Alica pulled the last dish out of the carton and placed it in the cupboard. She turned the carton over and sliced through the tape. She folded the carton and walked downstairs. She placed the carton on the pile with the other, then ran her fingers through her long blonde shiny hair and took a deep satisfying breath.
Moving was over. Finally, after three days of working her heart out, everything was in place in the new house. The rooms were all tidy and neat and it was time to turn her attention elsewhere.
Alica stepped upstairs and entered the living room. A bit tired, she dropped into the large soft easy chair near the book case. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Reaching, she touched her fingers along the table. She found her cigarettes and placed one to her mouth. She lit up casually and took a deep drag, pulling the smoke to her toes.
Alica let the smoke drool out of her mouth and turned her head. Next to her chair was a large photo album.
A shiver of excitement rushed through her as she thought of it. She leaned over and her breasts surged against her bra. Her legs trembled once and soon her panties started getting soaked.
Alica picked up the huge volume and placed it on her lap. Again she reached up with both hands and pushed her hair over her shoulders. She tossed her head slightly and relaxed.
Alica turned her attention to the volume on her lap. With trembling fingers she lifted the heavy cover.
The first page was dated. It was dated 1954. Alica was only sixteen then and that was only twelve years ago. A lot had happened in twelve years. She had been a lot of places and seen a lot of things. She had gotten married and they had moved several times.
Alica forgot considerations of such things and turned her attention to the first picture. The picture was dated 1954 and showed the first person she had ever loved. It was of Paula Carter, a married woman who had lived next door to her when she and her parents were living in Myers, a small farm community. In the picture Paula was lying on a bed. She was completely naked. Her legs were parted wide and her shaven mound was completely bared. She was lying there looking sultrily at the camera and there was a small affectionate smile on her lips.
Alica looked at the picture and then closed her eyes. She leaned her head back an instant and started remembering. Soon she was remembering the tiny room in Paula's house on that day. She was standing at the foot of the bed with the camera in her hand. Standing next to her, only a few feet away was Robert Carter. He was standing there with a huge erection and trembling.
Alica had first started with them about two months before this day. She had come over to ask Paula to help her with a dress. Before she knew what was happening, Paula was on her knees in front of her. Alica's panties were off and her legs were open. Paula's long middle finger was buried in Alica's tight vagina. Paula masturbated her that day and the next day after that made love orally to her. The day after that, when Alica forgot about her inhibition and was kissing that warm mound, Andrew, Paula's husband, appeared in the room completely naked. In a matter of seconds from the time she saw him, Alica was lying on her back with her legs open. Andrew was between them and buried all the way inside, thrilling her young vibrant body more than she had ever known.
As she stood in the small room with the camera in her hand, Alica looked at his swollen penis. Again as before, just the sight of him like that sent shivers through her. Her young breast swelled and her legs started trembling. Her blonde mound became moist and her nipple of passion started swelling.
The blood drained out of Alica's face. She stepped back away from the bed.
"Let me get a picture of you inside her, Andrew," Alica said as she stood there trembling.
Andrew gave a knowing smile and stepped to the bed. He looked between his wife's legs and crawled to the bed. He dropped to his extended arms and leaned forward.
Paula reached her hand down. Gently she curled her long fingers about his penis. She placed him against her moist entrance and drew her legs back.
Andrew leaned forward again. His organ slipped easily into her body. He closed his eyes with passion and groaned slightly. Then he dropped forward and parted his legs wide.
Alica shivered with excitement. Her eyes became as wide as saucers. Trembling so hard she could hardly hold the camera, she placed it against her eye. She got him into the picture and held her breath. She snapped the shutter.
"Now one on your back and you kiss him, Paula," the young girl said as her breath started choking in her windpipe.
Andrew gritted his teeth. Reluctantly he pulled slowly out of his wife's body. He dropped to the bed and rolled to his back. He lay there and his huge moist organ jutted straight up. Paula instantly moved to her knees and turned about. She curled her fingers about his penis and stared. Then she leaned forward and lightly curled her lips about his hot knob.
Alica tilted forward. She aimed the camera and caught Paula's short dark hair and her lovely face. She caught the sight of her dark eyes and her lovely mouth. She captured the puckered expression on her cheeks and snapped the picture, getting in every detail of what the woman was doing.
The shutter snapped. Alica pulled the camera away from her eye.
"Now take some of me and him," she said as she handed the camera with a trembling hand to Paula.
Paula climbed off the bed. Alica climbed up and dropped to her side against Andrew. She looked at his dark eyes and short curly hair, then opened her legs wide.
"Put your finger inside me," she whispered as her stomach knotted with need.
Andrew turned on his side to her. He touched her soft belly. He moved his fingers over the gentle rolls and reached her moist mound. He slipped his fingers over the damp lips and touched the eager waiting entrance. Gently he wiggled his finger and surged it slowly into the moist channel.
Alica groaned. The thrill shot along her back. Goose flesh formed instantly on her shoulders. Her teeth started to ache. She clamped her jaws together and her breath hissed through her nostrils. Her eyes closed tight. Her young slim hips started moving back and forth gently against the finger, working it about her insides.
Alica felt a twinge of depression. Her hand moved out and closed about his huge penis. She felt the heat and moaned softly. She moved her hand along the length of it and remembered so well how he felt inside her.
"Why do we have to move from you two. I'll go out of my mind away from you. I'll go out of my mind without this," she said as she squeezed his penis with desperation.
Andrew's eyes closed tight. His finger stabbed eagerly into her moist channel. His hips worked against her hand. Finally he drew back slightly and stretched out on his back. His hand moved away from her loins.
Alica stared hungrily at his penis. Her face went limp with passion. Her eyes became cloudy. She moved to her knees and gently lifted one leg over his hips. She settled over him and reached down. She grabbed his penis and aimed it. She settled slowly and the penis rushed along the moist channel reaching the depths of her body.
Desperately Alica wrapped her arms about his neck. She plunged her face against the sweaty hollow of his shoulder. She kissed him hungrily, then drew her face away and stared blindly at the wall in back of the bed.
"Take pictures of me. Help me remember how good this felt. Help me remember how desperate I was. Help me remember how good it felt to have you inside me."
Andrew closed his eyes. His arms snaked about her slim moist back. He held her against him and rolled her to her back. His penis slipped out. Eagerly she reached to replace it. When he felt her again he stabbed into her delicate warmth. Desperately he wiggled against her. He forced her legs apart, curling his hands about her shoulders. He pulled himself against her, flattening his body against her wet breasts.
"Don't ever forget us," he said as his hand went under her fleshy buttocks and pulled her tight against his body.
"How could I forget it," Alica said as she reached down.
Eagerly she wrapped her tiny hands around his buttocks. She pulled against him and opened her legs. She moved her hips back and forth. The passion ripped through her. Her breath again choked off in her throat. She held him deep inside her and rotated against him.
"Where will I ever find this again ? Where will I ever find this again?" she implored as the desperation of having to leave suddenly struck her mind and buried her into a low mood of despondency.
Shivering, Andrew plunged into her wetness. He jammed his face against her shoulder and pushed her hair to one side.
"There are plenty of people who want this. Any man would love to be inside your body. Anyone would die to get to you," he breathed.
Alica wrapped her arms tighter around his back.
"Don't come! Don't ever come! Stay hard and deep! I just love all that warmth inside me. I need all that warmth inside me!"
Alica looked at the pictures in her lap and moaned. She had moved so many times and it was always the same. She moved and had to start all over again. She moved and had to build it up again. She moved and for a while was at the mercy of the new neighborhoods.
Alica turned the pages in her book. Page after page was the same story. Page after page was nothing more than one neighborhood after the other one conquest after the other. She would just about get things set up and her husband wold get another transfer and she would have to start again. She would just get things set up and the camera would come out again and she would try for anything to help her remember how good it had been in the past.
Alica closed her book and looked up. She placed the book in the crook of the chair next to her leg and got up. She strolled to the window and stood there.
The houses across the street and next to her own were all nice homes. Most of the people in the neighborhood were well to do. Most of them were settled in their lives and building.
Alica looked from one house to the other. She recalled in the past how the other neighborhoods had looked the same to her on those first days when she had just moved in. She recalled how they all looked the same but, after she had been there a while, how they all showed that same creeping despondency, that same complete apathy toward life which so easily helped her in her life.
Alica stood there for a moment, then turned her head. The excitement was still pounding in her breasts and loins from those pictures. She looked out and could feel the moistness about her vagina. She could feel the wetness about her upper thighs.
Alica was twenty-eight now but she hadn't changed much from those early years. The sight of sex still thrilled her. The feeling of sex still flooded her mind with excitement. The thought of sex still fired her body and raised her breasts to eagerness. The anticipation of having sex still made her tremble all over like an eager child.
Alice felt this same anticipation when she turned her head and looked next door. Bonnie Baird, a cute little redhead, was busy in the yard. She was working near the front walk on her hands and knees. She was dressed in a tight pair of shorts and halter, her body glistening with sweat. She was pulling weeds and obviously the warm day was having its effect upon her.
Alica stared at those rounded buttocks beneath that pale blue pair of shorts and the hunger poured into her body. She looked at the soft rolls of Bonnie's belly over her shorts and the heat rose between her legs. She stared at the ripe, hanging breasts inside that tight halter and felt her throat constrict with desire.
Alica placed her hands on her dress and plunged it between her legs. She crushed it against her moist mound and shivered slightly.
"This might be a good neighborhood after all. It just might be a good neighborhood," she said as she calmly withdrew her hand.
Alica turned about. Her eyes narrowed. A naughty expression, a half smiling, teasing expression formed on her lips. She touched her fingers to her shin and looked at the book on the chair.
Alica walked to the book. She picked it up and carried it into the bathroom. She placed it on the back of the toilet and opened the pages. Then she turned to look at the lock on the door. She closed the door, setting the rotating lock. She tried the door and it was locked.
Alica opened the door again. She turned and grabbed some paper. She wadded it into a small ball and stuffed it into the latch hole on the door frame. She pressed it hard against the hole, then shut the door again with the lock closed.
Anxiously Alica pulled the door and it opened. Even though the lock was set the tongue could not get into the door frame. No matter what anyone did in the bathroom, the door would always open.
Alica turned away from the bathroom and stepped to the window. Bonnie was still there, kneeling down. She was still pulling weeds and the sweat was pouring over her shoulders.
Alica looked at the woman's legs and turned about. She entered the kitchen as the tingle of excitement still washed through her. Controlling her nervousness she opened the refrigerator. She pulled out a tray of ice cubes and cracked them open. She dumped them into a pitcher, then grabbed for the small container of frozen lemonade she had purchased.
Alica's hands trembled. She poured cold water over the stuff from the can and stirred it into the pink-colored solution. Then she turned and opened the small cupboards. She reached inside and found a small bottle of pills. She undid the cap and dropped one of the pills into the water. Carefully she stirred the contents again, then stepped back.
"Here we go again," she said aloud as anxiously she wiped her hands on her dress and stepped toward the back door.
When she reached the outside, Bonnie was gone.
Alica groaned defeatedly and turned about. She stepped back into the house. She would wait until the other woman returned.
CHAPTER TWO
It was blisteringly hot even though it was still early morning. Bonnie entered the house and walked to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door muttering to herself. There were no ice cubes and she had forgotten to place the water pitcher in the ice box.
Disgruntedly Bonnie turned about. She stepped to the sink and filled a glass with water. Slightly cringing she took a swallow of the lukewarm liquid, then placed the still partially filled glass on the cupboard and turned about.
The instant she saw the front room Bonnie felt depressed for some reason. She stood in the kitchen and could almost feel the walls stepping toward her.
She had lived for three years in this place and it was getting on her nerves. It seemed everything was going wrong. For the last year she seemed to lose all desire for housework. She seemed to grow progressively despondent about things in general.
She was twenty-five now. She had been married for five years to her husband, Robert. At first she had taken quite an interest in things and saw to it that everything about the place was tidy. But ever since he came back from the doctor's office that afternoon about four months before he became very disinterested in everything and this disinterest seemed in many ways to creep into Bobbie's make-up.
It was four months ago that Robert learned he was sterile. They had tried for nearly four years to have children. Nothing worked. They had finally consulted a doctor and upon learning the news, it seemed that Robert lost all his enthusiasm about life in general and things started drifting to a point of complete stagnation.
Bonnie stood there and looked at his picture on the desk. She walked into the front room and picked it up. She stared at his short blonde hair and squared face and she still felt something warm. She looked at those large blue eyes and could feel some tingle.
Bonnie lowered the picture. She turned about and walked to a sofa. She dropped into a seat and fetched a cigarette from a table nearby.
She was so due. She was so due for a romance or something. It had been so long since she had been touched she could feel the nervous hunger in her stomach. It had been so long since he had wanted her that she wondered if anyone really wanted her at all.
Bonnie took a defeated drag from her smoke and leaned back. She closed her eyes and thought. Before long she remembered four months before. She had become attracted to a young man back then. She had met him one night when she was waiting for her husband. She entered a small bar and before she knew it she was involved in a deep conversation with a tall dark man named Edward Farley.
He was kind and warm to her that night. Instantly she felt attracted to him. She sat there listening to stories about his life and wanted so much to learn more. In the back of her mind she felt tingles of excitement when she realized that she was attractive to him. He made her feel good each time he looked at her. His eyes seemed to grow warm and soft as though he really desired her.
"I'm new in town. I don't go many places. I don't usually feel as strongly as I do, but I would so much like to see you again," he said as he sat there with a cigarette tucked between his fingers and his hauntingly dark eyes fixed upon her.
The manner in which he came out and said it sent chills up her spine. He was so forward it seemed to cut through all the barriers she was feeling. Bonnie sat there and felt like a youngster again. Her entire body thrilled. Her breasts surged against her bra. Her panties started getting very moist and warm.
Bonnie wiggled back in her seat self-consciously. She looked over her shoulder at the door. She feared her husband would come in and nervously she tapped her fingers on her glass. She turned her head and she was glad the bar at which she was sitting was crowded. If her husband did come into the room it would not look strange that she was talking to someone else.
Bonnie turned her head. Behind the bar was a large mirror. From where she was sitting she could see the door leading to the street. She would be able to see her husband before he entered.
"I shouldn't be talking to you. My husband is coming down from one of the offices upstairs. He should be here any minute now," she said, turning to look down guiltily at her glass.
Edward turned in his seat. He looked into the mirror. He glanced at the door for a fleeting moment, then looked at her.
She was lively and there was no getting around it. She had a pleasingly child-like face and a touch of innocence about her eyes that would drive any man wild. It seemed a man talked to her and anything seemed right without being cloudy with ugliness. She had the type of eyes which quickly loosened up a throat and made the words tumble out very easily.
Ed turned. His eyes narrowed with desire. He looked at the small nape of her neck and her lovely red hair. He glanced at her hazel eyes and upturned nose, then turned and looked into the mirror at the door leading to the street.
"I want you very much," he said in a voice so soft that it was barely heard by her.
Again the same wave of warmth rushed through her. Her panties again grew moist and her loins were soaked. Her passion surged against the damp silk and tingles of desire raced up her back. Goose flesh formed on her shoulders and a shiver went through her.
Bonnie wiggled on her seat. She turned her head. No one in the place was paying the least bit of attention to her. Everyone was too wrapped up in their lives to give the couple sitting there any notice. The man seated next to her was so wrapped up in an older woman that one could have set a bomb off under his chair and never dislodged his eyes from hers.
Bonnie tapped her fingers anxiously on the bar. Her body was speaking to her. The heat about her silk panties was telling her. The moistness between her legs was screaming to her. The knot above her loins, in the pit of her stomach, was making it awfully difficult for her to convince herself that she was not completely thrilled by what he was saying.
In the mirror she looked at the door. When she found it vacant she looked at him. She stared at his dark eyes and the manly jut of his chin. She looked at the soft expression of loneliness about his cheeks and the slight sag of his mouth. She looked at his long white fingers and again she felt the warmth surge through her as she remembered what it was like to be touched by a man.
"My husband would kill me," she said. "I want you," Ed said, turning to look at her.
"He's very jealous. He nearly killed a man once when he was looking at me in a bar. It took four men to hold him off. He gets ever so upset when someone shows an interest in me."
"I want you," Ed responded.
Again the thrill washed through her. Bonnie collapsed on her elbows. She felt weak all over and her body was so warm. She felt as though he were already touching her even though he was not that close. It seemed his words were knifing into her reluctance.
"I never did such a thing before."
"I want you," he whispered over the rim of his glass as he peered at the door leading to the street.
Bonnie trembled again. Nervously she reached for her purse. She stabbed her hand inside and rummaged about. She found a pencil and quickly, on the corner of the napkin under her glass, scrawled her number. Then, as if she was stealing something, she looked about. When she was sure it was safe, she lifted her glass and slid the napkin toward him.
Without much ado, covering his movements as much as he could, Ed reached for the napkin. He crumbled it in his hand and then wedged it into his pocket.
Bonnie stared at the door and felt somewhat relieved. It was as though she had admitted she wanted someone and she felt even warmer than before. She wiggled again and smiled.
"During the day. If a man answers hang up. He works Monday through Friday, nine to seven."
"He work tomorrow?"
Bonnie thrilled with the prospect. She closed her eyes with elation. She took a deep breath and shook her head slightly.
"He works all day tomorrow."
She had no sooner blurted out the words when the door behind them opened. Robert, a tall strapping athletic man, strutted into the bar, his jaw pointed straight ahead, his eyes dancing about suspiciously. Bonnie wiggled in her chair, signaling Ed, and he picked up the cue and turned his head about. Robert stepped to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Bonnie nearly jumped out of her skin with fear, then calmed herself and turned about.
"I just wanted a martini," she said when she noticed the hard expression on Robert's face.
Robert nodded over his shoulder toward the door. Bonnie stepped aside from him and walked to the door.
"How many times have I told you I don't like that?" Walter said coldly, spitting the words through his teeth as they walked to their car.
Bonnie shrugged and turned to him. Lightly she touched the side of his face. She looked into his eyes, then reached up and pecked him on the chin.
"I love you," she said softly.
Robert drew back and stared at her. Then he smiled slightly and touched the side of her head. He ran his long fingers through her hair and touched the side of her cheek.
"I just don't like you in those places. I don't like anyone looking at you, you're my woman and I want to keep it that way."
"Take me home and make me your woman," she said as she touched the side of his face.
Robert lowered his eyes. His fingers slipped from her hair. He turned his back and opened the car door. like he had been kicked in the stomach he slumped into the front seat and placed his hands on the wheel. He sat there staring out the window.
She was going to speak to him but waited. She walked around the car and opened her own door. She dropped into the seat beside him, then turned and looked at the sorrowed expression on his face.
"What's the matter?" she asked, her voice registering her complete concern. He looked so drawn and peaked.
Robert took a deep breath and dropped his head back. He stared at the ceiling, then large tears started rolling down his cheeks. He sniffed once, then felt the tears and turned his head. With his back to her he reached for his handkerchief and wiped his cheek. He cursed himself foully and shook his head.
"What a mess! What a goddamn mess!"
Bonnie slid across the seat. She touched his shoulder and drew on it slightly trying to turn him. He held himself away and jerked his shoulder as though she were touching him with a hot poker.
Bonnie snapped her hand away. Feeling rejected she turned and slid across the seat. She slumped her head against the window and stared out.
Robert took a deep breath and turned about. When he saw the sorrowed expression on her face he reached out. He touched her hand and drew her fingers into his hand. He squeezed her gently, then pulled on her arm and turned her in her seat.
Robert looked into her eyes, then bowed his head.
"If you want a divorce you can have one. You have a perfect right now," he said.
The blood drained from her cheeks. Bonnie drew her head back and could hardly believe her ears. There had been no discussion of divorce. There was no real problem they had that other couples didn't have. He had never talked to her before about such a matter.
Stunned and afraid of losing him, she shook her head with awe.
"What do you mean I can get a divorce if I want?"
Robert turned and looked out the windshield. His hands tightened on the top of the wheel and his long fingers became almost pure white under the strain. His forearms started shaking.
"They say marriage is between a man and woman. I just learned that I broke part of that agreement," he said as he gritted his teeth in anger at himself.
"What are you talking about?"
Robert closed his eyes and bowed his head with defeat. Nervously he worked his teeth over his lower lip.
"I'm sterile. That's why we never had kids. I'm sterile as a log. As useless as tits on a bull. There's no life there. I can never have kids."
Bonnie was moved to compassion for him. She slid closer to him and touched his face again.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, I'm sure," Walter screamed as he slammed his fist angrily on the wheel and snapped his head back and forth like a wild man.
Awed by his display of temper, Bonnie pulled away. She stared and suddenly, right before her eyes, he crumpled. He slumped against the wheel and fell apart. He started sobbing like a tiny child and it seemed that when he got started and didn't care any more, he just let himself go. It seemed to her that he, for some reason, loved the way he was degrading himself in his own eyes.
She had never seen him cry before and the sight of it was startling. He had always been one of those men who prided himself on his manhood. He seemed so completely out of character now that she felt as though she were sitting with a total stranger.
For a moment she didn't know quite how to act and sat there frozen. When she finally snapped her head and her eyes moved, bringing her back to reality, she reached down. Lightly, in some attempt to show him he was still a man, she placed her hand over his limp penis. She held him warmly and pressed gently.
"I still love you. No matter what happens I will still love you," she said as she touched her lips to the side of his neck.
With a shaking hand he reached down. He grabbed her wrist and gently pried it from his leg. He pushed her hand away and turned to look at her.
Defeatedly he looked at her then turned. He reached for the key and stabbed it into the ignition. He started the car and backed up.
The next morning when she awoke he was gone for work. He had gotten up before the alarm went off and never even said goodbye. Bonnie got up and combed her fingers through her hair. She staggered out of the room and entered the kitchen. She made a pot of coffee and was sitting there when the phone rang.
The minute she heard his voice, she could not deny what she felt. Again she remembered how they'd sat in the bar. She remembered the haunting sounds and qualities of his voice. She remembered the sight of his long fingers and recalled the way she had wondered how they would be upon her body.
She sat there half hunched over. Her breasts were naked under her sheer nightie. They were pointing straight out and eager. Between her legs the thick red curls were already damp.
"I want you," he said softly into the other end of the phone.
Bonnie's breath caught in her throat. Again her stomach knotted. Again the tightness formed over her loins. Again she felt the moistness of her desire creeping between her fleshy buttocks.
Bonnie opened her legs. She pressed her fingertips into the rolls of her stomach. She moved her hand slowly, torturously down and plunged it between her legs. She pressed it against her heated loins and her breath hissed through her teeth. Her eyes closed tight and her mouth dropped with need.
"I want you too. I tried to deny it but I do. I want you so much. I wanted you last night. I want you this morning. I want you to need me. I have to have you need me."
"Meet me in an hour. Highway Thirty-three where it crosses Alpine. There's a small emergency parking area near the woods."
Bonnie slumped back against the chair. She nodded her head slowly. "I'll be there," she said as she pulled the phone away from her ear, stared at it as though she could not believe what she had heard, then placed it back on the hook.
An hour and ten minutes later Bonnie was lying in the woods near the parking area. A blanket was spread on the forest floor. She was draped across it and Ed was kneeling beside her. His head was between her lovely legs. His rough hands were cupping her fleshy buttocks. His tongue was stabbing into the soft moistness of her vagina, reaching deeper than any man had ever reached. Bonnie was twisting and turning. Her face was gaunt. Her eyes were closed. Her hips were surging up against his tongue, matching each intrusion.
Bonnie turned her head. He was kneeling to one side. His legs were right near her shoulder. His huge organ was jutting straight out from his lower belly, heated and hard.
"You look so hard and good," she said as she reached up.
Gently she touched the end of it. Her fingers wrapped about it. She squeezed it in the palm of her hand. Eddy instantly tightened his hands on her buttocks. His face twisted against her legs. He burrowed deeper and plunged his tongue. The excitement of his kisses sent her hips dancing. She could hardly control her own body. Her legs were snapping closed about his head. She released his organ and threw her arms desperately about his knees. She pressed her face against his legs. Her eyes were open and staring, but unseeing. Her mouth started gaping wide open and her breath gusted in her throat.
Gently she moved her hand up the inner side of one of his legs. She touched the weight of his testicles. Lightly she stroked him there, then passed her hand lovingly along the cleavage of his moist buttocks. Eddy groaned and lifted his leg over her head. He drew his head away from her gaping lips.
"Please kiss mine please kiss mine," he said as he leaned and lightly touched a multitude of kisses along the cleavage of her sex.
Bonnie looked up and thrilled. She ran her hands lovingly over his tight buttocks. Her fingers moved between the tight balls. She traced her fingertips around his testicles and along his penis. He shivered and lowered his hips. Bonnie curled her fingers about his penis and drew it back. She looked at the head, then hungrily opened her lips, curled them about it and nursed him.
Eddy shivered again. His hands tightened on her buttocks. He plunged his face again and stabbed at the moist opening. Then he drew back and stared as her mouth moved on his organ. He watched her looking back and suddenly could not stand it.
Reluctantly he drew away. Quickly he turned about. He watched her legs open and dropped between them.
Bonnie was blind with passion. She felt his penis against her leg and shivered. Her hand flew down and she gripped him. She placed him against the moist entrance of her sex and gasped.
The huge penis surged inside. Bonnie felt her throat close and gasped again. The thrill collected over her loins. Her legs started shivering violently. She rose up against him and swallowed him completely. Her hands flew to his firm buttocks and pulled him to her desperately.
Eddy wiggled against her. His hands worked under her back. He pulled her against him and plunged his face against her neck. He started a slow movement with his hips and slowly the movement built in speed. He slammed against her hard and held tighter. His face became gaunt.
Eddy moved his mouth along her neck to her ear. "I'm coming!"
The second she heard him Bonnie snapped back to reality. Suddenly the excitement was washed aside for a moment. She felt him stabbing and felt only fear now. The need for him was diminished quickly.
Bonnie wiggled back. Fiercely she pushed his hips.
"Don't come! Don't come! Dammit, don't finish inside me!" she cried as the panic gripped her stomach.
Bonnie fought angrily against him. Her hips danced back. She finally felt him slipping out of her and jerked back again. She kicked the blanket with her feet and pushed and pushed and suddenly he was completely outside.
Eddy went to his knees. His face was weak and limp. His eyes were wide and unbelieving. He stared at her and trembled visibly, then gritted his teeth hard as his face changed expression and became a mask of pure intensified need.
"I can't hold it! I can't hold it! Why did you do it? Why?" he cried as his body revolted against his mind and his seed burst out and splashed ster-illy onto the blanket.
Bonnie looked down at his penis and suddenly she felt terrible. What a fool she had been. If she would have become pregnant her husband would have killed her or himself. If she would have let Eddy finish surely he would have made her pregnant.
Bonnie rolled listless to her stomach. She pulled the blanket about her face and started sobbing softly. Her shoulders convulsed and her stomach knotted with tension. Her climax was so near she was ready to scream. Her desire was so intense she wanted to finish.
Bonnie turned over and looked up. He was kneeling there still staring at her. His mouth was limp and weak. His eyes were moist with need.
Reluctantly Bonnie opened her legs. Fearfully she waited until she had the strength to say the words. "Make me come, will you? I have to come. I'm so close I just have to come," she said.
Eddy knitted his teeth angrily and stared at her. Slowly his head moved from side to side.
"I don't believe it. You're really too much. You get me there, leave me hanging, then turn right around and beg for it. If you want to finish, finish finish by yourself, cause I'm leaving," he said as he turned, snatched up his shorts and got up.
Bonnie lay there and he snapped himself around. He stabbed one leg into his trousers, then the other. He jerked his clothes about his waist and walked off, leaving her there alone.
Bonnie dropped her head back. She looked up and stared through the trees at the bright blue sky. She looked at the pale blue and suddenly the color became fuzzy as tiny tears of frustration rushed down her cheeks. Her lips started trembling. Suddenly her throat felt like sandpaper. She whimpered and turned her head. She looked and watched his car pull away from behind her. She wanted to watch him leave. She wanted to torture herself with the thought of what she had done to him.
The car pulled down the road. It was quiet all of a sudden. Bonnie felt alone and dropped her head back. She reached down lightly touching her fingers to her soaked mound. She worked her fingers about and pressed two of them into her vagina.
For a long moment she tried to excite herself but it was no good; no matter how she moved her fingers she could not overcome her feelings of despair enough to enjoy it. No matter how she touched herself her nerves would not come to her aid and excite her enough to climax. Lingering halfway between completion and something more placid, Bonnie dropped her head back again and started sobbing, deep wrenching sobs that soon reduced her to one complete and quivering mass of despair.
Bonnie sat in the living room and stared at the floor. Again the mood she had felt after the episode with Eddy drowned her in despair. She sat there and her lips were parted weakly. Her eyes were staring blankly at the floor but her vision was blurred.
Bonnie shook her head.
"Why don't I get excited any more? Why can't I get excited about anything any more?" she whispered before she turned on the sofa and slumped forward, dropping again into a crying jag.
CHAPTER THREE
Alica stood at the kitchen window. She looked out and Bonnie was still not there. Then she turned her head and looked at the pitcher of cold lemonade and remembered the pill she had dropped inside it.
She had gone too far to stop now. All it would take would be a sip or two and the woman would be there. All it would take was a sip or two of the lemonade and Bonnie would be begging for something, anything.
Turning, Alica walked to the door. She stood there for a moment and again she looked outside. When she noticed the yard was vacant again she grew anxious. She opened the door and stepped into the drive. She stood there a moment, then walked down the drive to the corner of the house and looked across the yard in front of Bonnie's place, half expecting to see the woman over at the bushes on the other side.
The yard was vacant. Alica stepped toward the door. She pressed the front door bell and stepped back. She turned and waited impatiently.
Inside, behind her, she could hear footsteps. Suddenly the door opened slightly behind her. Alica turned about and Bonnie was standing there, peering through the crack in the door.
Alica looked at the woman's face and could see the traces of tears. She stepped toward the door and cocked her head to one side.
"Is there something wrong, Bonnie?" she asked.
Bonnie lowered her head and sighed deeply. Then she turned about and left the door partially ajar as she walked back into the living room. Alica looked at the partly open door and pushed it aside. She stepped into the house and Bonnie was standing there mutely. Alica walked to her and could feel the low depressed mood. She looked at the woman's face and could see the sorrow which was drenching her cheeks.
Alica touched Bonnie's shoulder gently. Instantly, almost automatically, Bonnie whirled about. She threw her arms about Alica and hugged her tight. She pressed herself against her and her tears started wetting Alica's shoulder.
Alica trembled with excitement. She could feel the heat of the woman's breasts against her chest and started trembling. Her hands became moist and she waited until she was confident enough before placing them on the woman's soft back.
"What's the trouble, honey?" she asked in a quiet tone as she patted the woman's soft back affectionately.
Bonnie shook her head and sniffed, but said nothing. Finally she whimpered softly and drew her head away. She looked into Alica's eyes, then turned her back to her and stepped across the room.
"Excuse me for making a fool of myself," Bonnie said as she reached for a cigarette and placed it to her lips.
Bonnie reached for a match and struck it. She took one puff of the cigarette, then leaned and angrily crushed it in the ash tray. She turned about and angrily slapped her hands against her legs. She looked about the room and anxiously ran her hands over her arms.
"This place is driving me crazy. I swear it's driving me crazy," she said softly.
Alica trembled again with anticipation and stepped forward. Controlling herself as much as she could she placed her hands on the woman's soft shoulder. She turned toward her and touched her face. She lifted Bonnie's chin and stared into her soft hazel eyes.
"Come over to my place for a while. We can talk," she said as she calmly drew her hand away, not wanting to do anything which would frighten the woman at this point.
Bonnie simply nodded her head. She turned about and headed for the door. She stopped there for a moment, then turned about to look at Alica.
Alica bowed her head guiltily. It was like watching the fly slip into the web. She felt a twinge of fear. She gave out with a small smile, then stepped to the door where Bonnie was standing and walked out with her.
A few seconds later, Alica was wiggling in her chair. Bobbie was seated across the table from her. The lemonade which Alica had prepared for the woman was resting in the glass between Bonnie's fingers. Bonnie had not as yet taken a sip of it and was staring down at the cool liquid.
She was talking about her husband.
"He just seems to have lost interest in life completely. I can't figure anything any more. He just doesn't have any interest in anything at all," she said.
Alica nearly raised off her chair. The woman's fingers tightened about the glass. Alica felt her throat constrict with anticipation and her loins started swimming. Again her panties pressed uncomfortably against her mound. Again her breasts surged hard against her bra, making her feel more anxious than she had been in years.
Bonnie held the glass in her hand. She toyed with it for a moment. She looked at Alica and smiled, then looked down at her glass. Slowly then, she lifted the glass to her lips and took a swallow.
Alica trembled as she watched the woman's Adam's apple bob. She heard the slight gurgling sound of Bonnie swallowing and the blood coursed through her veins with need. She listened again to the same sound and the thrills mounted as she contemplated how much of the liquid Bonnie was drinking.
Bonnie, completely unaware of what was happening or what was inside the glass, swallowed nearly all of it. She lowered the glass to the table and looked up. She looked at the other woman, then shyly bowed her head and tapped her fingers self-consciously on the table.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you with my problems," she said.
Alica looked into the woman's soft eyes. Then she looked down at the slightly upturned nose. She glanced at the tiny mouth and the lovely neck. She looked further down at the swells under the woman's halter then stared at the deep cleavage between Bonnie's breasts.
"You aren't bothering me at all," she said as she reached under the table with one hand.
Alica placed her hand on her own knee. She moved her fingers under her dress. She slid her hand slowly up her legs and touched the damp spot on her panties. She pushed aside the crotch of her panties and moved her fingers inside. She touched the moist cleavage and parted the damp lips. She moved her fingers along the cleavage and touched the swollen nipple of passion.
Thrilling with the touch of her own fingers she looked up. She watched Bonnie's face and soon it was growing bright red. The woman's cheeks were turning into a blush. Her eyes were becoming moist. Bonnie was starting to breathe heavier and heavier, taking deep long breaths.
Bonnie felt warm and leaned her head back. She pressed her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. She shook her head slightly and let out a soft gasp. Then she got up and stepped toward the window.
"I'm getting warm for some reason," she said as she leaned to the open window and took a few breaths of the warm air outside.
Bonnie turned about. She looked at Alica and turned her head. Again she touched the side of her face self-consciously and stepped to the table. She lowered into her chair and placed her hands over her face.
"I can't understand it. I feel like I'm like I'm " Bonnie said, interrupting her words to look up.
Bonnie looked across the table. Her eyes narrowed slightly and a pained expression fell over her face. She looked at Alica, then leaned forward slightly until her breasts came to rest on the table. She pressed them against the cool table top and moaned softly.
Alica wiggled in her chair. She watched the woman grow more and more excited and her finger moved over her swollen nipple of passion. She slid it down along the moist cleavage and touched the damp entrance to her body. She parted her lovely legs and shoved her fingers into her moist channel. As she did, the excitement became explosively hard inside her. Her belly knotted again. Her loins started to become nearer and nearer to water. Her legs started trembling harder and the muscles along the inner sides started tightening hard.
Alica wiggled and looked up. Bonnie was leaning over the table. Her head was resting against her one arm. Her hand was below the table and she was touching her soft belly. Her hips were rolling and her body was moving against the hardness of the chair under her.
Bonnie raised her head. Her face was beet red. Her lips were parched and dry. Her lovely eyes were moist as hell and tiny tears of longing were streaming down her cheeks. She stared at Alica for a long moment then leaned back. She got up and stepped toward the door leading into the living room.
"I have to use your bathroom," Bonnie said as she stepped across the front room and closed the door to the bathroom.
Alica heard the door close and got up. Trembling with excitement she walked out of the room. She stepped across the front room and cautiously walked to the bathroom door. She leaned against it and listened.
Inside she heard a moan. Then she heard what sounded like a page being turned in the book she had left there. She heard another moan then the slight raspy sound of cloth moving against flesh. She listened again and this time she heard what sounded like something soft dropping against the floor.
"Oh, damn, how could I feel this way?! " Bonnie cried from inside the bathroom.
Alica listened. From inside the room she could hear the sounds of moans. She heard legs snapping against one another, then the slight sound of what sounded like Bonnie's hips banging against the floor. She could hear another series of groans and then what sounded like a growl.
Alica could hardly control herself. Her hands were shaking wildly. The palms of them were dripping with nervous perspiration. Her underarms were soaked and her breasts were surged hard against her bra. Between her legs her panties were matted completely against her legs. They were pressing between her spongy buttocks, making her much more uncomfortable than she felt before.
Shivering with anticipation, Alica looked up at the lock. She hoped that she had done it right. She hardly wanted a slip-up now.
Afraid she might have made a mistake, Alica touched the door with one finger. She pressed it gently. The door started to open and suddenly she was standing there looking down.
Bonnie was lying on the floor. Her shorts and panties were off her legs. Her legs were parted wide. Her hand was between them. Her middle two fingers of her right hand were buried in the soft moss of her vagina and completely hidden inside her body. Her other hand was pressed over one hard breast, squeezing it. She was lying very still, looking up. Her eyes were as large as saucers. Her mouth was dropped open and hauntingly dry. She looked as though she were petrified of the woman who had just stepped into the room.
Alica's heart started to hammer. Her pulse raced. She stared at the soft fleshy buttocks and moaned again. Her face went limp and her own mouth started drooping. She stared and her lovely blue eyes became misty and moist. Her throat constricted again and her chest started heaving.
The air inside the room became heavy. Bonnie lay there and her eyes never moved. Alica stood there gaping and said absolutely nothing. The fingers between Bonnie's legs were still imprisoned in her vagina and were unmoving. Her hips were still quiet but every once in a while they did jerk slightly.
Alica stared at the soft legs They were so slim, the sight of them sent a chill up her spine. The woman's legs looked more like those of a girl of sixteen than a woman. Her crotch was so soft with red down that she looked almost pure even though she was masturbating. Her belly was soft and rounded. The folds were heavy and she looked tender to the touch. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples were so tiny. Again she looked more like a child than a woman-
Alica turned her head. The book was still on the back of the toilet. The pages were turned from where she had left them open. The picture showing was one of her and a woman. They were on the bed completely naked. In the picture Alica was bowing between the woman's legs, making a feast of her body.
Alica turned about. She knew that Bonnie must have understood what she was thinking now. She looked down and now, for some reason, when she realized the other woman understood, her desire really flooded forward. She felt as though there was no reason to hold back. She let herself go and soon her entire body was a mass of tingling sensation.
Alica's hands trembled. She stared at the soft red mound between Bonnie's legs and slowly dropped to her knees. She leaned toward the musky swelling juncture of the woman's thighs and lightly touched her lips to the soft crease there. She moved her lips slowly up and down the soft crease near Bonnie's mound and waited.
Bonnie moaned. Her eyes closed dreamily. Her legs started trembling again and slowly they drifted apart. She held herself open wide and her hips started moving.
"Nobody's kissed me in so long in so long," she said.
The thrill of conquest rushed through Alica. She turned her head and slid her limp lips across Bonnie's hands. She touched the back of the soft hand and darted a series of kisses up her arm. She raised her head and stared limply at the other woman.
"Let me love you. I want so much to love you," she said.
Bonnie stared unbelievingly at Alica for a moment, then turned and looked across the room at the toilet and the book on the back of it. As she looked at the book her eyes closed slightly. Her chest swelled once and she murmured. Slowly then her hand moved away from her loins and drifted up her belly. It fell to the side of her body and she lay there completely calm and quiet.
She turned her head and her eyes closed with desperation.
"I just want to hold somebody who wants me. I don't care right now who it is. I just have to have someone," she said.
Alica stared at the mound and it was drenched. The lips were hanging open and the reddened flesh was completely visible. She looked and could see the tight expression of need. She looked and could see more evidence than she would ever know that the woman was sensual.
Trembling she reached out. She touched her finger to the damp opening. Without much ado she surged it slowly into the woman's soft body and wiggled it against the wet walls. Then she withdrew it and slipped it along the cleavage, touching the hardened nipple of passion.
Alica rolled the thick nipple of passion. Bonnie whimpered and her legs parted wider. Her hips started moving up and down against the soft finger. Her hands balled up into tight little fists and the fingers turned white as she held them tight. She arched her head to one side and her face strained hard. Her eyes closed tight and tiny crow's feet formed along the edges.
"That's so good that feels so good so good," she said in a soft voice.
Alica removed her finger gently from the woman's crotch. She moved between Bonnie's legs and leaned forward. She hovered over the woman's reddened face and looked down. Bonnie turned her head and returned her gaze. Alica stared into the woman's eyes then leaned to her ear.
"I'm gonna lick you everywhere. I'm gonna love you like you've never been loved before. Then when I get between your legs I'm gonna-" Alica said.
Alica stopped talking in that instant and plunged her wet tongue into Bonnie's ear. She moved it about and stabbed it deep. Then she pulled away and looked down.
Bonnie lay there quietly and stared up. Her eyes were completely wet now. Her mouth was drooped open. Her hands were trembling. She stared up for a moment as though she were completely afraid, then she raised her hands. Gently she moved them into Alica's soft long hair, she curled them about the silk and tightened them. She stared at Alica's soft moist mouth then pulled her down and kissed her.
Their lips touched. The thrill of those soft tasty lips rushed excitement through Alica's body. She trembled slightly and dropped to the soft body. She pressed against the tenderness and her hand went under Bonnie's hips. She touched her soft buttocks and her hand drifted between the cleavage. She slid her fingers down and lightly touched the woman's anus.
Bonnie wiggled her mouth against Alica's. While she kissed her hands rushed down. She gripped the back of Alica's dress and pulled it up. Eagerly her fingers fought for the elastic of Alica's panties and slipped inside. She moved her tender hand down along the soft cleavage.
"Oh, you're so wet," Bonnie said as her fingers moved over the soft flesh of Alica's buttocks.
Alica trembled when she heard the words. The excitement again gripped her stomach. She wiggled to one side and reached back. She pulled the woman's hand away from her buttocks. She raised her hips, guiding Bonnie's soft fingers between her legs.
"Touch me," she cried, her voice half choked off with excitement.
Bonnie was carried away by now herself. Eagerly her fingers pushed aside the crotch of Alica's panties. She slid her hand inside, pressing it against the soft moist mound. She rolled it gently then wiggled her fingers, surging them into the tight channel.
Desperately Alica's arms worked their way under the woman's body. She pulled her up and plunged her head against her neck. She kissed the soft line of Bonnie's neck and reached again for her ear.
"I want you," she said, her voice again choked off.
Bonnie's hands rushed into Alica's hair again. She pulled her head close and turned it to one side. She stared at the ear for a moment then plunged her mouth against it and stabbed her tongue.
Alica thrilled again and reached down. She pulled up her dress and shoved her panties down her legs as far as she could. She let out a soft moan of satisfaction when the crotch pulled away from her body and then straightened up and knelt beside the woman. While she was on her knees she pushed her panties lower.
Bonnie turned on her side. She looked at Alica's legs and reached up. Gently she touched her hip and pushed her slightly.
"I'll get them," she exclaimed as Alica settled to her side.
Alica lay on her side and the woman pulled her panties off. The instant she felt them leave her feet she lifted one leg. She loved the idea of Bonnie seeing her and lay there with one leg cocked in the air. She looked at the woman and Bonnie was lying on her side. One of her legs was up and her crotch was bared. Unable to resist, Alica touched one soft high and moved her hand against the mound. She moved her hand about the soft leg and soon everything was moist.
Alica heard the woman's breath hiss through her teeth and looked up. Bonnie was sitting there staring down blankly. Her eyes were like glass and her mouth was open. Her chest was heaving, her breasts were soaked with perspiration. Alica moved her hand over the soft mound and Bonnie's head flew back. Her mouth dropped wide open. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She stayed there for a moment then dropped limply to her side and stared between Alica's legs.
Bonnie moved her hand. Lightly she pressed her soft palm against the tender mound. She moved her hand slightly and rolled the thick lips.
Alica trembled again. She leaned to one side and bowed over. She stared at the moist softness of the woman's legs then touched her lips to one of them. She then moved her hand away and her mouth moved up. She touched her lips to the soft curls and her tongue snaked out slightly. She wiggled it against the cleavage and touched the nipple of passion.
Bonnie gasped and her hands moved up Alica's legs. She curled one small hand about one fleshy buttock and worked the other under Alica's body. Then she moved forward and her lips lightly touched the mound. She closed her eyes and burrowed hard against the moistness.
Alica felt the lips and the thrill of conquest rushed through her. She closed her eyes and peppered the soft mound with kisses. Elation rushed through her and she was no longer afraid.
"What a neighborhood this will be. What a neighborhood this will be," she said as she felt the hungry tongue rushing deep against the moist walls of her vagina and the long finger making its intrusion into her tight restraining anus.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bonnie lay there atop the soft bed. Her buttocks were buried in the rough material of the spread. Her legs were parted and her hands were lying limply at her side. She was looking up. Her face was still red. Her mouth was drooping and every muscle in her body was as limp as a wet dish rag.
Bonnie turned and Alica was beside her. She was also on her back and her legs were near Bonnie's head. From where Bonnie was lying she could see the soft triangle of curls.
Bonnie rolled heavily to her side. She stared at the mound and smiled. She reached out and lightly touched her hand to the soft curls. Affectionately she moved her palm along the soft cleavage and touched the underside of Alica's buttocks.
Bonnie felt weak with affection and leaned her cheek to the woman's leg. She rubbed the soft flesh of her face against Alica's thigh and closed her eyes dreamily.
"I loved it when you went in me," she said as she lightly touched the woman's buttocks again.
Alica turned her head and looked at the woman's legs. She reached around her hip and lightly touched her buttocks. She moved her hand between the globes and touched the tiny anus.
"I liked going in you," she said.
Alica's finger touched. The thrill of the intimacy rushed through Bonnie's body. Her head started swimming. Her entire body became warmed by a wave of heat that rushed up from her feet and swelled about her shoulders. She leaned forward and pressed her cheek against the soft thigh again, hugged tight, then dropped back slightly and stared at the soft triangle of thick curls.
Bonnie stared at the blonde curls and closed her eyes. She remembered another triangle of blonde curls and her mind swam again. She lay there just like that. She wondered if she would feel as free with him. She wondered what it would feel like to wrap her hand about his hot penis. She lay there and could almost see herself leaning to touch him with her lips.
Bonnie's eyes again came back into focus. She looked at the cleavage of Alica's sex and smiled.
"I wished you were a man right about now," she said laughingly.
Alica looked at the soft curls and closed her eyes. She nodded her head in agreement and dropped back to the bed.
"I wish that too. I'd love to be able to love you like that once," she said.
Bonnie rolled to her side again. Longingly she moved her hand affectionately on Alica's thigh She touched the soft triangle again and flattened her hand against it. Then she wiggled her hips closer and parted her legs. "Touch me," she said.
Smiling, Alica turned on her side partially She reached out and lightly pressed her hand over the mound. She wiggled her palm then and moved her fingers against the cleavage. She parted her gently and surged one finger into the moist channel.
Bonnie murmured again. She wiggled closer and her legs strained wider apart. She movec her hips slowly back and forth. Her face became limp and gaunt. Her eyes closed tight and her mouth flopped open.
Gently her hand caressed between Alica's thighs. She moved it again and again over the soft curls. Then she drew back and moaned slightly. She fell to her back and took a deep breath.
"I wanted it so much. I want a man so much," she said as she slipped her hands over her chest and touched her breasts.
Alica moved her hand away from the woman's legs and sat up. She turned about and lightly touched the side of Bonnie's face.
"That's no problem. You can make love to my husband whenever you want. All you have to do is ask," she smiled as she leaned over and affectionately touched her lips to the side of Bonnie's face.
Bonnie turned her head despondently. She turned on her side with her back to the other woman. She looked across the room, then shook her head despondently.
"I wish I could. I'm to the point where I'm ready to try anything. I just wished I could get over this hunger for it," she said as she looked down at the swollen nipple upon her breasts.
Alica touched the woman's breast. Gently she curled her hand around it. She squeezed it tightly, then leaned and lightly touched her lips to one of the nipples.
"I can go call him if you want. He can come home," Alica said.
Bonnie closed her eyes. She wanted what the woman was talking about. She had seen Walter on occasion and he would not be in the least bit hard to take. He was tall and attractive.
Bonnie reached down anxiously. She placed her hands along the sides of her mound. She pressed the lips together and moaned. She then closed her eyes and wiggled her hips against the hand which Alica was still holding against her.
"Go deeper," she whispered.
Alica wiggled her fingers deeper. The thrill mounted inside Bonnie's body. She threw her head back and her mouth became strained. She closed her eyes finally and her breath stopped short in her throat.
Alica was touching her but it was not good enough. It just didn't have the feeling of a man's hands. It just didn't have the sensation that could be provoked by a man's touch.
Bonnie turned her head slightly and opened her eyes. She reached down despondently and touched Alica's wrist. Gently she removed the woman's fingers from her vagina, then sat up.
Bonnie placed her hands over her face, she wished she had the guts to do it. She wished she had the guts to turn to the other woman and say yes. But still there were other side problems. If her husband ever found out what she was doing he would kill her. If she ever became pregnant he would probably kill himself.
Bonnie drew her hands away from her face. She got up and walked across the room. She stepped to the front door of the bedroom, then turned about.
Alica was lying there sprawled out. Her legs were still apart. Her blonde mound was completely visible.
Bonnie looked at the woman's treasures and moaned. She had done it once with a girl a long time ago but she had never been that satisfied before. The young girl she had done it with had never had the technique that Alica had. She had never known how to do the things that Alica had done to her.
Bonnie looked down at her breasts. They were still swollen. No matter what she said about being satisfied she knew that deep down she was still hungry. She knew that no matter what she felt on the outside, she was still hungering for the touch of a man.
Bonnie stepped from the room. She walked into the bathroom. She turned about and looked at the book on the back of the toilet. She opened the pages and flopped one upon the other. Then she stopped and looked down at one particular picture.
In the picture Walter was lying on his back. His legs were parted wide. His enormous penis was standing straight up and his hands were curled behind his head. He was staring at the camera with a small smile on his lips.
Bonnie stared at the picture. Something tightened in her stomach. She leaned forward and lightly touched her lips to the picture. When she drew back she noticed the slight moist spot on his penis. Bonnie stared at the moist spot and it slowly disappeared. Again the slight strain of need washed across her face. Her eyes became dreary and her mouth went slack.
"I bet you'd go deep," she said as she traced a path with her finger lightly along the penis in the picture.
Bonnie drew her hand away and was trembling harder. She turned the page in the book and nearly gasped at the next picture. In that one Walter was still on his back but a woman was lying on him. Her legs were parted wide and she was resting atop him with his hugeness stuffed inside. She was just resting there contentedly.
Bonnie murmured softly beneath her breath.
"I'd love to lay like that all day with you," she said as she leaned again and touched the spot where they were joined in the picture.
Bonnie raised her head and turned the page again. In this picture Walter was standing to one side. His hands were plunged into some woman's hair. His eyes were closed. He was holding her head and his huge penis was between her lips.
The lovely young woman was nursing him as was apparent by the puckered expression on her cheeks.
Bonnie became weak when she looked at this one. She staggered back slightly and backed into the wall. She slumped against the wall and her hand drifted up her body. She touched her breasts and squeezed one of them. She stared at the picture and the heat developed between her loins just as hot as it had been before she had come over to Alica's.
Bonnie turned her head. She walked to the medicine cabinet and opened it. On the bottom shelf she noticed the small plastic bag and trembled with excitement as she opened it. Inside she found a diaphragm and the idea of it thrilled her again.
Bonnie, still holding the plastic bag in her hand, stepped out of the bathroom. She entered the bedroom.
"Could I use this. I don't have one. I got rid of the one I had when my husband and I were trying to have kids."
Alica gave a sweet smile and sat up. She turned and reached for the phone. She dialed and in a few seconds Bonnie was standing there listening as the woman called her husband home.
Bonnie felt the reluctance she had been feeling vanish completely. When she heard that the was on his way she turned about. like a blushing bride she stepped into the bathroom. She started the shower water and hopped under the coolness. She stood there and slowly turned off the hot water completely. The icy feeling of the water was refreshing. She finally turned and picked up the soap. She started lathering herself and started scrubbing between her legs.
Gently her fingers worked about the soft curls. She parted the hair with her fingers and combed it back. Then she felt herself growing excited with her own touch and stopped. She stepped under the shower again and stood there for a full fifteen minutes.
Time and time again she lathered herself completely. She wanted to smell fresh and clean. She wanted to appear fresh and clean for him it would be so relaxing to be able to make love without worrying about someone coming into the room that she wanted to make it perfect.
She kept thinking of what it would be like and poked her head out of the shower stall. She looked at the book on the toilet and whimpered with need as she noticed the woman kneeling in front of him. Bonnie staggered weakly into the shower again. She slumped against the wall and leaned there. She stared down at the floor and shook her head slightly to one side and the other.
"I'm so hungry for it. I'm so hungry for it," she said.
Bonnie heard the door behind her open and poked her head out of the shower stall. The instant she saw him standing there her face went limp with need. He was standing there completely naked. His hands were on his hips. His legs were parted wide. His penis was standing straight out and hard. The knob was nearly bursting.
Bonnie looked at his testicles and they were huge. He looked like he could repopulate the world. He looked so virile the sight of him sent a chill rushing along her spine.
Bonnie brushed her hands along her arms. Her eyes grew wide. She looked up and when she saw his dark eyes her heart melted. She stepped away from the spray and entered the bathroom. She stepped to him and stood there staring into his face. Then to break her own shyness, she reached up and lightly placed her hand along the side of his cheek.
Bonnie waited but he never moved. She sensed he was waiting for her to tell him and moved closer. She slipped her cool hands along his back and pulled him closer. She watched her breasts flatten against his hairy chest, then closed her eyes and stepped against him. His penis brushed against her stomach and again she shivered.
"I need you. I need you so much," she said as she lightly touched her lips along his neck.
Walter shivered and closed his eyes. His huge hands drifted down her back. He touched the lower portion of her back, then slid his hands to her fleshy buttocks. He lifted them into his palms and squeezed. He moved his head and touched his lips to the nape of her neck.
"I want you," he said, closing his eyes dreamily and moving his lips up and down her neck.
Bonnie opened her eyes. Again she looked at the picture on the toilet. She stared at it for a long moment then drew away. Her face went limp and she looked down. Weakly she dropped to her knees. She stared at the thick dark knob and leaned over. Lightly she touched her lips in a gentle kiss to the tip of his penis, then lifted it and touched his prowess as she held him out of the way with her hand.
He was nestled in her hand. He was warm and hard. Instantly she remembered Eddy and the way he had felt. She remembered how he had pulsed the same way. She remembered how warm he had felt inside her and the thrills washed down from her head, swirled though her stomach and weakened her legs again.
Walter looked down and when he noticed the expression of need on her face, he parted his legs wider. He held himself and watched. Bonnie reached up and lightly her hand touched between his legs. She lifted him and weighed him then she rolled him gently and moved her fingers along the length of his penis.
Walter shivered and reached into her hair. He tilted her head up and looked at her lovely mouth. Then he stepped forward and touched his penis to her lips again.
Bonnie looked down. She stared at his hugeness. Then she closed her eyes and parted her lips softly. She felt the knob enter and thrilled. She rushed her tongue over it and the heat soared through her body. He was so virile. He was so hard. She had not felt anything like him so long he just took her breath away. Her lips became soft and gratefully she accepted the slowly moving gyrations of his hips and the intimate touch of the kiss she was giving him.
Reluctantly she drew back. She stared at him again and her throat constricted with need.
"I love doing that to you. I just love doing that to you," she said as she reached for him again.
Bonnie moved her hand back and forth on his penis. Walter threw his head back and gasped, He backed up and slammed against the wall. He stood there working his hips back and forth, glowing as her hand worked on him.
Bonnie looked up and watched the expression of pure need come across his face. She stared at his eyes and they closed. His mouth fell open and he was breathing hard. Bonnie smiled and felt grateful again. She squeezed her hand and worked it slowly back and forth. Then she slid her hand between his legs and touched his firm buttocks.
Walter grunted and jerked his hips forward He raised to his toes and arched his back. Then he turned and pulled back. He stepped away from her and looked down.
Bonnie dropped to the floor on her back. She stared at his organ hungrily and drew her knees back. She curled her fingers under then and held her legs back, showing him lewdly the state of her need.
Frantically Walter dropped to his knees. His face plunged against her mound. His tongue stabbed against the moist well and entered deep. He made hungry sounds and worked his lips eagerly against her until Bonnie thought she would crawl right out of her skin.
Still holding her knees back, Bonnie release her knees. She touched the back of his head an drew him forward. When his tongue entered she threw her head back and gasped.
"You're getting me so hot," she said as she worked her hips frantically against his tongue.
Walter murmured and drew back. His face was limp and gaunt. His cheeks were brilliant red. He looked up and his face drained hungrily as he stared at her tilted breasts. Then he looked down and walked forward on his knees. He touched the head of his penis against her moist opening and looked up.
Bonnie raised her head and looked down. Her face drained with passion as she watched. Her eyes grew large in desire.
The penis moved slowly and disappeared. Not only was that heat exciting but the sight of it was also. She watched and felt it enter all the way. She watched it disappear and felt it completely sheathed and tight inside her, stretching her apart.
Still holding her legs up, she dropped her head back again and let out a long satisfied sigh. She rotated her hips slightly and confirmed he was still there, then murmured again and dropped her hands limply to the towel they were lying on and strained.
"You're so big and hard. What a beautiful hard-on. What a beautiful hard-on."
Walter looked down and his face went limp again. He placed his hands on the floor and slowly drew back. He watched and grunted with disappointment as he pulled out of her body.
When he was out completely, he reached for her hand. He pulled her to her seat then curled his arm under her shoulders. He lifted her up and staggered with her out of the room into the bedroom.
When they reached the bed, Bonnie turned about. She cupped his face with her hands and stared into his eyes.
"Let me sit on it. I can get it deeper that way. I want it all the way in me as deep as it can go," she said.
Walter needed no more encouragement. He dropped to the bed and flipped to his back. He stretched his legs apart and patted his legs.
Bonnie crawled to the top on her knees. She lifted one leg over him and settled above him, Lovingly she reached down and touched his penis. She guided it against her wet entrance and settled slowly.
The penis surged inside her body again. This time she pressed down and matted herself completely against him. This time he reached deeper than he had in the bathroom. The heat poured through her.
Hungrily she moved her hands on his shoulders. She leaned and touched her lips to his neck She slipped her hands under his back and hugged her breasts tight to his chest. She rotated her hips wildly and small inarticulate moans escaped her throat.
Two seconds later, in the throes of her own sexual madness, Bonnie felt a violent shiver work through her body. Excitement collected above her loins and lingered there. She felt the excitement mount, then something inside snapped like a giant rope and she dumped for ward, the hunger abated for a moment at least.
CHAPTER FIVE
Alica stood at the bedroom door. Her pulse hammered in her wrists. Her stomach started knotting and the tension tightened about her loins.
Bonnie and Walter were still on the bed. Bonnie was lying draped over his chest. Her legs were parted wide. Her fleshy buttocks were above his hips. His huge penis was still hard and inside her. Bonnie was moving her hips slightly back and forth. Tiny murmurs of satisfaction were streaming from her throat. Her hands were curled tight about Walter's shoulders. Her head was resting against his neck. Her mouth was open wide and her eyes were closed tight.
Bonnie turned her head. Lightly she touched her lips to the side of Walter's neck.
"Just stay hard. It feels so good inside me," she said in a soft tone which carried with it the sounds of her passion.
Walter moved his hands slowly down her back. His fingers rushed over her smooth buttocks. He squeezed them gently and murmured.
Then he pressed down on her hips and surged up against her, flattening her buttocks against his legs.
Bonnie gasped aloud. Her hands tightened on his shoulders. Her head raised and her face went limp. Her mouth dropped open again and a gurgling sound issued from her throat. Finally she sat up and drove herself down. She pressed with all her might and started rotating against his legs.
"It's happening for me again! It's happening for me again!" she called in a soft half-strangled voice.
Eagerly her hips worked. Her hands tightened harder on his shoulders. Her eyes closed tighter and her face turned red. She started jerking wildly and her buttocks rolled against his legs. She pressed down harder against him and her entire body arched. She threw her head back and her mouth flew open wide.
"I'm coming again! I'm coming again!" she gasped.
Walter reached for her hips eagerly. He worked them back and forth. Beneath her, he slammed up against her, driving deeper and deeper. Alica watched him and she could see he was losing control. She watched and the passion was leaping into the muscles of his face. His eye were becoming cloudy with need. His mouth was turning weak.
Walter gripped Bonnie's hips harder and hi head started rolling back and forth.
"I can't hold it, honey. I can't hold it an more."
"Oh, I want you so much," Bonnie said in that instant. She lifted her leg over his body and dropped to the bed. She parted her legs wide.
"I've got to come!" Walter cried as he climbed to his knees.
Desperately he worked between her legs. Bonnie reached down hurriedly and gripped his penis. She placed it against her body and before she could pull her hand away Walter plunged. His hand flew to her buttocks and grasped her there. He worked his fingers against the soft globes. Bonnie gasped and her legs flew apart.
"Come I want to feel you come," she called out as her tiny hands moved about his back.
Walter dropped to her shoulder. He looked toward Alica but his eyes were pure glass. He stared at her but Alica knew he could not see anything. Alica stood there and watched and suddenly his face grew tense. His hips started working harder. His stomach slapped against Bonnie's soft body and he pressed hard.
"Hold me! Hold me tight!" he cooed against Bonnie's ear.
Bonnie arched up against him. Her hands moved down his body. She pulled against his buttocks, whimpering softly. Her face plunged into the nape of his shoulders and she trembled. She held herself there, then shivered. Then she arched and held herself trembling against him.
"I can feel you. I can feel it. It's so warm. It's so warm," Bonnie cried as Walter pressed tighter and spumed his seed violently.
Walter hugged her tight. Then he slumped forward into exhaustion and lay heavily upon her back. His face appeared soft and relaxed. His hands dropped from her buttocks. He just lay there panting his breath and slowly the vision came back into his eyes. He looked at Alica and slowly pulled away, dropped to his back and lay there panting.
Alica stared at his organ and it was limp, Then she looked at the juncture between Bonnie's legs and it was gaping.
Alica crossed the room and stepped to the bed. She sat on the edge and looked at Bonnie's face. The woman was lying there with her eyes closed her lovely mouth was parted slightly, showing the edges of her teeth. Her face was brilliant red and her cheeks were damp from the tiny tears she had shed.
Alica touched Bonnie's leg. Her hand moved down to the moist mound. She covered it with her hand and pressed softly.
"Do you feel better?" she asked.
Bonnie looked up once then dropped her head back. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly.
"I haven't felt a man do that for so long, haven't felt him want me like that. I haven't felt him finish. It had been so long since my husband finished in me I forgot what it was like."
"Doesn't he like sex?" Alica asked softly as she lightly stroked the woman's mound with her fingers.
Bonnie took a deep breath and shrugged.
"He doesn't any more. It's been so long since he touched me I wonder if he will ever think of i again. I just wonder if he will ever think about i again."
"Why doesn't he like to do it any more?" Alica asked.
Bonnie thereupon explained about what he had learned at the doctor. She explained to Alica and her husband about the way Robert had reacted when he learned he was sterile. She explained that he had just lost all his interest in being a man, that he just didn't care any more.
Alica thought about it for a moment. She wondered what would happen if she got to a man like that. She wondered if she were able to change just such a man. She listened to the lovely little redhead spiel off about her husband, crawled alongside Bonnie's small body and worked one of her arms under Bonnie's head. Still excited from what she had seen she wiggled her hips against Bonnie's belly and reached for the woman's hand.
Bonnie's hand touched Alica's mound. Gently she turned it over. She pressed her soft palm against its moist lips and moved her hand back and forth. She pressed it harder, then wiggled her finger against the moist channel. She pressed her middle finger inside, then stopped.
Bonnie raised her head. For a long moment she just stared at Alica. Then she slowly turned her head and looked at Walter. When he never looked up at her or showed any interest, Bonnie rushed against Alica's body and wrapped her arms about her back.
"I'll never be able to go back to normalcy after this. I swear I'll never be able to go back to it," she said softly.
"Are you satisfied?" Alica asked.
Bonnie hugged the woman gratefully. Her eyes were still closed and she smiled. She pressed herself against her and whimpered, then drew back and dropped back to the bed. She reached up and lightly touched her hand to the side of Alica's face. She stared at her mouth, then leaned up and lightly kissed her.
"I love you both. I swear I love you so much," she said.
Alica felt another thrill of victory and wiggled against the woman. Lying on her side, she parted her legs. She leaned against Bonnie's ear and touched it lightly with her lips.
"Touch me. Touch me real good," she said softly.
Again Bonnie reached down. Her hand closed over the moist mound. She wiggled her fingers against it and drove the middle one inside. She reached the full length inside the woman's body and wiggled about.
Alica felt the thrills mount. She pulled away from the woman's body and dropped beside her on the bed. She parted her legs again and lay there. Bonnie moved two fingers against her and suddenly the desire was washing through her again. Her hips started surging up against the hand and her thighs started trembling.
"Oh, I need it," she said as Bonnie's fingers worked about her body exciting her more and more.
Bonnie's face went limp with compassion. She touched the side of Alica's cheek and stared at her.
"What do you want, honey?" she asked.
Alica looked up. For a second she was worried about it. For a second she didn't want to come right out and say it. It was strange but she felt unsure of herself now. She knew Bonnie was highly sexual but she wondered what the woman would say if she told her she wanted her husband.
Alica turned her head. Nervously she clamped her teeth over her lower lip. She stared thoughtfully at the door for a moment, then turned her head and looked back at the woman.
"I want your husband and you. I want you holding my hand while he does it to me. I want to feel his excitement and feel you there."
Bonnie's face went limp with fear. She looked down at her and slowly removed her fingers from Alica's vagina. She stared at the fingers then turned and dropped to the edge of the bed. She stared at the floor for a moment, then started shaking her head back and forth.
"He would never do it. He just would never do it. He never gets excited any more. It's like he just doesn't want to get excited about anything any more."
Alica turned on her stomach. She touched the side of Bonnie's hip. Gently she moved her hand back and forth, then slid it down her leg. She moved her head and lightly touched her lips to the side of Bonnie's thigh.
"Would you like to be free like this all the time? Would you like to have as much sex as you want? Would you like to lay there doing it with a total stranger and have your husband lying there not caring how excited you got or how much you wanted ? "
Bonnie turned her head. Walter was still lying on the bed. His eyes were closed and it appeared he was paying no attention to anything that was going on about him-he was just lying there completely relaxed.
Bonnie moved her hands anxiously over her arms. She got up and strolled across the room. She dropped into the seat in front of the mirror and stared at herself. Then she looked behind her, over her shoulder and turned about.
"I was always so restricted. All my life I felt restricted. Even when I got married I wanted so much. Robert was good in the beginning but now that he's that he's gone the way he has, I'm nearly out of my mind. This is the first time in a year I felt relaxed."
Alica got up and walked to her. She placed her hand on the woman's shoulder. She looked into Bonnie's eyes, then affectionately leaned and touched her lips to the side of her face.
"We could all be relaxed. We can watch the others make love and get all excited. Then we can make love. When the men are tired you and I can lie there doing what we want. No one will bother us. Your husband will be right there."
Bonnie looked down at Alica's legs. She stared at the thick blonde mound and again shook her head.
"I like it so much with you. You know how to touch and caress me. It is so much different from a man," she said as she reached her hand up lightly and held it just inches from Alica's mound.
Alica trembled when she saw the hand. She moved her legs apart and held herself there. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on Bonnie's shoulders. Bonnie touched her again and slid the side of her hand along the cleavage. She explored gently and soon Alica was trembling all over.
"I feel so free," Alica said softly.
Bonnie looked across the room. Walter was still staying there. He was still lying there with his eyes closed, caring little about what the women were doing. Bonnie looked between Alica's legs and pushed her finger up. She watched it disappear into the tight channel. She pulled it out and watched it appear again, then looked up.
"I wonder what he'd say if he saw me masturbating you?" she asked as her finger stabbed gently up and down.
Alica's hands moved lovingly on Bonnie's shoulders. The muscles in her throat constricted.
"He'd probably get hotter than hell. Then he'd probably make love to me and want you to watch."
Bonnie lowered her hand. Slowly she turned her back to Alica's body and looked at the door. She closed her eyes thoughtfully and slapped her hands lightly on her knees.
"If he were like that I could have Eddy again. I could have anybody I ever wanted. I wouldn't have to lie about anything. All I would have to do was tell the truth."
Bonnie opened her eyes. She looked at one of her breasts and lightly placed her hand over it. She closed her eyes again and moaned.
"I'd love to make it up to Eddy. I wanted so much to be good to him that time but I was so afraid." she said softly.
Alica didn't know who Eddy was and cared less. She dropped behind Bonnie and again she placed her hands on the woman's shoulders. She had gotten the drift of Bonnie's conversation and could almost figure what had happened between her and that stranger, Eddy. She knew the way Bonnie had been tied up and it was not hard to figure that that was the reason she had failed with Eddy.
"Did you love him?" Alica asked as she touched her lips to the side of Bonnie's throat.
"I never wanted anyone so much," Bonnie said as she turned and looked at Alica.
Alica lightly touched Bonnie's hair. Again she leaned and touched her lips to the woman's ear, soothing her. She moved her hand lightly down the front of Bonnie's body and touched her soft breast. She curled her fingers under the breast and lifted it. Then she closed her fingers about the globe and held it warmly.
"You could have him if you wanted. You could make love to him right in front of your husband. You could do anything you wanted. You would be absolutely free," she said.
Bonnie looked down at the hand on her breast, then looked over her shoulder. Walter was still lying there with his eyes closed. His penis was lying limply across his belly. He looked so relaxed and comfortable. Bonnie smiled slightly.
Bonnie then turned her head and looked down again. She placed her hand over Alica's and held it. She moved it against her breast and closed her eyes as her nipple started swelling against Alica's hand.
Bonnie closed her eyes tight. Her hips started rolling against the vanity chair.
"I wonder what he would do if-" she asked.
"If what?" Alica asked, wanting the subject in the open.
Bonnie turned again, facing Alica. She touched her face and stared at her lovely blue eyes. She looked down at Alica's mouth, then glanced at the thick mound between her legs.
"He would like you. I'm positive if he would have met you before what happened, he would have liked you."
"I could make him like me. I know I can make him like me," Alica said.
Bonnie looked at Alica's mound. Alica teased her and opened her legs. Bonnie stared and moved her tongue slowly over her lips. Her eyes became misty and distant.
"I could never go back to the ordinary now. I just could never go back to the ordinary," she said as she slipped her hand slowly down the soft folds of Alica's belly and touched the thick mound.
Alica felt the fingers and also the twinge of victory. She felt the soft hand caressing her and knew Bonnie had already consented. She felt the lips of her body being pried apart and knew the woman was hooked. There was no way that Bonnie could ever go back to the ordinary. There was no way her husband could escape falling into the same pit when he got home later on that afternoon.
When she realized this, Alica slipped her arms affectionately about Bonnie's back. She pulled her closer and hugged her tight.
"I'll make nice love with him. I'll get him all worked up. Then he can come in and he is committed. He won't be able to back out of anything. He was caught doing it. He won't have a leg to stand on when you appear," she said as she touched her lips to the side of Bonnie's neck-Bonnie's breath hissed through her teeth. Goose flesh formed on her shoulders. She drew back slightly and threw her head back. She closed her eyes and a small contented smile fell across her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a moment, then turned and looked across the room at the bed. Walter was still lying there. "I wished that were my husband lying over there. I wished he were lying there and I was already free," she said thoughtfully.
"You'll be free later today. I promise you'll be completely free," she said.
CHAPTER SIX
Alica paced in front of the window. The curtain was open and she looked outside. Across the street the lights were on in the houses. The cars were parked in the driveways. Most of the husbands were home from work and settled down to the best of evenings at home.
Alica turned and looked into the kitchen. The window was open there and the curtain was drawn aside. From where she was standing she could see Robert in the front room of his place. He was seated in a large chair. Before him, half in his lap and half in the air, was the evening paper.
Behind him, in the kitchen in her house, Bonnie was standing at the stove. She was mixing something even though Alica could not see the stove from where she was standing. Alica could tell from the wiggling of Bonnie's arm what she was doing.
Bonnie was dressed in a summer frock. It was tied about her waist. Her bosom was pressed against the soft cotton and her lovely hair was gleaming under the soft light above her head.
Alica stared at the woman's neck and murmured softly. She could hardly wait until she was free. She could hardly wait until she was free enough to go where she wanted and do what she wanted to do. This waiting around for things to happen was a pain in the butt. It only made her nervous as hell.
Alica looked at the clock. It was nearly seven-thirty. She had promised she would wait until Robert had eaten. The plan was for Bonnie to leave the house on an errand. Then Alica was to go over there and seduce him. Bonnie was to wait for about half an hour after she left the house and return to find them in the act.
Alica turned from the window. She stepped across the front room. She pushed open the door and Walter was still draped across the bed. He had not gotten up from that afternoon. He had dozed off after that first bout with Bonnie and had been sleeping for nearly five hours.
Affectionately Alica smiled as she looked at him. She glanced at his wilted penis and felt warm. He was so good to her. He was as liberal as she and from the very beginning they understood each other. They had met a few years back and on the first date she had let him have her. A few nights later they went to a party. Things got involved and before they knew it, they were in bed with another couple, playing all sorts of lovely games.
Walter had gotten so excited that night. He had watched her make love to another woman and was thrilled. He was like a little tiger when he took her right after that. It seemed he could not get enough of her. He just went absolutely-crazy for it.
Alica was satisfied completely that night. When he was through she was as limp as a dish rag. She lay there and he was curled up on her body, his head resting against her chest. His hand was cupped over one of her breasts. He was breathing softly and he turned to her.
"I love you," he whispered that first night, in that instant when he looked up at her.
Alica touched his face then. She smiled and leaned to kiss his lips.
"Did you get excited, honey?" she asked as she moved her hand affectionately to the back of his neck and curled her fingers into his hair.
Walter turned his head. Laurie, the young little brunette, was lying next to them on her side. From where he was lying he could see her plump buttocks. He touched her gently and slipped his hand over her soft buttocks, then turned and touched his lips to Alica's face.
"I did get excited. When you were doing it to her I went nuts," he said as he managed a small smile.
Alica thrilled and slipped her hands along his back. She pulled him closer and flattened her breasts under his chest. She touched her lips again to the nape of his neck and closed her eyes.
"I wanted a man like you for so long. I wanted a man who understood me. I wanted a man who understood what I needed and wanted what I wanted," she said as she felt a wave of genuine warmth flood through her body and slowly untangle the nervousness which had crept into her stomach for some reason.
Alica cradled his head against her shoulder. As she held him her hand moved across the bed. She touched the soft woman's hip nearby and gently pulled her closer. She touched her soft stomach and moved her fingers along the folds. Then she crept her hand between Laurie's warm legs and touched the soft dark moss.
Walter rested against her shoulder for a moment then turned his head. When he saw what her hand was doing to the woman next to her, he reached out. Gently he touched his hand over Alica's and pressed it against the soft moss between Laurie's legs.
Immediately Alica started crying. She had never met a man like him. When she felt his hand against hers and the condonation he was giving her she just came apart. Small tears started running out of her eyes and down her cheeks Her lips started trembling.
"Oh, I love you. I love you," she breathed as she removed her hand from under his, placed it on his soft buttocks and held him against her.
Walter turned his head again. Laurie was lying on the bed next to them. Her head was resting on the thick pillow. Her long dark hair was splashing over the pillow case. Her eyes were open and she was looking at them. She smiled at Walter and he reached out. He placed his hand on her soft breast, then slipped it down her belly.
Alica pushed him slightly. Walter move way from her and stepped over Laurie's tiny body. He dropped between Laurie and her husband. He slipped one arm under Laurie's small head and pulled her close. Then he reached down and hooked his hand under her knee. He drew her soft leg between his and turned on his side.
When she saw what he was doing Alica reached for the woman's knee. She drew Laurie's other leg between hers and turned on her side. She rested her head against Laurie's shoulder and reached down.
Together they worked their fingers between Laurie's legs. First one of them would explore the lovely woman for a moment then pull their hand away. The other would then go after gently. Before long Laurie was twisting and turning between them. Her hips were working up and down against the fingers. Alica and Walter touched her everywhere and soon the woman's face was gaunt with need.
Alica moved her hand away from Laurie's body. She touched Walter's swollen penis. She pulled it gently and moved him. She pulled him toward Laurie's outstretched legs and guided his penis against her entrance. Then she felt him enter and slid her hand away. She touched her hand affectionately to his buttocks and pushed.
When he was completely inside her, Alica reached for his shoulders. She pulled him away from Laurie's chest and he draped across her body. She reached up and while he was still inside the other woman, Alica curled her fingers into his hair.
"Does it feel good, honey ? " she asked.
Walter plunged his mouth angrily against Alica's. He worked his lips against her mouth and surged his tongue passionately inside. He whimpered softly and his hips worked against Laurie's writhing body. Then he left this world and worked his arms hungrily about Alica's body. He pulled her against him and plunged his face against her neck.
"I love you," he said as he started working his hips wildly against Laurie's wiggling body.
"Don't ever change don't ever change," Alica said as she moved her hand again to his buttocks and held it there while he worked against the other woman.
Alica stood at the bedroom door and looked at him again. He was still asleep, the little angel. He was asleep and resting.
Feeling warm again, Alica closed the bedroom door behind her. She stood there for a moment smiling to herself, then turned. She wandered down the hall and entered the bathroom.
For a few minutes Alica whiled about. She sprayed herself and her loins with perfume. Then she lifted her dress and looked at her mound. She was still moist. She had been expecting to make love for nearly two hours and the idea of it had stirred her. For nearly two hours she had been walking on pins and needles. If she succeeded tonight with Robert everything would be perfect. The wedge would be planted. It would only be a matter of time before she was in control of everything around the area.
Alica lowered the hem of her skirt. She walked across the living room and looked out the window. Across the street, she could see the large front window in one house. A young girl, no more than sixteen, was standing near the wall in her house, looking into the mirror. Her back was to the window but Alica could easily make out that she was attractive.
As she stood there a car pulled up in front of the house across the street. The girl turned from the mirror she was looking at and walked to the window. She leaned over and when she saw the car she spun about. A woman was in the kitchen and stepped out of sight from the window there. She entered the front room and stood a few feet away from the girl talking. The girl then stepped forward and wrapped her arms about her mother's back. She hugged her dearly and turned.
In the next instant the front door opened. The girl, dressed in a short miniskirt passed between the door and the light behind her. Alica caught a good glimpse of her legs and her long dark hair. She watched the girl jump off the porch and run to the car. The girl got into the car and the young boy behind the wheel started away from the curb.
Alica watched the tiny lights on the back of the car until they disappeared. Then she turned and looked at the kitchen window again. Across the alley she could see that Bonnie and her husband were seated at the table.
Trembling with anticipation again, Alica looked across the street once more. She looked at the lovely brunette standing at the kitchen window in the house where the girl had been seen, then felt the tingles of excitement again.
"What a neighborhood this will be," she thought as she looked hungrily at the brunette for a moment, then turned and stepped back from her own window and walked to the kitchen.
Still thinking about the good neighborhood, Alica lowered herself to a chair in the darkened kitchen. She tapped her fingers anxiously on the table and peered out the window. Robert was still sitting at the table across the way and when she looked at him, Alica ran her hands anxiously over her arms. She was beginning to feel like a girl on her first date. Her entire body was trembling with eagerness.
Alica turned and looked at the clock. She gave out with a sigh of relief. It was eight o'clock on the nose. If Bonnie was going to do anything at all she would have to do it now.
Alica looked at the window. Across the way, Bonnie reached up and wiped her mouth with her napkin. She got up and stepped to her husband's chair. She leaned and kissed him on the forehead then turned and walked out of the room toward the front door.
Alica heard a car door slam. Outside the window she heard the car start up. In a second or two there was a flash of lights and the car started backing out of the drive.
Alica got up. She walked to the window, When the car Bonnie was driving turned away from the house and started down the street, Alica took a deep breath and slumped against the sink. She settled her nerves, then turned and looked out the window. She stared at Robert for a moment and a large smile came to her lips.
"Let's see if you really hold back as much as you pretend," she said as she stepped to the back door and opened it.
Alica walked along the back of the houses. She reached the back door of the house next door and tapped lightly. She stepped back. A huge shadow appeared behind the door. The door opened. Robert was standing there looking out at her.
Shyly Alica wrung her hands and looked back at her house.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I was doing my wash and the darn machine suddenly caught fire. I was worried because my husband isn't home. I was hoping maybe you could help me. I'm so afraid something might catch fire in there," she said, making her face show the deep concern that she was feeling.
Robert turned about. He looked at the table and shrugged. He slapped his hands on his legs and stepped out of the house.
"Is it in your basement? he asked.
Alica nodded eagerly.
Robert smirked disappointedly as though bored and closed the door. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and stood there. Alica turned and started across the yard. She opened the door and flipped on the light in the basement.
"I just can't figure what happened," she said as she started down the stairs.
Robert paused at the top of the stairs. He leaned and looked into the kitchen. Again he shrugged and then walked down the flight of wooden steps behind her. He entered the basement and stopped at the base of the stairs.
Robert looked at the washer and there was no smoke. He sniffed hard, then looked at Alica.
"I don't smell anything," he said.
Alica stepped toward him. She reached up and attempted to place her hands on his face. He drew back slightly but she pursued and touched his cheeks. She looked into his eyes, then smiled.
Without a word Alica leaned forward. She tilted her head slightly and touched her lips to his mouth. She churned them slightly and stepped closer. She slipped her hands away from his neck and touched his back. She pulled him against her and parted her legs. She drove her soft belly against his stomach.
"I couldn't get you out of my mind. I never wanted anyone so much," she said as she pulled her lips from his mouth and slid them across his cheek, leaving a moist path to his ear.
For a moment Robert weakened. His arms flew about her back. He pressed her desperately and rubbed his cheek against hers. He held his eyes closed and whimpered softly.
"I haven't held a woman in so long," he said softly as he pressed his hardness against her belly.
Alica moved her hands anxiously over his back. When she felt his hardness against her stomach her hopes were raised. She stepped closer and parted her legs. She raised to her toes and pressed herself forward. His penis pressed between her legs and shoved her dress back. It jabbed against her heated mound and sent a thrill rushing through her. Again her mound started swirling and soon she was turned to water. She could feel the moistness collecting everywhere.
Alica hugged against him and shook her head, disbelieving him.
"Why haven't you touched a woman?" she asked softly.
Robert's hands slipped from her back. He dropped them limply to his sides. He stared for a moment then turned about. He looked down at the floor for an instant, then slammed his hand angrily against the pole holding up the railing on the stairs.
"Shit!" he cried out as he staggered from the pole and leaned against the damp cellar wall.
Robert stood there. His face was limp. His eyes were cloudy and slightly moist. As he stood there one tear collected in his eye and started tumbling down his cheek. He blinked and self-consciously reached up. He wiped the tear from his cheek and turned his face to the wall.
"Dammit all," he said.
Alica saw his weakness and smiled. She reached down and pulled her dress above her head. She tossed it to the bench against the wall and undid her bra. She stepped across the room and could feel the wetness between her legs. She could feel the trembling muscles on her thighs.
Alica stepped to his back. She leaned her head against his shoulder. She touched her hands to his hips and moved them forward. They reached the center of his body on the other side and she touched the tab on his fly. Gently she opened the tab and pulled his zipper down. Trembling she slid her hand inside his shorts.
Alica thrilled when she touched him. He was hard when she thought for sure he would be soft. She touched the hard column and could feel the tension.
"I wanted to touch you. I wanted so much to touch you," she said as she pressed the full length of her hand over his penis and held it there.
Robert groaned and turned about. He slammed back against the wall and looked at her breasts.
"I just can't do it with my wife any more. Every time I try to do it I can see she's disappointed with me."
Alica pulled his penis out and looked down. The blood drained from her cheeks as she stared at him.
"I wouldn't be disappointed if you'd put all that in me," she said as she touched the underside of him gently.
Robert's penis swelled again. It surged and arched straight up. She could see it swelling and soon it was so eager looking.
Alica stared and her throat constricted.
"What time do you have?" she asked.
Robert looked aghast for a moment, but looked down.
"It's almost eight. About two minutes of."
"That's all I wanted to know," Alica said a! she dropped to her knees.
Alica stared for a moment then curled her fingers about him. She held him steady then leaned. She parted her lips and slowly moved her head forward until her mouth touched her hands. She held him inside her mouth and suddenly his fingers stabbed through her hair. He parted his legs and drew his hips slowly back. He trembled and forward he came, driving himself against the moist hollow.
For a long moment he worked back and forth. His eyes became pure glass again. His throat tightened. He looked down and watched her cheeks pucker, then parted his legs. He grabbed her hand and placed it under his testicles.
Alica touched him. Gently she rolled him back and forth. Then she released him and moved her hand to his buttocks. She slid her fingers into the cleavage and touched him there. She pulled her mouth quickly away and dropped back as her fingers toyed along his buttocks.
Robert was leaning to one side against the wall. His head was bowed forward. He was standing there with his eyes closed.
"She's all upset because I can't have children," he said.
Alica dropped to the damp floor. She pulled her knees back and lay there staring up.
"I wouldn't be," she said.
Robert appeared to go limp all over. He just dropped to his knees and stared at her. He looked at the moist center of her body, then slowly he fell forward, uttering a small moan. He touched the head of his penis against her mound and looked up.
Alica smiled and reached down. She moved his penis slightly and wiggled it against the moist wall. She set it there.
"Come into me. Come straight into me. Put everything you've got inside me. Fill every part of me with it," she said as she touched his hips and insistently pulled him forward.
Robert closed his eyes again. He smiled and pushed forward. Alica looked down and the huge thing disappeared slowly. Then she closed her eyes and felt it snugly working against her body, burrowing into the depths, stretching her, filling her completely.
Alica shivered and her hands rushed to his buttocks. She pulled him tighter and her hips jerked. She held him against her and rotated her hips against him.
"It feels so tight and good," she said as she pulled him against her chest and forgot about everything but the snug fit of his body inside hers.
Robert pulled back. He looked between their legs. He drew back and watched his meaty penis appear then stabbed it slowly into her body again. He closed his eyes as it disappeared and leaned forward desperately.
"I haven't had any like this in so long. I haven't been warmed like this in so long," he said as he worked his hands under her body and pulled her up against him and started slamming with hard clean strokes that soon had Alica trembling from head to toe.
Alica never enjoyed anything quite so much he parted her legs wide and held herself up. Each of his strokes was so powerful and urgent. He was reaching deeper, deeper, taking her closer, closer to that vaginal climax always enjoyed so much.
Trembling she squeezed his buttocks. She pulled him hard against her and worked her hips up. She held him against her and rotated her hips back and forth. Then she lowered herself to the floor and rushed against him again, repeating what she had just done.
"Does it feel as good for you?" she asked.
Robert became more desperate. He worked his hands under her shoulders. He pulled himself against her and wiggled his hips.
"I've got so much stored up in me I'm almost afraid to come," he said against her ear.
Just then the door opened on the landing upstairs. Footsteps were heard on the stairs. Robert looked up and when he saw his wife standing there his eyes became as large as wheels.
Robert rose to his extended arms. He looked back at his legs, then up at his wife. He looked away then and bowed his head.
Slowly Robert wilted inside Alica's body. His penis slipped out and he groaned. He pulled away and rested on his haunches, staring with an awestruck expression on his face.
Bonnie looked at Alica and stepped forward. She stopped in front of her husband and looked down.
"Why didn't you do that to me? Why did you have to find someone else?"
Robert turned his head away and shrugged.
He took a deep defeated breath, letting it hiss through his teeth.
"Don't start a scene. It was my fault. I just couldn't get with it with you. I just couldn't after I learned about the mess I have inside me," he said.
Bonnie dropped to her knees beside him. She touched the side of his face and turned him.
"Why couldn't you do it with me?"
Robert turned and slammed his fist against the wall.
"I just couldn't I just couldn't. Every time I was ready I thought about you wanting kids. I went as limp as a dish rag."
Bonnie grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. He fell to his butt and sat there looking up.
"I didn't want just kids. I wanted you," Bonnie said as she pushed him to his back.
Robert looked at Bonnie and Alica. His face was gaunt with confusion. He stared at one, then the other. Then he stared intently at Bonnie and jerked her down to him. He plunged his fingers into her hair and pulled her face forward. He kissed her blisteringly and jammed one hand between her legs. As he did, his penis started rising and soon it towered over his belly.
Bonnie reached back. When her fingers touched him the kiss snapped. She hissed her breath and plunged her face against his shoulder.
"It's so good to feel you hard again. I don't care how it had to happen," she said as she worked her lips up and down his neck.
Alica looked and leaned over. She wrapped her lips about his penis. Gently she moved her head up and down and her loud smacking kisses echoed through the room. Bonnie turned and watched her. She turned again and looked at her husband. Then she leaned over and touched her lips to his mouth. She kissed him hungrily and held him.
"Be free, honey, Just let yourself go. Just be free and let her do it to you," Bonnie said.
Without another sound Robert's hips started jerking. His legs and feet kicked about. He trembled and pulled his wife's mouth to his. He stabbed his tongue all the way inside, then snapped his mouth away.
"Bonnie, I'm coming. Tell her I'm coming!" he cried.
"I don't think she really cares," Bonnie said as she hugged herself against him and holding him tightly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alica was fit to be tied. She had watched Bonnie and Walter make love that afternoon but no one satisfied her. Then in the basement just an hour or so ago, she had to get worked up again with Robert to no avail.
Alica paced in the basement and turned. On the floor they were still lying. Bonnie had her head resting on Robert's shoulder. Her hands were pressed gently against his chest. Her eyes were closed. Her dress was slightly up her leg showing the soft flesh of her thighs.
Alica looked at the dimpled knees an moaned. Her breasts filled out passionately. Her nipples surged to renewed tension. Her stomach knotted hard and the tension collected over his loins, making her feel as though she had swallowed a load of soft lead.
Alica stood there for a moment. She knew Bonnie would reject her. She had the feeling the woman was still afraid of her husband and would not let herself go yet.
Alica looked at the woman's legs and felt the tingle again. She wondered for a moment how best to carry it off without any problems. She wondered what she could do to make it easier to get the satisfaction she wanted and make sure that Robert was more than pleased to watch.
Alica turned her back to them. She looked at the stairs for a moment. Then she started across the room and climbed the stairs. She walked into the kitchen and opened the small cupboard.
Alica reached for the pills again. She undid the cap, pouring two of them into her hands. She then turned and went to the refrigerator. She dropped the pills into the lemonade she had prepared earlier in the day, filled two glasses and walked downstairs.
Teetering the glasses in her hands, Alica walked to the couple on the floor. Robert was still lying there with his shirt up and his trousers about his ankles. His eyes were closed and he was deep in sleep. His mouth was open and his lips were parched.
"I brought something for you," Alica said as she lightly touched the frosted glass against Bonnie's arm.
Bonnie turned her head. Slowly she opened her eyes. When she saw the glass she turned her head and dropped it to Robert's chest.
"I'm not thirsty," she said softly as she rubbed her cheek affectionately against her husband's chest and closed her eyes again.
Alica touched the glass against Bonnie's arm again.
"Come and drink this. It will make you feel better," she said.
Bonnie opened her eyes again. She looked at her husband's penis. Lightly she placed her small hand over it and rubbed it lightly.
"I already feel better than I have in months," she said quietly.
Alica forgot about the liquid for a moment, and looked down. Bonnie was gently stroking the soft flesh of Robert's inner thighs. Her fingers moved to the large testicles and lightly stroked them. She reached under him and lightly moved her hand along the underside of his penis.
Alica waited for him to grow again. It ha been an hour and the anticipation was growing inside her. She stared at the tiny fingers on Bonnie's hand and could hardly wait for them to stroke him into erection.
Robert parted his legs. A low gurgling murmur rushed from his throat. But still, eve though he was making the sounds, nothing happened to his body that would give Alica any indication that she would get what she wanted. No matter how Bonnie touched him he remained limp bit of rope.
Alica stared and grew discouraged again. She looked down at the glasses and again she touched one of them to Bonnie's arm.
"Take a drink," she said.
Bonnie looked up briefly, then turned her head. She pulled up her husband's shirt and kissed his chest. She settled against him again and closed her eyes. She shook her head slightly.
"I'm not thirsty," she said as her fingers ved again on his thighs and she stroked him gently.
Alica turned and walked around them. She dropped beside Robert and lightly touched his arm with the glass. Robert murmured and turned his head. He looked at the glass and shook his head slightly.
Exasperated, Alica dropped to her haunches. She held the glasses in her hands for a moment then turned and placed them against the wall. She turned about and walked around them again. She looked at Robert's limp penis, then turned and looked at Bonnie's legs. She stared at the dimpled knees then lightly she placed her hand on one of the soft calves.
Alica moved her hands slowly up. She was behind Bonnie and her hand moved along the soft flesh of Bonnie's thighs. She reached under the soft cotton dress and lightly touched Bonnie's panties.
Bonnie was still lying on her husband. Then she turned and looked at Alica. She reached down and firmly she pulled Alica's hand away. She shook her head and turned to her husband.
Alica crawled around them again. She dropped to her knees between Robert's legs and leaned forward. Lightly she touched her lips to the soft flesh of his thighs. She moved her mouth back and forth and started anxiously waiting for him to do something.
Robert moved his head back and forth but nothing happened. Again he let out a soft murmur but his body never moved. He just lay there as limp as ever, breathing deeply and caring little about what was happening to him--.
Alica raised her head from his legs. She looked at the glasses again. She knew that one swallow with the two of them and they would be ready again. She knew that one swallow of the liquid and they would not be able to turn them selves off no matter what they did. The medicine she had placed in the liquid was effective as hell.
Alica tapped her fingers on her shoulder. She wanted to find out some way of getting them to take it. If they would take the damn stuff her problems would be solved for good.
Again Alica reached for the glass. She touched Bonnie's shoulder with it and the girl sat up. Bonnie looked at her for a moment then shrugged. She reached out and took the glass in her hand. She stared at it for a moment, then took a giant swallow.
Bonnie started to place the glass on the floor Alica touched the woman's hand and stopped her. She leaned to Bonnie's ear.
"It will get him hotter than hell," she whispered.
Bonnie turned and looked at the glass. Her face went limp. She raised her eyes and looked at Alica for a moment, then touched her chin lightly in thought.
Bonnie looked down at the glass again the back at Alica.
"I had some of this, this morning, didn't I? she said.
Alica was trapped and nodded in agreement. he wondered what the woman's reaction would be and nearly died when Bonnie's eyes twinkled and she started to smile.
"You should have told me about it before," Bonnie said as she turned and curled her fingers under her husband's head.
Bonnie lifted Robert's head. She placed the glass against his lips. Robert opened his lips and lowly he started swallowing. The sounds of his wallows echoed through the room and made Alica feel more comfortable than she had felt within he past few hours. She watched him down the Liquid and her heart started to race.
Alica dropped beside Bonnie again. While she waited for Robert to come alive once more she Touched Bonnie's knee. She moved her hand slowly up the woman's legs and touched the softness of her panties.
Again Bonnie murmured and touched Alica's land. She pushed it away and wiggled out of her grasp. She turned and her face was hard with a startled expression. She shook her head at Alica and turned to look at her husband. "Please don't," she said.
Alica turned and looked at Robert's legs. The rejection that Bonnie had given her suddenly made no difference at all. Robert was aroused again. His penis was swollen to giant proportions.
Hurriedly Alica moved. She lifted one leg over his body and reached down. She grabbed all of his heat and placed it against her entrance. She then settled slowly and his penis surged into her body.
Robert arched slightly. His arms flew about his wife's back. He squeezed Bonnie against his body and kissed the nape of her neck as his hips started moving up and down, plunging his penis into Alica's hips and Alica reached up. She pressed her hand against the soft dress an pressed her fingers against the cleavage between Bonnie's buttocks. Bonnie seemed not as concerned now. She was in such a position that her husband could not see the hand anyway.
Still sitting on his heat, Alica pulled Bonnie's dress up. She curled her fingers into the silk panties and pushed them down slightly. She stared at the heated center of Bonnie's body and lightly she touched her hand to the soft moist curls.
Bonnie murmured. She placed her face against Robert's shoulder.
"I love you so much, Bob. I don't care what you do. I love you so much I just don't care what you do," Bonnie said as she peppered his neck with kisses.
Alica touched her again her fingers moved against the soft cleavage. She touched the hardened nipple of passion, then touched between Bonnie's anus. She held her finger there and soon one of Bonnie's hands moved back and touched her own buttocks. She was telling Alica what she wanted. She was telling her.
Alica started to tremble. The idea of it no thrilled her. She looked at Bonnie's buttocks a plunged her finger. Bonnie instantly squeal and kissed her husband harder. Her hips started jerking back and forth.
"Oh, Bob, I love you," she cried.
Bonnie was wiggling about like a worm. Alica rested on his body and never moved Robert was lying there wiggling his hips just slightly as though he didn't want to finish again. The heat from his body was inflaming Alica. She looked at he soft buttocks near her and her heart started to race.
Alica saw her chance now. Bonnie was so excited she would not do anything anyway to prevent it. Robert was so keyed up he would not care in the least what happened.
Hating what she had to do, Alica raised her lips slowly. She came off of his penis. When she was free, she shoved Bonnie with all her might. The woman toppled to her side with a thud and ay there. Alica then jumped about and shoved Bonnie's panties down her legs. Before Bonnie lad a chance to start fighting, Alica plunged her ace between the woman's legs and found the moist center.
Bonnie jerked to one side and snapped her lips away. She tried to roll away. Alica grabbed her and pulled her back again. She fought the bucking and banging legs and again worked her lead between them. This time she gripped the woman's body with all her might and plunged her face again. She kissed her rapidly.
Bonnie was still kicking. Her head snapped back and forth. Her face was limp and gaunt. She strained once as the tongue found her and turned her head. She looked at her husband and he was kneeling there. She stared at him for a moment. She couldn't do anything else. She placed her hands on the back of Alica's head and pressed her against her moistness.
Bonnie's legs went slack. She parted them slightly. She rolled her hips gently against Alica's mouth and murmured.
Alica was settling down to her task when suddenly two powerful hands slapped against her shoulders. Roughly she was brought up and she knelt there staring at Robert. Robert's face was a mask of either passion or anger. He stared at her and Alica grew afraid for an instant. Then Robert shoved her out of the way. He dropped forward and before she could do anything, he plunged his penis in one hard stroke into Bonnie's body. He wiggled between her legs and placed one hand on her buttocks. He pulled her against him and stabbed deep and hard.
Bonnie hugged against him and smiled.
"You don't mind that?" she asked.
Robert wrapped his arms eagerly about her body. He hugged against her and plunged his face to her shoulder.
"I got me two women now. I've got me two hot women I can satisfy. I thought I wasn't a man. I guess that proves otherwise, doesn't it?"
Bonnie parted her legs wide.
"Go baby. Just keep hammering me like you used to. Just keep hammering me," she cried.
Alica watched and Robert moved to his elbows. He hovered over her body and plunged in long slowly moving strokes. Bonnie drew her legs back and her face was bright red. She lay there panting heavily as she opened herself to receive all his power.
Alica watched and the excitement inside her mounted. She looked at them and suddenly knew that tonight there would be no pulling them apart. Trembling again, she turned about. She ran across the basement and climbed the stairs. She reached the top stair and entered the living room.
Still shivering, she stopped completely naked by the front window. She looked across the street at the small houses and smiled though she was completely unnerved.
"I wish I had that little girl right now," she said as she looked at the house where the young girl had come out of.
Just then the door behind her opened. Alica turned and her husband entered the room. He stood there completely naked and his face was wrinkled with sleep.
Alica walked to him and cupped her hands on his face. She leaned and lightly touched his mouth with her lips.
"I need it so bad. I'm so hot, baby. I'm so lot," she said.
"I'm all rested up for you. I thought you'd be needing me."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was several nights after Alica had moved into the neighborhood. Joey Sanders was in his room. It was nearly seven-thirty. He had a date with Peggy Handa at eight.
Joey stood in front of the mirror combing his dark shiny hair. He stood there almost robotically and remembered back. A few nights ago he had taken her to the drive-in. It was the first time in his life he had ever so much as touched a girl. He was seventeen now and that night, just a few nights ago, was the first time he had ever even touched a girl.
Joey's face went limp. His eyes went out of focus. He stood there and the comb which had been in his hair lowered to the vanity. He released it and stood against the vanity staring blankly.
They were in the drive-in. Peggy was sitting on the other side of the car. In her hands she was holding the pop he had just gotten for her. She was sitting there staring down and she looked so young and clean. Joey stared at her face and felt the same tingle of warmth that he always felt when he was with her.
She was the only girl who ever paid the least bit of attention to him. It seemed with the rest of the girls in the neighborhood he could never get to first base. Every time he talked with one of them he was stumbling over himself. Every time he tried to get one of them to go out with him he was falling all over himself, making a fool out of himself.
But that night was different and so was Peggy. It seemed that she was just as lonely as he was. It seemed that when they were around each other the both of them felt better about things.
Joey sat there that night with his hands draped over the steering wheel. He looked at Peggy and smiled. If his mother knew he was out with a girl that evening she would flip. She would start downing the girl no matter what happened. She would start that petty possessiveness she loved to start each time he showed interest in anyone.
Joey looked at Peggy. He would never tell his mother about her. He would never say a word. The idea of hearing anything wrong about Peggy from his mother's lips would infuriate him. He knew he would never be able to hold back his temper.
Joey looked down at Peggy's small hands. They were draped around the paper carton filled with pop. The fingers were moving so slightly. He could look at her and sense the life nearby. He could look at those hands and sense that she was alive and near him.
Peggy looked up when she felt his eyes on her. She stared at his face and her dark eyes twinkled. She bowed her head slightly then she turned and took a deep breath.
"I feel so good here. I just feel so good. It seems I can relax so well around you. I never can relax, it seems, with other people but with you I can," she said as she opened the glove compartment and placed the cup of coke on the lid.
Joey started shaking--. He wanted to move closer but he was afraid. He felt that if he moved toward her she might become afraid and want to go home. He knew if he made the wrong move she would leave and he would never see her again.
Joey turned and looked at the screen. For the last hour they had been sitting there but he still didn't know what was playing. He had paid no attention whatever to the screen. He was so worked up about her being there at the moment that he could hardly think of anything else.
He had asked her out a few days ago. She had completely floored him when she came right out and mentioned that she wanted him to date her. She had come right out and said that she had waited so long for him to ask. She had come right out then and said that she had liked him for almost a year.
Joey looked at her and it was so strange. He knew what she had said but the idea of anyone liking him was so different that he could not comprehend it. The notion that someone cared about him was too foreign to him to ever make any sense at all.
Joey looked at the screen. Now his palms itched. He kept remembering the sight of her hands on the cup. He kept remembering the sight of her fingers and wanted so much to touch her hand.
Joey turned his head and she was looking at him. Her eyes were wide as though she were really taking some interest. Her tiny mouth was spread slightly as though she were smiling contentedly.
Joey turned his head again and shrugged. He dropped his hands from the wheel and settled back. He dropped his head to the back of the seat and stared at the headliner above him.
"I just can't believe this. I just can't believe this at all. I wanted to date you so often and never did ask," he said softly.
Peggy turned on the seat. She drew one leg up and turned again. She leaned toward him and placed one of her arms on the back of the seat.
"Why didn't you ask me? I would have gone out with you a year ago. I would have gone out with you any time you wanted to," she said as she stared at the large protrusion of his Adam's apple and the somewhat unattractiveness of his face.
Joey turned and looked at her, then turned away. He looked out the window and shrugged.
"I never have been much with women. It seems I just get lost. I start talking about something and before I know it everything gets scrambled up. I don't know what or why but that's the way it is," he said.
Peggy looked down. His hand was just inches away from her knee. She looked at the long fingers and reached out. Gently she lifted them into her hand and squeezed them.
Joey felt the warmth and turned. He looked down at her hand and again he couldn't believe it. The warmth was rushing into his body. He could feel it pouring into his body completely. He could feel his stomach starting to unknot. He could feel the emptiness starting to fill.
Joey went limp against the seat. He moved his hand and curled his fingers about hers. He squeezed her gently and then the passion ripped through him. He held her hand and pulled it against his face. He rubbed the back of it against his cheek and whimpered. He closed his eyes and turned his head. Lightly he touched his lips to the back of her hand and started murmuring like a small lost child.
Peggy noticed his face and moved forward. She climbed to her knees and turned about. She wedged herself against the steering wheel and dropped to his front. She wrapped her arms about him and pressed her tiny face against his shoulder.
Joey could hardly believe this either. He looked down and could see the long dark hair. He looked and could see the tiny upturned nose. He could see her soft cheeks and her lovely neck. She was actually resting against him. For the first time in his life a girl was pressed against him.
Joey moaned and felt uncomfortable. His penis surged against his shorts. He wiggled slightly and the knob rubbed against the coarse material. He moaned then and turned his head.
Peggy's legs were sprawled across the seat. Her skirt was above her knees. He could see the softness of her thighs and the tender sight of her dimpled knees.
Joey grew frightened again and started trembling. His hand hovered over her leg for a moment. He sat there wishing he had the guts to do what he wanted to do. He sat there wishing he had the guts to lay his hand upon her.
Joey closed his eyes. He let his hand drift slowly down. Before an instant passed he felt the softness of her leg on his fingers. He could feel that intense heat rushing into his body again. His penis swelled harder and pressed up again.
Peggy never moved as his hand touched her knee. She rested against him then turned her face. She kissed the hollow of his neck and wiggled closer. Her arms snaked about his back tighter as she squeezed him.
"I love you, Joey. I loved you from the first moment I saw you. I used to sit there and die when you walked by. I wished so often you would pay some attention to me. I wished so often you would pay the least amount of attention to me," she said as she kissed his neck again.
Joey trembled again. It was still too much to comprehend. He held her and his hand never moved on her leg. He rested the soft palm against her but he never moved it.
"I just don't know what to do with you. I just don't know," he said softly, his voice choked off in his throat.
Peggy drew her head back. She looked up and smiled. She then reached up and lightly touched the side of his face.
"Anything you did would have to be right," she said.
Joey looked at his hand and shivered against the thought. He wanted to move it but wondered if she really meant what he suspected she meant. He wanted to move his hand up her skirt. He wanted it between those soft legs. He wanted to touch her again and again. He wanted to feel a woman for the first time. He wanted to feel what she was like.
Joey turned and Peggy was looking at his hand also. When he looked at her face she turned her head and stared at him. Her face went limp and she lowered her eyes. She drew back slightly, then pulled away.
"I'm a fool. I don't know anything," she said as she moved across the seat and hovered against the window again.
"What do you mean?" Joey asked.
"I don't know what I mean. I feel one way and think another. I think one way and feel another. I just don't know what I mean at all," she said softly.
Joey moved closer and looked down at her knee. Boldly he placed his hand upon her leg. Peggy murmured and slowly turned her head. She looked at him with those large brown eyes and her legs moved.
"I've never even been touched, Joey. That's what's the matter with me. I have never been touched and and and I want you to touch me I want so much for you to touch me," she said, seeming to grow more and more confident as she confessed herself.
Joey's hand started perspiring. He held it against her soft knee and he started shivering again. He felt his throat constrict and he could hardly breathe. He looked down and her legs were parted. The whole road was open to him. For the first time the whole road was completely open to him and he didn't know what to do about it.
Peggy cupped the sides of his face and stared into his eyes.
"Touch it and I'll touch yours. We can do that if you promise not to force me. We can do that if you promise never to force me."
"You mean you wouldn't mind seeing mine?" he asked.
Peggy leaned and touched the side of his face with her lips.
"I want to see it. I've never seen anyone except my dad. I'd love to see it. I would love to see it," she said.
Trembling Joey drew back. He undid his trousers and shorts. He pried the cloth back and his huge penis popped into the air. He sat there thrilling as the cool air touched it. He was free and there was no longer a barrier. He was out in the open and she was happy looking at it. Joey looked up and when she was staring at him he raised his hips. He pushed his trousers and shorts down his legs. He worked them off and sat there completely naked from the waist down.
When he saw her face go limp with interest he felt bolder. He reached down and curled his fingers about his organ. He moved his hand back and forth, thrilling with the notion that he was doing something that intimate with her.
Peggy looked at his huge penis and turned her head. She started breathing deeply and slumped against the window. She touched the back of her neck self-consciously with her hand and rubbed the soft muscles. She sat there pensively for a moment, then undid the clasp on her skirt. She lifted up and pushed her skirt and panties down her legs.
Joey trembled again and his hand stopped. He stared at her naked legs and as she turned he looked at the thick triangle between them. He looked at the soft folds of her belly and her hips. He looked at the fleshy sight of her buttocks pressed under her weight and could almost imagine what they felt like.
Peggy turned to him then looked over her shoulder out the window.
"Let's leave our shirts on. No one can see us. The other cars are some distance away," she said.
Before he knew what was happening they were lying on the front seat. Her knees were up and her legs were parted. He was against the back of the seat and his hand was between her thighs. His middle finger was completely buried inside her moist channel and her tiny hand was wrapped about his penis, warming him like he had never been warmed before.
Joey pulled his finger slowly out of her vagina and plunged it again. Peggy murmured and her hips shot up.
"Wiggle your finger it feels good when you wiggle it," she said.
Joey plunged his finger deeper and wiggled it gently. Instantly her hand tightened on him and she moved it back along the column. She held him tight and worked her hand back and forth.
The excitement mounted inside his body. Joey felt his guts knot. He arched against her and the knob of his organ brushed against her leg. She released his organ and flattened her hand against it. She pressed it against her soft thigh.
Joey's finger worked madly. Peggy threw her head back. Her lips compressed tight about her teeth. Her eyes closed tight.
"I want to watch you come," Joey said as he leaned to her ear.
Frantically Peggy snapped both hands to his face. She cupped his eagerly and leaned up. She peppered his face with a thousand kisses then hugged herself against him.
"I love you! I love you!" she cried.
Joey pressed his finger as hard as he could into her body. His knuckles jammed against the moist moss. Then he snaked his thumb to her place of passion and rolled it almost bitterly.
Peggy started contorting and turned to her side. Desperately she snaked her arms about his back. She huddled against him and her hips jerked madly back and forth. She tried to keep her legs apart but could not. She tightened them about his hand and compressed.
Joey huddled with her. The intensity of his desire mounted. He shivered again and again, then felt panic. He was close. He was so close.
"Peggy, I can't hold it! It will go all over!" he cried.
Peggy stabbed her hand out. She grabbed her panties. She wedged them under his penis then curled them about him. She squeezed him gently and started moving her hand back and forth.
Joey slid his hand from between her legs. He worked his palm back and pressed against her buttocks. He pulled her desperately tight and shivered violently.
"Jack me off. Keep jacking me off!" he cried.
Peggy smiled and worked her hand furiously. Before another instant flew by Joey snapped back against the seat and arched. He drove his hips toward her and the entire world went black. He shivered, then the pounding need snapped violently out of his body and spurted against the silk. He gritted his teeth and held himself. His hands twisted hard in front of him. His face went gaunt and again he shivered. Then he felt the tension snap again and he was drained and limp. He dropped to the seat and let out one thunderous gasp of completion.
Joey stood in front of the mirror. He was again shaking. His penis was swollen hard against his trousers as he remembered what had happened. He recalled the way he had spoken to her when he was finishing and liked that. It seemed so naughty and nice to speak like that. He would love it when he could be absolutely truthful with her. He would love it when there was no barrier whatever between what he wanted and what she would do.
Joey leaned against the bureau. His penis touched the drawer. He felt the hardness and the tingle rushing through his body. He gritted his teeth again and moaned. He was as hard as rock.
The door opened. Joey panicked when he heard the soft footsteps behind him. He looked into the mirror and his mother, a dumpy little woman with a rounded face and ham-like arms waddled into the room.
Sylvia stood there and cocked her head to one side.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
Joey looked down at his front. He turned his mind away from any consideration of sex and tried to remember a horse. If he would remember the horse his penis would go limp. He often used that gimmick when he was in such a bind.
Joey squinted his eyes and tried to think but the presence of his mother behind was somehow good enough. He didn't need to imagine anything. In an instant he was as limp as a dish rag and could turn about.
"I'm going for a ride, that's all. I just want to go for a ride."
Sylvia walked to him. Lovingly she placed her hands on his face. She looked into his eyes and cocked her head to one side.
"You don't have a date, do you? You wouldn't be going behind your mommie's back, would you ? You wouldn't do that to your mommy, would you?"
Joey cringed and lowered his eyes. He pulled his head away from her hands and turned about. He placed his hands on the dresser and shook his head slightly.
"I don't have a date. I just want to get out of the house," he said.
Sylvia placed her hand on his shoulder. Gently she moved it back and forth. She stepped closer and ran her fingers along his neck.
"Why don't you like to stay with me any more. You never seem to want to stay home any more. Why don't you stay home any more with me?" she asked as her clammy fingers moved about his neck.
Joey cringed and turned about. He shivered, the goose flesh forming on his shoulders.
"I've got to go. I want to go," he said.
Sylvia touched the palm of her hand to his chest. She closed her eyes and leaned against him.
"You look just like your father did. You're just like he was. So manly and strong. That's why I don't want you to have some pig for a girl friend. I want you to have the best. I want to see you get the best," she said as she lightly moved her hand back and forth affectionately on his chest.
Joey looked down at her long pale white fingers and moaned. He felt the heat of her hand and stepped back. He drew away from her and turned toward the door.
Sylvia turned about and looked at him at the door.
"I love you so much, darling. It would kill me if you ever did something dirty with one of those pigs. It would kill me if you ever did anything dirty at all. You were so perfect when you were born. Everything about you was perfect. You were just like him. Just like him in every detail," she said.
Joey felt as though he were about to throw up. He turned about and staggered through the door. He stopped in the living room and shook his head.
Joey stood there for a moment, then stepped to the back door. He opened it and stepped into the yard. He looked down the street in back of the house and could see the corner of Peggy's place on the other side of the block. He looked and he could see the place where that new couple had just moved in a few days ago. Standing in his back yard, that house was only down the back alley a bit. He could almost see it from the garage where the family car was parked.
When he reached the alley, Joey stopped. He reached into his pocket and fumbled about. His fingers touched the small tin and he pulled it from his trousers. He opened the lid and stared at the pack of rubbers he had bought the day before.
Joey lowered the tin to his side and stared at Peggy's window.
"Brother, am I gonna do it to you tonight. I'm gonna have you beggin' for it," he said.
CHAPTER NINE
Joey felt his groin knot as he sat in front of Peggy's house. He looked through the front window and she was standing at the mirror. He watched her comb her fingers back through her hair, then she turned.
In that instant Peggy's mother entered the room. Peggy walked to the woman and again slipped her arms about her. She hugged her affectionately, then turned for the door.
Joey watched the door open and trembled again. He looked at her short skirt and his mouth watered. He could see her dimpled knees and the sight of them sent a nervous chill rushing through him.
Peggy walked briskly down the path to the car. Joey leaned across the seat and opened the door. Peggy hopped into the car and looked directly at him. She smiled pleasantly and slammed the door. Joey wasted no time and headed away from the curb. He drove down the street but instead of turning for the drive-in, he headed for the highway.
Peggy looked out the window. Before she greeted him at all she noticed the direction in which they were traveling.
"Aren't we going to the show?" she asked.
Anxiously Joey gripped the steering wheel. He swallowed hard and wiggled self-consciously in his seat.
"I thought maybe we could go for a ride by the ocean. I like to walk on the beach at night. It's so cool and nice," he said.
Peggy turned and looked down at her hands. She turned her hand over and lightly touched her palm. Then she looked at the third finger of her left hand and turned toward Joey again.
"I I I hope you remember what I said before, honey. I don't want to get into trouble. If anything ever happened my mother would die. She would never think I had done what I did with you the other night. She just would never think it at all."
Joey turned. He reached across the seat. He grabbed her hand and gently he pulled her across the seat. He draped his arm around her neck and tugged her gently against him. Peggy settled against his side and touched his chest with her palm. She closed her eyes and rested her face against him. Then she turned and looked up. She leaned up and lightly touched her lips to the underside of his chin. Joey then touched the back of her head again and settled her against him as she had been a few minutes before.
"I won't do anything to you. I promise I won't do a thing to you," he said as he wiggled about and the tiny tin in his pocket scraped lightly against his leg.
Joey wiggled back in his seat. He rested one hand atop the steering wheel. With his other he moved her soft buttocks. He touched the thick cleavage and affectionately moved his hand back and forth, feeling the feathery touch of her panties under her woolly skirt.
Peggy closed her eyes and relaxed against him. Gently her hand moved on his chest. She wiggled against him again and moved her fingers inside his shirt. She touched his rippled stomach and lightly toyed with the ripples. She moved her hand down gently and touched his navel.
"I usually do not like thinking about sex but with you it seems all right. I don't know why but even what we did the other night seemed all right. I went home and I felt so good because I satisfied you. I felt like I had done something for you. I felt that for a moment I was a part of you. A part of your life."
Joey moved his hand. Without saying a word, he pulled the back of her blouse out of her skirt. He touched her bare back and gently worked his fingers against the tight compress of her skirt. He wiggled his hand and his fingers slid under her skirt. He touched the upper ridge of her panties and shoved his hand hard. His hand slid inside her skirt and panties and he was touching her velvet soft buttocks.
"I love you," he said as his penis surged against his trousers.
Peggy reached to her side. She undid the button on her skirt. She pried the material on the zipper aside and breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure of his wrist lessened and she could breathe. She settled against him and wiggled. She moved herself up and his hand slipped between her soft buttocks.
Joey fought his mind. Several times before he reached the ocean he was ready to pull the car to the side of the road. His body was blisteringly hot. His pulse was hammering in his wrists. His stomach was tight and hard with tension. His penis was rock hard.
Finally he pulled the car to the side of the road. He turned and gently he pushed her back. He looked at her for a moment, then opened the door on his side and stepped out. He walked around the car and opened her door. He helped her out and together they walked down toward the ocean.
It was warm and quiet. There was no one else on the beach and it was dark and peaceful. They walked toward the ocean and Joey stopped.
"I bought some rubbers," he said to her.
Instantly Peggy looked up as though she were shot. She stared and her mouth fell open. She moved her head slightly from one side to the other.
"I told you before. I can't do that. I told you the last time and you promised. Why did you bring it up now? Why did you bring it up?" she asked as she took one step away from him.
Joey muttered under his breath. He cursed himself and stepped toward her. Trying to smooth things over he touched her hand. He pulled it into his and patted it gently.
"I would be safe. Nothing would happen. I know you want it and nothing would happen," he said as he tried to pull her closer to get his arms about her.
Peggy jerked her hand away. She turned about and stepped away from him. Violently she shook her head and gasped.
"I do want it. I want it with you. I love you. I told you that the other night. It wasn't so hard to see that I wanted you the other night but still I asked you never I asked you never and then you turn around and just like nothing happened and tell me you bought those things."
Joey stepped up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. He drew her back slightly and felt her stiffen. Then he reached down with one hand and quickly and efficiently he undid the button at the side of her skirt. Her skirt tumbled about her ankles and he moved his hand inside her panties. He pressed his palm against the soft folds of her belly and moved his hand back and forth, spreading his fingers toward her hips, then down toward the moist mound between her legs.
This time Peggy was fighting herself. She looked down and watched his fingers work beneath her panties. She watched them reach toward her mound and shook her head. She reached down and grabbed his wrist. She started pulling it out of her panties, then trembled. She moved her legs as far apart as her skirt would permit and slumped back against him. She pushed his hand down and pressed it over her mound. She shivered violently and jerked her hips. She dropped her head back and her breath hissed through her teeth. She squeezed her eyes tight and small tears rushed down her cheeks. She moaned and turned her head, reaching to touch the side of his neck.
"Don't do it to me. I'm too weak. Don't get me started on it. I'm too weak to tell you no. I love you too much to tell you no," she said as she hungrily reached up and touched her lips to the base of his neck.
Joey shivered again. Anxiously he reached to his trousers. He undid the buttons angrily and shoved his trousers and shorts down. He then pushed her panties over her buttocks with one hand and guided the head of his penis into the soft cleavage while his other hand squeezed her soft and waiting mound.
Peggy settled back desperately. She wiggled her pliant buttocks again and again against him. She parted her legs a bit more and struggled with the skirt about her ankles.
Joey moved his hands away from her crotch. He spread his fingers and slid them slowly up her soft belly. He reached her chest and curled his hands around the coarse material of her bra, cupping the soft breasts. Then he moved his hands back. With trembling fingers he undid the clasps of her bra. He slid his hands around again and this time worked them under the cups. He touched her breasts and they were as hard as rocks. The tiny nipples were sharp and scraped against his palms.
Joey squeezed her breasts hungrily. "I want you. I want you so much," he whispered against her ear in a deep throaty whisper.
Peggy leaned back. Joey moved his hands freely over the front of her person. He touched her mound and slid his hands up. He rolled his palms against her nipples and teased her. He touched t he velvet of her soft stomach and jabbed his penis against the velvet of her buttocks.
Peggy groaned and turned about. She looked at the buttons on his shirt and started undoing them. She pushed his shirt to each side of his body and worked it down his arms. Then she stepped back and looked at him. She looked down at his huge penis and her eyes narrowed with need. She gazed at the thick red head of it and her throat tensed.
Peggy looked down. Her skirt was still about her ankles. She was still wearing her blouse and bra and shoes. She looked at her clothing and turned her back to him. She pressed her hands over her face and murmured.
"I knew I was too weak. I knew I was too weak. I love you too much. I love you too much," she said softly.
Joey listened and wondered. The suspense gripped him and he stepped forward. He touched her shoulder and turned her about.
"You mean you will?" he asked.
Peggy slowly gazed at him. Her eyes moved and her gaze traveled over his face. Her lower lip started trembling and anxiously she nibbled on one corner of it. She wiped her hands against her damp legs and looked down at his penis. Lightly she touched her hands to the underside of it. She curled her fingers gently about it and moved her hand away.
"I want you so much. I want you so much," she said again.
Joey cupped her face. He stared at the narrowed expression of need. He looked at the soft eyes, then the dried lips. He leaned forward and lightly touched his lips to her mouth. He churned them gently and his tongue touched her lips. Peggy groaned and her mouth opened. She accepted his thick tongue and stepped closer. Her warm hands touched his back and moved to his buttocks. Hesitantly she held him, then pulled him close. Joey felt his penis touch her moist panties and hugged her desperately. He curled his hands under her buttocks, lifting her up against him. Reaching between her legs he pulled aside her panties and forced his penis once against her.
Peggy shivered and wrapped her arms about his neck. like a small child she hovered over his waist. Her legs went around his hips and she clung there shivering from head to toe. She turned her head and her face went limp. She looked at his neck, then leaned and kissed him again. Then she drew her head away and looked at his ear.
"Do what you want. Just make sure you use a rubber. Just make sure you use that rubber, but you can do it to me. I couldn't stop you if I wanted to. I just couldn't stop you if I wanted to," she said as she hugged tighter against him and started sobbing softly.
Joey was so hot himself he could hardly think. He turned and when he saw the shirt in the sand he lowered her there. He let her stretch out and reached under her hips. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down past her legs. Shaking from head to foot with fear, he turned about. He found his trousers and reached into the pocket. He fitted the box in his hand and opened it. He was shaking so hard he could barely get himself ready. He fought the device for a full minute, then sighed when it was in place.
As he knelt there Peggy reached down. She drew her blouse above her breasts. She pulled her bra up and out of the way. Then she parted her legs wide and wiggled her buttocks against the shirt upon which she was lying.
Joey stared at the thick triangle and saw the need. The lips were parted wide and moist. Her body was drenched with desire.
Joey dropped to his haunches with awe. He stared at the lovely sight and his throat tightened with passion. He shook his head slightly.
"You look so soft," he said.
Peggy lifted her arms to him. As he stepped forward she touched his sides gently. She moved her hands down his body and then up his back. She pulled him against her heated breasts and whimpered softly as he settled against them.
Joey was surrounded with warmth. Her legs were brushing his hips and heating him there. Her hands were moving over his back and soft goose flesh was forming. Beneath his chest, her soft breasts were flattened and he was warmed there also. He could feel the tight little nipple jabbing against his skin. He could feel her breathing and feel the sense of life inside her.
Then he felt her fingers. His penis was moved and placed against her. She wiggled her hips and settled. Then she pressed her hands to his buttocks and held them.
Joey curled his hands under her shoulders. He wrapped his fingers about her there. He held her tight and buried his fear. He pushed and felt the tight compress of her body and the unbearable heat flooding through the membranes on his body. He pushed against her and she whimpered softly. Then he hit some obstruction and everything stopped. He was half in and half out. He would have to kill the obstruction if he wanted her.
Joey became afraid again. His penis swelled but he never moved. He rested against her there and turned his head to her neck.
"I'm afraid of hurting you," he said as he touched her ear.
Peggy smiled and closed her eyes. She clamped her teeth hard together. Her tiny hands moved about his buttocks and she pulled.
Joey felt her giving way inside and pressed forward. He pressed his entire weight against her and suddenly something snapped in there and he rushed all the way inside. Peggy cried out with pain and her hands scraped over his back. Her legs tightened about his hips and she shivered. She held him again and started sobbing softly.
"Hold me please hold me. Hold me tight. Hold me tight," she cried against his shoulder.
Joey hugged her tight. He placed his hand behind her head. He pulled her face against his shoulder and cradled her there. Then he turned and pressed his lips to her ear.
"I want to feel you and can't. I just can't feel you. I can't feel what you feel like," he said as tiny tears of complete frustration washed down his cheeks.
Peggy touched his hips lightly and pushed him.
"Pull back a bit. You're in so deep. Please pull back a minute," she said.
Joey heard her and raised up. Slowly he moved his hips back. But even though he tried to control the movement before he realized what had happened, he had slipped out of her.
Joey drew all the way back. He looked between her legs and the sight unnerved him. Then he reached down angrily. He had to feel her. He had to feel what her flesh felt like.
Almost defiantly he gripped the rubber and jerked it away from his body. He turned and tossed it into the sand.
Peggy's eyes flew open wide. She stared at his nakedness and raised her hands abruptly before her. Her mouth flew open and she sat up. She shoved him back as he came toward her. Joey reached for her arm but she jerked it away. She spun about and danced to her feet. Joey was on his knees and looked up. She stared back and shook her head.
"I told you no. I begged you. I begged you, goddammit!" she cried as she rushed toward the shirt upon which he was kneeling and hammered her fists angrily against his shoulders.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" she cried as her tiny hands banged constantly against his shoulders.
Joey knelt there with his arms above his head. His eyes were closed. He groaned with pain as her fists banged against his head, then reached out. He touched her knee but she jumped back. Before he had a chance to do a thing she spun about. She gathered up her clothes and ran up the beach. She jerked open the cardoor and hopped behind the wheel.
As he knelt there he heard the car start up. Joey sprang to his feet and started toward the parking area. He raced along the sand but the car pulled back and turned. When he reached the parking area completely naked, Peggy slammed on the gas and headed down the highway, the tiny lights in the back of the car disappearing from view in a matter of seconds.
Joey gritted his teeth and wrung his hands before him.
"I'll kill you, you bitch. I swear I'll kill you," he said as he released his hands and pressed one of them over the hard ball of tension at his loins.
CHAPTER TEN
It was very dark and very late. Joey staggered down the alley behind the house and peered toward the garage. He wondered where she had parked the car. His mother would flip if she learned what happened. She would flip if she learned that Peggy had driven the damn car home.
Still aching somewhat but a bit exhausted from the trip and hitch-hiking home, Joey walked toward the garage. When he reached a distance close enough to his home, he stopped. The car was not in the back of the house. He had thought for sure that Peggy would have parked it near his garage. He never thought she would park it on the street near her house. Her mother would see "it and start wondering.
Joey walked to the garage and stopped. He peered inside and it was vacant. He groaned with disappointment and turned about. He headed out of the garage and looked at the back fence, leading into his yard.
The last person on earth he could face right about now was his mother. The prospect of having to listen to her talk and having to talk before he found the car unnerved him.
Joey turned about and walked down the alley. He reached the fence behind the house where that new couple had just moved in and peered over it. He looked toward the street and could see Peggy's house. He looked in front of her house but could not see the car parked there.
Again he groaned and was about to pull away when he noticed the window at the back of Alica's house. The window was open. The curtain was up. As he stood there a woman walked in front of the window completely naked. She stepped out of view and disappeared for an instant.
Joey trembled again. He looked toward his house. He noticed that the lights were off in his place and peered down the alley. The alley was deserted. There was no one around.
Joey raised to his toes again. He peered into the yard. There was nothing and nobody there. . No one would ever find out that he was there. No one would ever find out if he just went to take one look-see.
Joey reached for the string on the lock and pulled it. The gate opened. He pushed it slightly and stepped into the dark yard. He hovered against the side of the garage for an instant and collected his breath. In the darkness there he peered through the window.
Joey could see nothing from where he was standing. Hovering toward the ground he stepped away from the garage. He walked to the clothes line and hopped between the rows of hanging sheets. Then he peered through the upper edge of the sheet and gazed into the room.
The woman was a redhead and that made him curious. He knew the new couple that had moved in. He had seen the woman and she was no redhead. Joey leaned closer and then he recognized her. It was Bonnie, the woman who lived next door. She was in that house completely naked in the same room with her husband and another man. She was lying on her back on the bed between the two men. Her legs were parted and her knees were in the air. Both men were running their hands along her thighs, reaching her mound. They were stroking her gently. They were both on their sides, facing her and she was holding both of their huge penises.
Joey looked again and Robert was touching her mound. He was putting his fingers into her. His hips were moving against her hand and he was leaning to kiss her neck. The other man was lying there kissing the other side of her neck. His hand was cupped on one of her breasts squeezing it gently. One of her hands was touching his huge organ.
Bonnie's hips were dancing against her husband's fingers. She turned her head, kissing him fervently. Then she dropped back and turned her head to the other side. She reached up and hungrily kissed Walter. As she was kissing Walter, she pushed him to his back. She turned and rolled part way to her stomach. She lifted her leg and reached between them. She then settled upon his body and impaled herself on his huge penis.
Her hips settled against him for a moment. Gently she moved them back and forth. She then raised up and slowly lifted herself off him. Next she crawled across the bed. She lifted her leg over her husband's hip and settled upon him also.
She rested there for a moment then pulled away again and dropped between them.
Joey reached down. Almost angrily he gripped his penis. He started working it back and forth and soon he was shivering again.
"I'd like to get that pig Peggy like that. I'd love to see her wallow in it, the prick tease," he growled.
When he thought of this, Joey pulled his hand away from his body. It seemed almost degrading to get excited with the sight. It seemed almost degrading to let some tramp woman get the best of him. He stood there and watched as Robert climbed to his feet. He watched him lean and watched Bonnie turn her head. He watched the tramp reach up, kiss him and felt that that was what she should have done.
Joey watched and Bonnie kissed her husband fervently. Her head moved back and forth slowly. Her cheeks puckered tight. Then she pulled away and reached for his hand. She pulled Robert to the bed and made him sprawl on his back. She crawled over his body and reached his loins again. She opened her lips and possessed him once more. As she possessed her husband, Walter crawled behind her. He gripped her fleshy buttocks and guided himself. He entered her slowly and she raised her head. A passionate expression flashed across her lewd mouth. Her eyes closed then she lowered herself and hungrily went after her husband while the other man made love to her.
Joey was torn with emotion and finally pulled himself away from the line. He knew if he watched any more he would explode. His heart was banging so damn hard he could barely stand it. He felt as though he were about to faint at any moment.
Joey had renewed reason to stagger and moved away from the lines. He walked toward the driveway and toward the street. With his loins still aching and the temptation still lingering in his mind to go back and watch her do some more, he reached the street.
Joey looked down the street and the car was parked at the curb. From where he was standing he could see a shadow sitting there behind the wheel.
In just that minute as he was standing on the edge of the grass in front of the place, the door behind him opened. Joey whirled about and froze. He was horrified for a moment when a woman stepped down the stairs and walked across the grass toward him.
Joey turned and looked at the house. He stared at the window, then turned and with the same horror in his eyes, looked at the woman.
"I was looking for my car," he said as he looked down the street toward his auto.
"It wasn't parked in my yard," Alica said.
Joey turned away from her. He was about to take a step when she spoke to him again.
"Did you see what they were doing?" she asked.
Joey's face turned bright red. He stopped dead in his tracks. He turned about and looked directly into her lovely blue eyes. Then he bowed his head.
"I didn't mean to look," he said as his cheeks started to burn.
Alica stepped toward him. She reached out. Gently she touched his hand and gave him a gentle squeeze. She looked into his eyes.
Joey looked at her fleshy breasts and squeezed her hand in return. He felt his loins start to swirl again and squeezed her hand tighter.
Alica released his hand and turned about. She walked down the driveway and entered the yard. Joey walked behind her and when he reached the back yard he stopped. Alica turned to him and undid the button on her robe. She reached up and gently pushed the material off her arms. The robe dropped to the ground around her feet and she stood there completely naked.
Hungrily he stared at her belly. The folds were soft and thick. He looked down and the triangle at the base of her belly was thick and I soft.
Instantly he remembered Peggy he looked at this woman and felt a bit backward. He wondered if she was just working him up the way Peggy had done. He wondered if perhaps when I he got ready, Alica would decide against it.
Joey felt the hammering in his loins. His penis swelled against his trousers harder. His stomach started knotting hard. His legs began to tremble and the muscles along the inner sides started tingling.
Joey moaned softly and his penis wiggled against his trousers. It jutted up hard, forcing the material straight out.
Hungrily he looked at her breasts. Her nipples were tiny and pink. They were jutting straight out at him and he could see they were also stiff and hard.
Joey's mouth fell open. Slowly he raised his eyes. She was looking directly at him and there was a small smile playing on her lips.
Joey stepped forward. When he took a step Alica stepped in his direction. When he saw this Joey stepped forward and stopped a few feet from where she was standing. He looked down at her soft breasts and moaned. He reached up and hesitantly touched the soft underside of one of her breasts. He cupped it in his palm and lifted it higher. He stared at the tiny nipple, then leaned forward. Lightly he touched his lips to the nipple and drew it between his lips.
Alica whimpered and curled her fingers into his hair. She pulled him forward and his lips opened. She arched against his mouth again and her breasts seemed to melt between his lips.
Hungrily he mouthed her. His tongue worked over the tight nipple. He pressed it hard, then moved his mouth up her chest to her neck. He ran his lips along her neck and touched her ear.
"Don't stop me. Please don't stop me. I've already been teased tonight. I don't want to be teased again," he said as he touched his tongue to her ear.
Alica's hand touched his trousers. Gently she undid the buttons. She pulled the material aside and undid his shorts. She then moved her two hands around his hardness and held him softly. She drew her head away from his mouth and looked down. Hungrily her eyes narrowed as she stared at his massive organ.
"I won't tease you," she said as her fingers curled about him and squeezed him gently.
Joey gasped and his body arched forward. He raised to his toes and shivered. His buttocks compressed together and he jerked. He moved his hips back and forth and soft guttural moans echoed from, his throat. He felt her fingers and the excitement roared through him. He felt her touch the underside of his penis and the thrill knotted him harder, directly above his loins.
Alica stepped back from him. She looked into his eyes and lowered her head. A small knowing smile came to her lips again and she touched her hand gently and lovingly to his stomach.
"Let's go downstairs and you can put it in me. We can just lie there and let it happen. We'll do everything," she said.
Joey looked at the back door and stopped. Suddenly he felt reluctant and shy. He bowed his head and lightly he slapped his hands against his legs.
"I I I'm afraid I never did it. I never had a woman," he blurted, feeling in that instant the tremendous need to speak to her.
Alica walked to him and placed her hands along the sides of his face.
"Don't you worry about a thing," she said as she leaned and lightly touched his lips to hers.
Joey felt relaxed for an instant but again he felt shy when they reached the door. He was almost at the point of turning about when she opened the door. He looked down into the basement and wondered what was in store for him. He looked down there and wondered if he would be able to perform like a man.
Alica turned on the light and started downstairs. Joey remained at the top of the stairs for a moment and stared at her moving hips. He glanced at her thick legs and watched her buttocks roll. He stared and again his stomach knotted. The slight twinge of fear he had been feeling was washed aside by the pounding need that soon developed in his loins.
Joey started down the stairs. When he reached the bottom step Alica was standing near a bed in the corner of the room. She turned toward him and then she lowered herself to the edge. She sat there and raised her hands out toward him, calling him.
Joey stopped in the center of the room. He was still holding his undid trousers and on impulse he let them go. They dropped about his ankles and he stood there. He looked down and thrilled when he felt his penis surge. He looked up and when she was staring at him another flood of excitement washed through him.
"I can't wait to put it in you," he said, spitting out the words which were usually so hard for him to say.
Alica dropped to the bed on her back. She yawned her legs wide open. She drew her knees back and held them there. Then she moved her long fingers along her thighs and touched the edges of her mound. She drew aside the thick lips and held herself there.
"Do you want to go in me now," she asked. Joey struggled with his trousers and worked them off. He walked to the bed and undid his shirt. He peeled it off his shoulder and let it fall to the floor. Then he stood there staring at the moist well. He stared and could see the glistening sight of her desire. He stared at the opening and could see she was not teasing him. She actually wanted him.
Joey's face went limp. His mouth went slack and his lips parted. His breath came deep and hard. He stared at her nakedness and the desire which had been pounding inside him all evening suddenly ballooned.
"I tried doing it tonight. I got all the way in and she stopped me. I was nearly crazy when she stopped me," he said.
Alica looked down at his penis.
"You look like you're ready to explode," she said softly.
Joey stared and moved to the bed. He crawled toward her. He looked down again and her mound was still glistening. Her fingers were holding aside the lips. As he held his head a few inches away from her he could feel the radiation of her heat. He could feel the sense of life which was pouring from her even though he had not even touched her yet.
Joey's face went limp again.
"I never kissed a woman there," he said.
Alica dropped her head back. She closed her eyes dreamily. Her fingers moved on her body and she parted herself again. She moved her legs wider apart and held herself ready.
"Do what you want," she said, her voice strangled with desire.
Joey moved back. He could hardly comprehend what he had heard. All he could remember was the way Peggy had treated him. He leaned over there and he stared at this woman and could not believe that she was giving herself.
Joey looked down at her fleshy buttocks. Trembling slightly he reached out. He touched the thick cleavage, then lightly, exploring her, he placed his fingertip atop her anus.
Alica trembled and reached down. Her fingers slid over her buttocks. She curled them about the thick globes and parted them wide.
"Go in me there. I love it when someone goes in me there," she said as her entire body started shaking slightly.
Joey slid his finger away. He moved it up between her legs. He touched the thick lips and pierced her slowly. He wiggled his finger into her vagina and soaked it. Then he removed it gently and pressed it against her. He felt her give way and his finger moved inside. Alica groaned and parted her buttocks again. He pushed harder and his finger knifed all the way into the tight tearing hole.
The idea of what he was doing thrilled him so Joey felt his penis surge again. He looked down and he was swollen harder than he had ever been. He felt as though he were about to explode any second now. He felt excited but also he felt so free. He was hard but he was no longer worried about having her. He knew now she was his.
Joey wanted to take his time now. He stared at her mound and leaned over. Lightly he touched his lips to her moistness, then darted his tongue out. He slid his tongue over her mound and pressed it inside.
His tongue entered. Alica cried out and her legs trembled. She arched up and rotated against him. Her hands snapped from her buttocks and gripped the top of his head. She held him and guided him back and forth. Her fingers curled into his hair and she turned him one way and the other.
Joey hungrily kissed her until he could no longer stand it. When he felt himself growing weak with tension he pulled his head away. He looked up and she was rolling her head back and forth. Her mouth was open with passion. Her eyes were rolled back in her head.
Trembling, he went to his knees. He crawled between her legs and hovered over her breasts. He looked down at her and she turned her head. She looked up at him and smiled. Joey then felt her hand and she moved him. The next sensation he felt was the warmth of her body. She wiggled him against her and he gasped. Then he felt the thick knob of his organ being implanted in the moistness. Her hand slipped away.
Joey pressed forward. It was like stabbing into soft butter. He felt the moistness come up and wrap about him. He felt the feathery softness engulf him. He pushed and slowly he went all the way inside until his pubic hair was matted against hers.
Joey could hardly breathe. His body trembled again. He raised up and looked back. He stared at her open legs and his dark pubic was crushed against her body. He was completely inside her.
As he looked he pulled back. His penis appeared and it was glistening. He pulled it out until the knob appeared, then pushed softly inside her again, feeling the same delicious feeling of her warmth encasing him.
When he went in this time he was totally liberated. He knew she would not hold back. He knew she was not teasing her. He pulled her up against him and planted his face against her soft neck. Then he held her tight and pressed with all his might. He sank himself as deep as he could and the thrills mounted. He rested there and suddenly his body started to revolt. He could not stop the need which was pouring through him. He could not stop the tingling sensation which was working against his penis.
Joey shivered violently and pressed against her. Desperately he hugged her tight.
"I can't hold it. I can't hold it. I can't hold it." he cried.
Alica's hand toyed with his buttocks. She moved her fingers between them. She touched his anus and pressed one finger.
Joey cried out. A chill shot across his back. His eyes closed tight. He felt her finger feeling inside him and arched against her. Suddenly he snapped and his hips started jerking about. He pressed with all his might and the ache occurred in the back of his teeth. He cried out and suddenly his seed spurted. He reared and pushed again and the rest of it drained from his body, taking with it all the tension he had felt all evening, taking with it the desire he felt to be with her.
Joey reached back. Gently he pulled her hand away from his buttocks. Her finger slipped out and he dropped to his side. He looked at her outstretched legs and closed his eyes.
"I'll be better the next time. I promise I'll be better," he said as he touched her gaping flesh.
Joey rolled against her and closed his eyes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was late. Joey opened his eyes and reached up. Lightly he touched his forehead and squinted his eyes. He yawned heartily and let himself go limp.
Joey lay there noticing the small light coming from the kitchen above him. He turned and Alica was still lying on her side. Her beautiful ass was presented to him.
Joey reached out. Affectionately he touched her buttocks. He patted them gently and then sat up and turned to the outside of the bed.
Joey sat there for a moment and rubbed his eyes again. He was relaxed. As a matter-of-fact he was more relaxed than he had been in a long time. Every nerve in his body was calm and quiet.
Joey shook his head. He looked down at himself and smiled at his limp penis. In his loins he could not feel a thing which even resembled desire. He felt content and assured. Even Peggy was a thing of the past.
Joey turned his head. Again he looked at the light in the kitchen. Then he pushed himself up and staggered toward the stairs. He stopped at the base of the stairs and looked up. He heard someone moving about and felt somewhat ashamed about walking upstairs the way he was.
Joey stepped to his tiptoes. He walked up the stairs and reached the landing above without making any noise. Then he leaned over and peered into the kitchen.
A woman was standing at the refrigerator. She was completely naked. Her lovely ass was on pleasing display. Her legs were completely framed by the slight light coming from the interior of the refrigerator.
Joey stepped up the stairs, entering the kitchen. He stood by the wall and waited. The woman closed the refrigerator without noticing him and turned about. Her breasts jiggled lightly about her chest. She took a few steps toward him then shot her head up. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at him.
Bonnie lowered the glass of milk which was in her hand. She looked at his face for a moment then slowly lowered her gaze. She stared at his limp penis and watched it slowly rise until it was pointing straight at her. When he was fully aroused, Bonnie's face narrowed. She swallowed hard and looked at the stairs behind him.
"Now I know where Alica has been all evening?" she said as she turned and walked to the table.
Bonnie placed the glass of milk on the table and turned about. She leaned back against the table and looked down again. She stared at his huge penis, then lowered herself in a chair. She looked again at his hairy legs, raising her hands. She called him forward with her fingers.
Joey stepped forward and stopped a few feet from her. Bonnie reached up and lightly touched his hips. She drew him forward. She stared at his huge penis again and happily lifted it gently. She turned her head and lightly touched her lips to the large knob and the underside, right at the point where all the nerves collected in his body. Then she turned her head and moved her cheek lovingly along the underside of his organ as she pressed him against her face.
"Feel good " she asked in a soft tone as she moved her soft cheek back and forth along the length of his organ.
Joey closed his eyes and shivered. He raised to his toes and jerked once. He trembled once and his fingers moved. He touched the top of her soft head one time, curling his fingers into the short red hair. He twined his fingers there and squeezed.
"I saw you in the bedroom! Do me like you did them? Do exactly what you were doing to them?" Joey asked.
"You mean kissing them?" Bonnie asked as she moved her cheek along his underside again and turned her head.
Before he could answer, Bonnie opened her lips. She moistened them slightly and moved them along the underside of his penis, leaving a wet trail under him. She reached the top of his penis and opened her hot lips.
Joey could hardly contain himself. He reached down and grabbed his cock. He aimed it for her lips and watched her mouth. Her lips moved slightly and he could see her teeth. He stared at her soft cheeks and lovely eyes and the fires leapt inside him.
"Do what they were doing. Do what they wanted?" he asked. Bonnie closed her eyes and leaned forward. Her lips parted slightly and she moved them about his knob. She wrapped her mouth about him and lashed him gently with her tongue. Then she moved forward and moistened him completely. She moved back gently and her lips were like feathers on him. Joey tensed and jerked his hips. He pressed against her and gripped her head fiercely. He held her tight and moved back and forth until he was aching in his loins again and afraid it would end for him.
Bonnie was growing warmer herself. Her buttocks rolled against the white hardwood chair beneath her. Her legs trembled slightly. Her breasts became hard and her nipples pointed up sharply. Her mouth turned to water and hungrily she moved back and forth, turning her head every which way as she made her brand of love to him.
Joey's head shot back. His mind went blank. His eyes closed tight and his mouth fell open. He took one thunderous breath after the other and still arched to his toes. He jerked slightly and set up a smooth rhythm. He clutched the sides of her head and held her tight.
Joey kept his eyes closed. Before he knew it he was standing not in the kitchen but on the beach. Before he knew it his hands were pressed not in Bonnie's hair but in Peggy's. Before he knew it it was her lips that were tightening about him. It was her mouth at the time which was loving him so completely.
"Oh, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy," he whispered.
Through the blurred vision on his eyes he looked down. He felt her mouth leave him and stared down at her. She was looking up and the instant he saw her lovely lighter-colored eyes he realized what he had done.
Joey bowed his head and turned slightly away.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Bonnie smiled and touched his rear end. She moved her hands slowly up his back and straightened up, climbing out of her chair. She stepped closer to him and smoothed her hands along his shoulders, then leaned to his neck.
"Who do you want to do it to," she asked as she lightly touched her lips to the side of his neck.
Joey felt her soft warm breasts against his back and turned about. He slipped his warm hands along her back and pulled her close. He flattened her breasts against his chest and pressed his face to her shoulder. He kissed the softly scented skin and murmured. Then his penis rushed against her stomach and he thrilled. He trembled and his hands filled with her buttocks. He pulled her against him and shoved his penis hard, letting the knob rub against the soft folds as it rushed up her stomach.
Holding her there, he reached down. He slipped his fingers down her body. He reached between her legs from behind and touched her moistness. He stroked the soft lips then moved his hands back along her cleavage. He touched her anus and lightly pressed it with one finger.
Bonnie shivered against him and raised to her toes. She flattened her stomach against his penis and murmured. Her hands moved over his body, thrilling him, sending goose flesh rising about his shoulders.
"Close your eyes and let me be anyone you want. I don't care. I don't care at all. All I want is to have it in me. All I want to do is lie there with you in me. You feel so hard," she said as she again touched her lips to his neck, then moved them down his chest.
Reluctantly Joey stepped back. He looked at her limp face for a moment and reached down for her hand. He pulled her across the room and guided her by the elbow downstairs toward the bed in the back of the room.
When he neared the bed Joey stopped. He looked at the blonde lying there and she was draped on her back, her legs were parted wide.
Joey turned and looked at Bonnie. The desire was written in his eyes and Bonnie bowed her head. She stepped to him and lightly touched his hand.
"Is that what you want to see?" Bonnie asked before she raised her head and looked at him again.
"You don't have to," he said, barely able to speak.
Bonnie cupped his face. She looked into his eyes again and smiled.
"I want to do it in front of you. I want you to have what you want. I know too well what it feels like to walk around needing something and never getting it. I know too well how it feels to be hungry and never get fed," she said as she leaned and lightly kissed his chin again.
Bonnie kissed him once more and stepped back. She walked to the bed and dropped to her ass. She leaned over Alica's legs and stared for a moment. Then she dipped her head between the woman's legs and started moving her head about. Her hands snaked under Alica's buttocks and she cupped her gently. She squeezed the cheeks and pulled the woman toward her. Then she moved and lifted her hips. She climbed to the bed and lifted one leg slowly over Alica's chest. Then Alica opened her eyes. She looked up at the ass and moved her elbows back. She freed her arms from under the woman's body and touched her thighs. She moved her hands along the soft flesh of Bonnie's legs and touched the mound. Then she slipped her hands over the top of Bonnie's hips and pulled her down. She raised up and touched her lips to the mound. She pulled her harder and plunged her face into the red mound, stabbing slowly with her tongue.
Joey stood behind Alica and watched her face. He stared at her tongue and watched it play about. He looked at her hands and they were moving about Bonnie's buttocks. He looked at Bonnie's buttocks and the fires leapt into his loins.
Hypnotized by the sight he crawled to the bed behind them. He looked down and Alica lowered her head. She reached up and parted the soft lips. Joey moved forward and set his knob against her. He pushed and watched as his thick organ rushed into Bonnie's body. He watched and felt the moistness as he shoved it all the way inside.
The heat was fierce. He pressed against her soft buttocks gripping her hips. He pulled her back and held himself deep inside her, loving the moistness of her body, loving the heat which was pouring out of her, into his loins. He looked down and slowly moved back again. He stared at her buttocks and hated himself for what he was thinking. When his penis slipped out, he pressed the knob against her anus and waited.
Bonnie raised her head. Her eyes were still closed. Her face went completely limp and she stared across the room.
"Go in me if you want," she called.
Joey felt afraid for a moment but soon buried his fear. He reached up and curled his fingers about her shoulders. He gripped her hard and pushed his penis with all his might. At first he felt nothing but then he heard a groan. His penis entered the tighter passage and surged straight ahead. He felt the heat again and looked down once more. This time he was completely inside. He stared for a moment, awed by the sight, then looked up. Bonnie was leaning over Alica's legs. Her head was bowed. Her hair was tumbling toward the other woman's body. Her chest was heaving and her breath was hissing through her nostrils.
Joey looked down again. Her ass started moving. Her hips wiggled slightly back and forth. Her ass brushed against his stomach and she twisted and turned, trying to drive him crazy.
Joey then became afraid for some reason and shivered. He gripped her hips and flattened his hands against them. He pushed her forward and pulled himself slowly out. When he was free he dropped to the bed on his back and lay there feeling the hard ache in his penis. He reached down and anxiously touched himself on the stomach. He pressed against the tight muscles there and whimpered.
Bonnie lifted up from Alica's body and turned about. Hungrily she looked down at his monstrous penis.
She moved forward and turned toward him. She lifted one of her legs over his hip and reached down. She guided him against her moist well then settled slowly. She settled completely and moved her hips slightly back and forth, against his body.
Joey cried out. His eyes closed tight. Blindly he reached down. He gripped her hips hard and squeezed her. He pulled her down against him and wiggled up against her. He parted his legs and stabbed up hard, driving himself deeper and deeper. Then he pulled her down against his chest. He turned his head and plastered his lips against her ear.
"I want to screw you! I want to screw you bad!" he whispered.
Bonnie wrapped her arms about his neck. She plunged her face against his shoulder. She hissed her breath hard.
"You're so hard so damned hard," she said, her voice deep and throaty.
Bonnie whimpered and slowly raised up. She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked down.
Joey looked down. Her knees were parted wide. Her hips were pressed against his stomach. Her mound was crushed against him. As he looked she raised up slowly. He could see himself inside her. He could see the sight of his erection being buried inside her.
Joey dropped his head back and closed his eyes.
"I can't believe it. I can't believe this," he said as his passion started gurgling inside him and threatened to spume forth from his body.
The desire turned into desperation. Joey reached up for her again. He pulled her down to his chest. He wrapped his arms eagerly about her soft back, hugging her. He parted his legs and started jumping up against her, unleashing himself completely. He gritted his teeth and desire knotted hard inside him. Then suddenly, with explosive force, the need climbed to a peak. He drove into her softness and his hips came up. He closed his legs tight and shivered.
"I'm coming," he called as his hands cupped her buttocks. He held her against himself and arched into her body.
The desire snapped inside him. His breath whished from his throat. He felt his muscles go slack and dropped back to the bed. His hands fell to the mattress. His legs went limp and drifted apart from one another.
Bonnie looked up. When she saw his eyes were closed she started moving away. Joey reached up then and touched her hips. He slid his hands along her back and pulled her against him again.
"Just stay where you are. Don't move. Don't ever move," he said as he pulled her head down to his shoulder and pressed the back of it, holding her prisoner against him.
Contented, Joey closed his eyes again. He drifted into a deep tranquil sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was dark and dreary in Joey's house. Sylvia, Joey's mother, lay in her room. Her eyes were open as they had been for nearly six hours. She stared at the ceiling, then turned and looked at the window. It was still dark outside but it was getting lighter. A hint of light was coming into the night. Soon the dawn would be there.
Cocking her head to one side, Sylvia touched her fingers to her chin. She had not heard Joey come in yet. She had not heard him and usually she never did get to sleep before he was home.
Sylvia turned her head. A clock was on the table next to her bed. It was five in the morning.
That was strange. She had not heard him. But still she knew he had to be in his room. He had never stayed out this late. He had never done anything like this at all.
In confusion she lay there. One side of her consciousness told her he was home but there was the tingle of doubt somewhere inside her. She thought back and could not remember hearing him in his room. She thought back to the times when she was about to fall asleep and wondered if perhaps she had let him come into the house when she was dozing.
Sylvia turned her head again. She stared at the door on the other side of the room. It led into the hall. His room was down the hall, on the other side of the small house.
Sylvia pushed back the sheet and sat up. She stared at the dark door for a moment. She cocked her head to one side and again she thought. She could not make up her mind whether he had come home or not. She could not make up her mind whether or not she had heard him.
Sylvia shrugged and got up. She walked out of the room wearing her sheerest nightie. She stepped to the door and her breasts jiggled. Beneath the slim fabric of her nightie the thick triangle of dark hair was completely visible.
She was nearly forty. But she still had a beautiful body. Her breasts were strong and jutted straight out. The nipples were large and attractive. Her hips were full and soft looking. Her hair was tangled now from her rest but she still looked fairly good. Her face was shrunken slightly from the wrinkles on the bed but there was the same trace of beauty which had been there years ago.
Sylvia made her way down the darkened hall. For some reason as she walked she felt weird. Something inside her was working about. She felt as though she had taken the same steps before. She felt as though she were not walking down the hall in her house but that she was somewhere else.
Sylvia stepped to the bedroom door and stopped. The bed was still made. Joey had not come home. From the appearance of the room he had not stepped into it since she cleaned it earlier that afternoon.
Sylvia stepped to the bed and looked down. Again the same sensation she had felt occurred to her. She felt as though she were somewhere else.
Sylvia looked at the neat and tidy pillows on the bed and her thoughts whirled. Suddenly she was transformed from where she was standing. Suddenly, in a matter of a thought or two, she was standing somewhere else, in some other room, staring down at the same type of bed.
It was no longer dark. Her mind changed the room in which she was standing and dispelled the darkness. It took the neat appearance of the bed and drowned it with the sight of a wrinkled pillow. It took away the sight of the neatly folded spread and replaced it with an untidy sheet. It suddenly changed her from the forty-year-old woman and made her into a young seventeen. It took her from the house where she was living and dumped her back in time to the house where she lived with her mother and step-father, William.
Sylvia stood there and the transformation was completely finished with the recollection of a few incidents. She stood there and remembered that before she had entered the room on that morning, she had peered through the front window of the house. She remembered seeing the family car, driven by her mother, backing out of the drive. She remembered the elation she felt when the car buzzed down the street. She remembered the way she had turned from the window and run into the bedroom, her young breasts dancing under her nightie, her firm buttocks tight behind her.
The younger Sylvia reached the bedroom door. Apprehensively she looked down at the knob. She knew what would happen if she opened the door. She knew this would be like the day before and the day before that. She knew once she stepped inside the bedroom, her body would not permit her to stop. She knew once she entered the bedroom she would feel guilty as hell for the rest of the day.
Knowing full well the weight of what she would have to carry in her later years, but caring so little about the future, Sylvia turned the knob. She pushed the door ajar and poked her head into the small room.
William, her step-father, was probably thirty-five or so. He had married her mother about three years ago. For the first years he had never looked at her and she had never looked at him. Then one night about three months ago they were sitting alone. She had forgotten about him and when he was gone had stepped to the bathroom. When she opened the door that night he was standing there over the toilet. His hand was on his penis working hard. His hips were working back and forth rapidly. He was so busy with what he had been doing he never heard her behind him.
Suddenly he realized she was there. His hand stopped on his penis. He raised up and slowly turned about. When he saw her standing there he dropped back against the wall. He looked at her face and his own face became sorrowed. His eyes were turned down slightly.
"She never wants to love with me," he said softly.
Sylvia stared at his penis and it was hard. That was the first time in her life she had ever seen a man. She just stood there and felt a mixture of astonishment and fear. She looked at the hugeness and could see his passion. She looked at him and feared that he might lose control.
Sylvia turned her back to him. Fleeing she touched the door knob. She was about to take a step then something stopped her. She looked into the other room and didn't want to leave.
Sylvia looked at her hand. Slowly she released the door knob. She turned about and stared at his face. In that instant the fear she had been feeling vanished when she saw the sorrow in his eyes. In that instant, when she looked at the way his lips were drooping and the way he was trembling she no longer felt afraid.
"Doesn't she ever make love to you?" Sylvia asked, hating the idea of talking about something so intimate yet intrigued and mystified.
William bowed his head and turned about. He gripped the edge of the sink and leaned over. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"She never wants me. We lie there and she seems t o gloat over the idea of getting me worked up. Then, when I want her, she turns away. She wouldn't let me touch her if her life depended on it. It seems she gets some strength out of seeing me suffer. It seems she gets some strength out of seeing me want her and knowing that she can hold herself back."
Sylvia bowed her head again and nodded. "I know what you mean. I don't know too much about sex but I know how she can hold back. She never once wanted to hold me. In my entire life she never once wanted to hold me," Sylvia said.
William looked down. He released the edge of the sink and lowered his hands. He turned about and looked at her. He looked at her tight breasts and soft belly. He stared at her lovely frock and her trim calves. He looked at her tiny feet and her small hands.
William hesitated, then stepped toward her. He stopped a few feet from where she was standing. He then reached up and touched her shoulder. He curled his fingers about her there and pulled her gently forward.
Sylvia hesitated but he was gentle. Before she knew it she was leaning against his chest. Before she knew it her breasts, still clothed though they were, were pressed against his skin, making her warm. Before she knew what was happening she was falling in love with the notion of his strong hands moving upon her back.
Sylvia stepped back and looked up. For a long moment she stared at his mouth. The hunger gripped her again and she reached to her toes.
She reached up and twined her hands behind his head. She stared at his lips, then closed her eyes.
"I'm going to hate myself for this. I just know I'll hate myself for this," she said as she pulled him desperately down and plunged her soft eager mouth against his.
Five minutes later they were in the bedroom completely naked together. William was on his back jerking to one side and the other. Sylvia was sitting to his side and her hand was working rapidly up and down on his penis. Her eyes were hungrily staring at the thick sight of his testicles and buttocks. Her heart was hammering and she loved the idea of what she was doing for him. She loved the notion of touching him so intimately. She loved the idea of holding his hardness.
William was nearly out of his mind. His head was flying back and forth. His mouth was parted wide his breath was thundering through the tight compress of his throat.
Desperately he reached out. He grabbed one of her small knees and pulled her to the bed. He shoved her on her side and pried her slim legs apart. He stared at her moist and virginal mound, then leaned forward.
When she felt his lips the thrills shot through her. Sylvia felt herself going weak and toppled to her back. She threw her legs open and gasped aloud. She wanted to stop him but his hands flew under her. He gripped her fiercely and his tongue stabbed. Sylvia reached down to push him away but his tongue stabbed into her vagina. Instead of pushing him back then she touched the back of his head. She fought herself for an instant then pushed the back of his head and closed her legs against it. She wiggled violently and her body went free. She danced about the bed and scraped her fingers over the mattress. Then she turned on her side and reached for his penis. Half blinded she held him and moved her cheek along the underside. She squeezed the thick knob in her hand and darted hungry little kisses along the underside.
She was so involved with what she was doing she never thought of it. When suddenly she realized what she was doing, she pulled back. She stared at his penis for a moment and the hunger was intense.
"I know I'm gonna hate myself," she said as she leaned forward and lightly touched a hundred kisses to the thick knob.
William dropped to his back. He looked down and for a moment just stared. Sylvia felt him stop moving and raised her head. She looked at the pained expression on his face and the dark need in his eyes. She looked and his chest was heaving hard. Then she looked down at his penis and the hunger gripped her again.
"I bet she never kissed you, did she?" she asked.
"Never," William responded.
"She must be crazy. She must be right out of her mind," she said as she leaned over and parted her lips about him.
Remembering this Sylvia stood at the side of the bed on this morning. William was lying on his back. His legs were parted slightly. The sheet which had been covering him was about his knees. His penis was limp and stretched down between his legs. He was still sleeping and his breath was even. His eyes were closed and his mouth was drooping open.
Sylvia loved doing it with him. She loved touching someone who needed to be touched like he needed it. She loved needing someone who wanted someone to need him. She loved the idea of being completely fearless and free to cry if she wanted.
Sylvia trembled with need and leaned over. Lightly she touched her lips to the inner side of his leg. She moved them back and turned her head. Lightly she touched her lips to his penis. Then she pulled back and his penis rose. It shivered slightly and reared straight up. Sylvia trembled and turned on the bed. She lifted one leg over him and raised up. She gripped him and touched the head against her mound.
She had never let him have her before. He had entered her to the barrier but he had never gone all the way inside her. This morning though, she was keyed up and as she felt the pressure of his penis against her maidenhead she crumbled. She lowered herself and the head wedged inside her. Suddenly she felt something snap and felt the pain. His penis rushed into her and she lost control. Before she realized what was happening, she was sitting completely on his body and his heat was pouring through her wildly.
William looked startled for a moment. Aghast she stared between her legs. He watched blood appear and looked at her tiny lips. He stared at her legs and they were strained apart. Then he could not stand it and sat partly up. He reached for her body and pushed her to her side. His penis slipped out and he turned to his knees. He wiggled against her and surged inside the full length as his body flattened over hers and his arms worked under her.
Eagerly he pulled her head up. He turned his head and touched her ear. He moved his moist tongue about it.
"I wanted this so bad. I wanted this so bad," he said as his hips started moving and his long penis pushed in hard clean strokes.
The excitement was more than she had known. Even what they had done before was nothing compared to having him moving about. Nothing was anything compared to the heat of his body against her belly. Nothing was anything compared to the hardness moving moistly in and out, telling her she had been taken, telling her they were doing it all, everything.
Sylvia thrilled again and her arms flew about him. She hugged him dearly and her young legs parted. Her hips danced under him and wiggled, twisting his hardness about inside her, driving her wild with thrill upon thrill.
"I'll never hold back with you. I'll never hold back."
William rose to his elbows. He leaned there and stared down. His face went gaunt and limp. His eyes became glassy. He stared and slowly his hips moved, driving himself deeper and deeper.
"You'll just have to douche when we're through," he said as he closed his eyes and pressed deep, spuming his virile seed in violent torrents inside her.
Two hours later they were doing it again. Two days later she found out she was carrying his child. Nine months later, Joey was born and Sylvia was living alone, trying to hold the secrets back from her mother who never knew.
Sylvia stood shivering by Joey's bed. She closed her eyes and huge tears streamed down her cheeks. Her lower lip started trembling again.
Sylvia looked at the pillow and again she had reason to feel hatred for herself. As she stared at her son's pillow she could feel that naughty thrill. She could feel her nipples rising, her stomach knotting. She could feel her legs trembling and the wash of need between her legs.
Sylvia turned her back to the bed. But instead of walking away she reached back. Lightly she touched the edge of his pillow.
"It won't ever happen. I'll raise him decently. I swear I'll raise him decently," she insisted as her hand bundled into a fist around the pillow and she hugged it tight.
Again Sylvia crumbled. She dropped to her seat on the edge of the bed She sat there, rolling herself back and forth. Her thick mound rolled against the mattress and soon the lips were damp.
Sylvia turned her head and looked at the pillow.
"I wished I had you again. I'd love to hold it in my hand. I loved kissing it. I loved it when you were in me. I loved it," she said as she remembered William and lightly touched the pillow again.
Sylvia leaned forward. She rested her head against the pillow and closed her eyes.
Just then the door opened. Sylvia could hear footsteps rumbling through the house behind her. Quickly she looked down and when she saw what she was wearing she snatched the sheet about her bosom. She turned about and faced the door.
Joey stumbled down the hall. He stopped dead in his tracks. The soft light from the room plastered across the front of his body. It showed his startled expression and his soft dark eyes.
Sylvia looked at his eyes and lowered her head. She felt the pulse in her breasts again.
She felt intense hatred for herself.
"Where the hell have you been?" she asked as she looked at the clock on the table near the bed.
Joey turned his back and headed for the bathroom. When she saw his rejection, Sylvia flew from the bed. She rushed down the hall and banged on the door to the bathroom.
Joey turned and opened the door.
"What do you want?" he asked as he looked fleetingly down at her naked breasts, then turned his head in disgust.
Sylvia noticed the rejection again and slammed her fist on the door.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that. Just who the hell do you think you are? Just where the hell do you think you're getting off?"
Joey sagged and turned his back to her. He released the door and the weight of her hand forced it open. Sylvia stood there shaking violently. She looked at the back of his head and stepped back. Angrily she wrung her hands in front of her.
"I asked you where you were," she said, slurring her words through her teeth.
Joey took another deep breath. He turned his head to one side but kept it bowed. He closed his eyes impatiently.
"I went out. I was just out."
Sylvia flew into a rage. Suddenly the idea of raising him all his life the way she had and getting this type of treatment unnerved her. She reached out angrily and gripped his wrist. She jerked him about.
"Where have you been?" she asked, staring fiercely at his face.
Joey bowed his head and that was enough. She knew now where he had been. There was no kidding her.
"You were out with that tramp down the street, weren't you? You were out with that pig that Peggy whatever the hell her name is," she blurted, hating the prospect that she might be right for some reason.
Joey raised his head and threw it back again. He squinted his eyes hard and turned about.
"Yes. I was. I was out with her. I was out having a good time. I was having a damn good time," he said as he finally stepped back and slammed the door as violently into her face as he could.
Sylvia's hand flew to the knob. She tried it once then she remembered the time before when she had done just such a thing. She remembered the time when she had opened the door on William. She remembered that time and also she remembered what had happened the last time she had tried incest.
Sylvia limply drew her hand away from the door. She looked at it. Her face clouded with doubt. She wondered if in her mind she really wanted just to scold him or if she were actually hoping she would see him naked. She wondered if she wanted to see him nude or if...
Sylvia staggered back with the thought. She turned about and limply walked into her bedroom. She reached the bed and fell across the mattress. She pulled the sheet under her chin and stared at the wall.
"I can't let it happen. I can't let it happen to him. I can't let him get started. It would be so easy for him and I I to fall if he gets started. Somehow I've got to stop that little pig. I've got to stop her before she does something that will-"
Sylvia stopped talking and stared at the wall. Then she closed her eyes and muttered to herself. She plunged her face into the hollow of her hands and started sobbing, deep wrenching sobs.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Peggy turned her head. It was nearly light. Her eyes were red from a lack of sleep. All night long she had not been able to close her eyes. All night long she had lain there with the dull ache working between her legs. All night long she lay there lightly touching the thick bruises on the inner sides of her thighs.
Despondently Peggy pushed the sheet down her body. It crept over her soft belly and her triangle of thick curls appeared.
She wiggled her feet some more and worked it down her legs, exposing the thick bruises created by Joey's body when he had loved her the night before.
Peggy looked down at her mound. She touched the upper edge of the curls and moved her hand down a bit. She wiggled her finger between the lips and touched the still swollen miniature penis of passion. Gently she rolled herself there and her hips started moving up and down. Her buttocks compressed together and her legs trembled. She lay there and the excitement rushed into her breasts. Her breasts swelled under her nightie. Her chest became damp with nervous perspiration and her nipples tingled against the soft cloth of her nightie.
Lightly her fingers moved up and down. The hardened little penis wiggled under her fingertips. Her lips became moist and started swelling. Her legs grew damp and soon her entire crotch was soaked.
Peggy dropped her head into the pillow. She closed her eyes softly. She lay there and shook her head slowly back and forth with disgust.
"You fool. You thought I stopped you because I didn't want it. How little you knew. How little you knew," she said as she remembered the way he had pierced her and the intense heat she had felt at the moment.
Peggy parted her legs wide. Her hand snaked down her soft belly. She moved it over her mound and pressed it tight. She rolled her hand against her moist lips and shivered again and again.
"You know how much I wanted you. For almost a year I wanted you. I would have done it if you kept the rubber on. When you were wearing the rubber I was so warm. Then I saw you take it off and got scared. I felt you in me without the rubber and it was so much better I was afraid of myself. I was just afraid of myself."
Peggy moaned and rolled to her stomach. She parted her legs again and pressed her loins against the bed. She lay there and rocked herself up and down against the mattress. Her fleshy buttocks churned tight and she whimpered again with longing.
Peggy closed her eyes tighter. She raised her hips and parted her legs wider.
"Come into me again, Joey. I won't stop you this time," she said.
Peggy's tangled hair spilled over the pillow. She turned and slowly lowered her hips to the bed again. She rolled to her back and the thrill mounted inside her. She drew back her legs and curled her fingers under her knees. She pulled her legs back hard and worked her shoulders under them. Then she reached down and lovingly touched the edges of her mound. She moved her fingers over the ragged edges. She then slipped them down between her tight and stretched buttocks. She touched the thick ridge of her anus.
"I was so lonely for you. I was so lonely for you," she said as she moved her fingers over the ridge and toyed.
Peggy moved her fingers back to her mound. She touched the moist cleavage. Gently she touched and found the entrance. She dipped one finger into the tight channel and wiggled it against the walls.
Peggy's breath hissed through her teeth. Her eyes closed tight. Her jaws tightened and she drew her lips across her teeth with pain.
Peggy's eyes moved and opened. She looked down. Her legs were stretched back lewdly. Her buttocks were stretched apart. Her mound was pointed directly at her and she was shivering. From where she was she could see the moist lips parted and waiting. She could see the pink flesh hungry for the touch.
"Oh, Joey, I want to lie this way and let you look at me. I want to lie just like this and let you stare. I want you hungry. I want you as hungry as I. You were so good looking when you were hungry. You were so good looking when you were hard. It felt so hot when it was all the way up inside me. It felt so good when it was all the way up inside me," she said, whispering the words as though he were lying next to her or standing at the foot of the bed staring at her.
Peggy closed her eyes again. She could still feel the touch of his hands as he had touched her that night. She could still feel the dull thudding ache in her loins where he had pierced her. She could still feel the burning heat of his body against her, pressing her breasts. She could still feel the heaviness of his penis as he stood behind her with it between her buttocks.
Peggy rolled on the bed again. She pressed her breasts against the pillow. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against the soft material.
"I love you, Joey love you so much. I wanted you so much," she called as her hand again moved down the soft cleavage between her buttocks and touched the mound of her anus.
Peggy felt naughty again as she often did when she did this. The thrill rushed through her body and her breasts hardened. Her stomach tightened and a huge ball of tension collected over her loins. She could feel the tension working there and wanted so much to satisfy herself.
Peggy wiggled her finger, placing it into her body. She raised one leg and turned on her side.
She relaxed as much as possible against the pillow and touched her tiny penis of passion again. She forced her finger deeper into her body and moved her other hand.
The thrills mounted. She was tired and suddenly her body was swirling with need. She was tired and there was nothing stopping her. Even her mind would not tell her it was wrong. Even her mind would not stop the flood of desire that washed through her and arched her feet.
Peggy rolled to her back again. She drew her legs back. Again she stabbed one finger into her anus and pressed another into her vagina. She wiggled her fingers about and suddenly she was gasping.
"I need you, Joey. I need you, Joey," she cried out, forgetting where she was too carried away with her passion to really care about where she was.
Suddenly the door opened. Harriet, a short brunette poked her head into the room. Her eyes were heavy and laden with sleep. She blinked several times then she noticed her daughter lying there with her hand wedged between her buttocks and one finger moving in and out of her anus.
"Oh, it feels good," Peggy whispered, not noticing her mother standing there.
Harriet's eyes widened with horror. Her mouth fell open. She stood there and shook her head slightly, unable to believe what she was seeing. Then a pained expression crept across her face. Her lips curled with disgust. She shook her head violently and closed the door. She rushed to the bed and angrily jerked her daughter's leg.
"Stop that. Stop that, do you hear me? Stop that, you filthy little pig. Stop that right now, you disgusting little tramp," she cried as she leaned over the bed and started swinging her hands back and forth.
Peggy's hands flew to her face. Harriet's hand flew back and forth, cracking against her face. Peggy felt the sting of the palms and turned her head. She rolled slightly to her back and felt the hands slapping and snapping against her shoulders. The pain whizzed through her. The aches rushed down her legs and stopped her from breathing.
Harriet's eyes were narrowed with hatred. She stared at her daughter and almost robotically her hands flew back and forth. Large red blotches appeared on Peggy's soft shoulders and a bruise appeared on her arm.
Harriet stared at the girl's hair and her angry attitude grew. She reached out and stabbed her fingers into her hair. She twisted it hard and turned the girl's face toward her.
"You ever do that again and I'll kill you. You understand what I said. I ever see you touching yourself like that again and I'll kill you," she said as she jerked the girl's head up and slammed it angrily to the mattress.
Peggy felt her head snapping back and forth. It was almost weird. She felt as though she were not even a part of her body. In some distant corner of her mind she could feel the pain but it was detached. She lay there and for some reason she felt as though she wanted this. She lay there and for some reason she never protested as her mother cracked her hand loudly back and forth against Peggy's face again. Peggy lay there and no matter what she did she could not cry. No matter what she did the tears would not come out of her eyes.
Harriet was still above her. Her face was still a mask of anger and revulsion. She then widened her eyes voluntarily once and they came back into focus. She stared down at the girl's reddened face and slowly drew her hands back. She touched the edges of her robe and curled her fingers about it. She squeezed it tight, then turned her head away and dropped to the side of the bed.
Harriet sat there staring across the room. Her eyes again became cloudy but this time not with anger but sorrow. She stared at the wall across the room and huge tears started down her cheeks. Her lower lip started trembling violently. Her hands trembled and she brought them up to her face. She covered her face and closed her eyes. Then she blurted out a low sob and turned. She wilted against the bed and started weeping deep and violent sobs.
"Why? Why?" she asked.
Peggy heard her but couldn't say anything. She looked down at the frail sight of her mother and all she could feel was the pain in her cheeks. She turned on her side presenting her mother with her back and lay there uncaring, unwanting and unneeding.
Harriet raised up. She turned her head and glanced quickly at her daughter. Then she turned her head away and shook it defeatedly.
"I can't even look at you. I can't even look at my own daughter," she said as she rose and turned away.
Peggy rolled to her back. Harriet stepped to the door. Without saying another word Harriet opened the door and closed it behind her.
Peggy stared at the door for a moment and then she touched her face. She pressed her hand over the heated area on her cheeks where her mother had struck her and felt the tingle of pain. Then she pressed her palm there and closed her eyes. She smiled slightly without knowing the reason why and turned to her side.
"Oh, Joey, I wished I would have let you come. I wished I would have let you come in me. I'd give anything to feel a man come in me right about now. I would give anything to feel wanted right about now," she said as she turned on her stomach and pressed her face against the mattress.
From nearly six o'clock to eight-thirty she lay there-She listened and could hear the sounds of her parents in the other rooms of the house. She lay there and for the life of her she could not get up enough courage to get up and face them.
Another hour passed and she could hear them in their room. They were getting ready to go out. She lay there and soon she could hear the front door open and close as they went outside. A few seconds later she could hear the sounds of the car backing out of the drive.
Peggy sat up and stared at the door. She touched her fingers to her chin and shook her head. Every other morning her father had come into her room. Every other morning before they went out, he had come into her room to say something to her or wake her. But this morning he had not come in there. This morning, for the first time since she could remember, he had not come into her room.
Tears rushed to her eyes. Peggy got up and staggered to the hall. She walked into the front room in her nightie and stood there. She stared at the papers on his chair, then dropped into a large chair and slumped.
"Why didn't you come into my room?" she asked as she touched one edge of the paper he had been reading that morning.
Peggy got up and walked toward the mantel. A picture of her mother and father was there. She looked at the picture of her mother and Harriet was smiling softly. She looked at the soft face and the lovely dark eyes, then could not stand the sight of it any more.
Peggy turned about. Then she noticed the multi-colored pages of the funnies tucked in the paper on the floor. She walked across the room and picked the paper up. She looked at the heading.
Peggy's face went limp-It was Sunday. It was Sunday and they had left for church without her. Never before in her entire life had they left her alone like that. She had always gone to church with them.
Peggy sank into a fierce depression. She dropped to the large chair and lay there staring limply at the ceiling. For the life of her she could not understand her mother. She would never have guessed she would have told him. She never would have guessed she would have told her father what she had been doing.
Peggy closed her eyes and again large tears rushed down her cheeks. It tickled her about the mouth to feel them but she tortured herself again and did not brush them away. She left them there to hang and make her deliciously uncomfortable.
Peggy closed her eyes tighter. She wished the damn thudding inside her would stop. She wished the hammering of her heart would end and everything would become peaceful and quiet.
There was a knock on the door. Peggy opened her eyes and got up. She stepped toward the small front hallway half hoping it was Joey. She stepped inside the hallway and leaned toward the door.
"Joey, is that you?" she called through the door.
Without warning the door boomed open. Peggy shot back with fear and stood there frozen. Looming in the light in the door was not Joey but his mother, Sylvia. She was standing there and her face was twisted with anger. Her eyes were narrowed and tight. She looked just like Peggy's mother had looked a few hours ago.
Peggy trembled and ran her hands over her arms.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Sylvia looked over her shoulder at the driveway. She stepped into the house and closed the door.
"I noticed everyone was gone and came over. There was only one thing I wanted to do this morning. I thought about it for most of the night," she said as she stepped toward the girl.
"What was it?" Peggy asked naively.
Without warning Sylvia's hand flew through the air. It cracked against Peggy's face. Peggy's head shot back and her eyes squinted closed. She growled and turned about. She slapped her hands to her face and closed her eyes as tight as possible. Then the life drained out of her knees and she toppled to the floor.
Sylvia stepped forward angrily.
"You're a pig. You're a filthy pig. You keep away from my son. You keep away and keep those filthy hands off him. You just keep your filthy rotten hands off him or I'll never stop blabbing to your parents about it. I swear I never will," Sylvia said as she stepped back, opened the door and closed it behind her.
Peggy turned about on her knees. She stared at the door. Again tears started down her cheeks and she shook her head slightly back and forth.
"That little bastard told. That little bastard went home to his mother and told. That little bastard went home and told her," she blurted before she slumped to the floor and started sobbing again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Alica was standing at the front window several days later. She peered out across the street. She could see the small house where Peggy lived and she could also see the young girl sitting limply on the porch in the driveway with her head bent and her eyes staring directly ahead.
Alica looked at the girl's thick calves again and moaned. Her panties were already soaked as they had been for nearly half an hour. Her breasts were jutted strongly against her house-dress.
"What a doll she is," Alica said as she turned about.
Joey was sitting on the sofa. His eyes were closed and he was relaxing. When he heard her speak, he opened his eyes and cocked his head to one side.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
Alica turned from the window. She wandered back to the table in front of the sofa. She reached for her cigarettes and lit one. She took a deep puff, then turned about and looked at the window again.
"I'm talking about Peggy. She's a little doll. That face of hers is something out of this world," she said as she looked at the girl again.
Joey reached out. He touched the back of Alica's knee and drew her forward. Slowly he moved his hand up one of her legs. He reached between her legs and touched the thick mound. He slid his hand along the cleavage. He then parted the lips and pushed one finger slowly into her vagina.
Alica shivered with excitement and turned her head. Again she looked at the girl. This time her knees turned to water. She felt them growing weaker and whirled about. She lowered herself to the sofa. His finger popped out of her body and quickly she pulled his hand back. She placed it over her soaked mound and pressed it tight.
Joey moved his hand about on her mound. Alica stared at the girl and soon she was thinking again. She could almost see that little angel lying there. She could almost see that little angel completely naked.
Alica dropped her head back to the sofa and closed her eyes.
"Did you like it when you did it to her?" she asked softly.
Joey's hand stopped on her body. Slowly he pulled his fingers away. He turned in his seat and peered over the bottom sill of the window. He looked at the floor for a moment.
"There is no point in lying. I liked it she nearly drove me crazy. At the time I didn't understand it but I got mad because I wanted her so much. If I didn't want her that much I never would have gotten mad," he said softly, thoughtfully.
Alica turned to him eagerly. She pressed her hand on his knee and squeezed.
"You could have her. All you have to do is use the pills I have. All you would have to do is drop them into something she is drinking and you could have her. She would do anything you wanted if you used the pills. She would do anything you said, anything under the sun," Alica said as she moved her hand up and down his leg trying to stir his imagination.
Joey looked down at himself. His penis started pushing against his trousers. Before an instant passed he was making a tent out of the material.
Joey turned his eyes up and looked across the street. His face narrowed with thought. He stared at the girl for a moment then shook his head.
Joey reached to the sides of his body. He pushed himself out of the chair and wandered to the window. He stared again and again he shook his head.
"I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it," he said softly.
Alica got up. She walked into the kitchen. She opened the door to the cupboard and reached inside. She found the small bottle of pills and turned about. She walked back into the front room and stepped alongside him.
"All you would have to do is drop them into her drink. Just get her to drink something and drop the pills. I guarantee that the next time she would never turn you off. She would not be the same way she had been."
Joey turned and looked at the pills in her hand. Reluctantly he reached up and touched the bottle. He curled his fingers about them as though he were afraid and pulled the bottle from her hand. He held the bottle in his palm and looked down at them again.
Joey stared at the bottle for a moment then looked across the street at the girl. He looked at her for a long moment, then turned about and wandered across the room. Pensively he lowered himself onto the sofa and sat there. He tossed the pills in his hand slightly then caught them and squeezed the bottle tight.
Joey looked at his hand again then shook his head.
"I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it. I don't know why, but the idea of that just unnerves me. I could never do that to her," he said softly.
Alica moaned and rushed across the room. She dropped to the sofa next to him. Calculating her movement, she placed her hand high on his thigh. She pressed her fingers against his soft leg. She then moved them slowly up and touched him right near his erection.
"She would love it. You know she would love it," she said.
Joey turned in his seat.
"How could you tell she would love it. How on earth could you ever tell that."
Alica drew her hand away from his leg. "What did she do with you? What did she do?"
Joey turned and looked at her lovely blue eyes for a moment. Then he bowed his head and turned. Again he pushed himself from the sofa and got up. He walked to the window and stood there staring pensively at the girl. His dark eyes became fuzzy and he stood there thinking.
"She touched it. I think she liked touching it. She wanted to do that when we went to the drive in."
"Then what?"
"I took her to the beach. I started doing it to her, then she stopped."
"Why did she stop?" Alica asked, sensing that she was getting closer to the answer to her problems.
Joey touched his fingers to his chin. He stared off into space a moment, then turned about. When he turned his face was limp with thought. He stared at the floor then shrugged.
"I can't seem to remember why she stopped," he said.
Alica got up and walked to him. She grabbed his shoulders. Gingerly she jerked him slightly, trying to unlock his mind, trying to get him to think.
"You must know the answer. What did you do that stopped her. You said she let you get into her. You said she let you do it. What made her stop?" she asked as she released him.
Joey stepped back and turned about. He looked at the brunette sitting on the porch again then shrugged. He turned from the window and wandered to the desk. He stood behind one wooden chair and laced his fingers over the back of it. He squeezed his hands tight, then turned about.
"I took off the rubber. She was doing fine. We were doing fine and I took off the rubber. When she saw it she flipped her mind. I got into her again but this time she went crazy. Before I knew what happened she got up and was running to the car," he said.
Alica took a deep satisfied breath and slapped her hands against her legs. She shook her head with mild disgust and walked to where he was standing. She placed one hand on his chest and looked into his large dark eyes, shaking her head at his naivete.
"No wonder she got scared, you fool. You could have ruined her. What do you think a girl like that would do if she found out she was pregnant? Do you think she loves anyone enough to go through that? No woman does," Alica said softly.
Joey walked to the window again. He looked across the street. Peggy was still sitting there just looking down at the driveway.
Joey shook his head at himself and turned about.
"What a stupid ass I was. I did have it. I had everything I wanted and blew it. If I hadn't lost my head I would still have her," he said softly.
Alica rushed to his side. She grabbed his hand and turned him to face her.
"You can still have her. You could still have her any way you wanted. I would be willing to bet if you used the pills, no matter what she was thinking she would want you. She takes one of these and nothing on earth can stop her from wanting you," she said.
Joey drew back slightly and a small smile came to his lips. He touched the side of her face and looked into her large blue eyes. Then lightly, ever so lightly, he moved his fingers down her face. He touched her mouth and ran his fingers over her lips. He touched her lightly then slipped his hand down her chest to her breast. He curled his hand against the heated mound and squeezed.
"I get the impression that maybe you aren't just interested in my sex life. Somehow I get the idea that you are interested in something else," he said as he managed a small laugh.
Alica touched her hand to his and pressed it once. Then she removed it and turned about. She walked into the bathroom and reached into the towel cupboard. She found the thick volume of pictures she had taken through the years and wandered back into the room.
Alica walked to the sofa and sat down. She opened the book and looked up. Joey was standing over her shoulder looking down.
When she saw that he was interested, Alica turned the pages. She found one page that showed her and a small brunette lying there wrapped in each other's arms. She held the page open and looked up.
"That would be her. You could stand there and watch her and I like you did with Bonnie and I. You could stand there and get all eager.
Then you could come to the bed and she would roll over. She would be ready. She would be so ready for you and warm. You could lie on that warm body and I bet you wouldn't have to move a muscle. I bet she would be so eager she would do everything under the sun to be with you," she said softly, hoping her words were having the effect she so desperately wanted.
Joey looked at the pages in the book, then turned about. He walked to the window and stared out. He looked at the girl for a moment then he turned his head and bowed it. He stared at the floor for a moment then looked up.
"You really think that was the only reason she stopped. You really think she would have gone all the way if I hadn't taken off the rubber?" he asked softly.
Alica folded the book closed and pushed it to one side. She curled her hands together in front of her and squeezed them tight.
"Of course. If she did those other things she is ready. If she let you touch her she was hoping that you would lead her. She wanted but she was afraid of what she wanted. She wanted you to lead her but she got afraid when you took it off. It's that simple. It's just that simple."
Again Joey looked down at the pills in his hand. He stared at the small bottle for a long moment. Then he looked over his shoulder at the window.
"I do want her. There's no getting around the fact that I want her. I just can't seem to think of anything else. Even though I have the both of you every time I'm doing it I want her. I imagine myself doing those things with her. It sounds terrible but even when I'm doing it with you I can't stop thinking of how it had been with her," he said again.
Alica climbed from the sofa and walked to him. She placed her hand gently on his shoulder. She turned him about and when his head was bowed, she touched his chin. She lifted his head and stared into his eyes. Then she smiled softly and touched her lips to his chin.
"Why don't you go over there and drop them into her glass. Just get her to drink something and you will have her. Just get her to drink something and you will have her."
Joey stepped back again and looked at the pills. Then he turned and looked at the window. He stared at Peggy for a long moment then slowly he nodded his head.
"She did want it. She did want it," he said softly.
Joey turned and looked at Alica for a moment, then nodded. He pulled away from her and walked to the front door. He looked down at the pills in his hand then stuffed them into his pocket and opened the door.
When she saw he was on his way, Alica rushed to the window. She stood there and her entire body started trembling. She got so weak she had to hold onto the sill to steady herself.
"I can have anything I want. I can have anything on this earth I want," she said as she watched Joey walk across the street and enter the driveway.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Joey reached the driveway and stopped. Peggy was still sitting on the porch. Her head was bowed and she hadn't yet seen him approach. Her eyes were downcast and she looked somewhat sorrowed about something.
Joey looked down at her calves. She was wearing a short skirt which came above her knees. Her knees and lower legs were exposed and the sight of them sent a thrill rushing through him.
Joey reached down and touched the cylinder in his pocket. He trembled as he thought of what he was about to do. He felt a bit shy about it but he counted on the fact that she had really wanted it the other night. If she had not wanted it she would never have let him do it to her. If she had not wanted it she would never have let him take her to the beach or undress her the way he had.
Thinking of this and becoming somewhat less afraid, Joey walked toward her. He stopped a few feet from the porch and stood there waiting for her to turn and see him.
When she didn't turn, Joey ventured ahead.
He came up to about six feet from her and stopped.
"Peggy," he said softly.
Peggy turned her head slowly and raised it. She looked up into his large dark eyes and for a moment a small smile came across her lips. Then the smile on her face slowly vanished and she turned her head back to a downward position and stared at the driveway.
"What do you want?" she asked angrily.
Joey reeled back slightly. He turned about. He was about to give up and then turned again and faced her.
"I'm sorry about the other night. I'm sorry things worked out the way they did. I was kind of stupid. I wanted you so much I just couldn't think," he said softly.
Peggy turned and jumped to her feet. She leaned over and her face twisted in anger. Her lips curled and she shook her fists slightly at her sides.
"You couldn't think. It seems you thought pretty good when you got home. It seems you thought about a lot of things when you were talking to your mother, doesn't it?" she said as she turned and started up the porch toward the door.
Joey rushed forward. He slammed his hand against the door. He pushed it closed before she got it completely open and turned. He looked at her and pushed her back slightly.
"What are you talking about when I got home?"
Peggy whirled her back to him. She folded her arms angrily before her and closed her eyes.
"Don't give me that stuff. You couldn't wait to tell mother. You just had to come home and tell your mother everything that went on. You didn't have the decency to keep your mouth shut," she exploded.
Joey touched her shoulder hard and jerked her about. He gripped her tiny chin in his fingers and stared into her eyes. She turned her head but he jerked her back and stared again.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
Peggy pulled her face away. She wrenched herself free and turned about.
"You know what I'm talking about. You told your mother. She came over the next day and went nuts. She caught me in the front room and slapped me for what I had done to you," she said softly.
"Slapped you? What do you mean, she slapped you?" he asked.
Peggy whirled about angrily and shook her hands again.
"That's exactly what I mean. She came over here and slapped me. She told me if I ever touched you again she would tell my parents. She said if I ever touched you again she would never stop until she had told them everything," she exclaimed.
Peggy turned her back to him again. She pressed her hands over her face and moaned. Then she drew her hands away from her face, huge tears streamed down her cheeks. She staggered off the porch and walked up the driveway.
She slumped against the garage and whimpered softly.
"What a pig I was. I was such a pig," she said as she rolled against the wall and closed her eyes.
Joey walked to her. He touched her shoulder and turned her about. He looked at her soft eyes and touched the tears away. Then he traced his fingers down her cheek and touched her lips.
"I didn't tell her. I never said a word about it. She asked where I was and I couldn't tell her I was at Alica's," he said.
The second he said the words Joey stopped. The blood drained from his cheeks. He looked at the girl then turned his back and cursed at himself under his breath.
Peggy turned and faced his back. She cocked her head to one side suspiciously.
"You were at Alica's. You mean you went to Alica's after you were with me. You went over there. You mean across the street with that new woman who just moved into the neighborhood," Peggy asked, apparently unable to comprehend what was going on.
Joey shrugged and slapped his hands on his legs. He turned about imploring her with is expression.
. "I needed it. I got so worked up with you I needed something. I came across the yard to see you and she was there."
Peggy stepped forward.
"You went to bed with her?! " she asked, her face becoming limp and gaunt as she stared at him.
Joey turned his back and shrugged. He looked at the house across the street then turned about. He slapped his hands against his legs and bowed his head shyly.
"I needed something. I needed it so bad. You got me worked up and left me there. I was nearly out of my mind. I had to do something," he said, hoping against hope that she would understand.
Peggy shook her head. She backed up slightly. She stared at him and her head moved back and forth ever so slightly.
"God, I hate you. I hate you so much. I don't think I ever hated anyone as much as I hate you," she said as she dropped her hands defeatedly to her side and turned about.
Joey felt terrible and walked to her. Shyly he reached up. He placed his hand on her shoulder and curled his fingers there. He squeezed her gently and checked to see what her reaction would be.
Peggy stood there and did nothing for an instant. Then her head rocked back slightly and a grimace flashed across her face. Her dark eyes closed slightly and she moaned.
"Get your hand off me. Get your hand off me," she said softly.
Joey looked at his fingers. Instead of moving them away from her shoulders he moved them back and forth toward her neck. He hoped the small gesture would calm her. He hoped that she would understand what was going on in his mind. He hoped that she would understand how much he wanted her.
Peggy reached up gently. She touched his hand lightly. She curled her fingers about his and held them. Then her nails touched his fingers. She pressed her nails harder and harder and soon they were biting into his flesh, sending pain rushing up his arm. Then she snapped her hand down and jerked away from him. She turned and faced him. She leaned and her face twisted with mute anger.
"You ever touch me again and I'll kill you. You ever so much as look at me cross-eyed and I'll kill you," she said as she turned.
Briskly, without turning back, Peggy climbed the steps to the porch. She jerked open the door and slammed it violently behind her. She stepped away from the door on the inside and disappeared.
Joey turned and started down the driveway, driveway.
Listless he walked across the street. He opened the door to Alica's house and stepped inside. Alica was standing at the window and when she turned he could see the disappointment on her face.
Joey shrugged and entered the living room. He walked to the sofa and flopped. Then he turned on one side and reached into his pocket. He pulled the pills out of his trousers and placed them on the table.
"I just couldn't. She got angry and left. I never saw her so angry before in all my life," he said.
Alica walked to the sofa and sat down. "She was angry because she still wants you. She doesn't like herself for wanting you but she wants you. You should have gone into the house after her. She would have let you do it. She just wants you to coax her again. She just wants you to convince her," she said as she moved her hand up and down on his legs.
Joey reached down. He undid his trousers and pushed the flaps aside. He jerked open his shorts and shoved them down.
"Touch me," he asked as he parted his legs.
Alica turned and faced him more completely. She touched his knee and moved her hand up his legs. She turned her hand up and lightly touched his testicles. She lifted them, then released them and moved her hand slowly between his buttocks. Lightly her fingers played with him and then she moved them back. She touched the hard underside of his penis with her fingertips and drew them slowly up until she touched the sensitive area beneath his head.
Joey trembled and turned on the sofa. He fought his trousers and shorts off his ankles and they dropped to the floor. He wiggled back on the sofa and parted his legs wide. He drew his knees back and waited. Alica turned, moved down to his feet. She smiled as she looked at his penis and found it hard. She touched his knees and gently moved her soft palms along the inner sides of his legs. She framed his testicles with her hands, then slipped her hands lovingly across his belly and up to his chest. Then she drew them down again and moved her palms along the underside of his penis. She drew her hands away and leaned over. Lightly she touched her lips to the sensitive area below the knob and gave him a hundred kisses there. When she was through she rubbed her cheek against the underside lovingly. She held the knob and pressed the length of his penis against her face. She turned her head and lightly she rained soft kisses along the hard underside of his penis, then turned about. She leaned and lightly touched her lips to the inner sides of his legs. She moved his testicles aside and kissed him gently.
Joey twisted his head to one side. The tension inside him was terrifying. He had never felt himself as hard as he was now. He felt as though his penis were made out of lead. He lay there and he was throbbing and with each throb there was a dull ache. Above his loins his stomach was knotted hard. The nerves in his lower stomach were scrambled tight and eager.
Joey pressed his lips across his teeth and groaned softly. He jerked his hips slightly and brushed himself against her. The thrills mounted but he let them mount. He wanted to be eager with her. He wanted to be harder than he had ever been with her. He wanted to need her desperately before he touched her.
Alica continued moving her lips over his legs. Joey strained them wider apart and tilted his hips toward her. His hands tightened on the edges of the cushions under him. His fingers squeezed so hard they turned white. He trembled from head to foot, then pulled his legs back hard.
Alica leaned forward again. She touched her lips to his tightened buttocks and turned her head. She peppered his tight ass with kisses then moved her finger lightly over the cleavage, rubbing it gently on his anus. Joey nearly went crazy and started jerking about. His feet kicked in the air. His head flew back. He reached down and slapped his hands to his buttocks. He wrenched himself hard and groaned.
Her finger touched and teased him but never did what he wanted. Joey groaned and started twisting his hips. His legs worked about and he wiggled down against her soft hand.
Alica turned and smiled. Lovingly she moved her hand between his legs. She touched his hardened testicles and moved her palm over the underside. Then she curled her long fingers about his penis and drew them up. She passed her hand along the length of his body and moved it away.
"Now you'll have to do something," she said softly as she got up.
For an instant Joey was too stirred up to think. He had heard her but his mind could not make out what she had said. He opened his moist eyes and she was hovering over him. He reached out and touched her naked knee. She pulled her leg back and turned. As he reached again she started out of the room. An instant later he heard a door slam.
Joey sat up. In mock confusion he sat there. He stared at the tiny bottle then smiled. He got up and walked out of the room. He opened the door to the bathroom where he thought she had gone and the bathroom was empty. He turned and walked down the hall. He tried the door to the bedroom and his face went limp with desperation. The door was locked. She had locked herself in the bedroom.
Joey tightened his fingers on the knob. He turned it one way and the other. He pushed against it hard and tried to free the door from the jamb. He shoved with all his might but the door never moved.
Angrily Joey jerked back and forth. His face twisted with passion and frustration.
"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!" he cried.
Joey tried the door again but it never budged. Angrily he slammed his body against it but he was not strong enough, not heavy enough, to break it. He slammed himself again and again, and after several tries all he succeeded in doing was to make his shoulder sore.
Joey reached up and rubbed the tender spot on his shoulder. Then he reached down and touched his massive erection. He curled his fingers about it and tried to strangle the need out of his body. But as he touched it the heat of his own hand only inflamed him more. He touched the knob and his teeth gritted hard. His eyes became moist. His heart started hammering violently in his chest as though he were about to explode.
Joey jerked the door handle again and still it never budged. Angrily he pulled back and slammed his fist against the wall.
"I hate you, you bitch! I hate you, you bitch!" he cried.
The instant he said the words his face went limp. He staggered back and turned to look at the windows. Peggy had just said the same thing. She had just said the same words to him.
Joey ran into the front room. He snatched up his trousers and pulled them on. He worked them up and fought his hardness inside them. He pressed his erection down hard and started for the door. When he reached the door he turned and the pills were on the table.
Suddenly he understood he would have no need for the pills. Suddenly he understood he would have no need for anything on earth.
Angrily Joey jerked the door open. He walked outside and stalked his way across the street. He walked directly into the driveway and reached the door to her house.
Joey was about to knock but decided against it. The car was gone, Peggy's parents were both out.
Quietly, Joey opened the door. He stepped into the kitchen and it was empty. He walked into the front room and boldly undid his trousers. His penis pushed out and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The room was quiet. He could hear the silence crackling against his ear. He turned and the hall was only a few feet away. The door to one of the rooms was closed.
Trembling, Joey walked into the hall. He touched the knob and turned it gently. Then he pushed the door slightly and stopped dead in his tracks.
Peggy was lying on the bed completely naked. Her knees were drawn back hard. Her shoulders were worked around the undersides of her knees.
Her finger was buried all the way inside her anus. Her other hand was working on her mound and one finger was stabbing deeply.
Peggy's head was moving back and forth. Her face was contorted with passion. Her mouth was hanging open. Her cheeks were red. She turned her head and her eyes moved. Suddenly then, she noticed him standing at the door. She looked up and he was staring at her buttocks.
Peggy looked to his face. When she saw the expression of need in his eyes she closed her own eyes. A small smile came across her lips and her finger moved gently in and out.
"My mother thinks I'm a pig," she said.
Joey staggered toward the bed. Peggy turned her head and opened her eyes. She smiled again and her finger moved in and out. Then her eyes narrowed and she smiled broadly.
"What do you think of me?" she asked.
Joey couldn't speak. He moved to the bed and crawled on his knees. He moved up between her legs and watched her finger move out of her vagina. He stared at the moist entrance and touched his knob against it. He pushed and slowly his penis glided into her moistness. He gripped her shoulders and pulled against her. His penis swept completely inside and he shoved her legs out of the way.
"When I was doing her I wanted to do you," he said as he felt himself sinking into the tight sheath until his belly was pressed against her.
Peggy shivered and her hands moved on his back. She pulled him against her and her cheek rubbed against his face. She closed her eyes and touched her lips to his ear.
"What did you do with her?" she asked.
"Everything a man can do with a woman I did with her," Joey said as he felt himself moving about in her softness.
Peggy's hands moved up and down his back. She pressed herself against him tightly. Her legs wrapped about his hips and she hugged him desperately.
"That's what I want you to do with me. Everything a man can do with a woman I want you to do with me."
Joey trembled and drew back.
"I saw two women do it, too," he said as he looked at her large brown eyes.
"Did you like it?" Peggy asked.
"Loved it," he responded.
Peggy closed her eyes and smiled. She pulled his head against her shoulder and pressed the back of it.
"I think we'll have a lot of things in common. We like so many things together. I'm glad you saw me masturbating. I don't feel afraid any more. I don't feel in the least bit afraid any more."
Joey moved and his penis scraped along her softness. The thrills mounted, his passion soared. His hands tightened on her shoulders and he pulled himself deeper into the tightness.
"I want to come in you," he said.
Peggy shivered against him and smiled.
"I've been stealing birth control pills ever since the other night. I knew I couldn't live without it. I hated that damned rubber so much I wanted to scream," she whispered.
Joey trembled as he heard her speaking the truth. He wrapped his arms tightly about her and as he moved he felt free. When he had to groan he groaned. When he had to shiver he shivered.
"Yours was so much tighter than hers was," he said as he climbed to his elbows and looked between her legs.
He moved back and forth. Peggy's hips worked up against him. She wiggled in time with him and small inarticulate moans rushed her mouth.
"It feels good. It's better than the last time."
Joey thrilled when he heard her again. He dropped to her and eagerly kissed the side of her face.
"We'll do everything, you and I. No holding back. We never have to hold back again," she said.
Peggy swelled up against him. Suddenly he was closed in by her softness. She was wiggling violently beneath him and everything was swirling. His passion was near the exploding point. He closed his eyes. He pulled her shoulders hard and buried himself. When his seed came, she parted her legs and pressed against him. Her hands gripped his buttocks and pulled him deeper.
Joey wrenched through his climax and dropped limply to her body. He was going to ask if she had finished but looked down and her expression of pure contentment told him exactly what he wanted to know.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The room was semi-dark. The curtains on the windows were drawn. The sun was speaking against them but little light entered the room.
Alica lay there quietly. Her housedress was above her knees. She was on her stomach and her face was resting against the mattress.
Alica turned over. She looked at her hand and remembered how it had felt to touch him. She remembered the eager hardness of his penis and the trembling of his body.
Alica closed her eyes and touched her hand to her breast. She squeezed it gently, then pushed aside her robe. She looked at her breast and curled her fingers around the base. She squeezed it again, watching the nipple rise hard and eager.
Alica reached down. She undid the buttons on her housedress and pushed the material aside. She then moved her fingers over the soft folds of her stomach. She touched the moist moss between her legs and dipped her fingers. She wiggled them against her lips and parted them. She reached inside and touched the swollen nipple of passion.
Alica's breath gusted through her mouth. She closed her eyes tight and moaned. Her hips started working against her fingers and she moved her hand down. She parted her legs wide and stuffed her middle fingers inside her vagina.
Alica threw her head back. She closed her eyes tight and held her hand between her legs. She worked her hips against her hand and moved the other hand over one breast and the other. She touched the swollen nipples with her palms and whimpered again as tiny fingers of need rushed along her stomach and knifed between her legs.
Alica turned her head again. She opened her eyes and looked at the door. A few minutes ago she could have done without him but as she thought about Joey her mind worked against her. Her body was warmed now and she wanted him. She wanted him just like he had been on the sofa. She wanted him just like he had been.
Alica moved her hands away from her body and sat up. She reached up and gently she pushed her housecoat off her shoulders. She got up and staggered to the bedroom door. She turned the key and left the room.
Alica entered the front room. She had not heard him leave the house and half expected to see him sitting there. When she saw the empty sofa and the pills on the table she moaned. She turned and walked into the kitchen. She looked about, then stepped into the stairwell leading to the basement.
"Joey, are you down there, Joey?" she called.
There was no sound and instantly she felt depressed. He had left the house and was gone. He had not taken the pills so that meant that he didn't go back over there.
Alica turned about and slapped her hands against her legs. She stepped to the window in the kitchen and peered out. She looked at Peggy's house and again she felt the tingles. She would so love to have that girl. She would so love to do things with her.
Alica turned her head and walked into the front room. She lowered herself to the sofa and stared at the bottle of pills on the table. She reached and picked them up, then closed her hands around them.
She had had so many people in her life. She had made so much love but she still felt uncertain. No matter how many people she made love to she was always worried about next week. She remembered back and knew the reason. She remembered back and always she was just getting used to someone when suddenly for one of a multitude of reasons she would have to leave. Ever since she started it years ago with Paula and her husband and had to leave them, she felt uncertain.
Alica turned and looked at the thick volume on the sofa. She opened the book and glanced at the pictures. She thumbed her way through the pages and recalled at the time that in every situation she had always been able to find someone. In every situation she had moved into she had always been able to find people that wanted to fuck her in her fashion.
Alica turned her head and shook it slowly. Then if that be the case, why couldn't she relax. Why couldn't she feel confident that she would have what she wanted. Why couldn't she just let things go and forget about it. Why did she have to press for more and more?
Alica bowed her head and settled back against the sofa.
"What drives me like this?" she asked as she recalled the events of the last few weeks and recalled the fierce love-making she had had.
Alica remembered Bonnie. It had been a snap with her. She remembered Bonnie's husband, he had come to her willingly. She remembered Joey and he had been no challenge whatever.
Alica looked up and stared out the window. The only real challenge she had seen was the girl across the street. That was the only real test she had. The girl was over there and in a few weeks Alica had not gotten close to her. Alica wanted her but had never even gotten close to her.
Alica looked at the pills lying next to her and picked them up. She held them in her hand and stared at them.
Even the pills made things ever so easy. Even the pills with all their magic however, never seemed to make her feel calm. No matter what door was open for her she never felt as though anything was completely certain. No matter how easy things were she never felt that she would always have what she wanted. It appeared that she was always hungry for more. She was always hungry for some new challenge.
Alica turned and looked at the house across the street. Perhaps in that house was the challenge. Perhaps what Joey had said that morning about the girl being reluctant was what she was looking for.
Alica turned and stretched out on the sofa. She lay there and stared at the ceiling.
She wanted the girl. She could go after her. She should go after her.
Alica tapped her fingers against the sofa. Even though she had made her mind up to the fact that she wanted the girl and thought she could have her, she still didn't feel confident. She was still worried. If her husband came home and told her they had to move again she would have to start all over.
"Dammit," Alica said as she dropped her hands to her sides and lay there limply.
Alica closed her eyes for a moment. Then she heard something at the door. The front door opened and she turned her head. The young girl from across the street entered the front room and turned about. Following her, Joey stepped into the room. As Alica lay there Joey walked to the front window. He pulled the curtains closed and turned about. Alica turned her head and lay there limply. The girl started undoing her blouse and tossed it off. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. Her pointy breasts popped free and the nipples were small and exciting.
Peggy worked her bra down her arms and off. She turned and smiled at Joey again. Then she reached the side of her skirt. She undid the button and pushed the material down her legs.
Peggy was naked and came to the sofa. Alica never raised a hand but just lay there. Peggy looked at Joey for one moment then settled beside the woman on the sofa. She reached up and gently pushed the housecoat out of the way.
Peggy touched the side of Alica's face.
"Joey wants to see me make love to you," she said quietly.
Alica looked at the girl but felt nothing at all. She stared at the breasts which had inflamed her before but there was nothing in the sight of them to inflame her now. She looked down at the thick dark triangle and there was no excitement in the sight of that, either. She looked at the wrinkles on the girl's soft belly but felt nothing, absolutely nothing at all.
Alica turned her head and moaned. As Peggy's fingers traced a path down her chest and touched her breast she felt a shiver but it was not of excitement. For some reason it was so simple that all fire was gone. For some reason it was so simple she hated the touch of the girl.
Alica reached up. She touched the girl's hand as it touched her breast. Gently she lifted her hand away and sat up.
"I'm not in the mood for that right now," she said as she moved down on the sofa and got up.
Alica walked out of the room and entered her bedroom. She closed the door and stepped to the bed. She sat there and stared at the floor for a moment, then dropped herself back limply and gazed at the ceiling.
"Shit," she said as she lay there feeling the strength drain out of her arms and legs.
Alica lay there for almost half an hour without the will to move. Disgruntedly, hating her attitude, she sat up trying to manufacture some enthusiasm. She looked at the door and limply got up. She stepped to the door and walked down the hall.
Peggy and Joey were in the next bedroom. Joey was lying on his back with his legs parted wide. His hands were behind his head. Peggy was kneeling beside him and her hands were soothing his stomach. Her lips were moving rapidly up and down his monstrous penis.
"Just let me love you," she said as she darted kisses along the underside of his penis, turned and consumed him lovingly.
Peggy lowered her head and raised it slowly. She teased him with her lips then started making love to him eagerly. Her hand curled about the base of his penis and she held him. She then drew back and gazed at his penis for a moment.
"I wanted to do this to you on the beach. I wanted so much to do this to you but was so afraid. My mother would kill me if she ever found out," Peggy said as she turned and looked at Joey.
Joey reached down and patted the side of Peggy's face.
"I'm sorry my mom hit you the other day. She is just that way. She hates anything to do with sex. She hates it when I go out. She hated it when I was late that night. She jumped to a conclusion."
Peggy continued holding him and looked down at his penis.
"She was so angry. I never saw anyone so angry before. I could just look at her and feel the disgust she felt for me. I could look at her and know she hated me," she said.
Joey dropped his head back and closed his eyes.
"She always did hate sex. No one has been near her in years. I can't remember anyone being around her in years. I can't remember anyone trying to get close to her. It just seems that sex isn't even a part of her life," he said softly.
Alica was out in the hall and staggered against the wall. Instantly her hands started shaking. Her stomach knotted again. Her breasts surged hard and violently. She looked down at her fingers and smiled. It was the first time since he had left the house to go for Peggy that she felt this way. It was the first time she had been eager since he left.
Alica turned and walked into her room. She stepped to the closet. She found her skirt, blouse and bra. Hurriedly she donned them and stepped into her shoes. She stepped out down the hall and stopped at the door to the other bedroom.
Peggy and Joey were lying on their sides. Joey's head was buried between the girl's legs. His hands were flattened against her buttocks. Peggy was lying there with her lips around his penis. Her hair was splashing over the mattress and he was moving his hips. Slowly he moved toward her as her hand rested on his hip, steadying him.
Alica turned from the door and stepped across the room. She found the small bottle of pills and left the house. She opened the fence and stepped down the alley toward Joey's house.
When she reached the fence behind Joey's house she stopped. The house was small and white just like her own. Behind it clothes were hanging on the line. The windows were clean and crisp curtains were neatly hung inside. In the kitchen she could see a small light.
Alica stepped into the yard. She walked to the door and stepped upon the porch. She leaned against the window and tapped her fingers lightly on the pane.
Inside Sylvia was sitting at a small sewing machine. She drew back from the dress she was working on and took her glasses off. She brushed back her long dark hair and squinted her eyes, trying to see through the glass door.
Sylvia then moved her chair back and got up. She wiped her hands on her apron and stepped through the kitchen. She reached the door and opened it, stepping back and out of the way.
Alica looked up. Sylvia's face was narrow and nice. Her eyes were large and soft. Her hair was swept back rather untidily but she still looked attractive. She was a bit older than most of the others Alica had had but she was still nice looking.
"Hello, I'm Alica. I live across the way. I've been trying to make the rounds and get to know as many people as I can."
"I'm Sylvia Sanders. Won't you please come in?" Sylvia said as she stepped back to admit the woman.
Alica shivered with anticipation and stepped into the kitchen. Sylvia turned about and walked to the sewing machine. She turned off the light and turned about.
"I was just getting a dress ready for work. I had the day off and decided I should try and do something constructive," she said as she wrung her hands in front of her as though she were nervous.
Alica stepped across the room and looked at the dress lying on the machine. She then noticed the small cup of coffee nearby and her hands started shaking. Alica touched the side of one pocket and felt the bulge of the pill bottle. She closed her fingers about it gently and turned about.
"I used to like to sew. I could always get everything but the hem," she said softly.
Sylvia reached up and brushed her hair back.
"That's where I run into problems. I have to get someone to give me a hand. I can never seem to get it straight," she said as she stepped into the kitchen again.
Sylvia walked to the cupboard and reached for a cup. She turned to the stove and picked up the pot.
"You drink coffee, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," Alica said as she turned her back to the woman. Alica with her back to Sylvia, reached into her pocket. Trembling from head to toe, she found the pills. She undid the cap and poured two into her hand. Then she turned and while she was still smiling she touched the rim of Sylvia's cup behind her. She dropped the pills into the dark liquid and turned again. Alica stood there. The coffee bubbled slightly for a moment. The bubbles finally disappeared and the liquid was returned to normal.
Alica then stepped to Sylvia. Sylvia turned and handed her the cup. Sylvia smiled graciously and walked to the machine. She took her cup and they walked into the living room. Sylvia took a seat on the sofa and Alica found a chair across the room.
Alica was preoccupied. She looked at the cup in Sylvia's hand.
Sylvia was holding it gently. Then Sylvia lifted the cup to her lips. She took a deep swallow and returned the cup to the table in front of the sofa. She then reached down and curled her fingers about her knees.
"Where did you come from?" Sylvia asked.
"Back east," Alica answered as she took a sip from her cup and placed it to one side.
"I imagine you'll like it here. It's very pleasant in this neighborhood. The people around here are very friendly."
"I've found that out since I've been here," Alica agreed.
Sylvia turned her head. A clock was on the desk. It was nearly four in the afternoon.
"My son should be getting home soon. You'll get a chance to meet him if you stay around. He's a fine boy," she said.
Sylvia took a deep breath and settled back to the sofa. She squinted her eyes and placed her hand on her forehead. She took a deep breath, then wiggled in her seat. She then reached down and touched her pulse. She looked at the second hand on the clock and her lips moved as though she were counting.
Sylvia looked across the room then down at her own knees. She could see them above the top of her dress. She looked at them for a moment then squeezed them together. As she held them closed her mouth became weak. Her lower lip dropped slightly. Her eyes became moist and she nervously wiped her hands on her legs.
"What's the matter?" Alica asked...
Sylvia shook her head and turned to one side. She placed her hand under her chin and held herself up. She took a deep breath, then leaned back again.
"I don't know. Suddenly I feel faint," she said.
Alica placed her cup on the table and got up. She walked across the room and placed her hand on the woman's forehead. Sylvia was burning up and Alica removed her hand. She reached for the woman's hand and pulled her up gently. She slipped her arm about Sylvia's waist and guided her down the hall to the bedroom.
Alica pushed the door open. They walked across the room to the bed. Sylvia dropped to her stomach and stretched out. She curled her hands under her face and closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry for acting this way. I can't figure what happened to me," she said softly.
"Do you still feel warm?" Alica asked.
Yes. I can't figure what the trouble is. I feel very poorly," Sylvia said.
Alica drew back and got up. She walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. She removed a tray of ice and cracked it open. She then found a towel and wrapped a few cubes in it and returned to the bedroom.
Alica dropped to the bed and removed one of Sylvia's shoes. She placed the moist and cold towel against her feet. Instantly Sylvia moaned and turned her head.
"That feels good. Where did you ever think of that?" she asked.
Alica said nothing and moved the towel on the other foot. She touched the sole of it and gently slipped it up the woman's thick calf. She touched the back of Sylvia's knee, then released the towel and curled her fingers around the soft muscles of her calf. Gently she rolled the thick muscle and Sylvia murmured.
"That feels good, too," Sylvia said softly.
Alica thrilled again and moved her hands up. She drifted them under the woman's skirt and touched the soft back of one thigh. Then she squeezed the soft muscles and reached forward.
Alica's fingers inched along the inner side of Sylvia's leg. Sylvia raised her head and her eyes became as large as saucers. She stared at the wall, then turned over. She looked at Alica and Alica moved her hand slowly down and crushed it against the wetness of her panties.
Sylvia looked down. Alica smiled again and her fingers curled under the tight crotch of the woman's panties. She pushed them aside and her hand moved between Sylvia's legs, cupping the soaked mound.
Sylvia lay there for a moment, then reached down. She curled her fingers about Alica's hand and pushed it slightly back. She then wiggled back and shoved the hand out of her panties.
"Don't touch me like that. Just who the hell do you think you are?" Sylvia cried.
Sylvia rolled away. Before she reached the other side of the bed, Alica dropped to the bed. Alica grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her back. She jerked her dress up and again wedged her hand between Sylvia's moist legs. She touched the heated mound and wiggled her hand hard.
Sylvia went limp for an instant. Alica rolled over her and touched her face. She looked at Sylvia's eyes and her hand touched the elastic on Sylvia's panties. She groped for a moment then slid her hand inside the silk and down. She touched the moist lips and slid her hand along the thick cleavage. She moved her hand and spread the moistness everywhere between Sylvia's damp thighs.
Sylvia's legs trembled. Her hips jerked once. She turned on her side and stared at Alica for a moment and her eyes became glazed. Alica looked at those dark eyes and thrilled. The pills had worked. They never failed to work.
Alica drew away. She rolled the woman to her back. She crawled down on the bed and reached under Sylvia's hips. She curled her fingers into the panties and slowly drew them down Sylvia's legs. When she tossed the silk away, she touched Sylvia's knees. She pushed them slightly and the legs parted wide.
Alica stopped and stared at the mound. It was wet and the lips were parted. Sylvia's legs were shaking slightly with need.
Alica trembled and reached out. She touched the moist entrance and her finger moved in slowly. Instantly Sylvia's legs parted wide. Her hips moved up. She jerked against the hand and reached down. She pulled the hand against her and wiggled it. She held Alica's hand and worked her hips up and down.
"He used to do this to me. He used to get me into bed and do this to me for hours," Sylvia said as she held the woman's wrist and worked her hips slowly up and down, driving Alica's long fingers into the depths of her body.
Alica watched the fluid movement of the woman's hips and Sylvia's entire body was trembling. She watched and Sylvia parted her legs wide. Then she rotated her hips against the fingers and cried out.
Sylvia reached up desperately. She wrapped her arms about Alica and pulled her upon her body. She wiggled her moist hips against Alica's body and whimpered.
"Lie on me like a man. I'm so hot to feel someone between my legs. I just want to feel something warm between my legs. I just want to feel someone living between my legs," she cried as her hands worked under Alica's dress and touched her smooth ass.
Alica felt the hands and grew sick to her stomach. She raised up and looked down at the expression of blank passion on Sylvia's face. She looked at the pouting lips then glanced further down. She watched Sylvia's legs work against her hips and hated the sight of it.
Alica turned and the anger ripped through her. She stabbed her fingers into Sylvia's hair twisting them hard.
"Why don't you fight me. Why do you have to give in so damn easy? Why do you have to give in so damn easy?" she blurted as she twisted it hard.
Sylvia's face twisted into a grimace. Her mouth went slack with pain. Then she smiled softly.
"I love it when you hurt me," she said strangely.
Frustrated, her stomach knotted hard, Alica jerked her hand away. She rolled off the woman's body and dumped to the bed. She lay there with her back to Sylvia and stared at the wall. In that instant huge tears rushed down her cheeks.
"Why did she have to give in so easy," she aaid.
Sylvia touched her hand to her forehead again. She closed her eyes and fought her breath. She turned on her side and reached down. She pulled up Alica's dress and stared at her firm white buttocks. She then moved back and climbed to her knees. She reached down and pulled her dress up her body. She fought it over her head and angrily reached behind her back. She undid her bra and let her hard breasts tumble free.
Alica heard a low moan and turned her head. Sylvia was hovering over her. Her face was gaunt, her eyes moist and wanting and her mouth was drooping sexually.
Alica looked down. The woman's belly was thick and rounded. Her navel was deep and dark. Her triangle was thick and curly, her legs were lovely and soft.
Alica reached for it. Lightly she touched the moist mound. She slid her warm hand between the woman's legs and pressed up.
"Why didn't you fight me?" she asked as her finger wiggled against the moist entrance.
Sylvia parted her legs wide. She lifted one knee of the bed. Alica pushed her finger into the moist channel, then removed it. She slipped her hand back between the woman's buttocks and gripped one soft globe.
Sylvia closed her eyes. She shook her head slightly.
"I couldn't fight. I've been so hungry for someone to touch me. I've been so hungry for someone to touch me between the legs. I've gotten so tired of touching myself there. I just wanted someone to feel me up," she said bluntly.
Alica reached up. She grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her down on the bed. She touched her knee and lifted Sylvia's leg. She stared at the moist mound, then slid her hand slowly over the lips again. She dipped her middle finger into the moist well then touched the place of passion and rolled its erection gently.
Sylvia turned on her side. She reached behind Alica and touched her rear end. She pulled her to her side and lifted her legs.
"I never touched a woman before," she said as she stared at the moist blonde mound.
Sylvia reached out. Hesitantly she touched the moist curled hair. She moved her hand along the deep cleavage and reached inside. She then drew her hand back. She stared again at the mound and closed her eyes. She leaned forward and wiggled her head between Alica's legs. She planted her lips against the mound and churned them hungrily.
Alica lay there and stared. She felt the lips on her mound but nothing happened inside. She felt the woman coming toward her and the desire was dead. Even as Sylvia's tongue lashed her she could feel nothing. Even as the tongue reached into her channel she could not feel a thing.
Alica stared at the sound and lowered her head to the bed. She closed her eyes and murmured softly.
"Why didn't you resist. Why did you have to give? I wanted someone to resist me. I wanted someone to resist."
Sylvia pulled away and stared at the mound.
"Why resist. I wanted it. I want to kiss you," she said as she leaned forward and touched her lips again to the wet well.
Alica felt the tongue and shivered. She reached down and pushed the woman's head back. She turned and sat up quickly. She then sat there and stared.
Sylvia climbed behind her. She grabbed Alica's shoulders and pulled her back.
"Come on. I'm burning up. I want you to touch me some more," she said.
Alica raised her hands. Violently she slammed them down on the bed. She jumped from the bed and whirled about angrily.
"Fight me! Why don't you fight me! Why the hell don't you fight me?" she cried as she jerked the woman back and forth violently.
"I don't want to," Sylvia said slipping her arms affectionately about Alica's hips and hugging her face against her belly.
Sylvia closed her eyes. Affectionately she cupped the woman's buttocks. She pressed herself against her, whimpering softly.
"I don't want to fight you. I don't want to fight you," she insisted as she turned, plunging her face against the dressed juncture of Alica's thighs.
Alica's hands trembled. She placed them on the woman's shoulders. She rubbed her gently, then touched the sides of her neck. She turned her hands and curled her fingers around the soft flesh. She held her for a moment, then all the bitterness and hatred rushed into her arms. She trembled and before she knew what was happening her hands closed tighter and tighter. She clamped her eyes tight together and squeezed. She pressed her thumbs against the Adam's apple and forced it deep. She held and twisted her hands, loving the sensation she was giving.
"I hate you. I hate you so much. I hated every one of you bastards. Every time you touched me I hated it. Every time I heard you whimpering over me I wanted to kill you. I wanted to kill you. I wanted to kill you. I wanted to kill every one of you," she cried as she shoved Sylvia to the bed and leaned over her.
Alica gritted her teeth hard. Her forearms felt tired but she never laxed up. She watched her hands squeeze and loved the sight of the redness which appeared on the woman's neck. She pressed her thumbs for one moment and love the gurgling sounds of the woman's struggling breath.
Alica looked at the hands which Sylvia was holding up. She watched the long fingers reach up. She felt them on her shoulders.
Finally the hand fell from her shoulders and dropped exhausted to the bed. Suddenly Sylvia's head lay back like she was in shock.
Alica trembled again. Her forearms ached. Her fingers were tired. She let go of the flesh in her hands and Sylvia dropped to the bed.
Slowly Alica drew her hands away and stood up. She looked down at the body on the bed and a small smile came to her lips.
"I wish someone would have really resisted me a long time ago. I was so hungry to fight. I was so damn hungry to do that," she said as she turned about and wandered out of the room.
Limply Alica opened the back door. She stepped into the yard. She opened the gate and wandered down the back alley. She entered her back yard and opened the door to the kitchen. She then walked into the front room and dropped on the sofa. She looked at the huge book lying there and touched her hand to the cover.
"I wish I could fight every one of you. Every stinking one of you," she said as she pulled the book to her bosom, wrapped her arms about it and rocked back and forth, smiling broadly.
