She used her strong inner muscles and contracted them furiously, trying to bring herself to orgasm. Her clit fluttered and ached passionately and she moved her ass back and forward to rub the little excitable organ over his mouth and nose.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she said and panted, but it wouldn't happen! She worked harder, writhing desperately, feeling her insides knot up into one fantastic bundle of desire. And finally, as she groaned deep and wordlessly, her vaginal lips began to flutter and her orgasmic liquid spewed into his open mouth.
"Aaarrgghhh!" she panted, as his fingers dug into her hips and he moved her up and down against his fucking hot tongue.
Phil gloried in the sensations of her cum, the fluttering of her vaginal lips against his tongue, the deep wrenching spasms that twisted her body in the culmination of passionate desire. Almost out of his head with lust, he shifted her body so that his mouth could reach the small starfish between her buttocks and his nose was pressed up in her rear crease. His tongue licked and probed her tasty asshole as she moaned over him. God, it wasn't enough, nothing was enough! He'd like to eat her completely, swallow her piece by delicious piece in an orgy of cannibalistic desire! He wanted to join every inch of their desirous flesh, to be so close that they never could be separated! Tears stood in his eyes as he bucked up against her asshole, his nostrils full of the powerfully compelling scent of her, his hands and face deep in her ecstatic flesh.
"Ooohhhh, Peggy," he said and groaned. "Come on down here! I've got to fuck you-right now!"
His swollen cock jutted up at right angles to his body, and he pulled and lowered her gently onto it. While Peggy reached underneath to separate the delicate inner lips of her cunt, he slid her down the mighty pole until she sat firmly against the base of his belly.
"How's that?" she said, smiling at him. Her hair stood in a spiky white cloud around her face, and her beautiful red lips were slack with desire.
"Just sit still for a moment," he said huskily. He wanted to enjoy and savor to the fullest his first fuck. It was as if this were the instant in time he'd been headed for all his life, the ultimate pleasure, the final definition of life and personality. He ran his hands over her tits, glad she was on top of him so that he could not only feel but see the fantastic beauty of her body.
Putting his hands under her buttocks, he raised her slightly. Looking down the length of his own body, he could see that smooth hard cock sliding in and out, baring the luscious pink furrow of her pussy and pulling the tender flesh in and out with it. He loved her weight on his groin, and the pressure on his full, almost hairless balls. He slid her back and forth and Peggy leaned forward, into his stroke, to give her quivering clit the full abrasive action against his hard cock.
She had her eyes closed, her head thrown back and he was childishly annoyed, wanting her to see as he was seeing, to share every fabulous moment with him. "Look, Peggy," he urged. "Open your eyes and look down!"
She smiled at him and looked, seeing as he had the smooth lust-swollen young boy cock appearing and disappearing into the moist flanges of her womanly cunt. "Yes, darling, yes!" she whispered, hardly knowing what she was saying for the overwhelming ravishment. Electricity shot through her so that even her toes and fingers curled and cramped.
All of a sudden, Phil knew he couldn't wait-not one instant longer. He pulled her forward on his chest and, with his hands to help her, began to buck up and down. He jounced her on top of him, gradually stepping up the rhythm into a hard, driving beat. His cock slid in and out of her like an oiled piston, with the bodies smacking wetly when they met. He clenched the muscles in his ass, sending her smartly up and catching her wide-spread groin on the downstroke.
Peggy lay across his chest and her eager searching mouth found the flat copper-colored tits, like shiny new pennies. She sucked and licked them while he groaned and labored under her, and her hands clutched the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders. She no longer knew where or even who she was, so lost was she in the orgiastic moment. "Ooooohhhhh," she groaned, the sounds coming from deep inside her contorted throat.
Phil knew he was cumming at any moment, as his supercharged balls threatened to shoot out their hot load. It was a white bright moment of supreme happiness, his first but-he already knew-far from his last! He'd gone from utter depression to complete ecstasy so quickly! He put his hard hands on her ass, deep between the white full mounds, hanging onto their firm flesh.
Shouting wordlessly, his ass rose high and his laboring prick shot the scalding white sperm deep into the velvety depths of her eager receptive womb.
"Haggghhhh! Hoooooo!" he snorted as the headlong rush of rolling liquid sent him into wild spasms, his muscles vibrating with intense pleasure. Peggy heard him dimly over her own heavy breathing as she felt herself cum for the second time. They rolled together endlessly, helplessly, their bellies banging together as their spasming muscles gradually slowed.
"I can't even believe it," Peggy whispered. She lay flat on top of him, her sweating body completely lax and spent. Their sweat-wet flesh stuck and whined as she shifted, making little sucking noises. She could hear and feel the heavy pounding of his heart and the gasping tortured breath, even above her own rapid breathing. "Was it good, darling? Was it good for you?"
She knew the answer, but like lovers from time immemorial, she wanted to hear the loving words spoken out loud.
"It was the best moment of my whole life," he vowed. "I never dreamed it could be like this ... you darling!"
Later Peggy climbed off him and went to the corner of the office. He heard water splashing and was instantly conscious of his own sweaty, sticky condition. "I'd better wash too," he said anxiously, not knowing the etiquette of the situation.
"Lie still," Peggy commanded. She brought a warm damp washcloth over to the sofa and, kneeling beside it, gently sponged him off. She lifted his limp cock and began to wash his balls when-in a sudden rush of love and gratitude, she knew that wasn't enough.
Instead she licked his sticky little-boy dick clean with her hot rough tongue.
CHAPTER NINE
Peggy licked and licked, wetly cleaning every small wrinkle and pore in his cock, sucking avidly at his solid balls, even slurping her dripping tongue over the base of his belly and top of his thighs. She crooned some humming happy tune in the back of her throat, seized with the sordid beauty of her actions.
Phil lay still, trying to analyze the emotions that flooded over him. His head felt tight and hot. He wanted to scream, to cry, to hold her tight in his arms, but instead he lay still, amazed at the actions of this beautiful, desirable woman.
"Oh, darling, you darling," was all he could say.
Finally they sat side by side on the couch. "Cigarette?" Peggy asked and he lit them both. They smoked a while in silence.
"The only thing I wonder is, what took us so long?" Peggy said, smiling at him.
"Gosh, Peggy, I never thought you'd let me touch you!"
Somehow it seemed impossible to her to say anything but the truth to him. "I've wanted you for so long," she said candidly, "but I really fought it! I was so ashamed of myself, I didn't know what to do!"
"I still can't believe it! Peggy-"
"What is it, darling?"
"You're not sorry, are you? I mean-knowing you has been the most wonderful experience of my life. I couldn't stand it if you were, oh, ashamed or angry about tonight."
"I might have been, probably would have been, earlier this summer," she admitted. "But-I guess I've changed."
"I'm sure glad of that!"
He didn't press the point and she was relieved. She wasn't going to lie to him, but neither was she ready to tell him of her recent sexual adventures. She knew he fancied that he was in love with her, and it would probably hurt him to know she'd been fucked by Ted, Bryce, Andy and even his own girlfriend, Sue.
"It's late, Phil," she said regretfully. "And tomorrow's another day. We'd better get dressed and go home."
"Okay," he said, but he didn't move. "Listen, Peggy, when am I going to see you again? Oh, I know, I'll see you in the morning. But I mean, when can we get together-like this-again?"
She was too tired to think. "Soon, Phil, I promise you."
They dressed in contented weary silence. After she locked up the shop, Phil insisted on following her car home in his own jalopy. He waited outside while she went in and turned on the light, and then she heard his car going down the street.
Peggy slept soundly and was, to her surprise, not the least bit tired in the morning. The sun was shining, the sky bright blue, the air full of promise. She hummed to herself as she readied the shop for the day. Maria was cheerful, too. As for Phil, he walked with a new and visible pride. Once in a while through the busy morning, his eyes met hers and he gave her a meaningful smile.
Her thoughts ran on as she showed merchandise, talked to customers, rang the cash register and made change. She wondered what Andy would think of this newest development. Well, he'd turned her on and then seemingly deserted her, so he had no right to say anything!
At lunch time Peggy left the shop to Maria, who'd eaten early, and took her sandwich out on the beach. She sat on the seawall to eat, her eyes taking in the swooping gulls and the distant group of surfers riding the waves. But her mind was far away from the stretch of golden sand and the endless breaking of waves on the shore.
She threw her crusts to the gulls, enjoying their performance as they sailed in close and caught the bits of bread on the wing. For all the good it did her, she might as well live a hundred miles from the beach, in the middle of the desert! Peggy felt as if life had been slipping by her and suddenly she was avid for all the experiences she'd missed.
Impulsively she decided to take time for a walk on the beach. Slipping her sandals into a jacket pocket, she started over the hot sand, loving the feel of it between her bare toes. She was happy in both mind and body.
Her thoughts circled like the restless gulls. It seemed to her that she'd done a good tiling in allowing Phil to love her, and in loving him in return. Poised as he was on the brink of manhood, he still had enough little boy left in him to make him unsure of himself. He'd been so grateful, so happy! Smiling to herself as she walked, she recalled with loving detail every minute of the exciting evening. What a fine handsome fat cock he had! The skin was smooth but thick, white and satiny to the touch. Except, of course, when it was really in action, plunging in and out of her hotly steaming cunt. Then the skin darkened rosily, and the head pulsed with its load of avid hot blood. In her mind she handled the long rangy instrument again, running her hands over it, pulling back the foreskin, her tongue lapping and finding the tiny receptive glans.
She remembered how he sucked her cunt, pressing his whole face and nose up between her moist pink flanges, his ferocious tongue stabbing hard against her clit. She had taught him, with words and gestures and little sighs, shifting movements of her hands and body. But the boy had a natural talent, he was born to be a lover. God, I want that cock again right now! I want to kiss it, suck it, make him cum in my mouth! I want that hot rush of rolling liquid down my hard-swallowing throat!
Her pussy grew moist as she walked and thought, and her hair-lined cuntal lips began to quiver and flap spasmodically. Peggy smoothed her pant suit over her hips, wishing it were Phil's hands that touched her so lovingly.
Embarrassed by her lascivious remembering, Peggy looked around. There was never a time, day or night, when there wasn't someone on the beach even though it was seldom crowded. She saw a group of young girls, about Sue's age, and hated them for their slim figures and youthful assurance. Their voices were high and shrill as they chased a beach ball, their legs flashing in the sunlight, their long straight hair floating over slim tanned shoulders.
They were obviously showing off for three or four boys who leaned against the seawall. Peggy immediately became very self-conscious, sucking in her breath and walking smoothly and erectly.
The boys were in their mid-teens. Two of them had surfboards leaning against the wall, and the others had evidently been swimming or body surfing. Their tanned smooth hard bodies wore nothing but brief trunks, and out of the comer of her eye she could catch glimpses of the shiny, bright-colored satins and cottons. How they bulged! Each one of them had young hard cocks, barely concealed by the stretch of fabric. She wondered what it would be like to try them all, one after another, Would they be as sweet and exciting as Ted and Phil?
Suddenly ashamed of herself, Peggy turned and walked back briskly toward the shop. How horrible, how beastly I've gotten! She realized that she would consider such thoughts disgusting and degrading in anyone else, and wondered dolefully what had happened to her. It was as if she'd been hypnotized, as if she still were. This insane mounting desire for young cocks, young male bodies, was beginning to be an obsession with her! Biting her lip, Peggy knew that she had to stop it, right away.
She dreaded going back into the shop and meeting Phil's knowing, exciting glances-but there was no help for it. She found him leaning against the counter, deep in conversation with Ted.
"Well, hello, stranger," Peggy said. "I guess you must be having a good time."
In spite of herself, her voice sounded a little hurt. He had neglected her, leaving her to brood on exactly what had gone wrong.
"Sorry, Aunt Peggy," Ted said. He came up to her and audaciously kissed her on the mouth. "I haven't been very nice, but I'm sorry ... am I forgiven?"
The quick light kiss started the blood pounding in her veins. Instantly the sight of his lust-hardened penis came into her mind. A bit shorter than Phil's, rather stubby-but certainly effective enough!
"Of course, Ted. I want you to have a good time while you're here."
"May I make up for it by taking you to Andy's house tomorrow night? He's having a party and invited both of us...."
"Why yes, I guess so." She didn't dare think what kind of party.
"I meant to stay home and keep you company tonight," he went on, "but Maria here just changed my mind. We're going to a party at some friends of hers, if that's okay with you."
"Why certainly," Peggy assured him. She looked at her pretty young assistant and saw Maria blushing, looking at Ted with adoration. Well, that was an interesting development!
Ted left soon after. There was a lull in the traffic and Peggy resolved to do some work in the stock room, putting all thoughts of boys and sex out of her mind.
Moments later, bending over a half-open carton of swim suits, she felt a firm male hand running up the back of her thighs, lingering in a sensuous caress on her buttocks, dipping to where the slacks were tightly creased between her ass-cheeks. "Ooohhhhh!" For a moment she couldn't move, couldn't tear herself away from that fantastically exciting touch.
"Phil!" she said, straightening up and looking at him over her shoulder. "What in the world are you doing?"
"Don't be angry," he pleaded. "I saw you there and ... I just couldn't help myself. Anyhow, Maria's waiting on a customer."
Her cheeks pink, she turned toward him. Without her willing it, her hand went forward and wound itself around the shape visible down his pant-leg. "Phillll," she whispered. "This is terrible, we shouldn't!"
"Just for a minute," he begged her. "Just squeeze it-like that-oh, God, Peggy, how wonderful!"
She knew it was dangerous and foolish, but she couldn't resist the temptation. "Oh, darling, we mustn't!" But she held the bulge of his penis lightly, feeling drunk with sex and love as it swelled in her hands.
"Can I come over tonight?" He leaned forward and circled her lips with his slurping tongue. "Ted won't be home, I just heard him. He has a date with Maria."
"Yes, come for dinner and ... we can talk then."
The rest of the day sped by. Peggy closed up-it wasn't a late opening-and hurried home. She showered and rubbed cologne into her gleaming skin, admiring her naked body in front of the mirror. Excitement rose in her as she thought of the evening ahead. Slipping into an elegant robe, she planned the whole thing. They'd have dinner-steaks out of the freezer, baked potatoes, a good green salad. And wine, of course. They'd eat in front of the fireplace in the living room.
And then after dinner ... She realized that if she took time to imagine it all, she wouldn't be ready when Phil arrived.
When she opened the door to his ring, she saw that he'd been home and cleaned up too. His fresh clean face smiled at her, and the scent of his shaving lotion wafted to her.
"Come in, darling," she said, stepping back.
"God, you're so beautiful!" Phil closed the door behind him and took her in his arms. His mouth covered hers and searched it in a searing, thirsty kiss. His svelte body melted eagerly into his.
His hands moved on her back, smoothing her hips, cupping her ass, caressing her excited, passionate flesh. "It's been such a long day," he whispered into the curve of her neck.
His prick was already hard and eager under the striped bells that he saved for special occasions. He was trembling with desire for her and yet desperately afraid that she might have cooled, might have thought better of this affair with someone as young as he was.
The kiss clung as his tongue swirled in her warm mouth, and then he said, "You are absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world!"
Her teeth flashed white in her tanned face and her eyes sparkled with joy. She pressed against him, her belly growing softer and warmer next to his throbbing cock.
"You don't have to flatter me," she said, smiling. "There's a steak out there with your name on it, just waiting for you."
"Not flattery," he said, shaking his shaggy brown head. "I mean every word of it. And it isn't steak I came here for, darling ... I'd rather eat you!"
He grabbed her tighter and she pulled back far enough to see his face. Her laugh was throaty, warm and intimate. "You're so impetuous, Phil...."
He was embarrassed but not enough to deflect him from his goal. His prick was becoming uncomfortably large, bound up in his Jockey shorts. He kissed her again, crushing her to him, devouring her warm velvety mouth. He could hardly believe his good fortune in having this fantastically beautiful and sexy woman all for his own! He didn't care what anybody said, how Sue might tease him or what the other fellows would think. All he knew was, he wanted Peggy and he was going to have her!
The night before hardly seemed real to him. He'd been emotionally upset, and he'd drunk enough liquor to confuse his unaccustomed head. But now, heady with the half-remembered triumph, he was going to go beyond anything he'd ever dreamed of before. He dug his fingers into her full lush buttocks and slowly let his body slide down to the floor. Kneeling there, his heart overflowing with love and lust, he pressed his avid hot mouth on the green satin that covered her musky-smelling groin. He slid his hands up under it, feeling her satin-smooth flesh unimpeded, and pulled her gown up over his head. He felt her fingers digging into his hair and that thrilled him too as he kissed and kissed her prominent hairy mound.
"Oh, Phil," she whispered huskily, "I lo-I want you so much!"
Peggy shocked herself. I almost said I loved him! That isn't true, not even close! What I love is this exciting physical contact, this young forceful flesh, this uninhibited free sexuality. And mostly, because he's so young and fresh and untried!
Forgetting the steaks that lay marinating in the kitchen, she stepped back to the sofa. She watched his face, seeing a look almost animal-like in its lust as he opened his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. Kicking off his loafers, he dropped the pants and then slid his tight briefs off, revealing his prick, throbbing hard, upward curving.
This time, Phil realized, there would be no preliminaries-because he couldn't spare the time. He was so filled with lust that it was as if his whole body were one huge throbbing cock. He pushed her down on the sofa and pulled her robe up around her neck, gasping at the sight of her lissome curving body. He had to get in her right now!
And she was ready, he discovered when he put the head of his prick to her slit. Ready? She was soaking wet and gaping wide! Her body wriggled and writhed and she breathed heavily, little grunting sighs escaping from her parted rosy lips. He kissed one tit and feasted on it briefly, at the same time as his prick was sliding fiercely in.
They jerked momentarily, awkwardly trying to match rhythms, and then settled down to a slow, easy movement. Phil smiled into her lust-contorted face. He loved the feel of his huge instrument sliding in and out of that warm greased cunt ... and he loved knowing that he was giving her such pleasure that she could hardly breathe. This was the real test, this moment, tonight. His belief in his own manhood was overwhelmingly restored, and he could almost have cried with relief and gratitude. He felt love flooding his heart and he knew he'd never in the world be able to thank her enough, or show her how much he appreciated this marvelous unique thing she was doing for him.
Peggy was utterly unconscious of the harsh fabric of the sofa digging into her delicate skin, nor of anything except his touch and warmth and closeness. She felt the ecstasy of his plundering cock, his hard strength plunging frantically into her warm steaming depths. Her hands clutched his broad shoulders and she strained up against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
"Phil, Phil," she moaned mindlessly.
He plunged on, his ass rising and falling, the base of his belly smacking against her crotch, his balls slapping damply against her upturned buttocks.
She felt herself rising to the moment, the tension gathering in her womb and wrenching the delicate inner tissues. Lifting again, she held herself rigid for long seconds, her back arched off the sofa, her thighs pulling themselves tightly together, straining desperately to resolve the spasms that fluttered her wet vaginal lips. Time seemed to stretch endlessly while he plunged heavily in and out, and then she felt the blessed release, the fluttering giving away as she plunged down the smooth steep slope of her cum.
Phil didn't consciously realize-yet-what it meant when his partner went into that brief catatonic state, but he did feel it when her vagina curled in tight spasms. She's cum! She didn't say a word, but I knew it, I felt it!
And that was all he needed to set himself off. His balls expelled their hot steaming load into her moist and clasping cunt. "Aaarrgghhh!" he yelled loudly, as his hands dug into her tender skin. He pumped in diminishing spasms until he was drained and weak, and then fell heavily on top of her.
"...Beautiful, so beautiful." Phil heard her voice as if it were coming from a great distance. His blood pounded heavily and his breathing was harsh, as he gasped for air. The experience had been so devastating that he was unable to talk.
They lay together for long sweet moments, still loving the touch of their bodies. He eased himself off of her but still stayed by her side, his hot heavy breath stirring little tendrils of her pretty white-blonde hair.
"Never anything like that before," he said almost reverently.
Peggy, too, thought that she had never had such a thrilling experience before in her life. She rubbed her hand over his sweat-dampened, hairless chest and smiled at him lovingly. Her hand moved down over his hips and thighs and then crept between their bodies to find his limp damp cock.
"What a wonderful prick you have," she crooned, squeezing it gently. "You are a wonderful lover, too, Phil. Don't ever doubt yourself again."
"I won't-thanks to you," he said.
Finally, reluctantly, he pulled loose and stood by the sofa. "Shall I use your bathroom, Peggy?"
"Yes-come on along. I'll need to wash up a bit, too."
Carrying their clothes, they went along the hall and into her bedroom. She felt completely casual and unashamed at being with him naked, all her usual taboos seemed to have melted away.
She watched him go into the bathroom and stand in front of the toilet. Love and desire surged inside her and, on an impulse, she followed him and knelt beside him.
"Let me hold it," she said.
Phil looked down, surprised and somewhat embarrassed at seeing the beautiful woman kneeling on the cold tile floor, her hands clasped around his prick. But it was too late, he couldn't slow or stop the yellow stream that came gushing forth.
Her hands damp from the splatter, she held his prick steady until he was finished. Then, filled with a nameless emotion, Peggy bent her head. Sticking out her wet red tongue, she lapped the last few drops from the swelling head.
"Oh, dear," she said in mock dismay, "look at that! Can't he behave himself until after supper?" She gave his prick a little tweak that made it swell even further.
"Peggy, Peggy," the boy groaned. "Just look what you're doing to me!"
"What?" she stood up and looked at him with laughing eyes. "What am I doing?"
He hugged her tightly. "Making me love you, that's what. Making it impossible for me to love anybody else, the rest of my life."
It took Peggy a moment to react. Then she pulled back and tilted her head to look up at him. "Don't say things like that, even in fun," she said seriously. "You'll spoil it all if you do."
"Why?" Phil felt reckless. Sure, he knew of the difference in their ages, and he knew what people would say about them. But as long as he had Peggy, he couldn't care less. "I mean it, you darling. No matter what anybody says!"
Somehow she'd never looked this far ahead, nor expected anything so serious to happen.
"Phil, I'm sure you'll realize later you don't mean this," she said. "You'll have a lot more girls to love, and it probably won't take you too long, either."
"You're the one I want." His face set in obstinate lines. "I don't care about other girls."
Peggy sighed. This was a problem indeed, and she'd have to handle it carefully. "Listen, Phil," she said, "let's get some clothes on and go into the living room. It's time we had a long talk."
She knew she had to tell him the truth, and she was afraid he wasn't going to like it.
CHAPTER TEN
"Aren't those shrimp good, Peggy?" Maria popped another one in her mouth. "I'll have to ask Andy how he fixed them. By the way, have you heard anything from Phil yet?"
"Not a word." Peggy hoped her face was impassive and that the little quiver in her voice didn't give her away. "I'm sure there's some quite ordinary explanation, however. He wouldn't stay away from the job without phoning. Perhaps he asked someone else to phone, who forgot, or...."
She certainly was not going to let her perturbation show if she could help it. It had been hard getting herself to the shop this morning, and harder still to pretend surprise when Phil failed to appear. And the hardest thing of all was to act normally in the evening, to change her clothes and fix her hair and show up at Andy's party just as if nothing had happened.
Of course, she hadn't really expected him at work, not after the scenes of last night. To her astonishment-and perhaps a bit of pleasure-Phil had announced that he intended to marry her! Naturally, as she prepared the dinner and they ate, she explained to the boy all the reasons why that could never happen.
Stubbornly, Phil refused to listen. "You're mine, Peggy, and that's all there is to it."
In a final attempt to convince him, she unwisely gave him some hints of what had been happening lately. "It's my sexual awakening, Phil, just as it is yours! Now please, don't spoil it all by-"
White-faced with anger and shock, the boy sprang to his feet. "I don't believe it, Peggy, you couldn't! Not with Ted, not with his father-no, NO!"
"Don't make so much of it," she said impatiently, not even realizing that she was using some of Bryce's arguments, the same ones she'd been so scornful of. "People are all alike, Phil, everybody wants the same kicks. It's just that some people are afraid to let go and have fun."
"Fun? Is that all it was to you?"
"Darling, it was wonderful, beautiful. Don't misunderstand me, it was probably the most beautiful experience of my life. But-"
"But what?"
"But that's all it was, an experience. We'll always remember it, but honestly, Phil, you'll find another girl, one your own age, and forget all this."
"Never!" he said. "And, Peggy, I hate knowing you did those things, if you really did. But it doesn't change anything. That's all in the past, we'll forget it-"
This time it was Peggy who interrupted. "Don't be childish, Phil! Andy's having a party tomorrow night and ... and I hoped I could persuade you to go, too."
"A party? You mean-?"
"Yes," she admitted reluctantly, "I suppose it'll be a sex party. You ought to try it at least before-"
But that was all she had time for. Throwing his napkin on the floor, leaving his half-eaten dinner, Phil stormed out of the house.
"You're daydreaming," Andy said, bringing her abruptly back to the present. "Tell me where you go to, Peggy, when you drift off like that."
She smiled at him, and accepted the drink he held out to her. "Nowhere, really, Andy. Just relaxing after a tough day, I guess."
He sat beside her and took one of her slender-fingered hands. "You work too hard, Peggy. You ought to have a man to take care of you."
"I couldn't agree more. Any candidates?"
"I might know one. Let's see how it goes, all right?"
She stared up at his handsome face, wondering if he could possibly mean what that sounded like.
Was he hinting that he might be the one to take care of her? No, that was hardly believable. No man who had all that Andy had going would want to bother with a wife. Or if he did, he'd be sure to pick one of these adolescents who flocked around him.
"Anyhow, drink up and it'll help you relax. Here, let me put this footstool down for you."
Pleased at the unexpected attention, she lifted her feet on the footstool and obediently took a long sip of her Tom Collins. The cold fruity drink was refreshing, and she drained her glass and handed it to Andy for a refill.
The little group was clustered around the coffee table, sipping their drinks and nibbling on the snacks Andy put out. It was no real surprise to see Maria there, along with Ted and Sue. After all, the girl had gone out with Ted last night and Peggy was beginning to suspect he wouldn't bother with any girl who wouldn't, as the kids said it, "put out."
No stranger would have seen anything odd about the gathering, except perhaps to wonder why the youngsters were there with the older couple, and that could have a dozen ordinary explanations. Sue and Maria both looked charming in their mini-dresses and boots. Ted was the very model of clean-cut American youth, with his crest of blond hair slicked back, his white shirt open at the neck and well-worn jeans. Peggy looked at them all with affection.
She didn't mean to daydream anymore, but she couldn't help recalling her brother-in-law's surprise arrival, and all the events that had occurred since then. First, Ted climbing into her bed that night, and the excitement of her first sexual encounter in-oh, such a long time! Then her discovery of Andy's involvement with the teenagers, which led to her throwing herself-literally-into Bryce's arms. And then, to top if all off, that incredibly exciting scene with Andy and Sue....
Ruefully, she thought she'd have been okay if she'd stopped right there. But her desire for Phil was too overwhelming, the temptation too strong.
Just such a short time ago, she'd been afraid to step foot into Andy's bachelor home. And now, she was quite willing to sit back and let events take their course, whatever it might be.
"There you go again!"
Embarrassed, she looked up to see Andy smiling at her. "I won't wander off anymore, Andy, I promise."
"You'd better not. Come and look at the sunset with me." He held out a hand and she let him lead her onto his balcony.
The sunset was beautiful indeed, but Peggy found her mind more on the marvelous privacy of this long wooden deck that was cantilevered out from the house. Tall shrubs rose at either end and she saw that the greenery plus the angle of the land prevented even a glimpse of any other house. No wonder Andy felt safe having his small orgies here, out in the clear sunlight with the salty tang of the ocean breeze adding its own special flavor.
Just as she thought it, he turned and swung her into his arms. "Little Miss Icicle," he said teasingly.
"Is that the way you felt about me? Is that why you and Ted stayed away, left me alone so long?"
"No indeed!" He shook his head. "You know better than that, my darling. You're not really cold at all. It was just that we figured you needed a little time to yourself. Time to think things over."
"That's true. I really did," she admitted.
"And the time's up now, isn't it?"
Her heart was beating foolishly hard. "I guess it is, Andy."
They kissed long and passionately, his tongue swirling hotly between her parted lips. She felt weariness and languor creep over her. The pale sunlight was warm on her back as she melted into him, her arms and legs and body touching his wherever possible. Standing on her tiptoes, she flung her arms around his neck, running her hands across the back of his neck with light feathery motions.
Finally Andy drew back his head and looked down at her. She felt as she had once about Phil, that she might drown in the clear amber depths of his eyes. But this was different. This was for real. Once again she felt that pang of fear, the self-protective terror that warned her she mustn't get too close to this man. She could grow to love him so easily, too easily for her own comfort.
"Precious Peggy," he murmured. "Do you want to go indoors? Into the bedroom?"
"Not unless you want to."
He shook his head. "Come over here, my darling." With his arm around her, one hand loosely clasping her tits, he led her to a chaise lounge at the far end of the balcony.
"Down here," he said, seating himself and pushing her down between his knees. "I want to undress you, may I?"
"Of course...."
She held herself still as he reached behind to find the buttons of her blouse. One by one he unfastened them, and all the time his eyes were fixed on hers, holding her steady as if she were hypnotized. He pulled the blouse forward and slipped it down her arms.
"What gorgeous breasts you have!"
Peggy looked down as if at a stranger's body, seeing it through his eyes. The light golden tan of her skin glowed against the sharp white of her lacy bra. Her full round orbs pushed against the delicate fabric as if they were trying to burst loose from their confinement. Her tits and the areolas around them were tautly out-lined.
His hands stroked her smooth back and then unhooked the bra. Throwing it aside, he bent to kiss each rosy nipple in turn, smiling to see them swell and stand erect. Peggy watched all this with a sort of detached fascination, and bent impulsively to kiss his crisp wiry hair.
He found the zipper to her pants and released it. Shoving his hands inside the snug waistband, he pushed them down around her hips. With his help she rose to her feet while he removed the clinging fabric. Her lace panties went next, and then she was standing naked in the sunshine.
With a gargled sigh, Andy plunged his face into the crinkled bush of her pubic hair. The tangled blonde curls glinted in the light and as she shifted her hips the protuberant mound came forward to meet his avid lips and hot tongue.
"Oooohhhh, Andy!" She couldn't say any more than that. She couldn't begin to express the loving warmth and passion that surged inside her as she felt him separate her thighs and lick the quiescent bud of her clitoris. Then he stood up and quickly removed his own clothes. The sight of his long thick cock, its head pulsing redly, made her lick her lips and sigh.
"You taste so sweet," he said as he again shoved her legs wide and put his head between them. His nose pressed hard against her clit as he licked the damp pink flanges of her pussy. "Do you like that, Peggy? Does it feel good?"
"God yes, yessss!"
She began to twitch and shake, wanting more, needing to feel his hot meat inside her wet and ready box. The molten excitement spread from her crotch up through her whole body, until even her fingers and toes tingled with it.
"Fuck me, Andy! Fuck me hard! Get it inside me!"
"Just a minute...." Holding her firmly by her round ass, he raised his head and called out. "Sue!" The girl appeared in the doorway. "Yes, Andy?"
"Go get the dogs, will you?"
"... 'kay!"
Turning his attention back to Peggy, he pulled her toward him. "You get on top, honey. Yes, like that."
"Dogs? What dogs?"
"You'll see, darling. Trust me."
He lay stretched out flat and she crouched over him, swaying a little as her slender pliant body adjusted itself. His huge cudgel rose between her legs and rubbed her belly. She looked at it with love and longing, frantic to have it inside her and yet still a little fearful of what it could do to her emotions.
"Raise yourself, yes, like that."
She pulled her own outer lips apart, getting the sticky vaginal juices on her fingers, as the blood-engorged head pushed hard. Wiggling her hips, she shifted her body until the enormous instrument could slip into her tight hot sex-sleeve.
It was incredibly thrilling to feel it slip in slowly, inch by inch. She forced her legs and thighs farther apart until she could sink her pelvis down on him, his fat cock penetrating until she thought it must surely come out her mouth.
"Annnddeee!" She threw herself forward on his chest, wanting to feel him against every inch of her.
"Darling, darling," he said huskily, rubbing his hands over her round golden shoulders.
Gradually her womb accepted the giant invader and the moment of almost-pain was gone, to be replaced by nearly unbearable lust. He cupped his hands around her ass-cheeks, moving her gently up and down as his hips bucked his rock-hard penis swelled inside her. She bounced lightly for a moment and then, to her intense surprise, knew that she was cumming.
"Ooohhhh! Hold me, Andy, hold me!"
She froze, her rigid thighs clamping down on his hips. He fucked harder as the spasms swept over her and she moaned, her passion-contorted face thrown back.
"So soon! Too soon," she whispered.
"No, no," Andy contradicted her, almost laughing in spite of the fervor of his lascivious need. "That was just a little one, sweetheart ... trust me."
He was right, of course. Seconds later her fire burned even brighter and she sat upright, holding the aluminum frame of the chaise tightly for balance as she bucked up and down on him.
The thrill was unbelievable! Her first quick cum left her so hot that all her resistance crumbled like sand castles at high tide. She could no more help the moans and whimperings that forced their way from her tanned round throat, then she could have held the sand away from the engulfing ocean. Her body bent like a slender golden bow, arching over his strength and his hard-muscled body.
Completely lost in sensation, it was long moments before she became aware of the hands on her shoulders, pushing her forward, and the soft warm weight in the sweaty crease of her buttocks.
What's this? It must be ... The thought was lost as she felt an indescribable thrill. It's somebody's cock, it must be Ted....
"Ooohhhhh! Uunnnhhh!" The tight ring of her anus gave way with a little pop!
Behind her, Ted grinned to himself. The young girls, Sue and Maria, were great-but he still had a hankering for his sweet Aunt Peggy!
He shoved forward and almost regretted it. That almost-virgin rear passage clutched his penis too tightly! Then the pressure eased slightly as the elastic-walled space adjusted itself to the giant intruder.
Andy looked up over her slender, busily working back and saw that Ted was fucking her in the ass. He'd swear it, he could feel the head of Ted's cock through the thin walls of flesh! If this didn't thrill Peggy he didn't know what would! Hunching his shoulders, he pounded harder into her tight warm box, sensing that Ted had picked up his same rhythm. His hips moved up and down on the chaise, fucking into her hard, while Ted knelt behind and pounded her asshole.
The lightweight lounge began to move under them, rocking itself toward the middle of the deck, but all three were helpless to stop even if they'd been aware of the motion. In fact, Andy decided when he finally noticed it, that little extra movement was fantastic!
Half expecting Peggy to protest, he caressed her tits lovingly.
"Uuummmmm ... that's so gooood...."
When he heard her, his heart overflowed with relief and happiness. He wanted her, damned if he didn't! But damned if he would have a cold repressed woman for his girlfriend, wife or whatever she was to be! He hadn't worked it out yet in his mind-so much was dependent on her reactions today. But he felt he loved her, and hoped with all his heart that she loved him too. Loved him enough to listen, to believe him, to be part of this marvelous world of physical sensation that was so important to him.
Peggy herself had no thoughts at all. Everything was pure sensation, more ecstatically thrilling than she'd ever known before. It seemed to her that she passed through the ordinary excitement of fucking into some secret depth of feeling that welled from her very soul. Slammed back and forth, up and down, her cunt and her asshole equally invaded, she lost all sense of time and place. Her overstrained nerve endings were all dominant, shutting off her mind so that it was like walking into a new world. She moaned and sighed and panted, her flailing arms coming to rest only when she needed support from the chaise. Lips drawn back in her lust-contorted face, she began a low-pitched continuous wailing that sent shivers of excitement through all those watching.
"Will you look at that," Maria said, awed by the sight of her ordinarily cool, composed employer so lost in lascivious passion.
She and Sue stood back, restraining the two jet-black Doberman Pinschers that whined uneasily and strained toward the struggling trio.
"Wow!" was all Sue could find to say. She petted and soothed the dogs, knowing how the sight of human sexuality must be affecting them. After all, they were trained to respond to those sights and smells.
"I want to watch, but Midnight is-" Just then the dog lunged forward and she knew she'd have to do something. Sliding onto the wooden floor, she pulled the dog over her. His glistening red prick was fully erect. In another minute he'd be right on top of Peggy too!
Cocking her knees, Sue pulled the dog toward her. She held his front paws in her hands-sometimes he scratched, in the excitement of the moment, no matter how well trained he was!
She was wet and frantically ready, thoroughly aroused from seeing the double fucking. The dog's cock slid easily into her pussy and she shivered with ecstasy at the perverted pleasure.
by turning her head slightly, she could still watch the trio on the chaise. She couldn't see much of Peggy, but the sight of the two men fucking away hard roused her sensuality. Panting slightly, her eyes bright with lust, she looked back at the impatient slavering dog.
This wasn't the first time she'd fucked the animal, although Andy hadn't owned them very long. At first she was shy about it, but the frantic action of the beast convinced her that this was one of the most thrilling scenes she'd ever been through.
Maria watched, still hanging onto the leash of the other Doberman. She'd never seen anything like this in her life before! True, she was no virgin, but orgies like this were completely new to her. The sight of Sue and the dog was particularly exciting, the very perversion of it appealed to her no matter what the physical sensations. But still she was afraid!
The dog strained harder, until she could hardly hold him back. Well, Andy will never forgive me if I let him go now. I might as well do something!
She too lay on the floor, examining the dog's genitalia with interest. His balls were black and firm, and she touched them lightly with a finger. The result was spectacular! Jet-that was his name-leaped high in the air and whirled around. She had some unnamable reluctance to fuck him, but it looked as if he were about to rape her! Hastily she grabbed hold of the big hard prick, astonished at its red-gleaming size, and brought it to her mouth. The dog quickly understood and lowered his hind-quarters so he was almost squatting on top of her face.
Maria sucked in his hard slick prick, her saliva-filled mouth pulling at it hungrily. He tasted different than a man, but it was good, acrid yet wholly delightful! The dog fucked up and down and scrabbled his feet on the wooden floor, whining with pleasure.
Peggy may not have known where she was or who was fucking her front and rear, but she knew one thing. She was cumming, and it was the wildest most spectacular cum of her life! The muscles deep within her rectum were grinding out their own spastic thrills, quite independent of her fluttering vaginal lips. She was torn in two, caught in the grip of a giant hand! It squeezed her and tormented her with pleasure so intense it was close to pain.
"Hoooorrrgghh!" She expelled a wordless groan and twisted in the grip of the spasms that shook her. Like an overloaded circuit, her brain was shorting out! Blackness swept over her for a moment.
Then she blinked and realized that she'd triggered both Andy, in her cunt, and Ted, in her asshole. Two pairs of hard strong hands gripped her until her flesh stood up in white ridges. Ted panted heavily in her ear while Andy shouted out loud.
"Cum! Cum! CUMMMMMMM!" He shouted it as if it were an oath or a call to arms!
His hot load jetted into her receptive quaking vagina just as Ted's jism overflowed her back passage. Peggy felt as if her whole insides were awash with sperm. God, it was thrilling! Almost as much as cumming herself!
She felt both exhausted men release their grips and fall away. For herself, she could hardly move a muscle! Collapsing damply on Andy's broad sweaty chest, her blue eyes stared dully at the peculiar sight before her.
Dogs, yes, Andy said something about dogs. But who would have ever dreamed of this weird fantastic happening!
Just as she tried to focus in, Maria's Jet spurted his load into the girl's pretty mouth. And Sue, excited by the sight, renewed her bucking against the black beast who panted over her.
Sitting up, Peggy shook her head in disbelief.
"Andy, is that real?"
He didn't answer but smiled at her, wondering how she'd like it when it came her turn. He hoped it would all work out, because he knew without doubt that he was in love with Peggy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"The dogs were specially trained," Andy said. "They'll fuck, suck, lick you off or let you give them head. I've waited two years-since I first heard about them-to save up the money to buy them."
Peggy was both repelled and fascinated. She and Andy and the two young girls relaxed in deck chairs, letting the warm tangy air caress their tired bodies. Jet and Midnight, temporarily sated, were chained to the balcony railing.
"Wait'll you try it," Maria said. "It's outa sight!"
Peggy wasn't so sure about that. Wanting to avoid a direct challenge, she changed the subject. "I haven't had a chance to tell you all. Remember when you suggested I-seduce-Phil?"
They all nodded: yes.
"It finally happened. The night you laughed at him, Sue, remember?"
Sue looked smug. "I thought he might go running to you. We all knew he had the hots for you."
Peggy was chagrined but amused. "You little devil, you! Anyhow, it did happen ... and it was great ... right up to the end."
She explained to them how Phil had, in his boyish way, fancied himself in love with her. "Really, it was a revelation to me. I'd had fuzzy ideas about love, too. Phil made me see how ridiculous and childish they were."
"Don't discount love," Andy said unexpectedly.
Peggy looked at him uncertainly. "No, well, the thing is that I wasn't really in love, any more than Phil is. It's an infatuation and hell get over it. I just wish he weren't so childishly idealistic. He was shocked when I invited him here tonight. I only wish he'd grow up soon."
A voice spoke from the doorway. "Maybe I have."
They all looked up, astonished. Phil stood there, a sheepish smile on his handsome young face.
Seeing the boy's embarrassment, Andy leaped to his feet. "Good to have you here, Phil! Come on and sit down. I'm just about to fix a round of drinks."
Phil sat there with the glass in his hand, incongruously dressed among the others who were naked, and looked around the group. "I'm sorry I made an ass of myself, Peggy," he said. "And I do know now that you were right. I spent all day thinking about it. Forgive me?"
"Of course!" Peggy's voice was warm and affectionate. "I'm so happy to see you here, if it means what I think it means."
"More or less." He hesitated as if it were hard to express himself. "I can't get over all my inhibitions in a day but ... I'm going to try."
Impulsively Peggy slipped from her chair and sat on the deck beside Phil. That brought her eyes on a level with his crotch and a moment later-she really couldn't help it-she put her small hand, palm down, between his legs. "You're such a darling, Phil," she crooned. "Now I don't have to give you up after all!"
Realizing how strong Phil's fears were under his bravado, Phil decided to help the boy along. He took the half empty glass and refilled it, and over half of it was gin. The sweet Collins mix effectively disguised the loaded drink.
They sat and talked together for half an hour, with Andy playing the assiduous host, seeing to it that all drinks were constantly topped up. This to him was the crucial time. He firmly believed in free and enlightened sexuality as did Ted and the two young girls. But he also realized that it was difficult for Peggy and Phil to completely lose their inhibitions.
Unfortunately for his plan, the combination of fresh air, liquor and sexual activity were almost too much for Peggy! She yawned again and again until he finally suggested she take a short nap.
"Lie down here, darling, on this mat. I'll lie with you, shall I?" Night had fallen but the air was still warm with summer. He stretched out next to her, but backward-so his scissoring thighs made a pillow for her head.
"I don't think I can sleep, not really," Peggy said drowsily.
That was his cue. "Sweet baby, all you need is a pacifier! Go on, put my dick in your mouth and suck on it ... that's a girl!"
Oddly enough, the limp rubbery organ did pacify! Even soft like that it was enough to almost fill her mouth and she sucked on it the way a child does its thumb.
He could hear the soft murmur of voices behind him, as he set to kissing and sucking Peggy's pink pussy-lips.
"You hurt my feelings, you know that, Phil?" Sue sounded more amused than angry. "But I'll have to forgive you if-yes, that's right! Take off your pants. Shorts, too!"
A thousand times she'd told herself that she was stupid, to waste her time with Phil. He was so fucking pure! But he was also so sweet, so attractive that she'd kept waiting and hoping. Now when she saw his marvelous long rock-hard cock, she could hardly contain herself. Pushing his knees apart with avid haste, she reached for that long-dreamed-of, tantalizingly erect instrument. "God, you're huge!" she gasped.
"I don't think he's so big," Ted said boastfully, standing over them. "Let's see, Phil, who's the longest?"
Sue didn't really want to let go of her prize, but the contest amused her. "Sit here, Ted, no, kneel! That's the way. I'll be the judge, okay?"
The two boys squatted on their heels, their strong young cocks standing out. At a glance, there was no difference in the lengths. Maria pulled a ribbon from her long dark hair and handed it to Sue. "Here, use this to measure."
In the dim light from the living room, the giggling girls stretched the ribbon along the expanding smooth flesh. It seemed that Phil had the edge by a quarter of an inch or so.
"He's older than I am," Ted said defensively.
"Anyhow, yours is much fatter," Sue said comfortingly.
Seized by lascivious impulse, she scooted down on the floor and took a hard, pulsing organ in each hand. Stroking, caressing, licking, she kissed first one and then the other. Daringly inspired by their fascinated response, she crammed two bulbous blood-gorged cockheads into her straining red mouth.
"I don't believe it," Phil said.
Neither pulsing head could penetrate very far, but her busily flicking tongue moved from one to the other.
Not to be outdone, Maria slipped behind the boys. Squatting there, she rubbed with each hand in the creases of the boys' flat hard buttocks. She tried pressing each anus with an index finger. It was, she discovered, rather like trying to pat your stomach and rub your head at the same time, but with concentration and practice, she succeeded.
"Jeeze, I can't stand this!" Ted pulled loose and whirled around. "C'mon, Maria, I want to fuck your ass!"
She put her buttocks in the air and her face on the deck, bracing herself against the railing. Ted crouched behind her, first running his inflamed dick through her pussy to pick up the lubricating juices, then directly assaulting that puckered brown starfish with his mighty weapon. "Hooooooo!" she gasped as the head pushed its way through the elastic-rimmed opening.
Whatever trace of inhibitions Maria brought with her had been completely lost when she sucked off the dog, Jet. Now she was wild and free, avid to try every experience, to lose herself completely in this frantic sexuality. Lose herself-and gain a new, better person-she thought.
Left more or less alone, Phil and Sue looked at each other. He felt shy still, but the overdose of gin in his veins made him happy and reckless. "Sue?" he said.
"Yes, darling?"
"Could we try again? I mean-I was so ashamed of myself the other night when I couldn't get a hard-on. Could we try again?"
"You just don't like me," she teased.
"Oh, but I do! I do!" Boldly he grabbed her and pushed her down on the wooden floor. He'd suck her and cum in her mouth, he'd even screw her in the ass-later. Right now he wanted, needed, to simply fuck her hard and long. He needed to prove his manhood to her before anything else!
Yanking her legs apart furiously, he knelt between them. Her sweet pussy with its dark curls was so pretty, and it smelled so good! After Peggy, Sue was indeed a child and her very tininess intrigued him. Could he ever get his cock in between those tightly-closed rosebud vaginal lips? By God he could! He pulled them apart gently and inserted the bulging head of his cock, thrilling with the sight. Hunching his shoulders, he eased it forward, meanwhile holding her firmly by the hips.
Sue grinned as she felt his determined assault. She wasn't going to make it easier for him, but she wouldn't fight him either! She wiggled unconsciously, further impaling herself on his hard blunt instrument. "Go, boy," she whispered softly.
Phil already had all the encouragement he needed. The feel of her elastic hot sex-sleeve around his cock nearly sent him into orbit. He slowed, afraid he might cum too soon, then after a moment shoved it harder, All the way in! Up to the hilt! Her fluids were warm and slick and he shivered with intense feeling. This was only the second girl he'd ever screwed, but he felt as if it were the most important fuck of his life-now and forever. He couldn't forget her laughing taunts and his sense of shame until he'd made her cry and gasp with passion, and beg him-yes, beg him-to fuck her more!
Sue understood his need and gave him just enough resistance to convince him that he was overpowering her. But once she felt his hard long rod inside her, filling her to completion, she forgot all her little plans. Her inner vaginal walls quaked before his determined advance and her strong muscles worked almost on their own, squeezing and releasing, sliding up and slipping down.
"Suuuuee, Suuuuuuue," he groaned, feeling blindly for her tits and rolling them between his hungry hands. "Oh, you sweet baby, how I'm going to love you!"
The dogs whined and pulled at their leashes, stretching the chains as far as they would go. Their long black muzzles fell open and dripping pink tongues curled avidly.
Peggy woke in the warm darkness, her mouth full of growing cockhead, her tongue curling cozily around it. There was a delicious wet swirling in her pussy. She blinked and woke up completely, knowing it was Andy's mouth and tongue lazily engulfing and kissing her clit and soft slick labia. She sighed happily, loving the indescribable taste of him, as she sucked away harder.
Almost from the instant of waking, she knew she was sexually aroused and excited. Her lubricating juices drenched her cunt and dewed Andy's eagerly moving tongue and mouth.
He knew it too and delighted in the fresh evidence that she was forgetting all those dull old moral strictures that kept her from truly enjoying life. He felt almost worshipful as he clasped her tightly by the ass and sent his hot tongue snaking into the wet viscous opening.
Tilting his head, he could see in the faint light-now supplemented by stars and moon-two groups of writhing figures. Well, he chuckled inwardly, the kids were really getting it on!
A moment later he noticed Jet and Midnight. The two were whining softly and pulling hard at their collars. Knowing the power of their muscles as well as their animal desires, he muttered something and pulled away from the delightfully wet warm cunt.
The dogs whimpered nervously at him as he tried to soothe them. "There, there boys ... it's all right ... you'll be all right soon." He turned and beckoned. "Peggy, come here, will you?"
She made a tentative approach, half guessing what he had in mind.
"Darling," he put his arm around her and drew her in close, "I'm going to turn you on to something. A truly fantastic experience! Now don't be shy."
She hardly knew what to say. Making love-all right, fucking-Andy and Phil and Ted was one thing. But the idea of screwing a ferocious-looking animal was something else.
"Oh, Andy! I don't think I can!"
"Sure you can, darling. These dogs are specially trained for it! They won't hurt you, I promise."
Goose bumps pimpled her skin as she felt alternate waves of longing and revulsion. This was really perversion! Yet nobody else seemed to think so and she hated to let them all down....
"Please, Andy! I'm afraid!"
"Now, now," he said, gentling her as he had the dogs. "You'll be all right, you'll be fine. Really, honey, it's an experience you mustn't miss! Please trust me!"
He felt that it was now or never; that if she backed off at this moment she might never again get herself to the same pitch of abandon. Instead, she'd be reinforcing her prejudices and perhaps even retreat into her former miserable state of frigidity. He held his breath, even while his hands were lightly caressing her golden tanned skin.
"Well ... all right!" It was the "Trust me!" that convinced her. She was beginning to feel that wherever Andy led, she must follow. It was that terribly dangerous emotion-the almost overwhelming love-that she feared and yet could not resist. She heard Andy give a deep sigh of relief and guessed his thoughts.
"Lie down here," he said softly, pulling a plastic mat into the center of the deck.
He carefully arranged her body, pulling her knees apart and up. A chair cushion went under her white rounded ass, propping her pussy up and completely exposing it. Taking Jet's collar firmly in one hand, he released both dogs. Midnight shot straight as an arrow at the helplessly exposed target, while Andy forced Jet to kneel behind him.
"Ohhhhh!" Peggy jerked and her legs flailed the air as she felt the dog's warm breath on her neck, and something slick and hard between her thighs.
"Hold on to me," Andy said. He knelt behind her and grasped both her hands in his. "That's a girl, that's my baby."
Helpless to defend herself with her hands tightly gripped over her head, Peggy felt a strange hard object poking at her pussy.
"No, Andy, NO! I've changed my mind!"
But it was too late! The excited dog missed a few times and then he made the connection. It was weird, wild, unbelievable! His thick hard cock slipped into her cunt as if it were greased! She knew she wouldn't feel anything-but seconds later, a little moan burst from her ovaled red mouth. It was happening, it was fantastic-her body bucked up and down just as if it were a virile male human fucking so hard!
Behind her, Phil smiled in relief and satisfaction. He watched her full breasts bounce up and down, the tits standing up like little signal flags. He thrilled to the sight of the black animal with his glossy red prick sliding in and out, in and out!
Then, with a word and a gesture, he released Jet. The panting, slavering dog didn't hesitate for a moment. Pulling himself up in a bow shape, he squatted over Peggy's face. She saw the sleek tan of his underparts, the black balls, and then suddenly, his prick was pressing against her mouth. Clamping her lips shut, she also closed her eyes. It was altogether too much!
But the beast was persistent and-truth to tell-the wild fucking in her pussy loosened her last inhibition. Her pretty lips opened and with a groan she accepted the dog's cock, sucking it in as if she meant to swallow it whole.
Her eyes flew open in ecstasy! And then for the first time she became aware of her audience ... an open-mouthed, glazed-eye audience. The ring of faces only spurred her on to new efforts.
Maria watched and licked her lips. Sitting cross-legged, her thighs stained with semen, her arched back taut, she panted in rhythm with the dog's frantically pumping hindquarters. Her small hand crept out and found warm sweaty flesh, and inched its way into Phil's crotch. Loosely clasping his flaccid cock, she rubbed it up and down.
Sue was sprawled on the floor, her vibrant form momentarily at rest. Willi lust-glossed eyes she watched and imagined herself that willing receptacle of the two bard-driving animal cocks.
Ted had mixed emotions, part lascivious joy and part shocked love for his sweet aunt. But that she was enjoying it, there could be no doubt. Her passion-contorted face and unseeing eyes were mute testimony to the thrills she was experiencing.
Impulsively he leaned over, dodging the two black furry bodies and planted his mouth on the nearest of Peggy's round white tits. The nipple felt like a small thumb in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it, feeling the wrinkled flesh of the areola and sucking like a baby at his mother's breast.
Seeing that, Andy was inspired to do the same on Peggy's far side. There was no longer any need to hold her hands to keep her in place! It was thrilling to suck her tit while the two dogs fucked into her cunt and her mouth!
"Gosh!" Sue couldn't bear it, she simply had to get in on the action! It wasn't easy, but she wriggled herself between Andy's knees, and once he realized what she was doing, he shifted to make it easier. Her hands clung to his hardening prick and she pumped it up and down, and then put her mouth to it. "Wowwwww!" she sighed.
Peggy's eyes were closed again and she was unaware of all the frantic sexuality she'd unleashed in the others. Her dual ravishment had resulted in one small cum after another, until she felt almost unbearably sensitized. Only vaguely aware of the sucking male mouths on her tits, still she reached out and clutched a shoulder of each lascivious lover. Her hands clenched and she let out the continuous mewling wail that had so excited the group earlier.
At last Midnight's pace began to slacken and he drew himself up into the moment of tension, still fucking busily yet obviously almost ready to cum. She sensed the difference and renewed her wet tongue-twisting assault on Jet's sleek red cock. Her own cum was building again and she bounced frantically up against the dog's bucking pelvis, hearing him pant and slobber, and scratch his claws on the floor.
Seconds later, Midnight shot his animal semen into the woman's still quivering womb, hanging on for a last few hard strokes. At almost the same time, Jet spewed his jism into the contorted red mouth. And Peggy herself felt something tearing away inside her, a lovely loose liquid surrender even as she swallowed the dog's steaming load.
Little by little the rest of the group achieved their own climaxes, and sprawled exhausted, leaning on each other or on the spent animals.
Andy and Maria, who had been jerking each other off so that they could sit upright and not miss any of the breathtaking show, took a little longer, but at last they too reached orgasm and joined the ranks of the spent and sated.
Peggy knew she was a mess, sticky almost from head to toe, her hair tangled and matted. But a strange peace filled her mind and heart. Her slow-moving brain told her that she'd never find the kind of fulfillment now that she'd always wanted, never have the serene marriage and secure life she'd grown up to expect.
Somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore. She'd pushed herself to what she thought of as the ultimate degradation; the worst had happened and there was nothing she could do to make it not be true. Yes, I've done it now! I'm no better than an animal myself ... but somehow I don't even care! I spent so many years waiting for the future, and fighting the present. All those terrible fears I had have come true. I've given myself up completely to that beast that's inside all of us. Maybe I'll hate myself tomorrow ... but right now, I can hardly believe it, but I'm happy!
Andy pulled her to him and kissed her, his tongue stretching to taste her lips and the warm red mouth. He knew he was tasting a bit of his own seminal fluid and a lot more of the Doberman's. It excited him in spite of his fatigue, but he looked down at his limp inflamed cock ruefully, knowing it would be some time before it obeyed his mental commands.
"Shower anyone?"
"I guess so." Peggy swung herself to her feet.
He put his arm around her and led her to the balcony. They could hear the hissing pounding waves and faintly see their luminescence far below. "Are you all right, honey?"
She nodded. "It's hard to believe, but I'm very contented."
Andy laughed. "It would be strange if you weren't, Peg. But I'm glad you're-you're not worried about anything."
"Should I be?"
"Good God, no! I don't want you ever to be worried again, the rest of your life. And you won't be, if I can help it."
She looked at him wonderingly. "What do you mean by that?"
Echoes of her former fears rose up to haunt her. No man would want to marry a woman who indulged in this kind of sexual activity. No, she meant no more to him than the other female bodies he ravished and enjoyed. Less, rather, because how could she compete with these young girls, so fresh-faced and lovely?
"Remember what I told you before?" he said. "Trust me, my darling Peggy, just trust me."
CHAPTER TWELVE
"But, Ted, you must know something! Living right in the house with her. Didn't she say anything?"
"Sue, you know just as much as I do. You read the note she left me-and all it said was that she and Andy would be away for a couple of days." Ted shook his head dolefully. "And then the telegram came."
Maria chimed in. "I think it's a joke. Why would they want to get married? We were all having such a good time!"
Phil and Ted, Maria and Sue, were equally shocked and dismayed. Though they didn't talk about it, all four of them had the same thought. If Peggy and Andy were really married, then obviously the fucking parties would have to stop.
And the telegram to Ted had been quite definite, saying that Peggy and Andy had eloped to Las Vegas. Further, it instructed him to gather "the gang" together this evening for a wedding party.
"This just ruins everything," Sue said.
Ted was secretly glad that the summer was almost over, and in a week he'd have to go home to Fresno to get ready for school. His father had phoned twice already, still worried and impatient to have his son safely at home.
"I don't believe it. I think it's a joke," Maria said again.
Joke or no joke, they'd done as Andy asked. The living room of Peggy's small house was gaily decorated with tissue paper garlands. An enormous white wedding cake waited on the dining room table. Its four-tiered white-iced splendor was topped with two little figures that, after much searching, Ted had found in a novelty store. The small celluloid bride and groom were completely naked, except for a tiny wisp of veil made from the lace on one of Sue's petticoats.
A silver bucket, borrowed from Andy's house, held ice and an enormous bottle of champagne. Fine hollow-stemmed glasses stood on a silver tray.
So everything looked festive enough-everything except the worried faces of the guests.
Maria wandered in to look at the glossily gleaming cake. Her head cocked on one side, she wondered if it would seem crude and unwelcome to the newlyweds. Would Peggy resent being reminded of their nude sex orgies? Heaven only knew how a bride would feel, Maria certainly didn't!
"Maybe we shouldn't have done that."
"Oh, quit worrying," Phil said, impatient with his own nervousness. "They'll be here any second now if the plane was on time. And then we'll know what it's all about. I hope."
As if on cue, a taxi pulled into the driveway.
The four teenagers clustered inside the doorway, washing Andy pay the cab and collect the luggage.
"She certainly looks happy," Sue said sadly.
"Maybe it isn't really a joke, damn it!"
Ted flung open the door and then it was all confusion for a few minutes as the newlyweds swept inside with laughing greetings and kisses for everyone.
"Look, Andy, how beautiful!" Peggy surveyed the room, her radiant face even brighter as she saw the decorations. "You darlings! Did we surprise you?"
"Surprise! That hardly describes it," Ted said.
"And champagne! Already cold! Phil, do open it!" Not waiting for an answer, she caught sight of the glamorous cake. "Andy, come in here! Look-isn't that something?"
While they appreciated the cake and laughed over the nude bridal couple, Phil and Ted popped the cork and filled the glasses. He might as well enjoy the champagne, Phil thought gloomily. Nothing would ever be the same again!
Oh, sure, the four of them could carry on and probably bring new members into the group. But Peggy and Andy were so much a part of it, that without them he didn't think he'd ever go to a fuck party again. It was all ending just as he began to realize how much the newlyweds had contributed to their young friends. He knew that he himself had grown five years in poise and maturity since that first night he fucked Peggy. And that was less than a month ago! He remembered each exciting party since then, going over the details lovingly in his mind, polishing the images that he imagined would have to last him a long time.
No, nothing would ever be the same!
"A toast to the newlyweds," Sue said, raising her glass in what Phil believed to be fantastic self-control. "Did you really, truly get married?"
"We sure did!" Andy was expansive and cheerful as he tilted the hollow-stemmed glass. "And I'll drink to that myself!"
"Such a wonderful welcome home! With champagne!" Peggy said.
"There's lots more keeping cold in the refrigerator, Peg," Maria said.
Three or four glasses later, the group had loosened to the point of chattering merrily, hearing the details of the wedding. Still nobody had the courage to ask the question that burned in all their minds: was this the end of all their fun?
"Such a party," Peggy said happily. "Even a cake!"
"We tried to think of everything," Sue said.
"Not quite everything." Phil looked around the room searchingly, as if he expected to find some mysterious object.
"Why, what did we forget?"
"I guess it's just as well you didn't bring them, though. Jet and Midnight could be a bit much at a wedding reception."
Silence fell. None of the younsters knew quite what to make of that. Finally Ted said boldly, "What will you do with the dogs, anyway?"
"Do with them?" Andy looked surprised. "Just what we've always done. They aren't trained for' anything else!"
Immediately a babble of voices broke out. "You mean you still want to ... we were afraid you meant ... but you're married now and ... we're glad you're happy, but...."
"Wait a minute, WAIT A MINUTE!" Laughing, Andy stood up and spread his arms. "One at a time, now! What's this all about?"
"I think I know." Peggy stood up beside him. "You kids were afraid we wouldn't want to fuck around anymore, right?"
They all nodded or said yes, watching expectantly.
"Well, you're wrong!"
Faces brightened and an audible sigh of relief swept through the room. "Gosh, I sure didn't want it to end," Phil said fervently. "We all feel the same way!"
Andy turned serious. "Of course you've got to realize that it'll end some day. That is, you'll get involved with other people and activities and split away from the group. I know, I know, right now you think that'll never happen. But it will, when you're individually ready for it. Youll go on to make your own lives. Ted's got to do it right away, even though he knows he's always welcome back."
"Thanks, Andy! I will be back, too!"
"But right now," Andy continued, "let's just make the most of what we have going. Peggy and I, we understand each other about this. And everything else. We couldn't get along without you four either, you know!"
Peggy broke in. "Marriage doesn't have to be a straitjacket, or a prison! We won't let ours get like that...."
"More champagne," Maria said. "Now we can really celebrate!"
Peggy knew this was the happiest day of her life, even happier than her wedding day. She supposed in some impossible future time she'd grow past the need of young cocks and hard young male bodies, but not yet! And Andy was the same way about the girls. How lucky they were to have found each other!
"Do we have to be so formal?" Phil's voice was plaintive. "I mean, all these clothes and everything!"
They all laughed.
"Last one naked has to dish up supper," Sue said, happily squirming out of her dress.
Peggy walked over to her young nephew. "Unzip me, will you, darling? I want to give you something special ... the greatest fuck ever. I want you to remember us all."
"How could I forget?" As he undressed his pretty aunt, Ted thought gratefully that he might have grown up an entirely different person, if he hadn't found courage that first night. It seemed so long ago and he already far different, entirely so from that bold immature boy.
