There are many reasons why an older woman might seduce a young boy, or even many young boys. In today's enlightened world there are still couples who have unfulfilled sex lives, and the woman, seeking some kind of physical relief and satisfaction, may feel less guilty about seducing boys. This way, she can claim no man has ever seduced her. Or, feeling her husband has lost his virility because of age, she might feel youth has much to do with potency and, as a result, she might gravitate toward a young boy. Also, a young boy, having his first affair, might be discreet enough to keep his mouth shut so he can go on enjoying the woman's favors.
It is also possible the woman feels her husband is too virile or too overpowering. Perhaps she wants to be the dominant figure in a sexual relationship, and with a young boy this can more easily be accomplished. Or perhaps the woman fantasizes about the rape of innocence, and can only accomplish this by taking inexperienced boys to bed with her.
Society may frown on what this woman is doing, yet she has needs and urges she must satisfy. Should she be caught, she will be ostracized, yet when one looks at it objectively, one wonders just how fair the laws are. After all, what harm has been done? The woman was perfectly aware of what she was doing, and therefore cannot be called the seduced one. And the boys she seduced can only benefit from the experiences they have enjoyed with her. Physically, the experiences are healthy and wholesome. However, our heroine will never be exposed, and no one will know what she's done, since those we read about are the ones who end up getting caught. Our heroine, like many others, doesn't.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
What June Cullen hated most about her husband was the constant way he dominated her. Perhaps, if the rest of her daily routine weren't so boring, she might have been able to put up with Martin's boorishness, but life had become a drag ever since her sons had gone away to college and she hadn't been able to go back to work.
Last night had been a perfect example of her husband's rotten, dominating attitude. He had come home, hot and sweaty, and after a beer from the refrigerator, he'd said, straight out, "Let's fuck!"
Martin was still a good-looking man, though he was almost bald in front. What hair he did have left was medium brown, just like her own hair. He had a handsome face, but it had hardened over the years. He was forty-three now, but kept his body in trim by working out at a local gym twice a week. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and a square jaw.
June, who was thirty-nine, looked fifteen years younger. In spite of the fact that she was bored, she did her daily exercises, keeping her slender body in superb shape. The routines she did strengthening her pectoral muscles kept her breasts high and firm, and she could have walked around without a bra. No one would have ever known, save for the way her tits would have jiggled. She had freckles on her lovely face, which only seemed to make her prettier. Her bright brown eyes hid the boredom she felt, and her turned-up nose was so perfect, everyone looking at it thought she'd had plastic surgery, but she hadn't. It was her own natural nose. And those full, pouting lips were invitations to almost any man. There wasn't a man in the world who didn't want to kiss that mouth once he'd seen it. There were other, more lascivious thoughts concerning her mouth, and June could almost hear them when she saw a man staring at her. Her waistline was trimmer now than it had been prior to giving birth to her first son, and she still had broad, solid, swinging hips that made men drool.
Martin Cullen, her husband, had taken her for granted from the day of their marriage, having literally raped her hymen from her, constantly fucking her until she'd orgasmed from the sheer continuity. She knew he'd had a dozen different affairs, and though it bothered her, she was glad because it kept his hands off her. The whole problem was, even though she hated him as an individual, she was crazy about his cock, and once he finally sunk it into her, she always gave in to it. But until he finally got to the fucking stage, she resisted him.
She would have divorced him long ago had she somewhere to go. But she'd been enough of a burden-on her parents when she was younger. She didn't dare go back to them, now. They were retired, living out their years happily together. June didn't have the right to visit her misery on them. So she stayed.
"I ... want a drink," she told Martin.
"You can have it up in the bedroom," he replied, grabbing her two wrists in one hand and hauling her up the stairs behind him.
He had the bedroom door open before she could think straight, and he threw her into the room, letting her fall onto the large double bed they still shared. She sat up, catching at the wooden post making up the footboard. As she stared, she watched him shut and lock the door, as if trying to keep the rest of the world out. No, no, she had thought it was for that reason once, when the kids were home. Now she knew it was simply to prevent her escape into the outside world until he'd finished with her.
God! He was such an animal. He thought no more of her than of all the other women he'd fucked since marrying her. She was a convenience for him, and he intended making use of her.
"You can have that drink now," he told her, pointing to the decanter on the dresser.
June remained where she was, at the foot of the bed, tightly gripping the wooden post, just looking at him with contempt. After all these years he hadn't mellowed at all. He never would. She wondered if her fear of him was as blatant on her face as it was inside her. The terror felt like something raw and primitive in her belly. In shuddering, frozen horror she stared at him as he advanced toward where she lay.
"No!" she shouted. "Don't touch me."
"Junie-baby," he smiled. "I'm going to be good to you."
And suddenly his head was down, and his mouth was clamping on hers as his arms went around her. He kissed her, thirsting to drink her up, and for a fraction of a second his familiar lips were those of the man who had courted her, feeling warm and delicious .'.. and then she recalled the hell he'd put her through in twenty years of marriage. She remembered how many times his kisses had been the prelude to a rape that would have put motorcycle gangs to shame, turning her into a masochist.
She shoved as hard as she could, then screamed, "No! No, don't put your hands on me, Martin. I can't stand you and you know it."
"Maybe you can't stand me, Junie-baby, but you love my cock, and you know it. If you want to play rough, I'll play rough," and he pulled her face away from his, once again grabbing both her wrists in one hand, holding her arms cruelly behind her. "I enjoy it when you struggle. That's the real you, Junie. You like it rough. You like having your sweet cunt raped. And it sure as hell is going to be raped."
His other hand slid up behind her, grabbing a handful of her shining brown hair. He clenched it tightly in a fist, shoving her face against his, his mouth slamming against hers as his tongue literally slashed into her mouth with the strength of a fierce razor.
She could feel how hot he was through his clothes as he clutched her body to his, mashing her rounded breasts into his chest. His hard, over long, over-thick phallus seemed to drive against her flat, soft belly, pressing into her dress from beneath his pants. She felt herself clamped to him from mouth to knee, with no space between them. His hand pressed the back of her head against his face, and she could feel the all-consuming need take hold of him. If it were a need for her, she would have gladly consented to whatever he wanted. But the need was for her cunt, and nothing more.
What really bothered her was the hungry, ferocious need she was feeling for him, as it began building in her. Jesus! She hated him, yet she couldn't live without him. One day she would end up running away from him, or doing something equally desperate, if only to make some kind of life for herself.
Martin held her writhing, wriggling body, his tongue licking deep into her sweet, delicious mouth. He probed all over, though by now he knew every ridge, every corner, every crevice of her oral interior. He felt the soft flame of her hair as it moved through his fingers, and he squeezed so hard, he could feel the bony cap of her skull in his palm. Her small, narrow wrists were crushed together in his other hand as he pressed them into the soft roundness of her curving buttocks.
Christ! He loved the way she fought him. He'd humped a whole bunch of tarts since marrying her, but none of them were as good as she. Hell! Fucking those other twats only made him appreciate her cunt all the more, knowing it was his, to do with as he pleased for as long as he lived. He knew she hated him, but that seemed to add spice to their fucking. It was fun cramming cock into the tight quim of a woman who fought and resisted every time. The rape, itself, was as much fun as the actual fucking. Hell! She liked being raped as much as she hated him. She liked it so much, the whole thing would have been boring as hell if he hadn't gone fucking on the outside. Shit! A man only lived once. He had to get his fill of pussy.
Once, only, once, he'd tried being gentle with her, asking her to suck his cock. And she'd refused. It had been the second night of their marriage. He'd had to end up jamming his meat roll down her throat, making her choke and gag. And yet she'd loved tasting it, because she'd swallowed every last drop of his hot spunk. He'd fucked her everywhere but in the ass. That tight, squeezing anus would barely open up enough for him to ram a finger in, much less his thick cock. Damn! Before he died he would have to fuck that ass of hers.
June was writhing and wriggling, and she would have been screaming had his tongue not been sunk deep in her throat. Hell! That tongue of his was moving insistently back and forth in her mouth as if it were a cock fucking into her oral cave. She could barely breathe, and her head was aching from the pressure of his fingers.
Oh Christ! she thought, her body warming up. He's going to fuck me. The son of a bitch is going to do it. She could feel his burning breath rushing hotly from his flaring nostrils as the intensity of his anxiety increased.
Tears came into her eyes; hot, burning tears. Within, she felt a mixture of terror and frustration, mingling with fright and terrifying shivers. She wanted very much to be away from this man. Even now, as she lay back, she could feel the constant, insistent grinding of his thick cock against her soft belly as he rotated his hips anxiously. His huge, bulging, swollen cock seemed to sear its way through the clothing, and she could swear she could feel the naked bulb of the cock head touching her bare belly.
More tears flooded from her eyes down her cheeks, and she was making throaty blubbering sounds under his sucking mouth.
He tasted her tears and felt the slow relaxation of her delightful body. It was only the slightest easing of physical tension, but Martin sensed it. As usual, he was getting to her body in spite of her objecting brain. It made him all the hungrier for her, knowing he could have her in spite of her hatred for him. She was certainly the best-looking woman he'd ever known. Even today, when there were younger girls around, none could match the continually fresh beauty of his wife. In spite of all the things he'd made her do to and for him, he still considered her a mental prude. But that infinite vacuum making up her feminine center was the most wonderful tunnel he'd ever entered, and the superb exterior surrounding it was still magnificent.
June could tell by his stare he was already picturing her totally nude. She was well aware of her figure, and how delightfully her shape pleased him. Her superbly shaped breasts always had him slavering with his tongue hanging out. She could see he regarded them as tasty melons, ripe for eating, hanging high on their vine. Her white skin had the merest hint of pink to prove blood traveled through it and she wasn't a cold marble statue. He always loved running his hands over the satin perfection of her skin, touching the roller coaster swells and valleys. She could see the pulsating of his hard cock in his pants, pushing madly against the cloth of his fly, threatening to tear its way free of its clothing prison.
June was gasping as Martin's hot mouth pressed on hers and almost cut off her breath. And then his mouth released hers and she found she could breathe again. Air rushed from her lungs as a moan tore from her throat.
He was on his feet now, and so was she. His hands released her and they stood gasping for air, their faces mere inches apart. June shut her eyes and let the tears slowly drip down her cheeks. She wanted to wipe them away, but she feared he would think she was being antagonistic if she raised her hand for any reason. She could feel her nipples tingling from the pressure of his body against hers. They swelled as if they'd flowered open because of his despicable touch. She could feel them pushing under the thin mini-bra and soft blue sweater.
"Undress!" Martin ordered, staring at her as if intent on eating her up alive once she was naked.
His hands were already removing his own clothing, leaving everything piled on the floor where it lay. June was unable to move. Her wrists were numb with pain, and she felt as if he'd drained the strength from his body into hers. She stood there with a blank look on her face, mouth partly open and eyes tightly closed.
Trembling, she slowly brought her hands up to wipe away her tears.
"Strip!" he bellowed, his own clothes off, now.
"No," she said in a weak voice. "I won't ... I won't!"
"Son of a bitch, we'll see if you won't," he roared, grabbing the lower edge of her sweater and lifting, tugging it over her head and off her arms as if she were some schoolchild who needed undressing. She stood there sobbing, her arms crossed over her breasts as her hands continued wiping the tears from her face. The sobs were making her tremble as she sighed, despairing, knowing he would use her as he would any whore he'd pick up in the streets, intent only on his own satisfaction. That she had come to physically enjoy everything had been because he was so long in coming, her own senses became totally aroused. Even if she hadn't wanted to come, her body always betrayed her and sent her into the throes of rapturous ecstasy, every time.
God! she thought. All this is my own fault. I'm the one to blame. If she'd only had the brains to stay away from him when he got home at night. He was always hungry for her when he first got home. Sometimes, if the session ended too quickly, he would take her on again after supper, doing something different, but making her respond no less strongly.
Martin grabbed her arms and tugged them down. Her large eyes with thick lashes looked up at him with a mingling of fear, awe, and anguish.
Looking down at her, seeing her crying for the umpteenth time, he became angry. Why the hell was she crying? What the hell was there about what they did to make her this way? All she did was whine and weep and wail, always content when it was over, yet always trying to make him feel guilty about what he was doing. Hell! If rape wasn't such fun, he'd be feeling every bit as guilty as she wanted him to feel. Stupid bitch!
Her large, meloned tits were heaving inside the mini-bra, shuddering up and down with her sobbing gasps, the nipples pressing into the cloth as they grew and expanded, clearly visible through the almost transparent fabric.
Lowering his hands, he grabbed her skirt, tugged down the zipper, then jerked the skirt, itself, down around her ankles, leaving her standing in her flesh colored bra and totally transparent pantyhose.
She remained standing in the pool of cloth at her feet, appearing as fragile and as transparent as the nylon pantyhose. Her white body looked even more desirable and sensual, making him even more hungry to possess it. The deep brown of pubic hair seemed to be curling like a million little beckoning fingers, luring him on.
June's mute sobs were still convulsing her lush body. She stared at Martin's licentiously distorted face grinning at her, and his presence became too overpowering. She couldn't take his being there any longer. The way he stood, feet apart, his long, thick cock standing out and away from him like some elephantine penis, made her think of him as a mad, rutting, inhuman, prehistoric beast. He didn't care into which hole he sank that thick monstrosity of his, unmindful of possible pain he might bring about, caring only for his own instinctive physical need. He was a splendid naked animal with heavy muscles and broad, powerful shoulders. Thick, dark hair grew in great profusion all over his chest and crotch, also lightly covering his calves and forearms.
How could I have married this ape? she wondered for the hundredth time. How could I let his seed germinate inside me and grow into sons, neither of which, thank God, looked anything like him.
Abruptly she moved into action with a fury she had never before possessed. Not that she dared move against him. But she could defy him, and this she did by picking up all her clothes and pressing them tightly to her breast, covering herself as best she could as she prepared to head for the door.
"English doesn't seem to be one of your languages," Martin snapped. "I told you to take everything off, not to start putting it all back on. Goddammit, June, you do as I say."
The clothes in her hands were suddenly tugged away, and his huge paws suddenly reached out, grabbed her tiny bra, and literally tore it off her body.
"You dumb, stupid twat," he raged, bellowing and cursing as he proceeded tearing her pantyhose into a trillion tiny bits of lint and cloth.
"No!" she screamed back at him, and suddenly found the strength needed to resist, reaching out with bright, gleaming red nails, doing her best to rip his eyes out. Anger poured through her supple body with her pumping blood. She was so angry, a red haze descended over her eyes.
"I hate you," she screamed at him. "I hate you and everything about you. You're a horrible, sick, evil, vile, filthy beast. Don't you dare touch me. Get away!"
She was screaming loudly as he finished tearing everything off her, and she had a frightening vision of the two of them nakedly rolling all over the bed, with him stabbing her body, creating a million wounds with that knifelike phallus of his. But even as she envisioned this, she continued fighting, knowing she was willing to die if she could rip out one of his eyes.
"You goddamned, rotten, sniveling cunt! I'll tear you apart and feed you to the neighborhood dogs. Always putting me off, always saying no, always refusing, and always loving whatever the hell I end up doing to you. You are going to get fucked royally tonight."
Picking her up, he hurled her into the center of the large bed, and her mouth opened wide as the air felt forced from her lungs. Her long brown hair swung wildly from side to side, and her head snapped back and slammed against the mattress. She was some kind of helpless manikin with long legs and slender arms, all of which seemed useless and immobile.
Martin was quivering with wrath, and at this point he didn't care how much noise was made, who heard them, or what breakage might occur in the room. It was time for his goddamned wife to stop playing the hypocrite. She loved his cock, and he went with the appendage, so she might as well get used to the fact that she would be fucked by him regularly for the rest of their lives. He was tired of having to fight for what was righteously his.
June rolled into the middle of the bed, rolling her body into a tight ball, shielding her face from any blows he might rain on her. God! If only she could die here and now and end this miserable existence. Let him hit her just once, very hard on the head, and finish her agony. And yet ... she wanted life. She wanted fucking, she wanted a good cock to suck ... but she didn't want Martin. All the mental wires in her brain seemed crisscrossed. She no longer knew what she really wanted. She felt humiliation, sorrow and fear, which was why she had curled into a fetal position.
And then he was on top of her, unrolling her, throwing his naked body all over her supple nudity, climbing all over her, sitting on her full, swollen breasts until they flattened into her chest, their nipples slicing into his gluteal cheeks. His knees were pressing into her arms, and he was waving his bright red-domed cock into her face, letting the colorless seepage slickly cover her lips, her cheeks, and her chin and throat.
"My way," he snapped at her. "Always my way.
You're going to take my big, fat cock into your mouth and suck on it until I decide otherwise. You'll lick my prick and lap my balls, and if I want, you'll drink my squishy juice down your throat until you strangle from sheer happiness. D'you hear me, you damn bitch? You are going to suck my penis. You are going to swallow the entire length of it, and if it pleases me, you'll swallow my balls, as well."
"Oh my God ... no ... Martin ... no ... no ... don't...." June begged, frantically crying, as the total horror of what he was saying to her registered in her mind. She couldn't do it, no matter how many times he'd forced her to do it, before. God! His cock was so thick, each time he rammed it into her throat she gagged and choked, and almost did strangle to death. Yes, she admitted she liked sucking on the meat, even if it was Martin's cock. And she sucked out all the sperm, even if it came from inside his body. But she wished she could have a thinner, shorter penis, and take her time sucking it, enjoying it rather than being forced to engulf it in the hot, wet cave of her sucking mouth.
No matter what he said, she couldn't do that again. If her mother and father ever knew she did obscene, depraved things like that, they'd never want to talk to her again. They'd never want to know her.
Her face was wet, and there were tear-streaks running down both cheeks. Her lovely brown hair haloed out around her head, spreading in bountiful waves across her pillow.
To Martin, she looked more beautiful than ever. By Christ! Now, they were starting to do things right. He looked down at her face sticking out from under his cock, prodding his penial length against her chin. The point was sticky with heavy droplets of lubricating ointment still oozing out. His hand reached down and tangled itself in her long hair, tugging her lovely face upward toward the throbbing, swelling thickness of his burning cock.
"Open that mouth, you cunt," he snapped angrily, enjoying the total mastery he had of the situation. God! Just looking at his thick, veined, throbbing penis hovering over her mouth made the seed in his balls bubble all the faster. Goddamn her, he'd teach her who was boss once and for all. That one time he had been nice to her, she had rebuffed him, telling him cocksucking was something refined ladies of quality didn't do. Well that was a crock. He'd made her swallow her words as she'd swallowed his sperm. Other women had blown him, giving good head, but none of them had the fantastic mouth of June, his own wife. And every time he put his cock in her mouth, he wanted to shove the entire length down her goddamned, narrow throat. He wanted it all the way in until her lips sucked on his cock hairs.
June stared in terrified fascination and disgust at the monumentally fat shank whose head was pressed against her soft lips. Her eyes were almost crossed concentrating on the throbbing shaft in a compulsive trance. The mighty dork was so immense this close up she thought it looked like something grown in the Redwood Forest. It pulsated again and again as a thin, colorless liquid continued oozing from the tiny slit in the bulbous tip, dripping all over her mouth. God! The cock seemed a separate, alive thing, and not part of Martin.
Terrified at the feel of it smearing its way across her lips again and again, June wondered if her heart could stop beating. Could she simply die?
Martin was furious at her refusal to open her mouth. Fury raged through him, and before he realized it, he was slapping her beautiful face again and again, reddening her cheeks. The echoing slaps seemed to resound through the entire bedroom, sounding like shots in June's ears.
"Goddamn you ... you rotten bitch, take the cock in your mouth. Take it in of your own free will, or I'll slam the fucking thing into the back of your throat and strangle you with it."
June's lips finally parted, her mouth opening to sob out her anguish. Her cheeks were burning where his hand had struck her repeatedly, but even with her mouth wide open, no sound came from within. Her chest, even with his weight on it, heaved with dry, silent sobs. The whole world had gone mad. This was an evil dream, only it was one from which she would never awaken.
She felt his clenched fist grip her hair, tug her face even higher. The pull on her hair made her open her mouth even wider. She knew Martin by now; knew he was crazy enough to carry out any threat. She had to submit to his desires, and so opened her mouth all the wider, fearful he would strangle her with his massive baton of flesh. In all her years married to him she had never seen him this enraged. It was as though his last bit of sanity was finally gone.
"You aren't getting off that easy," he snapped, letting his cock-head smear its substance across her open lips. "You'd just love for me to shove it in so you can think how unwilling you were and how I forced you. No deal, Junie-baby. You're going to put my cock in your mouth. You're going to reverently love it and lick it and make love to it. You're going to suck it for as long as your sucking pleases me. Now, take a good firm hold on it and start using that sweet tongue of yours."
Her fright was immense. Even with his knees pressing her arms, she was able to move her forearms inward, and she finally began curling her long, slender fingers around the throbbing rod. She gripped the pulsating malebone a moment, holding it away from her face as if looking at it for the first time. Her lower jaw trembled as her eyes widened even more in shuddering terror. God! He was a maniac.
Martin felt a wicked jolt shoot through his body as his wife's deliciously ripe lips slowly surrounded the throbbing knob of his shuddering cock, its mushroom shaped head all red and swollen with lust.
"Ohhhhh ... Jesus ... Jesus...." he gasped softly, through clenched teeth. Just staring at the way June's mouth slowly closed around the pulsing head of his anxious cock became too much for Martin Cullen. The heated moisture of her oral cave slowly sucking in his mighty thickness sent chilling pinpoints of delight coursing through his body. Oh God!
As always, June expected her husband's cock to feel as solid as it looked. And the muscles was indeed a piece of rigid gristle, stretching her lips widely. But she always forgot how soft the outer skin felt in her mouth; like the velvet inner ear of a puppy.
She sobbed silently, and the vibration of her closing lips around his throbbing peckerhead seemed to draw another groan of delight from him. She realized she wasn't going to die. She was going to live through this ordeal just as she had lived through the others. But this would be the last time. There was such a thing as mental cruelty, not to mention the horrible physical cruelty she was undergoing. She would divorce him, and make him support her for the rest of his life. The very thickness of his weighty cock had become too much for her. It seemed to become longer and broader with each passing day, stretching her lips and her cunt beyond belief. There was no denying she enjoyed sex, but she wanted a shorter, slimmer cock. True, she hadn't expected Martin to shove his dingus into a pencil sharpener just for her, but if he had been more gentle, more understanding, perhaps her body would have properly responded, opening up to take his entire length and breadth without pain.
Her lips formed an oval ribbon around the thrusting pole, as more and more of it slowly sank between her munching lips. He continued slowly sinking his pylon into the sucking morass of her oral sump until the head pressed against her throat. She could feel her palate and tongue compressing the rigid wand. Her bloated cheeks seemed to expand all the more to contain the cock's breadth, and one hand formed a tight ring around the base of his throbbing prick, preventing it from sinking in any deeper, while the other hand palmed his weighty testicles, caressing and fingering them automatically, as she'd done for twenty years.
"Ohhhhhhh ... Christ ... Junie ... you'll never know ... oh Christ!" he gasped, his own hands now gently caressing her white, freckled cheeks, cradling her face, his fingers lost in the long hair draped over the sides of her face. The sight of his lovely wife, still subservient and humble, her tear-stained face crammed with his stolid cylinder of phallic muscle, sent ribald and rapaciously thrilling sensations blasting through his groin, as electricity seemed to shoot through him from throat to navel. This was the goddamn way to behave with her. To hell with her prissiness and her refusals. If she was going to give him a hard time, he would give her a harder time.
Her hands continued caressing his wrinkled balls, her nails lightly skittering across the delicate flesh, making him shiver and shudder. That erotic feeling inside her was growing, and little by little it was beginning to replace the horror and disgust she had been feeling. This was the way it was, time and time again, ever since that night she'd first felt his throbbing cock forced into her mouth. She was being overcome by an inner sensation of pulsing delight; a sensation for which she had no name.
Her body felt the rousing, stimulating sensations shooting through her as her fingers caressed the base of his pulsing peter and cradled his wrinkled testicles. Her mouth tightened their sucking hold on his heavy thickness, and though she didn't consciously want to become a part of this, she found herself unable to control her emotions. She could already taste the seeping oil as it dribbled down her throat.
Slowly, very slowly, she began sliding her mouth off the burgeoning cock, pulling it back to where only the glans lay locked behind her front teeth, feeling the constant titillation of her moving tongue. She saw the shaft, soaking wet with her saliva, and the sight of it made her suddenly hungry. She wanted the cock back in her mouth. She wanted it in her throat, and, if possible, she wanted to feel the length of it reach all the way down into her belly. Her head plunged forward, and she sucked the thickness of it back into her hotly enveloping mouth, making Martin groan and shudder.
Martin slid his knees off his wife's forearms, still unable to believe what he was seeing and feeling. She was always good, but tonight she was better, much better. He thought it might be because of his own inner horniness, but as he felt her mouth suck and her tongue lick, he knew it had nothing to do with his own feelings. She, who had the best mouth he'd ever known, was surpassing herself. Oh God! He was glad he'd fucked his secretary earlier in the day. Had she not taken some slight edge off his feelings, he'd be blasting his wad down his wife's throat here and now. "Sweet June," he crooned. "Wonderful woman, fabulous female. Keep sucking like that. Ohhh Goddd! Don't stop!"
June, suddenly caught up in the rapture of sucking the thick chunk of solid meat, forgot all the hate she had inside her. As always, all she could think about was gobbling more and more of this delicious meat. So when he began begging her to continue sucking, she simply nodded her head and continued, sliding the flesh pipe all the way through her sucking mouth, from tip to where her fist grasped the root, and back again. Oh Yes! The son of a bitch had her hooked on his cock again. She sucked the tasty flesh as if it were an eternal piece of cane sugar, never diminishing, never running out of natural sweetness.
Why she always reacted this way was a mystery to June. She had no idea why she felt the desire to suck, but she always did. And on those five days of the month when her husband couldn't touch her pussy, if he didn't force her mouth onto his cock, she felt incomplete and unsatisfied. As she sucked now, for the first time she realized she needed this as much as he. Yes, she still wanted him to be gentle. But she also knew if he were to deny her this wonderful cock, she would eventually seek other penises.
Other penises? For the first time, as her mouth continued moving up and down on the thick piece of solid masculine pipe, she realized there were other penises in the world. And she was certain they weren't all as large or as thick as her husband's. Much as she enjoyed Martin's thick prick pressing against her throat, she realized she had a yen for smaller, thinner pieces of meat ... like the cocks of young boys. Yes, yes, that was it. She wanted the slender, shorter cocks of young boys.
Even as she thought, she continued sucking the pulsating length in and out of her mouth, feeling him hump his groin up and down in time to the way her head was rising and falling. The back of her head kept hitting the mattress beneath her, and each time her head thunked against the foam rubber, she felt rumbles in her own vagina. Little by little her tender body was once again awakening to its own physical needs. Once again her mouth warmed to its task, as once again she realized what she'd thought would be unpleasant was, in reality, the most wonderful oral sensation she had ever known. By disassociating the cock from Martin, she was able to enjoy it all the more.
Her lips began squeezing, sucking, applying more pressure, and the more pressure she applied, the more her husband loved it. He moaned and sighed, thankful she had adapted to cocksucking so readily. More than one of his friends had confided to him that said friend's wife was a lousy oral lover, and the friend had to get his head elsewhere.
His hands pressed all the more solidly against her cheeks as he humped his ass up and down, feeling the spikes of her nipples dig into his rectal cheeks. His throbbing cock moved in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed as he pumped his loins back and forth in a continuing, maddening rhythm.
Anxious to obey, June increased the pressure of her lips around the enormous, pulsating penis, feeling it move through her mouth even more deeply. Her hand gripping the base slowly slid off to cup his asscheeks, to help him keep his balance, and his throbbing dork began to push its way deeper into her mouth, widening the opening to her gullet, slowly pushing into it until the entire head was pushing into her esophagus, touching hidden nerve-endings she had locked in there. Her head bobbed up and down all the more rapidly, laboring under the mighty staff of flesh moving in and out of her mouth. Her lips clamped all the more tightly on it as she sucked with all her strength, hoping to pull out the sperm as one sucks soda through a straw.
A licentious heat was burning through her body as her naked limbs thrashed up and down on the bed behind him. Knowing this was a lewd, depraved thing made it that much more wonderful to June. Each time her heels dug into the bed, raising the upper half of her body, it moved Martin's ass forward, sinking his tower of flesh all the deeper into her anxious throat.
Her lapping tongue whirled around the huge, bloated point feeling the onion-shaped head swell even more, pressing against the sensitive nerves in her throat, making her shudder. The sensations ran all the way down into her cunt, and the hand she'd been using to hold his ass in place slid between her own thighs, and she began rubbing her own clitoris violently as she continued sucking the phallic point again and again, feeling it wildly throb.
"Jeeeeeeeesusssssss!" he gasped, humping his body harder and harder, driving his cock ever deeper into her crushing gullet.
Her mouth opened all the wider, and as he drove his flesh lance into her throat, he could feel the tip of her tongue licking his hairy, wrinkled scrotum. He trembled, realizing his cock had never gone this deep into his wife's throat, before. Now he was afraid he really might be choking her, and he wanted to withdraw, to allow her to breathe. But the hand she'd used to caress his balls now clutched them, keeping him from backing away. And her lower lip reached out and took the place of her hand, sucking him deeper and deeper, coating his balls with her viscous saliva, making them tingle with readiness.
June didn't even try to understand her total wantonness. She had been lusting before, even though he'd hurt her, but now, for some reason, she discovered she was insatiable, as she realized she was trying to fit his balls into her mouth along with his throbbing cock. Soon she would have it all stuffed into her hot, molten crevasse.
The boys! she thought. The mere idea of thinking about the boys. That was it. Thinking about them had gotten her aroused all the more. That was why there was a wild, thrilling sensation building in her throat. It reached all the way down into her cunt. It was as if she had an orgasmic thrill about to blossom from her throat. God! God!
Martin's hips continued thrusting forward, jamming his genitals deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth and throat. Shit! He couldn't hold out much longer. Christ! He'd wanted to pull his cock from her mouth and shove it into her cunt, making her come, but she was adamant in her refusal to release his throbbing prong. Oh Christ! He was going to come down her throat, and there wouldn't be a thing he could do to help her come. Then she never would forgive him. Aaaaah shit! He'd wanted to fuck her in her pussy after letting her mouth get his cock all lubricated It was her own fault if she wouldn't let him use her twat.
Wowwww! She was using her mouth like a powerful vacuum cleaner, really sucking hard, compressing her lips all the more tightly around both, cock and balls. Wild, constricting jolts blasted through Martin's body.
June felt her own body responding more and more wildly. Each time she felt him slam his thrusting meat a little deeper, she gagged a little more, but gloried in it, feeling tingling, uncontrollable feelings building in her body. She didn't know why, how, or when, but she did know she was going to reach some kind of an orgasm. Her pulsing erotic juices flooded from her blistering cunt, and as she sucked, feeling the thick phallus swell in her throat all the more, the surging orgasm took hold of her. She humped her torso up and down violently as she gasped a gurgled, GGGGAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHUUUUGGHH!
"Almost there," Martin screamed, still humping his cock down her throat as her lips closed around his balls. He was raving, ready to tear out his hair as she sucked harder, in the wild throes of her orgasm. She was determined to have his white sauce spill down her gullet. Her face, all twisted and distorted as she sucked, looked like some kind of Halloween mask.
Martin suddenly lurched forward and convulsing, screamed, "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" and blasted away, firing shot after shot of blazing hot fluid down her throat.
She drank his flooding come-juices with all the fervor of Dr. Jekyll drinking the potion that would turn him into Mr. Hyde. She drank thirstily, nursing on the cock as strongly as a calf would suck at a cow's teat. Her throat felt the raw-egg-burning-goo slide into her belly, creating a pool of burning heat within her, and still she continued slurping, drinking the spurtings of his slowly shrinking cock.
Her lips pulled hard, urging more semen to come oozing out, and finally all she could do was suck drops out. More and more drops continued dripping from the point of his prick like water from a leaky faucet, but soon this dried up. Eventually all she was doing was sucking on a shrunken piece of tiny flesh. And so she let that fall from her mouth, finally allowing him to climb off her.
"You're a great cocksucker," he gasped, standing up, unaware he had made her come, too. "If you hadn't been so anxious for it all in your mouth, I could have brought you on, too."
June merely lay there, feeling sated. She didn't want to reply and encourage him to continue. Now that he was off her, her dislike for him was fast returning.
"I have good news for you," he told her, starting to dress. "I'm going out of town, on and off, for the next few weeks. I'll be away from home more than I'll be home, so you'll be relieved of my presence. But when I come back, I expect you to start acting a bit more receptive. I'm tired of this cold-shoulder shit."
He was leaving ... for a little while. She would be alone. Alone. Wouldn't that be wonderful.
CHAPTER TWO
The following day, Tuesday, he was gone, taking a suitcase she had packed for him. He wouldn't be back for three weeks, and when he did come back it would only be for a few days. He worked for a law firm doing all kinds of groundwork in corporation law. Sometimes that meant his being away from her more than he was with her. It was his being away that made her marriage to him bearable. For the middle eighteen years her time had been occupied with her two sons, both of whom compensated for the existence she led with their father. But now they were away at college and would stay away for another month, at least. Once again she was alone, with nothing to do and nowhere to go.
She slept late that day, as she always did when he was gone. When she did get up and shower it was past noon, and by the time she was dressed and eating brunch, it was almost two o'clock. Her mind lingered on what had happened the previous evening; the way he had forced her to eat his cock until her mouth refused to release it. She remembered how avidly he ate her cunt. Once he got started, nothing would stop him. He would lick, lap, and scoop out her vaginal drippings again and again, making her come a half dozen times before he was finally tired out.
It seemed to make sense that all people would enjoy going down on members of the opposite sex. And though she'd had a totally fulfilling oral orgasm the previous night, she was still in the mood for the good old vaginal kind, or at least a clitorally stimulated kind. And she would love to feel a slender, slim, short penis inside her, not forcing her tissues to stretch until they were ready to tear and bleed.
But where would she find a boy discreet enough to give her what she wanted while keeping his mouth shut about it?
Dressed in a pair of pink slacks and a matching halter, she left the house. Her husband had taken the only car they had, so she began walking. She walked for nearly a half mile until she came to a large open area called Grover Avenue. The Grover Avenue School had been built there, with a large fence around it. But behind the school was the baseball diamond. It was a regulation baseball diamond, with a distance of ninety feet between bases, and sixty feet six inches from the pitcher's mound to home plate.
In her youth, June had loved baseball. She had even joined a girl's softball team, playing shortstop, and teaching almost all the other girls how to play their positions better. She had been the star of the team, hitting better than the other girls, fielding better, and running better. On Sundays she even played baseball with a boy's team, and she had outplayed almost all the boys. And she knew the rule book inside out.
God! It had been more than twenty-five years since she'd last played baseball. It had been just as long since she'd played softball, and she wondered if she was still able.
She sat on the metal stand put there for the spectators and looked out at the empty field. She began daydreaming, wishing she were young again so she could play again. Time hurried by as she sat there, daydreaming, and when she came to herself she suddenly realized she was no longer alone. There were at least eight boys throwing a ball around, and more were coming. Soon there were fourteen boys and a man showed up carrying a bag filled with bats, catching equipment, baseballs, and bases.
As she watched, June realized this was a team of little league ballplayers. They were practicing. Little league? That had been after her time. As she watched the kids practicing, she realized they were between thirteen and fifteen years of age, which was why they were playing on the larger diamond. The man was their manager. And he was screaming his lungs out at the kids, most of whom were doing nothing right.
"You could use a coach," June said to him, approaching him.
He looked up and nodded, smiling because she was smiling and because she had such a pretty face.
"Yeah," he said aloud, his handsome face covered with a film of sweat. "I sure as hell could use a coach. They're shorthanded here in the league, this year. So I'm doing it all by myself."
"Maybe I could help," she suggested.
Sure, he thought. You could help a raging hard-on in a bed, but what the hell does a gorgeous dame like you know about baseball?
Aloud, he said, "I doubt it."
June looked at him. He was six feet tall, and probably a few years younger than she, but he was good-looking, all right. He had straight, short black hair, brown eyes, a straight nose, and a firm chin. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't fat, either. All in all, he looked ... nice.
"Well, look," she told him. "If you'll allow, maybe I can show some of these fellas just what it is they're not doing right."
"Be my guest, Miss ... "
"Mrs.," she corrected. "Mrs. Cullen. Call me June."
"June? I'm Eric. Eric Drake."
"Well, Eric, to begin with, the first baseman is playing out of position."
In the next three hours, June proceeded to show each boy how his positions should be played, and how he should work in concert with the other boys. True, they still dropped the ball when trying to make double plays, and they were far from perfect, but she had them working together. And she was getting the biggest kick in the world out of it.
Drake stood off on the sidelines, watching. He especially watched when she bent over to field infield ground balls, seeing the way her rounded asscheeks pushed against the tight fabric of her slacks. He stared at the crease between her cheeks, and he felt a hunger start to rise in him. God! She was a gorgeous female with a gorgeous ass.
Drake was an ass freak. All his life he had fucked women in all three holes, but got the biggest kick from fucking an ass. He was married, and his wife had been assfucked regularly at least twice a week, in addition to being fucked every other way.
Outwardly, his face remained smiling and pleasant, refusing to betray the licentious thoughts running rampant in his mind. He was a firm believer in not allowing marriage to interfere with external fucking, and still humped an extra-marital ass or two each month. But around the boys he had to maintain a stolid and quiet appearance. After all, as a manager, he would be setting an example for the other boys to follow.
It was nearly six o'clock when June walked over to him and said, "Well, your team is in better shape, now. If I could work with them for awhile, I could really make a good team out of them."
"Something might be arranged," Drake told her. "But we practice every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We start playing in a couple of weeks."
"I can be here every day," she assured him.
"Terrific," he nodded. "I'll call up the board and get approval for you."
"Say, today is Tuesday. How come you're here today?"
"It rained Sunday, and the field was too wet to be used, yesterday."
"Okay, I'll be here tomorrow."
"I have my car," he told her, pointing to an old Chevrolet. "I can drive you home."
"Thanks." June nodded. "I appreciate that."
She got in on the passenger's side, thinking what a pleasant disposition Eric had. More, she thought about helping the kids learn how to play baseball. And there were one or two boys on the team she wanted to play with, but not baseball. She was so engrossed in her thought she didn't notice the way Eric Drake was staring at her. Her closeness, and the smell of her perfume inside his car was really making his hot cock throb in his pants. Oh man! Before the season was over, he had to get into her ass. He just had to.
CHAPTER THREE
On Wednesday, June was at the ball field, helping the boys with their practice, improving them, making them play together instead of as individuals. For the first time since it had been put together, the team looked as if it might shape up.
While she showed the boys what to do and how to do it, June kept her eyes on them, and decided there were more than a few likely candidates she would have loved to have fuck her. But with the realization came the fact that she didn't have the nerve to actually approach them.
Circumstances sometimes have a way of working out without one doing anything to provoke them. And that was what happened with June.
The boy who most intrigued her was a small, blond-haired thirteen-year-old by the name of Tommy Keith. Tommy was active without being rugged. He knew how to play without being a showoff. He was the team shortstop, with a ruddy, apple-cheeked face constantly smiling. He seemed too young to be thinking of sex, and yet that was precisely what June wanted. She wanted to corrupt an innocent boy, and bring him around to her way of thinking.
Thursday, the day when there was no practice, June felt morose and alone, as if accomplishing nothing. She lounged around the house all the morning, then watched TV in the early afternoon, still in her shorty pajamas. And it was while she was watching TV, in the little TV room with the window wide open, that she glanced across the street and realized Tommy Keith was the paper boy on her block. And Thursday was his day for making collections.
It was a warm day, and the young boy was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, with sandals on his feet. His shorts looked to be too small on his body, clinging tightly to him, and June felt a strange heat building up inside her. It was a heat she had never felt before, and she realized she was lusting after the youth, burning internally with the need to feel him in her. His tee shirt clung to him and she could see the ripple of his youthful muscles still developing. Watching him, she felt quivers of anxious delight course through her. Heatedly she watched the boy, aware the firm, round flesh of her solid breasts and asscheeks was trembling from the coagulating passions thickening inside her. She moaned with heated, panting breath, and for the first time she felt twinges in her vaginal tract.
June groaned, gasping as she kept her eye on the boy, watching him go from house to house across the street. The mere sight of him by himself was driving her into a wild, tornado-like passion.
At one point, while pocketing some of the money, the boy turned and seemed to be staring directly at her through her window. June should have backed away and not let him catch more than a quick glimpse of her. But she stood there, still in her shorty pajamas, leaning on the TV set as she stared at him, and she smiled. He smiled back, though the crease in his mouth seemed to hesitate before appearing. Then he turned away and continued making his collections. He would go all the way down to the end of the block, then come around on her side of the street. God! She couldn't let him see her up close dressed this way. Much as she wanted him, she couldn't afford to let any possible onlookers see her greet him at the door in bedroom attire.
Going to the front door, she opened it and looked out for a moment. There were a lot of neighbors sitting on lawn chairs in front of their homes. It was a warm day.
Leaving the front door open because she had a screen door, as well, she decided she should go take a quick shower and dress in something decent. The smart thing would have been to go upstairs and use the master bathroom, but she wouldn't be down in time to catch Tommy Keith making his collections. So she used the downstairs lavatory with the stall shower. It had a window looking out at her front door, and she should be able to see Tommy when he arrived. There was no fear of her being seen by anyone else, since it was a small window and was on the side, facing toward the front door. Only someone standing on her doorstep would actually be able to see into the bathroom, and then only if he bent down and peered through the small slit between the bottom of the window and the sill. She wasn't going to leave it wide open.
It had to be a fast shower, so she quickly shed her pajamas in the bathroom, then reached in and twiddled the shower handles until the water temperature was correct. She felt the hot needles of water caress her body as she stepped in, shutting the shower door. It was a half door, covering her from her breasts to her knees. The glass was translucent, which allowed a vague view of the rest of her.
The water washed over her breasts and soaked her curling pussy hair. She washed her back quickly, then soaped her neck and arms. The burning spray was almost painful as it washed the soap away, the water needles continually stabbing her firm, rounded breasts like thousands of tiny knives. The jabbing was not really bad enough to hurt her, but enough to send her small flat nipples the message of erotic arousal. Little by little they began enlarging as they grew away from her body, rising into taut erectness. She lathered a small washcloth and began soaping her fevered belly, but this only aroused her all the more. God! She was getting hotter by the moment.
Trembling and writhing with inner heat, sighing as the featherlike touch of her own fingers through the washcloth built her to new heights, she began soaping her buttocks, and found her lower half rhythmically undulating to the way her hands were washing her. Blistering tendrils of inner fire began sensuously lapping into her wantonly throbbing cunt. She slid both hands between her thighs, pressing her fingers into her hotly throbbing vaginal center, pressing softly into them with the soapy washcloth until its slippery wetness seemed to be moving back and forth, from the growing pink bubble of her clitoris to the hairless aperture of her tiny rectum.
"Uuhhhnnnggghhh!" she gasped, feeling an intense grip of orgasmic excitement shudder through her responding body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed again, feeling her inner self aroused to a fevered pitch she'd never achieved with her husband.
Lord, she was happy no one could see how weak she was, responding to her own fingers. But just the thought of the young boy, his naked, virile little body next to hers, had her gasping.
"Ummmmmmmm," she mumbled loudly, her mind drifting as she imagined what the boy's little cock would look like, dangling nakedly between his thighs. The images in her mind only fueled her already overheated body, and now she could imagine herself nakedly rolling all over the baseball diamond with the boy, making love at each base, feeling what she imagined to be his own lust-hardened little prick thrusting violently into her. She could see herself doing all the things with him her husband had forced her to learn to love, accepting his small hardness between her lips or in her tight cunt.
Reaching between her thighs, she dropped the washcloth on the side and used her fingers to part the water-drenched curls between her loins. Spasms of static shot through her body, almost making her bend over as she stood there in the shower. Her fingers teased their way between the pouting pinkness of her vaginal lips, brushing lightly against her growing clitoris, sending it jerking into a totally stiffened, erectile state. She swayed uncontrollably in the shower, building toward a throbbing orgasm as she imagined Tommy's boyish young cock moving wonderfully in and out of her delicate, tender, hair-lined vaginal ingress, slowly, carefully, softly filling the throbbing hole between her thighs, knowing her interior would close tightly around it.
"Tommy," she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhh ... Tommy ... do it ... do it ... come ... in ... "
She was so totally lost in the lewdness of what she was doing, she didn't see the shadow of the youth against the window as he approached her door. But he heard her calling out to come in, and thought she was calling out for him to enter the house. So he opened the screen door, walked into the house, and followed the sound of her voice to the open bathroom. At first he was hesitant about walking in. But when he heard her gasp, "Come ... Tommy ... come...." he shrugged and carefully walked up to the door. And his eyes widened in disbelief as he felt his strong, youthful cock suddenly harden. Having an older brother, and having spied on his older brother, Tommy Keith seemed to know all about sex. And watching the beautiful lady fingering herself in the shower, he was awed and fascinated. His little league coach's erotically twisted facial features seemed to be what he, himself was thinking of as he looked at her as sexual pyres blistered their way through him. He had masturbated for some time now, having seen his older brother doing it quite a few years earlier. And the sight of June Cullen fingering herself made him want to whip out his cock and start frigging it then and there.
Holy Cow! She was bare-assed naked and ramming her finger up her honey hole as if she were trying to find the source of the leaking syrup dripping from her.
He'd had no idea women could do things to themselves just like boys. God! What a fantastic sight. He knew he shouldn't be watching, that he should back up and walk out of the house, and come by a little later. But he couldn't tear himself away. Jesus! She had a better body than any of the pieces his older brother would bring to his room. God! Even through the frosted glass he could see those fabulous tits, and the sight of them jiggling up and down made him hotter than ever. Oh God! She was really something to watch.
The boy remained rooted to the spot in hypnotic fascination of what he was seeing. His slim, solid penis was jerking around uncontrollably in his pants. Jesus! It was harder than a piece of lead piping, and it felt longer than ever before. His hand squeezed and crushed the throbbing length of blood-filled flesh inside his pants as his eyes widely gaped at the orgiastic sight unfolding before him. He was just able to stop himself from sighing and gasping as, through the frosted glass, he watched her hands continue spreading the fluffy, wet, dark curls of her venereal mount to either side of her rich, fleshy vaginal labia. Jesus! Even though the glass hid the exact lines of her cunt he could see how rich and throbbingly pink it appeared in contrast to the dark, surrounding hair. He thought he was even able to see the dark spot of her asshole, her thighs were so widespread and one of her legs seemed so high against the shower wall. And she was rubbing herself faster and faster in an insane sexual frenzy.
Tommy thought his cock would explode. He wanted to drop his pants then and there and beat off as she continued fingering herself. And he would dream of fucking this wonderful woman all the time. Hell! Maybe he'd better hurry home and do it.
June was totally unaware of Tommy's presence as she strove for her fingering orgasm. Strong, gasping animal sighs came roaring up from inside her, making her breasts bounce all the more wildly. She forced her trembling thighs even more widely apart in a maddening attempt to bury three of her fingers as far into her burning depths as she could thrust them. Her toes curled as she strove to keep her slippery balance on the wet shower floor. She could feel her body building higher and higher toward the explosive climax she knew she had to have, and she threw her shoulders back against the tiled wall, letting her head hit with a thump. She rolled her head from side to side as her mind sensuously pictured young Tommy Keith's slender cock blasting its youthful semen all the way up into her womb.
Abruptly, from the corner of her eye, she saw him. She saw his face more clearly than she had in her mind. At first she didn't believe it and continued fingering herself, and then she let her hand fall from her heated cunt as if it were weighted lead as she looked directly at the boy and thought, Oh my God! It really is him. He's seen me.
"Tommy!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with terror. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, wow!" was all the boy could reply. He stared at her, standing immobile, unable to move, totally helpless at the sight of her. He wanted to run as fast and as far as possible, but his feet refused to move. "Oh God! Mrs. Cullen, I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean to...."
The frightened woman hunched over, using her arms to cover her breasts and her hands to cover her groin, her fingers still feeling the crimsonly aroused softness of her aching cuntlips. Her face reddened, as did the rest of her body as she realized she had been caught by the one boy about whom she had been dreaming. He had seen her masturbating. Now here he was in reality instead of a figment in her mind. The steam from the bathroom had made his shirt even more moist, causing it to cling to his body all the more tightly.
June's wide-open eyes glanced down at the crotch in the boy's shorts. The sight of the tented cloth caused the heated passions running through her body to build to new heights. Yes, the long, hard roundness was clearly evident as it pressed out against the shorts, The boy had a solid hard-on from watching her.
Turning her back to him, letting him see her naked buttocks through the frosted glass, she turned off the shower. After, she had to clasp her hands in front of her to keep herself from jumping out of the shower and tearing off the boy's clothing.
Lord! The pulsating ache in her was becoming too overpowering to withstand. She hoped the still-staring boy would not be able to understand the torments now working their way through her.
"Tommy, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I ... uhhh ... came to collect for the newspaper," he told her. "I ... uhhh ... was at the front door, about to knock, when I thought I heard you call out to me to come in. I mean you called me by name."
"Ohhhhh God!" she sobbed. She had cried out his name in her passionate daydream, begging him to come into her. And he, hearing it, had mistaken it for her telling him to come into the house.
"Look, Mrs. Cullen," he said, his quavering voice betraying him to be even more frightened and ashamed than she. "I didn't mean to come in here. I mean, I didn't know what ... well ... when you kept calling me to come ... I just walked in, and once I saw you, I couldn't stop looking. God! You're so beautiful."
He was terrified she would tell his parents and the baseball manager. Worst of all, she wouldn't come down and help him continue to better himself at the short stop position. She had told him she had been a shortstop, herself, and she had shown him all the things to do. Golly! She had really been terrific. He knew she wasn't a young lady anymore, but even close up, he could see her skin was firm, and she had virtually no wrinkles around her eyes or neck. She was one helluva lot better looking than most of the teenage quim his brother kept bringing into the basement to fuck. Jesus! He had watched his brother with at least six different girls, and there wasn't one who could compare-to Mrs. Cullen.
June could feel strong tremors coursing through her thighs. She knew it was wrong to obey her impulses, yet she had been dreaming about this too long to allow this opportunity to pass. The lascivious feeling in her body was much too strong to control. She had to try and seduce this boy, and hope he wasn't the type to go running out, screaming. Hell! She knew it was a perverted thing to do, but she didn't give a damn at this point. She was still shuddering, having come so close to satisfaction without achieving it. She had this tremendous urge to simply reach out and touch this slender boy with the apple cheeks.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up straight, letting her full, round breasts jut out, their nipples long and thick, pointing directly at the boy. She could see his eyes widen even more as his body began wildly trembling.
"Y-y-y-you know," he stuttered. "Y-you're the most bb-beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She smiled at him and her smile was one of a cobra about to engulf a helpless bird. The licentiously increasing outpouring of her anxious need totally overcame her, and she opened the shower door, stepping out, letting him see the rest of her wet body. She was hungry for him, and saw by the look in his eyes he was no less hungry for her. She studied his smooth, beard less, youthful features, pleased at how firm and compact he was for his age. He was a little shorter than most boys his age, but it didn't make him feel inferior. June knew the boy to be the most self-confident youngster she had ever met, which was one of the things that had attracted her to him. He was confident of himself without being overbearing. He didn't try to strut and make himself important, but played the game as if it were the most important thing. He knew he was good, but he also knew he was young and had a lot to learn. And when June showed him how to stay on the balls of his feet and move more quickly to the left or the right, he was grateful.
June, able to appreciate his self-assurance, felt burning flame ignite even more hotly in the center of her storming cunt. She felt wickedly wonderful knowing she had him here, with her now, and that he wasn't afraid of her, even if he was frightened of what she might say or do. Most boys would simply be afraid of her as a person, and might even turn and run away. At the age of thirteen, young Tom Keith was more of a man than her own husband.
A warning voice in the back of her mind said, "Don't, June. Start now, and you'll become part of something too big for you to handle. Let the boy go. Be smart. Do yourself a favor."
But June had no intention of heeding any conscience warnings. Her mind could no longer coherently function as her lithe body basked under the roving eyes of the anxious youth. She could feel his orbs reach out and caress her buttocks and breasts.
"I appreciate the way you feel," she told him, aloud.
"It's true," Tommy hastened to assure her. "You're a helluva lot better looking than the scrawny chicks my brother brings into our basement bedroom."
June hummed softly, using a towel to dry her body off, lightly patting herself here and there, at no time hiding any part of her body from the eyes of the anxious boy. When she put one foot on the toilet seat, revealing her wet, pink vaginal division, she saw the way his eyes wandered to it, and inside, she felt her body pulsate as she lightly dried the soft, silky curls of pubic hair. She could feel a tingling in the extended nipples of her breasts as she put her foot down, hung up the towel, and turned to face the youth, saying, "Do you have any girls of your own, Tommy?"
"No," he admitted, red-faced and embarrassed to let her find out he had no female whom he could love. "Not yet. In awhile ... "
He struggled hard to tear his eyes from her mons and her breasts, doing his best to concentrate on her face. But when he did look at her beautiful face, he saw it as part of all of her, and his hard cock throbbed all the more eagerly in his shorts. Christ! The damn thing was so hard it was killing him. If only it would shrink. Hell! If she got any closer and was able to see how erect his cock was, what would she think of him? Jesus! Why the hell hadn't he walked out the moment he'd seen her naked in the shower?
"Would you like a girlfriend of your own?" June asked, her voice heavy with suggestion. "Would you like a female of your own, to hold you, to kiss you, to caress you, and to give you a body to fondle?"
Shee-itt!!! He sure as hell did. And he would have told her as much if he could have loosened up his vocal chords enough to admit it. But the interior of his throat felt like sandpaper. All the boy could do was stand there and shiver with wild, tumultuous sensations shooting through him. Christ! He had never felt this way before in his life. What the hell was she trying to do, teasing him like this? In another minute she'd have him down on his knees, begging her to let him just touch her skin for a moment. She was so goddamned close, and he could smell her warm breath and fresh cleanliness. Shee-ittt!!! She was reaching a hand out to him now. Hell! If she touched him he'd burn a hole in his pants and his cock would come spearing right out.
"Say ... uhhhhh ... look, Mrs. Cullen. Maybe I should come back another time, huh? I mean, I can always collect for the paper tomorrow, after practice."
June knew the wisest course would be to tell him to leave. But she was weakening inside, and her burning, starving pussy was overwhelmed with an uncontrollable desire for the boy. Her proudly exposed tits bounced only inches from his face as the boy saw her sigh. Her voice suddenly became low and sultry, as her yielding body no longer even pretended it wanted to resist her inner feelings. Wildly enhanced desires had total control of her at that moment.
"No," she whispered, huskily. "No, Tommy. Don't go. Don't leave. I want you to stay here. I want you to take me for your new...." she took a deep breath, then said, "I was going to say girlfriend. But we're adults, Tommy. I want to be more than a girlfriend. I want to be a lover. And I want you to be my lover. Do you want that, too?"
She stood there and slowly opened her arms, making her firm breasts bounce more. She walked up to him and slowly embraced him, wrapping both soft arms around him, leaning down and kissing his youthful mouth. She yanked the heated, unresisting boy close against the cushiony softness of her naked breasts, crushing him anxiously against her. She no longer cared that what she was doing was wrong. Her aroused desires were too heated with wanton lust. She could feel his hard young phallus as it pressed against her body, and each time it pulsated she felt a roaring tingle blister its way up and down her entire inner self. Every tingling nerve in her lasciviously aroused self was reacting with strongly throbbing sensations. She was pressing her body more and more strongly to his, undululating her full, trembling hips, writhing against his abdomen while her mouth was all over his youthful face, planting heated, burning kisses on his cheeks and lips.
"My lover," she whispered, her voice burning with unslakable passion. "You dear, lovely sweet, youthful lover. Kiss me. Kiss me, hard. Kiss me over and over...." and she brushed her quivering, solid nipples across his lips, feeling him tremble.
Tommy trembled with wild, ungovernable emotion. Thrilling, wonderful sensations raced through his body as his lips tasted the pebble hardness of her solid nipples. His lips parts, and as her brushing breasts moved against his face again, her left nipple seemed to slide between his lips. He began sucking avidly, hungering for more of her, wanting to press more of her meaty tit into his starved mouth.
June shuddered, pressing the boy's anxious lips even harder into her breast, feeling him suck even more eagerly, moving his tongue across the little bud, tantalizing the point until she felt she would explode from the sheer pleasure of it.
"Yes," she whispered, her arms around his head. "Oh yes, yes, suck my breast. Suck it."
"Ummmmm...." was the only sound the boy could make as his mouth continued vibrantly working on her nipple.
June cupped one of her hands behind his blond head, saying, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Keep kissing my breasts. I love you kissing me there. Ohhhhhhh ... that's right. You're a perfect lover."
Tommy Keith couldn't stop the wild spinning going on in his brain. Wow! He was actually sucking Mrs. Cullen's tit. Gee! If any of the fellas saw him now, he knew they'd be envious forever. After every practice, as he walked home with some of the other guys on the team, they talked about June Cullen and what a nice body she had. None of them had ever expected to touch her, but they talked about wanting to fuck her, kidding around how her husband must be really having a ball.
And now here he was, doing something no one would believe. He was sucking Mrs. Cullen's tit. The taste of her nipple against his tongue was the wildest thing he'd ever savored. Gee! This was better than it looked when he watched his brother. And she smelled so nice and clean. That was the best part of it.
June's wild, uncontrolled passions had attained the sensation filled height where nothing in the world would keep her from continuing her ravenous seduction of this thirteen year old boy. She gently ran her light fingers down over his tense back, feeling all his warm, naked flesh with slow, circling movements. Oh Lord! His youthful, masculine flesh felt so soft and virginal. It was so-o-o-o-o-o good to her fingertips. Her other hand reached down in front of him, touching the front of his pants. Slowly, softly, lightly, she caressed the throbbing outline of his pulsating, youthful phallus. Yes, yes, it was thinner than her husband's, and it was a little shorter, too. It was just what she wanted.
As her fingers continued caressing the outline of his youthful cock, she could feel him tremble and shiver as his mouth began sucking all the harder at her hotly palpitating breast. A searing flame of licentious thrills blasted through her belly while she teasingly used her fingertips to continue tracing the outline of his throbbing cock, lightly pressing it between her thumb and fingers.
Tommy took a deep breath when he felt her fingers slowly ease his zipper open as her hand slipped lovingly into his open fly. He could feel her fingers searching for the opening in his undershorts, moving around and around until it finally caught in the sought-for orifice. Then he gasped and trembled all over with wanton thrills as her soft hand began lovingly stroking the tender, sensitive flesh of his marble-solid cock. Oh Hell! He couldn't have stopped her if an army of onlookers had paraded into the bathroom at that moment. Rising shivers of sexual arousal twisted through his youthful body, making his young loins shake with wildness, swirling maddeningly through his bare belly. She had his madly pulsing prick tightly gripped in her hand and she was avidly tugging on it. Ohhhhh Great God! She was caressing his balls, as well. And throughout the entire time he continued sucking on her tits.
"Ummmmmmmm," he grunted as he continued sucking on her soft, delicious tit, feeling the nipple continually throb between his sucking lips. He mumbled a series of moans and sighs, refusing to let his lips leave her tasty breastbud. He writhed as her hand continued caressing his cock and balls, tensing as her other hand began undoing and pulling down his pants and underwear.
"Easy," she whispered. "Don't be afraid. If we're going to be lovers, you have to be as naked as I."
Gently pulling her nipple from the tugging pressure of his sucking lips, she sank to her knees on the cold tiled floor. Her long brown hair trailed on his gasping chest, she removed his shirt and she kissed his tiny nipples until he gasped and sighed, his head just above hers. Then she played her wetly sliding tongue lower, to lap into his youthful navel, while her gently curling fingers slowly tugged everything below his knees, finally pulling the pants off. Carefully, she raised each of his legs, making him step out of his shorts and sandals. Her open eyes seemed to home in on his rigidly jutting cock as it pulsed between his youthful thighs. The whirling sensations of lascivious thrills trampled through her own loins.
"You're such a beautiful boy," she whispered, her body salaciously tingling with a maddeningly increasing excitement. Her mind was ablaze with an obscene lust as she once again curled her slender fingers around his throbbing cock. Oh yes, yes, it was just the right size. It was precisely what she wanted to fit inside her. It was longer than she had originally imagined and it was even a little thicker, but it was still perfect for her own innards. Its swollen bulb of glans was a perfect purple, glistening with drops of thin moisture seeping from the tiny slit cut into it. And those lovely, hairless testicles, so round, to tight, so snugly fitting into his crotch beneath his jutting little masterpiece. And the white, almost hairless mons above his cock was really something to see. There were a few light hairs starting to grow. The strands were thinner than those in the web of a spider.
Tommy stared down at the top of her head, still unable to believe all this was happening to him. It was all so unbelievable. He stared, hypnotized, as she teased his solidly rigid prick with her tantalizing fingers, tugging down hard on it so the minaret head seemed to stand out like a lavendar beacon. Her moistly shining lips were less than an inch from the tiny tip.
"UUuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" he gasped, and nakedly writhed over her. "Wowwwww!" he muttered, still not daring to believe all this was happening to him.
"Sweet, wonderful Tommy," she whispered, letting her hot breath sear his cock. "The bedroom is just the right place for us to finish, where we'll definitely be undisturbed."
Far be it from me to say no, Tommy thought as she rose to her feet She was such a beautiful woman, and her nipple had been the sweetest, tastiest thing he'd ever held in his mouth. And the way she'd caressed his throbbing prick had really been something. If he hadn't whacked off before going out to pick up the newspaper money, he would never have been able to contain himself.
With her hand still tightly gripping his hard little cock, she led the way out of the bathroom, through the living room, up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Get on the bed," she told him, and he hurried to obey.
He lay in the middle of the bed, flat on his back, with his solid, unbending cock pointed at the ceiling, as if displaying itself for her eyes alone. She stretched out languidly beside him, still totally naked. And then her hands began running all over his body, caressing him, teasing him, while her sweet, honeyed mouth came down on his, kissing him again and again. Her tongue licked through his mouth repeatedly, exploring his hotly gasping oral cave while she ground her hair-covered pelvis against his thigh in a tantalizingly provocative way.
"Tell me, Tommy, did you enjoy standing there, watching what I was doing while I was in the shower?" she asked.
Tommy looked at her and reddened, not knowing what to say. How does one admit to being an intentional voyeur?
"You can tell me the truth," she urged.
Turning to look at her, he nodded, then said, "Yes, Mrs. Cullen. I loved it." Jesus! He was going to blow the top of his head right off the rest of him.
June's wide eyes were smoky with lust as her uncontrolled desires ran rampantly through her lush torso. Her awareness that Tommy Keith had a low boiling point and was as hot for her as she was for him only heightened the degree of her aroused passions all the more.
She slowly came to her knees while still beside him, her full, pillowy breasts moving sensuously as she swayed from side to side. She tugged the boy beneath her, making a hundred and eighty degree turn, so her thighs hovered over his head and she was able to stare down at his throbbing cock. She spread her white thighs wider apart, letting him notice the freckles there, too. Now the silken V of her wet, pink pussy was wide open to his eyes. Her body swayed to and fro, watching as his eyes never left the wet cloister of her cunt.
"Like looking at it?" she asked.
"Uh huh," was all he could reply.
"Caress it," she whispered. "Pet it, touch it, put fingers gently inside. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes," he admitted. "I'd love it, but I want you lying down so I can do it and take my time."
"All right," she nodded, lying down and spreading her thighs again.
He was between them in an instant, staring at her dripping pink slices of labial delight. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he stared at how wonderful it all looked.
With his heart hammering wildly in his chest he leaned forward and let his fingers touch the heated, hair-surrounded labia of her pink vagina, slowly parting them with his thumbs. Little by little all the coral, passion-aroused, inner meat became visible to him. He pressed his left hand flatly against her vaginal orifice, thrilling to the way the lips seemed to throb against his hand. Her secretions came flooding out, coating his palm.
"Put a finger inside me," she urged. "Come on, Tommy. Do it. Put a finger inside me."
The sexually aroused woman raised her head so she could anxiously watch the naked young boy between her lustful thighs. She stared, her breath caught in her throat, as Tommy Keith brushed his fingers lightly between the soft, mossy strands of her rich brown pubic hair. Then he carefully pushed the middle finger into the tiny hole he saw between the pink, wet, sucking vaginal walls, feeling how hungrily it welcomed him in.
"Uhhhhh ... yessss ... move it all the ... uhhh ... way in ... yesss ... ohhhhh ... now slide it ... uhhh ... out ... now in ... now out...." she gasped, moving her hips up and down as her nakedly undulating buttocks bounced on the mattress again and again. She thrilled to the sliding caress of his fingers as they moved in and out of her.
Tommy remained silent, unable to speak as he stared at the deliciously erotic sight in front of his youthful eyes. His coach's thighs were spread so far apart, her ass was arched upward. And the way his finger slid in and out of her sucking, tight cunt, it was just like he was fucking her with his hand. He'd never realized how warm, how wet, how delightfully soft the walls of a woman's cunt could feel as it tightly wrapped itself around his thrusting finger, looking so wonderfully pink. He could feel electric static charge through the finger as it continued sliding in and out. Golly! Imagine the same sensations running through his cock as he pushed it in and out of this same hole. That would be the living end.
June shivered from her hair to her heels with the wild, thrilling pleasures that his pumping young finger was causing inside the tight fist of her cuntal causeway. God! It had never been like this with Martin. Her husband had been interested solely in taking care of himself. Now, for the first time, she had this virgin youth whose sole aim seemed to be to please her, for in doing so, he was discovering how wonderful it was to touch and enjoy a woman's body. She hummed with delirious ecstasy, feeling his inexperienced digit sliding through her pulsating walls again and again, massaging every little bit of her sensitive interior. Reaching down with her hand, she pressed his youthful face into her belly, staring at the top of his head through the opening between her firm, full breasts, letting her fingers trickle through his hair. Her rounded, shaking thighs levered themselves up and down against his sliding finger as he pushed a second one in to join the first, making her gasp with even more enjoyment. Her blistering vagina was a raging gehenna of delightful, forbidden feelings more avid than she had ever enjoyed with Martin. The pressure of his fingers inside her as his young, virile cock rubbed against her shin was enough to bring her to a kind of completion all by itself. God! And to think she had control over this young, virginal boy who had never been exposed to the pleasures of a woman, before. He was her slave now, subject to every one of her licentious whims. And she couldn't wait to go on to the next step.
"Ooooooooh Qedddddddd!!!" she gasped. "Do it, do it, do it."
"Do what, Mrs. Cullen?" the boy asked, raising his head from the flatness of her belly, a questioning look on his face. He was so anxious to please, he was constantly worried he might be hurting her. "Did I hurt you?" he asked. "Have I done anything I shouldn't? What else can I do?"
"I want you ... uhhhh ... to lick me, Tommy," she gasped again.
"Lick you? Where?"
"My ... uhhhh ... cunt," she whimpered, her eyes tightly squeezing shut, her loins rotating in a wanton circle on the bed, her head whipping from side to side. "Come on, Tommy, put your tongue into it and do what you're doing with your fingers."
His tongue? Why not? Tommy had seen his older brother kissing his girlfriends there, and they seemed to love it. At first, Tommy had thought the idea dis gusting, but he had watched his brother's mouth move and realized his brother was enjoying it all. And now, as he smelled the perfumed interior of her naturally scented cunt, he could feel the drool rising in his mouth. Yes, yes, that would be a terrific idea.
Anxiously he moved his head lower, his wet, youthful tongue reaching out to touch her nervously trembling gash, his oral digit reaching out anxiously for that ultimate soul-kiss.
"Aaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhh!" June gasped aloud, as his hesitating tongue slurped through her foggy interior. Hot steam seemed to literally shoot out of her pulsing pussy as jets of spurting lubrication hit his cheeks and eyelids. He could feel her body convulsing with spastic throbs as her hands gripped his hair and attempted ramming his face even deeper into her wanton hole.
Christ! she thought. Oh Christ! It felt so damn good. Oh wow! His tongue was so much better than that of her experienced husband. She knew it was the first time the boy had ever done anything like this, yet he was naturally superior to her know-it-all Martin. God! He was wonderful.
The rampantly wild thirteen year old boy continued his anxious tonguing of her wetly throbbing incision, and as he began becoming sure of himself, his hands slid over her warm belly to her round, firm breasts, cupping and grasping their fullness. His lips and oral digit maintained the heated pressure they were applying to her vaginal interior as he made loud, noisy, delightfully wanton sucking sounds that seemed to echo throughout the room. God! Eating her pussy had to be the most terrific thing he could ever learn. Wow! She smelled wonderful and tasted even better.
June's hands tightened into white-knuckled fists as she gripped the boy's hair all the more tightly, pulling some of the dark blond strands loose in her spasming. She tugged his face up just a little, and suddenly Tommy's tongue found the soft button of her pink clitoris. She whined and whimpered as he lapped at the erect, throbbing button. He sucked the small nubbin between his lips, using his tongue to wickedly beat it.
"Yes, yes, yes," she screamed. "Keep doing that. Lick that clitoris. Keep on doing it, keep on doing it, keep on doing it."
He began running the tip of his tongue around and around the rim of her outer labia, moving it in continuing spirals. The madly flailing teacher's head continued whipping from side to side in complete abandonment as Tommy opened his mouth even more, moving his lingual digit up and down through the hot, smooth, slickly wet slash, to the pulsating, hair-fringed trough of her creaming pussy.
Wow! Tommy thought. I was fucking this cunt with my fingers, before, and now I'm doing it with my tongue. What more can a guy hope for? And his tongue began sliding in and out all the more quickly, lapping up all the juices she continually secreted, feeling her hot, flaming interior dilate a bit more. His ears managed to pick up the garbled sounds she was making as he continued swirling and flicking his tongue around the satiny interior of the furry cuntlips.
June's sighs of thrilled enchantment resounded through the bedroom again and again. God! God! God! Her brain was ready to burst as her tongue continued sliding in and out of her vaginal slit, stopping only to lap at her clitoris and make her bounce all the more wildly on the bed. Then as her asscheeks continued to wildly slam against the bed while his tongue continued its merciless attack into her tight, vaginal interior, she was able to hear the simpering moans coming from him. Her breath was blasting from her lungs in heated spasms as she rammed her crotch against his face all the harder. Her licentious lurchings made her taut body tremble and shake as she felt the uncontrollable orgasm she'd been seeking suddenly rise up and totally inundate her. Her throbbing cunt began spasming with furious blasts of overwhelming thrills as she screamed a loud "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUHHHHH!"
Tommy lapped and drained the seething hole of all its spurting contents, ramming his tongue into her sweetly dripping center, thrilling to the new torrents of spurting oil to fill his mouth and cover his face and forehead. He licked furiously, knowing no one would ever believe he'd tongue-fucked the team's gorgeous coach. He began slamming his tongue deeper and deeper into her hotly clutching vaginal interior, feeling the way her internal walls clutched his oral digit and almost pulled it from his mouth. His face was drenched with her hot juices, as the wet, down-soft curls rubbed his cheeks. As he lapped, he opened his eyes and stared through the valley between her breasts, looking at her -lined face, seeing the gargoyle-like twists.
Shit! he thought. She's going ape. She's really going nuts. She was lying there, literally wallowing in her orgasm, letting him know it was possible for females to enjoy an orgasm as much as males. He had never seen his brother really satisfy any of the girls he'd brought home. But he, Tommy, was satisfying his little league coach, making her gasp again and again. Hell! He was much better than his brother. And once again he stabbed his tongue into the heated moistness of her juicy cunt.
The come-crazy housewife wriggled and undulated under the boy's maddening tongue-lapping until her oversensitive pussy felt as if it would be sucked right out of her. And still she wanted more. Her belly, which had been fucked for twenty years, was still starved for true love and affection. The release she'd had hadn't been enough. She needed more and more and more. Her head continued whipping from side to side as if she were something made from rags as her tortured cunt continued slamming into the boy's hungering face. His tongue wasn't driving far enough into her. She had to have him deeper. God! Yes, yes, she had to have his youthful cock rammed all the way up inside her. She had to feel his balls slap against her asscheeks. And she needed the hot, burning sensation of dripping semen spurting into her. She had no worries about having babies. After her second son had been born she'd had a coil inserted in her womb, and it had worked efficiently for seventeen years. She went to her gynecologist twice a year and he checked her to make sure she was internally unharmed.
Her fingers were still twisted in his hair. And now she pulled hard, lifting his face from the depths of her burning swamp.
"You eat pussy beautifully," she told him. "Now, how would you like to fuck a cunt; my cunt? I want to feel a cock inside me."
"Honest?" Tommy asked, his eyes wide open. "I mean, I've never fucked a woman before. I might not be good at it."
"There's only one way to find out," June told him. "You are going to stick that solid little prick of yours into my cunt."
She began sighing again, writhing her white hips in burning anxiety as she began pulling him higher, until his face was almost above hers. Her hand reached down between their perspiring, nude bodies, and solidly gripped his hard, almost agonizingly solid cock. Her pelvis writhed madly around beneath his jutting little phallus as she pressed it into the soft, fleece-lined pout between her thighs.
"Unngghh!" the young boy gasped, and hurriedly slammed his hips between her thighs, overcome with sheer rapture. Maddening needles of delight went shooting into his belly as he gasped, "Ohhhhhh golllllly ... Mrs. Cullen ... "
She spread her thighs wider on either side of him so the thirteen-year-old was nestled perfectly between them, and he could feel the head of his throbbing cock sliding up and down in the gash he had been lapping at, moments before. She raised her wetly greeting vagina higher, making it easier for his burning, throbbing cock, opening her tight hole a little, allowing the bulb to slide inside. He thought she was so tight it would take him forever to reach bottom. He felt as if he were pushing through warm butter, and rammed hard ... and suddenly the entire length of him was being sucked all the way inside her. Her ring of cunt felt like a deep, never-ending mouth without a tongue as it gobbled up every last little inch of him, right to the balls.
Son of a gun! He was really fucking her. His cock was fucking the cunt of the most beautiful woman he had ever known. It just couldn't be happening, and yet it was happening. She was his to fuck in every way possible, this wonderful, beautiful naked woman. Christ! He wished he could take pictures of this and show it to the other guys on the team, They'd never believe him. He wanted the entire world to see how much of a man he'd become, fucking the hot, wet hole of a luscious woman. This wasn't some dumb little girl who had to be conned into doing it. This was a grown-up woman; a woman who had been married for a long time and who was being fucked regularly. Yes here she was, putting out for him, Tommy Keith.
The boy suddenly felt filled with a limitless sense of importance, and with a maddening shout of tortured thrills, pressed his body firmly against hers, his weight crushing her solid, weighty breasts into her own chest. He rammed his slender loins forward to punch deeply into her throbbing pussy like a hot piston moving through a valve. He could feel the wet, sucking, rippling walls of her vagina pulsating in rippling waves of mad rapture as they parted before the onslaught of his throbbing penis.
June felt his small, round, hairless balls whack against her asscheeks and perineal nerves and she sighed in submissive ecstasy as the thick head of his solid little phallus pulsated like a pounding pump inside her, sending vibrant chills racing through her heated body.
"Ummmmm ... ahhhhhh ... deeper...." she gasped out loud, her thighs scissoring him between them as they kicked up into the air while her arms tightly locked themselves around his body. The pleasure she had imagined was only a trifle compared to the real thrills she was receiving from the pressure of this young boy's cock moving through her gripping, sucking pussy. Forbidden lust coursed up and down her spine, and the interior muscles of her sucking cunt tightened wetly around the throbbing, moving cock, starting a solid crushing.
Off to the side was her dresser mirror, and she was able to see how she looked, flat on her back, with the youth's throbbing cock pistoning in and out of her sucking snatch, a thirty-nine-year-old woman allowing her straining, anxious cunt to swallow up the throbbing, pulsating, burning cock of an innocent thirteen-year-old boy. The sight was almost brain-searing. The sheer wantonness of it aroused her all the more, and she was gratified to feel Tommy respond even more enthusiastically, rocking his hips back and forth, attempting to sink his little pylon even deeper into her hotly clutching cunt. She became wild with lust, and responded to his eager thrustings by raising her hips higher, faster.
His slender, pulsing rod plunging smoothly into the sucking well between her thighs made her feel enchanted. She concentrated solely on giving the boy pleasure, and in return, receiving more enjoyment, herself. She could hardly wait to feel his drilling penis bring her to her satisfaction as it blasted its heavy white fluid into her seething depths.
Tommy Keith's face glowed with erotic enjoyment, thrilling to his first fuck, feeling sensations he'd never believed any human body capable of feeling as he nailed his slender cock into her simmering depths. He stared at her bouncing, shimmering white, freckled breasts, their rosy tips almost pointing at him, as if trying to lure his face closer with the idea of having his mouth cover the two at once. He felt the hot, fleshy pink membranes of her sucking cunt as they pulled him deeper and deeper, letting him retreat only so they could pull him inside again. Each forward stroke was a wonderful sensation to him, and he was certain he would be shooting into her cunt at any moment. All self-control on his part was totally gone.
When her hands slid down and cupped his asscheeks, pulling his body even deeper into hers, he trembled with the wonder of it all, feeling the way her fingers massaged his flat asscheeks, adding impetus to his anxious thrusts. Christ! Her hands seemed to be reaching through his asscheeks, into his body, feeling all the way into the churning testicles now drawn up tightly into his crotch as he continued his wild in-and-out pumping. He could feel his burgeoning little balls were swelling in the crushing sac as the load in them seemed to increase, and he knew it wouldn't be long now before he blasted every last drop of his semen into this wonderful woman's womb.
"Uuhhnnnggghhh ... Goddddd ... Tommy ... aagghh ... don't stop...." June begged, gasping into his face, her heated breath washing all over his features, drying the sheen of perspiration there.
Looking down, the boy could see her eyes opening and closing as her mind was totally lost in the passion she was feeling. And he realized he was the one responsible for all this. He was the one making this adult woman tight with rapt delight.
June felt overjoyed at having seduced this young boy. She was thrilled, knowing she was the one responsible for initiating him into manhood with this age-old rite. Perhaps she was some kind of perverted tramp, but if so, she reveled in the thought of it.
His pounding prick was driving deeper and deeper into her all-consuming snatch as she wound her wildly thrashing legs tightly around his hips, cadently massaging his silken-fleshed buttocks with her squeezing fingers. She was gasping and trying to pull more and more air into her lungs as the air already there felt heated and fiery.
Their harsh pantings joined, echoing together as they gasped out their lust for one another. Soft, simpering cries were coming from her throat, mingling with the gasps coming from his throat and joining with the sounds of the mattress as it thrashed up and down to form a sexual beat which filled the ears of the two participants.
And then ... abruptly, June began breaking the rhythm of her gasps as wondrous thrills took hold of her. She felt the youthful, boyish penis swelling inside her, flexing to greater breadth than she'd felt since he'd introduced it into her, and her vagina became all the more greedy, sucking it deeper and deeper, the flaring rubbery tip scraping all her walls at once. Her fingers dug more deeply into his asscheeks, making the flesh bloodless and white where her nails seemed to be driving into him, pulling him so tightly against her it appeared their thighs might adhere to one another. She ground her pelvis all the way into his, rubbing her dark hairs against the light blond strands on his pubis. The second, more powerful climax was welling up inside her with more force than a hurricane.
"Now, Tommy, now," she screamed. "Come inside me ... shoot that hot, swirling, spurting juice into my burning pussy."
She writhed under the young ballplayer's solid cock, slamming her anxious, crushing cunt up and down around his plunging, broadening solidity.
"Coming...." she gasped, "I'm coming ... I'M COMMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNG!!!"
Her voice screamed its rapturous delight to the young boy as her frenetically throbbing cunt began spasming and tightening. The blond-haired young boy didn't pause at all, but continued slamming his meat all the way into her. He was astonished to see how much more strongly she reacted than any of his brother's girlfriends. Then he remembered, though his brother did a lot of coming, the girls almost never seemed to.
Before he had a chance to wonder much more about it, he suddenly realized a funny sensation was welling up inside him. It was far more powerful than anything he'd ever enjoyed when doing "the laundry" by hand. New-found delights slammed through him, and he pounded his solid meatiness into her repeatedly, straining madly for that ultimate peak.
"Goddddd!" he gasped, "Mrs. Cullennnnnn...." and felt his hot, boiling sperm suddenly blast from the tip of his cock, geysering deeply into her tight, crushing, burning vagina, mixing wonderfully with the oils of her own madly bursting climax.
"YIIIIIAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed, feeling the heavy, thick streams of semen spurt from his body into hers.
June's brain spun in wonderful ecstasy as she felt the heated blasts of spurting liquid come throbbing out of his pulsating cock. It was a never-ending stream of fiery lava blasting into her flaming, foaming depths. The hungry interior of her blistering cunt sucked and tightened spastically around his spurting prick, anxiously trying to drain it of all its contents. It wanted the thickening whiteness swallowed up inside her.
His fresh, burning seed seemed to fill her wet, insatiable pussy. The combining fluids coming from both, him and her, filled her inner feminine temple so full, it began oozing out around his in-plunging cock, trickling in wet streams down either side of her thighs, dripping on the bed, beneath.
Tommy, still gasping, continued plunging his throbbing penis into her again and again, anxious to try and keep it hard. But the power of this orgasm was too much for him, and he realized he was shrinking. There was no way he would stay hard. Maybe later, maybe, it would get hard again. But for how he was finished.
Completely exhausted and drained of energy, he fell across her firm white body, unable to move. And June let him lay there, as she, too, was out of breath for the moment.
Almost ten minutes later, he squirmed off her and looked at her, saying, "You aren't mad about what happened, are you?"
"No," she assured him. "I'm not mad."
"Look, don't think I'm a wise guy or anything, but can we try this again sometime?"
"Perhaps," she smiled, getting up, finding some tissues, and wiping her pussy clean.
But June was thinking of all those other virgin boys. She wanted to corrupt more of them. From time to time she would let Tommy come back, but first ... she wanted more virgin cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
Baseball could be a strenuous game, especially when there was a lot of fielding practice. All day Friday, from three o'clock until seven thirty, June kept the boys working, making them strain again and again, until she was convinced they were really starting to shape up. Eric Drake, the team manager, knew his baseball pretty well, and he worked just as hard as June with the kids.
On the field, June didn't behave any differently toward Tommy Keith, and the boy understood why.
Though young, he was wise enough to realize, if she showed him any favoritism, everyone on the team would wonder why. Then she might have to start showing "favoristism" toward the others. And having first found what wonders there were in fucking, he had no intention of letting anyone else in on it.
When the practice was over, Drake, as usual, drove June home.
"Hey," he said, pulling up outside her house, "my wife's away visiting her folks for the weekend. Would you like to go out tonight?"
June looked at him and smiled, saying, "Thanks, Eric. But let's keep this strictly on a baseball level."
"What's the matter with me?" he asked. "Am I poison? Do I look ugly?"
"No," she answered.
"Is the fact that I'm married bothering you?"
"That, plus the fact that I'm married," she lied.
The truth of the matter was, she found Eric Drake very exciting, and she knew if she went out with him she would end up in bed with him. And if it happened once, he would expect it again and again. What she'd done with Tommy Keith was something she could control. Eric Drake was not a man to be controlled.
"Funny," he said, "but I was under the impression you liked me."
"I do like you, Eric," she admitted. "I like you too much. So before we start something I'll be sorry for, let's just keep it on a baseball level."
"On the field I wouldn't dream of making a pass at you. You're the best thing that's come along in a long time. You're making those kids play like never before. Young Tommy Keith is the most improved ballplayer on the team. Not that he was bad before, but he's become so much better since you started teaching him. Today he was terrific. That kid will end up on the All Star team."
"I enjoy teaching them," June admitted.
"So do I," Drake nodded. "But that doesn't mean you and I can't fraternize off the field."
"Let's say I don't want to jeopardize a twenty year marriage."
"I wouldn't want to ruin your marriage either, June. But that doesn't mean you and I should remain apart. I think it only fair to warn you, I'm going to keep after you off the field."
"Well the, I shouldn't let you drive me home, should I?"
"I may make passes, but I don't force myself. And in your case I don't think I'll have to force myself. Propinquity will take care of everything. Just being near one another should bring you around to my way of thinking."
"Good luck," June told him, and got out of the car.
He waited until she entered the house before driving off. He always did. June liked that. It showed he did have feelings.
But he was a man, and aside from wanting to take full control of any situation that might develop between the two of them, he had a long, thick cock that would stretch her cunt the way her husband's cock always did. And June didn't like the idea of pain. She preferred staying with the younger kids, if possible.
Right now, the possibility of having another young boy seemed very good. Lou Hibalso was another boy on the team in dire need of a lot of practice. Lou was a short boy, even smaller and a little chunkier than Tommy Keith. Like Tommy, his youthful muscles were developing, but his legs were very short, and as a result he didn't run very fast. In fact, he was the slowest boy on the team. Drake was using the boy as a spare outfielder, but he had good second baseman potential. June wanted to train him to play second base. His short legs wouldn't be too much of a handicap there. And he had a decent bat, which meant it would be better to have him playing as a regular, than to have a boy who could field a little better and hit a little worse, there.
June had spoken with the boy, and he had agreed to come to her house after supper, before it got dark, so she could show him how to improve his fielding. But if things went as she planned, she would be doing a lot more than ballplaying, unless ballplaying could be construed as playing with the boy's balls.
CHAPTER FIVE
June had made a small lamb chop for supper, which she had eaten with some peas. Then she had changed her clothing, putting on a halter and hot pants.
It was nearly eight fifteen when Lou Hibalso came over. She led him into the backyard, and there, demonstrated how to use his feet to best advantage, and soon she had him moving very gracefully considering how short his legs were. By eight forty-five it was much too dark for them to continue, even with the backyard lights on, so they went back into the house.
Lou had a much more boyish look than Tommy Keith. His body didn't seem nearly as developed, though she could see his muscles were starting to swell a little.
"Want to take a shower before going home?" June asked.
"Uhhh ... no thanks," he told her.
And the reason for his refusal was simple enough. In spite of not having physically developed, Lou Hibalso's internal feelings were no less hot than those of Tommy Keith. If he got undressed in Mrs. Cullen's house, and she saw what a small penis he had, she might laugh, and he couldn't take that. Not that he expected her to be looking at him while he was in the bathroom, but a boy could imagine all kinds of things happening.
"Well then," she said, "I think you and I should talk a little. Look, I'm all sticky. Come upstairs with me. You can sit in the bedroom and talk to me while I'm taking a shower. Okay?"
"Yeah, well I guess so ... sure...." he nodded, thinking to refuse might make him seem like such a little boy in her eyes. And having the hots for her, he wanted her to respect him. So he was willing to go along with her suggestions.
She led him upstairs, then down a hall to a bedroom which had a large bed in it, carefully made up. Just seeing her there, near the bed, got the young boy all hot and bothered, and he felt like running, but knew to do so would be to make her laugh at him. And then he would never be able to show up to play ball again, because he would be too embarrassed. Somehow, he managed to gain control of himself, watching as she walked through the bedroom into a large master bathroom.
She began adjusting the water faucets, and when she seemed satisfied, she stepped out of sight, and he saw clothes being tossed away. She stepped into the shower and closed the full length door behind her. Then she called for Lou to come in and sit on the closed commode. From there, as he sat, he realized he had a complete view of the shower stall. True, the glass was frosted and hid her body for the most part, but he could see her outline, and it made his hot little prick throb. Her long, brown hair hung down her back, away from the water spray. She didn't want to waste time tucking it into a shower cap.
In the bathroom's fluorescent light, her face seemed even more fragile and beautiful. Especially when the rest of her was hidden behind the frosted glass. She let the water cascade all over the front of her body, turning her back to him for the moment, and then she turned back to face him.
June knew what she was doing. The shower ploy had worked with Tommy, even if it had been an unintentional ploy. It was the only thing to try again, but this time she didn't intend masturbating. This time she would make the boy want her without having to gasp and moan all over the stall.
Lou's small erection was already smoldering as it pushed his pants out. He looked down and saw to his horror a wet stain of lubricating fluid spreading in front of his pants. And his pants were so tight, the bulging thrust of his solid little cock-head was more than a little easy to see. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he crossed his legs in an effort to conceal everything.
"I've been wanting to have a long talk with you, Lou," she told him. "I think the team is starting to shape up very nicely. Don't you agree?"
"Well, yeah," Lou nodded, not able to think of much else to say as he watched her body writhe on the other side of the frosted glass door. God! She was really stacked.
"I think we can come in first place," she continued, "providing everyone keeps his mind on what he has to do."
"Well," Lou told her, being a bit more outspoken than Tommy Keith, "if you're gonna show yourself naked like that to all the other guys, they'll never be able to keep their minds on the game."
"Does it really bother you?" she asked. "I mean, I'm a much older woman than you, Lou."
"So what. You're still well-built."
"I should think young men like yourself would only be interested in younger girls. I don't want to give you boys any emotional hang-ups. If the sight of me really is that disturbing, maybe I'd better stop coaching the team. It might be better for all concerned."
"Oh no!" Lou hastened to assure her. "You're a great coach. But it's kind of ... wellll ... disturbing for me to just sit here and look at you."
"You know," she said, turning off the water. "Maybe you have a point there. But I don't think the answer is for me to pretend being shy. What I think is, it might be a good idea if you got so used to looking at me it stopped bothering you."
"Heck, that'd never happen," he told her.
"Are you in a hurry to go home?" she asked.
"Well ... no, I mean my folks have gone to the movies, and they won't be back until somewhere around midnight. Why?"
"I think if you stay here, in the house with me, and get used to looking at me, you can overcome this animal heat you feel overpowering you when you look at me."
"I ... don't know...." he gulped as she opened the shower door and for the first time gave him a full view of her naked loveliness.
"Come here and dry me off with that big towel on the rack near you."
Lou turned red, feeling flustered and not knowing what to think. It never occurred to him she was trying to seduce him; not even at this point. He merely thought of her as one of those more liberated ladies who feels it's all right to let it all hang out, provided what you have to hang out is worthwhile.
Taking the towel from the rack, he walked over to her and draped it over her shoulders as she turned her back to him. He was two inches shorter than she, and felt a little awkward as her hands pressed his against her body through the towel.
"Dry me, don't tickle me," she insisted.
He began patting her, still afraid to touch too strongly, and she finally said, "Come on, Lou. Get the water off me."
She turned to face him, and with the towel falling to the floor, she let him see everything very close up. All he could do was stand there and gulp.
"You know," she told him, leading him into the bedroom. "I have what I believe to be an excellent suggestion. I think the reason you feel so embarrassed is, you're still dressed while I'm undressed. Now if I get dressed, I don't think it's going to make matters any easier. You're still going to feel uncomfortable in my presence. I think, in order to make you really feel at ease, you should undress along with me. That is, you should be as naked as I."
"Aw gosh ... I mean ... well, I don't know...."
"Look, Lou," she said to him. "What do you have that I haven't seen before? I mean, I've had two sons, and when they were babies, I did a lot of diapering. Come on. Strip!"
He wanted to rip off his clothes then and there, throw her on the bed, and show her what he could do with that part of him she hadn't seen. But in a way she was right. He was a shy boy, and maybe it was time for him to get over being shy. She turned and faced away from him, saying, "I'll look away while you undress."
God! Just looking at her curving, trim little ass, he felt himself getting hotter by the second.
"Aw hell, you can look if you really want," he told her. "I'm not ashamed of what I got."
He pulled off his shirt, then bent down, unlaced his sneakers, and pulled them off. He noticed she was still turned the other way. He stepped out of his pants and undershorts, and that was when she turned and looked at him over her shoulder.
"Notice," she said smiling, "I'm turning my head without moving my shoulder. This is the right way for a pitcher to look at first base. If he moves his shoulder, it's a balk, and the runner gets an extra base."
Lou didn't know what to do or say at that point. He walked over to her, and she had a chance to get a good view of his cock. It was smaller than Tommy Keith's, and it was thinner. She noticed there was no hair on his pelvis, at all. And as he neared her, his short cock was mere inches from her curvaceous ass. She saw the way his penis shuddered, as if trying to strain forward and close the distance.
Now she turned and face him, running her slender fingers through his hair, saying, "Now this isn't so bad, is it?"
Lou's eyes ran up and down the entire length of her, and he realized being this close to her almost put him in shock. She was a veritable goddess. He wanted to reach out and put his hands all over her at once.
When she leaned down and lightly kissed him on the mouth, it first occurred to him she might have something else in mind than having him become accustomed to looking at her. And when her tongue snaked between his lips, he was sure of it. And he was sure he'd do just about anything she wanted. He put his hands on her wide hips and pulled her toward him, automatically. He expected her to resist or put up some show of fighting him off. She didn't. She did just the opposite, allowing him to press her fresh, clean body to his.
"Oh my," she whispered, feeling his little cock rub against her thighs. "Am I responsible for that?" Referring to the hard-on.
"Uhhh ... well ... yeah," he nodded, reddening.
"Well then, if I'm responsible for it, I should be the one to make it go away. Don't you think?"
"Huh?"
"Does it hurt, poor baby?"
"Yeah, well now that you mention it, it does hurt a little."
"Well then, I'll definitely have to do something about it," she insisted, offering her lips for a kiss.
Lou Hibalso might be many things, but he wasn't stupid. He raised his mouth to hers, then pressed his lips firmly against hers, kissing her, hard. It was a wet, sloppy kiss, and Lou felt tingles running up and down his naked body. He shivered, and he knew it wasn't from the cold. There was no cold. He pressed himself closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her, rubbing his small, erect, upstanding cock between their bellies, smearing the juices it emitted against both of them. He felt her writhe a little, rubbing herself against it all the more, making it leak even more of the fluid. Her dainty hand wandered down and she began lightly grazing the underside of his throbbing member, tickling it with just her fingernails.
"Would you like to see if it'll go inside of me snugly?" she asked, taking him completely by surprise.
"Huh?" he asked, and suddenly understood what she was saying. "Well, yeah, sure, why not," he nodded.
"I could just put it in my mouth and tighten my jaws around it. I mean, we know it would fit in there," she teased, still touching her nails to the underside and lightly scratching.
"Yeah ... uhhhh ... sure ... anything, anything you say," he agreed.
After having her had husband's monstrous cock rammed down her throat so often, June was certain a little pecker like this would be a pleasure for her to try fitting into her mouth.
"On the other hand," she continued teasing. "It might just fit in my pussy, snugly. I mean, I'm pretty narrow in there."
Lou didn't know what to reply, anymore. Whatever he said might be the wrong thing. Besides, he felt as if sand had been poured down his throat. He couldn't speak for the moment.
"Think you could make it touch all parts of me inside?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Oh yeah. For sure."
"Come to think of it, something like that would probably fit nicely in my rectum. I know my husband's been trying to fit his in there for the longest time, now. But he's too thick. Would you like to try that?" she asked.
"Anything," Lou finally gasped, "anything you say. But for God's sake, let's do something."
Suddenly he was taking command, pulling her over to the bed. Her body still clung to his as they moved, and she pressed her lips against him for another kiss, and he couldn't deny that to her. Her fingers tightly circled his throbbing prick, right at the base of the pulsing member, and she began lightly jerking on it. She had to wrest control from him again. As long as she gave the orders, everything between them would be fine.
"Lie on the bed," she insisted, still tugging his cock.
"Okay," he croaked, releasing her body and lying down. She made him feel small and inept, and he didn't want to offend her. At any moment she could suddenly change her mind, tell him to get dressed and leave, and he Would feel like some kind of a jackass.
"You know," she told him, palming his cock, wiggling it a little, "it really doesn't matter how large or small your member is. What counts is the use you make of it. I know you're feeling a little embarrassed at the moment, thinking I had no right to tease you as to how thin or short your little cock is. Well the truth of the matter is, I want a thin, small cock. The bigger ones, like that of my husband, hurt me. I'm looking for pleasure, not pain."
"Uh huh," he nodded.
"Look, Lou," she said, lying beside him. "I don't expect you to fully understand. I'm not a tramp. I don't go around picking up a whole lot of young boys and doing things to them like this. But I'm entitled to enjoy life a little, so I speak to someone like you, who's discreet and knows enough not to think badly of me. I know I kind of lured you into this, but if I hadn't, you'd be going home, happy I taught you to be a better second baseman, while I'd be here, all alone and feeling very frustrated. Can you understand that."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I guess so."
"Good. I want you to understand it. I'm not going to tease you any longer. If you want to stay here and do things with me, you're more than welcome. If you'd rather leave, well, I can't really stop you. I just don't want you thinking poorly of me."
"Aw heck," he told her. "I think you're great. And I don't want to leave. Gosh, all this is new to me. I like it. And I'm sure not going to tell anyone."
"I think you're a terrific kid, Lou. And I'm going to do everything in my power to make you happy.
"Okay," she said. "Let's set about doing whatever pleases you." And she kissed him smack on the mouth, her tongue slicing straight through his lips to the back of his throat. He almost gagged on her tongue, but then he realized how erotic it felt, and he began sucking on it. The tongue seemed to flow through his mouth, fluttering up and down like the gentle wing of a butterfly.
She slowly took her mouth from his, and Lou was tempted to follow her lips, but he lay there as she backed away, kissing his belly. He shivered when he felt her lips and her tongue draw designs all over his flesh. He could feel the needle-like points of her thickening nipples as they rubbed against his belly, and then his groin. Her paps seemed to surround his little cock, pressing in on all sides at once, smothering it with attention, and he sighed as he felt her heated skin really build the pressure in his balls. He felt her tits slide down until his throbbing head suddenly poked itself out from between the tender valley, and then she rose again, pressing her breasts close together so his throbbing cock remained trapped inside. Lou trembled. He'd never felt this kind of pressure around his pulsing penis, before. Like most boys his age, he had jerked off, picturing himself making love to girls he knew, or even or even doing it with a movie actress now and again. The last time, he had pulled off with Mrs. Cullen in his imagination. But now he realized how poor his imagination was when compared to the real thing. This woman was really something. Here she had taught him to play a better second base than he had ever known how to play, and now she was teaching him the kind of things he hadn't expected to learn for another three or four years ... at least.
She rolled her heavy breasts around his throbbing cock without moving up and down, merely pressing the moving skin against it, and she could feel the way his peter was throbbing. Christ! He was a nice young boy. Tommy Keith had been a nice boy, as well. She wondered if what she had done had spoiled him in any way. She would have to find out. If so, she would have to stop playing around with these young boys. Though she felt there was nothing wrong with robbing them of their sexual innocence, she didn't want them to get any distorted views of themselves. She had a fixation for young boys. But that didn't mean all women did, and she didn't want them to go out and try seducing other women, or even young girls, for that matter. What she was doing with them was something very personal, and she wanted them to understand as much. Her nipples pressed into his inner thighs, where they joined to his torso, and she felt him shudder a bit more. If she kept this up much longer, he would come between her tits. Not that the idea was bad, but she wanted him to enjoy himself so much, that if she should ever call him for a return bout, he wouldn't hesitate to come.
Moving her pretty face lower, moving with terrible slowness, she created the impression of being about to worship something very holy. His cock was sliding high er and higher between her tits, and soon its head was poking out, and then the rest of it was appearing. His head was on a pillow, and he could see what she was doing, still unable to believe it was happening to him. He watched, feeling her breath hotly blow all over his moist, sticky, purpled head, and then he saw the tip of her pink tongue protrude from between her lips. She touched it gently to the tiny hole in his cock, then began lapping at the spongy dome with winding licks.
Her hand had a solid grip on the base of his small cock, but the head and about two inches of the shank peered through. The head seemed to swell even more, as if angry at being disturbed. It shone brilliantly under the laving of her working tongue. She lapped under the stiff corona, then licked up the small cleft where the sensitive knot of skin covered the overlapping juncture. Her tongue lapped widely, covering every last little bit of the oversensitive penial tip.
Little by little she expanded her coverage of the cock, pulling her fist lower as she licked lower, lapping down the throbbing little shaft, listening to the boy's involuntary "oohs" and "ahhhhs." He sighed with passionate delight as she continued licking, sucking as if she were eating some sweet piece of delicious candy. Lou loved what she was doing. It had never occurred to him a woman would lick a cock because she liked doing it. He'd always thought it was done solely for the pleasure of the man. He was learning differently.
Now her tongue was running across each of the veins in his hard cock, tracing every line in the slender rod, intricately weaving its way around. He began to go wild, aching to feel her lips form a tunnel so he could simply ram it into her mouth. He knew better than to behave impatiently. Mrs. Cullen seemed to be knowing what she was doing, and what she did to him made him feel terrific. So he decided the wisest course would be to let her continue. He forced himself to lie back and watch her magic tongue continue its wonderful work. But he couldn't keep himself from moaning every now and again.
"Lou," she whispered, licking the crown of his cock as if it were lavender ice cream inside a cone, "do you think you'd like to learn to lick a woman's pussy?"
The one thing he'd never fantasized about while pulling off was the idea of putting his mouth against a woman's vagina. He had heard of things like this being done, but he never thought he'd be the one to do it. But now, as her hot tongue continued licking his shuddering dork, he knew he would not only lick her vagina, but he would run his tongue into her asshole, and even lick between her toes if that would make her happy. Heck! Here she was, doing everything in her power to make him happy.
"Uh huh," was all he could say.
"Honest?" she asked, still licking. "Would you like to eat me?"
"With a knife and fork ... if it'll ... ooooooh ... make you happy."
"Goodness, that wouldn't be necessary," she told him. "All you need use is your tongue. But I want you to remember the nice, slow way I'm licking you, and when the time comes for you to do it to me, I want you to do it just as slowly."
"Uh huh."
He felt more than a little uncomfortable at this point, suddenly realizing she had not only taken control of herself away from him, but had taken control of him, as well. He had always figured that he would be doing the seducing, though he knew that wouldn't be for some years, yet. Still, she had taken charge in a tender, inoffensive way, making him more than accept it. She had made him like it. He hoped this wouldn't eventually rob him of his masculinity. He had the feeling she would have convinced him to handle a ground ball the same way.
His daydreams came to an abrupt finish as her lips formed themselves into a pink circle and slowly lowered over his throbbing cock. Oh yes! This was what he had been waiting for. He forced his thighs to open all the wider, and his asshceeks seemed to hump up of their own volition, bringing his shivering cock even closer to her tantalizing mouth. She slipped her burning lips straight down, using them to hood his inflamed skin. Then, little by little she pushed her mouth down until half his shimmering rod was immersed in the heated cave of her sucking mouth. He writhed and shuddered as he felt the heated swirl of her wet tongue pull and tickle his phallic spire.
Her lips seemed to pout even more as her cheeks hollowed inward, making him sigh and gasp as never before. Nothing in the world had ever felt this good; not even the time he had stolen a piece of calf s liver from the refrigerator and used it on himself after running it through hot water. He wondered if it was possible for her vagina to feel as good as her mouth, and at that point he doubted it. He was certain he had finally reached the absolute and ultimate peak of sexual delight.
When her mouth began rising and finally pulled off with a loud smack of suction, he wanted her to go right back down there, and almost yelled for her to do so. He watched, seeing a slender strand of sticky ooze move from his prick tip to her lower lip, and as her face pulled away, he watched the sticky strand grow longer. It glittered in the lamplight, seemingly shining a different multitude of rainbow colors.
"Like?" she asked, licking out with her tongue and snapping up the strand.
"Oh wow! Wow!" was all he could gasp.
"Want more?" she wanted to know, and his head began bobbing up and down.
She looked at him as if pretending she didn't know whether or not to continue, but she was delighted with his behavior. It was nothing like that of her husband whose hands always pushed down on her head, forcing more of his strangling member down her throat until she would almost black out. No, this little penis was delicious and thoroughly enjoyable, and she wanted more. She liked the way it fitted so nicely against her tongue, feeling thicker than a tongue depressor, yet not as thick as a choking lance of flesh similar to that sported by Martin, her husband.
Once again she lowered her mouth to his shimmering penis. She employed a different method this time, almost returning to the way she had teased him, before. She lapped at the head of his throbbing cock, then slipped it between her lips, sucked on it, then popped it out of her mouth again. She repeated her maneuver again and again, licking, popping it into her mouth, then pulling it out with a resounding "plop." Her fingers wrapped themselves tightly around the slender stalk and she began jerking up and down as her head began bobbing on and off the rich purple glans. She sucked loudly, making a lot of noise, as if literally slurping liquid from the slit in the tip. Because his parents had taught him manners, Lou would have been irritated hearing such sounds at a dinner table, but here, on the bed, they excited and thrilled him all the more. It was the wonderful, uninhibited sound of her lecherous cocksucking. And it was his cock she was sucking.
She began swallowing more of the penis into her mouth with each downward thrust of her head. And each time her head moved down, it lingered a little longer before coming up. When she lifted her head all the way up, she took the time to swath her tongue against it, licking furiously for a moment before engulfing it between her lips again. Soon she was no longer pulling her mouth off the shimmering phallic wand as she bobbed her head up and down with faster motion, sucking more and more strongly. Her hand was no longer holding his slim cock, but was beneath his ass, gripping his small, flat asscheeks as her mouth engulfed the entire penis without feeling it hit her throat. Her other hand continued caressing his small balls, tickling them, making him writhe, maddeningly.
Her lips began pulling even more strongly on the penis, and she was sliding back on the bed. Lou felt his body being pulled along, and suddenly his feet were dangling over the footboard of the bed. She continued pulling as she sucked, and he found his feet touching the floor as he suddenly stood up. His hands were on her head so he could keep his balance, but he was thrusting forward and back, fucking her in the mouth, slamming his pelvis forward with such strength he feared he might be hurting her. Even though he rammed forward with power, he did it slowly, almost unable to bear it as his fingers tightened in her hair.
She sucked harder, enjoying the little pulsations in his cock. How he was managing to control himself was totally beyond belief. She was certain he would have come, by now. Little by little he speeded up his thrustings, holding her hair all the more tightly, feeling her one hand still pressing against his ass while her other hand continued teasing his testicles.
God! It was unbearable. Lou, himself, didn't know why he hadn't come, yet. He should have shot two or three different loads, by now. It wasn't as if he didn't want to. Lord! Her mouth was the most wonderful enclosure his throbbing cock had ever felt. True, all he had to compare to her mouth was his own fist, but that hardly compared.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the little boy was repeating, again and again as he humped his treasured stick into the heated oral depths of the older woman, hoping it would never end.
But June, seeing the boy wasn't ready to orgasm, decided she should feel this tiny stick in her tight cunt. And so she reluctantly released his cock.
Lou looked down, wondering why she had stopped. She merely smiled and had him join her back on the bed.
"Why'd you stop? he asked.
"Because it's obvious you aren't going to come this way. You have some subconscious hang-up about shooting in a woman's mouth. I think that's very sweet of you, to feel that way. But in order for you to really enjoy me, I think you should put that solid little rod inside my cunt."
"Gee, I'll bet your cunt isn't anywhere near as good as your mouth," he told her.
"It's better, and I'll prove it. Put your middle finger into my cunt."
This was Lou's first time with any vagina, and he was nervous. Until now, she had been doing all the work on him. He felt kind of funny, putting a finger into a woman's vagina. He slid his finger through her pubic curls, moving slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt her. But he was surprised as his fingers moved lower. He felt a warm, wet stickiness he hadn't expected to feel. Suddenly, with no effort at all, two fingers seemed to slide right into the junket-softness of the woman's seething pussy. He pushed his finger in all the way, until it, and the finger next to it, were buried as far into her as they could go.
Doing this made him more excited than ever. He was inside a beautiful woman's sucking hole. But the excitement was countered by a little disappointment. Her internal tunnel seemed to feel so large. He found it more open than her mouth. How could he hope to squeeze his cock into her, when it would get lost in there? How could he hope to feel friction, when the walls were so far apart, he wouldn't be able to touch more than one at a time? What made it more disappointing for him was the fact that Mrs. Cullen seemed so proud of her vagina, and it seemed she had nothing of which to really be proud.
June leaned back against the bed, her head resting on the pillows, sighing with enjoyment at his touch as the fingers seemed to easily move through the thick jellylike lubrication filling her interior. She felt his other hand caress her breast, making her taut nipple enlarge all the more.
"Nice," she sighed, feeling his hard cock pressing into her thigh. "'very nice."
"Uh huh," he nodded, his voice a bit listless.
"Poor Lou," she smiled. "Did you think I would disappoint you by giving you something soft and loose to enter? True, my husband's thickness has expanded my insides quite a bit, but for some reason, certain muscles inside me tighten up, and soon you'll find it impossible to move a thermometer around in there."
As if to verify what she had been saying, he felt her wide tunnel suddenly tighten. The walls seemed to close in around his fingers as the internal flesh rippled. He could feel the surrounding membranes tighten, crushing his fingers, making them wiggle and squirm as if trying to escape before being totally smashed. He realized the interior sleeve of her sucking pussy was no longer loose and sloppy. It fit around his two fingers as tightly as if he'd shoved the two fingers into the single finger of a rubber glove. Immediately his mind came awake with more blistering passion as he mentally apologized to her. The tight cunt was more than a place to deposit sperm so children could take shape. It was a warm, wet, wonderful, slurping, sucking, crushing hole. It was all the wonderful things others had said.
He tried sliding his fingers in and out to enhance her own enjoyment of it all, but June told him, "No. No more fingering. I'm burning up, and I have no intention of having some minor orgasmic thrill because of your fingers. I want your cock inside."
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's some oven you have down there. I thought my fingers were cooking inside you."
"Well," she said to him as his fingers slid out of her, "since you like my oven so much, why not put the proper meat roll into it."
Her tantalizing words teased him into more action than anything else she might have done, though her body was no less provocative than her mouth. He reached out and put both hands on her full breasts, squeezing them between his fingers. He had never held a woman's breasts before, and the mere touch of her nipples in his palms made him break out in a heavy sweat. He could feel the hardness of her nipples, noting they were very thick and very elastic. His mouth pressed itself in the valley between her breasts as he slowly rolled onto her. Wow! The pillow of her soft body was really something wonderful. He could have lain here all night, but he suspected his weight, light as it was, would soon have a telling effect. And as his hands pressured her breasts some more, he realized he was handling a human being, and not some plastic cushion.
He looked at the freckles on her shoulders, noting they ran all the way down the length of her body, as if she tried sunbathing in the nude, and succeeded in tanning herself in small spots all over. He had an overpowering urge to start kissing each freckle, lingering on each with his tongue. Maybe that would be the right thing to do. It might get her even hotter. His hands left her breasts and began roaming all over her body, reaching down, feeling the cushions of her ass, scrunching the globoid flesh, reaching between them and feeling the prune-like pucker of her tiny anus. Once again, he felt the lips of her tight vagina, and couldn't resist rubbing them. She didn't resist.
He moved closer to her, applying more pressure to her body, rubbing his solid little cock between her slick labia, feeling the sodden lips kiss his balls, as well. His hard cock had been throbbing steadily, and feeling his balls resting against the bottom of her wet cunt, even touching her perineum with his scrotum, almost made him lose control.
"Let's fuck," he whispered to her.
"Yes," she said, kissing him. "Let's fuck, by all means."
She lay back, spreading her thighs all the wider. In order to make things a little easier for him, she took one of the pillows from beneath her head and pushed it under her rump, raising the lower half of her body.
"Okay, Lou," she told him. "Just let it ease right in. Once it's in, I'll tighten up."
He felt a delightfully wicked thrill curse through him. As he felt her labia press more wantonly against his stiff cock, it got even harder. Oh God! This was really going to be something. Imagine, him, Lou Hibalso, only thirteen years old, fucking already. God!
He knew sixteen, seventeen, and even nineteen year old boys who hadn't gotten their first piece of ass. And the piece he was getting was really prime. It was the most wonderful, the most terrific, the most beautiful female he could ever hope to penetrate. He only hoped she wouldn't ruin it for him in later life, when he had to settle for ordinary-looking girls with less spectacular bodies.
"Wait a minute," she said. "Let's try a slightly different position from the standard one. Let me roll over on my belly."
He backed off and allowed her to roll over, and now the pillow was under her tummy, still raising her vagina nice and high. But it also gave him one helluva view of her luscious ass.
Sliding between her thighs again, he could feel his throbbing cock trying to reach out and get to her cunt before the rest of him was in position. Oooooh God! She looked so tantalizing, this way. And that rosy ass looked even more tempting.
Resting his hands on the gluteal roundness of her bumcheeks he spread them a little. He remembered her saying something about letting him poke his thin penis into her rectum. He knew she'd been teasing at the time. It seemed impossible that his skinny whang could fit into the narrow aperture between her asscheeks. The brown pucker seemed so tight, he didn't think there was a chance of him fitting himself in there. He touched the top of the cleft between her ass cheeks with the tip of his hard prong, letting it drop a few tiny blobs of lubricant on the flesh covering her coccyx. Then slowly, little by little, he began pushing his throbbing penial point lower. When it reached the star of her prune-like anus, he pressed a little harder. He was certain he would never get any part of him into her, and was a little surprised when he saw the smallest part of the tip actually move into the ring of her sphincter, opening her asshole a bit wider.
"No," June told him. "Not there. At least, not now. Put it where it belongs before you start shooting all over the place."
"Can we try this another time?" he asked.
"We'll see," she replied. "Right now, all I want is a good fucking, all right?"
June felt a funny thrill course through her as the penis slid from her asshole. She had the strangest feeling she would have liked it there. She was fully aware of the pain she would feel, certainly the first time. But there were so many other thrills she would have felt within, if she were willing to accept the pain. And this would have been the perfect cock to drill her there. It was nice and thin. No, no, another time.
From where he was kneeling, Lou could see the furry ball of her pussylips. It looked like some kind of animal had been jammed between her thighs; a furry animal with a long mouth. The curling hair was wet with her secretions and seemed darker than before. Gripping his throbbing penis in his hand, he pushed it into the "mouth" of the furry creature, seeking the actual hole. She spread her thighs wider, raising her ass higher, making it easier for him.
The point of his pulsing cock finally separated her outer labia, and pushed forward to open her inner lips, as well. On his knees, he moved in, closer and closer, until his entire little dong was completely sunk into the hot, buttery depths of her sucking pussy. He could feel his bare pelvis rubbing against her rounded asscheeks, and it aroused him even more. Unable to believe he had totally penetrated her, he reached down with his hands and felt around, finally feeling his balls pressed against the leaking pinkness of her sopping gash. This made his head swim a little. Imagine, here he was, actually fucking. And he wasn't fucking some little twat he'd become friends with, hell no! He was fucking the woman of his wet dreams; the woman who filled the orgiastic minds of just about every guy on the team. When she wasn't around, all they did was talk about her.
"Ohhhhh ... wowwwww!!!" he gasped. "This is fabulous."
"And you haven't even started pumping, yet," she observed. "Suppose you get that nice cock of yours moving."
She moved her own ass to encourage him, tightening her slick channel strongly around the inthrust cock. Now that she had it inside her, she'd be damned if she was going to let it slip out. He'd be able to pull back as far as her vulvular entrance, but once the ragged edges of her inner labia hooked onto the rim of his corona, he'd have to thrust it back into her.
Lou gripped her hips with his hands and began tugging his throbbing meat slowly back. The fiery, oil-soaked cock came as far back as she would allow, and then just as slowly began sinking in again. She sighed aloud, satisfied the drilling little cock was fitting nicely inside her. Now she humped her ass back and forth, setting a pace for him to follow.
"Unnhhh ... unnhhh ... unnhhh...." she gasped, each time he thrust his cock into her seething depths. "Use it ... use it ... use it...." she insisted, each time he pulled back.
Her words were shrieks resounding through the bedroom. God! That cock was doing wonderful things to her.
Lou was trying to pound his throbbing cock into her, but he found himself unable to do so at the speed he wished. She was the one doing most of the moving, now up on her knees, her head buried in the remaining pillow on the bed, as she slammed her asscheeks against him repeatedly. The movement of her shuddering ass made his clenched teeth start chattering. Her short, rapid strokes seemed impossible to maintain against the long, slow thrusts of his cock, yet she was maintaining them, and he could feel the pressure around his throbbing cock beginning to build.
Now he realized how completely wrong he had been in thinking her cunt wouldn't be as good as her mouth. Not even the incredible head she'd given could compare to the wild sensations he was feeling in actually fucking her. Bouncing off her rounded, full asscheeks, feeling his hairless balls thwack against her wet slash, enjoying the pressure of her squeezing pussy as it closed more and more tightly around his throbbing cock, made his head spin with wondrous enjoyment. The membranes of her sucking cunny felt like quicksand around his plunging dick. And the way her tunnel seemed to surround all of his cock at once was something else her mouth had been unable to duplicate. He struggled, as if hoping to jam his balls into the fluid squeeze of her sucking interior.
He leaned over her back, reaching underneath and grabbing her breasts, massaging them, yet gripping them tightly for better leverage. This let him fuck into her sucking bog a bit more quickly.
June grabbed his right hand, taking it of f her breast, moving it lower, making him feel between her thighs.
"Massage my clitoris while we fuck," she ordered.
Even if he hadn't quite known what she'd meant by her clitoris, he was able to feel the pearl of flesh her fingers pressed his fingers against, and so he began wickedly palpating the pink button. The shivering clit seemed to tremble between his fingers, and he could feel more of the hot sauce oozing from her tight pussy, covering that area, making it slicker and juicier. And all the while he continued fucking long, hard, and deep into her tight quim. His knees seemed to be digging holes in the bed as he pumped forward, and he seemed to be gaining better control of his movements. He was able to lunge his hips forward all the faster, and he was pumping into her with the rapidity she seemed to be seeking. And he noticed she wasn't slowing down the least little bit as she rammed her wonderful ass back against his belly. In the room, the slapping of his belly against her ass as the front of his thighs met the backs of hers seemed to echo constantly throughout the room. The slaps mingled with the squooshing sounds of his penis tightly moving through her liquid center. If the bedroom windows hadn't been closed and the air conditioner going, he was certain the neighbors would have heard the loud moans coming from within.
June was gasping with total joy. The rubbing of his fingers against her anxious clitoris seemed to be the final thing needed. Her asscheeks tightened and loosened convulsively, and she was gasping. Her ass picked up speed, and he could tell she was on the verge of being satisfied. This made him feel good. She had been so good to him, it was only right she find some good from this, too.
What made things feel better to Lou was the simmering in his own testicles. He was trying to hold off the oncoming pleasure, because he sensed she hadn't reached her own peak. He wanted to make the whole thing last as long as possible, so he tried to concentrate on baseball. But the minute he thought about second base, he thought about watching her asscheeks as she bent over to field ground balls, and then he realized he was slamming against those wonderful asscheeks, right now. And squeezing her wet clitoris between his fingers made him hotter than ever, especially with the slick walls of her sucking cunt pulling all the more strongly on his throbbing cock.
"Good...." June gasped. "Good ... good ... good ... keep ... uhhh ... fucking ... yessss ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck...." she bellowed.
"Can't hold off...." he gasped. "Can't control it. I'm going, to ... uuuuuhhhh ... COMMMMME ... UUGGGGHHHH ... "
His throbbing cock suddenly began exploding like a twenty one cannon salute to her abilities. He felt wild torrents of sperm shooting out of him and couldn't believe he had so much stored in his tiny balls. The tiny factories within must have been working overtime, paying the workers triple wages to produce so much semen. It was impossible to have that much inside him. He thought she must have set off some kind of crazy sexual chain reaction inside him, whereby some inner chemical was converting all his flesh, blood and bones to sperm, and ejaculating it through his cock, into her sucking cunt.
June, feeling the spurting blast mingling with the wild thrustings and the strong massage of his fingers against her shuddering clitoris, finally felt that long sought-for explosion go off inside her, as she screamed, "EEEEEYYYIIIAAAGGGHHHH!"
Her cunt clutched his shrinking cock all the more tightly as her ass moved back and forth, slamming against his thighs and belly, making him grunt and groan and gasp. Eruptions went off inside her, and she hugged herself tightly as she rammed her head all the more deeply into the pillow.
Finally it came to an end for the two of them, and after telling Lou she'd consider seeing him again, she helped him dress, and he left. By then, it was ten o'clock, so she went back to bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Saturday was shopping day for June. Not having a car made things difficult, especially when the supermarket was more than a mile from her house. On occasion, she was able to ask a neighbor to take her to the market, and back. But the only neighbor heading in that direction that morning was not coming back when she was returning. So June had to settle for a ride there, hoping she could catch a ride back with someone else. If not, she'd have to take a bus, which meant she wouldn't be able to buy more than two bags full of groceries.
It was twelve thirty by the time she had finished doing her shopping, and she had two bags, all right, but they were heavy. When she picked them up, they pressed against her breasts, making her halter almost hang loosely in back of her. And the way she wiggled her ass as she carried the packages made it appear her red hot pants would fall off at any moment. Her hair was tied by a ribbon behind her.
"Well hello," she heard a masculine voice say, and saw Eric Drake standing nearby as she stepped outside.
"Oh, uhh ... hi," she smiled back.
"Let me take those," he insisted, and gathered them from her before everything went tumbling.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"Come on," he said. "My car is over here."
"Well aren't you going to do any shopping?" June asked.
"Sure," he nodded. "Later, when there's nothing better to do. Look, it's broad daylight. Why not let me take you to lunch."
"I have some things in the packages that could spoil," she told him.
"So I'll take you home, you'll load up your refrigerator, and then we'll go out for lunch. The worst prigs can't misconstrue that as being improper."
June was ready to refuse, but then thought, why not? Why the hell not? Her husband hadn't taken her out to a restaurant in the longest time. She was aching to be treated like a lady, again.
"Well look, you'll have to wait while I change into something decent," she said. "I can't go in a halter and shorts."
"I'll wait," he agreed. "If you wish, I'll wait outside so as not to embarrass you."
"That won't be necessary," she smiled, as they got into the car.
He took her home and helped her put the food away, then waited downstairs, mixing himself a scotch and soda. He drank slowly, picturing what she must look like, naked and lovely. God! She had such a lovely ass. He was dying to get into it. True, he wanted to fuck the rest of her, as well, but he wanted that ass more than anything.
Fifteen minutes after their arrival at the house, she was downstairs, dressed in a light, pink summer dress. She had slipped nylon foot covers on so she could wear shoes, and she was wearing a bra under the dress. He could tell that from the way her tits stood up without moving when she did.
"You look terrific," he told her, putting down the empty glass and going outside with her.
They got into his car and he drove to a restaurant in the next town. There, they ate lightly, both looking at one another, and both realizing this was a relationship that definitely could ripen into something more than mere friendship, if June allowed it.
June was feeling very good, inside. The two boys on two successive days had really fulfilled her. For the first time in her life she didn't think of sex as something with a dreadful beginning. No matter how good it always ended with Martin, her husband, the beginning always seemed like a nightmare when she was with him. Not so with the boys. Everything had been perfect. She feared a relationship with another man might be as physically painful as it had been with her husband, and that was the one thing she didn't want. Yet she had to admit she liked Eric Drake. And she could be certain of one thing: her relationship with her husband was not going to improve. And much as she liked the boys, she realized that couldn't continue, indefinitely. Tommy and Lou were discreet boys, but she might not be so lucky with the next one. And what if the boys wanted her badly enough and she refused? Would one or both of them go and tell the others how they'd made out with her in the hope of getting even? She needed another lover, who would be discreet and loving, but who wouldn't hurt her.
"Penny for your thoughts," he said as they finished dessert.
"They're worth much more than a penny," she told him.
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, I'll bet they're worth more than a penny," he smiled, teasing her.
She took him completely by surprise by saying, "Yes, Eric. That's precisely what I'm thinking."
"And what brought about this change of heart?" he asked, feeling his pulses start to race.
"Certain personal things which I can't discuss, right now. But I'm not looking for a fly-by-night relationship. If I wanted sex for its own sake, I could just as easily go and give my body away on the nearest street corner."
"And just what is it you want?" he asked, apprehensively.
"Relax," she smiled. "I'm not looking to leave my husband, nor am I looking to make you run away from home. But I'm looking for the kind of relationship I'm not getting at home."
"And just what kind of relationship is that?"
"I want to be loved," she said, very simply. "I know you love your wife and you have a happy home. I'm not trying to break that up. I don't want any of the love you're giving your wife. I want additional love. I want something meaningful. In other words, I'm not simply looking to be fucked. I...."
She had been all set to say she had been getting her share of fucking from the boys on the team, but she felt that was something between her and the boys. Even if Drake didn't upbraid her for it, he would insist she stop, if only not to risk getting caught. But that wasn't something she was ready to stop; not just yet.
"June," he said to her, "I'm not going to kid you. I think you're a stunningly beautiful woman, and I'd love a long-term sexual relationship with you, but how would either of us know if we're suited for such a relationship without trying it out?"
"We're not children, Eric," she said to him. "I think it's possible for us to determine compatibility without having to jump into the sack. That's one of the reasons why I went to lunch with you, today. I wanted to see if we were compatible, and I sincerely believe we are."
"Terrific. Now that we're compatible, just what would be expected of me?" he asked.
"Affection," she replied. "I'm not looking for that overwhelming, passionate love youngsters develop in their late teens and early twenties. But people our age can love, too. I want to be wanted for myself, and not just for the hole between my thighs."
"That's a lovely hole," he told her, "but that isn't the one I was thinking of using, assuming we do start a relationship. I mean, I might as well be honest with you."
"I see. Well, to be frank, I can use my mouth equally well."
"No, not that one, either."
"You have a fixation about behinds, I see. To be honest, I've never let anyone try that, not even my husband. But I'd be willing to try it, provided the pain was minimal. I know there has to be some pain.
"According to my wife, the first few times it's a little uncomfortable, but if you know how to relax, it isn't painful."
"Assuming we reach an agreement on that, I'd like to see you more than just once."
"No problem," he told her. "My wife goes out to Bridge clubs, and women's groups, and sisterhoods four nights a week.
"I'm available when you want, for as long as you want. You'll be able to call me at home and tell me when we should meet."
"That sounds like an excellent idea," she agreed. "I mean, when my husband's home, it wouldn't do to have him pick up the phone should you call. So I'd better do all the calling. Just one more thing."
"Yes?"
"When the time comes that you'd like to end it all, tell me, straight out. I'd rather not have anything to do with you than have a half-hearted cock."
"The same goes for you. By the way, while I'm going with you, do you expect fidelity from me?"
June laughed at that. "Of course not," she replied. "You have the right to go on enjoying as many women as you wish, provided you're available those times I want you, and provided the women you've been with don't have V.D."
"Fair enough," he nodded, and June smiled to herself.
How could she expect him to be faithful to her, when she intended continuing her escapades with the boys on the team, at least for now. No, he could be as unfaithful as he wished, provided she could do the same.
"And I think we should seal the bargain, right now," she told him. "I'm agreeable. Your place or mine?"
"Neither. A motel."
So Eric Drake paid the check, and the two of them left the restaurant and headed for the nearby motel. Drake made one stop, at a drugstore, before signing them in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They had undressed, looking at one another. June was pleased with him, noting he was smooth, without hair on his chest, arms, or legs. She was glad of that, because hair would have reminded her of Martin. He had a full head of glossy black hair, and there was a profusion of black curls in his groin, as well as some hair under his arms.
The sight of her naked, curvaceous body had him hard as a rock. His cock, she noted, was neither as long nor as thick as that of her husband, but it was big enough. He held her in his arms for the longest time, kissing her face, pecking at her nose, tongue-kissing her gums and palate, and she felt good with him. His body was warm and anxious, but he wasn't being overbearing. Though he maintained control of the situation, he wasn't being rough or trying to force her to do anything. He handled her gently, yet adroitly, touching her softly in all her erogenous zones, making her writhe and feel hotter with each passing second.
Finally, they down on the bed together, her body curled, spoon-fashion into his. For awhile they simply lay there, and she could feel his hardness pressing against the cleft of her ass. She was a little frightened, yet she was also anxious.
"Are you sure you want to do it that way the first time?" she asked.
"'very sure," he replied, his voice soft but determined.
His voice in her ear thrilled her, making her want to do as he wished. Goosebumps covered her entire body, making her shiver, as she thought of feeling his thick cock being buried in her ass. A flash flood of aroused, womanly wine began flowing through her vaginal channel.
"Okay," she nodded, her movement discernible in the vague light coming from behind the drawn curtains. "Just go easy. Remember, that's the one place a penis has never been."
Tenderly kissing her, he smiled, and said, "A virgin, eh."
She answered his smile with one of her own, feeling shy and coy for some reason she couldn't explain. For some unexplainable reason, she felt exactly like a virgin. Her body was heavy with swelling desire, but at the same time fear of pain mingled with the oncoming thrills. She trembled again.
"Stay cool," he whispered, rolling away from her.
She watched as he got up, crossed the room, and took the small bag he had purchased from the drugstore off the dresser. Then he walked back across the room and took the jar out of the bag.
"I figured this would be necessary," he told her, holding up the jar of petroleum jelly as he slid back into bed beside her, savoring her naked warmth. "We don't want to make the second loss of your virginity as painful as your first."
She looked at the jar and nodded. He was being thoughtful again. This was a quality she had yearned for in her own husband. If only Martin had shown a little care for her, she wouldn't be here, now. Whatever the consequences, her husband's indifference was the main reason.
Reaching out, he placed the jar on the night table, then brought his lips down to hers. Her mouth parted invitingly, feeling the warm flutter of his tongue as it entered the sweet tunnel of her oral shelter. Their tongues lightly brushed together, fleeting, featherlike movements as they touched, parted, then touched again in a silent, sensuous duel-an oral foreplay of teasing and toying, eventually changing to hard thrusts and harder ripostes. She felt his oral digit swirl around hers in a strong, circular motion, moving in and out of her mouth, as if trying to lure her tongue into his mouth. Their want for one another became stronger than ever. And when their mouths slowly separated, their tongues reluctantly losing touch with one another, each felt the slightly acid taste of lust within.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his tongue licking around the fleshy lobe of her ear, sucking it between his teeth so he could chew on it for a moment.
"Mmmmmm hmmmmm," she murmured, wriggling beneath him, her breasts, like velvet-covered cushions rolling beneath him. "Yes," she answered. "Yes, if that's what makes you happy, then that's what I want. Fuck my ass, Eric."
"Your virgin ass?" he teased, his teeth biting lightly into her earlobe.
Abruptly, his hands were covering her full breasts, his fingers digging into their firm flesh. He could feel the firm, resilient cushions surrender to his kneading, squeezing between his fingers, though always bouncing back when his grip eased. She sighed and rammed her buttocks away from the mattress, high off the bed, slamming the heavy balloons of breast flesh into his eagerly moving palms. He squeezed harder, kneading the solid swells of her bosom, almost as if scooping handfuls of flesh out of her body.
Now his fingers found the swelling spikes of pink nipples topping each billowing flesh hill, and he proceeded to pull on them. She groaned as the confusing mixture of agony and delight coursed through her, for he was pulling hard, tweaking and tugging so hard, there was definitely a kind of pain. But for the first time in her life, June realized it was the kind of pain for which she had been longing. To this kind of pain she could easily adapt. His fingers and thumbs scissored more of the two budlike nails, transforming them from flaccid little pink sequins into long, hard, shimmering red buds of throbbing flesh, begging for more pressure.
At the same time, June's own hands were also active. They had found their way to Drake's groin and the solid hose of his sexually aroused manhood. He was wet and slippery from his own lubrication. And she loved the feel of the sticky/slippery ointment, creating the feeling her fingers were moving over a tense, waiting snake. She played with it, teasing the oversensitive glans. His whispered moans in her ear, added to the strong twitching of his throbbing cock let her know she was reaching him. Her hand pulled up and down the stolid length of him, enhancing her own desire to feel him enter her.
His cock was a shimmering staff of wonder, and she clutched it tightly, as if fearful it would wriggle away. Her clutch made his fingers dig even more strongly in to the pillows of her throbbing breasts. This, in turn, built the urgency within her to where her fist jerked even more strongly on his throbbing rod. And in the meantime, her other hand was palming his large, wrinkled balls.
"Your sweet, virgin rectum," he sighed.
"Oh yes, yes, my virgin asshole. Take its virginity. It's all yours," she groaned, feeling his probing middle finger from his left hand now moving in and out of the tight fount of her cunt. At the same time his thumb was fondling her clitoris.
"Say it again," he insisted, licking the rim of her ear.
"Fuck my virgin ass," she begged, and realized she meant it. She wanted him fucking her in her ass. She said as much. "I want your long, hard, thick cock in my virgin ass, now."
With those words as encouragement, Drake turned to the jar of petroleum jelly. He opened it, and dipped his fingers into it, then smeared it all over his throbbing cock. After that, he put some on his fingertip and put the jar down, staring at the shimmering globes of her asscheeks, now pushed up to him as she rolled over and came up on her knees. In that rear position, on his own knees, he reached out with his other hand and let it slide over the milk-whiteness of her shimmering cheeks. He thrilled with delight as his fingers felt the warm trembles shooting through her flesh because of his sensuous touch. Her skin was like warm, thrilling satin.
"Completely relax," he whispered in an insistent voice. "Relax."
June did her best, but how was it really possible for her to relax with his wonderful hands wandering all over her flesh. Fresh goose pimples had cropped up to take the place of those that had disappeared. She moaned and groaned as his fingers tightened their grip on her asscheeks. His one hand was working the right buttock of her behind much the way his hand had played with her beautiful breast, earlier, speaking to her with the manipulating digits, letting her know to relax. He lightly, solidly squeezed her pliable asscheeks in a massaging manner.
She felt him squeezing hard, pushing his fingers into the long crater between the halves of her ass. She sighed and groaned, thrusting her ass up into his hand all the more. When he once again returned to the gentle caresses he had first used, she felt it soothing, and tension and fear slowly eased out of her body. She totally relaxed, surrendering her body to him, allowing him to do whatever pleased him.
He slowly, gently, carefully tugged the two mounds apart, using the heel of one hand and the fingers of the other. He stared at the dark crease between them, becoming wider and turning into a cleft, summoning him to its center. There, in the tight, puckered center was the rectal mouth leading to her anus. He leaned forward, kissed the sphincter, and sank his tongue straight into it.
"Huuuuunnnhhh!" she gasped, totally unprepared for his tongue sinking into her rectum. She moaned and writhed, feeling hot, tingling, exquisite thrills as they shimmered through her. His lips remained there as his tongue continued licking in and out. "Goddd!!!" she gasped.
His soft, wet, slithery tongue continued probing, teasing the sensitive little nodes of her anal center. Her body stiffened beneath the continuous pressure of his lingual lapping into her vibrant rectum. The tongue licked in, up, then down.
His wetly washing tongue licked the solid ring of anal muscle again and again, teasing it in soothing fashion, feeling the woman under him relax as the sphincter's tension lessened. Now, with the muscular ring completely relaxed, the tip of his tongue slid to the center of the ring and knifed all the way in. She was tense again, and her asshole literally clung to his licking lingual digit. But as she relaxed, his tongue was more easily able to lap through her rectal center, now sinking further and further into the shuddering channel of her anxious ass. June felt wild thrills surge through her as insane moans of wonderful lust were all but torn from her agonized throat.
She tingled as the moist probe worked in and out of her rectal passageway. As her husband had done with her cunt, so this man was now doing with her ass, lapping into its swirling depths and giving her a pleasure she might otherwise have never known. What he was doing turned her into a trembling mass of licentious flame. She moaned and gasped as the gentle urging of his probing tongue forced her to relax more and more. She still shuddered as it drilled its way deeper and deeper into her seething rectum, preparing her for the solidity soon to follow. Yes, she knew it wouldn't be long before he began probing into her with the broadness of his penial sword. And for the first time, she wanted a man's cock to penetrate her body, even if it was in the tightest orifice of all.
His tongue slithered out from the tight suction of her squeezing asshole, and he lapped at the sphinctral ring one more time. Then he took the finger, still covered with the jelly, and brought it close to the shivering, anxious ring of spit-wet sphincter. He coated it carefully, as he had coated his penis. A gentle, pushing finger probed into the tight, narrow tunnel his tongue had prepared. She groaned and sighed, automatically responding by tightening her asshole as his finger skewered into it. Then she relaxed. He withdrew the finger, dipped another finger into the jelly, then slowly slid the second finger into her trembling behind. He withdrew that finger, then covered both fingers with the heavy jelly, and pushed the two in, together. Slowly, little by little, the fingers entered her. June felt a slight uneasiness, but no real discomfort or pain. He kept moving his fingers through her rear channel until she had no tenseness at all.
His fingers were longer, thicker, and harder than his tongue. But she found herself accepting them easily, aided by the heavy lubrication of the petroleum jelly. The smoothness totally lubricated her interior. Yes, by now she was certain, even though the tunnel would be forcefully stretched, she would be able to take his cock inside with a minimum of discomfort. She knew she would love having every fat inch shoved into her.
As if it were a slender cock, his middle finger reamed in and out of her sucking asshole. Though his hard cock, still coated with a sheath of the jelly, jumped, eager to insert itself into her tight rectum, he held back, knowing the time was not quite right. Soon now, very soon, he would be entering her there. And she would gladly accept him. Then, the next time when they did this again, there would be no need for the jelly. A salivary lubricant would be enough.
When he finally did withdraw his finger from inside her ass, he heard her moan her disappointment. The tight clutch of her anus tried to close around his finger and keep it locked into her, but the slippery jelly let the finger slide out.
Now he was ready for the main event.
June, too, sensed this would be it. He was going to fuck her in the ass.
She felt his two hands on her fleshy asscheeks, slowly pulling them apart. The mere touch of his hand was enough to send vibrant tremors through her entire body.
Drake stared into the deep, narrow valley of delight, and he was clearly able to see the wet, greasy ring at which he would be aiming. His heavy penis pulsated with thrills and enjoyment, knowing it was about to be buried in another wonderful rectum. On his knees, he slowly moved forward, the sound of his shins scraping across the bedsheets. His two hands could feel the exciting tingles running through the woman's flesh, and it communicated itself to him. Nearer and nearer the domed head of his throbbing cock came, approaching the tiny, brown, puckered mouth of her asshole. And then it was resting right up against it.
June suddenly went tense. She realized the time had come, and she was frightened. Her entire body stiffened. She trembled with heated arousal and hesitant fright.
"Easy," Drake whispered to her in a soothing voice. "Just calm down and relax, and all you'll feel is something good."
Shuddering, she closed her eyes and forced her body to totally relax. She forced herself not to be afraid, recalling the delightful sensations when he had shoved his finger into her shivering depths. His cock would be better than his fingers. It had to be. After all, a cock had always been better in her cunt than fingers. Of this, she was positive.
Feeling how tight her asscheeks had become, and then feeling them soften again, Drake slowly pushed his hips forward. The thick head of his shuddering phallus pushed, and slowly eased itself into the hollow circle inside her muscular anal ring. Feeling the bulging pressure, June shivered, but was determined not to tighten up. She felt his slow, insistent pressure as his cock seemed to demand entrance. The unyielding phallus pressed harder and harder, widening the sphinctral ring guarding her rectum.
Staring down, sweat drenching his body, he saw his heavy glans press into her tight anal center. The deepening cave beyond her sphincter seemed to be opening up and accepting him.
June could feel the heavy pressure and felt an overpowering urge to tighten up, but she refused to surrender to that feeling. Instead, she forced herself to remain relaxed, and as a result, his solid glans suddenly "popped" into her ass even more quickly than she'd thought. Her asshole simply swallowed up the onion-shaped top of his throbbing cock.
Drake felt she was blisteringly hot inside. God! It was like pushing into a velvet kiln, her interior was so unbelievably hot.
In a moment of weakness, June suddenly tightened her asshole. She squeezed hard, and the pressure was as if his throbbing cock were locked inside a vise with a thousand tons of pressure. She screamed and he moaned, trying to thrust deeper, but unable to penetrate.
"Relax," he whispered. "Just relax."
"I-I-It hurts," she gasped. "It feels so big, and it hurts."
"Just stay calm and loosen your muscles," he told her.
She took a few deep breaths, and slowly loosened her anal clutch on his cock.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"It hurts, but gosh, it hurts good."
His two hands were caressing her two rectal cheeks, patiently waiting for her entire body to calm down and relax. Little by little she calmed down, and his heavy loins once again pushed forward, and little by little she felt his long, thick cock slide into her rectum. Ohhhhhhhh Godddddd! It felt wonderful!!!
Feeling his thighs pressed up against her asscheeks, thrilling to the scrubbing pressure of his pubic hair against her soft buttocks, June smiled, suddenly realizing he was all the way in. She groaned with contentment, and then, abruptly, her body tightened up again, and she felt as if she wanted to expel the thickness in her rectum.
Drake remained totally unmoving behind her, keeping his thrusting cock buried to the hilt in her anus. He felt the hot, squeezing, fantastic pressure of her asshole. God! Hers had to be the best ass he had ever fucked. It was all so smooth and soft. He was firmly entrenched inside, and he intended remaining that way until she could fully appreciate the feeling, too. His hard cock felt as if it were enveloped in a tight, satin morass. He gasped and marveled at how wonderful it all felt. God! It was like no other ass he had ever known. The clutching grip was far stronger than that of any other female, and he had fucked more than a few asses in his lifetime.
For what seemed like an endless eternity they remained that way, man and woman, manager and coach, bound together by the pressure of her anal walls around his throbbing cock.
"It's so huge," she gasped, finally relaxing her muscles a little and easing her anal grip on him. "I feel like there's a thick lead pipe jammed all the way through my body. God! Every last millimeter of it seems to be buried inside me. Lord! I can feel it throbbing and pulsing and swelling inside me. Lord! It's so immense in there, it's unbelievable."
Drake remained still, wanting her anal channel to accustom itself to his breadth. He could feel her relaxing by degrees, a little at a time, but it didn't make the deliciousness of the hold her ass had on his cock seem any less wonderful. Oh God!!! This had to be the most fantastic ass he had ever plumbed. And it was a virgin ass, an ass he was deflowering. Not that he hadn't done the same to other asses, but this one seemed so special.
June found she was soon able to control the muscular movements within her. She could relax or contract at will, clutching the thickness of the invading cock, and the pressure only made him appreciate the wonder of her tight rectum all the more. The heat within felt as if it would consume his cock, and the pressure was so unbearably delightful, he was certain he would come without having to move in the least; simply by enjoying the way her interior squeezed and released the hold on his cock.
When her body finally relaxed completely, she said, sighing softly, "move that penis of yours. I want to feel how it is to have that thing moving inside me."
And so he began moving. He was slow and careful about it, wanting her to enjoy it as much as he.
Slowly he pulled the thick log back, leaving behind the fiery thrills within. The tunnel of her rectum was like wispy linings of silk, but the smoothness was abetted by the flaming friction surrounding his phallic prod. Flaming fantasies wove through his mind. His rocks began swelling against the tightening sac of his scrotum.
He continued pulling back, enjoying the folded, accordion-like pleats of her anal interior as it resisted his withdrawal. And then, when the swollen knob of his penis was all that remained locked inside her tight anal channel, he halted ... and waited. His shuddering cock moved its point circularly within, spiraling around and around without re-entering. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of delicious thrills, he slowly began pumping his cock back into her again, once more filling the awakened volcano of her rectum.
His deep, slowly pushing strokes were totally unhindered. June realized there was no pain whatsoever. She could handle the long, thick male organ in her anus, which meant she could handle it anywhere inside her. And it felt so wonderful, causing all kinds of wild thrills she'd never known before to start flitting through her body. Long and thick, the hard phallus was filling her rectal interior so completely, yet so painlessly, she felt as if she'd never before known what it was like to be clogged with cock. His penis was a massive pylon, a thrusting piston of strong flesh running into the deep confines of her asshole, corking its thick self into her with wonderful delight. Each time he thrust either forward or back, she moaned and sighed her acceptance of everything he was doing.
Once more he sank into her rectal core, and she felt the fiery pole spear into the soft depths of her bowels, flaring its way through the tight, restrictive channel, forcing the narrow tunnel to slowly widen and gladly accept his offering of solid muscle.
He came slowly sliding back, stretching the delicate tissues of her gobbling asshole. He moved slowly, but each time his glans reached the outer lip of her anus, she feared he would take it from her, and rob her of the wondrous thrills it was building inside her.
And then she realized they were working in tandem, he, ploughing forward, she relaxed and absorbing his length all the way into her. And then, as his mighty cock backed away, she tightened her anal grip on his cock, squeezing and crushing it, creating wilder, stronger friction.
June had no idea what was going on other than the fact his cock was building her to heights she'd never dreamed any woman could feel in her ass. For some unexplainable reason, certain sensitive nerve-endings in her ass, like those in her throat, were bringing her body to a higher pitch, and she realized she was about to have an anal orgasm. She was going to climax because of what he was doing in her rectum.
Eric Drake couldn't believe how superb this woman's ass felt. With all of his stroking inside, widening it, it remained tighter than any anal channel he had ever entered. And because of the way he had carefully eased into her, he knew she was enjoying it, too. He had fucked the asses of other women not nearly as tight, many of whom complained they'd felt uncomfortable. That June Cullen was responding so delightfully only enhanced the pleasure for him that much more. His balls were boiling now, and the heavy white liquid inside was simmering. With every stroke his testicles seemed to swell a little more as the aching pressure grew.
The tightness of her ass had become too much for his stroking cock. Equally important, it had become too much for June. Now, she felt her body soaring to the heavens as her own initial anal orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her, and she squealed out, "AAAAIIIIIEEERREEEEYYYYAAAGGGHHH!" bucking even more wildly, slamming her soft buttocks into his belly, speeding up the friction around his cock even more. Her anxiety and enjoyment, far greater than that of other females he had known, took total possession of him, and he suddenly found himself firing wildly into her tender bowels as he gasped, "AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" and filled her rectum with his blistering flow of heavy white semen.
His heavy cock continued spurting madly into her burning tightness, and June, feeling the heavy oil shoot into her intestines, gasped and thrilled to it all the more. It slithered up into her, and the heat made her roll from side to side, tightening her bowels and keeping his softening cock locked tightly inside her.
Little by little the heavy spurts lessened, finally becoming mere droplets. And then there was nothing save the squiggly softness of his shrunken penis.
When he finally did withdraw it, it came out with a resounding "pop." And suddenly June realized her rectum felt so empty. No, no, it wasn't her rectum that felt empty. It was her vagina. As long as his cock had been plugged into her rectum, it had pressed against her vaginal channel from within, and she hadn't appreciated the emptiness of her sweet nookie. Now it was first beginning to be felt.
Turning over, she faced Eric Drake and felt him crush her in his arms as his lips burned on hers. Yes, there was definitely something between them that was more than physical. It was much more than physical. She could tell from the kiss. That wasn't the kiss of a paramour. It was the lusting kiss of a man who had inner feelings for her, no matter how small at the moment.
"Eric," she whispered. "Stay, don't get up. Stay here, get hard, and fuck me in my cunt. Please, Eric."
"I'm beginning to think you might be my soul-mate," he smiled. "Otherwise, how are you able to put into words what's going through my mind, right now?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The whole world had suddenly come alive for June Cullen. She could handle a man's penis in any of her three orifices and not worry about pain, provided the man was careful and loving. Martin, her husband, had made her feel inadequate and inferior as a woman. He had laughed at her, and at the same time he had contently raped her. Yes, that was exactly what he had done for twenty years. He had raped her, making her hate and fear sex, no matter how wonderful it finally felt. It had taken Eric Drake to show her sex could be wonderful at all times, from beginning to end. No wonder wives cheated on their husbands. For that matter, it was no wonder that husbands cheated on their wives.
At one point she had been frightened her conscience would plague her, but June realized she didn't feel the least bit sorry about having seduced Tommy and Lou. Her only regret was for the wasted twenty years prior to having discovered how wonderful everything could be.
Her relationship with Eric continued all day Saturday, right into Sunday, ending Sunday evening, when Drake's wife returned home. Even then, June made plans to see him the following weekend.
On Monday, she met him at the ball field, and between the two of them, they improved the batting abilities of most of the boys on the team. Only one boy seemed to think he was too good to learn anything, and that was Ron Bilman. To look at Ron, one wouldn't think he was anything special, with his frizzy hair, and unshaven face hair. He was fifteen, the oldest boy on the team, with a younger brother on the same team. Joe, the younger brother was already starting to pick up his brother's snotty habits. Ron was dark, and because of the way he let his face hair grow, he was ugly as sin. He was thin, and when he walked he looked like a scuttling crab. But when he ran, there was no one around who could compete with him. He was the team's leadoff man, because Ron Bilman on base was almost an automatic run coming home.
Being older than most of the kids on the team, Ron's glands were also more developed, and as a result he was sexually hyperactive. And it was only natural he feel a certain amount of lust for June Cullen. However, nothing would have happened had Tommy Keith not let slip his relationship with Mrs. Cullen.
When the practice was over, Tommy and the Bilman brothers, along with Lou Hibalso went to Manley's, the small entertainment area nearby, where they ordered and shared a pizza. Lou and Tommy had gravitated toward one another ever since the team had been formed, because the two of them were the shortest, pudgiest boys on the team. And both had ability. Lou was the first string second baseman, with Tommy as the shortstop. They were the pudgy keystone twins.
When the Bilman brothers finished eating and ostensibly left, Tommy, who had been dying to tell someone about what was going on with himself and June Cullen, quietly said to Lou Hibalso, "What would you give to get into Mrs. Cullen?"
Lou, who had more sense than to reveal he had already been to bed with his coach, said, "What anyone else would give, I guess ... a year's allowance. Why?"
"Would you believe me ff I told you I've already sacked out with her?" Tommy asked.
Lou, who had thought himself the only one so privileged, immediately felt hurt, and said, "No. I can't believe that."
"But it's true," Tommy insisted. "I've fucked her."
"Come on, Tommy," Lou snapped. "Don't lie like that."
"I'm not lying," Tommy insisted. "I swear, it's true. Honest. I just had to tell someone, and that someone, I thought, should be my best friend on the team."
Lou looked at him, finally nodded, and said, "Yeah, I know it's true."
"You believe me?"
"Sure. She also made it with me."
"Hey, come on, Louie. Just because I tell you a secret is no reason for you to start kidding around about it."
"I'm not kidding. It's true."
"What's true?" Ron Bilman's voice broke in. "I forgot my glove and came back for it. What're you guys talking about?"
"Mrs. Cullen," Tommy whispered. "The two of us have fucked her."
"You're both full of shit," Joe Bilman, the younger brother, said. "That'd never happen in a million years."
"Joe's right," Ron snapped. "There's no reason why she'd have anything to do with the two of you when she could have someone really masculine ... like me."
Tommy was about to protest again, but Lou shut him up with, "You're right, Ron, we were just kidding."
"See," Ron Bilman belched to his brother. "I told you these little squirts are full of shit. Come on, let's go home."
"You really think they were lying?" Joe asked his older brother as they began walking.
"If they'd kept on insisting it was true I'd have been sure they were full of crap," Ron told him. "But the way Louie suddenly hurried up and admitted it was all a lie, as if wanting to hush the whole thing up, makes me think there might be something to it."
"So, what're you going to do about it?" Joe asked.
"I think, maybe, it's time you and I got in on some of the action," Ron told him.
"Huh?" was all Joe could say.
"How'd you like to lose your cherry in Mrs. Cullen's neat little cunt?"
"Hey, are you kidding?" Joe asked.
"I'm serious, real serious."
"When?"
"You game?" Ron asked.
"Anything you do, big brother, I'll do, too."
"Yeah, yeah. Wednesday ought to be the perfect day."
"How come?" Joe wanted to know.
"She'll be hot and sweaty after the game is over, and she'll go home and take a nice hot shower. That'll make her even more tired. From what I heard her tell Drake, her husband's out of town. So you and I will go over...."
CHAPTER NINE
June was so tired on Monday after the practice with the boys, after going home, having supper, and showering, she watched some TV then went straight to bed, too tired to think of anything else. It was on Tuesday, when there was no practice, that she suddenly became filled with nervous energy and wished she could be with Eric. Heck! At that moment she would have been willing to settle for Lou or Tommy.
Wednesday, when she went to coach the team again, all her pent-up, nervous energy began showing. The team practiced for two and a half straight hours, and she had to admit they really looked good. The first two games would be coming up the following week, and after the careful pitching practice she'd given Scott Houston and Mike Barr, the team's two best pitchers, she was certain they would be in shape to start winning.
When practice was over, she let Drake drive her home, telling him she wished he could come in and spend the evening with her.
"You wish it, and I wish it," he smiled. "Look, the wife might be having one of her Bridge socials tonight. If so, they'll be first getting started about nine. I could stop by and pick you up about that time."
"Okay," June nodded. "I'll be ready and waiting."
She left him, went inside, and made herself a salad for supper. Then she took a shower, wrapped a robe around herself, and decided to relax. It was only eight fifteen, which meant she had awhile before Eric Drake would be stopping by. She was about to sit and relax in the living room, when she heard a loud knocking at the door. Looking through the peephole, she recognized the two Bilman brothers. They had been somewhat listless in the way they'd played, earlier. She had bawled them out for behaving so lackadaisically.
Opening the door, she let them in, noticing both were still wearing their baseball uniforms. She could smell the dried sweat on the pair of them as she shut the door and led them into her living room.
"What seems to be bothering you boys?" she asked, suddenly noting the way they were leering at her. Their stares made her pull her robe more tightly around her.
Ron stood there, his eyes level with hers, and he smiled at her, saying, "It's like this, Mrs. Cullen. We've heard you've been giving out free samples of pussy to some other guys on the team, and we figure it's time for us to have our share."
"What?" June said, staring at them, aghast. She couldn't imagine either boy shooting his mouth off indiscriminately. "Who told you such a thing?"
"Oh, don't worry," Ron continued, still smiling, talking in his half-whining voice. "No one actually told it to us. We sort of heard it being discussed by at least two of the guys with whom you've been making it. They're really good friends, those two guys. They tell each other everything."
"Oh my God!" June murmured, sitting on her sofa. She began trembling, afraid now that the Bilman boys knew, everyone would shortly know.
"So how about it?" Ron Bilman asked, tapping his foot.
"How about what?" she retorted, angry he should think of her as some tramp to be used so easily.
"Joe and I want some nookie," Ron insisted.
"Fine. Go and get it somewhere else. You're not getting anything from me."
Ron suddenly felt very stupid, confronting her as he had. Perhaps the smart thing would have been for him and Joe to retreat. But he felt ridiculous, and she was the one who was making him feel that way. Besides, from her reaction, it was still very possible Lou and Tommy had been telling the truth. He decided to run a final bluff.
Walking over to her, he said, "Look, Mrs. Cullen. We know you like sucking teenage cock." His words were loud and nasty, making her wince. And he, seeing he now had a small advantage, pressed it, gripping her soft shoulder in his sweaty hand, saying, "How many guys on the team have you fucked and sucked, huh? Hey, except for Joe and me, maybe you've screwed the whole team. Hey, maybe you've been putting out for the manager, too."
Suddenly he had both hands on her shoulders, pulling her to her feet, yanking her mouth against his. The abrupt movement made June flinch, and she pulled away, slapping him.
"Goddamn!" Ron bellowed. "I'll bet you didn't slap all them other guys." And he returned her slap, hitting her hard across the face with an open palm, twisting her head violently to the side. June, more frightened than ever, tried pulling away from the crazed boy. This only made him angrier, and he slapped her again, on her other cheek.
"Ron," she screamed. "Stop hitting me."
"Sure," he laughed, a streak of pure sadism suddenly pushing to the fore. "I'll stop hitting you so I can fuck you."
"Don't do this, Ron," she begged.
"You bet your ass I'm going to do this," he told her. "I'm going to do it good and proper, and so is Joe. Now suppose you be smart and take off that robe so we don't have to tear it off. Take it off and show us that luscious body of yours."
"Ron ... don't. Don't do things like this ... shaming me in front of your brother."
"Hey, what's the matter," he sneered. "D'you think Joe and I will be the only kids to see your bare ass? Come on, Mrs. Cullen, we all know better. And all those other guys have been fucking you regularly, so I think it's time Joe and I got in on it. Now get that robe off."
He grabbed the lapels of her robe and viciously pulled, tugging it open, exposing her to his eyes, as well as to those of his brother. The two boys stood there and stared.
June, feeling a cool rush of air caress her naked flesh, began quivering even more. Her hands came up to cover her breasts, but then she saw the boys staring at her groin.
What was the use? Hiding herself from their eyes was ridiculous. They'd rape her, just as her husband had always done. Besides, Ron was right, to some extent. There were other boys on the team who had seen all of her, and who had done a lot of things to her.
Gasping, she let her arms fall to her sides, standing in front of them, letting them know she was defeated. Ron reached out and yanked the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She shivered in humiliating fear, completely nude before the eyes of these lascivious boys.
"All right," Ron snapped, "now to show us how humble you are, suppose you get down on your knees. Hey, yeah, you're always trying to teach us to play the outfield by getting down on one knee to field the ball. So suppose you show us how you get down on both knees."
Frightened by the fifteen year old's overbearing attitude, plus the ugly sneer on his face, making him look even more gruesome than usual, she slowly sank to her knees. He stood straddle-legged in front of her, arms akimbo, evilly smiling down.
As she watched, more horrified by the moment, she saw him hurriedly unbuttoning his uniform pants. He dropped the pants along with his underwear, kicking off his sneakers and then pulling off the garments, as well. He moved hurriedly, anxious to get on with what was obviously a successful coercion. Less than a minute later, he stood like a seeming colossus above the naked body of the terrified, kneeling woman, his own nude body still shining with damp perspiration. She could smell him, and it wasn't a pleasant odor. Her eyes trailed down his youthful, hairless chest, and she shuddered as her terrified gaze fell on his massively erect cock. For a young boy, he was amazingly big. He was every bit as big as her husband. Kneeling there, staring at the heavy length and breadth of the member, she felt awed by its immensity. The pulsating, muscular extension seemed almost as long as the boy was tall. She wondered whether it was attached to him, or he was attached to it. Her belly shrank at the thought of her tight pussy having to accommodate such length and breadth. And Ron continued grinning his evil smile, getting a sadistic thrill from the fear in her wide eyes. He let one hand fall down to his cock, and he massaged it, noting the way her eyes continued staring at it.
"Like it?" he asked. "Tell me, coach, is the bat big enough? I'm gonna take it, along with my balls, and use it to slide into your home plate."
"Ron," she gasped, terrified, "you can't do this. It's forcible rape. Besides, something like that inside me will kill me. I could never handle it."
"Yeah, well what you're doing with us little kids is called statutory rape. And I've got my brother here to swear you lured us into your house and seduced us. It's two of us against one of you. Whose word d'you think the cops'll take. Believe me, you haven't got a prayer, Mrs. Cullen."
"My God!" she gasped, starting to cry out loud, tears pouring down her freckled cheeks in heavy streams.
She was more terrified with these boys than she'd been with her own husband. She knew what he was saying was true. The police tended to take the word of youngsters against that of an older person. She would do exactly as he said, even with his thirteen year old brother looking on.
"All right," she shuddered. "If you have to do it, then do it fast. Get it over with."
Ron stared down at the frightened woman and knew he had her where he wanted her. He could do as he pleased with her, and she wouldn't say a word to anyone. This built the sadistic feeling in him even higher. Just looking at her fabulous figure, knowing it was his to use as he saw fit, corrupted him all the more.
"I'm in no hurry," he told her. "Joe and I have all night. I can't see any reason why all three of us shouldn't really get to know each other very well. And I think this living room is a perfect place to do it. Right, Joe?"
"Right, Ron," the younger boy echoed.
Ron fell to his knees next to June, then he pushed her backward with his palms flat against her full, trembling breasts, until she was flat on her back on the soft carpet. June shut her eyes in an attempt to shut out the horrible sights, in the vain hope that not seeing it would make it easier for her to bear. She felt so totally naked and defenseless against his steely gaze. And the added humiliation and shame of having the younger brother, Joe, watching all that was happening, made her want to yell as loud as she could. She opened her eyes and looked up at his hovering figure, looking like some kind of devil about to invade her body. She wanted to scream even more, but she couldn't. All she could do was lie there, her firm, solid, quaking thighs spread apart, her breath tearing through her lungs so fast, she thought they would ignite. Her belly sucked in with fear as if he'd already injected her vagina with his throbbing mass of hardened cock.
Ron bent over her nakedly supine form, clamping his teeth on her left nipple, feeling her breast heave and shudder at the pressure of his mouth. She gasped, totally unprepared for the sharp biting of his teeth, and tried twisting away from his mouth. But his hands were already running over the silken smoothness of her delightful body, holding her tightly the way he wanted her.
Ron's lips and tongue began wildly sucking and licking their wet way across her tender, fleshy hillock, chewing the nipple all the harder, biting into it, then pulling it between hardened lips. And suddenly June felt winding tendrils of flame writhing through her. She was becoming aroused. Even though the boy was raping her, she was reacting much more quickly to what he was doing, than to anything her husband had ever done.
It was the loving enjoyment she'd had with Eric Drake. It seemed to make everything feel good. Now, when a hand, a mouth, or any part of a male body came into contact with her, her own body automatically reacted. She was enjoying it all, physically. At least, her body was enjoying it all, even though she was still terrified and frightened. Her mind fought, but her body refused to tighten up.
This was insane. The more he sucked on her nipple, the more her body reacted. The nipple, itself, was enlarged and thick. Her buttocks felt static electricity shooting through them as his hands roamed over them.
"You," he told her, "are going to get fucked like no one else has ever done it to you. I want Joe, here, my brother, to watch the way you're going to wriggle and move once I've stuck my man-sized cock into you. I want him to see how that sweet little chicken-like cunt of yours surrounds my cock, and how you beg me to go on fucking and fucking and fucking you."
June lay beneath him, terrified at the sound of his words, but more terrified because of the reactions of her body. He was not only going to fuck her, but shame her in every possible way. God! And she would have to lie under him, feel him poking his hard stick into her, and then contain his disgusting sperm as he streamed it into her. This was far more degrading than anything her husband had ever done to her. Even though her body was responding as he'd hoped, her mind still fought against what he wanted.
Ron's arms were tightly wrapped around her, now, clasping her delightfully nude torso to him, pulling her right up against him. They lay squashed together, his burning pike of penis trapped between her fear-clamped thighs, the head protruding on the other side, pressing against her buttocks. He writhed his loins against her thighs, and then one of his hands unwrapped itself from around her and moved down her back. She felt the finger poke between her thighs from the rear as it sought her hot, womanly hole. At first, her thighs remained clamped together, but his insistent pressure managed to push his finger into the coral slit, and little by little she felt the fingertip move higher, until it pressed against her shuddering clitoris. June was unable to repress a shudder at the sudden thrilling sensation seizing her. Her mouth opened to gasp, and suddenly she felt his thick, wet tongue stab into her mouth. He had bad breath, and it bothered her, though the heavy smell of sweat and dirt on his body irritated her just as much. As his tongue thrust deeper into her mouth, she sighed and groaned with hopeless agony, still trying to bring her body under control.
"Hey," Ron said, pulling his mouth from hers. "I got a better idea. For me to fuck you wouldn't be that much. But for you to do all the fucking, well now, that would really be something. So I'm going to lie on the floor, and you are going to sit on my cock, swallowing it up into your cunt. You are going to guide it there with your own hands."
He rolled off her and lay flat on the floor next to her, saying, "Come on, Mrs. Cullen. You mount me, just like I'm an upside down horse. Put your knees on both sides of me, and then sink down, letting your sweet cunt slide right over my cock."
June could have fought him, but what would have been the use? Sooner or later he would be getting his way. Besides, he might slap her some more if she disagreed with him, so she flung her thighs around him, sitting straight up, her long, flowing brown hair falling down her back. Her full breasts bounced sensuously, making Ron even hotter as he stared at them. The erect nipples stood out like pink beacons, creating the impression they were eyes in her chest. Her wide-open thighs were around his hips, and she could feel the wet, throbbing, smelly point of his hard cock directed at the wet, slavering slot of her tight cunt.
Tears continued pouring from her eyes as she thought of all that was about to happen. Just when happiness had suddenly come so close, it was eluding her again because of the terrible lust of these brothers. Though her body continued responding, and her emotions were building higher and higher, her mind was filled with loathing for these two boys. Looking down, through her tears she could see the way he was holding his solid prick upright, waiting for her to impale herself on it. As she moved lower, she could see the red point slowly spreading the pink lips of her cunt. The lust-swollen hardness of his rigid phallus seemed to push strongly into the soft, pink flesh of her dilating vagina. The instant touch of his rough, inflamed glans against the warm membranes of her tender opening created new, strong, licentious thrills which seemed to corkscrew through her entire body, moving straight up into her brain, making her expanded nipples even harder. Her pussylips were being spread wider and wider, and suddenly ...
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, feeling the first strong pressure of his cock-head as it forced the tunnel walls of her vagina to separate. "No ... Ron ... no ... no ... no ... don't ... you're too thick...."
"Stay cool, coach," the evil-looking Ron told her, smiling up at her with a lewd sadism. "You don't want my kid brother to think you don't like big cocks, do you?" he taunted.
Ron's hands reached up and tightly gripped her naked, writhing asscheeks, holding her in place, securely latched atop his upthrust spike. Then he rammed his hips upward again and again, shoving it deeper and deeper between her trembling, vital, tense pussylips.
"Stop!" June screamed. "For the love of God, stop!" she wept as the bloated point of his swollen cock moved through layer after layer of hot, vaginal resistance, widely stretching the moist interior of her narrow vagina until June thought she was being halved. She writhed and shuddered, staring down into his evil-smiling face, seeing the triumph written all over him. Jesus! He was tearing her tight pussy, ripping membranes, and he was glorying in every little bit of it. And she looked at Joe, noticing how he was no less sadistic than his brother in enjoying what he was seeing. The slow, terrible, agonizing, continued penetration of her naked, defenseless cunt seemed to arouse the heat in both boys.
But the smile on Ron's face was slowly wiped away as her body continued sinking down. It was replaced by total animalism, and he didn't want to drag this thing out any longer. He wanted to totally fuck her, and fuck her now. There was this unearthly burning inside him that told him her cunt had to be totally crammed full of his seething meat.
"Oooooooh!" the kneeling coach cried out in a high-pitched voice as she felt the blistering solidity of his thundering poker ram itself all the way up into her wickedly tormented vagina. There was no stopping the drive of the upward moving cock as her body sank lower and lower, his madly pulsating solidity cramming itself through the tender, wet flesh of her cuntal walls, feeling the membranes seemingly roll around it.
"Ayyaaaggghhhhh!" she yelled. "You're cutting me in two."
She couldn't recall ever feeling so totally crammed full of phallic meat in her entire life. And to Ron, it felt as if his knifing cock was slicing through wet tissue, tearing the flesh to shreds as he drove into her without mercy, not caring whether or not he harmed her.
There wasn't a single millimeter of his cock she couldn't feel and sense as it buried itself in the hot, gripping flesh of her sweet pussy, like a sword of flesh being sheathed in a scabbard of flesh.
Ron lay still for a moment, his darkened face bathed in more perspiration as she leaned forward, her face only inches from his. Jesus! He couldn't get over how tight she was. He had heard something about her having given birth to two kids, both now older than he. But she was so tight inside he found it hard to believe. Shit! She was tighter than the one or two girls he had fucked in the girls' locker room, in school. God! The hold her cunt had on his cock was unbelievable.
June was also immobile for the moment. She was terrified of moving, frightened of the pain it would bring. Even though her body cried out for more of the wonderful feeling hidden inside, her mind remembered the agony, and she was afraid of it. Oh God! Why did he have to show up? Why did he have to puncture all the happy thoughts she'd been having? What had she ever done to deserve this wickedness?
She lay there gasping, but otherwise too terrified to make a move. And then she felt a heavy thickness press into her cervix as Ron rammed his cock the last inch and a half into her, literally penetrating her womb, forcing it to stretch and accommodate his broad, twitching length. The pulsing cockhead flexed, broadening itself even more, thereby stretching her cervix a bit more.
"Uuuuhhhhnnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, her face -lined with etched pain.
"How does it feel to have a real cock inside you, instead of some piddling piddler?" he taunted, flexing his phallus again as he stared up into her beautiful face.
"Annnggghhh!" she groaned, her voice gasping all the more loudly this time, the muscles in her neck standing out from the pressure.
"I asked how you liked having the thick cock of a real man inside you," Ron Bilman snapped, once again flexing his member, leering up at her, almost totally delighted at the agony she was suffering.
"Unnhhh ... i-it's good," she whimpered, too frightened to offend him. The pain was excruciating.
"So you like it," Ron laughed. "Good! Beg me to keep it in."
"Ohhhh Godddd! No, no, I won't. I won't. It hurts."
"Beg me to let you keep on riding my cock, bitchy coach," Ron yelled at her, and his licentiously swollen cock throbbed all the harder inside her torridly trembling cunt. "Beg and show my brother how much you love having me inside you."
"Uhhhh ... Ron, please, please ... stop ... don't ... uhhhh ... do this...." she wept with what little strength she had left.
It was bad enough he was physically tearing her apart. But to shame her in front of his younger brother, just to make himself appear macho was too much of a burden for her to bear. What little pride she had was the only thing she had left. To beg would be the ultimate, humiliating surrender. He had stripped her of everything else. She couldn't beg him and let her take that final vestige of self-respect. She just couldn't do it.
"Beg, coach," Ron insisted, his eyes glowing and swollen, a savage flame burning inside him. "I want my kid brother to hear you beg me to fuck you."
"Ohhhhhh...." she cried, she sobbed as he flexed his phallus inside her again. The pain was too much. She couldn't bear it. "Go on," she gasped into his face. "Do it. Do it."
"Do it to me," he mimicked. "Do what to you, coach? Wha is it you want me to do to you?"
"Fuck me, you bastard," she screamed through gritted teeth, tears pouring from her eyes, running down her cheeks, spattering on his face and neck.
She felt completely shamed and degraded, now. God! She was a whore, pure and simple. No, even a whore was better than she. At least a whore used her cunt to make money. She wasn't even doing that.
Anger churned through her brain as she felt his evil cock once again flex itself inside her vaginal chamber. She was lost. If Ron knew what was going on with the other boys, it was a sure bet he'd be telling someone else. Soon the entire town would know June Cullen was the local bawd. There was no hope her husband would not eventually find out. He would divorce her on the grounds of adultery, and she would be without any means of support. And it was a sure bet Eric would avoid her like the plague after that. And still his flaming cock flared inside her pulsating pussy, causing pain, but worst of all, building thrills along with the pain. Her hot cunt was a traitor to the rest of her body.
Ron, sensing the total surrender of her dignity, smiled, gripped her hips tightly, and proceeded to slowly rock up and down between her posting thighs. He felt her wet, burning womanly self involuntarily dilate with each of his upward strokes, as his hard cock seemed to smooth out the ripples in her soft, vaginal chamber. And with each thrust he heard her grunt out her shameful surrender to him. To him, it was a delightful, delicious sound. He knew her mind was still closed to him as a person, but he didn't care. One didn't fuck a woman's mind. One fucked her body, and her body was open to him. There was a burning streak of lasciviousness inside this woman, and Ron knew he was bringing it out, a little at a time. Hell! Her husband was probably a cold cock, and what she needed was a good hot prick to really bring her off. And that was just what Ron was doing. He was going to fuck her again and again and again, until she let him know she loved him. He was egotistical enough to believe he could really make her flip over him.
June was certain his thrusting prick would slice her into two equal parts. His thick cock was literally an auger, drilling up into her heart and lungs. And soon it would be coming out her mouth.
Pain, she thought, more pain, and more pain. All I deserve is pain for being such a wanton tramp. Yes, hurt me, hurt me, make me pay for being so filthy.
There was no longer any reason for her to fight. A latent streak of masochism had taken hold of her. Though the agony of her fight against the cock now embedded in her still sent wild chills up and down her spine, she wanted the pain.
Slowly, carefully, almost imperceptibly, her body began rocking until it was moving at a speed it had never moved at, before. The long thick cock relentlessly speared into her again and again. New, burning torments thrilled her with every one of his upward stabs. Christ! Was she insane! What was happening inside her? She was being fired again and again by the painful thickness of the hard cock working in and out, in and out.
The hysterical woman's entire body began madly writhing, and she suddenly flung her face on his, clamping her mouth to his lips, slicing into his throat with her tongue. In spite of his halitosis, or perhaps because of it, she wanted more and more of him as she humped up and down, a wild woman. Gasps of total acceptance of what he was doing burst from her mouth into his throat, her face -lined with anguished passion. Now she could feel the pulsating wet warmth of her sucking cunt suddenly bursting open, but not tearing apart. The muscles were yielding, stretching, opening to accept his breadth, seemingly happy to receive his solid dork. There was no longer any thought in her mind of resisting him. No, there was no thought of anything other than to enjoy what she could, kneeling above the man on whose skewer she was impaled, trying to return some of the hurt as well as some of the pleasure he had given to her.
"You are a bastard," she growled, biting his lip. "You are a rotten, woman-hurting, miserable bastard," she bellowed at him.
Ron, who had been the master of the situation until that moment, was suddenly terrified. He had been fucking her, and now she was fucking him. She was slamming her ass down on his pelvis, taking his full length into her cervix, and enjoying it. Her asscheeks seemed determined to smash his pelvis as they slammed down again and again and again.
"You wanted me to beg," she snapped. "Now I'm not begging, I'm ordering. Run your hands all over my body and make me feel good. And let me tell you, if I don't feel good, I'm going to close my cunt around your cock and pull it out of your body by the roots. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes ma'am," Ron nodded, almost as terrified now, as she had been, moments before.
He ran his hands over her silky smooth body, feeling the firm muscles under the taut flesh as her satiny skin began rippling. The hot, flaming funnel of her sucking cunt sucked at his rigid gristle, pulling it deeper and deeper into her womb all the time. His brain was spinning madly, as he suddenly realized the victory he had hoped to achieve over this beautiful woman was turning into defeat. He had come to possess her, but the truth was, she was possessing him. He had hoped to fuck her at his leisure in the future, whenever it pleased him. Now, he realized, he would be happy to get out of here alive. But the worst part of it was, he knew, if she demanded he return another time to fuck her, he would instantly obey.
June pressed her knees tightly around Ron's muscular loins, moving rapidly up and down, trying to shove his long, thick broadsword of cock into her steaming depths. Her ass was riding on his sperm-swollen testicles, and she felt even more aroused, feeling the wrinkled sac and scrubby hairs tease her smooth buttock flesh. Up she rose, so his wanton cock came sliding out of her, all sleek and shiny and covered with the film of her secretions, now a slave to her whims. Then down she went. She crammed all of his wet solidity up into her sucking, anxious, hungry pussy, its head ramming through the narrow hole of her cervix, widening and enlarging it. The wildly thrilled female coach completely surrendered herself to the demands of her body, feeling the tremulous sensations pour through her system, as she danced up and down, up and down over Ron Bilman's solidly upthrust cock. She kept moving, feeling as if she could climax by her movements, alone.
All the while, young Joe Bilman had been watching the proceedings, feeling his own heat build higher and higher. When June had sunk her body down on his brother's rigid prong, Joe had kneeled behind them, watching as the mighty truncheon sank to its fullest in the steaming furrow of the down-sliding cunt. Ron had told him to wait until summoned, but watching all that was taking place had gotten him so hot and bothered he could no longer control himself.
His body even heavier with smelly perspiration than that of his brother, the younger boy all but tore off his uniform, and in a matter of seconds was as naked as the other two people in the room. Kneeling beside the gasping, writhing couple, he forced June to sit up so he could cup her breasts with his hands, tugging and pulling on the nipples, feeling how long, thick, and elastic they felt. Oh God! This was the first time he'd ever touched a woman's breasts, and the feeling was nothing short of terrific. They swelled even larger because of his touch, and looked as if they would burst like overripe strawberries from the way he was handling them.
June, instantly aware of his presence, opened her eyes and looked at the boy. She watched the way his fingers continued playing with her nipples, palming the heavy globes of her weighty breasts, and she looked down to see his slender, youthful penis, so much thinner and smaller than that of his brother, as it jutted out from between his thighs. Once again, pangs of conscience bothered her for a brief instant. The idea of each brother watching her, seeing her being handled by the other brother, made her feel ashamed. But the thick cock of Ron Bilman, pressing up into her heated vagina, seemed to broaden a bit more as he quickened his thrusting.
"Ron," the younger boy gasped. "I can't hold back much longer. I'm going to pop a wad into her side if I don't sink my cock somewhere."
"Use her mouth," Ron gasped, humping his hips up more wildly. "Oh Jesus! What a cunt!"
"Yes," June snapped. "Stand over your brother's face and bring your cock to my mouth. Maybe I'll suck it, or if it pleases me, I might bite it off."
"N-no," the boy gasped, terrified.
"She ain't going to bite it off," Ron bellowed from underneath her seated body, regaining some slight composure. "Go on, shove your cock in her mouth. I'll bet she sucks as great as she fucks."
Taking a firm hold on his youthful cock, Joe straddled his brother's head with his ankles and slowly moved forward, as June lowered her head and moved forward.
"Yeah," he gasped. "Suck me! Suck me good. Eat my cock."
June hated the brazen behavior of the smaller boy. He was a carbon copy of his brother in every way, only he was behaving brashly while two years younger than the smartass on whose hard cock she was already speared. But in spite of the heavy stench emanating from the younger boy's groin, the trembling penis, surrounded by so few dark hairs, looked so innocently delicious, she was unable to resist it. Though she hated these boys for having aroused her body this way, she found she was a slave to her physical desires. The only reality in life was the burning flame blowtorching through her wetly pulsating vagina, the internal flames licking up inside both thighs, needing the contents of the hose already buried in her seething muff to put the fire out. Her body bounced more and more swiftly, making him hump that much faster as the leaking oil dribbled down all over his pelvis, thighs, and balls. There was no way for her to resist the wide-awake lusting torments of her body. She hated the two males, but needed their cocks.
With loud, grunting whimpers, June reached forward and gripped Joe's cock with her left fist. She stroked it back and forth, watching the way the tiny, burgeoning little head seemed to swell and recede. She noted the boy was as unlike his brother cock-wise, as he was attempting to be like him in every other way.
Impaled on Ron's throbbing cock, her face less mere inches from Joe's quivering cock. She gripped it tightly, yanking it back and forth, driving the young boy insane with sensation, tugging it in time to the way she was riding the thicker penis.
In what appeared to be languid slow motion, her wet, open mouth came forward, and suddenly her tongue came easing from between her lips, its point tickling the wet slit in Joe's pulsating penis. She began licking a little more strongly, as if trying to stab her tongue all the way into his tiny hole.
Joe, feeling a tongue touch his young cock for the first time, took a deep breath, thrilling at the unbelievably delightful contact. He gasped, and his knees almost buckled. June had to press on his kneecaps with her palms to keep him standing erect. Her lips, a tight elastic ribbon, began sucking madly, pulling his slender length against her tongue and palate a little at a time. Soon she had the entire slender length inside the heated cavern of her sucking mouth. Her hands were holding his ass in place, massaging his buttocks, making him wriggle all the more. And then her mouth began stroking back and forth on the slim hardness, keeping time with the way her tight cunt was bouncing up and down on Ron's stolid pole.
"Oh Jesus!" young Joe gasped. "She has some fantastic mouth."
"Yeah," the older brother grinned, wickedly. "I'm going to have to try it, one of these days. Right now, I'm enjoying her delectable pussy."
June could feel the young boy's pulsating reaction and began sucking the pencil-thin penis more strongly, the edges of her teeth lightly biting into his flesh, leaving bloodless white trails on the skin surface. Her tongue lapped wildly over, under, and around, and each time she pulled her head back, her lips ringed his shuddering glans, pulling on them and sucking as if it were a piece of thick, sugary, tasty cherry candy.
June felt the heat become more intense in her burning cunt. The flames were almost overpowering, and she rode faster and faster, feeling his cock pile drive more and more strongly into her simmering hole.
Sliding her mouth from Joe's throbbing penis, she called down to Ron, "Faster, you rotten kid. Fuck faster," and then yanked Joe's cock back into her mouth, making all kinds of muffled sounds to urge the two boys to move more quickly. She wanted to be torn to bits by these two penises. Her mind still hinted at the dismal prospect of what lay ahead after tonight, and if these boys were going to be the cause of future suffering on her part, she was going to get as much from them as she could. Overpowering, inundating thrills of wonderfully lascivious rapture trammeled through her entire body. Her complete, kneeling, naked self was expanding, as if ready to burst at any moment, erupting into a flow of blasting lava as her body continued moving between the pulsating phalluses, stroking through her as if they were a single pipe attached to the two boys through her body. They plunged in and out of her together, and she felt as if the two penial points would meet together somewhere inside her aching, craving belly.
Her mouth sucked on the cheesy smelling penis in front of her, and at the same time rode down hard against the throbbing cock slamming into her hungry womb. Her vaginal walls seemed to be opening the least bit wider, accepting him more readily, and yet, her tissues clung to his cock so tightly, she knew if his cock were yanked out and a thermometer substituted, her cunt would cling just as tightly to it.
Joe's penis seemed so thin, June thought she could probably take it in her rectum with no discomfort whatsoever, even without lubrication, first. But Joe was too engrossed in plugging into her mouth to think of anything else.
It was Ron who suddenly decided he wanted to feel her asshole wrapped around his thick cock.
"Joe," he yelled up to his brother. "You get under here and take my place in her hot cunt. I'm going to fuck her ass."
June felt her blood suddenly freezing in her veins. A thick cock like this, without proper lubrication, would tear the channel of her rectum to shreds. Was this boy crazy? He was totally involved in his own enjoyment, not giving a damn about anyone else. And as a result he would be the cause of more than one female suffering tormented agonies. The whole problem at the moment was, she, June, was the first one. Her brain spun frantically, trying to think of ways to hold him off. She didn't even feel Joe's throbbing cock pull out with a loud popping sound.
"No," she snapped at Ron, trying to reassert her command over him as he slid out from beneath her. "You won't fuck me there. You're too thick."
"Coach-lady," the evil grinning boy told her. "That's just what I'm going to do. You might call this a squeeze play. Your asshole is going to squeeze my cock. And don't give me no shit about your being afraid. You'll love it. You love everything to do with fucking. You're a bitch in constant heat. You need to be fucked all the time. All three of your holes should be used again and again. Hell! Someone should even try screwing into your navel and your ears. Every hole in your body was made for fucking. Besides, I deserve to fuck you in the ass. You shouldn't punish me for having such a terrific prick."
"No, no, no," June insisted, trying to clamp her thighs shut, but young Joe had already squirmed beneath her, where his brother had been before, and before she could clamp her thighs closed, she felt his slender penis sliding easily into her tight tunnel. And her inner muscles automatically adjusted, closing around it, folding over it, tightly holding it inside.
Joe's fingers gripped her hips and held her tightly against him, but he raised the center of his body, so she appeared to be draped over him, raising her ass for Ron's benefit.
"Hey, Ron," Joe called out. "You were right. She has a fabulous cunt."
June turned her head, looking back over her shoulder, watching as Ron scuttled forward, his thighs wide apart, looking more like a crab than ever.
"You'll make me bleed," she told him.
"Good," Ron smiled. "The blood will make it easier than ever for me to slide my cock into your tight ass."
"Hey, take it easy," Joe laughed, prodding his little cock a bit higher into her pussy. "Ron's good at everything he does. Just stay nice and loose, and I'll bet you could fit a barber pole in your ass."
"Hey, I'm a nice guy," Ron told her. "I ain't going to go in without making it nice and greasy, first. Hey, Joe, you just hold her tight, and don't let her up. I'll be right back."
June watched as the boy suddenly backed away, then scuttled into her kitchen. A moment later, he was back with a jar. It was mayonnaise.
Opening the jar, the boy used his fingers to pull out a liberal amount and daub it against her rectal opening. At first, she felt the cold glop touch her, and she shivered. Then she felt him working the mess into her rectum. He seemed to scoop out more and more from her jar and put it into her tight asshole until she felt bloated with the creamy ooze. Then he put the jar down on a table, and kneeled behind her, looking straight up into her anal area.
"Yeah," he muttered, "it was just like I said. It's a real chicken pussy and chicken ass. And now I'm going to feast on some of that chicken, along with the mayonnaise."
He moved his face closer, taking deep breaths, as if enjoying sniffing the mayonnaise he'd slopped all over her rear. He trembled, feeling like a buck who'd found a doe ready for the taking. His mouth was wide open, and he slammed it against her ass, sucking in the salad dressing covering her outer cheeks.
June shuddered and stiffened, suddenly feeling his tongue lick through the mayonnaise and come into contact with the outer muscular ring of her anus. Her entire body tensed as his tongue snaked out and wetly lapped up and down her entire crack, the tip actually tickling her labia, just barely missing the hole into which his brother's thin cock was already buried. And then she felt the tongue-tip return to her asshole and lick the sphincter again and again as he made throaty sounds of enjoyment, letting her know how much he liked what he was doing. His tongue made her writhe uncontrollably, but Ron's hands took a firm grip on her asscheeks, holding her rigidly in place and jamming her cunt all the way down on his anxious brother's pulsating prick.
"Keep that ass still," he warned her. "I'm going to lick it so my cock'll slide in nice and easy."
The sex-crazed boy began hungrily lapping at her bumhole, licking out the mayonnaise he had deposited inside. His tongue ran around the rim again and again, then tried spearing into the sensitive center of her rigidly taut rectum. He licked again and again, then flattened his tongue into her anal crack and slurped some more, lapping between her wide-open asscheeks. She twitched and writhed spastically, squirming under the older brother's tongue, shuddering and quaking, feeling the moving cock in her cunt enhance her inner, licentious desires.
Ron lapped like a cow at a saltlick, and his rutting tongue was slowly driving her insane, once again working to defeat her negative attitude. He was determined to fuck her asshole, and when he finally finished licking, he half-rose, prepared to inject his hard cock into her.
"No!" she screamed, her voice so loud it almost shattered the window glass.
Outside the house, Eric Drake had just stopped his car and had gotten out. He heard her screeching cry as he neared the front door. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door and hurried inside. The tableau before him caused him to freeze for an instant.
He saw June, on her knees, her cunt filled with the small cock of the smaller Bilman boy, and her eyes dripping tears all over the boy's face as he tightly clutched her to him, gasping out all kind of lewd words. He also saw her wriggling her ass, trying to escape from what the older Bilman boy was about to do. There was no doubt in his mind the two boys had forced themselves on her.
Charging into the room, he clipped Ron Bilman on the side of the head, knocking him off June, and against the coffee table. Then he reached down, yanked June off Joe, and gently sat her on the sofa. Before Joe could get up, Drake was on him, hauling him up by the throat.
Dragging Joe over to where his brother lay, Drake grabbed the older boy's throat, then said, "I saw you two, and I'm a witness you were raping Mrs. Cullen. I heard her screaming and crying, but the two of you went right on forcing her to do whatever made you happy. Well you aren't getting away with it. I'm going to call the police."
"Eric, no," June pleaded, hurriedly wrapping her robe around her.
June knew if the police came, and in-depth examination would be made, and it might come out that June was also fucking for Lou Hibalso and Tommy Keith. That was the kind of publicity June could do without.
Drake, thinking she was worried her relationship with him might be exposed, finally relented. He forced the two boys to put on their baseball uniforms, then said, "The only reason I'm keeping you guys on the team is, if we threw you off now, everyone would be wondering why. And if it came out about what you did to Mrs. Cullen, then her own good name would be ruined. So let me warn you now, if any word of what's happened tonight starts bouncing around, or if you say anything to anyone and it gets back to me, I'm going to find the two of you and jam your cocks into the garbage disposal. Now get the hell on out of here, and don't let me catch either one of you near here again."
When the two boys were finally gone, Drake went to the kitchen and made two cups of coffee. June, who was still shaking from her near-experience with disaster, began calming down as the scalding liquid made its way down her throat.
"Feeling better?" Drake asked.
"Uh huh," she nodded.
"Whatever made those two punks think they could get away with a stunt like this?" he asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "But they almost did."
"Yeah, I can see that. After what they did to you, I don't suppose you're in the mood for anything other than a good night's rest."
"Well to tell you the truth, just before you came in, Ron had shoved some mayonnaise into my rectum to lubricate it, and then he licked it. I'm hot for an assfuck."
"Well then," he smiled, "let's go."
CHAPTER TEN
Because June was in such heat, they didn't leave the house and hurry away to a motel. This time, they went upstairs to her bedroom, where both were soon totally naked and writhing on the bed. He licked her body all over, teasing her earlobes, licking into her ears, lapping at her throat, and kissing her breasts. June had made one hurry-up stop in the bathroom just before entering the bedroom, washing all of the two brothers' saliva from her body. She cleaned herself from top to bottom, satisfied there was no residue left from either of the Bilman brothers. She was glad neither of them had come inside her. Now, as Drake licked her body, she sensually wriggled and gasped. His fingers fluttered over her tender flesh, easing the tension in her, draining the soreness from her quivering body.
"God, but you're good for me," she gasped.
"And you do nice things for me," he admitted.
He licked her navel, teasing and tickling it, and then lapped lower, letting his tongue sink into the fuming depths of her humid vagina, licking with maddening thrusts. June writhed again and again, trying to clamp her thighs around his head, feeling him always manage to elude the clutch of her limbs. Yet his tongue managed to be everywhere at once, licking her thighs, touching creases and crevices, making her feel more and more aroused.
Now his tongue was dipping lower, sinking into her anal regions, licking at the lubricating mayonnaise Ron Bilman's tongue hadn't been able to reach. He tasted her saltiness mixed with the white salad dressing, and licked all the more vigorously.
June's body was lustily churning now, and every muscle in her nakedly quivering self was tense. When he spun her over onto her belly, while keeping his tongue in contact with her vibrating anal hole, she squealed out her delight. Tensely, she strained her hips back against the probe of his tongue as it opened her buttocks all the wider. His teeth began chewing on her cheeks and she sighed with delicious sensations as he bit into her almost nerveless flesh.
Drake lapped a long time, knowing he would have to undo the evil wrought by the two brothers. In spite of June's enjoyment of it all, he could feel the tension still locked in her body.
God! June thought. Eric's tongue is so good.
She loved the feel of it as it delved between her asscheeks again and again. Even after the way he had excited her before, she had never expected him to be this good a second time, slowly draining the fear out of her. Her feelings for him were becoming much stronger, and she knew if they continued this way, as time passed, she would be giving him the love she had wanted to give her own husband. Her updrawn asscheeks relaxed a bit more, and when his hands pulled them a bit wider apart, he found much less resistance. She was only sorry she couldn't suck his cock while he was licking her anus.
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss...." she gasped, feeling the way his tongue was stabbing deeply into her rectal interior, probing, licking, spearing, rousing her body and her mind to wonderful heights. As long as she was with Eric, she felt secure.
Behind her nudely kneeling ass, Drake finally decided it was time to plunge ahead, and so withdrew his mouth and positioned himself directly at her anal aperture. Wrapping his arms around her, he brought his shivering cock closer and closer to her rectum, finally letting the tip rest against the starred hole.
Once or twice the wet penis seemed to slip, and so it slid up and down in the tight crevice before finally finding its way back to her rectal crosshairs. The quivering and jerking of it as it moved through her asscrack made June tremble with expectation. Her anus was throbbing, lewdly offering itself to his cock, begging to be impaled.
June could feel his thickness working up and down, touching her asshole, then sliding away, then returning to it in a crazed attempt to lock in on the little pucker.
"You do it," Drake whispered to her. "Reach back and put my cock right up against that sweet asshole of yours."
Yes, June thought. It was only right. His was the cock that had delightfully invaded that region before, and because of it, her anal interior was clamoring for more. Now that his hands were tightly clasped around her hips and thighs, the only thing left was for her to guide his missile into her narrow target.
No longer did the thought of sodomy seem like some kind of wicked perversion to June. Rather her inner body tingled with wanton excitement, aching to feel his thick lance buried in her rectal sanctuary. What was more, she wanted him to press a finger into her pussy at the same time, and she told him as much. He agreed, and told her once his cock was in her ass, he'd push his entire hand into her vagina if that would please her.
Reaching between her thighs with her right hand, she got a solid grip on his wavering cock, and began tugging it back and forth. As she pulled on it, she heard Eric Drake sigh with licentious gaspings as her tight fist caressed it, as if revering it. The heatedly aroused woman could feel the hot, spasmodic pulsings against her palm, and the wetly seeping oil of his arousal continued seeping from the blood-engorged point. Shivering with anxiety, she guided it into the valley between her firm, rounded hillocks, keeping the point pressed tightly against her until it poked at the crinkle of her asshole. Her hand held it in place, and then she actually began tugging on it, as if trying to pull it into her. God! She wanted this wonderful cock buried into her tight ass again. She needed it.
"Yes, Eric darling," she whispered. "Fuck me there. Do it now. Do a good job of it."
She gasped and sighed, feeling him slowly thrust his ponderous cock forward in an anxious probe. He kept the pressure continuous, refusing to back off or yield to the tightness of the orifice. He had been in there, before. True, there was no petroleum jelly being used, but the mixture of saliva, plus whatever was left of the mayonnaise would suffice.
Abruptly, her anal muscles opened, and suddenly the thick head was slowly moving in. With a grunt of wanton enjoyment, Drake pushed forward, and June felt a fantastic heightening of pressure in her anus. And then, because she was apprehensive and a little tight, there was pain as he continued thrusting forward. June yelled, then she tried twisting away from him, but he had a firm grip on her. God! This was the pain she had always feared. The bout with Ron Bilman had made her so tense, even though she felt loving and warm with Drake beside her, she was terrified of having her rectum ripped beyond repair. She felt the head of the thick pole, lodged inside her sphincter, still pushing, as if trying to push her rectum into her intestine, and then push her intestine into her belly. She twitched and shuddered, jerking her body back and up at him in an attempt to buck him off, but his hands continued soothing her flesh, and his own loins continued pushing forward, feeling the greasiness of her anal pathway -lined, as it was, with mayonnaise.
"I love you," he whispered to her. "God only knows, I've known you a very short time, but I love you. And because I love you, I can't back out, now."
He pushed forward mercilessly, knowing the lubrication in her ass was enough to keep him from doing any permanent damage. He pushed harder and harder, and little by little his solid mass of muscle slid deeper and deeper, until the entire length of his cock was once again buried in her tight asshole.
"Unnnggghhhh!" she gasped, sighing in pain, tugging him down.
"Relax," he insisted, "Loosen your muscles. Let it fit in nicely, as it did the time before. Just relax."
They lay there, his front to her back, unmoving until she slowly rose to her knees again. Little by little the agony in her asshole began easing.
"Now," he told her, and putting pressure on her knees, he spiraled his cock in and out, frantically pounding his massive muscular piece of meat through her delicate channel like an unrelenting fist pummeling its way into an enemy's belly. But her tight rectal channel seemed to expand all the more with each thrust.
June could feel the hose-like flail racing lustily into her solid bottom as she strained back against his assaults, gasping as the air seemed to whoosh from her lungs with each forward thrust. Once again the pleasure she had felt the first time was burning its way through her rectum. She was enjoying what she was feeling, though the pain was still there. And his hand was writhing against her belly, working lower, until he was able to touch her tender vaginal lips. Then, little by little his finger slowly moved into her, pushing a little at a time. And for the first time, June felt the invasion of her rectum and her vagina at the same time. She had been terrified it would hurt. She could still feel the pain in her rectum, but it was easing as his solid baton slid in and out, in and out, and now she could feel the pressure of his cock against the thin, membraneous wall of flesh separating her rectal channel from her vaginal interior. His finger was working its way ever deeper, and part of his thumb was rubbing her clitoris, as well. The gasps starting to come from her were not those of agony or pain, but were sounds of delight. Rising sensations of licentious, wanton thrills were being fed by her lustful squirmings against this wonderful man, forcing the pleasure to build in two places at once. He was a wonderful man.
The rummaging cock in her asshole felt as if it were something alive. The solid, elastic point felt as if it were rubbing against her stomach lining, and he could feel his finger as it pressed in from the vaginal side of the thin, separating membrane.
God! The man was no longer someone or something separate. He and she were one, locked together, cock to ass, and in spite of the pain she had felt before, there were hungry, lusting cries coming from her mouth. Her nostrils dilated and she was able to inhale the exciting, pungent scents of their enjoined bodies. It was an erotic, arousing aroma, and now she thrust her buttocks back hard, with the intention of enjoying the feel of his thrusting cock. The moving finger in her hot pussy, added to the thumb titillating her clitoris, plus the hard cock pressing into her rectum seemed to all mesh together in her aching belly. Her sucking, tugging muff pulled as tightly on his single, inthrust finger as her rectum tugged on his hard cock. Wild, quivering, thrilling sensations began building up all over her body at once.
Now she was wickedly rotating her luscious thighs, pounding back, then forward, her ass enclosing the thrusting cock, while her tight nest clung to his wickedly stabbing finger. The two solid impaling pieces of masculinity in her seemed to be attaching themselves to her, as if becoming a part of her and separating themselves from him.
"Fuck!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh yesssssss ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me everywhere at once."
Grabbing his other hand, she pulled it from around her waist and tugged the fingers to her mouth. She began licking the fingers, and then she started thrusting them into her mouth in tandem with the way she was feeling his hard cock stab into her cunt, as well as his other hand work against her vagina.
Again and again Drake pounded into her, slamming his hot cock into her bowels as if this would be the fuck to end all fucks. The clutch of her ass on his throbbing penis, and the tug of her cunt on his fingers, added to the way she was almost biting off the fingers of his other hand, built him to new, exciting highs his body had never fully known, before.
God! This was the woman meant for him. Even if he couldn't marry her or run off with her, he had to keep her with him whenever possible. It wouldn't be too great a problem from his side. He liked to go hunting and camping a lot, and his wife hated it. He could take June, assuming she was willing.
But now was no time to think of the future. He felt his hard cock swelling even more, and he knew his orgasm was rising. There was no way he could hold it back, and he rubbed her tight pussy all the faster with his fingers, especially rubbing his thumb against her vellicating clit.
"Coming...." he gasped...." Ohhhhh Goddddd ... COMMMMMIINNNGGGGUUHHH!"
June humped her buttocks back solidly, madly slamming her cheeks against his working thighs. She could feel the heated blasts of orgasmic fluid shooting through her asshole, running straight up into her taut belly.
Now it was her turn. She hunched over, feeling the shooting cock in her ass still solid as her body trapped his hand inside her blistering vagina. She rubbed back and forth with maddening, short strokes, and suddenly her own mouth was open as she began screaming, "EEEEYYYYAAAGGGHHHH!"
Her body began bucking all the more wildly as her vagina closed so tightly around his inthrust finger it stopped the blood from circulating inside it. Her asshole clenched his softening cock, preventing it from sliding out, and it took all her willpower not to bite right through the fingers still in her mouth.
The two of them fell on their sides, still locked together and humped back and forth. He was gasping loudly, still spurting thick drops of his heavenly fluid into her anus.
Like all wonderful things, this ended. Finally, he was able to withdraw all of him from inside all of her. He lay back on the bed, completely out of breath.
For the next half hour they simply lay there, not saying a word. Then, when his strength began returning to him, he asked her if she would like to spend more time with him, going away on trips.
June loved the idea. She knew her husband would never be suspicious, since he was away from home most of the time, himself. And if he should happen to be home, she could always claim she was visiting an out-of-town relative, calling the relative in advance and setting up an alibi for herself. Yes, all in all, the future looked wonderful. And best of all, she would be able to continue coaching the little league team.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
June's fear of her husband would have remained, had he not become diabetic. Just why it is men with diabetes eventually become impotent is something medical science cannot answer at the moment, but it is factual.
Martin, when he was at home, became progressively less demanding, and eventually June was doing more oral/genital work with him than anything else. But even then, his thick cock no longer reached full hardness, and it could no longer strangle her. Once in a very great while he got it hard enough to stick in her vagina, but with the passage of months his demands on her were becoming less and less.
To compensate for his flagging interest in sex, Martin Cullen became more and more immersed in his work. As a result, he was away from home more and more, and so June had more time to spend with Eric Drake.
Much as she enjoyed being with Eric, the only time she felt she was accomplishing something was when she was with the team. She found those boys enjoying her "favors" were playing better ball than the others, and so she eventually gave herself to all the boys on the team, one at a time. As a result, the team not only won the little league championship of the village, but of the entire country. And though the Taiwanese were supposed to be invincible, coming to the U.S. every year and walking off with the Senior little league trophy, this was one year an American team won. After all, June had promised them more of herself if they won, and with an offer like that, it was impossible to lose.
