Within the next two years, many observers of the nation's political scene expect to see the passage of an amendment to the Constitution of the United States that would make it illegal to discriminate against women when it comes to payment for work done, when it comes to giving preference to the handling of an estate or trust, and when it comes to hiring. And, if this comes to pass, many jobs that are now considered "men's positions" will be filled by women.
The barriers are already falling. And in no area of life have they fallen as dramatically, and drastically, as in organized sports.
Do you remember the controversy and the consternation that occurred a few years ago when women were allowed to become jockeys? It would be the ruin of the sport, many said. Well, statistics now show that attendance increases when female jockeys are taking part in one one of the races on a program.
Horse racing is not the only sport where women are invading traditionally male territory. This season, the New York-Pennsylvania League (a Class-A league of eight teams) has a woman umpire, who had gone to court to climax her attempt to fulfill her desire, after graduating at the top of her class from an accredited umpires school and seeing men who finished below her get hired.
In another break-through, a nineteen-year-old, 5'5'/2" blonde, Karen Wise, this season became the first girl to play on a man's team sanctioned by the National Collegiate Athletic Association. Although Karen got into few games, she still got into the record book. As a student at a college with only 800 students, and 10 males of which turned out for basketball, the coach and president of the college overruled the athletic director and said Karen could be a member of the team.
At first, Karen actually used the same locker room and shower as the other team members, but the college president stopped that. According to stories in a national news-magazine, Karen noted that she grew up with two older brothers and "I'd rather play basketball than hassle that. (The decision that she had to dress alone.) But I feel rather left out."
Women have even entered the world of boxing. A youthful club in England recently learned that its top boxer was a twelve-year-old girl.
Baseball fans may recall the days when Bill Veck sent a midget to the plate for the old St. Louis Browns, and some may recall a woman who invaded the field during an exhibition game and insisted on taking a turn at bat. (She struck out.)
Jackie Dalton, in She Ate the Whole Team, turns her imagination to the consequences of such changes in the traditional concept of sports. Several schools, including one in Richmond, Virginia, already have girls serving as "water boys" or assistant trainers; what will happen, Miss Dalton wonders, if a woman is hired as a full-trainer or coach at some school, for the boys' teams? (Does it sound impossible? Tennis and swimming are two sports where American women are just as proficient, if not more so, than their male counterparts.)
-THE PUBLISHERS San Diego, California August, 1972
CHAPTER ONE
Goddamned horny old bastards, Chris Newsom thought as she dropped her dress on a chair and shook her close-cropped blonde hair. All they think a woman's good for is to fuck. She could still feel the eyes of the Russelton School Board members crawling over her body, the way they had when she'd been interviewed by the five men.
Unclasping her bra and letting her full tits spring free, Chris looked around the mobile home that would be her living quarters for the rest of the year and longer. Thank God, the trailer was paid for, the salary they were giving her wasn't enough for her to pay rent for the space the trailer was on, along with her other expenses and to make payments on the trailer too.
Angrily, for she had been well-aware that the men on the school board had been more interested in her as a potential sex partner than an employee, Chris shoved her bikini panties off of her broad hips and compact ass, then stalked across the trailer to the shower. She could hear birds chirping and children yelling outside, but there was no exuberance in her as she adjusted the spray and stepped under the water.
Well, she thought, at least I've still got the job. They might not rehire me next year, but I've got the job until June.
It was almost the middle of September, a day or two before Russelton High would open its doors for the fall semester. Chris was the latest addition to the school staff and that was why she was so upset; the school board had tried everything it could to get her to give up her post.
Chris was the athletic trainer for Russelton High. And the school had no women's teams.
This didn't matter to Chris. Although she was just 22, and a June graduate from college, she considered herself a professional trainer. To her, the boys she'd be working with were nothing more than assorted bones and muscles that would come in need of repair and conditioning, and she was equipped with the skills needed to make those repairs or give that conditioning.
"But, Miss Newsom," she could still hear old Everett Cain say, "a trainer cannot work with the clothed body. For you to do your work effectively, the boys will have to be in, at least, a state of partial nudity."
"The people we practiced on in college were completely nude," she'd replied, "I am a professional trainer, by choice. I grew up in a household of five men, all older than I. The male body is not something mysterious to me, it's something that I'm familiar with. I can do the job I've been give a contract to do, and I intend to do it."
She'd noticed the looks they'd given each other as she'd said she was familiar with the male body. She'd known what they were wondering; just how familiar with the male body was she? Did she mean that she was theoretically familiar with it, or intimately familiar? She'd bet her first pay check that each of the men on the school board would like to learn just how much she knew about men.
Well, they could keep right on wondering, but they'd never find out. Not them, not those leering old men with their bald heads and their pot-bellies. They certainly weren't going to get anywhere with her, no matter how hard they tried.
Chris wasn't a virgin. She knew what it was like to be with a man that way, knew what it was like to have a hard cock riding faster and faster in and out of her soppy cunt as she twisted her ass and heaved her thighs up to meet the descending cock. But only one man in her life had ever thrust his cock into her hot and itchy vagina, and he was dead.
As she stepped from under the shower and dried herself with a coarse towel, Chris' mind dwelt on Rick Ferrintino, the boy she had planned to marry, the boy she'd bought this trailer with, for the two of them to live in. Rick, the handsome young athlete who had swept her off her feet during their freshman year in college and whom she'd gone with ever since, until he'd been hit by a line-drive earlier in the year, a line-drive that had caved in his left temple, killing him before he'd hit the ground.
Things had looked so good for Chris and Rick up to that point. Although Rick had been only 6'3" tall, he'd been an aggressive basketball player, with unusual accuracy. That, coupled with his prowess on the baseball diamond, had earned him a scholarship. Then his prowess had led the team to two league championships and the national semi-finals and several major league teams were waiting for him to finish school so they could try to draft him.
Chris slipped into a short robe, actually the top to a Karatist's gi, and set about preparing herself supper. She moved methodically, performing a task that had to be performed, not something she was looking forward to. Later, after she'd eaten and digested her food, she'd slip into the bottom of the gi and spend an hour doing her karate exercises. Chris held a high brown belt in the oriental sport and was working toward a black belt, the highest possible.
It had been karate that had gotten her and Rick together. She had been crossing the campus when he'd ambled by with several of his fraternity mates, one of whom had decided, in his slightly drunken state, that it was imperative that Chris join them. She might have, if she'd been asked, but the boy had merely grabbed her wrist and tried to drag her along with the group. More than slightly annoyed, Chris had tossed him through the air and watched as he'd disappeared into a clump of bushes.
"You shouldn't have done that," one of the other males had said.
"He shouldn't have manhandled me," Chris had retorted.
"You gonna throw me in the bushes, if I grab you?" the boy had asked.
Chris had looked at him calmly and answered: "No, I'm going to stand here and kick your teeth out before you can touch me if you try anything." The intense silence had been broken by Rick, who'd laughed. "I think she'll do it, Roger," he'd said. Then he'd turned to Chris. "What belt do you have?"
"Brown," she answered.
"She'd kick all five of us before we knew what was happening and not even mess up her hair," Rick had said. "I saw a karate exhibition one time and this little dude just threw a bunch of guys around like they were rag dolls."
"That's right," Chris said. "The guy in the bushes'll be the luckiest of the lot of you if you want to mess with me."
A moment later, the boys had retrieved their friend and gone off, leaving Chris to make her own way back to her dorm. But, in a few seconds, Rick had returned. "Look, I want to apologize for my buddy," he said. "And, if I walk with you, the next guy that comes along isn't going to try to grab you." Chris had accepted his suggestion and, by the time she'd returned to the dorm, she'd also accepted a date with him for that weekend.
Within a couple of months, she wasn't accepting dates with anyone else. She and Rick were both interested in sports and the outdoors and, by the time the first semester was over, Chris had switched majors from physical therapy to physical education. She had retained her interest in helping the physically handicapped, but she was more interested in developing the potentially good bodies that often became the victims of neglect.
The longer she'd gone with Rick, the more she'd loved him. Chris had thought she'd been in love before; she'd had her share of steadies during high school, and had spent her share of nights in the back seats of various cars, wrestling with her conscience and her date over how, much of an assault on her sensuality she was going to allow. Because she'd 'been brought up by old-fashion parents, and because she was good looking enough to be desired without having to fulfill the desires she aroused in her dates, she had managed to graduate with her hymen still intact, although she'd learned well what it was like to have hot and eager hands working against her naked cunt while her own hands pumped hungrily over a stiff cock and demanding lips moved from one of her tits to the other. Chris had known what it was like to cum, but die hadn't known what it was like to cum when the man she was with was one she loved.
It hadn't taken Rick long to reach a stage in their relationship where he was making her cum with his fingers, only a month, if that. At first they'd been content with fingering each other, but it had gotten to be as frustrating, in its own way, as stopping had.
That point, where mutual masturbation was less than sufficient to satisfy their emotional needs, was one Chris had reached before. On two different occasions, she had broken up with the guy she was dating because he had become insistent that they go beyond finger-fucking and hand-jobs. She had believed in saving her virginity for her husband and the guys had not been people she'd wanted to marry, so she'd called it quits.
But with Rick it was different; she knew she'd be happy if she were married to him, knew that he'd be happy if he were her husband, and life at college had liberalized her to a considerable degree, so that she no longer thought in terms of saving her virginity for her wedding night, just for the man she was marrying. Since she had already assumed that man was going to be Rick Ferrintino, she decided that it wouldn't be wrong to let him fuck her the first time he tried to go beyond finger-fucking her till she came.
To her surprise, Rick didn't try to fuck her that night. She had made up her mind to let him set the limits, to accept it if he thrust his cock into her, and she'd indicated the change in their relationship by slipping her jeans and panties completely off, instead of just lowering them past her knees. To her mind, it had been an invitation for Rick to proceed.
He had proceeded all right, but not the way she'd expected. Once her jeans and panties were off, he'd slid his mouth across her flat belly and began licking at her cunt. At first, Chris had been alarmed but, within a minute, she'd been pressing his mouth tighter to her cunt as she'd drawn her knees up until they had rested on her tits, giving him complete access to her hot cunt.
The next time they'd been together, she'd sucked his cock.
At first, since neither of them had indulged in oral sex before, they hadn't been skilled at the acts and they'd been sloppy, providing the other with fulfillment through guess work and sheer chance, rather than skill. But, as the winter had progressed, they had come to know the other's reactions and how to prolong the other's pleasure. By spring, they could spend hours building each other up almost to the point of cumming, without letting them cum.
It had been Chris who'd taken them beyond eating each other as the source of their sexual pleasure. Rick had been out of town for three days at a baseball tournament and Chris was just about to start her period, the time when she felt sexiest.
Hand-in-hand, they'd walked through the budding woods outside of town, with a blanket slung under Rick's free arm. At last they had come to a grassy clearing, where Rick had spread the blanket and stretched out, pulling her down atop him as he did so.
Chris had kissed him hungrily, darting her tongue around in his mouth as he'd run his hands under the shirt and undone, the hooks to her bra. A moment later, when he'd closed his hands over her tits, catching the already firm nipples between two fingers to squeeze them as he flexed his hands against her tits, she'd teased his tongue over her lips and teeth, then sucked wantonly on it as she'd rubbed her hips lazily over his, feeling the hard bulge of his cock between their bellies.
Several minutes had gone past and Chris had rolled away from him, sitting up and starting to unbutton her shirt as she did so. Rick had looked up at her and grinned, knowing full well what her action meant. "Horny little wench, aren't you?" he'd asked, with a chuckle, as he'd begun to strip his own shirt off.
"Is that bad?" Chris had replied, sliding the shirt down her arms. A moment later, when she'd shaken her bra off, making her full tits sway before him, he'd told her it was far from being bad.
They'd wrestled about for several minutes, with Rick's mouth hot on her tits most of that time. During the course of their boisterous play, he'd managed to get her jeans open and had begun easing them over the swell of her hips. Again, Chris had pushed loose from his embrace. "Hurry," she'd pleaded, lifting her ass from the blanket as she'd hooked her thumbs under her panties and swept them and her jeans over her hips and ass, down her full thighs and over her shapely calves and small feet. Rick-had gotten out of his jeans and shorts as fast as she'd stripped and they'd paused for a moment to run their eyes over each other's body, once again finding great pleasure in the nakedness of the other, although they had looked at the other naked many, many times.
Suddenly, Rick had lunged at her, throwing his arms around her waist before she'd had a chance to avoid him. He'd borne her back against the blanket, his mouth hot and tickling against her lower belly as he'd worked his hands under her to dig his fingers into the crack of her ass. *Ooooooh," Chris had squealed, squirming playfully in his strong embrace.
They both enjoyed playing sixty-nine, sucking each other simultaneously, but they were just as fond of taking turns eating each other and it didn't matter who set the pattern, the other would go along with it. Since Rick wanted to eat her at that moment, Chris was more than willing to lie back and let him do as he wanted, just as she'd have been happy to suck his cock if he'd swung around until she could reach it.
As it was, she'd spread her feet as far apart as they'd go, opening her cunt completely to him. Rick had shifted his arms, until his elbows were between her widely spread legs, his hands under her, holding her ass off the ground as he slid his tongue along the length of her cuntal furrow, licking heatedly at the hot, wet flesh of her pussy. "Oooooh," Chris had moaned, as he'd flicked his tongue across her clitoris until it had risen and begun quivering of its own volition.
In the three-and-a-half months they'd been eating each other, they'd gotten to know each other's technique well. Chris recognized that Rick was going to make her cum in a hurry and she guessed that he was as horny as she was, that he'd been celibate during his stay out of town. Although she'd never asked him if he fucked other girls when he wasn't with her, she'd always assumed that he did, and the knowledge that he must have avoided other girls this last trip made something snap inside her.
"Riiiicccckkkkk," she moaned, as he sucked her cuntlips into his mouth and chewed lightly on them. He'd discovered her asshole and was working a finger into her, pushing it gently at the tight anal sphincter, easing it deeper into her ass. He knew that she loved to have him finger-fuck her ass when he ate her, and he always did it.
His tongue slashed across her clitoris again and again, until her head was rolling back and forth on the blanket and she was clenching folds of cloth in her hands as he built up the excitement in her steaming cunt. "Ohhhhh," she groaned, as he slid the tip of his tongue across her vaginal entrance on his way to lick at her perenium.
Suddenly, he was jamming his tongue into her vagina, uncoiling it like a snake, striking deep into the hot wetness of her snatch. She squeezed her ass together as she felt her fluids begin to pour down her vagina. "Ohhhhhh, I'm cummmiinnnggg," she whimpered, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Rick pressed his mouth to her vagina and sucked as hard as he could, drawing the hot fluids from her and swallowing them as fast as they flowed. He was rubbing her clitoris with his nose as she ground her cunt across his face while her thighs trembled, her belly rippled and her tits heaved as he made her cum again.
Tenderly, he lowered her ass to the blanket and stretched out beside her, cradling her in his arms as she shook against him. It was one of the nice things about Rick, the way he made her cum and then loved her gently until she was recovered.
A few moments later, when she could control her breathing, she pushed him onto his back and rolled over, drawing her knees up until she was crouched beside him. They shared a long kiss, during which he played with her dangling tits and her open cunt, and she scratched the underside of his cock, as well as stirred his balls.
When she pulled her mouth from his and ducked her head to press her mouth to his tiny nipples, Chris began manipulating the prepuce, moving it back and forth around the head of Rick's cock, as she licked at his hard belly, generally shifting until she was on her knees between his legs.
Grasping the base of his cock in her hands, she swung the heavy meat between her tits, bouncing it back and forth in the deep cleavage. It was something Rick loved and he reached down to push her tits together, forming a narrow cleft that his cock was able to fill. Chris remained as she was while he lifted and lowered his ass a few times, making his cock ride through the deep cleft.
A moment later, she was rubbing the head of his cock over her hard nipples. Rick really loved her tits and, on occasion, would sit astride her belly and fuck his cock back and forth between them, often until he shot his hot jism over her throat and shoulders.
That wasn't going to happen this time, however. Not that she minded when it happened, just as she hadn't minded the time Rick had pressed the length of his cock along her cuntal furrow and had her pass her legs under his, forming a trap of flesh with her thighs and cunt around his cock. It was exciting to do those things, but it wasn't the kind of excitement she wanted this time.
Swiftly, Chris shifted, plunging her head down over his hard cock, down until her lips were against the wiry hair in his crotch. It always amazed her that she could take his entire cock-into her mouth, take it in until the head was in the opening of her throat. Rick loved it when she did that, and when she swallowed, squeezing the bulbous head with her throat muscles, his eyes rolled and he groaned as loudly as she did when he jammed his tongue into her cunt or chewed on her clitoris.
He was groaning now, but Chris was already lifting her head, letting his cock escape. She held it tenderly in her hands and rained kisses on the shiny head, licking around the coronal ridge or poking the tip of her tongue at the urethral opening.
"Baby, baby," Rick sighed, as Chris licked greedily at the length of his cock, darting her tongue across the top of his balls, before running it up and down the swollen cock.
She lifted her eyes and saw that his face was contorted with lust, that his nostrils were flared and his jaw trembling. He was going to cum in a moment, all she had to do was take his cock in her mouth and suck on it for a minute or less and he'd shoot his hot jism into her sucking mouth, forcing her to swallow hard to avoid losing any of his salty semen.
Chris suddenly realized that, as much as she loved it when Rick shot off in her mouth, it wasn't going to be enough this time; that on this afternoon, nothing but a good fuck was going to be enough.
"Rick," she whispered, "fuck me."
He stared at her as if he didn't believe what she'd said, just stared at her as she stretched out next to him, one of her legs over his so her cunt gaped open against his thigh. "Fuck me," she whispered again, rubbing one of her tits across his chest.
"Chris, are you sure?" he asked.
"Yesssss," she sighed, as he wrapped his arms around her and turned her onto her back, rolling between her heated thighs as he did so. For the first time in her life, she felt the head of a man's cock ride up and down the length of her cuntal furrow and she moaned as it excited her more than anything had ever done before. "Ohhhhh," she sighed, "yesssss."
Rick held himself a little off of her writhing body as he slid one hand over her engorged mons veneris and took hold of his cock, directing it to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, he pushed forward a little, pressing his spongy cockhead against the narrow opening.
"Unnnngghhh," Chris groaned, as he spread her just a little. His cock wasn't much wider than two fingers and he'd had three in her pussy before, why should this invasion of her body be painful, when the other hadn't?
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, pushing himself up to look at her.
"No," she lied, "I'm fine. Now, do it, Rick, fuck me."
"Are you sure?" he insisted. She didn't answer him with words, but her hips rose, as if she were trying to push her cunt around his cock and that was all the answer he needed. Rick caught her ass securely in his hands, poised for a moment with just the end of his cockhead in her, then yanked her hips up as he slammed his body down to hers.
"Ahhhhh," Chris screamed as his cock drove deep into her virginal cunt. He had already ripped her maidenhead, she knew, and he was driving it all the way into her, breaching her tight vaginal passage, thrusting his cock to the depth of her cunt with that one hard thrust.
Rick had been too far gone in the pleasure of planting his cock in her to hear the cry of pain that he'd forced from her depths when he'd started fucking her and he continued to work his cock in and out of her tight pussy, fucking her frantically, for he'd been on the verge on cumming.
Then cum he did, and Chris had clung to him as his cock had danced and jumped inside her vagina, spewing his hot sticky jism into the bottom of the aching passage, filling her with juices that ran out of her ravaged vaginal entrance and trickled down the crack of her ass, taking her blood with them.
He had collapsed over her, unable to move as he'd pumped his jism into her. By the time he'd recovered, she had grown used to the feel of his cock in her and she hadn't wanted him to withdraw it. Indeed, she'd locked her legs over his and lifted her ass as he had tried to withdraw and he'd responded, fucking her slowly, with long, gliding swoops of his cock into her cunt, until she'd dug her nails into his shoulders and bitten at his neck as her vagina had undergone a series of convulsive spasms around his cock while she'd had her first real cum, for Chris realized then that nothing in her life had prepared for her for cumming with a man's cock in her twat, filling it and pleasing her as nothing she'd imagined.
Chris came out of her reverie just in time to snatch a pot from the stove before it boiled over. Her legs were trembling and her tits ached. It had been four months since Rick had been killed and she'd had no sex in that time except when she'd given in to the demands of her body and worked her hands against her tits and cunt until she'd cum. But after almost three years of fucking Rick regularly, she'd been unable to find much pleasure in finger-fucking herself. And, as yet, she'd found no one who interested her as a sexual partner.
She worked twice as hard that night, kicking against the mackawari board she'd installed near the trailer until she had been so exhausted it had been all she could do to force herself into the trailer, out of her gi and into bed.
When she'd awaken at three in the morning to turn out the lights, she'd lifted her hands to her face and shuddered as she'd smelled the odor of her own cum on her fingers.
CHAPTER TWO
It was the middle of October, a month after Chris had started working as a trainer for Russelton High. She'd learned a lot about small towns in that month, learned a lot that surprised her, since she'd been from a big city.
To begin with, Russelton High was actually a combination of junior and senior high schools, taking students from the eighth through the twelfth grades, with its junior varsity comprised of boys from the first two grades and the senior team drawing its players from the upper three.
The biggest thing, though, that Chris had learned was that there was, really, nothing to do in Russelton. The town seemed to have no people her age, just students and people in the mid-thirties, people who'd settled down. There was a movie, but it changed shows twice a week and the second showing was always over by ten; by eleven, there wasn't anything in town that was open except a service station at the turnoff from the Interstate, and that was half-a-mile out of town, actually.
If she'd wanted a social life, Chris could've gone to Doyle, about thirty miles away Doyle had several movies, restaurants that stayed open all night, even a night club or two. But Chris had heard gossip about a couple of single teachers who'd been at Russelton High the year before and who hadn't had their contracts renewed because they'd been in the habit of going to Doyle two or three evenings a week. Apparently the school board had decided that anyone who needed that much of a social life had to be a bad influence on the rest of the town, or at least on the students.
Chris had had no trouble with the students she'd come in contact with. Of course, there had been some snickered remarks the first day, when she'd reported in a nurse's pants-suit outfit that did nothing, really, to disguise the fact that she was an attractively endowed young woman.
She'd been expecting that, for the coach, Joe Margone, had warned her of the probable reaction. "Let me handle that, coach," was all she'd said.
The boys on the football teams hadn't really believed that she was their trainer, much less that she was going to attend to them before and after practice. Even her clinical manner wasn't enough to forestall the ribald comments of some of the older boys, although they kept such comments under their breath for the most part.
There were one or two boys who were cruder than the rest and it was one of these, a burly six-footer named Lennie Cannon, who made the mistake of running his hands across her rump one evening when her back was to him.
Chris straightened and stared at him, until he backed off a step, flustered. "All right, you guys," she snapped. "Everybody into the gym. Now!"
When she walked in carrying a piece of oak 2x4, the boys looked at each other in bewilderment, particularly when she had a set of trapeze rings lowered to six-feet and slid the bar of wood through them.
"You guys have a lot to learn," Chris said, looking at Lennie as she spoke. "You think just because a woman is around you have to be insulting. I know most of you've gotten shots from the school nurse, many of you in the rear end. You don't try to insult her, or grab her. And I'm not going to take it any more than she would."
As she'd spoken, Chris had moved until she was parallel to the dangling bar. Suddenly, without apparent effort, her right foot shot out explosively and with a loud retort, the oak bar snapped into two pieces.
"You decide whether that piece of wood's harder than your head," Chris murmured to the astonished boys. "And then remember that I could've done it with my hand."
It was the last time any of the athletes touched her, and any bad comments they may have made about her were made out of her hearing.
Chris Newsom sighed and stretched as she looked around the locker room, where she'd just finished picking up the last wet towel. It was only five, but she had to be back for a game that evening, and the junior varsity would be playing on Saturday.
From force of habit, she checked the therapy room and stopped, for the whirlpool bath was occupied. "Terry, what're you doing in here?" she asked, as she strode into the room.
The boy, a quarterback on the J.V. team, jumped as she spoke. "I ... I couldn't get in here until the rest of the guys had left," he explained, "and I was hoping I could get ready for the game tomorrow." Terry had pulled a groin muscle the week before and hadn't been able to practice with the team that week, spending his time getting treated instead. Because Chris was trying to get a couple of the senior varsity in shape for the game that night, she'd been unable to treat Terry.
"How long've you been in there?" she asked, opening a cabinet and drawing out a towel, which she tossed to him. "If it's been since I left, you get out right now."
"I ... I ... gee, Miss Newsom, I can't," Terry murmured.
Chris understood at once that he was embarrassed by his nakedness. "Cut that foolishness out, Terry," she said. "I'm not interested in what you've got between your legs, I just want to get out of here and I can't leave until I've finished with you."
Terry, blushing hard, pushed himself out of the stainless steel tub and despite herself, Chris glanced at his loins, realizing at once, why he'd been embarrassed; Terry was sporting a big throbbing hard-on.
Despite her protestations to herself that she was in control of herself and her desire and that, if she was getting horny, she could do better than a kid, Chris had become aware, in the past few days, that she was looking at the boys with more than professional interest. It was only natural, she was denied the company of men her own age and the guys on the teams were the closest to her age that she knew, even if most of them were anywhere from four to eight years younger than she was. "Okay, up on the table," she said, rather more briskly than normal, to hide the flash of confusion. She had felt like asking Terry who he'd been thinking of to get such a hard-on, but she'd bitten off the words even before she'd fully realized what she was going to say.
The boy was stretched out on the table with the towel across his loins when she turned around. She kept her eyes locked with his as she probed the area where the muscle was pulled. "Hurt?" she asked, searching his face as much as listening for his answer; she knew how much Terry wanted to play, but she wasn't going to permit him to suit up unless he was completely recovered. There'd be other games for him and she wasn't going to risk causing him any permanent damage. "Hurt?" she asked again, pressing lower in his groin.
"No," he gasped, but she'd seen the pain cross his eyes and shook her head.
"Don't suit up tomorrow," she said.
"Miss Newsom," he protested, "I'm okay, really I am."
"I don't think so," she answered, her fingers still moving lightly on his upper thigh. Chris was acutely conscious of the warmth of his body and the nearness of his hard young cock to her fingers and it was all she could do to avoid grabbing it.
Instead, she started to turn away and Terry swung off the table, losing the towel in the process. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his cock was straining toward her as he said: "Please, I'm okay. All I need's a good night sleep, I'll be ready to play tomorrow."
"Well," Chris said, reaching up and tossling his hair. "Why don't you come in early tomorrow and well see then?"
"Ohhhh, thanks," he gasped, catching her hand and kissing it impulsively. For a second, Chris was transformed by the electric shock that coursed through her, then she yanked her hand away from his and dropped it.
Unfortunately, in dropping her hand, it came into contact with his hard cock. "Ohhhh," they both moaned, as the contact galvanized them.
As if of their own volition, Chris' fingers curled around the hard rod of Terry's firm young, innocent cock. The young boy's eyes were open wide as he stared at her in disbelief, and his mouth gaped open in surprise. He was trembling, but Chris wasn't sure whether it was from fear or excitement.
Slowly, so as not to increase his fear, if that was why he was trembling, Chris lifted her other hand and touched his cheek, then tilted his head a little until he was looking up at her. His eyes locked with hers as she began lowering her mouth toward him, until their lips were only inches apart.
"Ma ... Miss Newsom," Terry gasped, making ho effort to pull away from her.
"Are you afraid?" Chris whispered. "Are you scared of me?"
"Nooooo," he moaned. She noted that he'd curled his hands into fists so hard that the knuckles showed white against the tan of his body.
Again she lowered her mouth, but this time she didn't stop until her lips were against his. Terry moaned, once, as Chris began to kiss him, rubbing her pouting lips across his until he let his mouth relax and sink open under hers.
Chris let her tongue move forward until it came into contact with his lips. Slowly she slid it back and forth across them until she felt Terry's own tongue venturing out to meet hers. For a moment, the tips of their tongues dueled, then Chris drew back and looked at him again. "Gollllleee," Terry whispered, "gollllleeee."
Holding his gaze with hers, Chris caught the ring at the top of her tunic and drew it down, opening the top of her pants suit. Still moving slowly to keep Terry from becoming alarmed, Chris took one of his hands and straightened the fingers, then lifted the hand and placed it on her warm belly, letting him get used to the feel of her naked flesh before moving the hand up to her bra-encased tit, where she molded the fingers around the out-thrust mound of pliant flesh.
Once more she touched his lips with hers. This time, however, she thrust her tongue into his mouth as soon as the contact between lips was complete. Terry's fingers tightened convulsively around the tit he was holding and Chris felt the nipple spring to insistent hardness immediately.
Deftly, she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, then lifted his hand and slid it over her tit from the upper slope, brushing the bra off of the large tits as she did so. Terry gave a muffled groan as Chris maneuvered his hand onto her naked tit and pressed it there, her nipple thrusting into the sweaty heat of his palm.
It was wrong, Chris knew, terribly wrong, but she was unable to stop. It might well be the ruin of her as far as being a trainer of youth was concerned, but she had to have him, had to relieve the terrible need that had suffused her loins for so long. It was no longer a question of want, it was a matter of need.
"Move your hand on my tits," she murmured, kissing his face wetly as her fingers began to move, ever so slightly, up and down on his long rangy cock.
As if in a trance, Terry did as directed, tracing the full curve of her tit, sliding his fingertips around the heavy mound, brushing them over the trembling turret of her nipple. Chris sighed and closed her mouth over his ear, thrusting her tongue into it as he dug his fingers harder into the resilient flesh of her tit.
By shrugging and twisting herself, Chris managed to get one arm free of the tunic. Swiftly, she slipped the bra strap off, then shifted hands on his cock and rid herself of her upper garments. As soon as she was stripped to the waist, she caught his other hand and lifted it to her free tit.
"Please," Terry whimpered. "Please."
"Don't be scared," Chris answered, kissing him again. His fingers dug into the flesh of her tits and she stroked a little faster on his cock as she stepped forward until the head came into contact with the satiny skin of her belly.
That extra contact was too much for the boy and Chris groaned, more in frustration than in pleasure, as she felt his hot cum splattering the smooth skin between her tits, gob after gob of hot sticky jism shooting onto her from his cockhead as Terry arched his hips forward and trembled violently against her.
"I ... I'm ... sorry," the boy tumbled as Chris drew her mouth from his and stepped back. His hands fell to his side and he wouldn't look at her, keeping his head turned away as if he were ashamed.
"Why?" Chris murmured. "You didn't do anything. I knew it was going to happen; I made it happen."
"You ... you knew?" Terry whispered, bewildered.
Chris chuckled. "It always happens to a man," she explained. "And, didn't it feel good?"
"Ohhhh, golleeeee," he sighed. "It was great."
"Want it to happen again?" Chris asked. Terry nodded vigorously and Chris smiled as she drew down the zipper at the side of her shorts. Swiftly she stripped them and her panties away and stood there as naked as he was, for she'd long ago kicked off her shoes.
"Look at me," she whispered. Terry turned his head and blinked as he realized the implications of her undressing.
"I ... I ... I don't know ... " he moaned, his hands reaching toward her but stopping before any contact was made. "I don't knowwwww."
Chris caught his head in her hands and forced him to look her in the eyes. "I'll teach you, baby," she said, lowering her mouth to his, "Just put your arms around me and trust me."
Terry held her as if he were afraid to squeeze, even when she had stepped forward and pressed herself completely to him, rubbing the shot-hard nipples across his bare chest as she rubbed her wet cunt along one of his strong young thighs.
"I won't break," she whispered, drawing her head back a bit, "hold me tighter, hold me as tight as you can."
His hands were almost at her ass and he slid them a little lower, then drew her tightly to him as they kissed once more. It was his tongue that invaded another mouth this time and Chris squeezed his thigh between hers as he dug his fingers into her ass and squeezed the fleshy mounds harder and harder.
Again they pulled away from each other, Chris took one of Terry's hands and led him a few steps across the room, to where a pile of tumbling mats was stacked in the corner. Lowering herself, Chris drew the boy down beside her, then forced him onto his back, laying half over him as she kissed him again and again, while his hands roamed over her back, down as far as the bottom of her ass, up to her shoulders.
Suddenly, Chris used her elbows to lever herself above the boy until her tits dangled just above his mouth. "Kiss them," she pleaded, brushing her nipples across his lips. "Kiss them." His mouth opened and he took a nipple into his lips, then slid his tongue across it. "Oooooh," Chris moaned in delight. "Yessss, baby, like that."
Emboldened by her sighs of encouragement, Terry opened his mouth further and took more of her tit into it. Chris shuddered with delight at the first kiss bestowed on her tit since the previous spring, then reached back and grabbed one of his hands, bringing it from her waist to the thick mat of hair that began above her prominent mons venerix and swept down to the bottom of her cunt. "Touch me," she moaned, guiding his fingertips over the wet slit of her cuntal mouth.
She had to show him how to caress her, but he didn't shrink from fondling her soppy cunt as he sucked at her hard-tipped tits, which she shifted across his mouth, giving him now one, then the oilier, to feast upon as his fingers traced the length of her cunt again and again.
"There," Chris moaned, as Terry flicked his fingers over the protrusion of her clitoris. Terry flicked his fingers there again and Chris groaned as she felt herself cumming. It had been so long since somebody had made her cum.
She twisted away from Terry's mouth and pressed hers to it, thrusting her tongue as deep as it would go into his mouth as her hips snapped spasmodically back and forth under his untutored fingering.
A moment later and she was on her hands and knees, reaching for his limp cock with her hands. She held it in both hands as she lowered her head and licked at the limp flesh, sweeping her tongue along it, cleaning away his recent cum, until she felt Terry begin to stiffen a little.
Hungrily she popped the still flaccid cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, sucking at it as it began to stiffen dramatically. Her lips held the delicious cock firmly and she worked her tongue around and around the head as he grew until he was fully erect again. "Ohhhhh," Terry moaned, as Chris began scratching lightly at the underside of his balls.
"Do you like this?" Chris whispered, letting his cock slip from her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yesss," he moaned, his eyes shut tight and his face beaming with ecstasy. Chris blew a stream of warm air across the head of his cock, then licked at it again.
Bending the cock back to his belly, she began licking at the underside of his cock, pausing now and then to suck or gnaw at the rampant prick. Terry had his legs thrown far apart and his pelvis was tilted back, causing his cock to rise higher in the air as she mouthed it wantonly.
"Unnngghhh," Chris groaned as she turned her attention to Terry's balls, licking hotly at them until they were completely wet with her saliva. Slowly, lovingly, she sucked one into her mouth and prodded it with her tongue as she wet her index finger and began pressing it against his anus. Terry reached down and began massaging her head as she let the swollen nut spring free of her mouth.
Chris caught the cheeks of his ass and spread them, then ran her tongue along his hairy perenium, down into the crack of his ass itself. She was beside herself with passion, really not aware of what she was doing other than to be aware that it was good.
When she reached his asshole with her tongue, Chris had no hesitation about licking there. Indeed, after a moment, she began pressing her tongue against the puckered opening, until she was actually fucking his ass with her tongue. "Ohhhhhh," Terry moaned, his thighs trembling with strain as Chris worked her cleansing tongue in and out of the gritty, fragrant asshole.
A few moments later and she had shifted her mouth, taken the head of his cock into her mouth and started to churn her lower jaw, moving the head in her warm and sucking mouth. "Ohhhh," Terry sighed, thrusting his hips up as if to get more of his very hard cock into her mouth.
Wantonly, Chris plunged her head down until she'd taken all of his cock into her mouth. It wasn't difficult, since Terry had a shorter, slimmer cock then Rick had had and she'd taken all of Rick's cock into her mouth on more occasions than she'd been able to count in memory.
As her head bobbed up and down over Terry's sweet, boy's cock, Chris thrust her finger into his asshole and began moving it in and out, fucking his ass as she sucked greedily at his cock.
"Ohhhh," Terry moaned, grinding his ass down at her invading finger. He was digging it, Chris knew, loving the way she was using him.
Well, she was enjoying it too, and she wished she dared suck his cock until she could taste his hot jism. But to begin with, she didn't know if he'd be able to keep his hard-on if she sucked him that long, and her own needs were coming to the fore again. Her cunt was itching in a way that nothing but a hard cock would stop.
With a groan of desire, Chris lifted her head and scrambled over him, until her hips were above his. She rose on her knees and grabbed his cock in both hands, sliding the throbbing head up and down the wet length of her pussy, slapping it against her hard clitoris again and again.
Shifting his cock slightly, Chris lodged it at the entrance to her vagina and began to lower herself over the upthrust cock, sighing as she impaled herself on the throbbing spear of Terry's teen-age manhood.
His eyes opened and he stared down his body, watching in amazement as she lowered herself until his cock was no longer visible. Just as slowly, she rose, letting the slippery cock come back into view.
With her fine muscle control, Chris worked her hips back and forth as she screwed herself down over Terry's cock, gnawing it up with her hungry cunt as she sobbed with delight, her body tossing so that her tits jumped about, slapping together and flying away from each other.
Chris' knees were as far apart on each side of Terry's hips as she could get them without interfering with her up and down movement over his cock, which she was taking as deep into her cuntal passage as she could.
Her hands were on Terry's chest, supporting her somewhat as she screwed herself up and down over his hard slippery cock, sucking the fat prick into her hungry cunt, squeezing it with her snapping vaginal muscles, then lifting as she panted and gasped.
"Uuuhhhhh, unnnhhhh, unnhhhhh," Chris groaned, each time her ass hit Terry's thighs. She was fucking him harder, slamming herself down onto his hard cock, driving it as deeply into her twat as she could, working her vaginal muscles around it as she fought to build the excitement in her until she'd cum once more.
She grabbed his hands and brought them to her tits, pressing them against the jouncing mounds. "Squeeze," she grunted. "Hold them tight." Terry dug his fingers in and she snorted with pleasure, wiggling her ass from side to side as she continued to pump herself over his cock.
"The nipples," Chris moaned, and Terry was quick to obey, catching the long protrusions between thumbs and forefingers and pinching them hard, until an electric thrill shot through her.
"Ooooooh," she squealed, "I'm cuummmiinnnggg." She bent over him, pressing her mouth to his as her cunt twitched convulsively around his cock. The last spasm of her vagina was too much for the youngster beneath her to take, and Chris gasped as she felt his hot sticky semen jetting into her soppy vagina.
As gob after gob of fiery semen erupted from the hole in the head of Terry's cock, Chris flooded the stiff prick with cuntal juices, for his cumming started her to cum again. She sucked on his tongue as she wiggled her ass frantically, trying to prolong her pleasure as much as she could.
Finally, it was no use, neither of them was going to cum anymore. Chris lay over the boy, her body shaking, as she regained control of herself. At last, she pushed herself off of him and looked down at his face. "Well?" she asked.
"It was wonderful," he sighed. "I ... I never knew it was so wonderful, cumming, I mean. At the home, they always tell us sex is bad, that we ought not to even let our things get hard. But they're liars, aren't they?"
Chris let a smile play across her face. "They think they're right," she said. "You know different but don't let them know that. We'd both be in a lot of trouble if anybody knew what we'd done."
After extracting a solemn promise from Terry that he'd not say anything about fucking her, Christ led him into the shower room where she was almost tempted to fuck him once more. A glance at the time showed her she couldn't and, reluctantly, she bid Terry adieu, getting the signs of their fuck cleaned up just before they left together.
CHAPTER THREE
Joe Margone considered himself to be a successful man. Most of the people who knew him agreed with him. The fact that he was virtually unknown outside of the territory around Russelton did nothing to detract from the feeling of success in which Joe basked.
Orphaned at the age of nine, Joe had grown up in Russelton, at the state orphanage. By sheer ferocity on the field, he had impressed several colleges enough to offer him football scholarships and he had parlayed that opportunity into a five-year career in professional football, a career that had ended when he had slipped one morning coming down his front steps and broken his hip. Although he walked with no trace of a limp, he had chosen not to return to the gridiron as a player.
Luckily, the coach at Russelton High had been retiring that same year and the school board had jumped at the opportunity to honor a native son by giving Joe the post. In the three years he had coached Russelton High, his teams had lost only two games; they had also won the state championship each of those years.
Even Joe's marriage had been successful. He and Bettylou had been married in college and had lived, as a friend described it, like the honeymoon was never gonna end. Unfortunately, it had ended, in a squeal of brakes and a thud, as Bettylou's car was hit by a out-of-control tractor-trailer.
If there had been one fly in the ointment of Joe Margone's life, it was the fact that he loved children. Not as sexual objects, but as a parent loves his offspring. The reason this was a fly in the ointment of Joe's life was that he could not have children; for some reason, he was incapable of producing spermatozoa. Joe could cum, but it did no good. Doctors had confirmed this, his wife didn't get pregnant because Joe couldn't impregnate her.
Still, if he couldn't have children of his own, Joe had as many surrogate children as he could desire. In addition to coaching, Joe taught seventh and eighth grade English and many a student who had reached that level thinking poetry was for weaklings and dullards, had their opinion changed by the sight of a muscular man who looked like the former line-backer he'd been, reciting Keats, Whitman, Eliot or Ferlinghetti.
Joe Margorve was highly popular among the students at Russelton High and was frequently asked to chaperone dances. When he was on the scene, everyone knew that they could have a good time, for Joe never seemed to notice the couples drifting into darkened corners or ducking outside, but he always knew exactly what was going on and, more than once, just as two boys were about to come to blows, Joe would be there, smiling as he said: "If anybody gets hit, I'm going to ache. And you know what happens to people who hurt me, don't you?" Nobody did, but no one wanted to find out either.
Joe was handsome in a rugged sort of way, impressively built, for he was still at his playing weight of 212. His wavy black hair was a little longer than it had been when he'd gone to college, just long enough to mark him as modish, but not too long to upset the conservative members of the school board.
Joe had often been the objects of violent crushes by his students, but he hadn't noticed this. At first, he had had eyes for no other woman but Bettylou and, while he had gotten over his shock after her loss, to the extent that he now socialized some, he'd never thought of teen-agers as anything but big children, even though he was less than a dozen years out of his teens himself.
Of all his students, Joe responded most to those from the state orphanage, for he had fond memories of his life there, spartan as it had been. During the summer, he took the younger orphans on picnics, and he worked with the boys who planned to come out for football in the fall, giving them pointers that other boys got from their fathers or older brothers.
On the Friday after Chris had initiated young Terry Williams into full manhood, another Friday with a football game scheduled for the night, and after the junior varsity's season was over, Joe was in his office at the gym, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he called, cheerfully, as the door started to swing open.
"Hi, Betsy," he greeted the girl who stood there in the doorway. She was one of the girls from the orphanage, thirteen years old, blonde, with an attractively formed face and a lithe body that was budding into curvaciousness.
"Wanta see what I've learned?" she asked, full of excitement.
"Sure, Betsy," he said, rising from behind his desk and dropping a letter to a former teammate who was now assistant coach at a big western university. The letter concerned two of Joe's players and a boy from another local school, all of whom would need a scholarship to go to college. All were good football players and Joe was in hope that, of the three, one at least, would interest his old friend.
He followed the girl into the gym, unaware that she was walking as seductively as possible for his benefit. To him, Betsy was just another little girl who needed all the love he could give her, the same way he wanted to give as much love as possible to every boy and girl he came into contact with.
In the far corner of the gym was a set of high parallel bars, six feet off the floor. It was to these that Betsy led him.
As was the fashion among the younger girls that season, she was dressed in a wrap-around skirt and T-shirt, this one emblazoned with the face of a well-known cartoon character and the motto: "What? Me Worry?"
On reaching the bars, Betsy undid her skirt, before Joe was aware of what she had in mind. Suddenly, she had leaped into the air, caught the bars and pulled herself up until her waist was level with the oak rails. For the first time in years, Joe found himself looking at a half-clad set of teenage buttocks with something akin to interest. "Damn, she's getting to be good looking," he muttered under his breath.
Betsy swung her legs up and over the bars, then released her hand hold and began leaning backward, until she was hanging by her heels. In this position, the loose T-shirt dropped over her face, giving Joe a good look at the burgeoning young tits, unhampered by a bra or the need for one as yet. Still, though small, Betsy's tits were appealing and Joe shivered as he felt himself react to the sight of the girl's almost nude body.
Swiftly Betsy twisted, until she was bent double, her hands back on the bars. With her thighs spread to give her a grip on the smooth oak, her panties had drawn taut against her crotch and Joe was presented with a clear, if hidden, view of the slit of her cunt. In addition, a few sparse cunt-hairs poked out in the narrow crotchband of the panties.
Betsy's feet kicked free and she swung between the bars, her body swinging up above the bars. Suddenly she released her hand hold and twisted in the air, reversing her position and facing Joe as she held herself in the air on her hands and straightened arms, her body reaching toward the ceiling.
When her legs came down, she swung up until they were above the bar, then supported herself with her thighs, again opening her barely hidden cunt to him. Joe, despite himself, could see the slit of her young pussy and he reacted, as any man would, to the intimate sight.
Reaching behind herself, Betsy lifted her body and brought her legs together, then swirled about and resumed her previous position, with her back to him.
For several more moments, Betsy displayed her prowess on the parallel bars, displaying most of her body at the same time. But although he was sure she wasn't aware of what her gymnastics were doing to her clothes, Joe found himself more interested in the glimpses he got of her nubile body than in the display of acrobatic talent.
"How was that?" Betsy asked, as she dropped to her feet at the end of the bars, after having performed a series of airborne cartwheels.
"That was great, really great," Joe responded heartily, as if he could make up for with enthusiasm what he'd lacked in attention. "That was fantastic," he added.
Betsy threw herself at him, catching him around the neck as she launched herself in the air. Instinctively, Joe caught her and absorbed the force of her impulsive move and his hands burned as they found themselves full of her hot wiggling bottom.
Impulsively, Betsy kissed him squarely on the mouth and Joe found himself having to fight to avoid thrusting his tongue into the sweetness beyond her pliant lips.
Hurriedly he set her on the floor. "Betsy, behave and get dressed," he growled, turning hurriedly away from her lest she notice his stiffened cock and wonder about it. What Joe didn't know was that Betsy had been acutely aware of his hard cock, that she had thrown herself into his arms, less in a burst of reaction to his praise than in an attempt to check his reaction to the sight of her near nakedness.
Joe, when he returned to his desk, tried to turn his thoughts back to the letter he'd been writing, but he couldn't get the images of her appealing body out of his mind. As he stared at the paper, he kept seeing Betsy's cupcake-sized tits, or the thin lines of her cuntlips as they'd pressed against the white cloth of her panties. His cock remained rock-hard in his trousers, no matter what he did to try to forget the sights +hat had caused it to stiffen, and his nuts ached in their tightness.
With a groan, Joe rose and closed his office door, making sure it was locked. Hastily, he lowered his zipper and drew his cock from inside his trousers. It was long and sturdy, with a purplish head and blue veins showing along the gleaming white column. As he walked back toward his desk, Joe wrapped his fingers around the hard cock and began to pump his hand.
The more he jerked on his cock, the more specific, and the more erotic, became the visions of Betsy that filtered into his mind. Now it wasn't because her T-shirt had slipped that he saw her tits, it was because she was naked from the waist up. Now it wasn't a bas relief of her cunt he saw, but the real thing, with sparse golden curls surmounting the tender slit.
In his erotic fantasy, as he pumped his hand up and down the length of his hard cock, Joe had Betsy in his arms again, his hands holding her squirming ass as she kissed him, but her ass was naked, as was his. And, instead of fighting the temptation to thrust his tongue into the young girl's mouth, Joe did so, to find her accepting it wantonly, actually closing her sweet mouth around it and sucking on it as she wiggled her naked tits against his naked chest.
His mind conjured up pictures of his mouth roaming her body, drawing her tits into his mouth, biting at the plumpness of her trim little ass, licking at her thighs, driving against her cunt as he tongued her clitoris or slipped his tongue into her vagina.
"I need a woman, bad," he muttered to himself, his hand still pumping around his cock. His mind was still filled with pictures of Betsy in sexual postures. Now she was spreading her legs as she lowered her cunt to his mouth; now she was bending over his cock, taking the fullness of it into her mouth and sucking greedily as she worked her hands against his balls, now she was lying back, her legs spread, her ass off the surface she was lying on, her cunt gaping open as she moaned to him to fuck her.
"Unnnnhhh," he groaned, as his hand produced the desired result and his cum jetted into the air, spraying the underside of his desk with hot jism while he shuddered again and again.
An hour later, Joe Margone was still slumped in his office chair, his limp cock against his trousers, his eyes screwed tightly shut. Joe had never been ashamed of himself when he'd masturbated, he'd always recognized that there were times when it was the only form of relief a man had and he'd never denied himself sexual release when his body really needed it.
The thing that was disturbing to Joe Margone, more disturbing than the fact that he had allowed himself to become aroused by a girl young enough to be his daughter, that he had thought of her as he had masturbated, that he had wanted to kiss her tits and ass and cunt, more disturbing than all of these was the fact that, after he had jerked off, he still thought of Betsy in the same way he had done when he'd been beating his meat.
Finally, with a shudder, Joe convinced himself that the whole problem was that he was lonely. He had been happily married for almost nine years, then had come a year of widowerhood. That he had lived for that long with no more than a handful of visits to Doyle in search of a whore or a pickup, was a testament to his love for Bettylou, a love that still hadn't vanished.
But as he thought of his continuing desire for Betsy Jay, Joe had wondered what Bettylou would've done if he had been the one to die. He was as sure of her love for him as he was of his for her, but he remembered that she was as hot-blooded as he, that she was always ready and willing for a good time in bed, that she had often awakened him in the early hours of the morning for another fuck or a session of sucking each other to cumming. Would she have been able to go on for the rest of her life without someone to lavish her affection on, without someone to screw regularly?
And would Bettylou want him to spend the rest of his life alone? They had never discussed the life of one if the other died, had never speculated on what changes death would bring to their world. Both of them had been in good health, death hadn't seemed possible.
The more Joe thought of it, the more he was able to convince himself that Bettylou would understand that it wasn't a rejection of her or a negation of the love he'd had with her, if he found another woman to share his life. He needed a wife to make him complete, even Bettylou had told him that he'd become a better man after they'd gotten married, and she'd thought he was pretty great when they'd just been dating. No, she wouldn't mind if he found a new wife.
I'll start looking tonight, Joe thought, as he rearranged his clothing. Yes, tonight I'll find a woman, get something real going. Maybe Chris'd tike to go out with me.
The more he thought about that, the better the idea sounded to him. Chris Newsom was a fine-looking piece of woman, generously curved where it counted. More important, she and Joe had common interests that could be used to base a relationship on, both loved kids and sports, not only the intricacies of play, but the statistics that had accumulated over the years. They'd already sat around arguing the merits of players they'd never seen, just on the basis of what the records said they'd done.
Sure, Joe thought, as he headed for one of the restaurants to get supper before the game, I'll ask Chris if she d like a date.
But it was Betsy Jay he kept looking for, or at, during the game. Not that he had to look far, instead of sitting down, the girl was on her feet at the fence separating spectators from the field.
Every time Joe turned to the stands, there was Betsy in the center of his vision, smiling at him, waving excitedly if the team had done something exceptional. She was wearing the same outfit she'd had on that afternoon and Joe couldn't turn his thoughts away from the images he'd gotten of her little girl cunt and her nearly naked body.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Rawlins was around again today, asking if I was sure you were doing a good job. I told him you were qualified to train a college team, that we were lucky to have you," Joe Margone said to Chris Newsom, as he sprawled on the couch in the living room of her mobile home, relaxing after the supper she'd cooked for him. It was their fifth date in the past two weeks, for Chris had sensed that dating Joe might help her resolve her problems, keep her mind away from Terry Williams and his big, hard, big-boy cock.
Harold Rawlins was the principal of Russelton High, a humorless, taciturn man, who seemed to be perpetually afraid that disaster was imminent. Everyone who knew him conceded that he was an outstanding administrator but that he was pedantic when it came to teaching, that he had no feeling for instruction or his students. To Rawlins, students were the least important part of the educational process.
"Politics," Chris replied. "I've been here a couple of months and I know that already. He wants to be superintendent of schools for the county. If he can help the school board get rid of me, it'd be a feather in his hat. I don't think he dislikes me; he'd probably be willing to forget the whole thing. But the board still hates the idea that they hired me thinking I was a man and they want to find a way to get rid of me.
"Thank God," Chris continued, "the teachers are on my side, most of them. Oh, sure, some of the older ones, the men particularly, don't approve of my being trainer, but they'll back me on principle if the board refuses to renew my contract, unless they can prove I'm incompetent, or a bad influence."
"Yeah, and you've got some of the town on your side too," Joe reminded her. "That was a good idea you had, offering to spend Saturday teaching karate and self-defense to any ladies that wanted it. That and teaching first aid prove you want to help the town. The school board may not like the idea of renewing your contract, but they're not going to go against the public, they've got to get re-elected and they know they'd have opposition if they fired you without reason."
The two of them were silent as Chris moved to replace the stack of records that had played through. The first time Joe had stopped for a drink after a date with Chris, he'd been afraid, when she said she was going to put on some music, that it would be hard rock, which he heard too much of. But she'd surprised him by loading the turntable with Martin Denny and Cal Tjader; soft, sensual music, with a touch of exotic rhythms and instruments. "Hope you don't think it's too square," Chris had apologized, "but it's my favorite type of music."
"Mine too," Joe had answered. And for the next hour, they'd discussed the instrumentalists of the late 50s and early 60s, wondering what had happened to several of the people they'd liked who had, seemingly, ceased to make records.
As the sensual rhythms filled the small room, Joe ran his eyes approvingly over the taut mounds of Chris' ass, fittingly displayed in a pair of red satin hotpants. It was the first time he'd seen her dressed so casually, but he had to admit that she was smart not to wear the outfit she had on when she was out in Russelton. The sight of her in a clinging, metallic blouse and those hotpants would raise the collective blood pressure of Everett Cain and the other members of the school board to a dangerous level.
"More wine?" Chris asked as she rose and turned to face him.
Joe let his eyes slide over her body before looking at her. "No, no thank you," he answered. "What I'd really like is you."
The minute the words left his mouth, he wondered if he'd made a mistake, if he hadn't rushed her a little. So far, the most they'd done, sexually, was neck heavily. It was the wine, Joe decided. He'd had more than he normally did and it must have gone to his head. He held his breath, waiting to see how Chris would react; if necessary, he'd apologize.
It didn't seem to be bothering her. She was smiling and moving toward him. In fact, his statement hadn't bothered Chris in the slightest. She was attracted to Joe, more than casually attracted, and she had decided that she needed to find a man to sleep with once in a while, if for no other reason than to keep her from looking at Terry Williams and remembering how sweet his little cock had been when she'd seduced him. But Joe, by taking his time with her, had made her start wondering if all he was interested in was a platonic friendship.
As she walked toward the couch, Chris was well aware that she was an attractive woman, particularly clad as she was. Her tits, though large, were still firm enough not to need a bra for support and the only thing beneath the metallic blouse was her, so her tits jounced and rolled as she walked.
When she reached the couch, instead of sitting beside Joe, the way she'd done on the other occasions when they'd necked, she slid her knees onto the couch on each side of his thighs and sat on his lap as she leaned forward to offer him her mouth.
His hands rose and slid across her face, tangling themselves in her hair as he drew her lips to his. Chris rubbed her hands over his shoulders and upper chest as she gave him her mouth, taking his heavy tongue readily past her lips and teeth, dueling with it as she let him press her mouth harder against his.
Maybe the fact that he'd had a drink more than normal caused Joe's inhibitions to lower, or maybe it was just that they allowed him to act on the realization that things were building, rapidly, to a head between he and Chris. In any event, as the kiss went on, he let one hand slip from her neck, traced on down the curve of her back, then brought it around and moved it up her belly.
Slowly, as if he were savoring the experience, which he was, Joe traced the curves of Chris' tits, running his fingertips lightly over the heavy mounds, until Chris caught his hand and clasped it to the tit he'd been caressing.
Immediately, Joe tightened his fingers, digging into the resilient flesh he was holding. He could feel her nipple rising to meet the heat of his hand and' he drew his fingers around it, pinching the tender flesh until Chris tore her mouth from his and sighed in delight.
"Joe," she said, moving her lips along the edge of his neck, then biting, lightly, at his ear lobe, as he rolled her hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her other nipple, untouched, was starting to rise as a result of the stimulation of its twin, jutting up against the fabric of the blouse unmistakably.
Chris' blouse featured a deep V-neckline and Joe shifted his hand there, running his fingertips along the flesh at the start of her cleavage. Chris thrust her tongue deep into his ear as he eased his fingers into the blouse and caught her tingling nipple in his fingers. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned, working her hands against the buttons of his shirt, until she could grasp his small male nipples in her fingers and squeeze them.
Joe's other hand left the back of her head and traveled down the curve of her spine, coming to rest only when it was at the base of her ass. Slowly he traced his fingers across the half-moons of her buttocks, noticing that she was beginning to squirm more excitedly the more he rubbed her tightly encased ass.
Suddenly she was holding his head and pouring her tongue into his mouth, twisting her lips on his, breathing hard through her nose as she gave in completely to the feelings he was producing within her. Chris had planned, as she'd walked toward him, just to neck and let him fondle her some, but she had denied herself the pleasure of her body too long and she had already reached the stage where she didn't want to stop until Joe had fucked her long and hard, until they were both covered with sweat and were too tired to do more than lay against each other. They only thing that was preventing Chris from hopping to her feet and stripping was her fear that Joe wouldn't understand, that he would think poorly of her for being so open about her desire.
Joe, however, seemed to sense her need, for he drew his hand from the neckline of her blouse, slid it over her rippling belly and worked it under the clinging material of her blouse, sliding it over her firm tits once more, but flesh to flesh now.
Chris could stand it no longer. She had to do something. It was by sheer exercise of will power that she did no more than reach down and draw the blouse over her head, settling back, away from him, as she did so, so he got a good look at her heaving tits as she tossed the blouse to a nearby chair.
Her tits were heavy, swollen with desire, the nipples erect and extending an inch beyond the carmine surface of her areola. Chris measured 37 inches at the tits and wore a C-cup bra. Luckily, she was tall enough, heavily boned enough, so her tits didn't seem exaggerated. She was just a big woman, with tits in proportion to her size.
Tantalizingly, she ran her hands over the accentuated curve of her waist, bringing them up until she was cupping her firm tits in her hands, lifting them, as if she was offering them to his mouth. Actually, she was, she wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel Joe's lips against her nipples.
Because his Bettylou had been a highly passionate woman, Joe knew how Chris was feeling. He caught her ass in both hands and lifted her a little, drawing her to him as he did so. Slowly he lowered his mouth to her tits, hearing her moan with passion as he flicked his tongue across one nipple, then the other, before sucking one of the turreted nipples into his mouth. As he fed on her hot nipples, his fingers flexed against the resilient flesh of her ass, causing her buttocks to squirm frenziedly in his grip.
"Ohhhhhh," Chris moaned, as Joe opened his mouth and took more of her tit inside. She was holding to his head for support, caressing the back of it as he sucked noisily at her tit. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned again.
Tentatively, he eased a hand lower on her ass, reaching under her to run his fingertips across the crotchband of her hotpants. Chris gasped and her hips snapped forward involuntarily as she spread her knees over further to give him freer access to her cunt.
The hotpants were cut too tightly to permit him to get his fingers inside them, but she could rectify that somewhat, and she did, by reaching down and opening them, then wiggling them and her bikini panties a little lower on her hips. Joe was swift to take advantage of this relaxation of the barrier between them and he slid his hand around her waist and eased his fingers under the tricot panties, searching through the thick bush of cunt-hairs until he found her clitoris.
"Ooooooooh," Chris squealed, as he pinched at that most sensitive part of her body. Hungrily, her hands began to work at his belt, opening it, then his trousers. Without hesitation, she plunged her hands inside them, grasping his cock as soon as she encountered it. Against her tits, Joe gave a muffled snort of pleasure and Chris sensed he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
His shorts unsnapped and Chris opened them and his trousers as far as she could. She was holding his cock between her palms, rolling it back and forth slowly, something that she'd learned to do with Rick, something he'd said was even more exciting than having her curl her fingers around his cock and pump them against it. Apparently, Joe liked it too, for he drew his head back from her tit and let it loll against the back of the couch as he gasped in delight.
Chris was too far gone into the sensuality of the situation to care what Joe might think of her. All that mattered was that she wanted him, needed him. Swiftly, before he realized what she intended, she slid off his lap, spreading his knees as she plunged her head toward his groin.
Just as her tongue flicked across the head of his cock, Joe cupped her chin in his hands and lifted her head, bending it back until she was looking up at him. "Let's go to bed, so I can do it to you too," he suggested.
But Chris was too excited to want to stop for even the few seconds it would take for them to get into the bedroom and out of their clothes. "You can eat me later," she whispered, moving his hands from her chin and returning her head to his groin.
Since he'd made the offer to stimulate her with his mouth as she sucked his cock and had had it rejected, Joe was more than content to lie back against the couch and let Chris have her way. He sighed as she ran her laving tongue skillfully over the painfully engorged head of his cock, then lifted his ass as she tugged at the waistband of his trousers, so she could pull them off. She took his shorts with them, working them off as she licked hungrily at the length of his cock, sweeping her tongue across it as she removed his socks, then began running her nails along the inner surfaces of his thighs while her mouth planted quick, shifting kisses across his swollen balls.
"Baby, ohhhhh, baby," Joe grunted, as her mouth resumed its caresses of his cock. When Chris reached the top of the shaft, she slid her lips over the head, rubbing it with their velvety smoothness until it was encompassed in the heat of her wet mouth and she was sucking greedily at it.
A moment later, and she was bobbing her head over his delicious cock, holding it tightly with her lips so that they became distended as her head lifted, then pushed back as she lowered her head again. Her tongue beat against the head of his cock and her hands moved over his balls and belly in a teasing manner. It didn't take much intuition to tell Chris enjoyed sucking a man's cock, no one could have done so in the artistic manner she used if they hadn't enjoyed performing the act.
The long period of continence had reduced the amount of foreplay that Joe could stand, and it wasn't long after Chris had begun blowing him that he gasped: "Gonnna cummmmm, baby. Ohhhhh, honey, gonna cummmmmmm."
The warning didn't deter Chris from continuing to bob her head over his cock and, a second or two later, when Joe began jetting his hot cum into her mouth, she sucked even harder as she swallowed the salty gobs of hot, white semen. "Ohhhhhhh," Joe groaned, feeling her working wantonly on his cock as he shot load after load of jism into her mouth.
"Come kiss me," Joe moaned, when he could stand her mouth on his cock no more. He barely noticed the gleam in her eyes as she rose and gave him her mouth, he just filled it with his tongue as he grasped her hotpants and pushed them down until they fell to the floor and she could step out of them.
A second or so later, however, he broke the kiss and rose, his cock once more restored to maximum hardness. They went into each other's arms and Chris pressed the full length of her hot body to his, rubbing his cock between their bellies as he cupped her ass and rubbed his fingers along the sweaty crack of it.
Still holding each other, still kissing, they shuffled sideways through the mobile home until they were in the master bedroom. The edge of the bed hit Chris' knees and she pulled away from Joe to sit down, intending to swivel onto the bed and welcome him in after her.
But as she swung her left leg up onto the mattress, Joe dropped to his knees and encircled her waist with his arms as he pulled her forward until half of her right buttock was off the bed. His mouth was already on her cunt and Chris moaned as she lay back, her left foot planted flatly on the mattress, the knee raised; her right leg swung as far away as she could get it, so her cunt gaped open to receive his kisses.
Joe used his hands to spread the cheeks of her ass to the utmost, then slithered his tongue along the crack of her ass. As he paused to lick and kiss at her anus, Chris groaned in hunger as she anticipated what he was going to do. Slowly, as she'd expected, he wormed his tongue into her anal opening, pressing it deeper and deeper as his nose rubbed her vaginal opening and she ground her cunt against his face. "Ohhhhh," Chris moaned ecstatically as he fucked her ass with his tongue.
It was something she and Rick had never gotten into and the only experience Chris had with tongue-fucking asses was the time she had worked her tongue into Terry Williams' ass. Now she was discovering just how exciting it was to have a tongue up her ass and she was twisting and squirming on the bed as Joe moved his tongue slowly in and out of her asshole.
"Jooooeeeee," Chris moaned, her hips snapping her cunt harder against his face. He recognized the urgency in her voice, knew that she was fast approaching a point where she'd cum, if he continued. All he did was thrust his tongue deeper into her ass.
"Ahhhhhh," Chris groaned, as something snapped within her and she felt her vagina spasm as she began pouring her cuntal fluids down. They trickled along the crack of her ass and Joe withdrew his tongue to lap greedily at them, then pressed his mouth to her vagina and sucked as hard as he could, thrusting his tongue into her once in a while, keeping her cumming, until she could stand not having her cunt filled with his cock no longer.
"Fuckkkkkk," she moaned. "I want to fuckkkkkk."
He rocked back onto his heels and rose, his cock hard and gleaming in the unlit room as Chris slid into the middle of the bed. A second later and he was atop her, his mouth coming down hard on hers as he thrust his cock deep into her cunt, banging the head against the opening of her womb as his hairy balls slapped between the cheeks of her ass. Chris heaved her ass up to meet him and dug her nails into his shoulders as he drove his cock into her.
It was pure animal passion that controlled them as Joe slammed his cock into her again and again and Chris humped her ass up to meet each downward thrust of the fat prick. Her hips twisted about and her thighs heaved against his as he hammered away, driving into her cunt with hard thrusts that made their bellies slap together.
His hands were between them, each clasped tightly over one of her tits, the swollen nipples poking up between his ring and index fingers so they were squeezed each time he flexed his hands.
Chris threw her legs into the air and folded her calves across his back just below the shoulder blades, drawing him deeper into her cunt, making his driving cock rub across her throbbing clitoris each time he slid it into her.
Joe began to rock his hips up and down, fucking against all parts of her vagina and, indeed, against all parts of her cunt, as Chris shuddered her way through another cumming. He was fucking her even better than Rick ever had and Chris twisted her mouth under his as she humped her ass up to him and raked his back with her nails again and again. Neither of them were aware that she was drawing blood each time she clawed at him.
He fucked her hard, driving his cock faster and faster into her cunt, pumping it to her almost savagely as she responded with as much enthusiasm as any woman he'd ever had his cock in. Even Bettylou, Joe was forced to admit, had never surpassed the young woman who was matching him thrust for thrust now.
Even though he'd shot off in her mouth less than half-an-hour before, Joe felt the familiar tingling in his balls that told him he was going to cum again. He drew his legs up until his thighs were tight against her squirming ass and slammed his cock harder and faster into her gaping cunt, driving down into her as she humped her ass up at his as enthusiastically as ever. He was fucking her as hard and as fast as he could and she was staying with him, picking up the tempo of her responses every time he increased the tempo with which he threw his hard cock to her.
"Unnnhhhhh," Joe groaned, tearing his mouth from hers as his cock started spewing hot jism into the depth of her cunt. Chris realized that he was cumming and she worked her vagina muscles around his jerking cock, milking more and more cum out of him as her own juices poured around his cock, bathing it in the copious flow of her own cumming.
Chris came awake the next morning to the unfamiliar sensation of a cock slipping into her cunt. It wasn't that she wasn't used to getting fucked, it was just that she was unused to being awakened by someone who was going to fuck her, for she and Rick had never slept together in the same room. He had visited her at her home and screwed her in her bed, just as she had entered his bed at his home, but they'd always been careful to be in their respective beds before they went to sleep.
"Mmmmmmm," Chris murmured drowsily, as Joe Margone plunged his stiff cock deeper into her cunt. From the ease with which he was entering her, she realized he must have been playing with her cunt for some minutes before taking her. "What a nice way to wake up," she murmured, wiggling her ass against his loins.
"You're nice to wake up this way," Joe whispered against her ear as he tightened his handhold on the plump tit he was squeezing.
The night before, after their first fuck, they'd shared a glass of wine, then returned to bed, falling into a heated sixty-nine soon after starting to fondle each other. Then Joe had turned her onto her belly, lifted her hips until her knees were almost against her tits and fucked her lustily, thrusting up into her hot cunt until he'd reduced her to no more than a babbling bundle of sensations. They had gone to sleep with her back against his chest and, apparently, hadn't moved during the night.
Chris lifted one leg and threw it back over his body, pressing him deeper into her cunt. She could look down and watch his big cock as it rode into her, watch it reappear glistening with her pussy fluids. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured as he worked his other hand under her waist and started to flick his thumb across her swollen clitoris.
There was no franticness in this fuck; it was slow and easy, a steady gliding of Joe's cock in and out of her cunt, a steady building of sensation in them until Chris gasped and ground her ass back at him harder as her vaginal muscles spasmed around his twitching cock while he shot his load into her. For the first time, she wished that he'd rolled her onto her back and taken her that way, for she couldn't reach his mouth, no matter how she twisted her head.
Joe recognized what she wanted and drew his cock from her, letting her flatten herself to the mattress as he leaned over and pressed his mouth gently to hers.
"Good morning," they whispered in unison, when the kiss ended. Chuckling, they slid from the bed. Chris told Joe to use the shower while she cooked breakfast, since the stall would hold only one person at a time.
After eating, Joe insisted she let him dry the dishes while she washed them. Since Chris hated to wash them, preferring to let them accumulate until she was out of clean utensils, she was only too happy to accept his offer of help.
Twenty-five minutes later, when she emerged in a plain, white blouse and a pair of faded jeans, her feet encased in suede boots that came almost to her knees and her hair tied back with a black velvet band, Joe whistled approvingly. "What're your plans for today?" he asked, since it was Saturday.
"Don't have any, really," she answered.
"Want to go take some of the kids from the home on a hike?" he asked. She jumped at the chance, for she knew how much the kids there meant to him and she thought it a clear sign that she was more than somebody to date and fuck if he was willing to have her go along.
Eleven kids went hiking with them, including Terry Williams and Betsy Jay. Chris was careful to pay neither any more nor any less attention to Terry than she did to any of the other kids and she was also quick to notice that Betsy seemed to resent her presence, while obviously excited by the prospect of being near Joe.
"That little girl is crazy about you," she told the coach, as they drove back to her trailer. "The little blonde."
"Awwwww, come on," Joe protested. "She's just a kid, what would she want with an old man like me? She's just glad to have somebody to pay attention to her."
"Sure, and she'd prove it anyway she had to," Chris replied.
"I'll bet she's never been kissed," Joe retorted. "She's only thirteen."
"There're three thirteen-year-olds at school right now that're pregnant," Chris said. "As for your being what you call an old man; when I was her age, I had a crush on a teacher that was in his forties and I'd have done anything he wanted me to. And I had a very happy home life. But I'd have let him fuck me, even if I wasn't sure what fucking was. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think that little girl would do anything you asked her to, no matter what it was. And she'd love it, whatever it was."
Luckily they stopped in front of her trailer at that time, so Chris didn't notice how preoccupied Joe was the rest of the way to his house. She had no way of knowing that what she'd said had greatly disturbed him for, although she had fucked him as well as he'd ever been fucked, thoroughly satiating him, he'd thought, her words had caused him to ache with renewed lust, lust that he knew was for Betsy Jay.
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's not helping, is it?" Chris asked as she lifted her head from Harold Rawlins' groin and looked at his still limp cock. She had been sucking on it for ten minutes or so and it hadn't grown any in that time.
Harold Rawlins was not Chris' idea of the ideal man. In fact, he wasn't much a man at all as far as she was concerned. If he had asked her for a date, she'd have turned him down, by lying if necessary.
So, why was she sucking on his cock as she knelt, naked on the floor of her mobile home?
It wasn't because she wanted to, that was for sure. The idea of having sex, of any sort, with Harold Rawlins was repellent to Chris and she'd wondered, as she'd lowered her mouth to his limp cock, if she'd be able to go through with what he was demanding without being sick. Fortunately, it hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd expected it to be.
She had just finished her supper and was relaxing while trying to decide if she wanted to answer the letters she'd received that day or if she wanted to read some of the new paperbacks she'd bought in Doyle the previous weekend, when the knock had come on her front door. She'd answered it and been astonished to see her principal standing there, but she'd invited him in, although she'd had no idea why he'd chosen to visit her. From what she'd heard, Harold didn't socialize with his faculty members away from school, with the exception of a party he hosted at Christmas and another just after the end of school for the summer.
She hadn't had to wait long to learn the reason for his visit.
"Miss Newsom," he'd said, "you're well aware, I'm sure, that the members of the school board are not happy with your employment here. Oh, not that they have any doubts about your competency; I know that, as far as your work goes, there can be no fault found. Indeed, you've far surpassed what we expect a trainer to be. But the board feels you obtained your job under false pretenses, that they thought they were hiring a man and that you should have let them break your contract as they suggested, with a partial payment and a recommendation."
"What kind of recommendation could they give if I hadn't worked for them?" Chris had asked. "It wasn't my fault that they assumed I'd checked the wrong box on the application when it asked for sex. It's not my fault that they're so old-fashion that they couldn't conceive of a woman wanting a job as a trainer, or that they couldn't have specified that the position was as trainer of boys' teams."
"There's a lot of truth in what you're saying," Rawlins had conceded. "Not that I'm prepared to defend you before the board; as principal of Russelton High, I'm bound to follow their dictates.
"But," he'd continued, "they do want to find grounds to dismiss you; grounds they could cite so the rest of the teachers would not feel compelled to come actively to your defense."
"I'm aware of that," Chris had replied. "They can look as long as they want, they won't find any cause to fire me. And the teachers will support me if my contract isn't renewed."
"The board knows that," Rawlins had acknowledged. "They won't risk having a teachers' strike here, certainly not when it would look as if they were being unnecessarily conservative. If they fire you, or refuse to renew your contract, it will be on grounds they feel justify the act, and they'll be grounds that will cause the teachers to forget about backing you."
"Then my job's safe," Chris had said. "There's nothing they can find that fits those circumstances."
Rawlins had grinned. "Maybe, maybe not," he'd said. "I guess it would depend on how they chose to interpret those circumstances.
"For example," he'd said, "your application says you are single and that you've never been married."
"That's right," Chris had agreed.
"But," Rawlins had countered, "there is on file in another state a document that says that ownership of this trailer was transferred to Chris Newsom from Mr. and Mrs. Richard Ferrintino. Mr. Richard Ferrintino and Mrs. Chris Newsom Ferrintino. How are you going to explain that?"
Chris had been taken aback at the idea that he'd been so willing to advance his career by getting the school board grounds to fire her that he'd been willing to investigate her that clearly and she'd been unable to speak for a moment.
He had misinterpreted her silence. "Yes," he'd agreed, "falsification of the application is grounds for dismissal."
"I didn't lie," Chris had protested. "Rick and I were going to get married as soon as we graduated. We found this mobile home for sale at a good price and we arranged to borrow the money we didn't have to buy it with. Everybody knew Rick was going to get a good contract from a major league team, and the bank was willing to lend us the money. It was their idea to say we were already married.
"I mean, we were going to be married within a month. By the time the paperwork was completed, we'd have been married. They said it was perfectly legal for us to sign as if we were man and wife instead of going through the complications of treating us as unmarried people, then having to transfer all the title documents to us as a married couple after the ceremony.
"They transferred the title to me under my maiden name when Rick was killed. There was an insurance policy with the loan that said if either of us was killed before the loan was repaid, the money would be provided. The trailer's mine completely."
"I had assumed that was the situation," Rawlins had said. "But will the board. Looking for an excuse to fire you, as they are, won't they use this to get what they want?
"Oh," he went on, waving her protest away, "I'm sure that you would, if you went to court, be vindicated eventually. Sooner or later, you'd find a court that would order you to be reinstated, with back pay, but that could take years. In the meantime, you'd have no job, no support. You'd be known as a person fired for lying on your job application, lying about your marital status. Even if you got your job back, life wouldn't be pleasant while you were going through the courts to regain it. And there's a slim chance that the board might be upheld. A very slim chance, I'll admit, but a chance, unless you fought the matter to the Federal courts."
"Why come to me with this?" Chris had asked suddenly. It hadn't made any sense.
"As I said," Rawlins had replied, "I think you would win if you contested the board's decision to fire you as a result of this information, although I think it would be only after you'd spent considerable time and money. You would have to exert that legal effort only after the board used this information. Perhaps you would like to insure that the board never saw this."
All at once it had dawned on her as to what he meant. She could fuck him and insure his silence, or reject him and have to go to court to get her job back. As he said, it could be a long and expensive battle to regain her job, particularly when her reputation would prevent her from getting another good job. Getting fired for lying on her job application would cost her other jobs, for she would be guilty until a court ruled her innocent. It might be worth it, as disgusting as the idea was, to do what Rawlins wanted, rather than fight the matter in court.
"All right," she'd said rising to her feet. She had made sure that the blinds were tightly shut and the windows and doors locked securely, for she'd had a momentary idea that Rawlins might be playing a more devious game than it appeared and she had a vision of someone bursting into the trailer and taking a picture of the two of them fucking.
"Your caution is commendable, if unwarranted," Rawlins had said. "Obviously, if you are placed in a compromising situation with me, my own situation is equally compromised. And I don't want that."
Then he'd told her to undress and he'd leered at her as she'd divested herself of her clothing. She had next been ordered to walk around and assume various revealing positions as he'd undressed. Finally, when he was naked, she'd had to sit in his lap and let him paw her while he'd kissed her hungrily. His breath had tasted of staleness, tobacco and whiskey, and Chris had wondered if he'd had to take a drink to get up nerve to confront her, or if he was a secret alcoholic. Not that it had mattered.
When, after fifteen or twenty minutes, it had become apparent that he was not responding to her, he'd ordered her to go down on him. Chris had hated the idea but she'd felt she had no choice and she'd slid to her knees before him, lifted his limp cock in her hands and slipped it into her mouth, then sucked long and hard on it, having to endure the musky stale-piss odor of his groin as she did so.
She had not succeeded in giving him a hard-on, no matter what she'd done.
"It didn't help, did it?" she repeated, staring at the still limp cock.
"No, I'm afraid it didn't," he acknowledged. "But I must insist that we complete our bargain, good intentions are not going to be enough. If I'm to withhold this information, you must comply with the terms of the bargain."
"How can I?" Chris demanded. "I've done everything I can to comply. I'm willing to have intercourse with you, but we can't do anything if you can't perform. And there's nothing I can do to help you get in shape to perform, nothing that'll work."
"Oh, but there is, my dear," Rawlins said, in an oily voice.
Chris' heart sank, but she asked the only logical question: "What?"
"I've been relatively impotent for some years now," he said. "But there's one thing that restores my potency. Unfortunately, most of the time, I'm unable to do anything about my restored potency because of the circumstances under which it reappears, but unless I'm greatly mistaken, I'll be able to achieve the desired state and we can conclude the bargain. If you'll place yourself face down across my lap-"
For a moment, Chris hadn't understood. Then color sprang to her face. "You ... you mean you ... ?"
"That's right, my dear," he answered. "For several years now I have been aware that administering corporal punishment to an attractive young lady stimulates me successfully. Of course, I couldn't very well do anything to a student, when one of them required punishment. To begin with, the school nurse is always there; further, I'm not going to be foolish enough to touch a girl that's under age.
"But you, my dear, are of age. And there's no one to prevent me from satisfying myself with you if I react the way I expect.
"I do not propose to use a whip, a belt or a paddle on you, just my bare hand. You may smart for a while, but the discomfort will soon pass. Otherwise, well, the board meets this week ... "
Chris whimpered wordlessly. She had never had a hand applied to her buttocks except to caress them and the idea of Rawlins would be receiving pleasure from spanking her was repellent. She thought she was going to be sick just thinking about letting him spank her.
But she found herself turning and bending across his lap, lowering herself until her flat belly was on his hairy thighs.
Rawlins couldn't believe his good luck when he saw Chris present herself for the spanking. The only stirring his cock had done had been when she'd walked away from him and he'd been able to watch the jiggling of her ass. Now he could do a lot more than watch.
With trembling hands he reached out and caressed the taut flesh of Chris' buttocks, sliding his fingers over the half moons again and again, until Chris began to squirm, wondering when he was going to start spanking her. Damn it, she thought, he's getting me turned on. That was something she had sworn she wasn't going to allow. She might fuck Rawlins, but she'd derive no pleasure from it.
His hands tightened on her ass, began to knead the firm flesh. Despite her intentions, Chris began to squirm a little more. She had an extremely sensitive ass and he was discovering that, discovering it and capitalizing on the discovery.
Slowly the fingers inserted themselves into the crack of her ass and spread them, until her rosy anus was exposed to Rawlins' lustful eyes. He slid a finger across it, back and forth, then began to ease the finger forward. Chris almost sobbed as she felt her hips lift to meet the invading finger.
His flabby old cock began to lengthen as Rawlins realized Chris was being aroused by his finger up her ass. Slowly he pushed it in until it would go no further. Slowly he wiggled the finger around, making Chris gasp with pleasure. Rawlins eased his finger out of her ass and inserted it with another finger. Chris moaned a little, but her ass still rose to meet the invasion and Rawlins' cock stiffened appreciatively.
In an effort to get it over with as soon as possible, Chris doubled an arm under his thighs and began squeezing his cock as he started running his fingers in and out of her ass at a faster tempo. Before long, she was humping her ass back hard at his thrusting fingers, squeezing her anal sphincter around them as they buried themselves deep in her bowels. His cock was fully firm and Chris was still pumping her hand around it, which wasn't hard to do for Rawlins had an extremely thin, short cock, more like that of a little boy than a full-grown man ...
"Ohhhhhh," Chris sighed as Rawlins pumped his fingers in and out of her ass. She'd given up all pretense of not deriving pleasure from the act, but she was still aghast at the amount of pleasure she was deriving.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned again, cumming. Rawlins watched in amazement as her whole body shuddered violently. There was no doubting what had just occurred-he'd assfucked her to a climax with his fingers.
Before Chris had finished cumming, Rawlins had jerked his smelly fingers from her juicy ass and swung his palm at the right cheek. SWAPPP.
"Ohhhhh!" Chris gasped, for she'd just discovered that to her immense surprise, there was more pleasure than pain in the act of getting her bottom spanked.
SWAPPPPPP! Rawlins' hand came down on her other cheek. Again Chris moaned in pleasure.
Rawlins had halfway expected it, he knew that many girls could get extremely turned on by being spanked and he'd figured that since Chris could cum from having her asshole fingered, she'd enjoy getting spanked.
SWAPPPP! SWAPPPP! SWAPPPPP!
His hand rose and fell rhythmically, turning each cheek red, working from top to bottom on the rounded buttocks until they were reddened from top to bottom.
Chris was moaning and flailing her feet but making no effort to get away from him. Oh shit, she said to herself, I'm gonna cum again. Oh, motherfucker, please, don't make me cum like this.
Her thighs had fallen away from each other and Rawlins, swinging his hand again, managed to curl his fingers into her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Chris gasped, twisting about and throwing her arms around him as she smashed her mouth against his. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them, then, to her surprise, pushed her from his lap onto the floor.
Swiftly, Rawlins dropped to his knees, catching her by the hips and rolling her onto her belly. Before Chris had a chance to say anything, he was over her, his mouth ravishing the still reddened flesh of her ass, licking, sucking, biting at the plump mounds as his hands scratched at them and he grunted and drooled over the smarting flesh.
Chris thrust her hips off the floor, letting him have freer access to her ass. Rawlins was almost beside himself with passion, so beside himself that he almost didn't hear what Chris was moaning: "Fuck me," she pleaded, her voice broken. "Fuckkkkkk meeeee."
When the words penetrated his lust-clouded mind, Rawlins grabbed her hips, intending to turn her over. "Noooooo," she moaned. "My ass. FUCKKKKK MY ASSSSSS."
He couldn't believe it. Never in his life had he had a girl ask him to shove his cock into her asshole. Hell, he'd never even known any he'd dare ask such a thing of. And here was the best-looking woman he'd ever been with, begging for him to fuck her ass.
With a groan he threw himself over her, finding her reaching behind herself to spread the cheeks of her buttocks so he could enter her with his hardening cock.
Rawlins grabbed his throbbing cock and directed it to her anus, then slid an arm under her to pull her back as he pressed it forward. His other arm was unneeded, for Chris thrust back as strongly as he pressed forward, and his cock breached her anal sphincter with ease.
"Oooooooh," Chris groaned in ecstasy as he drove his cock into her anal passage. As small as it was, it was no worse than his fingers had been and they hadn't hurt at all. She humped her ass up at him, her feet beating a hard tattoo on the floor as Rawlins reached under her and began to squeeze her tits.
With a muffled groan, Rawlins began shooting his jism into her ass. Chris whimpered delightedly and wiggled her ass harder, she was disgusted with herself for being so wanton, but she couldn't help herself. This was a milestone in her erotic development and she was discovering just how much she liked it.
To Rawlins' surprise, even after he'd shot his load, his cock stayed hard. Slowly, tiredly, he began pumping it in and out of Chris' asshole, drawing back until only the head of it was lodged within her, then driving it as deeply as he could into her. His belly slapped her still-tingling buttocks and Chris humped her ass back at him frantically, working to cum again.
She did, in minutes. Rawlins moaned with ecstasy as her anal sphincter tightened around his cock while Chris babbled incoherently, twisting about and flailing her arms and legs as she climaxed.
Both of them collapsed, breathing hard. It took a few minutes for Rawlins' cock to shrink enough to fall from her ass and, in that time, he recovered enough to roll off of her. Tiredly, he rose to his feet and staggered into the bathroom, where he washed his shit-coated cock.
Chris hadn't moved by the time he returned, nor did she move as he dressed. It was only when he'd dropped to his knees, spread the cheeks of her ass and kissed her cum-drooling anus, while saying: "It was nice having you here," that she moved, and then it was only to turn over and smile dreamily at him.
"Good night," he said, leaning down to kiss her.
"Stay and do it again," Chris murmured, sliding one arm lazily over his chest and around his neck.
"No," Rawlins replied. "I'm not the man I used to be, I'm not sure I could take it. I'm not even sure I could stand to undergo the experience again, but thanks for the offer."
"Well, if you ever want a piece of ass, you know where to find it," Chris said. Suddenly, as if she'd looked at him for the first time, she saw what Rawlins was, a man trying to make one last stab at success, a man who'd lost every time he'd played, whose life was a series of petty misfortunes and nothing good. She'd have been willing to bet that Rawlins would rank the night with her as one of the greatest in his life.
"Miss Newsom, you have my full support in the future," he said. "If the board asks my opinion, which I'm sure they won't, I want you to know I'm going to recommend that your contract be renewed on the grounds that you're doing an excellent job."
"Thank you," Chris said. Suddenly she sprang to her feet and threw her arms around him, kissing him tenderly as she rubbed her naked body against his clothed frame.
Rawlins was blushing as he left, and Chris chuckled to herself. I'll bet he walks into the fence, she thought, and peeked out the window.
He did.
CHAPTER SIX
Shortly after Bettylou had died, Joe had realized he was faced with the task of keeping his small house clean, something he did not particularly relish doing. There had to be a way to live without disorder and avoid sweeping, dusting and the other tasks involved and, after a few moments thought, Joe realized what it was.
Ever since then, once a week, a couple of girls from the home came over and cleaned his house for him. He paid them for the work and there were so many girls interested in earning money that the job was rotated among them.
The weekend before Thanksgiving, when Joe answered the door, it was Betsy Jay standing there. "Hi, coach," she said, beaming. "Anything you want done besides the normal cleaning?"
"Nothing that I can think of," Joe replied. Betsy was wearing a tight sweater under her thin jacket and, as she removed the jacket, she managed to draw her shoulders back, inviting him to run his eyes over the pert little tits that thrust against the blue material. Her lower body was encased in tight blue jeans and Joe, remembering what Chris had told him about the girl, found himself looking at her with a far-from-fatherly affection as she moved around the living room.
Joe wasn't convinced that Chris' assessment of Betsy was correct but, as she bent to straighten things on the lower level of the coffee table, the sight of her trim little ass so enticingly displayed under the stretched cloth of the jeans was almost enough to tempt him to find out if Chris was right.
I'd better get out of here before I make a fool of myself, Joe thought, rising to his feet. "Look, Betsy, I've got to run some errands. Here's your money, in case I don't get back before you finish."
For the next two hours, he wandered aimlessly, around town, chatting to people about his assessment of the teams' chances in the big game against their traditional rival. Both teams had identical records of seven wins and one tie and the winner on Thursday would go to the state tournament. Joe was optimistic, but he also knew the other team was going to be aching to defeat his boys, a feat they had not managed since he'd been coaching at Russelton.
Finally he decided that Betsy had had sufficient time to get his house cleaned. Still, he hesitated about going home, with the thoughts that had been in his mind, he wanted to avoid the girl if he could.
Although there was no place in Russelton that served mixed drinks to the public, Joe was a member of a couple of private clubs that did mix drinks from bottles the members brought in. He drove to one, on the far side of town from where he lived, and had two Scotch-and-sodas.
Joe wasn't much of a drinking man, and the two drinks, on top of a couple of beers, made him slightly fuzzy headed. He wasn't drunk, and his driving wasn't impaired, but he wasn't thinking as clearly as he usually did.
The first thing he noticed when he walked into the house was that the radio was on. Betsy was nowhere in sight; not in the living room or the kitchen. He walked into his bedroom and stopped, for the girl was seated before his closet, industriously polishing a pair of golf shoes he hadn't worn in three months.
"Hey, you're not getting paid to do that," he said, looking down at her.
"I know," Betsy said, "but I wanted to do them. I want to do anything I can to make you pleased."
"You don't mean that," Joe replied, trying to sound as if he were teasing her.
"I do," Betsy insisted. She had been sitting with her legs crossed, now she shifted, until she was sitting on her heels, as Joe walked toward her. "I'll do anything you want me to."
"Anything?" Joe asked.
Betsy didn't say a word, but her actions spoke louder than any words she could've uttered. Slowly she rose until her body was straight from her knees up. Her hands moved toward him, pressing along his thighs until they reached his groin, where they massaged slowly.
The very artlessness of Betsy's action caused Joe's cock to spring erect. He knew she was doing it through instinct, or from what she'd heard other girls talking about, that she'd never touched a man the way she was touching him. And that told him that she had meant it when she'd said she'd do anything, that Chris' intuition was correct, Betsy did have a super king-sized crush on him.
If he hadn't had those two drinks, Joe probably would've stopped Betsy before anything else happened. But in his slightly high condition, he decided to see just how far the teeny-bopper would go if he didn't encourage her.
That wouldn't be wrong, Joe rationalized. If he encouraged her, he'd be taking advantage of her. Anything she did without his encouragement would be okay.
Betsy chewed on her lower lip as she massaged his hard cock through the cloth of his trousers. Then she caught the zipper and drew it down, reaching inside his fly to extract his heavy cock.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, as she took her first look at an exposed cock. It was so big, and so hot in her hands, As she held it firmly, she shuffled forward on her knees until they were against his feet. The head of his cock was resting against her cheek, feeling as though it was burning the flesh.
With a bemused look on his face, Joe stared down at her. A moment passed and Betsy raised her eyes to his, then smiled shyly. Slowly she turned her head, until her moist lips were against the trembling shaft of his cock.
"Unnnnnn," Joe sighed, as Betsy rubbed her lips along the side of his cock. Again, it was the essential artlessness of the act that was so intriguing, that prevented him from stopping her. The fact that he had fantasized Betsy mouthing his cock was partially responsible, but Joe waited more to see what else she would do, rather than in hopes that she would do any specific thing. He was still telling himself that he was going to stop her in a minute.
Her lips reached the head of his cock and she twisted a little, bringing the bulbous head to her lips, rubbing it back and forth across them.
Joe was right in one thing, everything that Betsy was doing was the result of intuition or things she'd heard the other girls say. One of the things that had most impressed her young mind had been the statement by a highly popular senior: "If you get it in your mouth and suck it, the guy'll go up the wall and he'll be back for more."
It's so big, Betsy thought, how'll I ever get it in my mouth? Still, because she wanted to please him, she let her lower jaw go slack and pushed her head over the thick end of his cock, taking it into the hot wetness of her mouth.
It was easier getting his cock into her mouth than Betsy had thought it would be, and there was still room for her to move her tongue, so she slid it around his cock, licking it as she reached into his pants and began squeezing his balls slightly.
Unconsciously, Joe began to rock his hips back and forth, drawing his cock out of her mouth a little, then pushing it forward. After he'd done this twice, Betsy began bobbing her head over his cock, picking up the rhythm of his slow thrusts. Gradually she began moving her head enough that only the cockhead would remain in her mouth, then plunging her head forward until the head was at the start of her throat. As his cock rode in and out of her untutored mouth, her lips would pull out around it, then slide back as his cockshaft entered her mouth again.
Betsy looked up at him and he could see the hunger in her eyes, could see that she was doing it because she wanted to mean something to him. He dropped one hand to her face and traced her cheek and jaw. "That's enough, Betsy," he whispered, stepping back and pulling his spit-slick cock from her ferocious mouth.
The girl looked as though she were about to cry, until he held his hands out to her. "Stand up," he said, and she sprang to her feet, letting him draw her erect. As soon as she was standing, Joe pulled her to him and bent his head to fasten his mouth to hers.
At least she knew enough to open her mouth when they kissed. Joe felt her mouth sinking open under his as she surrendered to him. Betsy had meant it when she'd said she'd do anything. She was prepared to give him her cherry if he wanted it and she was prepared to do whatever was necessary to make him want it.
His mouth moved against hers, his hands caught her trim young ass and he lifted her from the floor, holding her against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her legs around his waist, trapping his cock against her jeans and panties encased cunt.
Slowly Joe shuffled to the bed and sat down, with Betsy shifting her legs to kneel over his lap. He was still squeezing her ass and she was rubbing her crotch against his hard-on, keeping him on the top edge of sensation. With every passing second, his resolve to stop in time faded.
Joe moved his hands from her ass and drew her sweater from under the jeans. Slowly he ran his hands up her narrow back, then curved them around her ribs until he was brushing them over the mounds of her pert tits.
"Unnnoohhhhh," Betsy moaned, wrenching her mouth free from his. "Ohhhhhh."
Before he knew what she had in mind, she'd caught the hem of the sweater and yanked it over her head, revealing her small tits imprisoned in his cupping hands. Betsy looked down at them as Joe brushed his thumbs across her nipples, making them swell and ache. Betsy's hands dropped to Joe's groin and clutched at his rampant cock as he worked his fingers over her tits.
She slouched away from him and he had no trouble bending his head and seizing a small tit in his mouth. As he drew the firm morsel into his mouth, he dropped one hand, letting it rest on her trembling thigh.
Betsy threw one arm around his neck and pressed his mouth harder over her tit. Her other hand fell to her waist and she worked her trembling fingers against the snap and zipper of her jeans, then lifted his hand and placed it against her lower belly, where he could feel the strange fringe of cunt-hairs through the thin nylon of her panties.
It was more than Joe could resist. Betsy, obviously, wanted to make it with him and he no longer thought of the fact that she had no real idea of what she was getting into. His still slightly befuddled mind told him that any girl who sucked a cock and took her clothes off was fair game.
He pried the elastic band of the panties away from her rounded belly and eased his fingers under them, causing Betsy to tremble with undeniable anticipation as his fingers brushed through the sparse curls over her mons veneris.
Joe was trembling almost as violently as Betsy when he eased a finger between the lips of her cunt and traced the curve of the cuntal furrow, finding that it grew twice as moist as he drew his finger back up until he reached her sprouting clitoris.
"Ohhhhh," Betsy moaned, digging her fingers into the back of his neck as he brushed his thumb and forefinger over her clitoris. She'd rubbed her cunt before, but she'd never discovered the sensations that came from just rubbing the clitoris, and they were almost overpowering. Her head rested over his and she felt her ass begin to bounce against his knees as he felt her.
His mouth was leaving her tit, shifting to the space between them, sliding across the other tit. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, pressing it between his teeth and tugging until Betsy gasped with delight. "Joooooee," she moaned, lifting his head and mashing her lips to his as she started pumping her hand over his cock and he hooked a finger into the wet entrance to her vagina.
Betsy's tongue drove deep into his mouth and Joe trapped it there, sucking greedily on the slim spear of flesh as he used his free hand to urge her to return to her feet.
She was reluctant, but she did as he was urging. Then she was standing, bending slightly over him to maintain the kiss, and he began working her jeans and panties over the slight flare of her hips and boyish ass, she shuddered so hard that her knees could barely support her. If he was stripping her, he must be planning to fuck her, and she thrilled at the idea of becoming a woman with him. She loved him so much, she couldn't wait for him to thrust his huge strong cock into her virginal cuntal mouth.
Her jeans and panties were below her knees and she kicked her shoes off, then drew one foot through the legs, letting the garments fall to the floor, where she stepped out of them. Her feet were spread, letting him rub her cunt freely, and she was still working her tongue in his mouth, although he'd stopped sucking on it.
Suddenly Joe released her and jumped to his feet. So great was his haste that he almost ripped his shirt off and Betsy stared in fascination as he undressed. "Come," he whispered, throwing back the covers on the just-made bed and stretching out on it.
Instantly she was next to him, one of her legs thrown across his hip as he cupped her ass and pressed her to his naked body. His mouth was against her throat and Betsy sighed as he licked at the hollow there.
A second later, she was flat on her back and he was crouching between her spread legs, looking down at the gaping cunt, the lips glistening with moisture under the flat golden curls. Her clitoris was plainly evident at the upper part of her snatch and the tiny hole of her vagina was dilated.
He leaned forward and ran his tongue across her tits, laving the sharp nipples until Betsy moaned. His hands were stroking her immature thighs and the teeny-bopper was writhing under the combination of kisses and caresses, moaning softly as Joe aroused her more and more.
When Betsy's little ass began bouncing up and down, Joe knew the blonde teeny-bopper was ready to fuck. Still, as much as he wanted to sink his cock into her, there were other things he wanted to do first. He trailed his mouth across her slightly rounded belly, then licked at one of her thighs as she squirmed against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Joe inhaled, filling his nostrils with the odor of aroused cunt. God, he thought, she smells so good. As he eased his hands under her bouncing ass, he wondered if she would taste as good as she smelled.
A moment later, when he'd run his tongue along the length of her cuntal furrow, he decided she tasted even better. Betsy had jumped as he'd licked her cuntal slit, but she grabbed his head and pressed his mouth to her snatch, telling him through her actions that she really loved what he was doing to her pussy.
"Ooooooh," she squealed, as he flicked his tongue against her clitoris, beating at the tiny tasty bud with the tip of his tongue. Joe had her ass securely in his hands, his fingers deep in the crack, rubbing her sensuously there as he licked her clitoris again and again, until she was flailing her feet against his hips.
Hungrily, he sucked her flavorful cuntlips into his mouth and chewed, lightly, against them, making her gasp again in pleasure. Betsy had heard that men sometimes kissed a woman's cunt, but she hadn't dared expect that Joe would do it to her. She hadn't even really dared to hope that he'd fuck her, or do anything to her. Now he was eating her cunt and she was discovering that she loved it, that it was even better than she'd imagined it to be from what the older girls had said. "Jooooeee," she moaned, as he ran his tongue down her clit and thrust it into her delicious vagina, licking greedily at the interior of her cunt.
He worked his tongue in and out of her vagina for several seconds, until Betsy grabbed his hair and yanked his head up from her dripping snatch. "Do it," she pleaded, "ohhhhh, Joe, do it to me."
Her need was evident in her voice and he levered himself over her, bringing the head of his cock against her heated snatch. For the first time since she'd embarked on her seduction of him, Betsy felt a twinge of fear: His cock was so big, could he get it into her without it hurting so bad she'd have to stop?
"Are you sure?" Joe whispered, holding himself a little over her so he could look down at her face.
Betsy's eyelids fluttered open. "Yes," she whispered, "Yes, I want you to do it."
Slowly, he pressed forward, pushing his meaty head against the dilated opening of her vagina. Betsy flinched slightly, but it was enough for him to realize she was reacting. "Wait," he whispered, supporting himself on one arm as he reached into the drawer of the bedside table and came out with a jar of Vaseline. Swiftly he lubricated the length of his cock, then wiped his lingers in the entrance of her too-tight vagina.
The delay was exciting her, making Betsy want to feel him driving his big cock into her virginal cunt. "Hurry," she whimpered. "Ohhhh, hurry."
Again he placed the enormous head of his full-grown cock against the narrow virgin tunnel. "Put your feet flat and push up," he murmured in her ear, feeling the child arrange herself as he'd directed. Once more he began pressing forward.
Betsy humped her little girl ass up to meet his downward thrust and he worked his monstrous cock into her, widening the tender little vagina until he felt the thin membrane of her maidenhead against the wide head of his throbbing cock. They were both sweating profusely, as much from their excitement as from their exertions. Joe had been working his way into her little girl fuckhole by mere fractions of an inch in an attempt to minimize the pain he was sure the child was feeling as he fucked her for the first time.
"This is going to hurt," he warned, as he drew back until she thought he was going to pull it out of her.
"I don't care," the kid moaned, her hands roaming over his upper back. "I want you to do it. Ohhhhh, I want you to fuck me."
Her use of the Anglo-Saxon word was all the spur he needed. To Joe's way of thinking, if Betsy was excited enough to say "fuck," the child must be excited enough to take a full man's cock up her slit. He slid his hands under her and got a good grip on her tiny ass, then yanked her hips up as he drove his huge cock into her hard.
"AAIIIEEEEE," the teeny-bopper howled as he tore through her tiny cherry and buried his incredible cock in the depths of her super-small cunt. Her nails clawed at his back and she sank her teeth in his shoulder in an effort to compensate for the sudden flash of agony that shot across her little girl loins. She'd had no idea taking in a grown man's big hard dick would hurt as much as it had.
Joe withdrew his bloody cock hastily, pulling back until only the big broad head of his cock remained in the newly breached, painfully hot-tight vagina. He had to fight with himself to keep from pummeling Betsy's ravaged vagina then and there, but he forced himself to wait, to hold back until the pain subsided. Somehow, he knew that the child wasn't going to quit until he had fucked her properly, and he was willing to wait and do so when she'd enjoy it.
It took Betsy only a few moments to realize that the pain was diminishing rapidly and, that the more it diminished, the more she wanted to savor having her vagina filled with his big strong cock. Tentatively, she pressed her hips up a little, working her cunt around his cock. She had no real idea what she was doing, she was operating solely on instinct, but the child's instincts told her this was what she had to do.
Joe recognized the response and eased forward, sliding his blood-greasy cock into her slowly, until it was as deep in her tiny twat as it could go. "Ohhhhh," Betsy sighed, finding that the mild pain that accompanied the new invasion of her child's cunt was more than offset by the pleasure she was deriving from having his huge dick in her as far as it was. "Yesssss," she hissed, as he drew it back and thrust it into her again.
With each slow thrust of his fat cock into her, the pain grew less and less and the pleasure increased. It wasn't too long before Betsy began to respond energetically, humping her little girl ass up to meet him each time his slick dick entered her fully. Her thighs heaved against his and she sighed in delight as he began fucking her with harder, faster strokes.
"Ohhhh, baby," Joe moaned, as he felt her matching him. He was increasing the tempo and the force of his stroke with each thrust and Betsy was responding perfectly, fucking up to him like a pro, writhing under him, rubbing her tits against his chest and grinding her open cunt against his loins each time he drove his cock to the buttery depths of her vagina.
His balls slapped against her tilted ass, banging away at her asshole as he pounded his big old cock into her childish cunt. She was sobbing with pleasure, her head rolling back and forth across the pillow, tears trickling down her cheeks. Joe recognized the teeny-bopper was beside herself with pleasure and he was glad he was providing it for her, glad that he was giving her a good fuck the first time she had a man's full cock in her tight little kid's snatch.
The harder and faster Joe threw his enormous cock to her, the more the tiny little teeny-bopper liked it. Her whole body was tingling with new sensations and there was an unfamiliar fluttering in her cunt, a fluttering that made her gasp and press her hands against his shoulders. "OH! OH! OHHHHHH!" Betsy gasped, cumming for the first time in her young life.
As her vaginal muscles spasmed around his cock, Joe gave up his efforts to delay cumming. "Ohhhhhhh," he moaned, as he shot his thick load into her, letting his cum mingle with hers. The combined fluids were too much for Betsy's vagina to contain and they ran out of her and down the crack of her ass.
Suddenly, she caught Joe's head and turned it until she could thrust her mouth against his. Her tongue shot forward, driving into his mouth and his dueled with it as he squeezed her ass even harder, while pumping gob after gob of hot sticky jism into her little kid snatch.
With the onset of her cumming. Betsy's body had arched off the bed. Now, as she finished, she fell limply back, barely aware that Joe was collapsing over her. She was in a semi-stupor, her body so relaxed that her arms slid from around his back to the wrinkled sheet.
As soon as Joe was recovered enough, he started to roll away from her. "Nooooo," she moaned, "don't move."
"Aren't I heavy on you?" he asked tenderly, his concern genuine.
"It's heavenly," Betsy sighed, wiggling just a little to get more comfortable under him. "Just stay here."
He remained where he was until his cock was so limp it slid out of her of its own accord. By then, Betsy had drifted off to sleep and Joe eased himself away from her, looking down at her tiny, ripped-out kid cunt, somewhat appalled by the blood and dried cum on her frail little thighs and ass. Slowly, so as not to disturb her, he left the bed and went to the bathroom, where he cleansed his cock, then dried it.
When he came back to the bedroom, he washed her with a damp cloth, then patted her dry. Betsy murmured sleepily and he leaned forward, kissing her on the cheek to calm her. She turned on her side and slept.
For several minutes Joe sat there watching her, noting the even rise and fall of her young tits and belly as she breathed. The experience of fucking so young a child had sobered him completely and he was a little sorry he had fucked her. But at the same time, he realized that it would've been cruel not to, when she'd so obviously wanted his cock. And Joe was certain of himself enough to know that, if Betsy even offered to fuck him again, he'd let her.
He hoped that he'd have the strength to resist enticing her into his bed, but he knew that, should she indicate she wanted to be there, he'd take her. Hell, he'd let her do anything she wanted. If she took his cock into her mouth again, he'd let her suck it until he poured his hot cum into her mouth; he'd let her fuck if that was what she wanted, or let her rub her cunt over his face as he tongued it, should that prove to be what she desired.
Joe recognized how the hero of Lolita must have felt when he looked at a young girl; there was something about the clean, sparse curves of Betsy's body that attracted him in a powerful and disturbing way.
Suddenly, he could stand it no longer. He drew the sheet over her and dressed, then left the room. He'd let her sleep for an hour, then wake her and drive her back to the home. He just hoped she had enough sense to know that she couldn't talk about fucking him to anybody, not even her best friend.
That was one score he needn't have worried about. Betsy had already resolved that whatever transpired between her and Joe was going to remain her secret, something she'd share with no one. Why should she tell the other girls? As horny as some of them were, they'd tell him they'd fuck him too. And she was sure she couldn't stand it if he fucked anyone else, not anyone that she knew.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"One-two, one-two, one-two."
The twenty-seven boys in the physical education class counted in unison as they performed their calisthenics. Chris Newsom, in a sun-suit, stood a little to one side of them, her eyes flicking from one to the other as she insured none of them loafed or did the exercise wrong.
Chris didn't mind conducting physical education courses, in fact, she rattier enjoyed it. But this class contained Terry Williams and that disturbed her, particularly since he was in the front row of the group facing her and she found it hard to keep her eyes off of his youthfully lithe body as he jumped about.
Why was it, she wondered, that Terry still occupied her thoughts so much? She was seeing Joe three or four times a week, and had been for over a month, but she still thought of Terry, still remembered the afternoon in the training room. Even after Joe had fucked her hard and well, she'd think about Terry.
The boy gave no indication that he was aware of her constant glances, his handsome face was serious as he followed the rhythm of the exercises faithfully. She saw him around town, if not in school, and he always smiled and said hello, but he didn't act any different than the other boys she knew, just as if she were merely another teacher.
Why was it that Terry disturbed her so? Chris had often wondered about that, but she couldn't come up with any explanation. Was it because she'd had him and he didn't act as if it meant anything? She knew that girls were supposed to remember the first man they fucked, and she could remember all the details of each of her forays into sexuality, the first kiss, the first time a boy had touched her tit, leg or cunt. Was she hoping that Terry had been impressed enough by that afternoon that he'd remember it, and disappointed that he didn't act as though he did?
Maybe that was it. All Chris knew was that, despite the fact that Joe had fucked her well the night before, as she watched Terry now, she hungered for him the way she'd never hungered for anyone. Even after she'd started fucking Rick, she'd never wanted him as much as she wanted Terry at this minute.
That reminded her of the time and she glanced at her watch, then blew the whistle that she wore around her neck. "Okay, boys," she said, "time to hit the showers." With whoops of pleasure, the boys charged off, only one or two of them walking at a more sedate pace, as if savoring the fact that it was the last class of Friday and they had the weekend ahead of them. One of these boys was Terry, and Chris, when she caught his eye, motioned for him to stop.
"Meet me after everybody else has left," she said, as she walked past him to Joe Margone's office, to use the shower there.
Five minutes later, dressed in the tunic top and pants suit she wore most of the day, Chris returned to the deserted gym, pretending to examine a sheet of paper on the clipboard as the boys began emerging from the locker room in the basement.
Within a couple of minutes, the locker room seemed emptied. Chris smiled as she perched on the low-parallel bars and waited for Terry to emerge from downstairs. She didn't have long to wait.
The boy bounced up the stairs and crossed the gym to where she was waiting. "Did you want me, Miss Newsom?" he asked.
"I still do," she said, sliding to her feet. As she looked at him, she saw the change in his expression, saw the awareness of her implication bloom, saw him blush.
"Miss Newsom," he said, and she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"As long as there's nobody around, I think you know me well enough to call me Chris," she said, smiling at him.
"I ... I ... " he mumbled, unsure of himself. Maybe that was what had drawn her to him, his air of complete innocence. "Why did you ask me to wait?" he blurted out, suddenly.
"I wanted to talk to you," she answered.
"What about?" he asked.
And she countered by asking: "Do I have to have a reason? Couldn't I just want to talk to you?"
"Sure," Terry admitted. "I guess you can talk to me."
Chris caught the disappointment in his voice as he said talk, and smiled. "It sounds like you'd rather do something else beside talk to me," she teased.
"I ... maybe I would," he said, his voice small.
She had only to drop her eyes to his trousers to know what he would rather be doing. His cock lay along his thigh like a pole, clearly outlined even though his trousers weren't the skin-tight type.
"Ohhhh?" Chris drawled. "What would you like to do?"
"Jeeezzeeees," Terry exclaimed. "You know. I mean, I thought you wanted to ... well, what we did before."
"Fuck?" Chris asked, making her voice as sexy as she could. "Is that what you want to do, Terry? Do you want to fuck me again?" Her hands reached out and smoothed his shirt over his chest. "Do you want to fuck me again?" she asked.
"Yesssss," he moaned. "Oh, yes."
"Do you think about the other time?" Chris whispered. "Do you think about what happened before?"
She knew she was tormenting him, that he wasn't sure whether she was just teasing him or if she intended to let him fuck her and, to her surprise, she was discovering a strange, perverse, sense of pleasure deriving from the tantalizing way she was leading him on. "Tell me what you think about, when you think about me," she whispered, her hands still working against his chest, massaging slowly.
Terry's face was flushed and he couldn't meet her eyes. His heart was racing, she could tell that because one hand was over it and she could feel it beating wildly. "Come on, Terry," she asked, "tell me."
"I ... I ... I think about you ... without any clothes ... on and ... you're touching me ... or kissing me ... and how it felt when I ... you know, in your hand. And I think about what you did with your mouth and ... well, just everything."
"And then?" she prompted. "What happens then?"
He still couldn't look her in the eyes and his hands were clenched tightly at his sides. "Do you get excited?" Chris prompted. "Do you get a hard-on thinking about me?"
"Yes," Terry whispered, his voice so soft she could barely hear his answer. "Yes, I get excited. I ... I try not to, but I get excited. I ache. And ... I keep saying I won't ... but I always do ... I ... I ... make it happen myself."
"You think about me and jerk off?" Chris asked.
The boy couldn't bring himself to answer, it was all he could do to nod. Chris could tell he was embarrassed, terribly embarrassed, and she felt she had to reassure him, to repay him for the humiliation she must have caused by her questions. She had been sure that he thought of her and masturbated.
"I think that's sweet," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek. "I really think that's sweet."
"You ... you do?" he murmured, lifting his eyes to hers.
"Yes," she answered. "And, do you know what? I think you ought to have some new memories for the next time you want to jerk off. Would you like that?"
"Ohhhhh, yessss," he sighed.
Chris took one of his hands and squeezed it. "Let's go into the training room," she suggested. He knew as well as she that the pile of tumbling mats was still there, and he beamed at the idea.
Hand-in-hand they crossed the gym and entered the small room where Chris treated the athletes who needed her attention. She kicked the rubbing table to one side with her foot and said: "Let's spread a couple of these mats on the floor, so we'll have more room."
Terry sprang to the other end of the pile and, between them, they soon had a pallet spread. Slowly they sank down on it, their backs against the remaining mats. Terry drew himself over until he was sitting next to her and his arm, tentatively, slid across her back. Chris shifted a little, until she was more-or-less sideways to him, and slid a hand across his chest.
"Do you have a girl friend?" she asked, taking him unawares. For some reason, it was suddenly important to her to know more about him, more than what his body was like and the fact that he had thought of her.
"There's a girl I like, a girl at the home," he answered. "When ... when we have dances out there, I like to dance with her most of all. And we sit together when they have movies."
"Is that all you do?" Chris asked. She could remember when she'd been his age, the boys that had liked her hadn't been able to kiss her enough, it seemed.
"We ... we kiss. Sometimes she lets me put my tongue in her mouth," Terry admitted. "And the other day, when we were in the dark, I touched her."
"How?" Chris prompted.
"I had my arm ... " he started to say.
"No," she interrupted, "show me. Pretend it's dark and I'm the girl and do it again."
She lowered her mouth to his and welcomed the tongue he sent flying into her mouth. Then his hand rose and closed around her tit, rubbing it lightly for a moment before falling away.
"Why did you stop?" Chris whispered, drawing back a little.
"The movie was over," Terry answered.
"No," Chris said, "just now. Why did you stop?"
Terry didn't answer, but she didn't really expect him to. Instead of saying anything, he pulled her down and kissed her again, and his hands rose once more to her tit. This time he clutched it firmly in his hand, his fingers flexing against it as he wove his tongue around hers. Chris let her mouth go slack under his and threw one leg over his as she shifted, making it easier for him to explore her out-thrust tit.
She had hoped that they would end up like this and she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on after she'd dried herself. As the boy squeezed her tit, he could feel her nipple rising and he shivered as he realized there was nothing under the tunic but her.
Deep in her throat, Chris groaned as Terry worked his hand against her tit. He heard the groan and realized that she liked what he was doing, liked it that he was doing it. He couldn't understand it, but he was glad that it was the way it was. If a woman like her wanted him to feel her tits when she had a man like the coach to do it, he was more than happy to oblige.
As did everyone else in Russelton, Terry knew that Chris and Joe were dating regularly. The match was also approved by everyone but Betsy Jay, and she was smart enough to know that there was no real future for her with Joe. By the time she was old enough to get married, he would be almost twice her age. Even Betsy admitted that if he was going to get married again, it ought to be to someone like Chris Newsom.
But Joe wasn't with Chris now, Terry was. And he knew she was glad it was him. He could tell by the sounds she was making and the way she was shifting her shoulder, pressing her big tit up against his hand.
He wished he was holding her naked tit, that he could feel the smoothness of the plump mound and the pebbled surface of the half-dollar sized circle around her long nipple. Then it occurred to him that he could. She wanted him to be feeling her tits, she'd left her bra off, all he had to do was pull down the zipper on her tunic and stick his hand under it.
That was what he did.
Chris was a little surprised by his boldness, but she was by no means distressed by it. It had been fun taking the initiative the first time she'd had him, it was going to be more fun, she was sure, to let him set the tempo for their union this time. She was already wet, he could strip her at this very moment and slide his prick into her with ease if he wanted. She hoped he wouldn't, hoped that he'd take his time exploring her body, but she'd fuck him immediately if that was what he wanted.
Terry was stroking her tits, shifting his hand from one to the other, drawing both nipples up to aching points. Chris dropped her arms from around him and wiggled out of the open tunic, letting her tits jounce against his palm as she did so.
As soon as she was naked from the waist up, she set to work ridding him of his shirt. He seemed a little reluctant to take his arms from around her, but did so when her actions insisted. Then she mashed herself against him, forcing him back to the mats as she pressed her full tits to his chest and drove her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around as he reached between them and held both of her tits in a firm grip, his ring and index fingers pressing against her nipples as he flexed his fingers against the big mounds of her tits.
Although she did it in a way that made it seem as if he were responsible for the maneuver, Chris got on her back, with Terry above her. His slim hips were holding her thighs apart and she ground her loins against his, loving the solid feel of his hard cock against her cuntal slit, since her knees were elevated, slanted up and outward.
The more she rubbed against him, the wilder Terry became. He shifted violently, catching one of her tits in his mouth and sucking hungrily on it as he ran a hand down to the top of her pants and opened them. By lifting himself to a crouching position between her legs, he allowed her to lift her ass from the mat and, as soon as she'd done so, he began working her pants and panties off. Once they were as low on her legs as he could get them without moving, Chris drew her feet up through the bunched garments and she was soon naked beneath him.
At that point, she began working his own clothing off and it wasn't much longer that they were both naked, their clothes tossed to one side in their haste to feel each other naked.
Chris reached down and caught his cock, peeling the foreskin back so she could rub the head of his cock against her sweaty palm. Terry was still crouched over her, his mouth shifting back and forth across her tits, his tongue slashing at her nipples as she moaned in anticipation.
One of his hands centered over her cunt and began stroking the wet flesh, rubbing his fingers over her open snatch until Chris gasped ecstatically: "Ohhhhhh, Terry, I'm cummmmming."
Her ass slapped against the mat as he thrust a finger into her cunt and rode it back and forth, fucking her with it. He had also begun working his thumb against her clitoris and his teeth ground against her nipple, making her head roll back and forth convulsively.
Twice she came, before she caught his hand and moved it away from her snatch. "Let ... let me ... catch ... my breath," she panted, drawing him down to rest against her heaving tits.
A few moments later, when she was nearly in control of herself, Terry rolled off of her and lay on his back, his cock pointing upward. "Would you do me like the other time?" he whispered, almost fearfully.
Chris rolled over and kissed him deeply as she caught his cock and worked it in her hand. "Of course," she whispered, shifting, curling until she was bending over his loins. Her hair hung down, obscuring his view, and he reached out a hand and flipped some of her hair away, so he could watch as she used her mouth on his cock.
She started by holding the slim cock just below her mouth and exhaling, moving her head slightly to direct the stream of warm air over the hard cock. After a few seconds of that, she let her tongue slide forward and traced the curve of his cockhead with it, flicking the droplet of pearly cum from the opening in the head into her mouth.
As her tongue slithered across his cockhead more and more, Terry gasped and arched his hips up, trying to push his cock into her mouth, Chris lifted her head and whispered: "Wait, baby, don't be so impatient. Let me do it really good for you." Terry let his hips fall and allowed her to do as she wanted.
Chris would've loved to spend a long time blowing him, but she knew that they didn't have the time; Terry had to get back to the home by five-thirty. And there was always a slim chance that the janitor would start at this end of the building, rather than at the far end, by the auditorium.
Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock, her head going lower until she could work her mouth and lips against his balls. As she sucked on them, she felt Terry tighten his hands on her shoulders, urging her to go lower, to tongue-fuck his ass again.
Working her hands under his hips, she spread the cheeks of his ass and slithered her tongue along the crack, inhaling the ripe muskiness that rose to fill her nostrils. "Oooooooh," the boy sighed, as her tongue poked at the opening of his anus.
Because she was planning to make him cum with her mouth, she didn't spend too long rimming him. After a few thrusts of her tongue into his fragrant asshole, Chris returned her mouth to his strong youth balls. But she didn't linger there for long either.
Holding the base of his cock firmly in her hand, she worked her lips along the underside of the boy's cock, nibbling now and then as her mouth traveled up and down the six inches of cock flesh. Every so often, she'd sweep her tongue along the entire length of his cock, making him squirm.
When she reached the head, Chris slipped it into her mouth and sucked greedily on it for a moment, before circling her tongue around the mushroom-shaped glans again and again. "Ooooooh," Terry sighed once more.
Chris rotated her lower jaw, making his cockhead jump in her warm, sucking mouth. Terry had his hands on her shoulders, digging his fingers into the muscles there, as she began lowering her head, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth.
A second or two later, he was completely embedded in her mouth, her lips were pressed against the coarse hairs that surrounded his cock and balls. She squeezed her lips tightly around the slim cock and raised her head, dragging her lips to full distension as she let the shaft escape from her mouth until only the head remained against her tongue. Happily, she plunged her head down.
Each time she bobbed her head, it took her a little less time to get his cock back in her mouth. He was trembling uncontrollably, his eyes were rolled back in his head until only the whites showed, and he was gasping. "I ... I ... ohhhhhh, it's ... gonna hap ... pen. Ohhhhh. I'm ... gonna ... cummmmm."
Though he was trying to lift her head away from his cock, she just wrapped her arms more securely around him and kept two-thirds of his cock in her mouth as she felt the shaft tremble harder. Then the first gob of sticky, slightly salty jism erupted into her sucking mouth and she savored it briefly, before swallowing and sucking greedily at the jumping cock, sucking each gob that he shot off into her throat, gulping them down as if she needed the young semen to survive.
Her cheeks hollowed and expanded, hollowed and expanded, as she sucked faster and harder. She was rubbing his asshole with her fingers and Terry began grinding his buttocks down against them, until she separated one finger and rammed it up his ass, making his hips jerk so that the rest of his cock was buried in her mouth. "Ahhhhhh," he moaned, as she finger-fucked his ass harder, sucking wantonly on his still spewing cock, until there was nothing left for her to draw from his nuts. Even then, she kept her lips and tongue working against his cock, letting him come down easily from the peaks of sensation she'd taken him to.
When she finally lifted her head away from his cock, Terry had a beautiful smile on his face, a smile that spoke of the peace he had discovered with her mouth working on his cock. Chris was sure no one had ever sucked him off before, just as she was sure he'd want her to suck him off again and again.
She straddled him, then moved, on her knees, until she was almost over his face. "Look at me, Terry," she whispered, as her knees moved further apart.
His eyes fluttered open, to confront the gaping red wetness of her pussy. "Ohhhhhh," he sighed, as he stared at a cunt in closer detail than he'd ever seen one. The boy filled his nostrils with the heady odor of her aroused cunt, finding that while there was a slightly fishy odor to her cunt, it was not unpleasant.
"Kiss it," Chris pleaded, reaching under his head and pulling his mouth toward her cunt. She wasn't sure if he'd do as she asked, but she wanted to find out, wanted to see if he'd stick his tongue into her twat, if he'd lick and suck at her itching cunt.
He surprised her by reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, pulling her cunt tightly to his mouth. There was no skill in the way that he worked his mouth against the heated flesh of her wet snatch, but he made up for his lack of skill with his enthusiasm, battering her clitoris with the tip of his tongue as he sucked her cuntlips into his mouth and chewed lightly against them. She rubbed her cunt against his mouth and gasped in pleasure. "Ooooooh."
Terry licked and sucked wildly at her cunt as he dug his fingers into the crack of her ass and squeezed the full mounds in his strong hands. As excited as Chris had gotten while sucking him off, she knew he wasn't going to have to do much to make her cum. "Suck," she moaned, "ohhhhh, Terry, suck me offfff."
Then his tongue was shooting into her wet and convulsing vagina, driving as deeply into her as it could, retreating, driving up into her again. He was fucking her with his tongue, squeezing her ass as he did so, rubbing his nose against her clitoris. She swayed above him, holding his head where it was with one hand and grabbing one of her tits in the other. As Terry drove his tongue fester and faster into her cunt, Chris squeezed one of her tits as hard as she could.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, feeling her belly ripple with sensation. "I'm cummmmiinngggg," she moaned.
Instinctively, Terry pressed his mouth harder entrance to her gaping vaginal entrance and sucked desperately as her cuntal fluids began to pour out of her, draining into his sucking mouth. He loved the taste of her cunt, he decided, and worked his face even tighter against it, as he jammed a finger up her ass and sucked at the renewed flow of cum that poured from her.
Suddenly she could stand it no longer. With a muffled cry of need, she swung away from him, landing on her back and throwing her legs wide. "Get on me and fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me. Ohhhh, Terry, fuckkkk meeee."
He threw himself over her and jabbed his cock at her gaping snatch, hitting around the vaginal entrance but missing it until she reached between them and guided his dick home.
"OHHHHHH!" Chris sighed as he drilled his cock deep into her, filling her as best he could. Her wet cunt clung to the driving cock and she wrapped her legs around his waist as their mouths met. Terry, unmindful of the fact that she'd just sucked him off, thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as she began humping her ass up to meet and match the hard thrusts of his cock into her.
They rolled back and forth on the mat, fucking as hard as they could. Chris loved the energetic way he was pounding his cock into her cunt, the way he'd grind his loins against hers as he reached the depth of his penetration. Her tits were flattened under his chest, his hands were digging into her ass as he drove harder and harder at her, hammering away at her cunt as she humped her ass up to him.
Chris knew she was going to cum again and, from the way Terry was snorting and hammering away at her gaping snatch, she was sure she was going to feel his hot jism spraying into her. Then he froze and she worked frantically under him, getting her own gun as he began pumping his sticky cum into her, the hot gobs splattering against the opening of her womb as his cum-spurting cock jerked violently within the confines of her snapping vagina.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, I'll be damned!"
Chris and Terry froze as the voice broke into their consciousness. They were still flushed with the aftermath of their mutual cumming and it took them a second or so to realize what they had heard.
Then Terry scrambled away from her, leaving her spread open on the mats before the gaze of the two boys who were lounging in the door of the training room. "That's got to be the new trainer," one of the boys said.
"I never got trained that way, did you, Turk?" the other boy asked.
As Chris looked at them, she decided they must be a couple of recent graduates, home on leave from the service. Their hair was cut short and they couldn't have been more than eighteen. Of all the rotten luck, she thought, but she realized it was her fault. Terry would have gone to her trailer with her if she'd asked him. It was her own perverse nature that had led her to take him to the training room. Just because she'd fucked him here the first time, she'd decided he'd be more at ease here again.
"Nope, Lucky," the shorter of the boys said, "I never got that kind of training, not in school, at least."
"Wha ... what do you guys want?" Terry mumbled, holding his hands before his groin, trying to shield his still stiff and glistening cock from their view. Chris had made no move to conceal herself, figuring that since they'd seen her and Terry fucking, it was a little foolish to deny them the obvious pleasure they were deriving from looking at her flushed nakedness.
"What do you want?" Terry repeated.
"Nothing that you can give us," Turk answered.
"Naw, you got nothing we want," his friend agreed. "Now the trainer lady, that's a different story."
"You guys leave her alone," Terry blustered. "She didn't do anything."
"It didn't look like you were raping her, kid," Lucky said. "The way Turk 'n' I see it, she was enjoying it with you. She was getting her rocks off good, fucking you. And that means she's got no choice but go along with us. Does she, Turk?"
Turk grinned. "That's about the size of it, Lucky. Seems to me there's a law against contributing to the delinquency, isn't there? Course, I hate the idea of going to the cops, I'd much rather settle out of court."
"Yeah," Lucky said, grinning. He turned to Chris, who had sat up by then. "How about it, baby? You want to see if you can't make us forget what we saw here?"
"Like you said," Chris answered, rising to her feet and reaching for her clothes, "I don't have much choice, do I?"
"Miss Newsom," Terry protested.
"It's all right," she said. "They just want to fuck, they're not going to hurt me."
"But ... " Terry protested.
"Don't worry," Chris said, patting his cheek. "Get dressed and go home. I'll be okay."
She was slipping into her panties, had them up to her knees before the two boys realized what she was doing. "There's not much use your getting dressed, is there?" Turk asked.
"You want the janitor to catch me with you, the way you caught us?" Chris shot back, drawing the panties around her waist and stepping into her pants. "Once was enough today. I don't want somebody else catching me on my back. I have to live here, remember?"
"That's right, Turk," Lucky said. "The little lady's said she's gonna give us some. Well let her figure out where we're going to get it on."
Terry was dressed, sticking close to Chris as she slipped on the tunic top and zipped it up. "Terry," she said, in a low voice, "it's not your fault. Don't be upset about this. I'm the one that decided we'd come down here instead of going somewhere else, We got caught and I've got to pay for the mistake. I'm lucky it was these guys instead of somebody else. Now, run on, I'll be okay."
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
She kissed him, oblivious to the hoots from the two boys. "I'm sure," she answered, pushing him toward the door. "You'll be late if you don't hurry," she warned. After an agonized look, the boy left.
"How are you traveling?" Chris asked. She knew there was no use trying to evade them, they'd find out where she lived and, if she didn't accommodate them, they could go to the police or school board and it would be all over. She'd rather fuck them than get in trouble. At the very least, she'd lose her job if they talked about catching her with Terry.
"We're on foot," Lucky said. Then he looked at her. "I hope you don't get the wrong idea about us, we don't usually go around forcing chicks to take us on, but we don't have girls that we can look up, and we've got to leave town in the morning. We only had four days to report to our new base and we took most of it getting here. All we wants a good time before we have to leave, and you're our best bet to get it."
"Come on then," Chris said, opening the outer door of the training room. Her car was parked at the end of the football field, and they were in it in a moment. To her surprise, Lucky took the keys from her and slid behind the driver's seat, much the way she liked a man to do if they were on a date. It had been her car, but Rick had always driven it.
She directed them to the trailer, then led them inside, thankful, as she did so, that the lot was screened by hedges on all but the back, and that there was a driveway that looped around the trailer. With luck, no one had seen them and the word wouldn't go around that two boys had been in the trailer with her.
Once they were inside, Chris pointed to the cabinet where they would find drink material. "Let me run in and get a fast shower," she suggested. Both of them beamed at that, for neither had liked the idea of taking her while she was still sweaty from fucking Terry. Once they got started, it wouldn't matter that she'd just been fucked, for they'd be doing the fucking.
When she returned, her naked body still damp from the shower, her mouth tingling with the taste of peppermint, for she'd brushed her teeth, she found that they'd only fixed one drink. "Aren't you having any?" she asked, picking up the Scotch-and-soda.
"Naw, we're gonna stick with this," Turk drawled, holding up a lumpy, obviously hand-rolled cigarette.
"Grass?" Chris asked. "You didn't get that here."
"Scored at boot camp," Lucky admitted. "Our sergeant supplies all the recruits with pot and pills. You want some?"
"Sure," Chris said, moving over to sit between them. She noticed that they'd removed their shirts, shoes and socks, but not their trousers or shorts. Lucky lit the joint and took a long drag, then handed it to her.
It was good grass, Chris could tell that as soon as she took her first toke. She and Rick, like most of the kids they'd run around with at college, had smoked marijuana, using it as they used beer or liquor, as something to make them feel good when they were partying. She knew she lost her inhibitions when she smoked; she'd been stoned the first time she'd taken Rick's cock in her mouth.
By the time the first joint was done, there was another ready. Chris had watched Turk try to roll, then taken the baggie and the papers from him, forming a trough in a paper and picking the grass carefully, dropping the stems and seeds back into the baggie. When she had enough grass, she smoothed it along the folded paper, then rolled it into a tight cylinder. After licking the gummed edge, she completed the cigarette, finishing with a joint that looked more like a thin tailor-made than anything else. "Whew," Turk said, "she rolls good joints."
That joint didn't last long either, not with three of them working on it. It was such good grass that it was all that was needed to get the three of them more than a little stoned.
Chris slouched against the couch, her thighs parted, her arms at her sides. She knew both of the boys were eyeing her lustfully, but it didn't bother her. At least they were open in their admiration of her body, they were going to enjoy her and they might as well do it visually as well as physically. In a way, she was looking forward to making it with two guys.
Lucky slid a hand up to the back of her neck and turned her head until he could kiss her. As soon as he realized she'd brushed her teeth, he slid his tongue into her mouth and explored it.
Turk moved closer, pressing against her back as she turned to wrap her arms around Lucky. The shorter boy ran his hands around her and cupped her tits, pressing his hard cock against the full mounds of her ass as she lay on her side, one of her legs thrown over Lucky's lap.
For the next several minutes, the two boys explored her body and mouth, since Turk would catch her head and twist it enough for him to get his mouth to it. Despite her intentions to merely endure their attentions, Chris found herself becoming highly aroused by the fact that both of them were working on her at once. Having hands on both tits, her cunt and her ass was twice as stimulated as letting one of them feel her up, then turning to the other.
She was leaning back across Turk's chest, her mouth wanton against his, while he squeezed one of her tits and rubbed his other hand under her ass and along the bottom of her cunt. Lucky was sucking on one of her tits, and stroking her ass with a hand, while the other strummed against her clitoris. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and she reached down a hand to squeeze the hard bulge of Lucky's cock. It was solid against her hand and she tried to open his fly to get her hand on his naked manhood. His position on the couch prevented it and he was having too much fun to want to move, so Chris had to be content with merely feeling the rigid cock through his trousers.
"Who ... who's first?" she gasped, as she wrenched her mouth free from Turk's. She was on fire, her body demanding that she go beyond this preliminary step in sexuality.
The boys looked at each other. Obviously they hadn't reached a decision as to who was going to sample her first. "Let's flip a coin," Turk suggested. "Heads, I'm first; tails, you are."
"And if the coin lands on its edge, you both take me on at the same time," Chris suggested, meaning it as a joke.
Lucky pulled a quarter from his pocket and handed it to her. "You flip," he suggested, and Chris sent the coin spinning into the air.
Against all odds she could've named, when the coin hit the coffee table, it settled into a crack that ran around the edges, settled there and, after weaving back and forth for a moment, began to roll along the crack.
"Goddamn," Turk said, watching the coin to see if it was going to fall to one side or the other. The quarter reached the corner of the table and stayed where it was, standing on edge.
The flutter that ran through her was inspired by the sheer novelty of taking on both of them at once. Chris had read a couple of books that had included a scene where one girl fucked two men at once and she was sure she could handle both of them. As she got to her feet, she realized that she was looking forward to having both of them working on her further than they had so far.
Turk was the first to get up and he shoved his trousers and shorts off, revealing a thick, stubby cock, no more than five inches in length, but making up for that in circumference. Then Lucky stripped. His cock was longer, almost seven inches, but slim.
Chris stepped forward and seized both of their cocks in her hands. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pumped each of them for a second, before letting her hands fall to her sides. "The bed's in here," she said, turning and walking away from them.
After watching the jiggle and sway of her ass for a moment, the boys followed her into the bedroom. Chris stretched out on the bed and waited for them to decide what they were going to do.
She was lying with her legs spread, her cunt gaping invitingly. Turk and Lucky both ran their eyes over her and grinned at the abundance before them.
"You don't like hair-pie, do you, Lucky?" Turk asked.
"Naw, but you go ahead and have some," Lucky answered. "I'm gonna get my cock sucked."
"I'll suck you off, Lucky, while Turk sucks me," Chris suggested. She'd already seen the possibilities from the start. She hoped they'd go along with her vision of how the evening should be spent.
Turk was on his belly across the bed, spreading her thighs even further as he worked his hands under her ass and pulled her hips toward him. His mouth was working against her lower belly. "Ohhhhh," Chris moaned as he sucked greedily at her engorged mons veneris. Lucky was stretching out in a way that allowed her to twist her upper torso and get her mouth to his cock.
When Turk slithered his tongue along her cuntal furrow, Chris grabbed Lucky's cock and rubbed the head across her lips, then let them part as she pressed her mouth over his cockhead. "Yeahhhh," the boy sighed, reaching down to dose a hand against one of her tits. He caught the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it about as Chris worked her tongue against the bulbous head of his cock.
Turk used his teeth much more than anyone who'd had their mouth on her cunt. He was scraping his teeth across her clitoris, biting at it as he squeezed her ass in his big hands. Chris felt her hips begin to rise and fall against his face as die gave way to the erotic stimulations of sucking a cock while her cunt was being eaten.
The more Turk used his teeth against her cunt, the more she gnawed against Lucky's cock. She wasn't sucking or kissing it, she was biting lightly against the shaft, dragging her teeth across the head of the cock. Lucky groaned, but from pleasure, not pain, and Chris continued with her violent mouthing of his long, slim cock, nibbling along the underside as he rubbed her tits and pinched the spikey nipples.
Suddenly she lifted her head and plunged it down over the length of Lucky's cock, driving the slim prick into her mouth until the head was in her throat. As she swallowed, squeezing the head in her throat, Lucky got his other hand under her and began flexing his fingers against both of the full mounds, rotating his palms against the nipples as her head began to bob frantically over him. Chris was about to cum and she wanted Lucky's sperm to be shooting into her mouth when her juices poured into Turk's mouth.
"CUMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGG," Lucky groaned, his voice filled the small room. As his cock jerked and shuddered in her mouth, filling it with the hot sticky liquid of his jism, Chris swallowed wantonly, working her hands against his thighs as she sucked harder on his cock.
She was cumming herself and Turk had his mouth glued against her vagina, sucking hard himself. It was great, like playing sixty-nine, except there wasn't the pressure against her belly that came from that sort of sex-play.
Chris was grateful that they gave her a minute's respite once they had pulled away from her. Lucky's cock was still sticking out from his curly brown cock-hairs, glistening from the saliva she'd deposited on it as she'd sucked it, and Turk's cock was throbbing with desire.
Once Turk was stretched out, Chris curled over his loins, her ass elevated and her knees spread, so Lucky had no trouble getting his cock to her vagina as he knelt between her. However, he teased her by taking his cock in his hands and rubbing the head up and down the length of her cuntal furrow for a moment or two, until she could barely stand it.
"Please," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, please." Her tongue was flicking against the big head of Turk's cock and she was wiggling her ass back at Lucky, begging him to thrust into her vagina with his cock.
Lucky allowed the head of his cock to stop at her vaginal opening, then drove it into her with a hard thrust of his hips. As he filled her, banging the head of his cock against the opening of her womb, Chris grabbed Turk's cock and squeezed it while she moaned in pleasure. "Oooooh," she moaned. "More, more."
Her ass was weaving against Lucky's hands as he pumped his cock into her cunt, driving it deep with each thrust, then squeezing his buttocks to make it jump about inside her as he drew it out. He was fucking her as well as anyone ever had, and she was digging it, loving the feel of his cock riding in and out of her pussy.
It no longer mattered that she'd had no choice about fucking them. The job Lucky was doing was such that Chris was no longer sorry that she was giving it to him, or that she was licking greedily at Turk's cock while he grinned and pushed his hips up, forcing his cock into hex mouth. All she did was suck hard at the stubby prick while she caught his balls in her sweaty hand and rubbed them back and forth. "Ohhhhh," Turk moaned, "ohhhh."
"Doesn't she give good head?" Lucky asked his friend. "I never had my cock sucked so well, old buddy. Never. We got us a fine piece of woman here. Too bad we're not going to be able to stick around for a couple of days. I think she'd fuck us to death."
His hard belly was slapping against her upturned ass as he hammered away at her cunt, driving his cock smoothly in and out of the dripping vagina. Chris wiggled her hips from side to side and humped her ass back to him each time she felt him start to drive into her. Her nostrils were flared and she had her eyes squeezed shut as she bobbed her head hungrily over Turk's cock.
The longer the threesome continued, the more Chris found herself responding to the sheer perversity of fucking and sucking at the same time. She had always suspected that she was a highly sensual woman, the fact that she lusted for Terry Williams' young body and that she'd asked Harold Rawlins to fuck her in the ass had only served to confirm that suspicion. Now, as she bobbed her head up and down over Turk's cock and heaved her ass back to Lucky's cock, she realized she was even more of a sensualist than she'd imagined; she, too, wished they were going to be around for a couple of days.
Lucky's cock was sliding effortlessly in and out of her, the head jamming against her cervix each time he thrust it home. He was fucking her with a definite rhythm or tempo, shifting his hips to change the angle that he thrust into her with and Chris worked her own hips about frantically, in an effort to get as much from the fuck as she could.
Turk's cum erupted into her mouth in torrents, flooding the inside of her mouth with salty jism. Chris' cheeks expanded and contracted as he poured his semen out and shot it into her mouth. "Ohhhhhh," he moaned, as she sucked greedily at his cock, working her hands against his balls in an effort to get more of his ropey cum into her mouth.
"Now what?" Lucky asked, drawing his cock from her vagina and swinging to a sitting position on the bed. Chris scurried up until she was straddling Turk's hips, stuffing his cock into her vagina.
"Now you fuck me in the ass," she panted, as she screwed herself down over Turk, kicking her legs out beside his as soon as his dong was embedded in her cunt.
"Yeah," Lucky said, rolling over her. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them, then guided his cock to the tiny opening of her anus. With a hard shove, he breached the tight sphincter.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, as he commenced to ram his cock harder and harder into her asshole. His prick wasn't much bigger, as far as circumference was concerned, than Harold Rawlins', the only person to fuck her in the ass so far, but his dick was a couple of inches longer then the principal's had been, and he seemed intent on working all of his long hard cock into her ass.
Skewered between the two of them, impaled up the cunt and asshole by two hard cocks, Chris could only writhe between them, flailing her legs about as she felt Lucky fucking deeper and deeper into her. Turk couldn't move, but he didn't have to, each time Lucky rammed his cock into Chris' tight asshole, the other boy could feel it running against the thin membrane that separate the anus from the vagina and it was one of the greatest feelings he'd ever had.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuckkkkk," Chris moaned as Turk maneuvered his arms until he was squeezing her tits. "I love it," she moaned, as Lucky sank the entire length of his cock into her.
Slowly, Lucky began rolling to one side, bringing Chris with him. Turk held her tight and rolled too, until all three of them were on their sides. Then the two boys began thrusting their dicks in and out of her body in counterpoint, so Turk was withdrawing his when Lucky was thrusting his cock into her and vice versa.
The double fucking got to her fast and Chris sank her teeth into Turk's shoulder as she felt herself cumming. "Bitch, bitch," Turk muttered, squeezing her tits even harder as he started shooting his jism into her swampy vagina, causing jism and cuntal fluids to pour out of her. The convulsions of her vagina made her anal sphincter contract and the extra pressure on his cock was enough to start Lucky cumming again.
"Oooooooh," Chris squealed as she felt him flood her bowels with his hot cum. Lucky was digging his fingers into her shoulders, squeezing hard as he ground his loins against her ass, trying to get his cock as deep into her ass as he could. Turk, too, was pressing harder against her, embedding his cock even deeper into her fluttering vagina.
Lucky was the first to move and Chris winced slightly as he jerked his shit-streaked cock out of her asshole. When he slid out of the bed, she rolled away from Turk and rested, one arm across her face to keep the light from her eyes, the other out-stretched behind her. Turk propped himself up on his elbow and surveyed her body with appreciation.
"How come a chick like you's fucking a kid?" he asked.
"All the guys my age've left town, or they're already married," she explained.
"I thought you was dating the coach," Turk said.
"We are dating, about three times a week," Chris answered. "That leaves four days I don't see anybody. And he fucks pretty good. You know," she added, "you make the best of what's available."
"I guess so," the boy agreed. "There was those two teachers last year that got fired for going to Doyle all the time. Maybe they was just scared of fucking some of the kids they taught."
When Lucky returned from washing his cock, the three of them returned to the living room, where Chris added fresh ice-cubes to her drink, while Lucky rolled a joint. It wasn't as perfect as the one she'd rolled, but it was a lot better than Turk's.
The shorter boy put some music on, making disparaging remarks about her taste in music, but Chris sensed he was merely teasing her and suggested that, if he didn't like what she had to offer, he could sing.
"Didn't say I didn't like what you had to offer," Turk replied, grinning broadly. "Just said I didn't like your music."
"Let her wrap her thighs around your head and you won't have to listen," Lucky said to his friend.
Turk glanced at Chris, who spread her legs even further apart. "Want some more?" she invited, pushing her pelvis forward to give him a better look at her cunt, the lips of which were still swollen from the fucking she'd done.
"Maybe I do," Turk said, rising from his crouched position by the stereo. "Maybe I do." He strode across the room and drew the coffee table back toward the center of it, then stepped over the table and dropped to his knees before her. Slowly he ran his hands up her legs, tracing the muscles of her calves and thighs as he looked up at her.
Chris sighed and slid her ass forward until her buttocks were half off the couch. Her legs were spread wide, her cunt gaping open, all of it revealed to Turk's lusting eyes. The boy ran his tongue across his lips and bent forward, sniffing audibly as he neared her fucky cunt.
"Go on, Turk," Lucky urged. "Eat her pussy out good."
His friend's words were all the spur Turk needed. With a groan of desire, he thrust his face against Chris' cunt, and the young woman clamped her legs around his head as she felt him suck greedily at her clitoris, drawing it into his mouth and chewing on it while working his hands under her to lift her ass from the couch, bringing her cunt tighter to his mouth.
Chris dropped a hand to the back of Turk's head and massaged it while letting Lucky turn her until he could drive his tongue into her mouth. As her tongue swirled over his, she reached down and took hold of his cock, pumping slowly against the hard rod, reaching under it now and then to scratch lightly at his balls.
Lucky had his hands against her tits and was massaging them forcefully, kneading the heavy mounds until her nipples were erect and throbbing. "Suck ... suck my ... tits ... " Chris moaned as she pulled her mouth away from Lucky's.
Instantly he had his mouth against one of the aching nipples, slashing his tongue across it as his teeth closed at the base. He drew his head back a little, tugging at the stiff spear, and she groaned again. Both her nipple and her clitoris were being tugged and it was driving her crazy.
Turk was chewing harder on her cunt. He'd sucked the lips into his mouth and was working his teeth against them as Chris' hips shifted involuntarily, rubbing her cunt against his face. She was pumping harder on Lucky's cock, running her hand from the base to the coronal ridge and back, jerking him smoothly and eagerly, as Lucky opened his mouth and sucked more of her tit inside. He was jiggling the other tit in his hand, thumbing the nipple of it and Chris moaned with pleasure, urging him to shift his mouth to that tit, wanting both of them to know the powerful suction of his mouth.
A few moments after shifting his mouth from one of her tits to the other, Lucky swung one leg across her body and knelt before her. His cock rode into her deep cleavage and Chris lifted her hands, squeezing his cock in the narrowed space between her tits. "Fuck," she sighed, "ohhhh, fuck me here."
He began pumping his cock slowly up and down between her tits, working his hips so the stiff cock beat against the softness of her tits. It had been a long time since anyone had fucked her between the breasts and Chris had almost forgotten how good it was.
When Lucky reached up and pressed her tits even closer together, Chris slid an arm around him and began toying with the crack of his ass, running her fingers along it until she reached his asshole. Gently she explored the tiny opening, easing a finger into it until Lucky groaned with pleasure. Faster and deeper she began to fuck her finger into his asshole, until it was two knuckles deep. Lucky was fucking her tits wildly, driving his cock up and down the deep cleavage, snorting and groaning with pleasure.
At her cunt, Turk had shifted and was jamming his tongue up her vagina, wiggling it about each time he got it as far into her as he could, then pulling it out, only to thrust it forcefully back into her. Chris was about to cum and she caught the back of his head and pressed his mouth against her vaginal entrance until his teeth were pressed painfully against the wet flesh of her cunt. Turk caught on to what was happening and sucked hungrily at her as her cuntal juices began flowing from within her. The room filled with sounds that served as an aphrodisiac to Chris' mind, her moans, the groans of pleasure that came from Lucky, the slurpy sounds of Turk drinking her cum, sucking it from her as she twisted and writhed under the twin assault on her sensuality.
She could no longer hold her thighs together and she let them fall away from Turk's head. He rolled from between her legs and lay with his head on the seat of the couch, his face smeared with her cuntal fluids.
Abruptly Lucky pulled his cock from between her tits and let his knees slip from the couch. He was half bent over her, but he managed to get his cock to her vagina, and Chris threw her legs around him as he started fucking her hard, driving his prick deep within her each time he thrust his hips forward. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, her ass rocking her cunt up around his cock as he reached under her and squeezed the cheeks of her ass.
Turk watched the two of them fucking frantically at each other, then sat up and began rolling a joint. As soon as Lucky was finished with Chris, he was going to fuck her, in the meantime, he might as well get stoned, he decided. When the joint was rolled and lit, he drew deeply on it, then handed it to Chris. She placed her lips to the back of his hand and inhaled, sucking her lungs full of smoke. As she had to exhale, she lifted Lucky's mouth to hers and let the marijuana smoke flow from her lungs into his mouth. It was something she and Rick had discovered the first time they'd smoked together, a way of letting the same smoke recirculate through both lungs until they had to break the kiss.
Lucky was hammering away at her cunt, but at such an angle that there was no contact with her clitoris. It didn't matter to Chris. Her whole body was so sensitized that she could've spread her legs and lain at a position so only the inside of her vagina was in contact with him and it would've been okay, she'd have her cum.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, as she started cumming again. Her vagina squeezed around his cock, milking it hungrily as she whipped her ass up and down, fighting to get the utmost from the climax. Although Lucky wasn't going to cum, he still experienced a surge of sensation and, as soon as he could, he rolled away from her to land, gasping, on the floor.
Then Turk was between her legs, catching them and pressing her thighs back against her tits. Swiftly, he rammed his cock into her and began pounding away at her cunt, driving his cock into her hard and fast, reaching under her to separate the cheeks of her ass as he fucked her steadily. "Ohhhhhh," Chris groaned, pulling his mouth down against hers so hard that her lips were pressed, painfully, against her teeth.
Turk shoved a thick finger into her ass and Chris jumped, grinding her gaping snatch against his loins. Oh, what a fuck, she thought, not knowing which of the two she enjoyed the most, only knowing that she was now glad they'd discovered her and Terry together.
It was five in the morning when the two boys finally left her mobile home and Chris had been fucked so thoroughly that she was unable to do more than call good-bye. She lay on the wrinkled sheets of her bed, her body too used to respond to her desire to go wave good-bye to them.
CHAPTER NINE
Chris, thinking about the night she spent with Turk and Lucky, always imagined that she knew how a whore must feel when the night was over. Neither boy had seen a woman under circumstances that did anything but let them look and long for her during the eight weeks they'd been in basic training, and they made up for lost time, satiating themselves in Chris' body, plunging their cocks into her time and time again. Fuck and smoke grass, fuck and get blown and smoke grass, get blown and fuck and smoke more grass; that was all they did, just about.
During one of the brief respites, when she and Turk had been too exhausted to even get out of bed, Lucky had brought the grass and papers from the living room. As he'd sat on the end of the bed rolling a joint, Turk had begun talking to her about Terry again.
"You know," he'd said, "you're messing that boy up."
"Come off of it," Chris had answered. "How'm I messing him up?"
"Okay," Turk had answered, "look at it this way. You're fucking him, might even be sucking his cock, letting him eat you, right? Okay, what happens when you get tired of him? You move, find somebody else. He's got to start going with girls his own age, girls a year or two younger then he is. No matter how good he is in bed, a girl a year or two older than he is isn't going to date him. Girls want to date guys that're older, not younger."
"Yeah," Lucky had interjected. "I remember this girl that used to live next door to me. I had a real crush on her when I was fifteen. She was eighteen then. She knew how I felt, she used to get me to run errands for her, drive her places. The most I got that whole summer, was a couple of French kisses or a look at her tits. She finally decided to repay me for all the advantage she'd taken and put out for me, and I came before I even got it in her. I hated her after that."
"What's that got to do with it?" Chris had asked.
"Lucky don't care, when he wants to say something, he does," Turk had answered, grinning. "If it's close to whatever anyone else is talking about, he'll throw it in.
"But, what I was saying is, here's this kid that's been getting fucked regularly, and damned well. And then you break it off. Okay, what's he gonna do? He's gonna start dating a chick his own age, when he finally gets over you. And what kind of chick is she gonna be?
"Probably a little virgin, never had a hand in her pants. It's gonna be hard for him to go for that. And he's gonna know enough that he'll be able to change it. Well every chick is probably gonna lose her cherry sooner or later, but a guy that knows what he's doing is gonna get in her pants faster than a guy that doesn't know, any more than she does.
"I mean, there's always a couple of guys my age, our age, that date chicks thirteen, fourteen, because they know they can get further with them. At least a guy like that can take care of the chick, see that she doesn't get knocked up. What's that kid gonna do?"
"Can't you see him trying to buy rubbers from Everett Cain?" Lucky had asked.
"Right," Turk had agreed. "He's gonna be dating this girl and he's gonna want more than she's willing to give him, but he's gonna know who to get it better than another guy. He's gonna be bustin' cherries right and left, 'cause none of the chicks he dates are gonna be good enough for him. They're gonna be scared little chicks that get swept off their feet and they're not gonna know how to fuck and he's gonna get tired of them and look for another girl.
"First thing you know, there aren't gonna be many girls that will even go out with him, just the kind that don't give a damn, or the kind that have to fuck to get anybody to pay attention to them. He's gonna end up without any friends except the drips and the scuts and the flippies and he's not gonna know how to act with the rest of the girls."
"Hey," Lucky had exclaimed, "remember Junior Weller?" Turning to Chris, he explained: "Junior was this kid with an incredible dong. The word got around among the guys and his sister heard about it from her boy friend. Well, she and a couple of her girl friends got drunk and got Junior to show it to them and the other girls decided they wanted some of it, so they let him fuck them. I mean, Junior was hung like a horse.
"Anyway, Junior goes out with this girl, see. Little chick that didn't know up from down. They get to necking, he decides he wants to fuck, so he just reaches up under her skirt and yanks her panties off, flips her over and hops on. The chick went crazy, screaming, carrying on. Somebody heard her yelling and called the cops. You know what Junior told them? Said all chicks was crazy for a big cock, that they couldn't get enough of it; just she didn't know it yet and he'd been teaching her. And now Junior's locked up and the chick's scared of boys, probably gonna turn into a dyke."
"Maybe the kid you're fucking won't get that bad off," Turk had added, "but how're you gonna feel if he does? If you've got to get laid more than you are, find some guy your own age, even if he has a wife. Hell, you're not gonna marry the kid you're fucking, find some guy that's not getting enough at home and give it to him. At least he'll be able to handle it."
Chris had never considered things from that standpoint before, but as the days went by, she thought of it more and more. Was she doing Terry a disservice by teaching him more about sex than the usual boy his age knew? Was she turning him into a sexual sport, setting him on a path where he would end up with only the undesirable girls, where he would be a pariah, become embittered, a loner?
There was one thing that Turk and Lucky had overlooked and that was the fact that Terry had several other things going for him. He was a good-looking boy, one of the most promising members of the junior varsity football team, sure to be the quarterback next year and a challenger for that spot when he made the senior team. In short, Terry would be successful, no matter what happened between the two of them. He was just the type of boy that girls responded to and, when she looked at it from this viewpoint, all her affair with him would do would be to teach him how to be a better lover than he would be if he learned with someone who knew no more about sex than he did.
Still, there had been an element of doubt injected into her mind and there were times when she condemned herself for seducing the boy in the first place, when she swore to herself that it was not going to happen again, that she was going to make no more overtures to him.
She didn't have to. Having experienced the ecstasy she could provide, Terry decided he wanted to continue. It was the second day of the Christmas vacation and Chris was working in the training room, getting set up for a post-Christmas basketball tournament that Russelton High was sponsoring. Her car was in the shop and she had walked over from the garage, letting herself in through the side door.
Terry spotted her car and asked where she had gone. Minutes later, he was entering the training room, catching her by surprise. "Hi," he said, cheerfully, slipping off his jacket and gloves. "I didn't know if you were going home for the holiday, so I brought you your present to make sure you had it for Christmas."
Chris was touched. She knew Terry did odd jobs to earn spending money, but she hadn't expected him to buy her anything. She had debated whether to buy him something or not and had finally decided that a savings bond would be the best gift she could get, since it could be cashed in when he went to college so he could arrive there with a suitable wardrobe.
Shyly, he handed her a package. "I wish I could see you when you open it," he said.
"I'll pretend it's Christmas now," she answered. "If you want." The smile that played across his face told her that he did. With slightly trembling fingers, Chris opened the package. Inside was an opaque nylon gown in red, white and blue; a gown that would fit her snugly to her thighs, but which had slits almost to the tops of her legs, so they would show as she walked. "Ohhhhh, Terry, it's beautiful," she said, holding it against herself. While it wasn't what she'd have chosen for herself, she did like it.
"You ought to try it on, so I can take it back if it doesn't fit," he suggested. "That way, you can have it to wear on Christmas."
His suggestion made sense and she started to tell him to turn around so she could change, then decided that was silly, after what they'd done, she would be foolish to try appearing modest. Swiftly, she stripped off her sweater, revealing her unbound tits, then slid her jeans over her hips and let them fall.
The gown fit perfectly, clinging to her tits and the curve of her waist and hips, the clinging material stopping an inch down on her thighs. The panels dropped to her feet, and when she walked, almost all of her thigh was exposed. "It's a beautiful gown," she said, stepping up to him and kissing him.
She had meant it to be a chaste kiss, but he slid his arms around her and cupped her ass, drawing her loins against his as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Despite her resolution that she was going to break off the affair, Chris allowed him to massage her ass as she sucked on his tongue.
Still, she broke away from him after a minute and lifted the gown over her head, fully intending to dress again and tell him of the present she'd bought him. Her intentions were shattered, however, when Terry dropped to his knees before her and pressed his mouth against her upper thigh, then started licking at the crotchband of her panties.
Even as he started chewing on her encased cunt, he was trying to draw her panties off, and Chris found that she couldn't say no. "Wait, wait," she whispered, pushing at his head. "Undress."
He stood and pulled his sweater over his head as he kicked his shoes off. Chris wiggled out of her panties and undid his belt, and they both shoved his trousers and shorts down. This time, she kissed him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she caught hold of his cock and began pumping her hand over it, while Terry slipped a finger along her cuntal furrow until he contacted her clitoris, which he began to strum, until she was tingling with desire and her cunt was getting wet.
They shuffled over to the pile of mats, lowering themselves to it without breaking the loss or the contact between their hands and the other's body. Terry was working his fingers against her clitoris and Chris was squeezing his cock as he wedged a knee between hers and spread her legs, allowing the rest of his hand access to her rapidly dampening cunt.
"Terry," she moaned, when his mouth left hers. She intended to tell him that he ought to be with girls his own age, just necking and feeling their tits, but he seized one of her nipples in his mouth and she couldn't speak other than to moan his name again.
His mouth was hot and demanding against the firm flesh of her tit, his tongue circling around the pebbled surface of her areola as he squeezed the other tit in one hand, while rubbing her cunt hungrily. Despite herself, Chris felt her hips begin a gentle undulation, lifting and lowering in a fucking rhythm.
A moment later, and Terry has as much of her tit as he could get in his mouth, sucking hard on it as he pinched her other nipple. He was working his fingers against her cunt, making it harder and harder for her to remember that this was wrong, that she had decided that she wasn't going to let him fuck her. Once more, she told herself, once more won't matter; I'll tell him after we've fucked that this is the last time.
He rolled between her widely spread legs, crouching on his knees as he worked his hand against one tit and her cunt, his lips working on the other tit. Slowly, he lifted his head and ran his mouth back and forth across the heaving mounds, licking the deep cleavage, biting lightly at the nipples, sucking mouthfuls of tit past his lips until she was afraid he would leave passion-marks on her white skin. All the while, she pumped her hand around his cock, reaching down to tickle his balls now and then, or pausing to rub her palm across the head of his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, as he drove two fingers deep into her vagina, then wiggled them around. He lifted his mouth from her tits and shifted abruptly, driving his mouth down onto her cunt before she had a chance to say anything. And when his lips closed around her erect clitoris, there was nothing she wanted to say.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, thrusting her cunt against his face. Terry cupped her ass in his hands and began to lick hungrily at her wet snatch, running his tongue over it, up and down between the puffy cuntlips, sucking on them now and then, slashing his tongue across the hard button of her clitoris. "Oooooooohh," she moaned, her ass shifting involuntarily in his hands.
Terry opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked hard at her cunt, thrusting his tongue against her clitoris in a fucking mouth within the tight suction of his mouth. Chris planted her feet against the mats and arched her body, holding her hips high in the air while he sucked at her itching snatch. "You ... you're ... gonna ... make me ... cummmmmmmm," she moaned, as she rubbed her cunt against his face.
The boy shifted his mouth and thrust his tongue into her vagina, whipping it against the wet and clinging walls of her cuntal passage. "Oooooooooohh," Chris whimpered, her nails digging into the back of his head as she felt her juices starting to flow. "Ooooooooooooohh, I'm cummmmmmmmmiinnnnnnggggggg."
Her tits were heaving and her thighs trembled with the effort to hold her hips against his face as he sucked noisily at her vagina, drawing the sticky fluids from her, swallowing them greedily. He may have been untutored, inexperienced, but he was eating her well, making her twist her cunt against his face as he worked his teeth around her cunt hole, while his tongue flicked in and out of it.
Chris could stand it no longer. "Fuck meeeeeee," she pleaded, lowering her ass to the mats and dragging him over her. With a single lunge, Terry buried his cock to the hilt in her wet cunt, his balls slapping against her ass as she threw her legs high around his waist, clamping her thighs tightly to his chest while she mashed his mouth to hers and drove her tongue into his mouth.
Terry fucked her frantically, driving his cock into her hard, whipping his back and jamming his cock into her again. She humped her ass up to meet him each time, matching him stroke for stroke. Then he shifted one hand on her ass and drove a finger up her asshole and she started cumming again.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, she thought, how can I give him up? He fucks me so well, so welllllll. It was selfish, she knew, but she wanted to keep fucking him, to spread her legs often to take his sweet young cock into her cunt and let him drive them both crazy with his energetic thrusts that drove the head of his cock against her cervix, sending jarring spurts of pleasure through her.
He was sucking her tongue, finger-fucking her ass, driving his cock into her as hard as anyone had ever done. Chris twisted and writhed under him, rubbing her flattened tits against his sweaty chest as he drew his legs up until his smooth thighs were along her ass, so he was pounding even deeper into her spasming cunt.
With her clitoris being rubbed by his slippery cock each time he moved, Chris had no trouble cumming again. Her ass was in a puddle of cuntal fluids and Terry was hammering away at her open snatch, grinding his loins against her crotch each time he embedded his cock in her swampy vagina. He ought to be on the verge of cumming, Chris thought, as she redoubled her efforts to bring him off.
Suddenly he froze, his cock planted deep in her pulsating cunt. She raked his shoulders with her nails as he spurted his hot cum into her, flooding her with jism, so that it combined with her own cum and flowed out of her cunt, trickling down the crack of her ass, around the finger that was full-length up her anus.
They collapsed, breathing hard, unable to find the strength to change their position. It was several minutes before they could break away from each other and then Chris was reluctant to let him go until his cock was limp and lying damply against her thigh.
CHAPTER TEN
"Terry, we've got to stop this," Chris murmured, as she sat up.
"Yeah, somebody else might catch us," he answered. "Let's go to your place."
It hadn't been the way Chris had meant it, but in the afterglow of the fuck he'd just given her, all she could do was nod her agreement. "I've got to leave this report on the coach's desk," she said. "Come upstairs with me and then wait while I go get my car. It's not smart for us to be seen together. If you're in the car, though, people'll think I'm just giving you a ride."
They dressed, after wiping their crotches with a towel. Then, they climbed the steps, Terry's arm around her waist, the hand under one of her jutting tits.
Because the school was closed for the holidays and she didn't expect anyone to be around, Chris didn't bother to knock on Joe's office door, just pushed it open and started to enter the room to drop the report on his desk. Once the door was open, however, she and Terry stopped in their tracks, staring at the daybed Joe had installed.
The bed was occupied by Joe Margone and Betsy Jay, with the little girl reversed over Joe, his big man cock in her mouth and hands. He, in turn, had his head between her spindly little thighs, his tongue slithering over her sparsely haired kid cunt.
"Oh, my God," Joe exclaimed, when he realized there were two people standing in the doorway. "Betsy, honey, get up."
Reluctantly, for she figured that as long as they'd been caught, there wasn't anything they could do about it, the teeny-bopper slid to her feet. She walked calmly to Joe's desk where her clothes were and slipped into them, taking no pains to conceal herself from Terry's avid eyes, "You kids go wait in Joe's car," Chris said. Without speaking to each other, or to the two adults, Terry and Betsy did as they were told.
It was only when they were alone in the room that Joe spoke: "I suppose you think you have to say something to somebody," he began. "Well, I guess I knew I'd get caught sooner or later. I shouldn't have let her start anything, but I did. It's like an addiction now. She comes around, letting me know she wants it, and I can't say no to her."
"Joe," Chris murmured, "what do you think Terry and I were doing in the training room? I know what it's like to get involved with a kid, how hard it is to stop once you've started."
"You and Terry?" Joe exclaimed. "What's the matter, didn't I give you enough?"
"Didn't I give you enough?" Chris countered. "Besides, I'd fucked Terry before you and I got started. Had you fucked Betsy then?"
Joe shook his head. "God," he moaned, "I don't know what to do. I don't want to ruin my life, and hers, but I don't know if I can give her up. And sooner or later, the wrong person's going to catch us together, either that or somebody's going to start wondering why she's over at my house so much."
Chris couldn't keep her eyes off Joe's huge erection. It looked to her as if she and Terry had interrupted the two before they had a chance to make each other cum. "Hurting, Joe?" she whispered, moving to sit on the daybed.
"Yes," he answered. "We'd only been here a few minutes. She was walking and I gave her a ride. As soon as she was in the car, she grabbed my cock and started playing with it. We were only two blocks from here and I thought it'd be safe to use the office, that it would be faster too. We didn't know there was anybody around."
"My car's in the shop down the street," Chris said, as she bent over his loins and licked at the still wet head of his cock.
"What am I going to do?" he pleaded, sounding as if he were desperate. "It's not little girls, it's just Betsy, but it's still bad enough. One kid, or a dozen, they'll still hang me if I get caught. And it's just a matter of time before that happens."
"There is a way out," Chris said, rubbing his cock against her cheek.
"What?" Joe asked, obviously not believing her.
"If Betsy had a reason for being at your house all the time, who'd wonder?" Chris asked. "If she were living there, no one would suspect a thing."
"How could she live at my house?" Joe wanted to know.
"You could adopt her," Chris said.
"I'd have to be married, and it'd have to be to somebody that understood," Joe mused. Then he realized what Chris was suggesting. "You and I. Yeah. And we could adopt Terry too. Sure, everybody would be happy that way, and the kids could be with each other when we were together."
Chris didn't answer. She'd slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and was sucking hungrily on it. She was an ardent cocksucker and she hadn't gotten her mouth on Terry's cock in the basement, so she was satisfying her orality by sucking Joe. He lay back and gave himself up to the pleasure he knew he was going to derive from her wanton mouth, as she reached under him and began caressing his balls with one hand, while the other pumped and squeezed the shaft of his cock and her tongue raced around the bulbous head.
Outside, Terry and Betsy had, without speaking, climbed into the back seat of Joe's car. Now Terry was watching as Betsy squirmed and wiggled around. Finally, he asked: "What's the matter with you?"
"I didn't cum," the little blonde sighed. In her wiggling, her skirt had ridden high on her thighs, so Terry could see that the crotchband of her panties was damp with the moisture from her cunt. "Did ... were you and Miss Newsom doing anything?" Betsy asked suddenly.
"Yeah," Terry admitted. "And we were going to her place and do some more." He slid across the seat until he was next to her, then ran his hand along her exposed thigh. "Want me to help?" he asked, running his hand higher, over her prominent hipbone, onto her belly, until he could lift the elastic of her panties and slip his hand under them.
"Please," Betsy sighed, lifting her ass from the seat so he could draw her panties off and work his fingers against her cunt without hindrance. As Terry drew the panties below her knees, so they could fall to the floor without aid, she stepped out of them and threw her arms around his neck, drawing her mouth down to hers. Terry doubled one arm and slid the hand under her sweater, reaching up to close his fingers around the pert mound of her small tit as he traced the curve of her cuntal furrow. Betsy let her mouth go slack under his and accepted his tongue eagerly when he thrust it forward.
"How come you were with the coach?" Terry asked, when he broke the kiss and rested his head against her shoulder. "Just for the same reason I was with Miss Newsom?"
"I don't know," Betsy sighed, spreading her legs to open her cunt for him. "I ... I guess I'm hung up on him a little. And I could do things with him that I couldn't do with you."
"We didn't have much chance to get together to try things," Terry admitted. His fingers encountered her erect clitoris and strummed it, making Betsy sigh. "Wouldn't it be neat if we could be with them all the time?" Terry murmured. When they wanted to fuck each other, we could fuck."
"We can't be with them, though," Betsy said regretfully. "How could we, we have to live at the home?"
"If they got married, they could let us be their kids," the boy said. He was squeezing one of Betsy's small tits and working his fingers against the wet flesh of her cunt, and Betsy twisted her head until she could kiss him again. This time it was her tongue that shot forward and Terry's mouth that closed around a darting tongue and trapped it to be sucked upon. Betsy snorted with pleasure and tried to open his trousers so she could work her hand on his straining cock.
"Ohhhhhh, Chris," Joe moaned, as her tightly clinging lips rubbed against the shaft of his cock while her head bobbed up and down over it. She had his swollen nuts in one hand and was squeezing them gently, while her other hand was pumping harder on that part of his cock she didn't have in her mouth. "I ... I'm gon ... na cummmmmm," Joe moaned.
She just sucked harder, working her tongue against the underside of his cock as she plunged her head further over the hard rod, until the head nudged the back of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed rhythmically as she strove to bring him off, to make him shoot his hot, salty jism into her mouth.
"Unnnnhhhhhh," he moaned. His cock quivered in her wanton mouth, then erupted, filling it with hot sticky cum that she swallowed greedily, all the while pumping her hand harder to get more of the ropey jism into her mouth. She was being filled with so much cum that she was having trouble swallowing fast enough, but she didn't give up, she just redoubled her effort, sucking greedily at the spewing cock, loving the way his jism struck the back of her throat as she pumped her hand harder and harder around the lower part of the shaft and jiggled his balls in an effort to get as much of Joe's cum as she could.
"Baaaabyyyyy," he moaned, when he'd shot his load and she showed no signs of lifting her mouth from his cock. He knew she'd suck him as long as he wanted, even though it would be a while before he could cum again. Gently, he cupped her chin and raised her head off his throbbing cock.
"We'd better check on the kids," Chris said, as she rose and tossed him his clothes. "After all, maybe they won't like the idea of us adopting them. Maybe they don't like each other."
That idea was dispelled as soon as Chris and Joe reached the car. Betsy had one of her legs slung across Terry's and the two adults could watch as the boy rode a couple of fingers in and out of her cunt while thumbing her clitoris. From the activity under her sweater, they knew he was playing with her tits and the two kids were kissing hungrily, their mouths fused hard.
Suddenly, as the adults watched, Betsy drew her mouth back from Terry's. "Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, Terry, I'm there. I'm cumming." Her ass bounced faster against the car seat as Terry buried his fingers in her vagina and wiggled them.
As Betsy's shudders began to subside, Terry drew his fingers from her cunt and lifted them to his nose, sniffing them deeply. Betsy's eyes fluttered open and she saw what he was doing, then reached over and took her hand in his, bringing his fingers to her mouth and sticking them inside, sucking her own cum from his hand.
Joe opened the car door and the kids, for the first time, realized they had an audience. "Hey, we had a great idea," Betsy said, slipping her leg off of Terry's, but making no effort to cover herself. And Terry didn't stick his cock back in his trousers.
"So did we," Chris said. "We're going to get married and try to adopt you. Then well all live together and take turns sleeping with each other."
Betsy and Terry looked at each other and broke into loud bursts of laughter. "Hey," Terry finally gasped, "that's what we thought of."
For a minute, the car rocked as the four passengers roared with delight. Then the teenagers fixed their clothes in case anyone looked into the car as they drove to Joe's house. Terry sat on the far end of the back seat, to maintain an innocent air as Joe crossed town and parked in his garage. Like Chris' trailer, his house was isolated from the neighbors by thick hedges.
As soon as the four of them were inside, they began tearing at their clothing, throwing each garment away as soon as it was off. Once the two women were nude, they paused to survey each other's nakedness.
Chris could understand why Joe had been attracted to the younger girl. Betsy had a nicely formed little body, even if she was still growing. Her tits were pert, if not large, and she gave every indication that she was going to develop into a lushly attractive woman when she finished growing.
Betsy, in turn, admired the full-blown curves of Chris's tits, the deeply indented waist and full hips. She knew that she would grow more hair at her cunt and hoped her bush would get to be as thick as Chris' when she was fully mature. If she couldn't fuck Joe every night, she was glad he was throwing his cock to somebody that looked like the woman facing her.
They weren't alone in their inspection of each other, both Joe and Terry, sporting magnificent hard-ons, were running their eyes over the naked women before then. Then, when they'd finished inspecting each other, Chris and Betsy looked the males over.
Betsy was the first of the four to move. With a happy cry, she threw herself to her knees before Terry and grabbed his cock in her hands. "It's my turn to make you cum," she murmured as she slipped one arm around him and rubbed the head of his cock against her small tits for a moment, before lowering her head to begin licking at the red glans. Terry groped behind him and drew a chair up, then sank back with his legs fully parted as Betsy stayed with him, leaning further forward as he seated himself.
The sight of the little teenybopper sucking another man's cock galvanized Joe to action. He caught Chris and led her to a chair, where he had her seat herself with her legs over the padded arms and her ass at the edge of the cushion. Chris shivered with anticipation as Joe leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he caught her tits in his hands and brushed his thumbs across her rising nipples.
A moment late, he'd lifted his mouth, then ducked it to her tits as he went down into a crouch before her. He sucked on one nipple and pinched the other as he began rubbing his fingers across her open cunt, delighting in the fact that she was good and wet; that some of the wetness was from fucking Terry didn't bother him at all.
"Ohhhhhh," Chris moaned, as Joe began flicking a finger against her exposed clitoris, drawing it up to a hard bundle of nerve-endings that made her ass snap forward each time he hit it.
Betsy, hearing the older woman moan, turned her head just in time to see him drop to his knees before Chris and the teenybopper watched as his mouth pressed to the voluptuous blonde's cunt and her hands pushed his mouth even tighter. There wasn't a bit of jealousy in the younger girl, she knew that she'd have her cunt under Joe's hungry mouth before the afternoon was over.
She returned to sucking Terry's cock, working her hot mouth along the underside until she reached his balls, which she began to lick. Above her, Terry squirmed and moaned as her heated kisses increased his desire for her.
"Put your tongue in my ass," Terry pleaded and Betsy, although surprised, bent her head lower and licked at the crack of his ass for a moment, then started worming her tongue into the puckered anus. It didn't bother her, nor did the knowledge that his groans must be telling Chris and Joe that she was complying with his request. She was willing to do anything that either man asked of her, more than willing.
Across the room, Joe was licking hungrily at Chris' gaping snatch, running his tongue from her erect clitoris to her asshole, laving her cunt with fast sweeps of his tongue that doubled the wetness of her pussy until she was dripping onto the chair. She was squeezing her own tits in an effort to increase the pleasure she was getting and her eyes were open, focused on Betsy as the teenybopper drove her tongue deeper and deeper into Terry's ass.
"Ohhhhh," Terry moaned, while Betsy tongue-fucked his ass harder and faster. He hadn't been sure that Betsy would do as he asked, but she seemed to be getting more pleasure from rimming him than Chris had, for there was none of the reluctance he had noticed in the older woman as Betsy tongue-fucked his ass.
Still, as much as he liked the feel of other tongues riding in and out of his asshole, Terry wanted Betsy to work on his cock again, so he caught her head and lifted it, bringing it up until her lips were against the mushroom-shaped end of his prick. Betsy moaned once as she flicked her tongue against the notch in his coronal ridge, then ran it over the entire mass of his cockhead.
Betsy rubbed her thighs together as she let the head of Terry's cock enter her mouth. Her soft lips squeezed the fleshy head, her tongue driving against the meaty flesh as if Betsy were trying to fuck that small opening in his cock. Terry groaned and pulled her head toward him, working more of his cock into her hot, wantonly sucking young mouth.
The teenybopper plunged her head down until she had all of Terry's cock in her throat. "Ohhhhh," Terry moaned, as the girl sucked harder against his cock, driving him crazy so that he had to squirm about the chair. He reached down and stroked her cheeks as her tongue beat against the underside of his cock.
His loud moans made Chris open her eyes again, for the action of Joe's mouth on her cunt had forced them shut. Joe was still holding her firm ass, digging into the resilient flesh with his strong hands, as he curled his tongue around her clitoris. She was rubbing her twat against his face, loving the heat and wetness of his mouth on her cunt.
"Oooooh," Chris squealed, as Joe chewed on her clit. With her legs spread and elevated the way they were, she couldn't do much, but she did what she could as she dropped her hands from her tits and pushed his mouth lower on her cunt, until his lips were around her vaginal entrance and his tongue was snaking into her. "Ooooooh," she squealed again, feeling herself about to cum.
Terry could stand being entirely passive no longer. With a muffled cry of desire, he lifted Betsy's mouth from his cock and pushed her onto her back on the rug, then dropped to cover her body with his. Betsy, upset at first by his refusal to let her continue sucking his cock, groaned in anticipation as she realized she had inflamed him to the point that he had to fuck her.
He drove deeply into her writhing body with his first thrust, slamming the head of his cock against her cervix. Betsy threw her skinny legs around him and humped her ass up hard each time he plunged it into her. Her cunt had never wanted to be filled as much as it had when he'd dropped over her and now she was grinding her hips and thighs against his as he filled her cunt completely, his cock embedding itself each time he drove it forward and his balls slapping her ass. Chris watched the two teenagers as they fucked lustily with one another. She had never seen anyone else fucking before, and the sight aroused her more- than she'd have thought possible. She leaned forward, her full tits dangling on Joe's shoulders as she sucked at her creaming cunt, drawing her hot fluids into his mouth in a noisy manner, "Ohhhhhh," Chris moaned. "Ohhhhhhh."
"Fuckkkkkk," Betsy sighed, as Terry reamed her cunt with hard thrusts that drove his dick completely into her, then drew it back until Betsy feared he was pulling it out of her.
The teenybopper's plea reached both Joe and Chris' ears and Chris jumped to her feet, pushing Joe onto his back as she dropped to her knees over him, sliding back toward his cock even as she bent her head and sought his mouth with hers. The stiff cock slid along the cuntal furrow and she wiggled her ass as she felt it start to enter her swampy vagina.
The change in position of the two adults did not go unnoticed by the kids on the other side of the room. Terry pushed himself up on half-extended arms and watched as Chris straightened over Joe's body, taking the position she'd first fucked him in. Betsy, who hadn't thought of getting on top of anybody, watched, wide-eyed, as the older woman began to pump herself up and down over Joe's cock.
"Let ... let me try that," she suggested. Terry lowered himself to her writhing body, then held her tight as he rolled over. Awkwardly, Betsy took the position Chris was using, sighing as the hard cock in her vagina seemed to go even further up into her belly.
"Ride him, Betsy," Chris called, smiling encouragement at the slim teenybopper. Betsy began lifting and lowering her hips, working her cunt around the throbbing cock of the young man under her.
Both males reached up and closed their hands against the tits of their partner, then rotated their hands against the nipples. As Joe watched Terry's cock sliding in and out of Betsy's gaping cunt, he knew he was going to have to fuck her before too much more time passed, but he knew that neither Terry nor Chris would mind, since they'd be fucking each other as enthusiastically as he and Betsy.
Chris' belly rippled from her exertions, but she continued to work her cunt around Joe's big cock, driving down over it until it was all the way up in her, the head driving her cervix deeper than she'd ever imagined it could go. She thought of Joe's big cock riding in and out of Betsy's small cunt and the idea was exciting, almost as exciting as the feeling of that same cock riding in and out of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh," Chris moaned, leaning forward and dangling her tits over Joe's mouth. He seized on one stiff-nippled tit, sucking hard on the turreted tip, while he reached around her and jammed a finger into her ass, making her snap her hips forward. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned again as she supported herself on her elbows and worked her ass back around the finger.
"Betsy, Betsy," Terry sighed, as the girl whipped her head back and forth while fucking him frenziedly. She was beginning to feel more at ease in the new position and she was experimenting with the notion of her hips, driving her cunt around him at different angles as she gasped and snorted. Her eyes were rolling wildly in her head and her mouth was slack as she pressed her palms against his sweaty chest and fucked him.
Terry was digging his fingers into the pert mounds of her tits as Betsy heaved her ass up and down over his loins, slamming her cunt against his wiry cockhairs, driving down over his cock as hard as she could. It was a great way to fuck, the girl decided, a great way to fuck. But then, all ways of fucking were great to someone as horny and willing to fuck as she was. It didn't really matter how the cock was entering her, as long as she had a hard cock in her snatch.
"Ooooooh," Betsy squealed as her cunt began convulsing and snapping around Terry's hard cock, her cuntal juices flooding her and draining down to mat his cock hairs against his body. The climax she'd had in the back seat of Joe's car had merely whetted her sexual appetite and she was glad she was cumming again, glad that her vaginal muscles were squeezing against Terry's stiff cock, glad that she was writhing and twisting around the impaling cock that had given her so much pleasure and would, she knew, give her more in the future.
Her squeal of pleasure was echoed by Chris as she, too, started cumming again. Joe gasped and pinched her nipple, biting at the other as he shoved his finger as far up her ass as it would go. God, he thought, how lucky can a man get? A woman like this and a sweet little thing like Betsy and both of them willing to fuck my brains out any time I want them.
Both Chris and Betsy were collapsing over their partner, unable to do anything but let their legs slide back as they heaved and snorted upon the slick chests of the men. Terry was kissing Betsy's ear, driving his tongue into it, and Joe was still exploring Chris' ass with his finger as they rolled their partners onto their sides and cradled them in loving arms while letting them regain control of themselves.
After a few minutes, they pulled away and all four of them sat up, neither Chris nor Betsy taking any pains to hide themselves from the still hungry eyes of the adoring males. To their delight, both Terry and Joe still had hard cocks, promising that the fun was not over.
Before Betsy could move toward Joe, Terry wrestled her down and began nipping at her thighs as he arranged her so he could get his mouth on her cunt. "Oooooh," Betsy squealed in delight as she realized he was going to suck her cunt too.
Chris looked at Terry's cock, still glistening from the cum Betsy had poured over it. With a groan of hunger, she threw herself flat and began licking at the hard cock, sweeping her tongue around it as she dug her fingertips into Terry's hard ass.
Although Joe had already eaten Chris once, he was soon between her full thighs, his tongue slashing across her distended clitoris as he worked his way about on the floor until his hard cock was just inches from Betsy's mouth. The teenybopper adjusted herself, took his cock in her hands and commenced nibbling at the massive head, moaning as she did so.
Terry hadn't planned to eat Betsy long, but the wild action of Chris' hungry mouth on his cock was so good that he wanted her to continue sucking him off, so he thrust his tongue deep into the writhing teenybopper's dripping vagina, flailing it about inside of her as she humped her cunt into his face and began working the head of Joe's cock into her mouth, gnawing wantonly at the soft glans as she rubbed her hands along his thighs, holding him away from her enough to be able to control how much of his cock entered her mouth. As much as she loved Joe, and as much as she loved sucking his cock, she knew she could never take all of it in her mouth, it was so much bigger than Terry's, as far as cock size was concerned.
Joe, feeling the hot play of Betsy's mouth against his cock, sucked Chris' cuntlips into his mouth and chewed lightly at them as he worked his hands against her ass, squeezing the full mounds hard as the cunt under his mouth and the mouth on his cock drove him wild. The knowledge that the cunt and mouth belonged to two different people only spurred him on.
Terry was fucking Betsy's vagina with his tongue, driving it frantically into the hot, swampy passage, fucking, sucking and licking at the interior of her cunt in a way that had the little teenybopper slapping her ass against the floor as she forced more and more of Joe's cock into her mouth.
Terry's cock, too, was being well sucked. Chris was plunging her head down over the entire length of his cock, sucking all of it in her hollowing cheeks as she reached under him and began finger-fucking his ass. It reminded him that Betsy had an asshole and that she might like something in it and he began worming a finger into her anus, feeling her grind her ass down at the invading digit.
Both girls were about to cum again and they sucked harder on the cocks in their mouths, using all the tricks they knew, which, in Chris' case were many, to give as much pleasure as they were getting. Neither doubted that the other was sucking the cock in her mouth as wantonly as possible.
Suddenly Chris felt the hot spew of Terry's jism in her mouth. She snorted lustily and sucked harder, drawing the salty cum from his cock as he thrust his ass into the air and squeezed his anal sphincter around her buried finger while he shot load after load of sticky jism into Chris' wantonly sucking mouth, while he gulped down the sticky fluids that were pouring out of Betsy, the fluids that were wetting his chin and his cheeks as the teenybopper humped her cunt against his face and shuddered through her climax.
Betsy hadn't stopped cumming when Joe began splattering the back of her throat with great loads of cum. His jism boiled out so fast at first that Betsy almost gagged and had to back her head away from his loins to avoid having any of his cum spill from the comers of her mouth. Joe, who was sucking greedily at the hot cuntal fluids he was drawing from Chris' twisting cunt, loved the way Betsy tried to block his ejaculations with her tongue to give her time to swallow his cum.
Sadly the two girls looked at the limp cocks of the men. In their haste to assure themselves of the maximum pleasure, they had forgotten that both males had already cum once, that a second climax would destroy their ability for the time being. "Come on, Betsy," Chris said at last, "let's go clean up while we wait for them to get hard-ons again." Betsy planted a last kiss on Joe's limp cock and rose to follow the older woman.
When they returned to the living room, they found that Terry had started the fire and Joe had brought in a jug of cider, which he was heating in a copper kettle. The odor of the cider, mixed with cinnamon and nutmeg, was filling the room as effectively as incense might have done.
By unspoken consent, Betsy settled down next to Joe, while Chris dropped to her knees beside Terry. "How long will it take for us to make this permanent?" Chris asked Joe, to start a conversation as much as anything else.
"Not long," he answered. "We can drive to North Carolina tomorrow and get married if we want. And, before Bettylou was killed, we'd looked into adopting a kid, the people who decide if you get an adoptee can make a decision pretty quick, and they like to place older kids-there're less people who want to adopt them."
"Wow," Betsy exclaimed, snuggling closer to Joe. "That means we might be able to come live here by the end of next month, doesn't it?"
"It looks like it, honey," Chris said, twisting a little as Terry reached around her and began caressing her tits. Neither he nor Joe had a renewed hard-on, but Chris was sure both would be ready to perform by the time they'd finished their cider.
They were. Joe gathered Betsy in his arms and stroked her compact little ass as he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. The teenybopper thrust her sparsely-haired mound against the head of his cock and twined her legs with his as he squeezed the firm mounds of her ass in his big hands. Already, just from that and the kiss, she was starting to get wet between her legs.
Next to them, Chris lay on her back as Terry crouched over her, sucking greedily at her tits, switching his mouth back and forth from one to the other, as he stroked her cunt with one hand and hefted the unsucked tit in the other. She reached up and began manipulating his foreskin as he eased a couple of fingers into her cunt and began working them back and forth, until her hips began a steady undulation around the driving digits.
Joe worked one hand to Betsy's cunt from under her ass and brought the other to her small tits as he worked his mouth along the side of her throat. "Ohhhhh," Betsy sighed, beginning to pump his heavy cock in both of her hands and still not containing all of it.
Chris wanted to watch Betsy getting fucked by Joe's big cock and rolled over, then lifted herself to her hands and knees. He had never fucked anybody dog-fashion, but Terry knew how it was done and Chris moaned happily as she felt him stuffing his cock up her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh," she moaned, as the boy draped himself over her and reached under her body, one hand going down to work against her engorged mons veneris and the other slipping over her dangling tits.
Before them, Joe wedged himself between Betsy's thighs and snorted as she guided the head of his cock up and down the length of her cuntal furrow for a few minutes, before starting to work her cunt up around the thick cock. "Ohhhhhh," Betsy groaned, as she felt Joe begin to push his cock into her as she humped her ass up, driving her cunt higher and higher around his descending cock, "Ohhhhh, fuck me good," she pleaded, her face contorting with lust.
Both Chris and Terry watched, fascinated, as Joe's thick cock bore into Betsy's heaving body. It seemed incredible that she could take such a large cock into her small cunt without crying out in pain, but she was doing it, actually heaving herself up around the long pole as if she couldn't get enough of it into her vagina.
"God, look at that," Terry sighed, wondering if-his cock would ever be as big as Joe's. He knew that Chris enjoyed fucking him, for she kept coming back for more of his cock, and he was sure that Betsy had had no objections to the way he'd fucked her, but wouldn't both of them like fucking him better if his cock was as big as Joe's?
"Keep fucking me while you look," Chris said, grinding her ass back against his loins as he rammed his cock hard into her cunt. She couldn't take her eyes off the way Joe was humping his cock into Betsy's gaping cunt, couldn't believe the way the girl had her legs almost perpendicular to her body as she heaved her ass up to meet the hard thrusts Joe was using to drive his enormous cock into her tight little snatch.
"Baby, baby," Joe gasped, as he closed his hands over Betsy's small tits and rolled them about on her chest. He was supporting himself on his elbows and knees, holding himself over Betsy so he couldn't get all of his cock into her, for he knew she couldn't take it all without injuring herself. It didn't matter that he couldn't fuck her as energetically as he had fucked Chris, Betsy was writhing and squirming under him in a way that added more to his pleasure than he'd ever thought possible.
His cock slid easily in and out of the tight pussy, the lips moving along the length of his cock as he withdrew it, then folding back in to Betsy's sweet cunt as he drove it forward, "Ohhhhh," the teenybopper moaned, wiggling harder under him.
Betsy ran her hands down her heaving belly, caught her cuntlips and spread them further, allowing Joe to fuck his dick into her at a faster pace. Her ass humped up to meet his descending cock and she worked her pelvis frantically, twisting her clammy cunt around his cock as her eyes rolled in her head and her mouth twisted in the transports of passion. This was only the second time she'd had Joe's cock in her twat and, even after having fucked Terry, it was still a tight fit. Only the fact that she'd cum so often made it possible for him to fuck her as easily as he was doing.
"Ohhhhh," Chris groaned, as she watched Joe's cock drilling into the teenybopper's tight cunt. Terry was hammering his dick at her cunt, thrusting hard as he drove his cock up into her. His belly slapped at her ass, his hands worked against her dangling tits, tugging at the nipples and he'd reach down occasionally to pinch her clitoris. "Ohhhhhh," she groaned again, "I'm gonna cummmmmmm."
Terry planted his cock as deep in her as he could and clenched his anus, making his cock jump about inside of her. Chris' arms folded under her and her cheek rested on the floor as she felt herself pouring a new wave of cuntal fluids over the boy's hard cock.
"Unnnn, unnnnnh, unnhhhhh," Terry moaned, as her vagina spasmed around him, squeezing his cock each time she hit another peak in her pleasure. He couldn't wait until the next time they got together so he could try fucking Betsy this way.
Betsy was cumming too, her ass high off the floor as her cunt pulsed and quivered around Joe's cock. Neither man was shooting off, they'd been so well-fucked that they couldn't cum again, they thought.
"Whewwwwww," Joe sighed, as he eased his cock out of Betsy's tight snatch. "I've had it. I'm serious. It's been years since I've been fucked out, but I am."
"Me, too," Terry sighed, sliding his cock out of Chris' still spasming cunt and falling to his side. "I couldn't fuck any more if my life depended on it."
"Awwww," Betsy moaned, looking at their wilting cocks. "We don't have to be back at the home for another hour. I want to fuck some more."
"Sorry, baby," Joe said, "I just don't think Terry or I can do anything for you. I don't even think I could get it up again."
"Shit," Betsy exclaimed, making the rest of them laugh.
"It'd have to be you and Terry," Chris said to the younger girl, "but I'll bet we can not only get them to get hard-ons again, I'll bet we can make them cum. If you're willing to try something new."
"I'll try anything," Betsy announced solemnly.
Chris pushed herself to her feet and left the room, returning in a moment with a jar of Vaseline. "What do you think we're going to do?" Joe asked, as she knelt and started applying the lubricant to his cock.
"I'm hoping I'm gonna get fucked in the ass," Chris answered.
"Oooooh, look at it," Betsy sighed, for the words made Joe's cock jump back to full hardness. She and Chris turned their heads and saw that Terry's cock had also risen.
"Grease him up good," Chris told the teenybopper, sliding the jar to her. Betsy was quick to scoop a gob of Vaseline onto her fingers and rub it across the head of Terry's cock. As she did so, Terry, following Joe's lead with Chris, began rubbing some of the jelly into Betsy's asshole.
Betsy had never thought of anyone fucking her in her ass, but she reasoned, since she'd liked it when she'd had tongues and fingers there, why wouldn't it feel good to have a hard cock up her ass.
Chris was stretching out on the floor, holding the cheeks of her ass apart as Joe maneuvered himself over her. "This might hurt at first," Chris said to Betsy, "but once you get used to it, you'll love it."
The little blonde rolled over and allowed Terry to rest upon her. She shuddered in anticipation as she felt him place the head of his greasy cock against her tense asshole. "Ready?" he whispered.
She wasn't sure, but she answered that she was. Terry began pushing his dick forward and Betsy moaned, more in pain than in pleasure, as he anal sphincter sought to deny Terry entrance.
Next to them, Joe was pushing even harder against Chris' anal sphincter. Although she'd been fucked in the ass, his cock was so much bigger than any that had entered her that way that it was as if her ass was virginal, as far as he was concerned.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Betsy screamed, as Terry gave an extra hard thrust and drove past the constricting ring of her anal sphincter. He realized he was hurting her and paused, with the head of his slippery cock firmly embedded in her fiery ass.
"OHHHHHHH," Chris moaned, for Joe had lodged his cock in her ass. Both men looked at each other and winked. The girls had wanted it this way, now they were going to get it, and good.
Slowly the two cocks began, pushing deeper. Chris sighed and wiggled her ass, trying to help Joe get all of his cock into her. She was, by no means, sure that she could take all of it, but she was sure she was going to take as much of it as she could. "Ohhhhh," Chris sighed, wiggling her ass a little harder, to encourage Joe.
Betsy, discovering that now that the pain had died, she liked being fucked in the ass, just lay under Terry and moaned: "More, harder, ohhhhh, Terry, fuck my ass good."
The boy began to plunge his cock into her tight ass with all the strength he could muster, driving his slick dick down into the softness of her ass until the room was filled with the sound of his belly slapping against the compact mounds of her buttocks. Betsy was kicking her feet against the rug and clawing at the skin of Terry's hips as he pounded away at her anal passage, driving his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Chris was enjoying having her ass fucked as much as Betsy, but Joe was taking her easier, gaining a little with each thrust of his hips, but saving his strength since he had more cock to plant in her bowels than Terry had in Betsy.
"UNNNNNHHHHHH!" Terry gasped, suddenly, arching his loins tighter to Betsy's ass.
"He's cummmmminnnnngggg," Betsy sighed, as she felt his hot sticky cum spraying into her asshole. He was shooting off as if he had had no sex for months and Betsy shuddered under him as she started cumming herself, much to her surprise.
Her cry was enough to start Joe's cock to jumping in Chris' ass and the older blonde moaned softly as she felt her bowels become flooded with hot jism. "Ohhhhhh," she and Joe sighed in unison.
Fifteen minutes later, when Terry and Betsy had showered and dressed, and the four of them were in Joe's car, pulling out of the driveway, Betsy wanted to know what time they'd be picked up the next day. "Oh, we won't see you tomorrow," Chris said.
"Why not?" Terry asked.
"We'll be in Carolina," she reminded him. "If we're going to adopt you two, we have to get married first," Then she turned and smiled at them. "I'll leave a key to the trailer on top of the right front wheel, so you can get in if you want to get together privately."
There was silence in the car after that, with Terry and Betsy thinking of the things they were going to do to each other the next afternoon and Chris, who was snuggled against Joe, wondering if there was any way things could get more perfect.
"Happy?" Joe whispered.
"Mmmmm, yes," she answered. "And you?"
"What more could a man ask for than two women like I've got?" he said in reply.
"Three?" Chris suggested.
"Oh, no, you're not going to kill me off with sex that easily," he said, laughing as he did so.
"Well, I guess Betsy and I'll have to work harder then," Chris said. "But we'll love our work, every hard inch of it."
"When?" Joe teased.
"As soon as we get home and you're ready," she promised. Both of them knew he'd be ready shortly after they walked in the door. He stepped on the gas, to make that sooner.
