All of us are guilty of accepting things and situations at face value. Perhaps the ubiquitous television and the weekly avalanche of news material to which we are all exposed adds to this fairly human tendency. The media being what it is, everything is thought out for us there is little left to challenge the brain.
We accept unthinkingly that such a thing is so, just because we see it or read it. And it is only natural that this all-accepting attitude carries over into other walks of life. For example, judging a man's appearance, we assume he is rich or poor. Perhaps we even make the same assumption on the basis of the automobile he happens to be driving. But what if we stop and discover that the auto is borrowed, the clothes not his own. Where then do we stand? We are forced to judge that person on his own worth, and what a revelation that can be! That surely should be the only basis for judgment, if indeed we must judge at all. Unfortunately, such an ideal is Utopian, and the world we live in is definitely not a utopia.
Samantha Blake's new book is a complex study of just such a situation. On the surface, the older widow's involvement with first one teenage boy and then another, is downright immoral.
But if we take the trouble to dig beneath the surface, as Miss Blake has done, we are forced to ask ourselves if such a relationship, which definitely secures the happiness and fulfillment of a bereaved woman, can be as bad as its painted? As the novel develops to its conclusion, we discover that the two young boys, embryo thugs, are reformed and helped by the compassionate widow.
If such an eminently condemnable case as this one reveals such unexpected good sides, wouldn't we be wiser to look and think twice before damning an even less blameworthy situation?
We sincerely welcome this new work of Miss Blake's, after a long absence, and feel grateful to her for the difficult and thought-provoking subject she has elected to cover. That she has succeeded, and succeeded well, we leave for you, the reader, to discover for yourself.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Jeanne Hawkins fought to control the rising tide of panic and disgust which welled up inside her as Fred's arms tightened around her voluptuous body. Desperately she wanted to pull away, to dash out of the automobile and run into the security of her home. But she willed herself to stay. I've got to get over this stupid hang-up, she told herself again and again, as she tried to force a semblance of response to Baxter's passionate kiss. His lips were warm and searching against hers and she couldn't help shuddering when she felt his tongue probing against her teeth.
Oh God, what's wrong with me, she thought miserably, I can't even enjoy a kiss, let alone anything else! Now she could feel Fred's tongue inside her mouth, swirling around wildly, trying to make contact with her own. Her head began to whirl and for a moment, she thought she was going to faint. It was never as bad as this with Tom, she remembered, but then, she had loved him. That had made it easier to accept his passionate embraces, his wild, uncontrolled lovemaking. At times she had even been able to respond somewhat to him, but never in a fully normal way. And now it was over two years since she had become a widow, and it looked as if she were going to remain that way for the rest of her life.
"God Jeanne, you're so beautiful," Fred murmured, brushing his lips against her long blonde hair. His arms tightened around her waist and she could feel the quivering in his body as he became more aroused.
"Please Fred," she whispered, "I've got to go inside now. I've ... I've got an early start tomorrow!"
"Oh honey, just a few minutes longer. I just can't let you go yet."
The blonde widow resigned herself with a barely suppressed sigh. Why did evenings always have to end like this? Why couldn't men be interested in something other than sex? A feeling of despair shot through her as she submitted once again to Fred's urgent kiss. She just couldn't go on dating him like this. At first, he had seemed different from all the others it was weeks before he even attempted a tentative good-night kiss. But now all he seemed interested in was her body!
She didn't really know why she kept accepting dates. Maybe it was because she was so desperately lonely ever since Tom died. And her job at the advertising agency threw her into continual contact with men from all walks of life. But most of them seemed to think that just because she was a widow, that she was "easy". And no matter what she said or did, she couldn't seem to shake off that unwanted image. Baby, no one who works in an ad agency isn't swinging, Larry, her last boyfriend, had told her sneeringly, and even now she shuddered when she recalled the terrible argument which ended their relationship.
Fred, his mouth tracing hot kisses down the length of her swan-like neck, mistook this tremor for excitement, and his heart pounding, he reached up with his hand and gently enclosed the curve of her breast. Jeanne stiffened and tried to pull away.
"Just let me feel them, honey. I won't try anything else," he promised excitedly, as his hand closed in on the palpitating mound. He could feel her nipple through her thin dress and a surge of arousal rippled through him. He couldn't resist moving his fingers against the burgeoning bud.
In spite of Jeanne's emotional resistance, she could feel her love-starved breast responding to the gentle, insistent caress. Oh God, why can't he leave me alone? she thought helplessly, once again suppressing the urge to cry out her distaste.
"Oh honey, I ... I want you so much!" Baxter rasped against her face. "I'm really hot for you!"
Again, the disgusted blonde made an attempt to pull away.
"Look Fred, I told you right from the start..."
"I know, honey. But a guy can't help trying, and there's no harm in that, is there?"
Some of the tension drifted from her tautened body. That was one of the things she liked about Fred. He had a boyish, eager-to-please way about him which appealed to her. She even seriously considered the idea of marriage to him. They had a lot of interests in common. He was an art director at another agency, and they both enjoyed all the things a big city like Chicago had to offer. But ... she just didn't know if she could have any kind of physical relationship with him. He just didn't turn her on at all but then, no man really did. Not even Tom, her husband, except in the beginning, when she'd been innocent and a virgin, and didn't really know what it was all about. Still, she'd had some good times with her husband, and he'd certainly come very close to discovering the key to her complicated body. And then he'd been killed, and she felt sure that the secret of eliciting response from her body had died with him.
The trouble was, too, that nobody could believe that she wasn't a real hot number. Her provocative figure drew admiration from everybody, and her Nordic good looks, crowned by her magnificent blonde mane, made everyone think she was some sort of a sex goddess. But she herself knew that as far as epithets were concerned, the one she merited was near to a snow queen, because she was really beginning to see herself as frigid. Larry, her last boyfriend who had been so incensed by her lack of sexual response, had jeered that she had ice in her veins instead of blood, and she was beginning to believe him. There had to be something wrong with her, or else she wouldn't react so disgustedly to Fred's loving caresses.
Her current boyfriend dropped his hand to lightly stroke her naked thigh, while his other hand still encircled her quivering breast. He'd liked to have put it inside her dress, even inside her brassiere, because he wanted to feel the pale satiny flesh himself, and to run her stiffened nipple between his fingers, but he didn't dare do it. She considered that he was already going too far, he knew, and he didn't want to spoil everything by going too fast. Not that this was fast by his own standards. If Jeanne hadn't been such a fabulous looking woman, he wouldn't have wasted this much time with her. But he had only to look at her curvaceous body, and he was lost. He was determined to possess her, no matter how much effort and time it took. She'd be worth it, he told himself, although sometimes he wondered if that voluptuous exterior was only just that.
"Please Fred, don't..." Jeanne whimpered as she felt his hand sliding up her bare leg. "You promised..."
"I can't help it, honey," he murmured against her hair, as he continued to stroke her velvety thigh. He had pushed his hand right up under her skirt, and was inching closer to the enticing panty-covered area of her hips.
Panic began to rise inside her again like a bubbling fountain, and she found herself pushing her hands against his chest.
"Let me go Fred, I want to leave now!" she gasped ineffectually. But Baxter didn't seem to hear her.
Although he knew he was only endangering his own progress with the cold blonde, he couldn't help himself. He had gotten this far and he just wanted to touch, even for a second, her quivering vaginal mound, only inches away from his fingers. He just wanted to touch it for a second and then he'd do what she wanted. A guy couldn't be blamed for wanting that much, could he? God knows it wasn't much...
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Jeanne suddenly spat venomously. She'd had enough. How dare he? Especially after promising he wouldn't. What did he think she was anyway?
Baxter got such a shock when he heard her angry command that he released her. He stared almost uncomprehendingly at her white, drawn face, full of loathing.
"I'm sorry Jeanne. I guess I lost my head. Please forgive me," he mumbled contritely.
Without answering, the angry blonde began to open the door of the car.
"I'll see you to the door," Fred offered, as he started to get out.
"Don't bother," she snapped coldly. "And don't bother calling me again either."
The rebuff in her voice stung him. Goddamn haughty bitch. Just because I tried to put my hand on her precious little cunt! But still he hesitated. His first impulse was to get in the car and drive off angrily. But he always went to the door with Jeanne and sometimes even went in with her. This was such a rough neighborhood that you couldn't tell. He'd usually wait until she was safely in the house with all the lights on before driving off. But this time, she didn't seem to care about that.
"Maybe I'd better..."
"Get out of here! I don't want to see you again!" Jeanne hissed, as she opened the front door.
Shrugging his shoulders, Fred turned and walked back to the car. If that's the way she wants to play it. . .
The irate widow was shivering as she closed the front door behind her. Resentment seethed inside her and she wished that she had never set eyes on Fred Baxter. He was just like all the others. Lulling her into a false security, while ail the time he was waiting only for the opportunity to paw her and get her to submit to him. Well, she'd got rid of him in time. And she'd know better in the future. From now on, she'd be careful about accepting dates, that is, if she accepted any at all. She'd had enough of men. Too many relationships had fallen through and she was in no mood to start any more.
Depressed, she walked into the living room, and turned on the lamp. Then she froze.
Terror chilled through her and suddenly she felt as if she couldn't breathe. Because she was not alone. There was someone else in the room as well. She couldn't see anyone, but she sensed it. Little things disturbed, and an almost unnatural quietness. And she was sure she could just barely hear quiet controlled breathing. It wasn't her own, because she was sure she wasn't breathing at all, and if she was, it was coming in ragged, frightened pants.
Fred! He'd help her. Oh God, why did she let their quarrel get in the way of their usual cautionary practice? Trembling in every limb, she forced herself to go over to the window. Even though they'd had a fight, he'd help her. She knew he would.
But just as she reached the window, she saw his car roar off down the street. He was gone!
Tears rushed to her eyes, and her knees felt weak.
She was alone with whoever it was who had broken into her house! Oh dear God, what was she going to do?
CHAPTER TWO
"Don't try anything funny!"
The rough voice frightened the terrified widow even more, and she hardly dared turn around to see where it came from. But instinct made her want to face her enemy, whoever he was. Her heart pounding, she turned around and was just in time to see a tall, thin boy emerge out of the shadows to the left of the fireplace.
"W-who are you?" she gasped fearfully, as her eyes fell to the ominous glint of steel in his hand. He had a knife!
"Never mind that! You here all alone?"
Jeanne stared at him, trying to form words with her dry, quivering lips. Oh God, this nightmare couldn't be happening to her! Why hadn't she listened to Fred and let him come to the door with her? There were a hundred why's, but they didn't matter now because she realized that she was in a terrible frightening position, from which she'd be lucky to escape with her life.
At last she managed to nod.
At that, the stranger came right into the living room and Jeanne felt sudden inexplicable relief at the realization that he was actually only a teenager, instead of some hardened tough.
"W-why, you're only a boy!" she couldn't help gasping.
The boy's pinched face hardened even more, and the frightened widow realized that she had insulted him with her thoughtless remark.
"What do you want?" she questioned, feeling a little less terrified. He hadn't made any move to attack her, so maybe he wasn't planning to, she thought reasonably. Maybe if I give in to him and give him what money he wants, the way you 're supposed to, he'll go away and leave me alone.
"You got any dough?"
Jeanne nodded almost eagerly. She had nearly fifty dollars in her purse because she had cashed a check that very day.
"I ... I've got fifty dollars. Well, almost anyway," she said, reaching for her purse which she had left on the coffee table.
"Don't move!" the boy rasped, "if you don't want to get this!" With that, he waved the knife menacingly, and Jeanne saw that the blade was at least five inches long, and was sharp and pointed. The blood drained from her face and she stepped backward a pace.
He reached out for her purse himself, all the while keeping his eyes on her and skillfully extracted the money from it.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he stuck it in his back pocket. At least it would be something to show to Scoop, the leader of their gang. Of course, Scoop would bitch about him not getting a radio and other junk, but Jerry didn't want to weigh himself down when he made his escape. He hadn't figured on finding the broad at home, and he had been just as scared as she when she walked into the room. For a minute, he thought he'd try to sneak out without grabbing anything, but the thought of Scoop's taunting voice stopped him. "What, you chicken out or somethin'? " he'd sneer. "I guess you won't be no good as second-in-command after all!" Even thinking about it now, Jerry felt himself all tightening up inside. Because he wanted to be second-leader no matter what. Now that Chink was locked away for two years, he was next in line, and no matter what, he wasn't going to blow it.
He stood staring at the blonde, wondering what he should do now. On past jobs, it was easy, because they always worked in pairs, and someone would stand on the look-out, while the guy inside would grab the stuff and run. But part of his try-out to take Chink's place was working solo, and if he made a hash of it, he'd probably not only not be second-in-command, but he'd probably lose rank as well. But now he began to wonder if the dough was enough. It was, as the blonde had said, almost fifty dollars, and that was pretty good, but he wondered if he shouldn't do something else, just to prove to Scoop and the others that he knew what he was doing.
Jeanne stared silently at the blonde-haired boy. He looked so young and vulnerable that she couldn't help feeling sorry for him, even though he had just taken fifty dollars of her hard-earned money. But maybe he was desperate for it. Maybe he needed it for food, or even his brothers and sisters. He can't be more than fourteen, she thought sympathetically.
"Listen, why don't you go now? If you ... you don't touch me, I won't even call the police!"
She didn't know whether that was the right thing to say or not. The way he was standing there, staring at her, frightened her, and made her sure he was planning to assault her in some way. Criminals did that sometimes, she was told, just for kicks. She hoped that by offering not to call the police he would go away and leave her. And also, she couldn't help from feeling sorry for him. If she reported the crime, they'd probably catch him and put him away in reform school for years. Then he'd probably be ten times worse when he got out. No, she couldn't be responsible for ruining his life like that. But at the same time ... if he'd only get out of the house and leave her alone! Pin pricks of fear stabbed along her spine and her palms were moist.
"P-please, leave me alone. You've got all my money. What more do you want?"
For a moment longer, Jerry Crampton just stared at the quivering widow. Christ, why didn't he scram right after he got the dough? Why did he have to stand there waiting around, giving her a good look at him?
"Let me do the talkin', " he snapped, moving closer to her. "You sure look as if you've got a nice bod, honey. How about getting those clothes off and lettin' me have a look?"
Jeanne's heart began to hammer in her rib cage and her face went white. Oh dear God no! Surely not that ... she just couldn't stand it! She'd die of shame!
"Please, I..."
"Shut up and get those goddamn clothes off," he snapped, "before I rip 'em off!" He pointed the glittering knife straight at her and moved a step closer.
Her mouth was dry and she thought for a second time that night that she was going to faint. Oh God, when would this nightmare be over? What did she do to deserve this? Miserably, tormented with fear, she began to unzip her dress.
Jerry's own hands were clammy. Man, maybe he shouldn't 've told her to strip. Maybe he should've just beat it and left her. But he couldn't help thinking about what Scoop would say. "You mean she was there all alone, and you didn't bang her?" The taunt, unuttered except in his thoughts, nevertheless stung him, and he forced himself to forget about his doubts. This was part of being second in the gang. He'd have to get used to situations like this, take them in his stride. And it wouldn't be the first time he'd had a piece of ass. Ever since last year, when he was thirteen and first joined up with Scoop, he'd had as many fucks as he wanted. That was one of the conditions that girls had to agree to when they wanted to join. They had to be always available to anyone, even Stella, Scoop's special girl. But it would be the first time he'd balled a victim, maybe because it was the first time he'd been caught in the middle of a job.
Tremblingly, Jeanne dropped her light shift to the ground and stood there in her brassiere and panties. At any moment she felt she'd wake up and discover that this was just a bad dream, that she wasn't actually being forced to undress at knifepoint in front of a hardened young tough.
"Get a move on, honey. I haven't got all night!" Jerry snarled, his eyes widening at the sight of her lusciously revealed body. Man, he'd been right! She sure was well built, and what's more, she looked like a hot little number! A thrill of excitement surged through him and he moved closer to her, aware of the throbbing deep in his cock.
"Please don't ... I can't ... " Jeanne pleaded, knowing it was useless. The teenage boy seemed implacable, and besides, there was his knife a savage, frightening weapon. She was completely at his mercy.
Numbly, she reached back and unhooked her brassiere, letting her full breasts fall free. She noticed the gleam in his eyes as he stared at the heaving mounds, and sick with disgust, she began to roll down her flimsy panties. Oh God, she couldn't stand this humiliation. It was worse than anything she had imagined.
Jerry gaped with lewd desire at the suddenly revealed triangle of her golden pubic "vee". Her slender thighs were clamped close together so that he couldn't get even a glimpse at her cunt, but what he saw was tempting enough. Man, she was fabulous! He wouldn't mind at all if she was part of the gang. She was even better than Stella, the coffee-colored girlfriend of the leader.
For a long moment, the two silent forms stood there. The terrified widow, quaking with fear and dazed with shock; the tall youth, hardened with crime, troubled with different, confused feelings. Because something terrible, as far as he was concerned, had happened to him. Standing there gaping at the beautiful naked blonde, rippling with lascivious desire for her luscious body, he knew that he couldn't do it! He was dying to fuck her, there was no doubt about that. He'd give anything to plunge his red-hot cock right up between her legs, but he knew without any doubt that this was one time when he couldn't do it. Maybe it was the fear of being caught, of having no look-out, but he didn't know. All he realized was the bone-deep shame of what was happening to him. But he also knew that he'd have to do something. Both for the sake of his own pride and also so that the blonde wouldn't think he was some kind of nut. It was obvious that she expected him to rape her, and for some weird kind of reason, he didn't want to lose face with her. Of course, he'd never see the broad again, but still...
"Well I guess I was right," he drawled, looking her over insolently. "You look as if you have a nice tight cunt there. But let's see just how hot you can get, honey!"
"Please don't ... "
"Don't worry none, honey, I'm not gonna touch you. I just want you to show me how turned-on you can get!"
"W-what do you mean?" she whispered, her eyes big with fear.
Jerry laughed cruelly. He was suddenly enjoying this game, now that his masculine pride was no longer at stake. He was infused with a surge of power as he realized just how terrified the shivering widow was, and that for the moment, he held her completely at his mercy.
"I'd like to see you turn yourself on. You know, play with yourself a bit till you cum!"
Jeanne stared at him in disbelief, her face white with shock.
"You mean ... m-masturbate?" she breathed with difficulty.
"Sure, that's just what I mean! Now get movin'. I told you before I haven't got all night!"
"B-but why? Why don't you just. . . ? ", "Honey, I just don't have time for that. When I fuck, I like to take it nice and easy. Besides, I'll get a kick out of watching you fuck yourself with your fingers!"
Jeanne felt sick to the pit of her stomach. Oh God, she just couldn't. The humiliation! It was even worse than the other! At least if he raped her, she would only have to lie still and endure it. This way she had to do it herself, and with him standing there watching! Oh dear God, she just couldn't. Not like this.
It wasn't something new. Sometimes, in the dark of night when the loneliness got to be too much for her, her fingers had crept to the secret place between her legs and she had almost unconsciously sought relief that way. Afterwards she had always felt a vague sense of shame, but it didn't stop her from doing it again. But she couldn't degrade herself that way now. She had to refuse, no matter what the consequences.
"I ... I can't. I won't!" she said flatly, her heart thumping wildly.
An angry sneer contorted the boy's wan face. Now his pride was really at stake and he was bent on revenge. The stupid bitch! He'd given her the easy way out, and now she was backing out!
"Listen honey, I call the shots around here!" he snarled, moving closer to her, brandishing the knife threateningly.
She tried to move back, but his hand on her wrist stopped her. Then she stifled a terrified scream as she felt the cold hard steel of the knife between her two quivering breasts. Oh God, he was going to kill her after all! A cold sweat broke out all over her and her head began to reel. Oh dear God, let her faint before it happened so she wouldn't feel anything...
"I've had enough of this shit! You stick your fingers up your cunt before I lose my patience completely!" As he spoke, he pressured the sharp point of the knife against the trembling valley of her breasts, until she was sure he had pierced the skin.
"Yes, yes, I will, only don't hurt me," she whimpered helplessly, hardly aware of what she was saying. "I'll do it," she babbled on, fear turning her into jelly, "I'll do anything you say."
"That's better," he said at last, releasing his iron grip on her wrist, and removing the knife from between her palpitating breasts. A tremor of relief shuddered through the distraught widow and she closed her eyes thankfully. Oh
God, she'd said she'd do it, and she would, because anything was better than that knifepoint at her breast. She'd do what he wanted, and then maybe he'd leave her alone. Oh dear Lord, it was mortifying, but bad as things were going for her now, after her quarrel with Fred, she didn't want to die yet.
She noticed that the boy was looking at her menacingly again and knew that she couldn't waste any more time.
"Lie down and spread your legs so's I can see everythin', " he commanded, and almost unconsciously, the frightened blonde found herself obeying him. She'd had enough of resistance. It was futile anyway, and only ended in things being even worse for herself.
Jerry stared as he saw for the first time the full pinkness of her trembling cuntal furrow. The golden-haired outer lips fringed the moist velvet folds of her inner cunt, and he could see the petal-shaped orifice contracting slightly. For a moment, he almost changed his mind about not fucking her. Christ, he'd love to shove his cock up into that lovely tight pussy, but he was afraid ... that things wouldn't work out. If it was any other time, he'd have no hesitation whatsoever.
"All right sweetie, get to work! Get that cunt of yours all hotted up, and quick!"
Miserably, Jeanne's hand crept down between her widespread thighs and went straight for the quivering pink split. Oh God, there was no sense in wasting time. The sooner it was over the better. But she nursed the hope that nothing would happen. Maybe she'd be too frightened and upset to get any reaction. He'd have to see that and leave her alone! She began to stroke the satiny outer lips, feeling them tingle slightly under her touch, and then her fingers began to search for the turgid knob of her clitoris. Oh God, it was unbearable to have to do it like this, flat on her back in front of a savage stranger, her legs spread lewdly to his view. She'd never be able to hold up her head again. After this, she'd feel sullied for the rest of her life!
Jerry watched in barely concealed lust as the degraded blonde's fingers found the trembling bud of her clitoris. He noticed the almost imperceptible shiver of excitement that rippled through her skin as she started to stroke the hardening little shaft. Man, she sure looked fabulous, stretched out like that with her legs spread wide.
The miserable widow tried to stop the suppressed shudders of pleasure which began to cavort through her mutinous body. Oh dear
God, I can't stand this! But she forced herself to keep caressing her throbbing pussy, stroking the blood-filled button of her clitoris. A quiver of shame darted through her at the realization that she was already beginning to respond to her depraved masturbation. But she couldn't help it, she told herself again and again. The lascivious young tough was forcing her at knifepoint to comply, and her love-starved body was so used to reacting almost as soon as her fingers touched her vagina. Oh God, this is what happens when I indulge in it alone at night, her puritannically-raised brain screamed. She couldn't shake loose the idea that it was terribly wrong to give herself pleasure like this. It was forbidden, perverse almost, and now she was being forced to do it in this shameful way. But the biggest mortification of all was the fact that she was responding pleasurably to her own depraved manipulations.
Darts of arousal shot through her, and already her hips were beginning to churn gently against the soft carpet. Dear God, she didn't want this to happen, but she had no control over her own body. Or over events either. So she couldn't be blamed, could she, for the fact that she was beginning to shiver all over with thrills of excitement?
Man, I knew she was a hot little bitch, Jerry said to himself as he watched her beautiful lithe body begin to writhe on the carpet. Her full breasts were heaving, the nipples taut and erect. Her fully fleshed buttocks were grinding against the floor and she had spread her delicate fingers groping and searching in the moistened folds of her helplessly aroused pussy.
"Mmmmmxnmmmmnnnnnnnn ... Ooooooooooohhhhhh ... " she couldn't help mewling wantonly, and as soon as the abandoned sounds had left her lips, a deep flush of shame crimsoned her face. Oh dear God, she was lost! What kind of a woman was she that she couldn't control herself, even under perverted circumstances like this one? Her fingers were still swirling wildly around the moist velvety creases of her pussy, drawing inexorably nearer the trembling hole of her pulsating pussy. She was drawn to the tingling orifice like a magnet, unable to resist the instinct which forced her to satisfy herself completely. She knew now that even if the criminally hardened youth suddenly left, she'd keep on stroking and fondling her vagina. Her body was aroused to the extent that she had to satiate herself, no matter what.
Maybe Fred's hands on her breasts and his fingers on her thigh had something to do with her shameful submission to her own base desires. Whatever it was, she was full of self loathing at the way she had succumbed to her own illicit finger-fucking. She had hoped that maybe she couldn't make herself respond; how futile that hope had been! She was depraved, lying there stroking and caressing her pussy with wanton abandon, but there was nothing she could do about it now anyway. Freeing herself of her last restraining prohibition, she plunged her fingers up into the hotly clasping depths of her wildly aroused cunt.
"Aaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhhhhh ... Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned helplessly, her head flailing from side to side, as she continued to drive her fingers up between her lewdly splayed thighs. She could feel the inner walls of her vagina closing in greedily around her thrusting fingers, as surges of licentious pleasure rushed through her trembling loins. Her quivering body seemed filled with redoubled desire and was suffused with a hungering lust as her seething blood raced resoundingly through her veins. Oh God, she couldn't help herself! She didn't want this to happen to her; she was forced into it. And now she was careening toward the mind-shattering brink of sweet unbridled release. She was a helpless victim of her own lewd desires, and of the lascivious young thug who was standing over her, still brandishing his frightening knife.
Jerry stood there openmouthed. Thrills rippled through him and he was aware of the deep churning in his balls. His cock was stiffening inside his pants, and if he hadn't spent so long here already, he'd yank off his pants and fuck her right then and there. She sure looked ready for it! He'd never seen a broad so hot and excited. He knew instinctively that she'd be a fabulous fuck, the best he'd ever had, and he only wished he'd had the nerve to do it earlier!
"Hey baby, you sure know how to hot yourself up! This can't be the first time you've done this!" the gaping youth leered, his eyes blazing with lust.
But Jeanne hardly heard him. Already her head was spinning and her body was whirling away like a dervish out of all control. Oh God, I'm going to cum, and he's still watching!
" A A AAAGGGHHHHH ... I'm cumming!" she moaned slavishly, as her body began to jerk and grind uncontrollably. She kept on shoving her moisture-bathed fingers up into the wildly clutching depths of her cunt, her rounded ass-cheeks buffeting against the softness of the rug. Incoherent gasps escaped her lips as she ground her gaping pussy shamelessly against her plunging fingers, lost to everything but the swirls of pleasure eddying through her desire-maddened body. Oh dear God, she was lost, a completely abandoned woman. She could think of nothing but the salacious satisfaction she was getting from her cruelly enforced finger-fucking. Her body felt on fire and every nerve ending was tingling with lustful passion.
In the meantime, Jerry Crampton was still watching avidly. He had lowered his knife, completely absorbed in the obscene sight in front of him which he had so crudely instigated. Christ, she really let herself go, he thought salaciously, and she can't even bring herself to pull her fingers out of her cunt! He watched with lustfully-dimmed eyes as the tremendous quivering in her heaving body gradually subsided and she began to breathe easier.
Just then, the telephone rang.
The harsh ringing jangled throughout the still room, and a look of shocked fright appeared on the young thug's face. Forgetting about everything but the desperate need to escape, he rushed to the bedroom and quickly pulled up the window. In the space of a few seconds, he was gone, leaving the way he came in.
Jeanne lay there, in a limp, defeated pose, seemingly oblivious to the grating noise of the telephone. But when it finally stopped, she pulled herself to a sitting position. She hadn't realized that the young tough had gone. She looked around almost wonderingly, but he had definitely disappeared. Relief flooded through her, and then she collapsed into heaving, helpless sobs.
Twenty minutes later, she felt better. She had draped herself with her robe and had fixed a stiff drink. Relaxing in the bedroom, she finally began to feel tension falling away from her. She was still pretty shaken, and strained her ears continuously for any strange sounds. Of course, as soon as she had gathered courage, she had gone around and checked all the windows and locked the doors. Even so, she still didn't feel safe. But I doubt I ever will, she told herself grimly. Maybe now she'd have to do what all her friends, including Fred, had been nagging at her to do ever since Tom died sell this house and move to a safe part of town. She'd have less work to do, they assured her, and she'd be safer, much safer. She had scoffed at their suggestions, looking on the house as her home hers and Tom's and had been loath to leave it. But now...
She was naturally still upset, but at least her hands had stopped shaking. She knew that she ought to call the police. But she hesitated. Her hand had been on the telephone a few times but she had resisted. Just why she wasn't sure. Maybe it was the thought of all the fuss, the cross-examinations, the deep probing questions. Oh God, she couldn't face it all, not now or ever. She had heard how the police dealt with this type of crime. They hinted and insinuated that the unfortunate victim had fully cooperated with the criminal, and often made the sufferer feel guilty. Well, she couldn't go through with that. She didn't think she could take the sly looks, the insistence on every detail that she was sure would happen. No, she'd keep quiet about it ... the whole episode was just too embarrassing to even thing about.
But what if it happens again? The unbidden thought leapt into her mind, ft won't, it won't, she thought desperately, almost as if she hoped to ward off the possibility by willpower alone. I'll get new locks on all the door and windows,, and maybe I'll even get a burglar alarm, she told herself as she started to fix a second drink. She certainly needed it, because she doubted if she'd be able to get to sleep otherwise.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
The frightened widow froze, her mouth dropping open. Oh dear God, who could it be at this hour? Panic trembled through her and she realized she was shivering again. Clutching her robe more tightly about her, she wondered what to do.
It rang again, this time, it seemed to her terrified ears, more insistently.
Then reason prevailed. It had to be someone with good intentions, or else they wouldn't ring the front doorbell like that. She'd better answer it, but she'd keep the chain on, all the same.
Trembling, she unlatched it and opened it an inch.
"W-who's there?"
"It's me, Fred. I tried to call you but there was no answer!"
The widow was undoubtedly relieved, but she didn't know whether to be glad or sorry. She didn't want to see Fred right now, but on the other hand, it might do her good to have a bit of friendly company.
Accordingly, she opened the door and let him in.
He glanced with surprise at her thinly covered body and then averted his eyes quickly. He didn't want to get her upset again by looking at her so closely, even though he could see the shape of her breasts clearly through the thin robe.
"I guess I got you up out of bed, huh?"
"N-no, I was just going."
"I guess you didn't hear the phone, or maybe you just didn't want to answer it?"
"Yes no I mean, I was in the bath!" She couldn't tell him that she was spread-eagled on her back, cumming from her depraved self-stimulation when the phone rang. In fact, she couldn't tell him about what happened at all. He wouldn't understand about her not calling the police, and she wasn't in a mood to take his inevitable questioning.
"Would you like a drink?" she said aloud. "I was just going to have one!"
He nodded, and presently they were both sitting in the living room, sipping their drinks, the silence heavy between them.
"I came over to apologize," Fred said at length. "I guess I just lost control." He didn't want to say he was sorry, and he hoped the insincerity didn't show in his voice. But he knew it was the only way he could get back on good terms with the lovely widow. He was fond of her and enjoyed her company. But more than that, he wanted to really get his hands on that fabulous body. But he figured he just needed more time. Maybe she was one of those who wanted to go through the whole dating and courtship bit, even more than they had already. Now thinking about it, he was prepared to go along with it, much more than he usually did, because he figured she'd be worth every minute and cent he wasted on her.
"It's ... it's kind of you to apologize, Fred, but I really think it's over between us!"
Fred stared at her, anger fighting with disappointment for control of his feelings.
"But Jeanne-"
"Really Fred, we don't have much in common after all. And I'm just not ready for ... for an affair!"
"No, not now maybe, but in the future-"
"No, Fred, not now or ever. I'm afraid it's out for you and me anyway!"
Baxter's face was reddening.
"What do you mean, you and me?"
Jeanne hesitated. She wasn't in any mood at all for going into her reasons for terminating the relationship, but she did want to have things straight between them.
"It's just that we don't click, physically I mean. I'm just not attracted to you that way."
She looked up hesitantly and couldn't believe the change that had come over him. She had only known the affable, agreeable Fred, sometimes even the aroused, passionate Fred, but never this one. His face was white with anger and his eyes were sparkling with fury. His lips were a thin line bared over his teeth, and the blonde widow felt a presaging surge of fear.
"Please Fred, it's nothing personal," she began lamely, and then her voice trailed off weakly.
"What the hell is it, if it isn't personal?" he raged suddenly, getting to his feet. "You've just told me you don't want me physically! How do you expect a guy to take that?"
"I'm sorry, Fred-"
"Sorry! You scheming little bitch! After all the money and time I spent on you! All you wanted was a good time without delivering the goods!"
"If sex was all you wanted," she flared just as suddenly, "Why didn't you just go straight to a whore?"
"I'd have been a hell of a lot better off, instead of wasting my time with a goddamn prude like you!"
"Just because I didn't fall in bed with you the first night-"
"It might have done you some good, and gotten rid of your prissiness!"
"You certainly have a high opinion of yourself. You must see yourself as a real Casanova, but let me tell you it's an opinion I don't share!"
"Hah! You wouldn't know what to do with a real man!"
Tears burned in the widow's eyes. She couldn't bear this last remark, because as far as she was concerned, it constituted an insult to her late husband.
But before she had time to say anything scathing in reply, he had reached out and pulled her roughly to him. Almost immediately his lips found hers and were bruising against her mouth in a tight grinding kiss. Feebly, she struggled to release herself, revulsion rising rapidly inside her straining body.
She finally managed to pull her mouth away.
"Let me go, you ... you animal!"
Baxter stared at her in sudden loathing. This was the last straw. He hated himself for wanting her the way he did, and that desire was reinforced by the vibrant contact with her quivering body that he had just experienced. Man, he was crazy for her, and all she could do was insult him.
"So I'm an animal! And what are you? A goddamn angel?"
"Get out of here! Get out before I call the police!" she hissed, her eyes blazing.
"You little bitch! You treat me as if I'm dirt! Well, I'll show you! I'm going to teach you a goddamned lesson that you won't forget!"
Blinding fear overcame the miserable widow. Oh God, what was happening to her tonight? Was there to be no end to her suffering?
He reached for her roughly, and this time without hesitation, he tugged at her robe, pulling it off easily.
Instinctively, the terrified blonde wrapped her arms protectively around her breasts and stared with loathing and contempt at her boyfriend. Anger also flared up inside her, especially when she saw how his eyes were running lewdly over her trembling, naked body.
"Get away from me! Don't you dare lay a finger on me!"
Fred had really been as horrified by his action as the widow had been. He hadn't meant to do anything like this, but she had goaded him almost beyond endurance. And now, when he was ready to try and make amends, she was lashing into him again like a real bitch. Well, he'd had enough. He wasn't going to take any more of her insults. He'd do as he threatened to do, namely teach her a real lesson. And the sight of her magnificent naked body strengthened him in his decision. In fact he could hardly believe that he was actually looking at it, even if the circumstances left a lot to be desired.
He grabbed her roughly again, and this time she couldn't elude him. His fingers were like iron on her arm and the look in his face made her realize that he would stand no defiance.
"W-what are you going to do?" she whispered fearfully, hardly daring to look at him.
"You'll see!" he snarled, dragging her in the direction of the bedroom. Without another word, he flung her down on the bed.
"You've no right to t-touch me!" she sobbed, horror and fright mingling in her trembling body.
"Shut up, bitch! Not another word from you!" he commanded, and then to her disbelief, she watched as he began to undress.
Oh no, no! she thought unhappily. He can't. . .
Within moments, he was standing over her and she couldn't draw her eyes away from the throbbing erection of his penis. The bulging head glowed ruddily against the blue-veined shaft, and his hair-covered balls were seething with turgid life. Her eyes widened with fear, but Fred, seeing her reaction, put it down to disgust. By God, I'll teach her. . .
Jeanne was lying on her stomach as Fred climbed up on the bed beside her, and right away he began to roughly knead the flaccid half moons of her buttocks. His fingers were hard and unyielding in her soft flesh, and the miserable blonde widow had to suppress a moan of pain as he continued his lascivious caresses. She did cry out when he suddenly strained the tender ass-cheeks apart, stretching her anal crevice almost beyond endurance.
"Get up on your hands and knees!" he commanded roughly, as he pulled her up by means of his tight hold on her sorely bruised flesh. Bewilderment shot through her dazed brain and she tried to figure out what was happening. Oh dear God, what does he want? What does he mean to do to me?
Baxter's eyes were bulging as he stared down at the slightly moist, dark anal split. They focused lewdly on the small puckered ring of her rectum and he was drawn to the nether opening with obscene fascination. Almost unconsciously, he raised his hand and began to jab with his middle finger at the cringing orifice.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh ... Stop it! Stop it!" she moaned helplessly, desperately wriggling her buttocks to escape his prodding finger. But within seconds, he rammed it forward and sunk it to the first knuckle in the tight resisting circle.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH..." she sobbed piteously, tears cascading down her tortured face, her body wracked with brutal pain. Oh dear God, she had been right when she called him an animal! He must be insane, to do a thing like that to her!
Almost gleefully, the enraged boyfriend forced his finger further up into the futilely clenching passage, oblivious to the blonde's gasps of pain. This'H teach you, you goddamn bitch, he thought triumphantly to himself. This will pay you back for all the times you wouldn't let me even touch you!
He rotated his tightly sheathed finger a few times in her sorely strained rectum, and then at last pulled it out slowly. The miserable widow sighed with relief when she realized what had happened. The pain had been intense, and maybe now he'd leave her alone, or at least not hurt her again.
However, moments later, she got an even bigger shock. All breath went out of her body when she felt the unmistakable contact of his lust-hardened cock against her trembling anal crevice. She could feel the burgeoning head nudging between her ass-cheeks, pushing them even further apart, and terror permeated her quaking body.
"Oh God Fred, please don't!" she begged ineffectually, "I'm sorry, I really am. Let's talk-"
"It's too late for that, sweetie," Fred sneered, thrilled nonetheless at her apology. Now the bitch's really frightened, he thought proudly. He was tremendously pleased with the idea that had come to him, even though he didn't really realize it clearly until he began to guide his blood-swollen cock toward her small puckered anus. Then he knew what he'd do to really make her sorry. This would be one lesson she wouldn't ever forget, and she'd regret bitterly that she hadn't let him become her lover.
The widow's brain was numb when she felt the insistent nudging of Fred's penis against her clenching rectum. Unreality crowded in on her and she just hoped that her tormented body would be as unfeeling as her brain. Jeanne just didn't know how she was going to get through this next humiliation. She had taken just about as much as she could stand, first with Fred in the car, and then with the salacious young thug. And now Fred again! After this, she'd never look at another man again, that was for sure. They had brought her nothing but trouble, with not much in return. If she could just get over this ... she just hoped that she could endure it. Because she knew now what her lewd boyfriend had in mind. She couldn't help but know when she felt his desire-stiffened cock pressing against her defenseless anus. She knew, but oh God, how could she endure it?
Baxter stared down at his lust-engorged penis poised inches away from her pitifully small anal ring. He'd force it in, and he didn't care if she screamed with pain. She deserved it, the proud prudish little bitch. He'd make her beg for mercy, plead for his forgiveness, and she'd be a different woman by the time he'd finished with her.
Tightening his fingers once more in the tender flesh of her buttocks, he lunged forward, flexing his hips and putting all his weight behind them. For a moment nothing happened, and the rubbery circle remained unassailable. Then with a deep, guttural grunt, he heaved forward again, and through sheer brute strength, he managed to insert his rock-hard penis up into the helplessly resisting nether passage.
"AAAAARRRRRRHHHHHHH HHHH ... OH GOD YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
The horrified widow's wild cries of agony and shame echoed throughout the bedroom, but her infuriated boyfriend didn't seem to hear them. His eyes were bulging as he stared at the tightly strained membrane circling his driving cock like a rubber band, and he was amazed at how tight her rectum was. She must be a virgin back there, he thought fleetingly as he continued to force his lewdly inflated shaft up into the sorely stretched anal channel.
"Oh no please, you're splitting me in two," she wept pitifully, as the splintering pain seemed to ricochet throughout every inch of her tortured frame. Her head seemed to explode in a chaos of agony, and she was sure she'd never walk again. Inch by excruciating inch, Baxter surged forward, forcing his throbbing cock far up into the depths of her slavishly kneeling body, until finally, it was sunk to the hilt in her ravaged rectum. Getting his breath back, he stared down proudly at the undeniable evidence of his successful inhuman assault.
"Well honey, I bet you're sorry now that you insulted me the way you did!" he sneered, not waiting for an answer as he began to withdraw his lust-swollen rod from her tender anal passage. The delicate inner flesh clung tenaciously to his exiting shaft, increasing the widow's agony all the more, and making her whimper ineffectually into the softness of the bedding.
When just the burgeoning head was still enclosed by the tightly rimming anus, Baxter lunged forward again, this time driving his powerful cock swiftly up her warmly clamping rectum.
"...Uuuuuggggghhhhnnnn ... Aaaaggg gghhhhhhh..." Her entire body was numb and stiff from the unnaturalness of her position, emphasized by the searing pain in her spine. She felt as if a red hot poker had been driven up her back passage and was burning a fiery path along her backbone. Her heaving breasts dug into the bed, and she could hardly breathe because Fred pounding up into her anus from behind was forcing her face against the bedspread. Each brutal thrust up into her ravaged anal depths was like a jarring prod on her psyche, deepening the shame which already enveloped her completely, and adding fuel to the fire of her burning resentment.
"Put some life into it, baby," he taunted suddenly, "or don't you like being fucked in the ass?"
But she didn't care about his cruel jibes. In fact she didn't care about anything except having this ordeal over with. Her earlier experience with the lascivious young tough receded when compared with this obscene new act which was being perpetrated on her helpless body. At least the only pain the youth had inflicted on her had been mental.
Baxter was exultant as he continued to thrust up savagely into the blonde widow's sorely bruised rectum. His fingers made red raised welts on the softness of her ass-cheeks, and even this infliction of pain caused him pride. All the rebuffs she had given him came to the surface, and he vented his pent-up resentment with every stroke of his pain-giving cock.
Oh God, how much longer must this go on? the stricken woman thought miserably. When will it be over? She had passed the point of feeling pain all she felt was a great weight of weariness and depression which she felt sure would never be lifted. Each savage thrust from behind jarred her brain into horrifying realization of her degradation, and made her long for the oblivion of unconsciousness.
"Move your ass back, goddamn it," Fred gasped angrily, as he felt undeniable pressure building up in the deep cavern of his balls. Swirls of overwhelming pleasure were tripping around inside his perspiring body, and with each passing second, he quickened his deep rhythmic pumping up into the blonde's violated rectum.
His head began to whirl, and he knew that he was on the verge of climaxing.
"Oh Christ, fuck back ... I'm ... I'm cumming!" he rasped, pounding his hips desperately against Jeanne's tender ass-cheeks, sweeping them aside in a flesh-splitting drive right up into the very depths of her being.
Her eyes squeezed close in fresh mortification at the realization that he was shooting his lewd sperm up into the pit of her defenseless little belly. Oh God, it was too much to bear! A feeling of profound disgust swept through her at the thought of his lascivious semen resting in the deepness of her bowels, and then she moaned miserably as she felt the first hot onrush of his spurting sperm as it burst from his jerking cock. His rushing cum seared her lacerated rectum unbearably as he spurted his seething fluid up into her dilated rectum in a seemingly never ending stream. The air was rent with his hoarse grunts of pleasure, and the slapping sound of his hips as they pounded against the flaring half-moons of her buttocks.
Finally the obscene grunting stopped and she felt his punishing penis begin to go limp inside her bruised anus. Oh thank God it's over, was her only thought as she sensed him moving away from her.
Hurriedly, Baxter pulled on his clothes, without looking at the huddled blonde on the bed. He'd really chastised her, he knew, but he also realized that she would never look at him again. They were finished, it was obvious, and he didn't know whether he was glad or sorry that he would never have the chance to really possess the voluptuous woman. Carefully, he let himself out of the house, leaving the crumpled, defeated widow to herself.
CHAPTER THREE
Jeanne didn't know how she got through the next few days. The day following her terrible double ordeal, she had stayed home from work, feeling too ill and bruised to do anything but stay in bed. But she found that the day dragged terribly, so she decided that she'd be better off in the hustle and bustle of her job, where she'd at least have something to take her mind off her problems. Every minute of the day, and most of the night too, her brain was seething with the dreadful things that had happened to her. The brief conversation she had on the phone with Fred didn't help either. He had called to apologize, even though he said that he knew there was no hope of a reconciliation between them. She'd been very cold and curt, and was relieved when she finally put down the receiver, knowing that she'd never hear from him again.
Now that that episode was settled, she began to think less about the terrible anal assault, and worry more over what happened to her just before that. She noticed that she had become increasingly more nervous as each day passed, and late at night, she'd check and recheck the windows and doors, sometimes even getting up when she couldn't sleep and making sure yet again that they were secure. Yes, she was pretty certain now that she'd have to sell this house. She just couldn't go on living like this. Her future seemed pretty dim now that the promising relationship with Fred was over. She seriously doubted that she could have a relationship with any man. Things certainly pointed that way, and if it were true, then she had a bleak time ahead of her. Even her job no longer held the satisfaction it once did.
These doubts and worries began subtly to eat away at her self-confidence, and she found herself taking a drink, and sometimes two, before she went to sleep. The alcohol dimmed her senses and helped her to relax. There was nothing wrong in it, she told herself, when spasms of guilt rippled through her conscience. Maybe a long vacation would help, she told herself as she finished her second drink and slipped down beneath the covers. Although the thug's appearance and the anal assault had taken place nearly a week ago, she still felt the horror and shame of the dual ordeal. And the worst thing was, time didn't seem to help. She felt that if she could have talked to someone about what happened, she'd feel better. But there was no one she could trust. If she told about the young tough, the almost unanimous reaction, she was sure, would be "why didn't you call the police?" And if she mentioned what Fred did, her friends would look at her with pity, and wonder what was wrong with her that she couldn't bring herself to have an affair with a man she'd known as long as Fred. No, there was no one she could confide in, and that made matters worse.
Her thoughts seething and troubled, she dropped off to sleep at last, hoping fervently that her worries wouldn't carry over into her slumber.
It was pitch dark when her eyes flew open. Her heart thumping, she looked around, vainly trying to see in the obscure light. Had she heard something, or was it just her nerves again? But something must have wakened her!
Her throat was dry and she felt desperately like screaming. But she had to keep calm. It was probably nothing and-
Then she heard it. A definite sound of movement. Oh God. oh God, her brain hammered, what am I going to do? She pulled the blankets up around her chin, and stared wildly ahead, too paralyzed with fear to move.
There it was again!
Her heart was pounding out of her rib cage, echoing morbidly in the almost silent room. This time she did try to scream but no sound came. Because she knew for certain that there was someone in the room!
"Turn on the lamp!"
The urgent whisper came from near the bed, and the terrified widow recognized the voice at once. Shell-shocked, she obeyed, and the room was brightened with the subdued glow from the bedside lamp. Then she saw him standing there, as pale and pinched as ever, the knife still clutched in his hand.
"It's ... it's you!" she gasped through dry lips. Oh God, why did he have to come back? Was once not enough to terrorize her? And how did he get in?
Jerry stared at her silently. He could hardly believe that he was back with her again. Ever since that night when he had made her masturbate, she had been constantly in his thoughts. Everywhere he looked, he saw her slender naked body, her beautiful mane of blonde hair. None of the gang girls interested him any more, not even the seductive Stella. Scoop had been pleased with the fifty dollars, and he had been promoted to second-in-command. Of course, he'd told them all that he'd fucked the blonde and they'd believed him. Stevie Walsh, his special buddy, had been openly admiring, but somehow this time, Jerry felt that none of it mattered a damn. All he could think of was the beautiful blonde. He just had to get back to her, no matter what the cost. The kitchen window hadn't been too hard to force, and now he was in the bedroom. He was glad that she didn't start screaming, like some silly bitches did, because that would mean that he'd have to slap her around until she stopped, and somehow, he didn't want to do that to this one.. No, she was something special...
"I'm not goin' to hurt you," he assured her, "but if you don't keep quiet-" He pointed the knife at her and she nodded in understanding. What did he want? More money? Or to watch her masturbate again? Dumbly she stared at him. He was looking at her in such a strange way. What did it mean? What sort of a boy was he really?
"What did you come back for? More money?"
The tall, pale youth didn't answer. Instead, he calmly began to strip off his clothes, holding the knife at the same time.
The flabbergasted widow stared at him in astonishment.
"W-what are you doing?" she finally breathed in terror.
He didn't answer or even look at her, until he was completely naked.
"I'm gonna get in bed with you!" he said, suddenly smiling almost shyly.
Jeanne was completely taken aback. Whatever she had expected, it wasn't this! In spite of herself, she couldn't take her eyes off his slim young body. It was hard and muscular, and she couldn't help noticing the growing protuberance of his adolescent penis. She had been shocked, too, by his sudden smile. He looked almost handsome when he smiled, and somehow younger too. But she had to put all that out of her mind. The blaring fact was that this audacious young hoodlum was getting into bed beside her! And as calmly and confidently as if he belonged there!
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, a note of anger in her voice.
Jerry noticed it right away and his face hardened.
"Now look," he said, showing her the gleaming weapon again, "I don't want no trouble from you!"
She was shocked into silence. He had said he wouldn't hurt her, but that probably meant as long as she did what he wanted. And she was beginning to realize what that was...
"Get that nightdress off!" he ordered roughly, hardly able to take his eyes off her. Deep inside him, he wished that things didn't have to be like this. He'd really like it, he thought wistfully, if she welcomed him and was genuinely glad to see him, instead of having to be forced. But Jerry Crampton wasn't used to having things come his way easy, and had learned very early on in life that in order to get what he wanted, he'd have to fight for it. And this was one thing he wanted very much, and he was ready and willing to fight for it.
"Now look honey," he said, and his voice seemed strangely mature and experienced, "I'm gonna fuck you, and you can do either of two things. Either you go along with it, and everything will be all right, or you can put up a fight. If you do that, I'll beat the shit outa you, and still fuck you! So which's it to be?"
Jeanne stared at him, hardly believing what he was saying. Oh dear God, what was she going to do? Obviously the thing she should do was to acquiesce, to let him have his way with her. But would she be able to live with herself afterwards? Would she have any self-esteem left? She'd be filled with shame and self-loathing, she was sure. But what else could she do? She believed him fully when he said he'd beat her up. Maybe he'd even use that terrible knife on her. As if reading her thoughts, he went on calmly.
"This knife is pretty sharp, and I'm sure you wouldn't dig having those fabulous tits of yours carved up!"
Instinctively her hands flew to her naked breasts, a look of wild fear paling her face. Oh God, she had to give in. She had to submit to his shameful lust there was no other way out for her!
"B-but why me?" she whispered miserably.
The young tough laughed wickedly.
"Because you're a good-looking broad, and because I didn't have time to do it the other night. And I always like to do things the right way!
Jeanne's heart lurched sickeningly inside her. There was just no hope for her. He was determined to get his way and she might as well accept the fact that it was senseless to resist. It would only mean the worst for her.
"I take it you're goin' to go along with me?" he asked at last.
When she didn't answer, he went on calmly.
"Then I'm gonna put this down, on my side of the bed. And don't go gettin' any ideas. I'm stronger than you are and quicker too. And if you do try anything baby, well, don't blame me when you look in the mirror tomorrow!" He was right, of course. If she tried to reach the weapon, he'd probably grab it before she could. And if she did manage to get it into her hand, he'd probably be able to wrest it right from her grip. So there really was no hope. She was trapped here in bed with a young hoodlum and there was no escape.
Jerry moved over toward her and pulled her to him. He felt her quivering in his arms and knew that she was scared to death. Probably disgusted too, but he couldn't help that. He wanted her and nothing mattered but that. Slowly, he bent his lips to her and began to kiss her. Gently at first as their mouths met, and then more passionately as he slipped his tongue between her teeth and began to swirl it around inside the warm moistness of her mouth. She felt stiff and unresponsive in his arms and he tried to tell himself that he didn't care. But he did, because he couldn't get the picture of the magnificent blonde writhing about wantonly on the floor as she fingered herself. He wanted her to respond like that to him, even though he felt there wasn't a hope in hell of her doing that.
His hands tightened on her quivering breasts, and he began to run her tautening nipples through his fingers, making them stiffen and harden under his touch. His cock was growing by leaps and bounds and he could hardly wait to shove it up between her legs, the way he'd dreamed about ever since he'd first seen her naked.
Jeanne grit her teeth and tried to overcome the feeling of revulsion which rose inside her. Oh dear God, was her life to be one long torment for a male's sadistic pleasure. Why couldn't they leave her alone? Why did she have to submit to them as if she had no feelings of her own? Was she really not more than chattel? His mouth pressing against her disgusted her, as did his hands roaming crudely over her breasts. But she had to endure it, because if she didn't ... if she made any objection at all ... her eyes wandered against her will to the glittering steel of the knife on the bedside table. A shudder ran through her as she remembered the terrifying feel of it when he had pressed it against her breasts. No, she could never endure that....
Jeanne was so frightened that she was scarcely aware of the boy's searching hand running down the length of her body and insinuating itself between her tightly clamped thighs. With surprising strength, he forced her to part her legs, and immediately he brought his hand up and brushed it against the trembling furrow of her vagina.
Against her will, a shiver cavorted along her spine and made shame in a crimson blanket cover her face. Oh dear God, I can't let anything like that happen. She held her breath as he began to explore the moist warm split, dipping his fingers into the tremulous folds, spreading the blood-filled outer lips and stroking the tingling flesh inside. The blood raced to her head and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out. But why? His hand was exploring her vagina, and she should be shocked and disgusted. Instead ... oh God, please no...
She couldn't suppress a moan when his experienced fingers found the palpitating bud of her clitoris. Immediately he began to titillate it, making it surge with vibrant blood, feeling it pulse quickly under his fingers. Oh Lord in heaven, it was just too much. She was only flesh and blood and this was more than she could stand. She didn't want to react in this lewd way, but her body couldn't be stopped. Even though the boy was a toughened criminal, obviously steeped in wrong-doing, even though he had forced his way into her bed, she couldn't help it. None of these terrible things mattered, the way she knew they should.
All that mattered now was that she was getting warm and excited all over, and that she was spreading her legs further apart, and that his hand on her pussy was making her moan and sigh with growing arousal. Oh God, it was terrible, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want to submit in this depraved way, but she was lost, utterly lost! What she really wanted to do was to push his hand away, scream at him to leave her alone, risk even the cutting edge of the knife rather than betray herself like this. But what she wanted seemed of no importance, either to the passionately aroused thug or her own wayward body.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm ... Aaaaaaa-hhhhhh..." she mewled through tightly clenched teeth, unable to hold back. Already her gently flaring buttocks were grinding against the bed and she was forcing the desire-ridden mound of her vagina against the boy's frantically stroking fingers.
Jerry looked down at her, a tight smile of satisfaction on his thin face. This was what he wanted; he wanted her to be so hot that she was dying for it. He imagined she must be some kind of divorcee or something because he couldn't believe that she hadn't been married. A broad like her wouldn't stay unattached for long, especially when she was as love-starved as this one. Well, he figured she was ready now, and he sure as hell didn't feel like waiting much longer. His cock felt as if it was on fire, and was stiff and hard against his thigh.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby," he whispered lewdly, and she felt his breath warm against her face. Oh dear God, did he think that she wanted him to? If he did, he was certainly mistaken. Or was he? Yes! No! She didn't know herself; all she knew was that she was burning with lascivious intensity followed by a sharp pang of disappointment when he pulled his hand away from her moistly tingling pussy.
Then she felt the hard head of his penis nudging its way between her quivering thighs. Oh God, what was she going to do? She couldn't stand the thought of her body being defiled by this salacious young hoodlum, but on the other hand ... Already a tremulous moan escaped her trembling lips as she felt his spongy cock-head make delicate contact with the throbbing outer folds of her vagina.
"Spread them legs a bit further honey, 'cause I'm comin' right in!"
"Oh please no, don't..." she began to whimper, hardly knowing what she was saying. And then, he began to ease apart the blood-filled outer lips with his lust-engorged cock, inserting the bulging glans with surprising gentleness up into the faintly clasping orifice of her pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... Nooooooooo..." she moaned again, trying to will her body to obey her frantically churning brain. She wanted to push him away, to make him stop his lewd assault on her body. Or at the very least, she wanted to display no further sign of arousal. But she couldn't even do that. She realized now beyond the shadow of a doubt that she wanted him to fuck her! Yes, fuck her. He had excited her so much with his fingers on her genitals that she no longer knew what she was doing. All the misery of her failed relationships in the years since her husband had died came to the surface, leaving her enveloped with an intense longing to experience true sensual satisfaction again. She didn't care any more about the circumstances, or the fact that the boy was a complete stranger, less than half her age, and a hardened young criminal as well. All that was important was the satiation of her suddenly famished body. Accordingly, she spread her long shapely legs as far apart as she could, and an uncontrollable shudder spasmed through her body as the boy continued to drive his lust-stiffened young penis up into her eagerly accepting cuntal depths.
"Aaaarrrrrhhhhhhh ... yesssssss..." she finally murmured helplessly, feeling her inner vaginal walls flowering open to receive his virile cock as it plunged headlong up between her widely splayed legs.
"Uuuuugggghhhnnnnnnnn ... mmmmhhhhnnnnnn..."
He finally buried the full length of his blood-bloated penis inside her wildly aroused little belly. For a long moment he held it there motionless, and Jeanne could feel it expanding and filling out inside her, titillating her sensitive inner nerve endings with almost unbearable pleasure. The burgeoning head touched tantalizingly against her cervix, and she had never felt so replete in her life before, not even when her adult lovers had penetrated her.
At last, the blonde-haired teenager began to withdraw, pulling his long shaft out slowly, with confident sureness, until just the head was still enclosed by the tight cuntal ring. He glanced down quickly and stared in lewd fascination at the sight of his throbbing cock sunk half way up into her hungrily clutching pussy. A thrill of power and masculine pride rippled through him as he began to surge forward again, guiding his pounding penis far up into the clinging moistness of her eager cunt.
The supine blonde widow was suffused with all kinds of strange and confused feelings. She had almost succeeded in banishing the specters of doubt and guilt and self loathing, and had told herself again and again that it wasn't her fault that she was enjoying it. It was being forced on her and she had no option but to comply, and she couldn't be to blame if her body betrayed her. After all, it was so long since she had known sexual satisfaction of any kind other than self-induced, and surely after all her tribulations she deserved some consolation?
Why she should be able to receive it from a teenager was beyond her comprehension. Even though he was muscular and well built for what she suspected was his true age, he was still a boy, less than half her age.
Yet he was making love to her like a full grown man, and seemed just as experienced. She couldn't help realizing that his adolescent penis wasn't as large or as strong as her husband, yet when it was driving up inside her, the way it was now, it was giving her a lot more pleasure than her husband ever had. Just why she didn't know and she was in no mood to question any further. Surmounting all her riotous thoughts was a fantastic sensation of pleasure, which made her moan and mewl continuously. The electrifying sensations reached from the top of her head and shot right down to the tips of her toes and made her curl her fingers in unconscious ecstasy.
Jerry stared down at her curvaceous body as he continued his practised fucking up between her legs. She looked even more beautiful now with her face flushed and her fabulous blonde hair curling around her neck in damp tendrils. Her full heaving breasts were jiggling from the gyrations of her body, and the nipples were like ripe plums bursting from the whiteness of the surrounding flesh. She was grinding her softly fleshed ass-cheeks into the bed, arching her back and flexing her hips upward to open her tingling pussy to his frenzied pumping. Man, the wait had been worth it, and every minute he had spent thinking about her now added to the satisfaction of actually possessing her luscious body.
The widow glanced up and saw the pale-faced boy staring down at her. Why, he's almost handsome, she thought suddenly, and then almost unconsciously, her arms snaked up and she pulled him down to her. She felt the hardness of his chest pressing against her palpitating breasts and then her mouth found his. This time it was her tongue which whipped between his teeth and began to dance around in a lewd tango of sexual frenzy. Almost at the same time, her legs reached up and locked themselves around his lower back and she clung to him with all the animalistic strength of her sensual fervor. The urgency of their kiss sent further chills ricocheting along her curved spine.
"Man, you sure are a fabulous fuck!" he breathed after a few moments, when her hungry mouth had released his. His eyes were full of tender admiration, and the surprised widow was warmed by his feelings. He was amazing, this roughened youth who had forced his way into her bedroom. He was eliciting responses in her that she hadn't believed possible. She was astonished at how good his lithe, muscular young body felt in her arms, and how she thrilled at the touch of his lips. Yet she had to keep telling herself that he was a criminal, that he had robbed her and held her at knifepoint. This was just a moment of madness that would soon be over and which she would be better off forgetting. The thought caused her a pang of sadness which was in direct conflict with the eddies of pleasure surging through her violated body. But she forced herself to relegate them to a far corner of her mind while she concentrated on the incredible satisfaction of the present.
Their two bodies slapped together wetly, seemingly welded as one, and the bedroom resounded with the sounds of their frenzied love-making. The helplessly aroused widow couldn't help moaning abandonedly as she tried to express the depths of the unbelievable feelings which were churning inside her love-starved loins. Jerry continued his rhythmic pumping up into her eagerly welcoming cunt, his deep in-strokes getting faster and faster, his heavy sperm-laden balls dangling pendulously beneath his plunging cock.
"Oh God! Oh God! My pussy's on fire! I can't-" the impassioned widow mewled, realizing for the first time that she didn't even know her young lover's name. But that didn't matter, because her whole body was straining toward release, and she felt as if she would snap in two. Her backbone was taut and stiff, and her head was reeling. Her fingers dug like claws into the boy's back while her heels drummed below against his perspiring flesh. Her long blonde mane billowed out wildly from her tossing head, and her eyes seemed glazed with lustful excitement.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh ... Oh God, I'm cumming!" she gasped suddenly, every nerve ending in her body tingling with excruciating pleasure. The veins stood out like steel cables in her thighs as she clamped them tightly around the boy's slender hips, and then she began to collapse in a series of frantic shudders which left her weak and breathless.
"Aaaaaagghhhh ... Aaaaaggggghhhh ... Aaaaaaggggghhhhh..." she chanted insanely, as spasm after spasm of intense pleasure shook her voluptuous body like a rag doll. Wild chaotic images flashed through her brain, of her husband, Tom, her angry boyfriend, Fred, the latest disappointed would-be lover, almost as if she were unconsciously comparing them to the aroused boy who was fucking so frantically between her legs. And it didn't matter if she did compare them, because none of them measured up to this virile young stranger!
"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH..." Jerry suddenly cried, and then he felt merciful relief in his seething balls, as the churning riot of his semen was released and went rushing along the pounding length of his cock to erupt explosively in her greedily sucking vagina. He sent his white-hot sperm shooting up into the depths of her helplessly aroused little belly, feeling her heated inner walls clutching voraciously on his pumping penis. His eyes were lust-dimmed and he could barely make out the quivering figure beneath him, but he knew that she was just as excited and aroused as he was. A thrill of pride winged through him and he felt happier than he had in all his life. His promotion in the gang, even Scoop's scant words of praise, meant nothing to him now in comparison with the glory of this sensual moment. His brain was whirling, and tremors of almost unbearable pleasure surged throughout his body as he continued to empty his roiling sperm up between her still quivering legs.
Jeanne felt his foaming cum as it shot up into the secret depths of her womb and her whole body trembled with lustful fulfillment. Oh God, she had no idea that it could be like this ... it was so different from anything she had ever experienced before. She had found out at last what it meant to be a true woman, and for the present moment, nothing about the circumstances mattered but the overjoying fact of her awakening from her prudish slumber.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jeanne didn't sleep for what remained of the night after the boy left. When she had wakened from a drowsy peacefulness following her fantastic climax, he was gone, and she didn't know whether to be glad or sorry. Now, sipping her morning coffee, she tried to think back over the events of last night. It was hard to believe the different feelings she had experienced all in the course of a couple of hours. First, overwhelming fear when she awakened suddenly and knew that there was someone in the room. Then, shock and disgust when the unknown thug made obvious his intentions. And then unbelievably, her total submission to his forced lovemaking. It was understandable that she had to give in, because of his threats, but the incredible part was that she had actually enjoyed every moment of their illicit entwinement. More than that, she had become totally aroused to the extent of abandoning herself completely to the demands and desires of her wantonly excited body.
Her thoughts were completely confused. On one hand, she was conscious of a burning shame that seemed to eat at the very core of her being. How could she have debased herself like that? Behaved in such a shameful way? Tolerated the boy's lovemaking to the extent of going crazy with passion and losing control of herself.
She didn't know what kind of a spell he had cast on her, but she only knew that he did. She had acted in a depraved manner, and even now thinking about it, her face flushed with mortification and self-loathing.
But another part of her feverishly working brain looked at the whole thing differently. There was a vibrant surge of life thrilling through her body, right at this very minute, which hadn't been there yesterday. Before, she had been conscious of a dull ache of despair and hopelessness, which had now disappeared. Certainly it was depraved, the way she had responded to a lewd teenager's lovemaking, but she couldn't think it was all wrong. After all, he had awakened her, hadn't he? He had made her into a complete woman, and how many women were lucky enough to experience that, especially at a time when they thought all hope was gone? No, she couldn't condemn herself completely, even though the voice of her puritan upbringing was clamoring for atonement and contrition.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost time to get to work. Already, at the thought of the office and her job there, a feeling of unreality swept over her. Oh God, am I the same person, or did I just dream what happened last night? She couldn't help puzzling over the fact that the boy had come back, and could think of no other reason than the one he gave, namely that he hadn't time to ... to what? Rape, was that the word? Certainly he had forced her to submit, but only at first. Afterwards, she'd have been miserable if he had stopped before she experienced true passion. She remembered her stab of disappointment when he had taken his hand away from her tingling pussy and she hadn't realized quite what was about to happen. Oh God, I'm lost, she thought, and not for the first time. She attempted to keep in mind all the circumstances his forced entry into the house, his threatening her with the terrifying knife, the calm crude way he undressed and got into bed beside her. But again and again, her thoughts kept returning to the pleasure she had felt, the sensations of lewd excitement which had possessed her body, and of which she still unbelievably felt a lingering trace. That was the part that kept coming back into her mind, and confusing her. When she thought of the sexual ecstasy she had experienced for the first time in her life, she couldn't bring herself to judge the blonde-haired teenager too harshly.
Jeanne knew he was in the wrong, that he had all the makings of a real hoodlum. She even knew that it was her civic duty to report what happened to the police. But still ... an image of his pinched, white face rose up in her mind, and then she saw it as it had been, suddenly transformed by his fleeting smile, and she felt her heart melting. Oh goodness, she couldn't report him to the police that was out of the question.
But he was potentially dangerous, she knew that. Another woman might not be as acquiescent or as immoral as she was, and he might lose his temper and slash her with his knife. If that happened, she'd feel terrible and she would have, quite rightly, a heavy load of guilt to bear. But, what could she do?
I'll probably never seen him again, she told herself firmly. It was an isolated incident, she was sure, even though he came back twice, but that was only to finish the job, as he had said himself. She knew she felt a twinge of sympathy for him. He was so young how terrible it must be to be driven to crime like that!
She grabbed her purse, realizing that she'd have to take a cab instead of the bus because she had spent so long thinking about last night. Determinedly, she put all thoughts of the lean youth out of her head, as she hurried off to work.
"You goin' on a job or somethin'? " Stevie Walsh asked anxiously, hurriedly trying to keep up with Jerry as he strode along toward the bus station.
"Nope, but I'm jus' casin' out a place I've got in mind!"
"Mind if I come along?"
"No, I don't want anyone. I'll do it myself."
"But you know Scoop told us not to work solo, not even you!"
"When it's time for the job, I'll take you along!"
Stevie glanced covertly at his friend. They were exactly the same age, fourteen, but as different as possible in appearance. Stevie was much shorter, besides being stocky and better built, and he had a much quicker temper than his better-natured friend. They had both been raised in the same neighborhood on the South Side, and had grown up together as they experienced the harsh facts of life as they were to know them. Stevie looked up to the blonde-haired boy, even though he thought Jerry was sometimes too soft. He'd always try to avoid cutting someone up, if he could, and he was always less cruel than the others to the gang girls.
Stevie couldn't understand that at all. He knew that the only way to appear tough was to act tough, and that was what had got Scoop where he was. But Jerry had done pretty well too, but his buddy knew that it was because he took time to think things out, instead of rushing blind into everything, and he saved the gang a hell of a lot of trouble that way. Between them, Scoop and Jerry were a pretty good combination, and they all had hopes of coming to some kind of agreement with the Rangers. Their territory verged on the Blackstone beat, and they were forever in rumbles with the Negro gang. They had no hopes of ever really beating them, because the Rangers were in the majority by far, but now that the Cardinals, as Scoop's gang called themselves, were getting stronger, maybe some kind of truce could be decided on.
Yes, Stevie was feeling good, but for one thing. Jerry sure was acting strange. Ever since that night when he'd come back with the fifty bucks. Scoop had decided to make him second leader. He just hadn't been the same since. He always seemed to be thinking of something else, like now even. And it bugged him that Jerry didn't want him along. The rule was always for a look-out, even just for casing a place, and Stevie would always accompany Jerry on his jobs.
But he knew where he wasn't wanted. He wasn't going to hang around if Jerry didn't want him. He had better things to do. There was that new girl, Sylvia, for instance. She was like a tiger in the sack, so much so that Scoop .was beginning to really notice her, and Stella was getting angry. Jerry didn't even try out the new broad, and that was a surprise too, because usually his buddy got first go after Scoop and whoever introduced the new addition. Oh well, he couldn't worry about that too much. He had things on his own mind...
* * *
Jeanne was just about to turn off the television and prepare for bed when she was disturbed by a loud hammering on the door. Her heart contracted, but strangely, because of the events of the past week, she wasn't as frightened as she might be. But she couldn't think who it might be. It wasn't Fred, she knew. That was definitely finished. And she just couldn't think of anyone who'd be pounding on the door like that. And so late too. It was nearly midnight. She had hardly noticed the time going, since she had become engrossed in an old film on television, even to the extent of forgetting her own troubles.
Timidly, she went to the front door, and unlatched it, first making sure that the safety chain was in operation.
As soon as it was open a crack, a desperate voice hissed:
"It's me! For Chrissake let me in!"
For a long moment, she stood there, paralyzed with shock. It was the young thug again! But something was wrong, she knew instinctively, otherwise he wouldn't have come to her like this.
"For God's sake, hurry!" he urged again, and this time, her hands numbly went to the safety chain and she opened the door enough for him to slip inside.
"Now lock the door again and turn on all the lights!"
"A-all of them?"
"Yes, and hurry!"
Dazedly, she obeyed him, and finally when the house was flooded with light, she turned to him.
"B-but what-"
Then she saw that he was leaning where she had left him in the hall, his eyes closed, his thin body heaving. Looking closer, she saw that his clothes were all torn, and there was a blackening bruise over his left eye, which was still bleeding down over streaks of already congealed blood. Her horrified gaze went to his arm. which she saw was also streaming, and to the dangerous looking cut on his thigh, where his pants were ripped away.
"Y-you're hurt!" she gasped somewhat superfluously.
After a moment of silence, his attractive blue eyes opened and he stared at her unwaveringly.
"I ... I guess I should thank you! You saved my life!"
The flabbergasted widow couldn't suppress a blush, which was quickly followed by a surge of sympathy for the exhausted youth. A thug he might be, but he was hurt and in need of help.
"W-who's out there?" she finally whispered.
"Some ... some of the Rangers. I was on my way here, and they caught up with me. I ... I lost my knife!"
He was on his way here! The Rangers! She shuddered at the mere mention of the terrifying South Side gang, who terrorized everyone in the whole area. And right now, they were probably on her street, looking for this boy!
"T-they'll figure I hid somewhere, but if they see all the lights on here, they'll think it's somewhere else!"
Despite her horror, the wide-eyed blonde was fascinated. She had heard about all the different gang rivalries, but now she was experiencing evidence of it first hand. It was frightening ... but in a thrilling, forbidden way, exciting also. Just like this pale, trembling boy!
Just then a police siren wailed loud and long, right on her own block, and the boy gave her a fleeting smile.
"I guess that makes me pretty safe! I didn't think I'd ever have to be grateful to the goddamn cops!"
Jeanne couldn't help smiling as well, but then she noticed with horror that the youth seemed to be getting weaker.
"I'd better take a look at you and see if I can do anything about some of those wounds," she said briskly.
She helped him to hobble into the living room.
"I think maybe a bath, and that way I can see your cuts and do something about them!"
The boy didn't object, so she helped him again toward the bathroom. She ran the bath for him, and then went to get her meager first aid kit in the kitchen. Before she went she said, "This will do you good and will clear away some of the blood as well as stop the new bleeding. Only don't let it get too hot."
She was astonished at her own authority. She had little or no knowledge of first aid, and she knew she would have to go by instinct. He was probably more worn out from his run and fight than anything, she thought reflectively, and she couldn't help thinking that he looked half-starved as well. Before she left the kitchen, she put some soup to heat on a low burner.
She concealed any embarrassment she felt as she went back into the bathroom. He was lying back in the warm water, his eyes closed, blissfully, she thought, and in spite of her nervousness and concern for him, she couldn't help her gaze from going to the small curled expanse of his penis. It hardly looked the same as the throbbing shaft which had penetrated her last night and which had whipped her to such a frenzy. But she was determined to put such thoughts from her head, and began to give her attention to his wounds.
The one over his eyes seemed to be the worst after all. After she had bathed it and put antiseptic on it, she also placed a dressing on it, and hoped that the swelling would go down. The other cuts, she decided, didn't need stitches, and now that they were clean, a dusting of antiseptic powder when he was dry again would soon heal them.
She couldn't help but be aware of his admiring, grateful gaze riveted on her as she bathed and dressed his wounds. It was only natural that she'd help him, wasn't it? She'd help just about anyone who came to her door in that state, begging for assistance. She'd have to be pretty hard-hearted to turn someone like that out.
At last, she handed him a soft fluffy bath towel, and said smilingly, "I think you'll be all right. Now you dry yourself and then get into bed. You need some rest, and I'll bring you some soup in a moment."
Jerry stared up at her, his eyes warm, completely without embarrassment at the strangeness of his position, sitting there naked and bandaged in the bathtub.
"T-thanks, thanks a lot," he mumbled, his face reddening and some of his self-confidence slipping away.
"I don't even know your name," Jeanne laughed, to get her over this touching moment.
"Jerry ... Jerry Crampton," he said eagerly. "And you?"
"Jeanne, Jeanne Hawkins. I'm ... I'm a widow!"
Jerry didn't know why, but he felt an overwhelming surge of relief. He had guessed that she had no husband and had assumed that she was divorced. But this was just as good.
"Now hurry up and get into bed. The water is getting cold. And I just hope that soup isn't burning!"
Minutes later, when she came into the bedroom, carrying a laden tray, Jerry was sitting up in bed, propped up by several pillows.
"I feel a lot better now, Jeanne," he said almost shyly.
"And you'll feel even better after you've had some soup," she smiled.
"You know most people would have turned me over to the cops," he said earnestly, "especially after what happened last night and the other time!"
The widow didn't know what to say. She supposed he was right, but how could she tell him what the events of last night had really meant to her? He seemed to assume that she was shocked, even though he knew how much she had responded. She even supposed she should be shocked, but as the day wore on, she found it harder and harder to conjure up any feeling other than satisfied remembrance of what had happened. And now fate had thrown him back on her doorstep. Well, not quite.
"You said you were on your way over here when the Rangers attacked you?"
This time, Jerry blushed.
"Y-yes, I was. I don't know why, except..." he couldn't finish. How could he admit that he came over with the intention of fucking her again, forcing her to submit even if she didn't want to. That was why he didn't want Stevie tagging along. After last night, when he thought he'd get over his preoccupation with the blonde, he was more wrapped up in her than ever. He hadn't even noticed the new chick who had joined the gang until Stevie pointed her out, even though he knew he had second right to her after Scoop.
Luckily talking became unnecessary then, because Jerry was wolfing down the soup and
Jeanne was fixing a sandwich for him in between sipping her own coffee.
"You must be starving," she said kindly, "didn't you have dinner?"
"I ... I don't eat regular," he mumbled as he accepted the sandwich she offered. He didn't want to tell her that usually he only ate what he could get his hands on, because at home, there wasn't enough for the others, even without him. But she probably wouldn't understand, he told himself fiercely, biting into the delicious sandwich.
At last, Jerry lay back against the pillows. He hadn't felt so good in a long time. It had been ages since he felt completely full, and he looked gratefully at the blonde widow who was taking away the tray. I sure was lucky the night I decided to try this joint out, he told himself, remembering all that had happened since. Of course, he now felt guilty about the fifty bucks, especially as she didn't mention it. So he wouldn't either. His feelings for her were undergoing a change. Before, he had wanted her because she was a beautiful woman, and he had seen her voluptuous body, and because he had an instinctual idea that she'd really get turned on. But now ... well, she'd been pretty good to him, the way a lot of broads wouldn't, and he didn't know what to do to make amends.
Jeanne returned to the bedroom. She had decided that she would sleep on the sofa in the living room for tonight. Tomorrow, she knew, he'd probably go back where he came from; that is, if he hadn't already left by the time she wakened.
"Won't your folks be worried about you?" she asked, because it had tacitly become understood that he'd spend the night right where he was.
He shook his head, but didn't seem too upset.
Bending down, she began to pull the blankets up around him.
"After a good night's sleep, you'll-"
"Aaaaahhh ... aaahhh..."
She jerked back, staring at him.
"You ... you moved the bandage on my leg and it hurt!" he explained a little shamefacedly.
"I'd better take a look at it," she said briskly. Quickly, she pulled down the bed coverings, and then all her motherly and nursing instincts failed. She had forgotten that he was naked under the sheets! Her face flushed crimson, and she tried to keep her attention on the slightly shifted bandage.
Her hands quivering, she tugged it back in place, desperately hoping he wouldn't notice her discomfiture or the reason for it. What's come over me? she asked herself miserably, as in spite of her attempts to stop herself, her eyes kept gliding across to the semi-erect length of his penis. Oh God, what's happening to me? Why can't I act like a normal woman? He's only a sick boy, little more than a child, she insisted, but even as she did so, an image of this same teenager as he had been last night, when he had driven his rock-hard penis up between her legs, flashed erotically into her mind. He might be just a mere boy, but last night he had been her impassioned lover!
She stood there by the side of the bed, her eyes glazing. Her heart was thumping, and if a thunderbolt struck behind her, she couldn't have moved. Fear trickled through her brain, raising goose-bumps all over her skin, as she tried to marshal her wandering thoughts. Oh God woman, pull yourself together, she ordered herself desperately, but to no avail. She just stood there, mesmerized. By what, she didn't know. All she knew was that something strange and unnatural was happening to her and she just couldn't combat it.
Then, as if in a dream, she reached out her hand and brushed her long slender fingers delicately against the throbbing bulge of his awakening penis.
"Aaaaahhh ... " Jerry sighed, not really knowing what was going on, but pleased about it anyway.
The semi-hard shaft leaped into surging rigidity under her touch and she stared at it almost wonderingly.
"Do it again!" Jerry whispered urgently, his eyes widening with lust.
Unconsciously, she obeyed him, reaching out once more and this time enclosing the slender growing rod between her fingers. Oh God, it felt so nice and firm in her hand ... she liked the vibrant feel of it so much!
Random thoughts flicked through her dazed brain as she began to carefully stroke the blood-filled shaft. It was wrong, what she was doing, she didn't need anyone to tell her that. She was stroking and caressing his young adolescent penis, in a shameful lewd way that was almost depraved. But she couldn't help herself. Some inner force was guiding her on, making her do this strange, unnatural act.
She could feel the blood racing resoundingly through the expanding rod between her fingers, and it gave her a sense of power and urgency to realize she was creating this life force.
As if in a dream, she continued to run her fingertips up and down the sensitively squirming surface, titillating the veined underside, probing just under the burgeoning head burrowing down into the golden-curled patch at the base. Then her other hand dropped to cradle his hardening balls, and she could feel them contract in her palm.
"Oh Christ, Jeanne ... your hand feels great on my prick!" Jerry murmured excitedly, closing his eyes and lying back against the pillows. He could hardly believe it was happening. It was all so eerie, so strange it might be some kind of weird dream they were both in. But the pleasure shooting through him was certainly real, there was no doubt about that. And he sure was glad now that that damned dressing had slipped. Otherwise, none of this might have happened!
Jeanne looked down tenderly at the stretched out boy in her bed. She couldn't explain the feelings which were surging through her mind and body. They were as inexplicable, perhaps more so, as the maternally solicitous feelings he had evoked in her when he had stumbled into the hallway. She had never thought of herself as being particularly maternal, and yet he had brought out those sensations in her. And others ... She had never thought she'd do anything like this either. It was so out of character, and yet ...
There was no doubt about the fact that this boy affected her in a deep, unremitting way. He had touched her deep down inside where no one had ever touched before, and it was this feeling which was causing her to stand over the bed and stroke and fondle his ever-hardening penis. It was even more suiprising in view of their other encounters. But she was no longer shocked by what had happened. She didn't care about that any more. She was going to live in the present and follow her female instincts. For the moment, there'd be no more questioning, weighing, and comparing of facts. She'd just follow her heart, and accept the consequences.
And she knew what she wanted to do now. Depraved it might be, perverse even. But she wanted to go ahead and do it. and she was her own boss. There was no Tom around to tell her what to do, or any Fred to be shocked. There was only herself and Jerry. Her eyes narrowed as she stared lovingly down at him. She was going to do something she had never done, something she had never wanted to do before now. But this time, it was different. She looked down at the aroused youth and her eyes softened. Then slowly, she lowered her head, and reaching out with her tongue, ran it along the quivering length of his fully erect cock-shaft!
Jerry's eyes flew open and he gaped in astonishment at the beautiful widow bent lasciviously over his cock. He could hardly believe! He could feel shivers of excitement running along his spine, and he could see her long pink tongue lapping wetly along the tingling surface of his penis. The blonde sensed his amazed stare and turned to gaze at him for a moment.
"I'm going to suck your ... your cock," she said softly, her eyes glowing, her luscious lips curved into a seductive smile. "Would you like that, honey?"
Was that softly purring voice really hers? she wondered almost detachedly. Was she really saying those obscene words?
"Yes, oh Christ, yes," Jerry gasped, lying back on the pillows, his heart racing. Another tremor shivered through him as she resumed her tonguing, wetting his glistening penis all over with her saliva, darting her agile tongue into the tiny glans opening at the tip, tantalizing the lust-stiffened shaft with her twisting slippery oral caresses.
Jeanne settled herself on the bed and moved her head closer to her enticing target. His pungent male odor permeated her nostrils and drew her like a magnet to the enthralling tingling flesh of his genitals. Then slowly, carefully, she parted her full red lips and slid them down over the burgeoning head, enclosing it completely in her mouth, and tightening just under it like an elastic band. Mmmmmm, she couldn't help thinking, It feels good wonderful in fact! Instinctively, she began to glide her ovaled mouth down over the throbbing shaft, enfolding as much of his masculine hardness as she could between her lips, until she felt the spongy head touching the back of her throat. Then she began to move her lips up and down his palpitating penis, pressuring it almost unbearably each time, slipping the stiffened organ out until just the flaring head was still enclosed, and then taking it all back into her moist mouth, until his crinkly pubic curls grazed against her face. Her eyes closed and a look of pure lust masked her lovely face. She loved sucking his cock like this; she loved the feel of his pulsating shaft between her lips, just as she loved cradling his seething balls in the palm of her hand.
"Oh Christ ... it's fabulous!" Jerry gasped as shudders spasmed through his naked body, and warm flurries of pleasure gathered deep inside his adolescent loins. He wanted to just lie there, having his cock sucked and kissed by the alluring blonde widow, as if he was in some kind of a dream world. But he also wanted to see her. Slowly he opened his eyes, and he couldn't help the sudden sharp intake of his breath. Her long golden hair curtained her beautiful face, and the light from the bedside lamp shone on it, making it glitter and radiate almost like a halo. Her face looked almost ethereal, and at the same time she was definitely earthily lustful as her red mouth circled around his hardened cock.
The flabbergasted teenager wondered for a long moment if it was after all, just a dream, because he couldn't imagine anything as incredible as this happening to him. Then he sank back once more against the pillows, letting the tantalizing vision fade from his view, but keeping it firmly in his mind.
Jeanne continued to kiss and suck the blood-inflated shaft between her lips, her tongue working frenziedly as it swirled and dipped and darted around his sensitive cock-flesh. She felt completely happy and fulfilled, indulging in a task which she suddenly found to be one of the most pleasing in the world, and she knew from the groans and sighs of pleasure emanating from the head of the bed, that she was doing a good job. Fellatio seemed to come instinctively to her as she teased the tingling rod of his cock in her mouth, dipping her tongue once more into the glans opening at the tip of the head, and flicking off a tiny drop of premature semen which lurked there. Then she ran her busy tongue down the full length of his penis, right to the very base which was buried in golden pubic curls, and she even took those in her mouth when she could.
For a moment she stopped her frenzied sucking and lapping of his pleasure-charged cock-shaft, and dropped her tongue to lick at his seething balls. She felt the almost hairless skin crinkle under her touch, and immediately she closed her lips around the lust-hard balls, taking as much of them as she could right into her mouth!
"Oh God, Jeanne, you're driving me crazy!" Jerry couldn't help moaning as he writhed around on the bed. He was achingly alive from the sensations rippling through him from the widow's wild sucking of his cock, and his head felt as if it was about to explode. Unwittingly, he reached up and tangled his fingers in the curtain of hair which he had admired so much only minutes before, and forced her head down harder against his jerking penis, which was lunging up lewdly into her mouth. Oh God, he was past caring what he was doing. He forgot all about his cuts, his troubles with the Rangers, his deadly flight through the nearly empty streets, the terrifying moment when they had finally cornered him and he had lost his knife, the suspenseful minutes before he had miraculously got away from them and reached the safety of the widow's door. Yes, all that was behind him now, and nothing mattered but he was here with the most fantastic woman he'd ever known, or even imagined.
Jeanne sensed the quickening urgency in his lithe young body and redoubled her lapping and tonguing. As she continued to work her tongue frenziedly around the palpitating shaft between her lips, she realized that she had crossed the threshold. Before this, anything that had happened with Jerry had been forced at knifepoint upon her. But tonight, it had all been her own doing. She had calmly and rationally initiated oral lovemaking, and the boy hadn't given her the slightest indication or reason for doing it. It was just that she recognized the surfacing longings in her own body and was compelled to obey them. There'd be no holding them back in the future, and she didn't know whether that was good or bad.
All she knew was that she had made her choice and had decided to follow the impulses of her body. She would have to take the consequences, and she suddenly realized that she was braver than she had been, because she didn't mind the consequences, whatever they might be. They were worth it, for the sexual liberation which even now surged throughout her body.
But the impassioned youth on the bed knew nothing about her self-questioning thoughts. All he knew was that his cock felt as if it had been transformed into a time-bomb, ready to be detonated at any moment. He was pounding his buttocks into the bed, and he couldn't stop the hoarse, lewd sounds which were spilling from his lips.
"Oh Christ, keep sucking my prick like that! Aaaaahhh ... Keep succkingggg ... AAAARRRGGGHHH!! "
Jeanne felt his body stiffen and then he was ramming his pulsating penis far back against her throat. Her lips closed tightly around the jerking shaft and then she felt the first rush of his scalding sperm as it erupted from the lust-bloated head and gushed up into her mouth. Greedily, she sucked it, feeling it trickle down her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and filled like a stranded fish as she accepted his seething semen, taking it gratefully in her mouth, not letting even a tiny drop escape.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... don't stop!" Jerry moaned unconsciously as his head tossed from side to side and he continued to force his ejaculating cock up into the widow's hungrily sucking mouth. The tantalizing pressure of her lips around his palpitating shaft added to his supreme pleasure, as did her almost frenzied kneading of his writhing balls.
Jeanne closed her eyes in blissful happiness. As she still clung greedily to his rapidly deflating cock, she knew that all barriers had been removed. They had only really been there in her mind and she had succeeded in shifting them. Now she was free to follow her impulses, which right now lead her unerringly to the pale, lithe boy on the bed. He was all she was interested in, and she would show him how grateful she was for all he had done for her. He wouldn't regret that first night he had forced his way into her house, because now she didn't either. No, not at all...
CHAPTER FIVE
"When we goin' to do all them jobs you've got lined up?" Stevie wanted to know. "Scoop's been askin' "
"For Chrissakes, leave me alone," Jerry snapped, "we'll do 'em when I'm good an' ready and not before!"
"I don't see why you hafta be so touchy about it," his friend complained.
"I don't mean nothing by it! I'm just worried over somethin' else."
"Maybe if you talked about it " Stevie suggested eagerly.
"That wouldn't do no good," Jerry said, "and I've gotta go now! See ya," he said, and walked quickly away.
Stevie stared after him, his brain a tumble of different feelings. He knew something had come over his buddy but he didn't know what. In the three weeks since he'd been made second in the gang, he'd changed. He never had any time for anything any more, and Scoop was beginning to grumble about him and Stevie not making any scores. In fact, Stevie himself came in for most of the pressure from Scoop, because the leader didn't want to tackle Jerry right out. Stevie tried to cover up for his buddy, but it was getting pretty hard to do lately. If only Jerry would snap out of it, he thought worriedly. He was beginning to wonder just where his buddy spent all his time. He just couldn't be checking out places to score from. He had some kind of secret, and suddenly Stevie wanted very much to find out what it was. His friend was always anxious to be rid of him lately, and always hurried off around this time. And he never even told them how he managed to escape from the Rangers a couple of weeks back when he lost his knife and got all cut up. Or even where he got his cuts dressed. He just mumbled something about the cops, and wouldn't say any more. Well, Stevie had his suspicions now, and he wasn't going to be put off with any more dumb excuses. He'd find out once and for all what was going on!
He started to run, and just managed to catch sight of his tall lean friend as he turned a corner. Man, he sure is in a hurry, he thought excitedly. And I wonder why?
* * *
Jeanne was excited, just as she was every evening at this time. He'll be here any minute, she told herself, glancing anxiously at the clock. She couldn't help worrying every night that something would happen to him on the way over. After that night when he had been set upon by the Rangers, there was no telling what might happen. But Jerry had only laughed at her fears. "See, I've got my new knife," he said proudly, "so you don't have to worry about me none," he said. So she tried to stifle her anxieties, but she always drew a sigh of relief when she heard his special knock on the door.
Her whole life had changed since that night when he had stumbled into her hallway, bruised and bleeding. Of course, she had known it would when she had started sucking his cock, and she was glad that she had had the courage to precipitate the change. Now she could hardly imagine what life had been like before the thin pale youth came into her life. Fred was only a dim memory, and she thought about Tom, her husband, less often than she ever did before. Her thoughts were completely occupied with Jerry. She never seemed to get him out of her mind. If she wasn't worrying about whether or not he was in trouble with the police, or if he was getting enough to eat, she was dreamily remembering all the hours of love they'd had since that first night. Her newly awakened body just couldn't seem to get enough of him. He knew ways of really delighting her, and for hours after he left, her body would tingle and thrill with remembered pleasure. Sometimes, and those times were fantastic, he stayed all night, and they hardly slept at all.
The doubts which had assailed her at first no longer bothered her. Sure, he was less than half her age, but that didn't matter at all. He was experienced in the way that counted, and that was all she was worried about for the moment. Besides, she hoped she was having a good effect on him in other ways. She gave him a meal every time she saw him, and he was beginning to fill out a little well, not exactly fill out, but at least to lose the gaunt, pinched look he had from malnutrition. She was also advising him, very subtly of course, to think about giving up the gang and going back to school. So far he had eluded the authorities on that score, but it probably wouldn't be long before they got their hands on him. When that happened, they might delve further into his background and then-the widow couldn't suppress a shudder at the thought of her darling sent away to a reform school. Oh God, she'd die if that happened!
Thoughts like those increased her worries about him and made her fearful every moment he was out of her sight. Wild insane thoughts of adopting him or making him her ward came into her mind, but she had to dismiss them as crazy. He had a family somewhere, she knew, who if they didn't concern themselves overmuch with him, would definitely miss him if he disappeared altogether.
At that moment, to her inexpressible relief, she heard the familiar tattoo on the door and hurried to open it.
"Oh thank goodness, darling," she murmured, throwing herself into his arms, "I thought something had happened to you!" As she always said that when she greeted him, Jerry just smiled and folded her in a strong passionate embrace. Every morning, he thought that this part of the day would never come around. He counted the hours, unable to keep his mind off his beautiful blonde mistress, the image of her sensual body forever in his thoughts. He knew that she thought of him a lot, and he still could hardly believe his good fortune. The days had sped by, in the sense that it seemed like only yesterday, instead of two weeks ago, that he had come here after narrowly escaping the Rangers, and she had sucked him off. Well, she had done that several times since, and he could still hardly get over the passionate thrill of it.
Yes, he was lucky, but secretly he wondered just how long he could evade Scoop, but particularly Stevie, who was getting real suspicious. But he decided to put those depressing thoughts out of his head and concentrate on the fabulous present. Later he'd think of something to tell Stevie, some red herring to throw in his way. Right now...
"Let's go into the bedroom right now." he whispered urgently, pulling the willing widow towards the door. "I want to do something special tonight!"
"Just wait an' see," he said enigmatically. "Now get that damn dress off!"
Eagerly, Jeanne complied with his terse order. She didn't mind his seeming lack of romanticism, because it only revealed the strength of his desire for her. She knew he loved to look at her naked body, and now she quickly pulled off the long hostess gown she was wearing. She was eager, too, for him to undress so she could feast her eyes on his lithe, muscular body the body that was capable of giving her so much pleasure.
"Now what is your big surprise?" she giggled when they were both on the bed.
"Don't be in such a hurry," he said, clamping his mouth against hers in a tight grinding kiss. As always, she melted into his arms, feeling her body fuse against his. Her full red lips parted as his tongue slipped inside and immediately hers leaped up to join in a lewd frenzied dance, whipping up a froth of their commingled saliva. Then his mouth reluctantly pulled away and began to trace hot burning kisses down the sweep of her long silky neck, lower still until they touched the palpitating mounds of her breasts. Then he enclosed first one, and then the other desire-tautened nipple, trapping it between his teeth and titillating it with his tongue. Lower still, to kiss gently the nipped in curve of her waist, and still lower until his mouth brushed against the curly wisps of her pubic mound.
"Oh darling, oopooooohhhhhhh ... " she found herself sighing from the unexpected contact. Chills raced along her spine and she began to writhe almost imperceptibly on the bed. Involuntarily she eased apart her tender thighs, revealing the moist pinkness of her quivering vaginal slit.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..." she gasped as her young lover's tongue came into delirious contact with the wetly churning cuntal flesh, and unconsciously she winced, pulling away quickly before she realized what she was doing.
"It's all right honey, I'm just going to lick your cunt!"
In spite of her new lack of prudery, the widow gasped at the lewd words. A forbidden chill spiraled along her backbone as inevitable doubts filled her teeming brain. No, something like that is sick ... she felt herself thinking. It's perverse But after that her thoughts were blanked out as Jerry's long wet tongue snaked up into the secret folds of her trembling pussy. A long tremor scrambled through her naked body and left her almost breathless. Oh dear God, it might be wrong, but it felt so good. Far better than she had ever imagined it would. She waited almost expectantly for the next gentle oral caress, holding her breath as she felt him lick and kiss the tremulous outer flesh. Then she couldn't help spreading her long shapely legs a little further apart and flexing her pelvis upward as her teenaged lover continued lapping at the blood-flushed furrow of her eagerly exposed pussy.
* * *
Stevie stood staring perplexedly at the house. He had come to the end of the trail and now he didn't know what to do. But he had definitely seen Jerry going in here, at least he went around the back, and Stevie had been standing outside for fifteen minutes or more. So he still must be in there. But what the hell is he doing? The puzzled teenager shrugged his shoulders. There was only one way to find out!
Carefully, he crept around the side of the house, the way he had seen Jerry going, and immediately he saw that there was a light in one of the back windows. The only trouble was the blinds were drawn and he wasn't able to take a gander and see what was going on. He'd have to try the back door, because that was the way Jerry must've gotten in; that is, if he was inside. But he'd have to be very careful...
He tried the back door and found that it was locked. In seconds, he had pulled out a thin piece of wire from his inside pocket, and after half a minute of concentration, he had the door open. Now for the hard part, he told himself as he crept silently into the kitchen.
Moving silently out of the kitchen, he came into the hallway and was rewarded almost immediately by the sight of Jerry's leather jacket hanging on the coat rack. Now what the hell is he doing here? he wondered again, as he groped his way towards the only lighted room in the house.
Strange muffled sounds came from it, and his heart in his mouth, Stevie Walsh turned the door handle. Praying it wouldn't creak, he slowly pushed it open. When it was sufficiently ajar, he cautiously stepped into the room, shielding his eyes against the light. Then he saw what his friend had been up to. For a moment he was tempted to laugh aloud, but he checked himself. The cheatin' son of a bitch, he raged silently after his first flash of mirth passed. Why the hell didn't he let me in on the big secret? He stared resentfully at the lascivious sight that met his eyes, his anger making him forget to be surprised or even shocked. He could see right away that the blonde stretched out on the bed was beautiful. Her lovely long hair hung about her face and she looked as if she had a fabulous body. He didn't see much of his buddy, because his face was buried between the lovely shapely legs which were stretched out on either side of his head. The muffled moans were coming from the impassioned blonde, and as Stevie stood there gaping, resentment seethed inside him at the realization that his buddy had not only lied to him, but also deliberately kept this little number from him. The goddamn lousy bastard...
* * *
Jeanne was in absolute heaven. She had abandoned herself completely to the impassioned sensations which were being awakened in her finely honed body, and she had quickly dispatched the irksome doubts which had first clouded her thoughts. She was free of all that, she reminded herself, and she owed no explanation to anybody. She spread her quivering legs even further apart, revealing eagerly the full plane of her tingling pussy.
Jerry's tongue searched among the moist velvety folds, taking them between his lips, kissing and sucking and lapping at the piquant cuntal flesh. Her flowering vagina rimmed his nose and mouth and he could inhale her exotic feminine odor. His hands tightened their stranglehold on her hips as his roaming tongue suddenly found the burgeoning bud of her clitoris.
"AAAAAaaaarrrrhhhhh ... Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped helplessly as he began to titillate the little knob mercilessly, rolling it between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue. making it grow into blood-filled rigidity. He could feel her body writhing and churning with mounting passion and suddenly he wanted to see her. He always thought she looked more beautiful than ever when she was flushed with sexual excitement, so he raised his head and glanced up the length of her visibly quivering body. Jerry saw that her curvaceous body was suffused with a sensual flush, and that the roseate buds of her nipples were hard and pointed. Then he noticed that her ivory carved face was shining with lewd intensity, transformed by the sheer force of her illicit arousal. Her blonde hair hung in curling tendrils around her lust-dimmed features, and he could just barely discern that her eyes were half closed with the overwhelming intensity of her passion. With a satisfied sigh, he went back to his lascivious task, flicking his tongue out expertly and probing it up into the far reaches of her pulsating pussy.
Meanwhile over at the door, Stevie nearly collapsed when he saw his buddy raising his head. He was sure that he would be spotted and he didn't want that to happen yet. So he had been relieved when he saw Jerry return to the steamy furrow of the blonde's twitching cunt. Now he realized he was beginning to get excited just watching such a totally salacious spectacle, and he held his anger and resentment back, keeping them in reserve while he gaped avidly at the licentious sight taking place just a few yards in front of him. Man, Jerry sure is enjoying eating out her pussy, and the broad looks as if she's going crazy from it too!
The watching teenager would like to have been able to see everything closer, but he was afraid to move even an inch in case the ever alert Jerry heard him. He'd like to be able to see the blonde's exposed pussy, all moist and pink as he imagined it would be, but as it was, he could just barely catch the restless flickering in and out of Crampton's tongue as it swirled around the glistening cuntal folds. Man. she sure has a pair of tits, he thought enviously, wondering where his buddy had managed to meet up with such a sweetie. He felt his anger returning again and tried to keep it down, because if he didn't, he might just rush in there and punch that sneaky son of a bitch Crampton in the jaw!
For a few moments, Jeanne felt as if she was suspended somewhere in space. Her entire body was tingling, and she knew that her breath was coming in ragged pants. Jerry had finally stopped stroking and licking her turgid little clitoris and now his pointed tongue was dipping enticingly at the edges of her hungrily clasping cunt. She held her breath, every nerve ending strained for the tremendous sensations which she knew were just around the corner.
Then without hesitation, after playing teasingly with the petal-shaped edges of her eagerly waiting cuntal orifice, Jerry stiffened his tongue and drove it right up into the hot clamoring depths of her proffered vagina!
"Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaaggghhhh! Aaaaagggghhh!" the helplessly aroused widow sobbed wildly as her body twisted and flailed on the disrupted bed. She felt her inner vaginal walls clutching voraciously around the plunging tongue, trying to suck it right up into her openly receptive cuntal depths. Oh dear God, this was fantastic, and it was getting better and better. She might have known when her darling lover said he had a surprise for her that he meant something special. Well he certainly had in this case, and to think she had been silently objecting at first!
Jerry continued to send his agile tongue thrusting up into her over-heated vagina. He could feel his breath coming back to him in pussy-scented wafts, and it enhanced the satisfaction he was feeling from the pleasure he was giving the beautiful widow. He'd had an idea that she'd like this oral fucking, and he had sure been right!
Stevie was getting really excited now as he stood there gaping lewdly from his vantage point across the room. His eyes were bulging and he could feel the familiar stirrings in his penis as passion wakened inside him. Christ, he's tongue-fucking her, he thought excitedly as he heard the blonde's uncontrolled cries of pleasure and watched the animalistic changes which came over her flailing body. Man, she's really crazy for it, he realized again, and once more, resentment and envy crowded in on him. He wanted to be the guy who was hunched between her legs. He wanted to be driving his tongue right up into her cunt, and making her moan like that. He wanted to have his share of the kicks too, and Jerry ought to know what the rule of the Cardinals was. If Scoop heard about this, there'd be real trouble...
The passionately aroused widow was in a world of her own. Every breath released a pleasurable sob and she felt as if her body was ready to break in two. She was furiously grinding her seething cunt down against her young lover's frantically sucking mouth, trying to get as much enjoyment and pleasure out of it as she could. Electrifying ripples shot through her perspiration-soaked body, and made her tremble all over, and each up-thrust of young Jerry's unceasingly working tongue seemed to echo throughout her body and reverberate with accelerating intensity. Oh God, she was going crazy, and from sheer, unadulterated lust!
"Aaaaarrrrrrhhhhh ... Oh God darling, I love the way you're eating my cunt!" she moaned abandonedly, tossing her lovely proud head from side to side. Her words of praise stirred her ardent young lover onto more frenzied swirlings and lappings of his ever-active tongue, which felt as if it were being yanked off with each powerful clutching of her strong inner cuntal walls.
"Ooohhh yesss baby, I'm almost ready to cum from your fabulous sucking!" she murmured crazily, the lewd words tripping incoherently from her tongue. She was past caring about anything now but the whirlwind of pleasure eddying around inside her boiling loins, and the incredible licking she was getting right in the heart of her burning cunt. But oh God, she couldn't stand it much longer it was just too much for her!
Her shrill orgasmic cries echoed throughout the room and crashed against the ceiling, only to fall down and resound crazily to her own disbelieving ears. Oh dear God, she couldn't help it ... she was lost, totally lost in a jungle of pure primeval passion!
Her body twisted and flailed like a dervish, every muscle and cord in her lithe body tensed and standing out as she ground her softly fleshed ass-cheeks into the bed and forced her desire-ridden vaginal mound up against her young lover's half-hidden face. Her feverish cuntal passage was clutching wildly on his plunging tongue, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting it in and out, and then he felt a fine mist cascading down on his perspiring face as her helplessly secreting inner walls released her climactic juices.
Still she quivered uncontrollably, her mouth still uttering incoherent moans of pleasure and her moistly churning pussy still ground eagerly against his mouth.
At last he felt the tremorings in her body begin to subside, and finally she released her strong thigh-hold on his face. Numbly, he pulled his wet, reddened face away and glanced at her tingling body, still basking in the after-glow of her tremendous orgasm.
"Now wasn't that a groovy surprise, honey," he wanted to know, looking at her prostrate female form, knowing that, once and for all, he conquered her as only a virile man could.
CHAPTER SIX
Stevie Walsh stood rooted to the ground, unable to move. Wild feelings were churning through his belly and his cock felt as if it was a red hot poker inside his jeans. His eyes were strained from staring across the room, and he was mesmerized by the wanton display of lust that he had just witnessed. The blonde was magnificent, there was no doubt about that, and it was incredible the way she really turned on to having her cunt sucked.
Now she had orgasmed, and Stevie could still hear her frantic cries of lust resounding in his ears. She was like a madwoman, the way she was twisting around on the bed, her head tossing from side to side like a wild mare's. He longed to go over there and see what she really looked like, just as he longed to get his hands on those perfect boobs, and to get a feel of that luscious cunt. And all the time that son of a bitch was hiding her from him, and from the rest of the gang. The sneaky bastard!
Still, Walsh thought fairly, he couldn't really blame his buddy. If he had the good luck to find a broad like this little piece of ass, he wouldn't be too happy about sharing her either. He'd probably do the same thing, try to keep her to himself. But at least he'd think about letting his best buddy have a chance. But not Jerry. No he never thought about anyone but himself. That was the trouble. He, Stevie, looked up to Jerry and was openly admiring, while the blonde-haired boy just seemed to tolerate him.
He wouldn't share the blonde with me in a million years. Stevie thought indignantly, his growing passion adding fuel to the fire of his hidden resentment. He stared across at the oblivious lovers again, envy tearing at his heart. He couldn't forget the way she looked when he was sucking her pussy. She was completely transformed into a mewling, helpless mass of wanton desire, and it rankled the stocky teenager that his buddy was the guy who had brought about this passionate change.
He wondered vaguely what to do. Should he just stand there and watch while they did something else? Or should he try and sneak out and tax Jerry with it later? Maybe trick him into admitting something and then telling him he knew the truth? That seemed like a lousy thing to do, but maybe it was the best thing. He was beginning to get just a bit pissed off with his buddy's offhand ways, and he wanted to prove that he was capable of things, too. like spying on other people, darted unbidden into his brain, and he shifted uncomfortably. No, other things, like being trusted and things like that.
If only he could think of the best way out now, though. The way that would mean the most benefit to him, Stevie. Maybe he should just slip outside and wait for Jerry to come out and then saunter casually up to him. That might work, but it was pretty stupid to hang around here so late af night, and on his own, because of the Rangers. No, he'd have to think of something else.
It was at that moment that he heard Jerry's remark to the blonde and a fresh stab of envy wounded him. They looked so happy and intimate, and he knew himself at that moment to be the intruder he was.
Incensed by the suppression of his excitement, and fired by his anger and disappointment at not being let in on the secret, he just couldn't stop himself from marching blindly right into the bedroom.
"You sneaky bastard! What have you got to say for yourself?" he snapped wildly, glaring first at his astonished friend and then the flabbergasted woman.
Immediately, Jerry's pale face hardened.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Stevie couldn't help flinching from the acid tone and the baleful look in Jerry's eyes.
"I followed you here. I got pissed off with waiting around for you. And I was beginning to see through all that shit about looking for jobs."
"That don't give you no right to come in here!" Again the icy, controlled voice.
"W-who is he?" Jeanne couldn't help whispering, her eyes round with fear. She was so amazed and a little frightened that she didn't even think of covering herself or concealing her beautiful naked body in any way.
"He's one of the gang, but I didn't know he was a Peeping Tom! I'm gonna make you pay for this," he hissed, his eyes blazing as he stared disgustedly at Stevie.
Walsh felt some of his bravado diminishing, but he tried to brazen it out.
"And what will Scoop have to say when I tell him about you breakin' the rules? What'll you say then?"
"This is none of your goddamn business!"
"Yes it is! You know the rule about broads in the Cardinals. Share and share alike, no matter what."
"Watch your filthy mouth when you talk about Jeanne. And she's not one of the Cardinals."
"No, but you are and so am I!"
"Meaning?"
"The rule still holds!"
The widow was listening in growing horror. She tried to tell herself that they were only boys, but they were so ferocious, and in so many ways they were old before their time.
The air was filled with tension as the two teenagers stared at each other, neither of them willing to back down.
"C-couldn't we just talk about it calmly for a minute?" she queried at last, looking appealingly at her angry young lover.
"This son of a bitch is hell bent on making trouble," he snarled, and Jeanne stared at him in surprise. She really hadn't seen this side of his personality since that night when he first broke into the house and had forced her to masturbate. She had almost forgotten it existed, and now she was being horribly reminded of his latent aggressiveness.
"Maybe we should do as the lady says," Stevie said at length, recognizing the dangerous light in Jerry's eyes.
But Jerry wasn't going to relent.
"As far as I'm concerned, there ain't nothing to talk about! So beat it!"
But neither was Stevie about to give up, now that he had gotten this far.
"Listen buddy, don't high-hat me. I've seen a lot tonight, and I ain't sure yet I'm gonna keep it to myself!"
Jeanne stared at him, her heart thumping. He had seen everything! He had been watching when she climaxed so wildly and obscenely. She just hadn't realized that he had been standing there all the time.
"What d'ya mean by that?" Jerry questioned, his whole demeanor hostile.
"Just what I said. I'm sure Scoop would be might glad to hear about this, but at the same time I'm sure the lady don't want everyone to know she's fucking a kid of your age!"
Jerry's face reddened with anger, but he didn't say anything. He'd take Walsh up on that insult some other time, but right now he was worried about him telling someone, the cops maybe, and making things rough for Jeanne. That was the last thing he wanted.
Stevie noticed his buddy's change of attitude and pushed his point a little further.
"So what say we come to some kinda deal, huh?"
It was Jeanne who spoke, her voice trembling with fear and a growing sense of shock.
"A deal? W-what do you mean by that?"
"I can see you're gettin' interested, lady," Stevie chuckled, suddenly fully aware that he held the trump card. "Now let's hear what Jerry has to say!"
"What stupid idea have you got in your stinking head?" Jerry said at last, disgust and irritation in his voice.
"Looks like we can get down to business," the stocky teenager laughed, moving closer to the bed.
"I didn't tell you to come over here," Jerry snarled, his fury mounting with every passing second. "Say what you hafta say and then beat it."
Stevie's eyes narrowed, but he controlled his bubbling temper. He didn't want to spoil things by getting into a rage.
"The lady obviously don't want me to spread the news about her new lover," he sniggered, "and the best way for that not to happen, is to follow the gang rule! Share and share alike, the way we always do!"
Jerry flushed and refrained from looking at his beautiful mistress.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked in a choked voice.
"Oh, just that in our gang, we all get to fuck the broads, no matter who they belong to!" Stevie explained airily. "Especially the new ones. Scoop, that's our leader, get's first chance, of course, then the guy who brings her in. Next after that usually comes Jerry!"
Maliciously, Stevie was enjoying the effect his announcement was having both on Jeanne and Jerry. The blonde widow was shocked by what she heard. She had known, of course, that her youthful lover was far from inexperienced, but she hadn't quite realized just how things were in the gang. He hadn't really explained to her, either. And now humiliating thoughts crossed her mind. Had he intended at some later date to share her around in the gang? And did he actually make love to some of the gang girls since he'd become her lover? Oh God, she couldn't bear to think about it...
Jerry was furious too. Why did Stevie have to squeal about the broads in the gang? Of course, the blonde boy knew fully well that Walsh was doing it just to upset Jeanne. And he particularly hadn't wanted her to know too much about that part of his life, because naturally she'd think that he looked on her the same way. And he didn't. She was something different altogether!
The miserable woman glanced at her teenaged lover, and couldn't help from feeling a stab of resentment. He was so inscrutable that there was no telling what he was really thinking or what he meant to do. She couldn't really believe, after all that had happened between them, that she meant nothing to him, but on the other hand-Pride surged up inside her. Well, she'd show him! She'd make him see that she had a mind of her own, and that if he thought she was going to become a gang girl at his bidding, she'd turn the tables on him.
"And what do you have in mind now?" she asked the eagerly watching stocky teenager.
Accustomed to all kind of personality conflicts within the gang, Stevie guessed at some of her probable emotions and was delighted with his success.
"Just what I said, baby doll. I was watching Jerry here eat out your cunt and I thought I'd like a piece of the action too!"
In spite of her initial flush of courage, Jeanne paled. Oh God, did he mean that he wanted to kiss and lick her down there too? Or did he mean he wanted to make love to her? Oh dear God, whatever it was, she couldn't stand it...
Jerry was infuriated beyond belief by Walsh's lewd words. But he forced himself not to say anything. There was nothing really he could say. He wanted to protect Jeanne and this was the only way he could do it. Later he'd fix that mealy-mouth Walsh. But right now, the other boy was able to call the shots.
The pale-faced youngster couldn't help but be aware of the widow's doubts about him. But she must know that he didn't see her as one of the gang girls. He treated her special, and she must realize that he thought of her as special too. He knew as well that he ought to give her some indication now of what he was really feeling. Even a look or a meaningful touch. But his pride wouldn't let him, and especially not in front of that punk, Walsh.
Jeanne looked with disbelief at her silent lover. Oh please Jerry, tell him he can V. Tell him anything, but don't let him touch me! But she didn't say anything aloud, and she saw that he was avoiding looking at her. She desperately wanted some reassurance from him, just as he thought, and miserably she saw that it wasn't forthcoming. Dismally, she looked distastefully at the patiently waiting intruder, and something inside her snapped. Jerry doesn't care about me after all! He was just pretending! He had to be, or he would do something about this guy here!
Her past feelings made her think that Jerry had an excuse, that there was a good reason for his silent behavior. But her pride grappled with those feelings, and won. And with the victory came a desire for revenge. She'd show him that she wasn't to be trampled on like this! She'd make him sorry for humiliating her! She'd pay him back, by mortifying him the way he had shamed her!
"Well, what's your name?" she asked brightly, looking once more at Walsh.
"Stevie. Stevie Walsh," he smirked, casting a sidelong glance at his silent buddy.
"Well, Stevie, seeing as Jerry doesn't seem to mind, I don't see why we can't get together like you suggest!"
Walsh's eyes lit up and he stared excitedly at the beautiful blonde. Also, he heard Jerry's sharp intake of breath and knew that his buddy was shocked.
Crampton couldn't help himself. He couldn't let this go on, both for his own sake and for Jeanne's.
"Please Jeanne, don't. I'll take care of him," he whispered urgently, and was shocked by the look of contempt in her eyes.
"It's a bit late for that, isn't it?" she hissed, pulling angrily away from him. The real reason for this was that she didn't want him to see the tears clinging to her lashes or to give him an idea of what she was really feeling. Now that she had put her cards on the table, she had to go through with this terrible charade.
Quivering inside, she turned once again towards Walsh.
"Now what exactly did you have in mind, Stevie?"
She trembled when she saw his eyes running lewdly over her naked body, and she longed to cover herself and conceal her nakedness from his lascivious gaze.
A passionate shiver rippled down Stevie's spine as he stared unwaveringly at the beautiful blonde. He could hardly believe his ears. She was actually asking him what he wanted to do! Man, he could hardly wait, and he wouldn't, just as soon as he made up his mind. His eyes dropped from the heaving mounds of her full ripe breasts, to the graceful curve of her hips, and then to the golden triangle between her shapely thighs.
Adding to his already considerable pleasure was the knowledge that Jerry was glowering silently on the bed, watching him with hatred. Well, I'll show him. He thinks I'm just dirt, but obviously the blonde broad doesn't.
"Having a hard time making up your mind honey?" Jeanne purred, each false word tearing at her heart. Oh Jerry darling, I don't want to do this to you, but you forced me to. If only I knew what you are really thinking.
"I want you to suck my cock!"
Stevie's excited voice broke in on the tense silence.
"W-what was that Stevie?" Jeanne couldn't help gasping.
"I want to put my prick in your mouth. I want you to suck it till I cum!"
Jerry's eyes were blazing as he stared loathingly at his buddy.
"You dirty scum! I oughta break your goddamn jaw for that! Get the hell outa here!"
"Now wait a minute, Jerry," Jeanne coolly interrupted. Although her heart was pounding, she tried to appear calm.
"Only minutes ago," she went on composedly, "you were happy to let Stevie and me work it out between ourselves. Now that we've come to an agreement, you've no right to interfere."
Jerry stared at her incredulously.
"You mean you wanta suck him off? You want him to put his cock in your mouth?"
She saw the disbelief in his eyes, and also the hurt. But she forced herself to ignore them.
"Yes I do," she lied, turning away suddenly. Oh God, why am I doing this?
"Come up here beside me on the bed, Stevie darling," she crooned, "and get naked, like me and Jerry!"
Stevie, trembling with mounting excitement, needed no second bidding, and began to clamber up on the bed, pulling off his clothes at the same time.
Jerry longed to get up and walk out of the room. He wanted to grab his clothes and leave the house completely. He knew he'd be in the way here now, that Jeanne was going to suck Walsh's cock and that he couldn't bear to watch. Yet, he stayed where he was, tormenting himself as he stared at his friend stretching out on the bed, with the lovely blonde widow hovering over him.
Helpless rage filled him, and even now made him want to smash his fist into Walsh's jaw. Disappointment and jealousy enveloped him as he stared dully at what was going on over on the other side of the bed. Oh Christ, I shouldn't have let this happen, he thought miserably, but not knowing how he could have forestalled it.
Stevie watched, his eyes widening with mingled pleasure and disbelief as Jeanne reached out with her long pink tongue and swept it along the length of his trembling cock. A dizzy shiver coursed along his spine and he could feel his pounding penis beginning to expand faster with each passing second.
"Oh man ... aaaaaahhh..." he sighed blissfully as he lay back to fully savor the experience of her long sensuous tongue gliding expertly over his pulsating male penis. Adding to his excitement was the knowledge that his buddy was watching closely. Stevie felt proud of the way he had handled the situation. It wasn't often that he was able to one-up Jerry, and the realization that he had at last done this was increasing, his enjoyment of the obscene situation.
The unhappy widow stared down at Walsh's blood-filled cock as she continued licking and sweeping it with her tongue. Oh dear God, why did I do it? she wondered helplessly. Her moment of triumph was over when she had seen the sad, humiliated look in her young lover's eyes. At that moment, she had been sorry for what she had precipitated; she knew now that she should have let Jerry handle the whole thing. But it was too late now for regrets. She had undoubtedly alienated her teenaged boyfriend, and she doubted that he would ever forgive her.
Miserably she returned her attention fully to what she was doing. The other boy's lust-stiffened shaft seemed to grow under her very eyes, inflating with each stroke of her quickly caressing tongue. Already the head was bulging grotesquely and gleaming a dull purple, and automatically she dropped her hand to cradle the seething sac of his cum-filled balls. She could inhale his intoxicating male odor and despite her regret and worry over Jerry, she found herself abandoning herself to the lewd task she liked so much. She couldn't help it, she told herself. It was in her blood now, and as soon as she got the taste of cock she was lost!
On the other side of the bed, Jerry couldn't help watching. He stared in stupefied shock as the blonde parted her full red lips and then tenderly enclosed the burgeoning head of Walsh's fully erect cock. S-she's doing it just the way she does it to me, he thought loathingly as he watched her circled mouth slide down over the glistening length.
"Christ baby, that's fabulous!" Stevie gasped, and Jerry could see the tremors reverberating throughout his outstretched body. Horrified as he was, the neglected young lover couldn't spare himself the sight of his beautiful mistress sucking his buddy's cock. It was almost as if he wanted to torture himself by watching, to punish himself for the way he had handled things. Deep inside him, a churning resentment gathered momentum with each passing second. She has no right to do this to me, he thought indignantly. I ain't fucked nobody since that night. She's my girlfriend now...
The widow was becoming more and more engrossed in her lascivious sucking of the teenager's stiffened penis. Her lips slipped up and down rhythmically over the bobbing shaft, enclosing almost all of his penis as they slid down, and then letting it glide out until just the bulging head was still firmly ensconced inside her warm moist mouth. Her hand kept up its frenzied kneading of his sperm-laden balls, timing her pressuring with the frantic swirling of her over-eager tongue. Why should I care about Jerry, she thought willfully. What Stevie was saying was obviously true, or else Jerry would have denied it. Instead, he let me go on thinking that he was only interested in me. He didn't even tell me about those ... disgusting gang girls.
But there was another reason for doing what she did, and she only began to admit to herself now as she threw herself fully into her depraved task. Although she had been shocked and humiliated when Stevie first burst into the room, she also felt a glimmer of interest in him. And then when Stevie began to upbraid Jerry, and she discovered the same kind of savagery, the same streak of ruthlessness in him that she admired in her own young lover, that glimmer exploded into lewd flames, and she hardly realized that it was her own lust, as well as her wounded pride, that was goading her to say the shocking things she did.
And now she was glad that it had happened that way. She enjoyed sucking this young hooligan's cock, and she instinctively recognized the depth of brutality which was hidden in him, and which was essentially lacking in Jerry. Even though it frightened her, it also fascinated her. She had seen his knife fall to the ground when he had pulled off his clothes, this one, she knew immediately, would not hesitate to use it to get his own way. Jerry, she had since discovered, avoiding using his weapon unless he really had to, and while she admired this somewhat commendable aspect of his personality, its opposite in young Stevie intrigued the more lurid and sensation-filled part of her mind. Besides, he also had a healthy, strong young body, not quite as lean as Jerry's, but attractive just the same. A licentious shiver ran down her spine, and she couldn't help smiling slightly even as she still sucked and slavered over his hard adolescent penis. I really am lecherous, she thought, not without a hint of pride. After all, why not? For so long, she had been prudish and hidebound. She had now plunged knowingly into this new kind of life, so why not take pride in her liberating decision?
"Man, you sure know how to suck my prick good," Stevie moaned through passion-clenched teeth. His words were like a knife turning in Jerry's heart. He had taught that cheating bitch to do that, and by rights now it ought to be his cock that was ramming up into her mouth! Instead, he had to lie here and watch the ldok of pleasure on her face as she curved her lips around Walsh's hotly throbbing penis, watch while her hand squeezed and pressured his balls in that special way, listen to Walsh's gasps of impassioned excitement. It was almost too much for the watching teenager to bear. But he'd get his revenge on both of them. He'd teach her never to do a thing like that again to him, and as for that goddamn snake, Walsh, he'd ... he'd ... well, he'd make him sorry some way that he had done this lousy thing to him. He'd make him sorry that he stole his girl, even if she had a lot to do with it.
The aroused widow couldn't help stealing a glance out of the corner of her eye at her neglected lover. What she saw wrung her heart, which she had thought had sufficiently hardened. But he looked so forlorn, sitting there miserably, his eyes hurt and appalled at what he was watching, yet unable to draw them away. I shouldn't hurt him like this, she thought reproachfully, and yet, if he really wanted to stop it happening, he could have. Maybe he really doesn't care. Maybe it's all just a show!
The confused blonde didn't know what to think. But at the moment, her thoughts didn't trouble her all that much as she returned her complete attention to kissing and licking young Stevie's passion-trembling cock. She could feel the vibrant life pulsing through the stiffened shaft as she ran her tongue lovingly over it, dipping and swirling while her tightly clasping lips continued to glide up and down the sensitively squirming surface. She probed the tingling webbed underside carefully and then drew up her tongue to dip it tantalizingly into the tiny glans opening at the tip. Then she slid her tongue down to root excitingly in the dark nest of pubic curls at the base, and for a moment she even released the pulsating shaft from her mouth so as to coat his writhing balls with her saliva. Then once more she accepted his lust-engorged cock into her mouth and redoubled her intensive efforts to give him as much pleasure as she could.
Stevie lay back in absolute bliss. His whole body was tingling, and his cock felt as if it was a ball of fire, getting hotter by the moment. The blonde's incredible sucking was sending out fingers of electrifying pleasure which stabbed at him everywhere, making him quiver continually. Once or twice he couldn't resist raising his head and glancing admiringly down at her. She sure looked beautiful bent over his penis like that, her face half hidden by her long shimmering hair. But he could see plainly the look of satisfaction and lust on her fact and he knew she was really enjoying sucking and licking his aching cock. Her magnificent eyes were clouded with passion as she ovaled her full ripe lips around the pulsating hardness of his fiery rod. And all the time she kept squeezing and kneading his balls in that lust-inciting way, making him think that at any moment they were going to explode with his pent-up semen.
He wondered what Jerry was thinking as he lay there watching. Serves the son of a bitch right, he thought maliciously. He shouldn't've tried to hide her from me. Now he's paying for it. His thoughts went back to when he let himself into the house and had discovered his buddy sucking the blonde's cunt. Now he knows somethin' of what I felt ... Pleasure tingled along every square inch of his flesh, pin pricks of excitement stabbing at his moisture-bathed skin. And the best thing of all was that Crampton couldn't do a damn thing about it. He, Stevie held the trump card and Jerry for once had to dance to his tune. And man, it sure was a great feeling!
Jeanne continued to suck frenziedly on the pumping penis inside her mouth. She sensed the growing intensity in the youth's body, and every fiber of her being was now concentrated on giving him the maximum pleasure that she could. She forgot for the moment about her miserable lover, watching only feet away on the bed. All she could think about was the throbbing shaft of male flesh thrusting up between her lips, and how hard and pounding it was getting. Already, she could taste a tiny speck of cum at the glans opening...
"Oh Christ, sweetie, keep sucking my cock like that ... I don't want you to stop!" Stevie moaned through clenched teeth as his whole body began to shiver uncontrollably. The bedroom seemed to spin around him and he tried to get it in focus. All that he could think of was that a voluptuous blonde that he didn't even know was sucking and licking his cock and that at any minute he was going to explode his cum right into her mouth.
Then his sturdy body was twisting like a whiplash, bouncing around wildly on the bed while he was ramming his blood-inflated penis up between Jeanne's greedily sucking lips.
"Aaggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh..." he continued to gasp, as suddenly he stiffened completely. His eyes were wild and his mouth was emitting coarse, obscene sounds. Then he collapsed on the bed again, pounding his strong buttocks against it, levering his pelvis upward to force his pumping shaft further into the widow's gaping mouth.
With a surge of delight, Jeanne felt his first rush of boiling semen, and greedily she gulped it down, exulting in the salty tang. Oh yes, this is just what I want, she couldn't help thinking as she continued to drink down the thickly seething fluid as it foamed between her glistening lips. Her hand still pumped crazily on Stevie's emptying balls, as she strove to drain every single drop out of them.
Jerry, still avidly watching, felt the blood rush to his face when he realized that his buddy was cumming in his lover's open mouth. His eyes widened with shock when he saw her lips fasten even more tightly around the jerking shaft, and then as her cheeks began to expand and then deflate, he knew that she was eagerly accepting his buddy's lewd sperm. She's drinking it all, he thought, fascinated in spite of himself, amazed that she didn't lose a single drop of the foaming liquid that was so filling her mouth. He watched numbly as her hand mechanically milked Walsh's pendulous balls, and he couldn't help notice the look of disappointment which flitted across her lovely lascivious face when it was obvious that his cumming was over and she had sucked him dry.
Still she clung greedily to his rapidly deflating penis, holding it firmly between her moist lips, until even she realized that it was now inert and useless. At last, she allowed it to slip from her mouth, still keeping her caressing hold on his empty balls.
But worst of all was the deep sigh of satisfaction which escaped Stevie as he lay back blissfully on the bed, a thin white string of semen still hanging between his satiated cock and Jeanne's full red lips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For a few minutes, there was complete silence save for Stevie's labored breathing. Then Jeanne was the first to speak.
"Well, are you two boys going to make it up?"
She looked from one to the other of them questioningly. Somehow at this moment it didn't seem strange that she was kneeling on her bed with two boys half her age, all three of them completely naked. It didn't seem strange at all.
For a moment, there was no reply. Then Jerry couldn't hold back the stream of resentment which had been bubbling inside him.
"Why the hell should I make up with that little turd? He had no right to come in here the way he did, and I'm gonna make him pay for what he did!"
Before Jeanne could intervene, Stevie piped back:
"An' you had no right to keep Jeanne from the rest of us in the Cardinals. You know you hadn't!"
"Now look here, you stupid son of a bitch. You shut your mouth about that before I break your goddamn jaw!"
"Now boys, please," the widow interrupted, injecting firmness into her voice. "I don't want to hear any more of that bad language from either of you, or any more threats for that matter. We have to get to the bottom of this by talking it all over calmly."
"There ain't nothing to talk about," grumbled Jerry half to himself.
"What about my problem?" Jeanne asked softly.
"Y-your problem?"
"Yes, mine,"" she said firmly, having actually only recalled it herself. "Remember we have to convince Stevie not to tell anyone that you're my lover!"
This re-affirmation of his position sent a ray of hope shooting through the miserable teenager, but he couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "By the time I've finished with "
"I said no more threats," Jeanne interrupted coldly, and Jerry turned away, humiliated.
"Well, I'm almost convinced," Stevie said cheerily. "But not quite..."
He felt tremendously self-confident, because he sensed Jerry's uneasiness, and also the blonde's secret worry about her illicit affair getting out. Well, he wasn't one to spoil a good thing by blabbing about it, but it was always his policy to get the most benefit for himself out of any situation. And there were lots of possibilities left in this one.
"What will it take to convince you finally. Stevie?" Jeanne asked, her heart thumping curiously. It's just that I'm worried about whether he can be trusted, she told herself assuredly, and yet she couldn't stop her eyes from dropping to gaze almost hungrily at the flaccid bundle of the penis that she had just sucked dry.
"Well, I guess if I could just fuck you now, that'd keep my mouth shut for good an' all."
Jerry's angry gasp shocked both of them.
"You're not goin' to fuck her, you filthy bastard. I've had just about enough of you and right now I'm gonna wipe that sneer off your ugly mug!"
"Jerry, I told you to stop it!"
"Why do you want me to stop, sweetie? Is it because you want this goddamn punk to fuck you? Is that it?"
God knew she didn't want to, but she couldn't stop herself from coloring.
The infuriated blonde-haired boy stared at her incredulously.
"You ... you mean you want Stevie to screw you?"
Walsh sniggered and Jerry threw him a look of deadly contempt, and then turned a gaze full of loathing on the flustered widow.
"Well, do you? Did you like sucking his prick so much that now you want it rammed up your cunt?"
Still Jeanne was silent. She couldn't bring herself to say a word in her defense. Because what could she say? If she said no, she'd be lying, and he'd know right away. If she said yes, that wouldn't be the truth either, would it? Oh dear God, she didn't know. But why did he have to look at her like that? Why did he have to use those filthy words? Did he hate her so much? Had he such contempt for her?
"Please Jerry, I " she began tearfully, and then felt a stab of pain as she saw her young lover turn coldly away from her. Oh dear God, he was disgusted! Tears brimmed her eyes as she sat there naked, hunching miserably. He was too young to understand, that was the problem. He couldn't know about the transformation he had brought about in her body, about the almost insatiable sexual hunger he had started deep inside her loins. How could he? She barely realized herself that her desire for his lithe youthful body kindled a similar feeling in her for his friend's equally appealing young form. Whatever her initial distasteful feelings had been for young Stevie, they had changed now completely, and she knew that yes, she did want to fuck the stocky, dark-haired boy. She wanted to experience his virile young penis, to know what it felt like when it drove up between her legs. But she couldn't tell that to Jerry; he was too young to know what she meant. Right now, he was hurt, probably disgusted at her infidelity, maybe even thinking that she didn't love him any more.
"Jerry honey," she began again softly, placing her hand caressingly on his shoulder.
But he pulled uncompromisingly away.
"If you're so crazy about that goddamn punk, what's stoppin' ya?" he snarled resentfully. "Why don't ya just go right ahead and fuck him?"
A humiliated flush crept up the miserable woman's face, and she felt ready to creep into a corner and die of shame.
"Hey honey, don't let's worry none about him,'" Stevie said suddenly, moving closer to her. "He's just jealous because he don't have you all to himself. He's too mean to share!"
Jeanne was barely conscious of the dark-haired boy's hands moving caressingly over her exposed body. But she was aware of the pleasant tingling which was breaking out all over her trembling skin. Desperately, she tried to cling to the reality of her troubled thoughts, to try to work out her problem mentally. But her brain was rapidly losing control as passion flooded her body and made her lean back, mewling softly, against the bed. Oh God Jerry, please don't blame me, she thought helplessly, because it's not my fault. I just can't help it!
Stevie stared down at her, his breathing becoming more and more excited. Man, he could hardly believe the way things were working out. Who'd have thought that he'd actually get to fuck this fantastic woman, as well as having her suck him off? And boy, it sure was a way of getting even with that smart-ass Jerry, who thought lie could keep her to himself. And on top of all was the realization that she wanted to fuck him! Well, she hadn't actually said so, but she didn't deny it when Crampton had accused her. So that had to mean that she wanted to! Man, he could hardly believe that a fabulous number like Jeanne Hawkins actually wanted to make it with him! It was too fantastic for words!
He ran his hands almost reverently over her outstretched body, taking in every inch of her quivering flesh with excitedly blazing eyes, almost as if he was seeing it for the first time. He caressed the palpitating mounds of her breasts, feeling the tantalizing hardness of her nipples, while his sparkling eyes devoured the enticing curve of her waist and her shapely hips. Then he allowed his eyes to wander down to the gleaming blonde triangle of her pubic "vee", and, as his gaze riveted on the appetizing spot, he felt the demanding hardness of his cock. It was jutting out eagerly between his legs, and his entire body was suffused with rapidly accelerating desire. Man, much as he wanted to draw out every minute of this mind-blowing chance to fuck this older woman, he didn't think he could make himself wait much longer before he'd ram his rod right up into her tight little cunt!
Once again Jerry, sulking at the far end of the bed, desperately wanted to leave the room. He wanted to get up and walk off as if he didn't care. He wanted to leave them to each other and prove that he didn't give a damn about either of them. But even as his mind lingered on the prospect of it, he knew that he wouldn't do anything at all. Except sit there and watch while his buddy fucked his lover. He didn't want to do that, just as he hadn't wanted to stay and watch while Jeanne sucked the other boy off. But he hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from the lewd sight, in spite of his humiliation and growing resentment. He had subjected himself to the lascivious sight of his buddy's cock jerking up into the widow's voraciously sucking mouth. And just watching like that had made envy and anger burn deep into his very soul. He really did want to spare himself that pain again, but somehow he couldn't. Maybe this was his punishment for having gone against the club rules, he thought suddenly. He'd known all along that if Scoop ever found out, there'd be trouble. But he had told himself again and again that Jeanne was different, that he didn't have to share her. Well, the worst had happened and they were discovered. But their discovery by his buddy Stevie had added another dimension to his affair with the beautiful blonde that he hadn't thought of. She was in jeopardy now because of her involvement with him, and he had to think of her.
Not that she's thinking of me, he thought bitterly, stealing a glance at the aroused pair at the other end of the bed. Stevie was kissing her now, and the enraged teenager could see her body quivering and writhing under his fiercely crushing mouth.
The cheating bitch, he thought venomously, she wants him to fuck her! She's trying to pretend that she doesn't, but she does! He could see his buddy's hands tightening around the trembling orbs of her breasts, and watched furiously as he ran her turgid nipples through his fingers. He couldn't see Jeanne's face, but he couldn't help noticing that her arms were creeping up to embrace Walsh, and that she was unconsciously spreading apart her long shapely legs.
In spite of his sulking anger, the blonde-haired boy was aware of leaping desire inside him as he caught a glimpse of the gleaming pink moistness of the widow's tremulous pussy. He could just barely make out the burgeoning bud of her clitoris peeping through the tangle of pubic hair, and beneath it, he saw the petal-shaped opening of her quivering cunt, where he had been stroking and licking with his tongue, what now seemed like decades ago. And yet, it had just been over an hour, if that, when he and Jeanne had been so happy together. That was before that punk Walsh sneaked in and watched them. That was before he pressured Jeanne into sucking him off. Everything was all right before he came on the scene. And now that he was here, the lovely blonde seemed to have forgotten all about him and was only interested in that goddamned bastard! Well, he wouldn't forget what they'd both done to him. He wouldn't forget the hurt and humiliation and would find some way of paying them back, but good.
They'd find out in a hurry that it was a mistake to treat Jerry Crampton as if he didn't count. They'd discover that they couldn't walk all over them, no matter how much they thought they could. Already he was sorting out in his mind what he'd do to that lousy bastard, Walsh. Man, he'd be sorry that he ever crossed him. And as for that bitch ... well, he'd think up something to make her sorry as well. Something that'd make her regret the day she decided to have anything to do with that goddamn Walsh.
But at this moment, Jeanne was completely oblivious to anything but the spasms of pleasure cavorting through her shamelessly prostrate body. In fact, she had forgotten completely for the moment that Jerry was actually on the same bed as herself and Stevie. Greedily, her tongue was racing around inside his mouth, whipping up a frenzy of mingled saliva as her arms tightened around him and she pulled him down on her quivering body. She could feel the vibrant hardness of his fully erect penis, and her inflamed loins seemed to ache for the thrilling contact which she knew would come soon.
She spread her legs even further apart and flexed her passion-aroused pussy upward in mute longing. She began to grind her soft-fleshed buttocks into the bed as wave after wave of overwhelming desire washed over her susceptible skin, leaving her breathless and helpless, alive with a kind of animal longing she hadn't experienced ever before in her entire life.
Stevie was intoxicated with his success. Young as he was, he was not inexperenced, and he knew instinctively the extent of the older woman's passion. Her sexual hunger was evident from her every movement and her desire was emanating from every pore of her lust-suffused skin. This knowledge added to his pride and self satisfaction, and goaded him onto getting even more evidence of his prowess.
"Grab hold of my prick, honey," he hissed suddenly, "I can see you're all ready for it now!"
Obediently, the helplessly aroused widow reached down and eagerly grasped his throbbing shaft between her fingers. It felt so big and hard already, pulsating with urgent life, and it seemed to be growing under her very touch. She could feel that the blood-filled head was rubberily bulging, and automatically she began to guide the lust-inflated rod towards her greedily waiting cunt.
But Stevie wasn't quite ready for that yet. He hadn't finished with his experiment at boosting his own ego even more, and he wanted to get even more proof of his masculine domination over the mewling blonde woman.
"Okay sweetie, tell me how much you want me to fuck you!" he rasped through passion-clenched teeth. The touch of her fingers on his burning cock added to his excitement and loosened the grip his scheming brain had on his actions. He was determined to have things go the way he wanted them. More than almost anything, he wanted to shove his penis up into Jeanne's hot little cunt, but still he wanted the gratification of hearing her say how much she wanted it too.
Jeanne didn't pay much attention to his request. She wasn't in the mood for words now. All she wanted was to bring his pulsating cock-shaft nearer to the tingling flesh of her waiting pussy, and to feel it pressing insistently against the eagerly clutching mouth of her desire-filled body.
"Go on, honey, beg me to fuck you!"
Jerry, at the other end of the bed, fought to restrain himself. His buddy's crude words were like a slap in the face to him, and he couldn't believe that he was putting the lovely blonde through this. He had a hell of a nerve, boosting himself up like that, forcing the widow to say what he wanted. But maybe she won't! The thought leaped suddenly into his brain, bringing hope with it. Yes, she'd find out now what Walsh was really like. She'd know what kind of a guy he was, trying to make her beg for him to fuck her, and she'd make it clear that nothing more was going to happen. Yes, she'd find out just in time...
"Wha ... what did you say?" Jeanne breathed at last, conscious that young Walsh was waiting for something.
"You heard me! Go ahead and beg me to fuck you! Beg me to shove my prick up into your cunt!"
The astonished woman could hardly believe her ears. Why was he behaving like this? Was he tormenting her deliberately? Was he subjecting her to mental cruelty for the sake of his own ego? To make himself feel better?
"I said beg me, honey," Walsh said again, a note of irritation and impatience in his voice. "Or else, forget it!"
The bewildered widow couldn't suppress a gasp of disappointment when she realized he was beginning to pull away from her expectant body. Oh God. she didn't know what kind of a game this was that he was playing. She only knew that she didn't want him to go away. She just didn't want him to leave her in this state of arousal, every inch of her body yearning for completion. She just couldn't stand it!
"W-what do you want me to say?" she whispered anxiously, her arms still tight around him, holding him as much as she could.
"Tell me to fuck you," he answered matter-of-factly, but his glittering eyes betrayed his own excitement.
For a long moment, Jeanne hesitated. Oh God. why did he want to humiliate her like this? It was obvious that he wanted to prove to her just how wanton she had become, how completely at his mercy she was. And she just couldn't bring herself to throw away this last vestige of her dignity. Dignity? Did she really have any of that left? And if she did, did it matter? Her body with its desires and needs was what was really important, not some archaic idea of how a woman should behave. Well, she had thrown that aside, hadn't she? Why cling to this last shred of it now? Well, she wasn't going to....
In a voice not like her own, she breathed softly, "Yes Stevie darling, do it to me ... fuck me!"
The words seemed to explode in the air, releasing Walsh's pent-up passion, feeding the ravenous appetite of his ego, releasing the charged fury of his animalistic desire. His hands tightened on the widow's curvaceous hips and he began to guide the blood-engorged shaft of his cock toward her moistly churning pussy. Then he held it poised there for a moment longer, savoring to the full her whispered words, reliving the thrill of power they had given to him. And then, he couldn't hold back a second longer. He had waited long enough and he'd go crazy if he didn't get to fuck her soon.
Jeanne moaned softly as she felt his pulsating male hardness press against her quivering vaginal flesh. She held her breath as she experienced his tentative nudging at first, and then...
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh ... Ooooooohhhhhh..." she mewled as he slid his body up evenly between her widespread legs, the heated inner walls of her pussy opening to receive his invading penis hungrily. His hands kept her hips steady as he continued to glide his stiffened penis up into her eagerly welcoming cuntal depths with a smooth, deft stroke.
"Aaaaarrrrrrrrhhhhlihhhhhnnnnnnn..." she sighed contentedly as his passion-inflated penis finally hit bottom. He had sunk it right to the hilt in her openly receptive cunt. She could feel the rubbery head barely touching the mouth of her womb, and she was excruciatingly aware of his sperm-laden balls nestling between the upraised cheeks of her buttocks.
She lay there, thrilling to the very core of her being, exulting in the feelings of sensual delight which were sweeping over her body and which she now took almost for granted, even though it was only a few short weeks ago when she had first experienced them with Jerry. I've cornea long way since then, she thought happily, spreading her tender thighs even further apart and arching her back so that the full plane of her vagina was wantonly proffered to her ardent young lover.
Stevie was thrilled with what was happening. Now that his satisfaction at his victory had worn off, he could concentrate on the physical pleasure, and he could hardly believe that he had actually buried his cock in the blonde's tight little cunt. He couldn't help thinking about
Jerry, as well, who he knew was watching everything. Serves the son of a bitch right, he said to himself, not for the first time. Walsh knew that the circumstances of the situation-his buddy watching, his subjugation of the lovely widow, and not least her fabulous body-were all going to combine to make this the best fuck he'd ever had before in his short life, and he sure as hell was going to make the best of it!
For a moment more, he held his palpitating shaft buried in the soft depths of Jeanne's gaping cunt, and then slowly, he began to withdraw. He pulled out slowly, watching as his lust-reddened shaft reappeared, with little tendrils of her pussy-flesh clinging tenaciously to it. Then when just the inflated head was still enclosed by the tight ring of her vaginal orifice, he surged forward again, this time sinking his blood-engorged penis without a stop right up to the hilt.
A deep ache thudded dully in the pit of Jerry's stomach as he watched the lewd proceedings from the other end of the bed. The blonde's words of acquiescence had angered as much as disgusted him, and for the dozenth time, he wanted to get up and walk out of that goddamned room. But he hadn't done anything but sat there miserably and stared. Just as he was doing now.
He had been so sure that Jeanne would have seen Walsh for what he really was, when he insisted that she beg him to fuck her. But she hadn't. Even while she had hesitated, he had hoped. And then when he heard her ... the words had cut him to the heart. Well, she wasn't worth worrying about. She's just a whore at heart, he thought savagely, a two-hit slut! But even as those poisonous thoughts crowded in on his wounded brain, he knew that he didn't really believe them. He was just jealous, envious that she preferred Stevie to him. Hurt that she wasn't as faithful to him as he was to her. She doesn't give a damn about me, he thought miserably, irritated at the sudden tears which stung his eyes. But he brushed them away, ignoring them, focusing his attention on the two writhing figures on the bed.
Stevie was fucking into her stretched vagina with smooth, even strokes, and she was returning thrust for thrust. Her legs had snaked up to lock around his lower back, and her arms were still tight around his neck. Her full palpitating breasts were jiggling wildly as she churned passionately beneath him. She jerked her pelvis upward to receive his in-strokes, her strong interior cuntal muscles clinging greedily to his pumping penis.
Jeanne was lost in blissful rapture, her head tossing freely, her beautiful golden hair like a shimmering cloud around her lust-contorted face. Her full lips were bared back over her teeth and her eyes were smoky with lewd desire.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned almost incoherently, "It's fabulous ... oh, you're a wonderful lover..."
Her words added to the boy's excitement, and his pace quickened as he rammed his passion-stiffened cock up into the warmly grasping channel of her voracious cunt. Man, she sure was hot! And he could still hardly believe that it was him that she was hot for. She was this excited because he was fucking her! Man, no wonder Jerry wanted to keep her for himself, he thought again, knowing now that he would have tried to do the same under the circumstances. A doll like this wasn't made for sharing, no matter how much she wanted it. A guy wanted to keep a hot little number like her to himself, there was no doubt about that!
"Christ, you're a pretty fabulous fuck yourself," he gasped in obvious praise, his voice husky with mounting passion.
Their lewdly rasped words were daggers in Jerry's heart. Numbly he continued to watch from the bottom of the bed, unable to drag his eyes away from the lascivious sight which was hurting him so much. And angering him, too. That emotion was getting stronger and was beginning to blank out the others. He'd get even with them both, just wait and see. They'd forgotten all about him, that was obvious, but pretty soon they were going to have to reckon with him.
Their two entwined bodies slapped together wetly, the air resonant with the sound of their fucking. Their voices commingled in incoherent mewlings and Jerry felt as alone as if he were the only person on earth. He watched as his buddy's sturdy cock rammed up between her legs and disappeared into the greedily nibbling orifice of her cunt, and he heard her gasp of pleasure as Walsh buried his stiffened rod to the hair-covered hilt. Then he watched her tender vaginal flesh cling to his shaft as he pulled it out, until the burgeoning head was still tightly clasped in her soft cuntal depths.
Jeanne sure was excited, he could see that. Maybe even more than she ever got with him. That thought hurt too, but he tried to brush it away. He'd think about that later, when he had mapped out his revenge. Right now, he'd better not think about anything at all.
But that proved to be difficult. Just as he couldn't help himself looking, so he couldn't help himself thinking. And he was thinking that in spite of everything, he was beginning to get aroused by the sight of his buddy fucking his mistress. Of course he was still angry and hurt and humiliated, but little pin pricks of desire were also beginning to make themselves felt.
He couldn't help noticing that Jeanne looked more beautiful than she had ever did before. She was suffused completely with sensual passion and she had completely abandoned herself to her wanton desire. Her primitive instincts had the upper hand and she had lost all vestiges of modesty and prudishness. But the watching teenager didn't notice anything but the fact that she looked desirable, even while she was being fucked half to death by another member of the gang.
His own penis began to stir with vicarious pleasure as he felt thrills gathering along his spine. Christ, it was crazy to get excited like this, particularly when he was feeling so hurt and angry, and also when there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. The only thing he could do really was to jack off, but he didn't want to do that. That would be just the end and he wouldn't give that bitch and Walsh the satisfaction of knowing that he had been driven that low. No, he'd think of something else, something that would make that blonde-haired bitch sorry she had crossed him!
Meanwhile, neither Jeanne nor Stevie had any thought to spare for the neglected boy at the bottom of the bed. They were completely engrossed in each other as they fucked together in unison, each deep in-stroke of Stevie's cock taking them closer to the supreme moment of ecstasy for which they were both striving.
In a strange way, Jeanne was glad now that she had responded to Stevie's demand. It had freed her from the last moral restraints which bound her, and at the same time brought home to herself finally and irrevocably the sensual changes which had come over her life. In those moments, when she had to chose between doing something which was repulsive to her and losing the lust-filled presence of the boy's body, she had swung over to the side of pure passion.
It was the choice she had made, and now she knew that there had been no real question of any other. What were a few words in the name of dignity or modesty, when compared with the freedom she felt now, the freedom to be a woman, and all that implied?
Deep in thought and at the same time bodily soaring into realms of unbelievable pleasure, she was still aware of new movement on the bed. She felt as if her heart had stopped. Jerry! She had forgotten all about her young lover in the unending bliss with Stevie. A pang of guilt shot through her. Poor boy! What must he be thinking?
Then she felt his hands on her flesh and she stiffened. Oh God, what was going to happen? Why was he caressing her like that?
"J-Jerry? Wha...? "
"Yes, it's me," the other boy snapped coldly and the blonde shrunk from the anger in his voice, just as her body cringed from his unwanted caresses.
Jerry's eyes were blazing with awakening lust, which was increasing with every passing second. His own body was on fire with a wild surgence of passion, and he felt as if he couldn't stand on the sidelines for another minute. He'd had enough, and this time he wasn't going to be left out. And at the same time, he'd teach that cheating slut a lesson she'd never forget. His cock was like a red hot poker, standing out proudly between his muscular thighs, and his nearness to the impassioned woman added to his growing arousal.
"Roll over, sweetie," he rasped suddenly, his fingers tightening in the softness of her flesh.
"But Jerry-" Jeanne babbled frightenedly, turning to look at him for the first time. Unconsciously she shrank from the look of lustful anger that was mirrored in his youthful face. When she had seen him last, he looked like a frightened, sulking boy. Now he looked like a sadistic, enraged man, and he terrified her. But what could he have in mind?
"I said roll over, doll, and make it quick! I'm tired of waitin' around!"
The horrified widow was frozen with shock. But the impassioned boy who was fucking so frenziedly into her from above had heard those heated words as well. Hell, why not? he thought suddenly. After all, she was Jerry's girl, and whatever he had in mind might be interesting. Just so long as he himself could keep on fucking the broad like crazy, he didn't care what Jerry did.
To her intense horror, Jeanne found herself being shifted. Obviously Stevie was doing what Jerry wanted, because within seconds, he had moved himself and her, so that she was on top of him. He was below her, still fucking up frantically into her helplessly dilated cunt.
Moments later, she was excruciatingly aware of her young lover's hands on her quivering buttocks, kneading them convulsively, straining the flaccid loaves apart, making her squirm with disgust and pain.
"Please Jerry-" she pleaded helplessly, her eyes trying to meet his imploringly, even though it meant turning her head and straining to see him. But it was useless, because his lust-inflamed gaze was riveted on the sight of her sorely stretched anal split. He couldn't take his eyes off the dark crinkled circle of her anus, so small and defenseless between the soft-fleshed moons of her ass-cheeks. Her words of fear also added to the strange excitement which had gripped him. She was frightened still by the time he'd finished with her. She deserved everything she had coming to her, and he'd have no mercy on her at all.
The fear-crazed blonde trembled as he continued to stroke and fondle her quaking buttocks. Oh dear God, he looked like a crazy man, the one glimpse she'd had of him. There was no telling what he'd do! And Stevie obviously wasn't going to help her! Quite the contrary he seemed prepared to go along with Jerry. Oh dear God, what was going on?
She gasped aloud with mounting horror when she felt his finger probing luridly at her cringing nether orifice. Oh dear Lord in heaven, surely...
Then everything was blanked out in a wave of unbelievable pain, shattered only by the shrillness of her own agonized scream.
"AAARRRHHHHH ... oh God, please stop!" she begged piteously, twisting her buttocks wildly in a vain attempt to dislodge the finger that was rammed to the first knuckle up into her sorely stretched rectum.
Jerry stared down with lewd satisfaction as he began to screw his middle finger further into the tightly clenching passage. Jeanne's moans of pain thrilled him in a cruel, sadistic way, and the initial stab of sympathy which he had felt when she first sobbed with agony vanished under the crushing force of his own memories of humiliation and mental torment. She made me go through hell now it's her turn, he thought maliciously, as he rotated his finger around inside the futilely resisting anal channel. At last satisfied, he pulled it out slowly, watching with fascination as the violated orifice contracted back into a tiny crinkled opening.
Then, with eyes still lewdly mesmerized by the sight of her helplessly wavering buttocks, he encircled the throbbing shaft of his cock with his fingers. It was swollen and blue-veined, and the impassioned teenager guided it up towards her cringing anal crack. Without hesitation, he positioned the burgeoning head between the flaccid loaves, resting it there momentarily.
A shiver of horror rippled through the terrified blonde. Oh God, it couldn't be! she thought in disbelief as memories of Fred and what he had done to her came tumbling back. Oh no, it couldn't happen like that it just couldn't! Fear made her shiver helplessly, and all the while, Stevie was fucking up into her eagerly receptive cunt. She was astonished at the way her body had seemingly been cleaved in two. In front, she was still aware of and enjoying young Walsh's determined pumping up into her clinging pussy, while behind ... she was shaking with fear at the dreadful realization which kept creeping into her brain and which wouldn't go away. It was almost as if she were two different persons!
For a moment longer, the lust-crazed teenager stared at his desire-thickened cock nestling between the widow's pride-apart buttocks, noting the obvious disparity between his bulging cock-head and her small, contracting anus. Yes, he thought to himself as his mouth twisted into an ugly leer, he'd pay her back but good!
His fingers tightened again in the sorely bruised flesh of her ass-cheeks, and then he surged forward, forcing his lust-engorged cock up against the small defenseless rectal opening.
"Please Jerry, no! Oh God, please don't!" she begged wildly, oblivious to everything now but her fear and apprehension.
But her young lover was equally deaf to her pleas. His eyes glinting cruelly, he stormed forward again, this time managing by dint of sheer force to get just the rubbery head past her tightly clenched rectum.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH ... OH GOD YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she wept agonizingly, her spine wracked with unbearable pain. The room swam in front of her eyes and she thought that she was ready to die. This was worse, far worse than what she had suffered from Fred's assault!
Desperately she tried to wriggle her ass-cheeks to release them from the unnatural invader, but her every struggle only seemed to help the young thug to violate her even more. Tears streamed down her face as a mixture of shame and pain rushed through her. Oh God, now she knew! He was punishing her for what she had done! It had come to her in a flash and instinctively she knew she was right. He had been upset and angered by her treatment of him, and this was his way of paying her back! But dear God, did she deserve such a dreadful punishment? Was it fair to be treated this way, no matter what she'd done?
Her body seemed split in two as she felt her youthful lover forcing his way up into her tight nether passage.
"Please Jerry, you're hurting me ... please don't..." But her pleas were of no use. She knew that even as she uttered them. He was bent on torturing and humiliating her just as you tortured and humiliated him! This last thought struck her with the force of a mailed fist. Oh God, I didn't mean it! she wept silently, her hurt and misery increased by the tremendous load of guilt which caved in on her reeling mind. Oh God, how monstrous she had been! She had wounded her young lover, who had taught her so much and to whom she owed everything, in a way that was absolutely crushing.
"Oh darling, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed suddenly, "please forgive me! I didn't mean it!"
"It's too late for that!" he snapped in reply, just as he finally managed to bury every inch of his virile young cock up in her strongly resisting anus.
For a long moment, he held it there, savoring the sensation and also exulting in the blonde's sobbing words of apology. Not that he meant to accept them, because he didn't. But all the same, it felt good to know that he had broken her, and that she was now enduring something of what he had to go through. Slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling his blood-swollen cock out slowly, easing it all the way out until just the tip of the burgeoning head was still enclosed. Then he surged forward again, this time brooking no obstacles in the path of his ruthless anal penetration.
Stevie knew now, of course, what his buddy was up to, and without a word,.they began to fuck up into Jeanne's doubly impaled body as one. They drove their hard young cocks straight up into her twin passages, feeling each other's penis through the thin dividing membrane, and pulling out in unison, The dark-haired boy didn't feel disturbed by the blonde's sobs of misery and pain. What was happening was between her and Jerry, and he was damned if he was going to interfere. Just so long as he kept getting his kicks, he didn't care about anything!
Jerry suddenly realized that he felt no more animosity towards his buddy. He had concentrated it all on his lovely mistress, and now some of that was abating along with the first fury of his sadistic assault. But he was still glad he was fucking her in the ass. He wanted to teach her a lesson, and he was doing just that. He had wrested an apology from her and he knew she was feeling miserable. That was enough for him.
The demented widow was at a total loss of words. She could hardly believe what was happening to her. First she had to reconcile herself to what she had done to Jerry, and then she had to accept the fact that she was being fucked by the two teenage thugs at the same time. She had thought she was liberated, but she felt ashamed and full of loathing that this twin ravishment of her body was happening to her. She could never have any feeling of self-worth after this ... She was nothing just a tool, a receptacle for the lust of the two young hoodlums. But then that was woman's eternal role why should she be the one to complain? She had wanted to become a complete woman-did this mean that she had got her wish? No! What it meant was that she was being punished for what she had done to Jerry. Maybe even punished in a more symbolic way for having become involved with him in the first place. And then for having been greedy for Stevie as well!
Yes, that was it. She was being punished for having an affair with a boy half her age, who was also a hardened thug. Not only that, but she also seduced his friend of the same age! She was an abandoned, wanton woman, and this was only what she deserved, this lewd sandwiching between her two young lovers!
The repentant widow realized at that point that the pain wasn't so bad any more; in fact she was scarcely aware of it. And she didn't mind it anyway; she had to endure it as part of her just punishment. With a feeling close to satisfaction, she felt the two slender penises shooting up into her dual channels, filling her completely, using her body like the sensual object it was. Well, they had a right to treat her this way, especially Jerry, whom she had hurt so much. He had a right to take her anally, to pay her back for what she had done to him, and to do it at the same time as the other teenager was taking her in her vagina!
It was at this moment that the contrite blonde realized the complete turnabout in her feelings. Not only had the pain cleared completely, but with it her revulsion had vanished as well. In a weird masochistic way, she was beginning to enjoy the lewd thing that was happening to her. Her body began to respond to the familiar sensations, and as her brain continued to decree this lascivious act as her punishment, she was able to accept it.
"...Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn..." she sighed at last, unable to hold back any longer, as a long ripple of shuddering pleasure whipped through her doubly violated body. For a moment, her desire-suffused body stiffened, and then it relaxed and allowed itself to be buffeted crazily between the two impassioned teenagers.
Jerry was flabbergasted by the change that had come over the blonde. Only minutes before it seemed, she had been broken and defeated. Now she was reveling in this obscene double fuck, thrusting her buttocks back to receive his in-stroke and then flexing them down just as Stevie below pulled out. She sure was a hell of a woman, he admitted grudgingly, aware that he was losing the tight grip that he had on his shifting anger.
Beneath them, Steve was only dimly aware of the writhing woman's total acquiescence. He was almost in a world of his own, his body strung out with pent-up passion, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He was excited at the thought of the mind-blowing three-way he was involved in, and all past troubles and disagreements were forgotten. As far as he was concerned, all that mattered was the present!
This is really the ultimate, Jeanne couldn't help thinking as thrill after thrill of unbelievable pleasure swept through her naked body. Never in her wildest dreams had she envisioned this happening. She would never have believed, after Fred's anal assault on her weeks ago, that she would ever enjoy a crude act such as this, and especially never when Stevie was fucking her at the same time! But then, she had completely changed from the woman she was that time. She really was liberated now, there was no doubt about that. She had gone to the farthest lengths that any woman could go, and she was happy. And it was all worth it, because there could surely be nothing like this wild three-way fuck that she was getting from her two young lovers at once!
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh ... I'm going to ... I'm going to ... I'M CUMMING!! " she gasped suddenly as she felt herself letting go completely. One moment she was in control of everything,the next...
The room seemed to spin about her and she was conscious of nothing but the tremendous, overwhelming sensual explosion which threatened to engulf her from the two virile young cocks simultaneously driving up into her vagina and anus. Oh dear God, she'd die from excitement! Nothing would ever be the same again, and she just knew that she'd want to experience this again and again, that one young boy would never be enough, that she'd have to have the two of them, Jerry and Stevie both, to ever be satisfied!
Her frantic flailing triggered off the two teenagers. Below her, Stevie was writhing uncontrollably, his pumping penis jerking up wildly in frenzied abandon. .
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... I'm cumming too!" he moaned helplessly as he released the first hot onrush of his seething male sperm. Man, he was going crazy, but it was worth it. He sure was glad he followed Jerry here tonight. If he hadn't, he might have missed this and he was sure that this was the best fuck he'd had or was-likely to have for a long while.
Jerry was cumming too, his throbbing cock palpitating vibrantly inside the blonde's dilating rectum. There was a crash inside his balls, and then his thick roiling semen spurted out of his pulsating penis and rushed up into the far reaches of her helplessly aroused little belly. His head was spinning and red lights were flashing behind his eyes. He felt the world drifting away from him, but still he clung on, emptying his white-hot fluid up into her hungrily accepting rectum.
Oh dear God, this must be heaven, the blissful widow sighed ecstatically as she felt the twin pools of boiling male sperm forming into one inside her body. Then she opened her arms to enclose her two satiated young lovers and enfolded them to her. Now she felt safe and happy and satisfied, secure beyond her wildest dreams, thanks to her two teenage thugs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hey, let's hear more of that Debussy guy!" Stevie insisted, munching his Dagwood sandwich with obvious enjoyment. "He's really a blast!"
Jeanne readily complied, turning over the other side of the album, smiling to herself as she did so. Only weeks ago, they had never heard of Debussy or anyone like him, but now, thanks to her tutelage ... As she looked at the two young teenagers lying on the living room floor, she couldn't help feeling a rush of pride. They were so beautiful, and they were her own two lovers! And in return, she had opened up a new world for them, and she had been gratified by their eager acceptance of it. Of course, they didn't really like having to attend school regularly, but they did it to please her.
She was so glad that they were all friends again. After that night when Stevie had discovered herself and Jerry, it looked as if there'd really be trouble. After that wild three-way, which turned out to be the first of many, things still weren't right between them.
Then Jeanne knew that she had to have a heart to heart talk with them both. And she did. She told them that she couldn't tolerate petty jealousy, and that they would just have to learn to accept each other and be friends again. But she knew that she had clinched it when she herself had admitted to being guilty of adding fuel to the fire, and she had castigated herself for her treatment of Jerry. After that, they both seemed to change, and now she was glad to be able to tell herself that they had the perfect friendship. If it could be called that ... triangle was more like it!
"Don't you wanna know our secret?" Jerry called suddenly, setting down his beer.
Jeanne smiled fondly at him.
"Of course I do. I just wanted to wait until you were good and ready to tell me!"
"Go on, tell her, Jerry!" Stevie enjoined, his eyes dancing with excitement.
"Well," Jerry began, suddenly bashful, "we've decided to quit the gang!"
Jeanne stared at him. She just couldn't believe it! Her dearest wish it couldn't be true!
"B-but what about Scoop?" was all she could say.
"Oh, he didn't care," Jerry said carelessly, exchanging a sly look with Stevie as they both remembered the ugly words and threats they had used to force 'Scoop to let them out of the Cardinals, and to ensure that they wouldn't be bothered afterward.
"B-but that's wonderful!" she said at last, her eyes shining, as she hugged first one and then the other.
This was just fantastic. They were at last free of that dangerous gang, and they'd have even more time to spend with her! And on top of that, was the wonderful realization that she had been in part, if not wholly, responsible for the change that had come over them!
Happiness surged through her heart as she gazed at them. Everything was turning out so well. She was a new woman because of her involvement with them, and they were turning over a new leaf. She was good for them, just like they were good for her. And they were such good lovers! Now that she had discovered that she had a social conscience, she could definitely see that it had its advantages...
