The story of The Mouth encompasses a number of psychological and sexual oddities: the problem of repression, a case of incest, the bad effects of puritanical sex education and, above all, sexual relations between young boys and much older women. The average person may or may not approve the activities described in this book, but since it is the duty of everyone to be informed before making a judgment, Miss Norman presents the facts of the case and leaves the reader to his own decision.
The protagonist of the book, Harriet Harvey, is the victim of a bad childhood sexual experience; the book tells how this experience leads her into bizarre expressions of her needs, and how she eventually finds her way to normality. Harriet has many sexual hang-ups, as will become apparent to the reader, but the problem which threatens her with the most danger is her compulsive desire for oral sex with very young boys. The danger lies not in the relationships themselves-Harriet and her young partners are quite happy together, but in what society thinks.
The case is put very well in a recent issue of Sexual Behavior (April, 1972) magazine: "Any man in the United States who loves a woman one to twenty-five years older then himself, is said to be involved with an 'older woman.' The relationship between such an age-pair is typically viewed as doomed, or 'sick.' " The same issue tells of how the older woman-younger man relationship is nearly always portrayed with disapproval in fiction and films, and reviews the real life story of Gabrielle Russier, a thirty-two-year-old French schoolteacher who was recently hounded into suicide by society and the law for her affair with a seventeen-year-old boy. It all leads one to wonder why there is such an outraged and sometimes sadistic reaction to love between an older woman and a younger man.
Dr. Robert Seidenberg (author of the above quotation) offers the explanation that we have lived for centuries in a patriarchal society, that is, one in which men run things, and in which they allow themselves younger sexual partners but deny the same opportunity to women. In other words, we are simply not used to such relationships, it just isn't done by "nice" people, and the automatic human reaction to anything new or unusual is to reject it. We are all conservatives at heart, even if we struggle to overcome it. Things foreign to our cultural tradition, such as love between a middle-aged woman and a teenage boy, arouse our distrust and disapproval, if only at a subconscious level.
What other reason can there be, besides social conservatism, for condemning love between older women and younger men? Why is such love considered so terrible, when no one blinks at dating or marriage between a young woman and a man old enough to be her father? It would be nice if such absurd prejudices were abandoned, but unfortunately society doesn't change its rules overnight simply because the rules are proved wrong. People like Harriet Harvey will continue to suffer guilt and social persecution for doing what seems right and natural to them, for committing "crimes without victims." The Mouth is one example, then, of how unorthodox sexual behavior is severely handicapped in our seemingly modern but covertly Victorian society.
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CHAPTER ONE
The sour-faced librarian had her hair pulled back sharply in a bun, and her steely blue eyes narrowed as she guarded the reading room, ready to catch noisy patrons. No one would have guessed in a million years what was going through her mind. Harriet Harvey never changed her cold, watchful expression, but inside she felt ready to die of horniness, and she was deeply ashamed.
Why did that lewd memory keep coming back to her? It only filled her with disgust-her mind, that is. Her body was another matter. Miss Harvey struggled not to blush with humiliation as hot juices seeped steadily out of her needy vagina and her thin, small breasts grew stiff with arousal. Why did she have to remember?
It came back to her vividly, that night five years ago, the last time she'd had a man. Miss Harvey hadn't had many men in her forty-five years, and this encounter was like the others, bestial, furtive, and repulsive. She was walking home from the library, a foolish thing to do late at night in a big city, but her car wouldn't start and she didn't want to spend money on a taxi. She was hurrying down a dark residential street when a car pulled up beside her and a big man, badly in need of a shave and a bath, leaned out and leered at her.
"Want a ride, baby?" he called.
"No, thank you!" Miss Harvey snapped. She knew quite well what that sort of man was interested in! She walked away fast, but the car continued to move along beside her. She became very annoyed. She turned, eyed the driver, and spoke in a sharp, anxious voice.
"Leave me alone! Stop following me, or I'll call the police!"
The man laughed and sped away. Miss Harvey breathed a sigh of relief and began walking again. Her route took her past a dark alley, and it was there that the man was waiting. He grabbed her from behind and clapped a big callused hand over her mouth before she could make a sound.
"Listen, you old prune," he whispered hoarsely, "you make any noise or try to fight, and I'll carve you up!" The slight pressure of a knife against her back told Miss Harvey that he meant business. "I'm so horny, I'll even take you!"
Miss Harvey made a quick decision: though his very touch filled her with loathing, she would rather submit to his depraved lust than lose her life. It only made sense. But she was stiff and cold with fear as the big man pulled her into a nearby clump of bushes. He dropped her onto the ground and waved the silvery knife, towering over her.
"You get the idea, lady?" he growled.
Miss Harvey nodded, quivering with fright. The big man grunted, then reached for his belt buckle. She watched in horror as he let down his pants and shorts, easing them gingerly over an enormous, stiff, white penis. After one shocked glance at his immense looming rod and the bloated, shaggy balls wagging beneath it, she shuddered and closed her eyes. Men are such beasts, such vile beasts!
She gave a little cry as he began to pull down her underclothing, and he growled, "No noise, I told you!" After that she was quiet. She felt her girdle and stockings and panties brutally ripped away, then his rough, hot hands seizing her buttocks and lifting her pelvis up off the damp ground. She clenched her teeth and waited, hearing nothing but his heavy, excited breathing, and then suddenly she groaned deep in her throat as she felt his savagely hard cock stabbing blindly between her legs, seeking entrance into her body. She struggled against nausea, against the urge to scream.
Then Miss Harvey gave another choked moan as the big man's fat, spearing prick found its goal, tearing up her constricted cunt like a burning needle, stretching and ripping past all resistance to ram the mouth of her womb. She felt his coarse-haired balls bouncing obscenely against her inner thighs.
"Jesus, you're dry!" he muttered angrily. "Why don't you relax and enjoy it, lady? It'd be better for both of us."
Harriet Harvey felt an insane urge to laugh. Enjoy it? Enjoy this lewd, animal rutting? Enjoy the filthy pleasures of sex? It was all she could do to keep from vomiting. She sighed hopelessly and turned her face as far away from him as she could.
"Okay, lady," he snarled, "have it your way! I hope it makes you happy!"
He gripped her ass even harder and began to saw away with his painfully stiff, thick cock, doing it very fast, as if he, too, were anxious to get the whole thing over with. Harriet Harvey blanked her mind, managed to shut out the worst of the pain, though she could not help but be aware of her situation-sprawled on the ground like a harlot, her legs open to a brutal, filthy-minded stranger who grunted and snorted with pleasure as he fucked her. Perhaps it would have been better, after all, to die than to endure this humiliation, a woman's ultimate humiliation.
What Miss Harvey's dry, unwilling vagina could not provide, the man's aroused, eager cock did, lubricating juices that eased and greased his powerful rape of her tight cunt. There was no pain now, she realized, only the steady stuffing and unstuffing of her narrow vagina and the insistent, teasing tugging of her labia and clitoris. She felt an odd sensation, a kind of mischievous tickle, between her legs, and without her consent her vagina began to squirt out its cream, making the man's passage even slicker and more pleasurable. She found herself beginning to move her hips slightly, in time with his thick thrusts, to get more friction against her pulpy, stiffening vulva. Her body began to relax, surrender.
"That's right, lady!" the big man chuckled. "Give in to it, dig it! It's good, isn't it?"
Harriet Harvey gasped and stiffened. His words made her realize the trick her body was playing on her, the way she was beginning to enjoy his crude, vile probing in her belly. My God, she thought, what's the matter with me? How could I even dream of finding pleasure in a thing like this?
She snarled at him, turned her face away again, and went cold and still as a corpse beneath him.
"You poor old spinster," he whispered icily, "you poor, dried up old maid! You've forgotten how to live-if you ever knew!"
He said no more after that. He only began to ball her faster, harder, and more determinedly than ever, as if he were disgusted with the whole scene and wanted to end it as quickly as possible. In a few seconds he groaned deeply and flooded her cunt with hot sticky cum. She felt it exploding deep in her cunt, jet after jet, till it overflowed her narrow, resisting tunnel and squished out to pool beneath her thighs. The man rotated and jerked his hips a few more times in his final spasms, then abruptly pulled his cummy cock out of her, dressed, and fled. She heard his car start up, then move slowly away, somewhere back in the alley.
Miss Harvey lay on the damp ground, not even bothering to pull down her skirt over her naked loins, and cried quietly. She didn't cry because of the humiliating rape or the painful burning of her torn vagina. She cried because of what she felt, still felt, in the swollen, tingling tissues between her legs. It was lust, unmistakable and insistent sexual desire, that left her twitching and hungry for release....
Now, five years later, the memory of that night still had the power to inflame her body with desire, even though her mind fought against it. As she stood behind the check out counter of the library, Harriet Harvey felt the crotch of her panties grow wet and hot, and she was filled with anger and shame for her helplessness. Her parents had been right: sex was a curse on the human race!
Abruptly Miss Harvey's attention was distracted from her problem. She stiffened with alertness as she saw two young boys enter the reading room, one blonde and one dark. Although the boys came in quietly enough, walking slowly and respectfully toward the card catalog, years of experience told Miss Harvey that they somehow had mischief on their minds. Miss Harvey was very skilled at detecting and preventing things like that. She pretended to shuffle through some cards at the counter, her sour face bent to her work, but all the while her cautious blue eyes were following the boys with suspicion.
The two boys didn't notice the librarian's scrutiny. They reached the card catalog, and the dark one pulled out one of the small drawers and began going through the cards carefully. He stopped at one of them, studied it, then whispered something to his friend. He shut the drawer, and the two boys scurried off into the stacks of books.
Miss Harvey was right behind them, slipping silently between the tall shelves of books on her crepe-soled shoes, undetected by the boys. She was fairly certain that she knew where they were going, and she was right. In a distant corner of the stacks was the section where all the books on sex and anatomy were kept, and she saw the two boys turn in there. In a moment she heard furtive but excited whispering.
Miss Harvey sighed. She was well aware of the policy of Mr. Grimsby, head of the city library, that the patrons were not to be disturbed in their use of the books so long as they were quiet and damaged nothing. But Miss Harvey had policies of her own. She did not approve of young children being exposed to books about sex, even scientific books, and she felt it was her duty to keep them away from such books, no matter what Mr. Grimsby said. It was never a pleasant task, but she felt it was the right thing to do. The two boys would have to be stopped.
Miss Harvey slipped soundlessly behind the next shelf of books, only a few feet away from the boys, and peeked through a space in the stacks. Yes, she'd been absolutely right! The boys had found the sex section and were pawing through the books eagerly, as if they'd discovered a gold mine. They glanced through some of the books but seemed to be hunting for one in particular.
The dark-haired boy seized a large, heavy book bound in black leather. "Here it is!" he whispered excitedly to his friend. "Jimmy said page three hundred, didn't he?"
"Yeah," gulped the blonde boy. He watched tensely as his friend fumbled through the big book, and at last the pages fell open to a full page, brightly colored, life-size drawing of the adult penis.
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed the dark boy.
"Oh, man!" breathed his friend. "Will you look at the size of that! Jimmy was right!"
They stared bug-eyed at the drawing for long, silent minutes, as if simultaneously impressed and saddened by what they saw. At last the dark boy sat down on the concrete floor, laying the book in front of him with its bright illustration, and the blonde sat down, too.
"So," the blonde said timidly, "how much do you figure we have to grow?"
"To get like that? Man, it'd take years! I mean, look!" The dark boy glanced around quickly to see if anyone was near-failing to see Miss Harvey's sharp, angry eyes peering between the neighboring books-and then nervously unzipped his fly and drew out his small, limp, white prick. He glanced from his own organ to the huge phallus of the anatomy book illustration. "You see what I mean?" he asked gloomily. His small, soft penis indeed seemed dwarfed by the one in the picture.
The blonde quickly unzipped his fly, too, and took out his prick for comparison. The result was the same. His boyish cock was no bigger than his friend's, puny and insignificant next to the adult monster of the colored diagram. "Jeeze," he muttered, "imagine having a tool like that! It'd stick out a mile!" He sighed and absent-mindedly stroked his little cock. "Say!" he exclaimed suddenly. "I bet ours wouldn't be so small, next to that one, if we got 'em stiff! Let's try it!"
His friend smiled doubtfully but replied, "Aw, it won't make any difference, but we might as well find out."
The two boys pumped away industriously at their small pricks, white fists flying, as they sat before the book. Behind the adjoining shelf, Miss Harriet Harvey turned completely scarlet with outrage and dug her sharp nails into her palms. Of all the nerve! Playing with themselves right in the city library! She'd soon put a stop to that! Miss Harvey took one silent step, intending to come around the end of the shelf and catch the boys in the act, but something stopped her dead in her tracks and made her stare again through her peephole between the books.
When she'd first seen the two boys open the book to that grotesque picture, then take out their own organs for comparison, Miss Harvey's reactions had been quite normal-for her. She'd experienced shock, disgust, and anger. There seemed to be no place, no person, safe from the evil influence of sex! But though she was only a one-woman crusade against a world full of filth, she was still determined to carry out her duty, to surprise and lecture the boys on their nastiness. But now, suddenly, she felt different. She felt hypnotized, mysteriously drawn, by the sight of their naked young pricks. She stood there and watched, breathing very slowly.
Miss Harvey could not recall ever having seen a small boy's penis before, and certainly never so lewdly displayed. Yet she was surprised to find nothing distasteful about it. In contrast to the adult male organ-brutish, ugly, livid, and fringed with coarse hair-the cocks of the two young boys were almost babyishly nude and pretty, pink and innocent, harmless instead of menacing. Their pricks were about equal in size, perhaps three inches long, and thin but healthy in their gradual stiffening. The skin was pure white, very smooth in appearance, delicately veined with tiny blue lines. Neither boy was circumcised, and at the tip of their pricks Miss Harvey saw only a little point of wrinkled white skin, not the sticky, purplish bulb of the adult which had so much repelled her in the past. The two boys continued to pump their cocks with their fists, and at last the little organs achieved the semblance of an erection, sticking straight out and wagging slightly.
Miss Harvey licked her lips. Her eyes weren't cold any longer, they were a little feverish, and they were fixed unblinkingly on the two hard little cocks only a few feet away. She felt a powerful desire to touch them, to slide her fingers gently along the narrow little shafts, and test their hardness and simultaneous softness. She had never touched a penis before, not in her memory, but she sensed already how it would feel, how pleasant it would be to fondle those pure, boyish rods. Her whole body flushed warmly, and her cunt suddenly shot out a burning flood of juices that soaked the crotch of her panties and trickled down her legs.
The wet, burning sensation alerted her to what was happening. Again she had been caught, deceived by her body into sensations of sexual lust! She was furious with herself, above all with her treacherous female parts which refused to obey her moral principles. She drew herself up stiffly and prepared to march on the offending boys, when suddenly the dark one spoke.
"Makes you feel funny, doesn't it?" he asked his friend. "I mean, rubbing it stiff like that."
"Yeah," the blonde answered. "I saw some older guys doing it once, a whole bunch of 'em, sitting in somebody's back yard, and after a while they all shot some white stuff out of their cocks. They called it 'jerking off.' "
"Weird," said the dark boy. "That never happened to me."
"Me, either. But it doesn't seem to have done us much good, anyhow. Look."
He bent down and held his stiff little prick next to the illustration. The penis pictured there was still about twice as long and thick as his. The dark boy tried it, too, with the same disappointing result. They both sighed.
"I don't think I'll ever grow a cock that big," the blonde said sadly, "not even if I live to be fifty."
"You and me both," sighed his friend.
Miss Harvey still watched, her body twitching in a fierce contest of emotions. Part of her was filled with moral outrage and urged her to advance upon the boys and end their lascivious game. But another part of her was held, even yet, by the sight of their immature but handsome pricks, still stiff and wagging in the air with innocent grace. Get a hold of yourself, she thought desperately. For God's sake, control yourself!
She forced herself to tear her glance away from the exposed pricks of the two boys. Then she threw back her thin shoulders, set her prim face into a grim mask of disapproval, and marched swiftly around the end of the book shelf, into the aisle where the boys were sitting. They heard her coming, slammed the book shut, and frantically began stuffing their small cocks back into their pants. But she was too fast for them. They were still guiltily clutching their pricks and fumbling with their zippers when Miss Harvey rounded the corner glaring at them, her bony hands balled into fists of rage.
"I saw you!" she hissed, her narrow face contorted now with outrage. "I saw you looking in that filthy book and playing with yourselves! For shame, for shame!"
"Oh, golly, ma'am," the dark boy stuttered, finding his voice at last. "We're sorry! Well never do it again! Please don't tell on us!"
The boys seemed ready to cry with fear, and Miss Harvey felt a stab of pity for them, although her face remained set in cold fury. After all, it was hard for people to resist the lures of the Devil, hard even for adults, let alone mere children.
"'very well," she snapped, "I'll let you go this time. But if I ever see you doing such a terrible, nasty thing again, there'll be a full report!"
"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" blurted the dark-haired boy. He and his friend finished zipping up, quickly and clumsily, then scurried away as if they were being chased by tigers. Harriet Harvey sighed deeply and stooped down to pick up the heavy anatomy book they'd left lying on the floor. As she returned it to its proper place on the shelf, she glanced at the titles of the adjoining books and compressed her thin lips with disgust. Sex, sex, sex! A whole shelf of books devoted to nothing else! She'd told Mr. Grimsby her opinion long ago, that such books had no place in a public library, but he was one of those liberal types and had only smiled at her.
Harriet Harvey turned away from the books and stood for a moment to recover her poise before returning to her place at the check out counter. She closed her eyes, and instantly the evil vision sprang before her, a vision of two little white pricks wagging merrily, stiffly, in time to the motion of small, pumping hands. Even while rejecting the vision, she saw the small hands replaced by her own long, bony fingers, saw herself exploring and caressing the silky pale shafts, feeling the warm throb of living flesh beneath her eager touch. It might be almost like petting a small, mischievous animal, a creature gentle and inviting to the hands. She wondered what lay beneath the small, wrinkled foreskin, and she imagined herself easing it back to explore its secrets....
Swaying with the lascivious vision of herself petting and playing with boyish cocks, Harriet Harvey felt her flat breasts puff up suddenly with arousal, their nipples tingling erect, and she gasped softly as her cunt gave a long, slow contraction and leaked another flood of vaginal juices to burn and tickle down her legs. Her knees felt rubbery, and she had to clutch the bookshelf to keep from losing her balance. She felt ready to weep with shame at her own unbearable horniness, the way she'd been aroused to heart-pounding lust at the mere sight of the two boys' little cocks.
But she knew this feeling all too well. It hadn't happened to her very often in her forty-five years, but when it did, it always overpowered her, leaving her no choice but to give in, get it over with. The feeling was an irresistible need for sexual release.
Almost sobbing aloud with frustration and shame, feeling like the helpless slave of her immoral body, Harriet Harvey went quickly but silently to the ladies' room, locked herself in a booth, and leaned against the wall. She listened: thank God, there was no one else in the room! With cold, trembling fingers, she raised her skirt and slip, thrust her hand down inside her panties, and touched the small, sparse patch of her pussy fur. Sinking back against the wall with a resigned sigh, she spread her thin legs slightly, then explored with the tip of one finger until she found the slick, puffed lips, concealed by her little bush, that covered her clitoris. She pushed her finger a little farther between the fleshy folds, then groaned aloud as she nudged the fat, trembling bud. One touch was enough to make her shiver all over with sensual pleasure, to make her steadily contracting cunt gush out another river of cream, wetting and warming her probing hand.
She held her breath and gently palpitated her plump clit with her fingertip, and the joyful shock of sensation was so great that she instantly expelled her breath again in an uninhibited groan. She began circling the juicy little bump very rapidly, more and more roughly, and as she did so, she started to pant hoarsely, and her thin lips curled back over her teeth in a snarl of sensual delight. Her cunt continued to pour its seemingly inexhaustible juices, and the pulpy red folds of her labia swelled and throbbed with arousal. Her whole thin, sallow body slowly suffused with the scarlet flush of sexual excitement, and in a matter of moments, thanks to the busy working of her finger on the sensitive nub of her clit, Harriet Harvey was oblivious to the outside world, knowing nothing but her swift, jolting ascension toward orgasm.
Bright colored lights swirled before her tightly closed eyes as she continued her frantic self-stimulation, then gave way to visions of her sexual past, experiences which, though they repelled her at the time, now had the power to excite her with their very filthiness, their aura of the forbidden. She lived again the loss of her virginity to the bearish, groping college student who had promised to marry her, remembered the shattering pain, his premature climax, the way he'd avoided her afterward. She saw her second man, the one she'd unaccountably given herself to at the age of thirty, a foreign-looking little man with a mustache who'd given her a ride and then taken her in the back seat of his car, a quick, lewd fucking; she heard him laughing again, afterward, at her naive questions about when they would meet again, whether he loved her. And her only other man, the rapist of five years ago, appeared again, panting and hulking over her in the darkness. All of it had been vile, dirty, unsatisfying! All that so-called "normal" sex had been tame and ugly compared to what she was feeling now, her skillful finger circling and nudging her fat, swollen clit to send jolts of pleasure through her body, flashes of sensation so strong that she nearly fainted. Can anything ever be as good as this?
As if in answer to her silent question, she saw again the two young boys sitting on the library floor and innocently pumping away at their cocks. She saw the white, flapping little organs slowly grow stiff and jaunty, felt again the wild urge to touch and fondle those sweet small pricks. Yes, that might be better, that might be what she needed, but how would she ever know? A wild vision came to her: she saw the two boys approaching her, stiff little cocks poking naughtily from their jeans, boyish cocks for her to play with, fondle, suck, and take into her eager, starved body. Dizzily, swiftly, she remembered the dimensions of those immature pricks. Each was about the size of her own middle finger. What would it be like? Miss Harvey made a gurgling sound deep in her throat, then hastily pulled down her soaked panties, spread her thin legs wider, her breath coming fast and raggedly.
Then she thrust her thin middle finger into the narrow, little-used mouth of her cunt. The effect was blinding, breath-taking. She grunted like a rutting animal, began jabbing her finger rapidly in and out of her flooded but tight vagina, imagining that she was holding one of those naughty little boys, that he was fucking her, fucking her ... The very thought was enough. She shrieked, pumped her thin hips furiously to grind her raging cunt along the probing shaft of her finger, the make-believe little boy cock, and she came in a dazzling flash of light, in a series of groaning, gasping convulsions that shook her whole body.
"Uh, Uh, UHHHH!" grunted the thin librarian, not caring now who heard or saw her unspeakably lewd performance. But there was no one there to watch as Miss Harriet Harvey, sweating and twitching, fingered herself abandonedly through the very last wave of orgasm, then slowly withdrew her dripping finger from her gasping cunt and sank to the floor with a sigh of satisfaction.
CHAPTER TWO
Hours had passed, Miss Harvey had returned to her post at the check out desk slightly flushed but otherwise the same sour-faced spinster as before, and she had managed to get through the rest of the day, though inwardly she seethed with guilt and shame for her obscene secret performance in the ladies' room. Now it was evening and she was home, stepping from the shower.
She forced herself to look at her naked body in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. For a middle-aged woman, she had fairly firm, healthy skin, but that was about all she could detect in her favor. She had the traditional build of the old maid, a thin, flat body, almost devoid of feminine curves. Her legs and arms were spare, her hips boyish, and her breasts were very small and flat, though not sagging. Her face completed the picture of the dried-up spinster: a small, thin mouth, a straight, narrow nose, and longish blue eyes that might have been pretty once, long ago, but had been molded by years of puritanical crusading into slits of malice and distrust. Her brown hair, streaked with silver, was pulled back into a severe, tight bun.
Miss Harvey had never been dissatisfied with her appearance before, because it seemed to reflect her true self, a woman who did not believe in using her body to attract men or provoke sexual thoughts. Although she had given herself three times to men during her adult life, she had experienced no pleasure from it, and she did not understand how other women enjoyed the animalistic and vulgar rituals of sex. She felt nothing but repugnance for adult males. Why, then, had she been so powerfully aroused today by those two little boys? Did her skinny, prudish body really reflect the woman inside, after all?
Miss Harvey felt utterly confused about the whole experience. She didn't understand why she had been overpowered by lust at the sight of young pricks, why she had been driven to masturbate to relieve her nagging desire. She only knew it had happened, and that she was deeply ashamed of herself.
Now she resolved to bury the memory and carry on as before. Everyone was tempted and dragged down into sin at some time in their lives, and she was no exception. She would simply have to live with it. She stalked stiffly from the bathroom, into her prim, neat bedroom, and took her bathrobe from the closet. Just then she heard the front door open and close, and a male voice called. "Harriet, I'm home!"
"Hello, Bruce!" she answered. "I'm in the bedroom!"
Harriet was glad to hear her brother's voice. He would take her mind off the disturbing events of the day. She smiled, seeing him vividly before he even entered the room; after all, they'd lived together for more than twenty years now. She knew he was not handsome, but she thought of him fondly, nevertheless: Fifty, a life-long bachelor who taught math in high school, a thin, sallow, prim-looking man who greatly resembled Harriet herself, except that he was getting a small paunch and his brown hair was thin and receding. Bruce Harvey was his sister's closest friend, indeed, almost her only friend.
She heard him walking down the hall, and she quickly slipped into her bathrobe-she'd almost forgotten she was naked. She was just tying the belt of her robe when Bruce leaned in the doorway and smiled at her.
"Hello, little sister. How did it go today?"
Harriet blushed slightly, remembering how it had gone, but managed to reply calmly, "Oh, the usual things-I caught a man smoking his pipe in the stacks, chased two kids out of the sex collection."
Bruce laughed. "Good old Harriet, the last bastion of decency! Well, keep up the good work. I'm going to change before dinner." He looked at her fondly, rather tenderly, before he disappeared, and something in his look made Harriet stop still and nearly gasp aloud. She was getting a sudden, vivid memory, a recollection of the distant past that made her heart pound with shock. She would never know just how Bruce's look had triggered that memory, but there it was: she clearly saw herself at the age of seven licking her brother's penis.
Harriet's brain reeled, and she had to go sit on the bed and catch her breath. Every nerve of her body said No!, rejecting the memory she'd just had, and yet she knew without any doubt that it was true. That quick vision of the past triggered others in turn, and it all came flooding back after a burial of nearly forty years. Yes, it was true, it had just been too awful to think about until, somehow, today it had all come back to her. She was seven and Bruce was twelve and though she still couldn't remember how it all started, she knew that they had gotten into the habit of playing with each other's genitals, innocently and very happily, until the terrible day when they were caught in the act by their parents.
Harriet shuddered as she recalled that time. Her parents hadn't married until they were in their thirties, and so they were older and more old-fashioned than the other kids' parents. Both Mr. and Mrs. Harvey had been stern, silent, cold people, members of an obscure religious sect which preached that the body was utterly vile and corrupt, and that bodily pleasure was therefore wrong. Much later, when Harriet was a young woman, her mother confessed to her that she had slept with her husband only for two short periods during their marriage, in order to beget children, and that sex for any other purpose was wrong and disgusting.
But when Harriet and Bruce were still children, their parents told them absolutely nothing about sex except falsehoods, and very few of those. They were told that babies were "sent by God," from which they developed the notion that infants arrived in brown paper packages via the postman. They were told that kissing and fondling and touching between people was evil. That was all. Except for obscure, inaccurate, and sniggering bits of information from other children, Harriet and Bruce had no idea of how reproduction happened and did not even know what their own genitals were for. But one day, somehow, they found that all those secret parts could be put to very pleasant use.
Now Harriet flushed warmly as she remembered that brief sexual paradise she had enjoyed with her brother. A certain day came back to her, a warm blue day in summer, when she and Bruce had hiked into the woods behind their parents' farm. They came to a little lake and lay down on the warm grass of the shore. For a while they only lay on their backs and looked at the bright sky, making pictures out of the few drifting clouds. Then Bruce began trailing his fingers over his little sister's soft cheeks, delighting in the silky texture of her young skin. Harriet enjoyed his touch, and presently she began to kiss him affectionately on the nose and cheeks and mouth". This seemed to excite Bruce. He began to breathe rather fast and fondle, other parts of her body through her clothing. At last he said, "Let's take off our clothes, Harriet, and see-how girls are different from boys."
"All right!" chirped Harriet. The idea seemed perfectly good and natural to her, and she was very curious to know how her brother's body differed from her own. She was vaguely aware that the two sexes were somehow not alike, but she wasn't exactly sure how.
The two children quickly removed their clothing and stood looking at each other with no self-consciousness at all, no modesty or embarrassment, only with delighted and wondering discovery. Except for their genitals and the length of their hair, they were not, in fact, much different, both possessing the same slim, healthy, flat kind of body. Bruce was perhaps a little broader, proportionally, in the shoulders and a little slimmer in the hips, that was all. But it was not their similarities that fascinated the brother and sister, it was their remarkable differences.
Bruce gazed at his sister and saw that she had no penis or testicles, but, instead, a funny-looking, plump little mound divided down the middle, rather like an apricot. It looked soft and pouting, like it would be fun to play with and explore. He wondered very much how she managed to urinate and what else was between her legs.
Harriet studied her brother with amazement and admiration. He had all kinds of strange things that she didn't have! She was fascinated by the long, limp finger of white flesh that hung from his lower belly, ending in a pointed, wrinkled tip, and wondered what it was for. Equally fascinating were the small, rosy, plumply wrinkled pair of ball-like organs behind the finger-thing, and equally mysterious in their function. She wanted to touch all those strange parts and find out how they felt, what they did.
In silent, mutual agreement, the young brother and sister walked toward each other until they were close enough to touch. Bruce eagerly felt his sister's plump hairless mons and found it incredibly soft and warm. He stroked it wonderingly and saw Harriet's eyes go soft and sensual, as if she deeply enjoyed what he was doing. Harriet timidly touched her brother's limp cock and almost giggled at the way it nuzzled teasingly in her small hand. It was warm, too, very soft and pleasant to touch. She let it flop, reached for his balls with both curious hands, and tested their weight and texture. They were limp, too, but hotter, and seemed to have some firm inner core. As she palpitated and tested his balls, Bruce drew in his breath sharply, felt a strange new tingling between his legs, a sensation sweeter and more exciting than he had ever known.
"Harriet," he breathed eagerly, "Let's lie down in the grass. Then we can touch each other better."
"Okay, Bruce," she said. The little girl was thinking what fun it all was, and how much more fun they were going to have.
The two children lay down beside each other in the carpet of thick grass, and for a while they experimented with positions, trying to find a way in which they could explore and touch each other easily.
Nothing seemed to work very well, and finally Bruce said, "I'll look at you first, Harriet, and then you can look at me. Get on your back and spread your legs."
The little girl obeyed without question, stretching out on her back in the soothing warmth of the grass and spreading her legs widely for her brother's inspection. Bruce hurriedly knelt between her out-flung legs, dying to know all her secrets. He looked and could hardly believe his eyes. Standing up, her parts had looked so simple and uncomplicated, but now he saw that between her legs there was a veritable maze of pink flesh, little ridges and valleys and holes far more complex than his own equipment. What in the world was it all for?
First he touched again the pouted lips of her mons, spread them, and saw a pretty, red, glistening bump of naked flesh, a strange little organ whose function he could not guess at. He touched it wonderingly with the tip of his finger, and his sister squeaked, then sighed.
"What is it, Harriet?" he asked quickly. "Did I hurt you?"
"No!" she said, rather amazed. "It felt good! It just surprised me, that's all. But you can touch it if you want. I like it."
Bruce rubbed the small red bump with his finger, and Harriet groaned slightly and felt the urge to arch her back and rub her clit against his pressure. It was so pleasant, what he was doing with his finger!
CHAPTER THREE
"What's this thing for, Harriet?" Bruce asked.
"I don't know," she answered breathlessly. "I didn't even know I had it!"
They both laughed, and then Bruce moved his exploring finger carefully downward between her legs, parting the light pink lips of her vulva and peeking inside. He saw concentric circles of red, bright flesh, and in the center of this strange formation, a very tiny dark hole. He rubbed it gently with his fingertip. Harriet squeaked again and giggled.
"Do you know what this one's for?" he asked, smiling down at her flushed face.
"Yes," she tittered, "that's my pee-pee hole, and when you touch it like that, I feel like I have to go right now!"
"Oh, do it, Harriet!" Bruce exclaimed eagerly. "I want to see how you do it! I don't understand how girls do it."
"What do you mean?" she asked. "You just go, that's all. How do boys do it?"
"With this. With their peters." He stood up and grasped his cock to show her. "I don't see how you can do it without a peter. Will you show me, please? Just a little?"
"Oh, all right!" she answered teasingly. She got up, marched a few feet away from where they had been lying, and squatted. "Come on," she called to her brother, "here I go."
Bruce hurried over to the squatting girl, sat beside her, and watched a small stream of urine come from between her legs. He still didn't believe it, and he was glad he wasn't a girl. She couldn't point it or anything. All she had was that little hole, poor kid!
"Okay," said Harriet, standing up again. "Show me how boys do it."
Bruce obliged as best he could. He didn't really have to pee very much, but he wanted her to know what she was missing. He stood up, thrust his hips forward manfully, took his cock in one hand, and managed a few spurts. He wished he had a long, steady stream to show her-this was not very impressive.
Nevertheless, Harriet seemed very much awed and admiring. "Golly!" she exclaimed. "I wish I had one of those! That's really neat!"
Bruce felt sorry for her and hoped she didn't feel too badly about it. He put his arm around her and led her back to their grassy nest. "Come on," he said soothingly, "Let's do some more looking. I'll finish with you, and then you can look at me."
Harriet obediently lay down and spread her legs again, and Bruce resumed his fascinated exploration. After the pee hole came some pink folds of flesh with nothing underneath them, and then a steep little indentation at her very center that bottomed in a slit-like opening. Bruce gently eased open the tiny flaps and saw a dark hole.
He worked his finger into it, but when he had gotten it in only about a quarter of an inch, Harriet jerked beneath him and cried out, "Don't, Bruce, that hurts!"
Bruce took his finger out quickly. "Golly, I'm sorry! I didn't know it would hurt you! What's that hole, anyway?"
"I don't know," laughed Harriet suddenly. "I didn't know I had that, either! It's kind of hard to see yourself down there."
Bruce laughed too, but felt puzzled. How could she have all those things and not even be aware of them? He shrugged and moved his hand downward. There was a flat, soft space, then, farthest down between her legs, a small puckered opening, very much like one he had. He rubbed it with his fingertip, liking the nubby texture. Then he spread his sister's legs wider so he could get a look at the thing. It was a small pink shallow valley in the crease of her buttocks, looking very new and pure.
"I bet you know what this is for." He laughed, rubbing the puckered anal mouth again.
"Yes." Harriet giggled. "But now it's my turn to look at you, Bruce! Lie down and spread your legs!"
Bruce laughed again and obeyed. He felt a strange sort of excitement as his sister knelt between his legs and bent to scrutinize his genitals. He felt her warm, soft breath on his belly and prick and balls, and a tingling sensation rippled through his body. He knew somehow that it was going to be thoroughly pleasant to have her touch and explore him.
Harriet just looked for a while, completely amazed at how much she hadn't known about boys. She knew that they acted tougher, played harder, and used more naughty words than girls did, and that they grew up to be fathers and to make money and take care of mothers and children. But she'd had no idea that a special, wonderful set of equipment went with the job.
Spreading Bruce's legs a little wider, Harriet saw that the back half of him was just like hers, first the flat space, then the pink, puckered anus. All the difference lay in front. His parts were very large and simple compared to her own, yet they seemed as odd and mysterious to her as a creature from another planet. She didn't know which fascinated her more, the funny long white thing or the two plump red balls, but she decided to start with what was closest.
Bruce felt his sister's soft, soothing, warm hand close over his limp cock, and it felt very good. He sighed, closed his eyes, and gave himself up to her delightful exploration. He felt her pump the little organ tentatively, gingerly, and then she began to finger it, discovering its incredible softness, the tickling way it throbbed in her hand. She circled the firm base with her fingertip, noted the way the little organ was rooted to his lower belly, jutting out like a boneless appendage. Of course the funny thing made more sense now that she knew it was used to pee with, but she wondered why she didn't have one, too. Could it be used for something else as well? Bruce hadn't seemed to think so.
She slowly moved her exploring hand up the flaccid shaft of his prick, wondering at the way the skin slipped and slid, as if it were loosely covering some hard inner core. She reached the pale wrinkled foreskin and began to tease it back and forth with her fingers. It seemed to cover something solid and bulbous. Bruce sighed and stiffened a little beneath her but didn't open his eyes.
"Oh!" Harriet exclaimed. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," he said softly, "it feels good. Just don't do it too hard, okay?"
"Okay. I just wondered if there's anything underneath this wrinkled part."
"Pull it back and find out," Bruce answered, opening his eyes briefly and grinning at her. "Just go easy, that's all."
He lay back again and closed his eyes, eager for her to continue. He'd absently played with his cock now and then, and enjoyed it, but it wasn't half as nice as his sister's gentle, slow, soft touch. The tingling sensation went through him again as she began to ease back the foreskin of his cock, and he felt the faint summer breeze teasing the steadily exposed, sensitive flesh of his glans. She moved the prepuce back ever so slowly, until at last the whole hidden tip of his cock was exposed.
Harriet held the retracted foreskin gently between two fingers and gazed in wonder at what she had found. She thought she'd never seen anything so bright and pretty as the glistening purplish-red nut before her with its shallow cleft and tiny dark hole. It reminded her a little of a wet, red cherry, except for its perfectly round opening. Hesitantly she applied a fingertip to it, but drew back quickly as Bruce flinched and gasped.
"No," he muttered, "that's okay, Harriet, you can touch it! It felt so good, it just surprised me, that's all. But be gentle."
Harriet licked her lips in concentration, wanting very much to finger his gleaming red cockhead again but feared to hurt him. With a feathery touch, she laid her finger on the sticky flesh, pressed gently, and heard her brother sigh.
"That's nice, Harriet," he whispered. "You could circle it very slowly, that would feel good."
The small girl obeyed, liking the slick, slippery feeling, and Bruce smiled blissfully as radiating pleasure spread from his sensitive glans, down the trembling shaft of his cock, and up through his loins, feeling a little like butterflies in the stomach but much nicer. The girl's finger circled a few more times, then stopped.
Harriet gazed fixedly at the enticing glans of her brother's penis, suddenly possessed with an odd desire. She didn't know why, but she found herself wanting to put her tongue to it, to taste and lick it. Well, it was a funny thing to want to do, but she could see no harm in it. She bent down close to the little red glans, stuck out her small, pointed tongue, and licked mischievously all around in a circle over the slick flesh.
When she did that, a remarkable thing happened, something that startled and amazed both Bruce and Harriet. First Bruce gasped with the astounding pleasure of having his cockhead licked, felt a buzz of pleasure ripple through his prick, and then suddenly the whole organ twitched, jerked, and got rock-hard and stiff! He couldn't understand how it had happened. It was that way every morning, when he had to urinate badly, and a few times it had stiffened up a little when he played with it, but it had never been like this, so fat and engorged that it almost ached. He felt a strange new urge to jerk his hips and rub his cock against something.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, raising himself on his elbows to look at it. The small white organ was standing straight up and trembling slightly, and faint blue veins appeared beneath the milky skin.
"Golly," squeaked Harriet, "it grew! How could it grow so fast? What did I do to it?"
"I don't know," Bruce answered, dumbfounded.
"It never acted like this before! And my balls' feel funny, too!"
Harriet had never heard the word "balls" used in that particular way before, but she readily understood what her brother meant. She looked down and saw that the twin round appendages had stiffened and plumped and now appeared larger than before.
"Yes," she said wonderingly, "they got bigger, too, like they filled up with something."
She cupped his balls in her warm hands and squeezed them very gently, and her brother sighed. "Oh, that's nice, Harriet! Squeeze them a little more, but not hard."
She obeyed, massaging the fat little globes tenderly, noting how they resembled a walnut shell in their tight wrinkled surface, but not in their naked pink softness, not in the radiating heat of their living flesh. Impulsively she threw herself down on her belly, nosed between Bruce's out-flung legs, and began to lick his hairless, sweet-tasting testicles like a kitten lapping milk. Bruce groaned happily, and she felt his balls grow even fatter and tighter as she flicked and lashed them with her hot, slick tongue.
Bruce didn't understand the crazy, wild sensations that were wracking his young body as his sister licked and tongued his swelling balls, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was enjoy it. But his cock cried for attention, too, even more than his tingling balls. He didn't understand it at all, but somehow his newly hardened prick wanted to nose into something soft and clinging, to bury itself there.
"Harriet," he gasped, "Lick my peter again, please!"
Harriet was delighted to do anything her older brother wanted, because she loved him and liked to please him. Instantly she got on her knees again, seized his stiff-standing little cock between her warm palms, and flicked out her saucy red tongue to lick the tip as she had done before. The prepuce had worked its way back a little now, but part of the juicy red head was still uncovered, and Harriet applied her stiff tongue tip there. She licked stiffly and rapidly all around the head of her brother's cock, and the boy groaned gratefully and smiled up at her, his eyes wide and blue and hot like her own. After meeting his glance, she looked down again at her work and found herself fascinated by the tiny dark hole at the very tip of his penis. She worked the tip of her tongue into the small opening, and it tasted mildly salty. She liked the taste and began probing the little hole with her tongue tip to get more of his juices.
"Uh, uh, UH!" grunted Bruce. He'd never felt anything like this in his young life, the way all his attention and feeling was concentrated on one small part of his body, his extremely sensitive, acutely aroused cock. He obeyed the instinctive urge to arch his back and jerk his hips, feeding his eager cock to his little sister, poking and thrusting it at her as she happily licked up all his essence. It was great, unbelievably good, the way it all felt, and yet he knew somehow that there were even greater sensations to be had, if he could only figure out how. Then something occurred to him, a wild but delicious idea.
"Harriet," he gasped, "take my peter in your mouth and suck on it!"
That sounded amusing to Harriet, so she opened her small mouth, took Bruce's fiery stripped-back cockhead between her soft lips, and slowly sucked it inside like a noodle. It tickled the roof of her mouth, and she gave a smothered giggle, but continued her sweet suction until the whole stiff little rod was inside, hotly squeezed between her tongue and palate. She was very careful not to use her teeth, for she knew now that Bruce's strange organ, which he called his "peter," was very tender. She lashed and bathed his hard shaft with her tongue and found more of the salty taste she had enjoyed before. That was enough to make up for the tickling, and she began to obey her brother's wishes, sucking his fat little cock slowly in and out of her mouth. It made a juicy, squishy sound that caused Harriet to give another stifled giggle. But it was fun, too. She liked the sucking, getting from it the same forgotten pleasure she'd had long ago as an infant at the bottle, and she liked the pleasant taste of his young male fluids. Above all, she like making her brother so happy.
Bruce wallowed ecstatically in the grass as his sister slowly and teasingly sucked his excited young cock. He moaned softly, steadily, and pulled up little tufts of grass in his excitement. He was moving his hips steadily now, too, feeding his happy prick in and out of Harriet's wonderfully warm, soft, spongy mouth. He had been right: now that she was sucking his cock, he was getting even wilder sensations than before, and he felt himself rising slowly toward unimagined heights of sensual gratification. But he wanted more friction, faster motions. He began to buck his hips as fast as he could, stabbing his small stiff cock rather roughly and deeply into his sister's sucking mouth. The little girl looked startled and somewhat frightened for a moment. But when she saw how much Bruce was enjoying it, she forgot her fear and began to suck his dick faster, with more pressure. She watched excitedly, proud of her work, as Bruce clenched his teeth and clawed at the grass in a frenzy of pleasure. His small but determined prick was making fierce thrusts deep into her throat now, as if he were driving his way to some compelling goal.
Bruce felt himself flying, rising higher and higher, his body quite weightless, all his being concentrated in his plunging cock as it rammed deeper and deeper into the firm, slick hole of Harriet's throat. There was a kind of expectant buzz in his exposing, probing glans, and then quite suddenly he felt his balls constrict, stiffen, and then blissfully discharge their hot contents. A jolting ripple shot the length of his shaft, a sweetly burning wetness began in the hole of his glans, and he found himself squirting sticky fluid out of his cock and into the depths of his sister's throat. He didn't know what was happening, but it felt so good that he' cried aloud with pleasure. His hips kept bucking of their own accord as he continued to pump his first cum into the little girl's mouth, and only with the last feeble spurt did he sigh and fall back motionless on the grass.
Harriet was amazed and startled when the thing happened. At first she was quite angry, thinking that Bruce was playing a joke on her and peeing into her mouth. But she quickly realized that it was something else, something very thick and creamy, pleasantly smooth, with that salty taste she liked so much. It was nice of Bruce to do that! He gave her a lot of it, a little too fast, so that she had to swallow very fast to enjoy it all. She felt disappointed when his peter suddenly slipped from her mouth, all flabby and small again, with no more delicious juices to give. Greedily she bent down to it and licked it clean, while her brother sighed and trembled beneath her.
"Wow," Bruce sighed after a long time had passed. "I don't know what happened, but it sure was great! Will you do that again for me sometime, Harriet?"
"Sure," she answered, kissing him affectionately on the cheek. It had been a lot of fun, sucking his peter like that, and she felt very proud to have pleased him so much.
After, that, Bruce and Harriet went into the woods a lot and played with each other. When it was cold or rainy, they went into the attic or the garage, where Bruce had smuggled in an old mattress and blanket, and explored each other there. They weren't sure why, but they sensed that their parents would not approve of what they were doing. Their wonderful new game did not seem the kind of thing Mother and Father would like. It was too happy and fun, for one thing, and it involved touching and kissing and being naked, all of which was considered wrong by Mr. and Mrs. Harvey. But for the most part, Harriet and Bruce didn't think much about what their parents would say. They had too many other things to think about, nice things.
One rainy afternoon in late fall the brother and sister climbed up into their hiding place in the attic of the garage to have some fun. Bruce had recently discovered something that pleased and excited Harriet very much. He would use his tongue, stiff and pointed, to probe and tickle the funny little bump of flesh that lived between the lips of her mons. She still had no idea what it was for, but she enjoyed more than anything having it licked and sucked, and she would squeal and sigh with pleasure as Bruce played with her that way. His favorite thing was still the game they'd discovered on their first day, having Harriet suck his cock until he shot his salty cream into her mouth. But there were many other things they liked to do, too. Both were very fond of having their anuses played with. First Bruce would wiggle one small finger into Harriet's ass-hole and work it in and out teasingly until the pleasure was too much for her to bear. And then she would do the same thing for him.
Now, when they had climbed up into the attic and listened for a while to be sure that nobody else was around, Bruce said excitedly to Harriet, "I saw something really wild today, something we could try, maybe. There was this male and female dog over on the Watson's lawn and the female seemed to have one of those middle holes, just like you do, and the male had a peter, just like mine only bigger. Anyhow, he stuck his peter in her middle hole and jerked it in and out, just like I do mine when you suck it. I'll show you how he did it."
The children eagerly undressed, anxious to try what the dogs had done. Bruce meticulously arranged them in the same posture, with Harriet on her hands and knees and himself kneeling behind her-he first tried standing like the male dog had done, but it didn't work very well. Then he pumped his cock swiftly with his fist. He'd become pretty expert lately at getting it hard that way. When his white organ was fat and ready, he spread Harriet's pretty pink labia and searched out the mysterious middle hole with its tiny, slitted lips. He found it and placed the tip of his stiff little cock against it. Already he sensed that it was going to be much nicer, tighter and hotter, than putting it in her mouth.
"Okay," he announced excitedly, "here goes, just like the dogs did it!"
Harriet waited eagerly to feel his peter in her strange middle hole. But when he tried to poke it in, it hurt very badly. She cried out and jerked her little ass downward, preventing further penetration.
"Oh, Bruce!" she exclaimed unhappily. "That really hurt awful! I don't think people are supposed to do it like dogs!"
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Harriet!" replied the disappointed Bruce. "Maybe you're right. Or maybe I was wrong about how the dogs did it. I know! I bet he put his peter in her ass-hole! That would feel okay."
"Oh, yes!" cried Harriet. "That must be what he did! Try it, Bruce."
The boy seized his hard little rod again and aimed it at the pretty pink pucker of his little sister's anus. It didn't seem to go in very easily, so he spit on his fingers and rubbed the tip of his cock to make it slick. Then he tried again. The hard little tool popped right in this time, and Bruce felt a wonderful clinging sensation all around his shaft. This was good, really good! He began to pump his hips, working his prick slowly but steadily up her tight, moist ass-hole, shuddering with the pleasure of it, the way the firm but silky surfaced passage rubbed and stimulated the whole length and tip of his cock.
Bruce went on blissfully pumping away, ass-fucking his happy little sister, and feeling himself quickly building up to an explosive cum, when suddenly the trap door of the attic slammed open and up popped the scowling, outraged face of their father! He stared at them, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, and Bruce and Harriet were frozen by fear in the act of incestuous copulation.
"Dear God!" muttered Mr. Harvey. "Oh, dear God!" After a moment his eyes narrowed into slits of anger, and he growled at Bruce, "Is your penis inside her, you devil?"
"Yes, sir," croaked Bruce, not daring to lie.
"Where?" snarled the old man. "Tell me, girl!"
"In my ass-hole!" squeaked Harriet, then added, "Sir!"
"God help us!" bellowed Mr. Harvey.
They heard the rapid clicking of high heels, and then Mrs. Harvey's voice: "Henry! Whatever is the matter?"
"Come up here, Mary," Mr. Harvey said heavily. "Come up and see the spawn of Satan whom we have called our children!"
Mrs. Harvey's gray head appeared in the trap door. She looked at her son and daughter, gawked, then gave a piercing scream. "Oh, Lord! Condemned to Hell!"
"Yes," agreed her husband, "but there will be plenty of punishment for them before that!"
Harriet sobbed as she felt her brother's beloved penis slip out of her body for the last time....
CHAPTER FOUR
The middle-aged Harriet Harvey felt her heart pounding sharply as she drifted out of that long-ago memory, a lovely dream that had turned abruptly into a nightmare. She recalled now how her father had beaten her and Bruce until they were nearly dead with pain and fright, how Bruce had gotten the worst of it because he was a boy and older, so that he couldn't go to school for a week, he was so sore all over. The beatings were repeated daily for four days, followed by Mr. Harvey's gloom-filled readings from the Bible on the evils of lust and fornication. Harriet and Bruce were forbidden to speak to each other for a month and were ordered never to touch each other again, not even to hold hands while crossing the street. They were taken to their parent's strange little church every evening and made to pray God for forgiveness until they were so weary that they fainted. The whole ordeal was too much for the children, and both fell seriously ill with nervous exhaustion. At the end of that time, when they were finally well again, both had repressed the memory of what they had done. Harriet had not remembered a thing about it, neither the sex play nor the punishment, until this day nearly forty years later.
Now she lay back on her bed and sighed. She was appalled and saddened to remember her parents' brutal overreaction to the innocent play of her brother and herself, and she realized now that all her own frigid and puritanical views about men and sex stemmed from that frightful punishment. Her whole life had been warped and wasted because of her parents' twisted ideas. And perhaps it was too late for her to change.
She realized something else, too. It was obvious to her now why she had been so powerfully aroused by the sight of the two little boys in the library playing with their cocks-it had subconsciously reminded her of her delightful childhood play with her brother, the beautiful, innocent days before they had been punished. Grown men did not arouse her-indeed, they repelled her-because she had no memory of sexual paradise with them. They only aroused in her the fearful warnings of her parents, that sex was evil and men were evil. But sex with little boys was different, it did not disgust or frighten her at all. It only made her think of her brother, the sweet play they'd had, and how much she'd loved him then.
"Harriet!" It was Bruce's voice, cheerful but curious, coming from the living room. "Are you asleep? It's time to start dinner!"
Harriet blushed deeply. "Oh, sorry, Bruce! I was daydreaming! I'll be right there!"
Harriet was absent-minded and distant all that evening, scarcely speaking to her brother, and she did not sleep well that night. She felt some relief at her better understanding of herself, now that her childhood memories had come back, but she felt nothing but anxiety about the future. So she was attracted to little boys? A lot of help it was to know that! What good would it do her? She could hardly start to seduce them just to appease her own sexual needs! She wondered if she ought to see a psychiatrist, then rejected the idea as being too embarrassing and too expensive.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day at the library she went about her work rather listlessly and absent-mindedly. Her long debate with herself had resulted in a logical, yet unsatisfactory, solution: since she desired only young boys, and could not possibly have them, then she must simply forget about sex. This she grimly tried to do.
Her afternoon's work was to take newly returned books back to their places on the shelves. In the course of this work she came to the sex section of the stacks, and there her anger and disgust were aroused once again. This section was like no other in the library, for it was impossible to keep it neat and tidy. Every day furtive male patrons snuck to that section, pawed clumsily and hungrily through the books-looking for some sort of lewd excitement, no doubt-and would flee at the approach of footsteps, leaving the books dog-eared and in complete disorder. Today Harriet found the section in its usual disorder. Already dirty-minded people had been there, leaving books out of place, on the floor, some of them open to disgusting pictures of the human genitals or of naked bodies.
With a sigh of irritation Harriet Harvey began to put the books back in their proper order. She was almost her old self again, full of righteous indignation, her face screwed up into a sour frown. She felt the truth of her parents' stern lectures, that the world was largely the domain of the Devil, whose disciples and teachings were all around, while a handful of decent people struggled to survive with occasional help from a distant God. Why, right here in the library, Miss Harvey's own turf, where she had worked and tried to preserve decency for twenty years, there was the mark of Satan, these filthy books on sex and the foul-minded people who came to read them!
Harriet was so engrossed in these thoughts that she almost missed the warning signs of someone's approach. Almost, but not quite. With her twenty years' experience, she could detect movement in the library even when the other person took extreme care not to be heard. Now she suddenly stiffened, listened: yes, someone was coming nearer, on tiptoe, breathing very softly. Harriet was all too familiar with this sort of approach. It could only mean someone coming to the sex section and not wanting to be observed.
Harriet thought quickly: she could stay right there and keep at her work, and the person would be frightened off by her presence. Or she could hide behind the next row of books, let the person proceed with his obscene preoccupations, and then catch him red-handed. She liked the latter idea. It was just what she needed today, some little triumph to restore her self respect. Quickly she slipped around the end of the adjoining shelf and hid, just where she had hidden the day before when she caught the two horny little boys with hard-ons.
Harriet waited, and the soft breathing and muffled footsteps came gradually closer. She could tell when the person entered the aisle next to hers, even though she couldn't see him yet. She squinted through her peep-hole between the books, then caught her breath. It was the blonde boy of yesterday! Of all the nerve! Returning to the scene of his crime after promising to be good!
She saw him skim the sex books slowly with his wide blue eyes. She wondered if his dark-haired friend would come, too, but no one else appeared. The little boy was all alone, apparently bent on unfinished business. Harriet noted absently how innocent and pretty he was, with his light hair, blue eyes, straight freckled nose, and sturdy little body. No one would ever guess the depths of his depravity, she thought sourly.
The boy ended his slow search and reached into the shelf, taking down the same heavy black book that he and his friend had perused yesterday. And he turned to the same page that had fascinated them before, the life size drawing of the adult penis. He gawked at the brightly colored drawing, sighed, and laid the book down on the floor. Then he sat beside it and contemplated the picture rather sadly. It was as if he could not believe what he'd seen yesterday-a prick so large that he could never hope to equal it in size-and had come back to make sure it was true.
The boy looked and looked, growing more awed and reverent with each glance, but still seemed not quite convinced of his inferiority. Looking around carefully to make sure he was alone-and, of course, failing to see Miss Harvey, who'd had years of practice at this sort of spying-the young boy slowly unzipped his fly and took out his small white prick. He let it lie gently on the palm of his hand, then looked from it to the drawing, then back again. Miss Harvey heard him sigh out loud.
Still not giving up hope, the boy set his face in a firm expression and began to rub and pump his cock. He was damned if he'd be beaten or intimidated by a mere picture! His small fist was slightly tanned and had a few scratches, evidence of boyish play, and it stood out in brown contrast to the milky white of the flapping little organ. In spite of his determination, he was having some trouble getting his cock stiff. Lips compressed, eyes narrowed in concentration, he pumped it vigorously, but his small prick only flipped and flopped gaily, innocently, in his flying hand. It looked like a fat, lazy worm that refused to be shaken into wakefulness. The boy looked disgusted and sad, but he continued to stimulate his cock, becoming more and more oblivious to the world around him.
Harriet Harvey watched him from her spy hole, her feelings rapidly falling into confusion. When she'd first seen him enter the aisle, take down the offending book, and then expose himself, her thoughts had been quite clear: the boy was repeating his crime of yesterday and must be confronted and punished. She would only wait until he had made his penis stiff, so that he'd have trouble concealing it when she made her approach-this was one of Miss Harvey's favorite and most successful tactics when apprehending adult offenders in the sex section. So she waited. But it was taking the boy a very long time to attain an erection, and while she waited there was nothing for Harriet to do but stare at his cock. And that was her mistake.
She watched, mesmerized, as the little organ flopped around in the boy's hand, studied its pure white skin and blue-veined patterns, and focused on the almost comical pointed wrinkle that concealed the immature glans. It reminded her irresistibly of her brother's young prick, was, in fact, almost its twin, and she found herself remembering the exquisite pleasure she had known when she touched and fingered and fondled Bruce's little penis. She remembered vividly the first time she had retracted the foreskin, discovering the wet red treasure inside, and how she had delighted in licking and sucking that cherry-like tip, how good it had tasted....
Harriet shuddered slightly as she felt the familiar signs of sexual arousal begin to creep over her thin body, her evil half taking over her better half. First there was the sudden, sharp stiffening of her clitoris and labial folds, their expectant puffing up; then came the slow initial seeping of her narrow vagina as it began to manufacture its welcoming juices. Her nipples tingled, swelled erect, and her small breasts followed suit, engorging and rounding. Her face became flushed and mottled, her breathing sharper and more rapid. Before she quite knew it, the Jekyll-Hyde transformation was complete. She had been changed from a sour-faced prude into a panting, horny woman, all by the brief sight of a small boy's wagging, flopping little cock.
She cursed herself, but the damage was already done. She was possessed by a terrible urge to touch and fondle the boy, to play with his innocent, virgin cock until her need was satisfied. She watched now, licking her lips, feeling the, growing wetness of her crotch, as the boy continued to pump his limp organ in vain but valiant attempt to equal the dimensions of the illustration.
Now he sighed and let his disobedient organ fall limp and rosy in his lap. It wriggled happily for a moment, then subsided, as if settling down for a nap. The boy appeared to have some debate with himself. Then the look of determination returned to his face, and he licked his forefinger and touched it gently to the wrinkled end of his prick. Bringing his thumb into the action, too, he began to ease back the foreskin in short, teasing jerks, ever so slowly, and the slightest bit of red, gleaming glans peeked out of the wrinkled folds. When just the very tip had been exposed, the boy licked his forefinger again and rubbed the sensitive, raw flesh very gently.
Success! With his tender but teasing stimulation, the little white cock jerked, twitched, and suddenly came alive, swelling into a small but proud erection. It stuck straight out, defiantly and impudently, pointing straight at Miss Harvey in her hiding place. She saw the bit of red glans peering at her from its wrinkled sheath, saw the dark little hole staring at her like a beckoning, naughty eye, and she almost squeaked aloud as a great rush of vaginal juices spurted hotly out of her cunt and down the tender skin of her inner thighs.
The boy smiled proudly down at his stiff, wagging cock. It was a lot bigger now, big enough to risk another comparison with the picture in the anatomy book. He gave his erect prick an affectionate tweak, studied it, then glanced again at the illustration. His face fell. It was just no go! He was a hopeless dwarf compared to that big, menacing engine in the book. He gave a deep sigh, closed the book, and prepared to rise and put it away.
Harriet saw that she must act now, or she would lose her victim. She really didn't know, in fact, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm whether she was advancing Upon him for lust or punishment, but she knew she must move. She came very fast around the corner of the shelves, her face set now in its prune-like contortions of moral outrage, her whole body trembling with emotion. When she rounded the corner, the kid was still sitting on the floor, his cock entirely exposed and stiff.
He glanced up at her, goggled, and went paralyzed. She had literally scared him stiff with her sudden unexpected attack. He was caught, utterly and obviously guilty, and this devastating knowledge left him frozen with dread, unable even to cry out. He only continued to stare at Harriet as she thundered up to him. Her face was livid with rage, and her whole body shook with indignation as she stopped within two feet of the boy and croaked at him, "You filthy little animal! How dare you! Cover yourself up at once!"
The boy opened his mouth, attempted to speak, but remained mute. Still gawking at her in terror, he slowly rose to his feet, but that was all he could manage. He couldn't even make his hands work to obey her command. He just stood there trembling.
Harriet sighed with disgust. Was the boy stupid as well as depraved? "Make yourself decent," she barked hoarsely, "zip yourself up!"
The boy did not seem to hear her. He was beyond hearing or thinking, totally panicked. Harriet sighed again. She would have to do it for him! They must talk, of course, and decide upon his punishment, and he must be made to beg forgiveness, but the first thing was to cover his exposed penis. She could not be seen standing in the stacks talking to a boy whose genitals were exposed!
Setting her mouth grimly, Harriet bent down on one knee and reached for the boy's cock. It alone seemed unaffected by the dramatic scene which had just taken place. It poked happily, blindly out of his jeans like an amused but neutral observer at a pie throwing contest. It had no morality, no principles, no rules, but only a stiff jauntiness that seemed to taunt and mock the lemon-faced librarian as she glared at it and then touched it.
Harriet's hand curled around the hard little cock, and she, too, froze. The fat, small prick cuddled warmly, cozily, in the palm of her hand, but despite its seeming innocence, it gave her the sensation of clutching a joy buzzer. She felt electric shocks of wild sensation coursing through her body, and she thought dizzily, I'm touching it, actually holding it! Forty years vanished, and she was touching Bruce's cock again, full of innocent excitement at the exploration and pleasure that were to come.
She increased the pressure of her hand slightly, and trembled to feel the incredible warmth and smoothness of the boy's short shaft. Almost timidly she moved her hand a little way up the silky-skinned rod and felt the flesh follow loosely, obediently, over its hard core. Yes, it was just like her brother's, the way the soft skin slipped and slid over its concealed hardness. It was rooted to his lower belly in the same way, a tiny dark blue vein creeping up the base. She raised her palm, grasped the shaft instead with tender thumb and forefinger, and gave the pretty little prick a gentle stroke. It quivered, jerked minutely, then grew stiffer than ever.
Harriet closed her eyes for a moment, tried to make her breathing more even. She felt her insides churning, swirling, with the heady experience of touching and fondling the strange boy's little cock, and she was not surprized to find her cunt pumping out a steady stream of hot, tickling juices that soaked and dripped from the crotch of her panties. She was perfectly well aware of what she was doing, and perfectly well aware that it was wrong. More than wrong, it was devilish, wicked, and obscene! And at the very same time, she knew she was going to go on doing it, could not help doing it.
Opening her eyes again, she fixed them feverishly on the inviting little member, took the wrinkled foreskin between thumb and index finger, and slowly, tenderly, began working it back over the glans....
The boy, meanwhile, felt a strange and unexpected transformation in his feelings. When the old bat had first come flying around the corner, looking ready to kill him, he'd been in a total panic, unable to move or think. He'd known only that this was it, total disgrace and awful punishment. After the initial fright, he'd been very much ashamed of himself, not for what he'd done, but for being so damned scared that he couldn't even move to zip himself up. He'd just stood there like a dummy, and then the mean-looking librarian had started to do it for him, as if he was a baby. But as her hand closed over his cock, his humiliation was replaced by wonder and surprise.
He'd expected her to have cold, rough hands, but her palm was hot, moist, and soft, and her touch was very gentle, almost soothing. She gave his shaft a little squeeze, then rubbed it tenderly between her fingers, and it felt good. He began to relax. It was the same pleasant sensation as when his mother rubbed his back, only somehow more exciting. He wondered vaguely why the woman didn't put his cock away as she had obviously intended to. Maybe she knew some special technique for making it soft again, so it would be easier to tuck in. He actually didn't care much, right now. He'd just as soon she went on rubbing and caressing it like that, it felt so nice. Then she took hold of the foreskin, between two fingers, and began tugging it back in very small, gentle strokes that felt very pleasant, indeed....
Harriet held her breath as she worked patiently to pull back the sweet, wrinkled white flesh. She didn't want to hurt or alarm the boy. He seemed to be taking it well, however, standing quite still and breathing gently, making no noise of protest or fright. Of course, it must feel good to him. It had certainly felt good to Bruce.
She like the suspense of her exquisitely slow revelation of his hidden cockhead. Would it look like her brother's? Would it be as pretty and red and well formed? She'd worked the flabby-soft skin back now to where she could just see the tip of the glans, but she needed to see more. Another gentle tug, a little tweak of encouragement, and she had uncovered a quarter-inch of reddish flesh. She sighed in happy anticipation, felt her old maid's breasts stiffen almost painfully with erotic excitement. Now she had the foreskin worked almost all the way back, and with one more deft but careful tug, it was retracted. Yes, oh, God, yes, it was the same! It was bright and red and unspoiled, a beautiful virgin cockhead, delicately cloven and shining with its own innocent lubricating juices!
With the lightest possible touch, she pressed her forefinger to the sticky, firm flesh of the boy's exposed glans, circled it slowly, and the young boy gave a soft little moan and trembled slightly. She circled it again, with the same tender, teasing pressure, and the boy sighed. She glanced up and saw his eyes flutter, then close, his face relaxing into a little smile of bliss. She smiled, too. She knew exactly the brand new, sweet sensations he was having, because she'd done the same thing for her brother many times, long ago.
She looked down again at the small stiff organ only a few inches from her face. It was pretty and comical at the same time, the shaft jutting up whitely to end abruptly in a ring of wrinkled skin, then the bright red glans popping out in sharp contrast of color and texture. It was like a miniature cherry ice cream cone, and Harriet desperately wanted to taste it. She wanted to flick out her hot, pointed tongue and nuzzle the tip of that firm little nut, just the slightest bit, to discover its flavor and to watch the boy's reaction. She was almost certain he would enjoy it immensely, the way Bruce had, that he would quiver uncontrollably and sigh with pleasure. She felt eager saliva running in her mouth as she thought of licking and tasting the boy's small out-thrusting cock, and she swallowed hard as she imagined sucking it deep into her mouth, cushioning it with her pulpy, hot tongue and slick palate, sucking his hard little dick until the boy spurted his delicious juices into her throat.
But she was not completely oblivious to her surroundings. She imagined how it would be if she gave in to her lewd desire, began noisily and happily sucking the boy's cock, and someone should discover her! It would be a disgrace she could never live down! No, she could not do it, much as she yearned to. Instead, she sighed in frustration and tried to content herself with the mere touching and fondling of his fat, warm prick. She curled her palm around it again, gave it a mischievous pumping, and smiled to herself as the boy reacted with a sharp intake of breath and a little sigh of pleasure....
The little boy had stood absolutely still, in wonder and dawning arousal, as the thin, stern-looking librarian worked on his foreskin, wondering what the hell she was up to. He still supposed that she was trying to soften his cock, preparatory to zipping him up-but if so, she was sure going about it the wrong way! Every tiny, teasing tug of her fingers sent a sharp thrill up the shaft of his cock and into his balls, which were now plumping up and creating an unaccustomed bulge in his pants. She was just getting him harder, stiffer and more engorged than he'd ever been before, and maybe he ought to tell her that she was defeating her own purpose. But, hell, he didn't want her to stop! He wanted her to go on making her silly mistake, to do whatever she thought she was doing, because it felt nicer than anything he'd ever experienced before.
As he was thinking this, he felt her hot breath waft suddenly over the very sensitive flesh of his glans. He found himself twitching a little and sighing out loud as she steadily but gently unsheathed the secret head of his cock. Her hard breath alone was enough to send shivers of pleasure up his spine, but when she abruptly touched him there, right on the naked, raw, pulpy tip of his prick, he moaned. Jeeze, it felt nice, like nothing he'd ever dreamed of! Then she began to circle the electrified flesh with her finger, very slowly and lewdly, and he felt his balls stiffen again and grow even fatter, felt his cock twitching joyfully in her grasp, and he couldn't help smiling with the pleasure of it and closing his eyes to shut out everything but the wild sensations he was getting from her toying finger.
It went on for some time, the dizzying, sweet play of her gentle finger on the slick flesh of his glans, yet it seemed all too soon before she stopped. He risked a peek at her through lowered eyes and saw her squatting before him in deep concentration, as if she were having some kind of desperate debate with herself. Probably she was wondering what the hell she'd done wrong, why his disobedient cock didn't soften and shrivel so she could tuck it easily into his pants. He felt like laughing at her: obviously she didn't know much about cocks and their habits.
But, no, it appeared he was wrong. She wasn't angry about anything. She looked, instead, hungry, almost famished for something, and the way she was staring at the bright red tip of his cock, he could see that she wanted to do something else to it. Then his eyes widened as he saw her tongue flick out a little, her face flush with eagerness-and just as quickly, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and frowned in frustration. It certainly looked as if she wanted to lick his cock and then had decided against it. He wondered excitedly what it would have felt like, and could readily imagine how nice it would be. How he wished she'd do it! But then she started doing something almost as nice, taking his rock-hard shaft in her hot, moist hand again and pumping it mischievously, sending little sharp jolts of joy into his balls and loins. Jesus, she wasn't trying to get his pecker soft at all, just the opposite! But why?
Well, who cared? He closed his eyes again and let her pump his dick steadily, content to dig the good sensations. He thought briefly of the older boys he had seen that day not long ago, in a neighbor's back yard, and how they had stood around in a circle and pumped their cocks with their hands until they shot out long, thick jets of white cream. He wondered if his cock would do that if the woman pumped on it long enough. He felt like he was building up to something, some kind of ecstatic and wild release, that it would happen if she kept doing it to him....
Harriet was nearly moaning aloud with frustration. She enjoyed pumping the sweet little boy's cock, enjoyed hearing the child sigh and moan his pleasure, but it was not enough. She wanted only one thing, wanted it badly enough to cry-to take the fat white boyish prick in her mouth and suck it till the kid went crazy with joy and squirted her hungry mouth full of his good-tasting cum. She knew she wouldn't rest until she had recreated that long-ago pleasure with her brother, till she had lived again the erotic game that had thrilled them most of all. But it was impossible to consider doing such a thing in the open aisle of the city library! She'd die of shame if anyone saw her doing a thing like that!
Harriet thought desperately, then struck upon a wild notion: it was outlandish, wicked, but it would work! She would contrive to leave early, take the boy home with her, and enjoy him there in complete privacy. It was still two hours before Bruce was due home. Yes, it would work! All she had to do was persuade the boy. She decided to use the motivation of fear. It had worked well in the past. She screwed her face into its familiar sour, puritanical expression, dropped the boy's penis, and rose to tower menacingly over him.
"You are wicked!" she hissed. "I can't make your peter soft again, because you are having evil thoughts! This is very serious, young man! But I haven't decided yet what to do. You will have to come home with me now so we can talk about it."
The frightened boy nodded. He had no choice. She was authority, he was the culprit. She told him where her car was parked and ordered him to wait there ior her. When he had scurried off with pale face and wide eyes, Miss Harvey took a moment to get her breathing back to normal, then marched stiffly through the library to the private office of Arthur Grimsby, head librarian. She found him sitting with his feet on the desk, a beefy, bespectacled man who struck her as the essence of laziness and infantile liberalism. But she forced herself to return his smile of greeting.
"What can I do for you, Miss Harvey?" he asked, not bothering to take his big feet off the desk.
"Mr. Grimsby," Harriet said, flushing slightly, 'I'm afraid I feel ill. I would like permission to leave work early. I'm sure it's nothing, and that I'll be back to work tomorrow."
"Why, of course, Miss Harvey!" Grimsby answered. "You've certainly earned the right to an afternoon off, after your many years of dedicated service to the library!" There was a note of sarcasm in his voice. He and Harriet did not agree on anything, especially politics and censorship, and she knew that he considered her a conservative freak. But this was not the time to argue.
"Thank you, Mr. Grimsby," she said quickly, then turned and marched out of his office, her heart pounding as she thought of what she was about to do.
Grimsby cocked an eyebrow at her retreating, thin, stiff figure. Poor old maid, he thought, she was all uptight and flushed. Must be the menopause. He wished it was senility, that she was of retirement age and could be replaced by some younger person whose mind hadn't stopped growing in the Victorian era. But he'd probably have to put up with old Harriet for another twenty years! Grimsby sighed, adjusted his large body in his swivel chair, and resumed reading the copy of Playboy that he'd concealed on his lap.
CHAPTER SIX
Harriet Harvey drove slowly through the busy city streets, glancing occasionally at the silent, frightened boy beside her. Now that she actually had him in the car and on the way to her house, she was shocked at herself and considerably sobered. She could hardly believe it was her, a respectable, middle-aged librarian, who was deliberately driving a small boy to her house in order to play with his genitals; a mere child's cock and balls. She felt like some sort of sex fiend, a dirty old woman. Probably the best thing would be to let him off the hook again, give him a warning, and let him out of the car at the next corner. She couldn't possibly go through with her insane plan.
Harriet glanced again at the young boy and admired his handsome face and healthy young body. She thought with amusement now of the scene in the library, when he had compared his immature and still developing penis with the adult-sized one in the illustration. It was obvious that he felt inadequate and didn't realize that some day his would be just as big and impressive. But that idea didn't turn Harriet on at all: she liked him just the way he was, his lovely little cock innocent and pure, not yet mushroomed into the gross, evil weapon of the adult male. She allowed herself a brief glance at the crotch of his blue jeans. Poor little kid, it was still hard, as if his young prick had been frozen erect by fright. She felt a wave of sympathy for him, but, more than that, she felt a sudden rush of horniness at the sight of that tight little bulge between his legs.
The boy didn't notice her looking at him. He was staring mournfully out of the side window like a prisoner on his way to execution. It would only be merciful to release him now, let him go without another warning. But as Harriet kept sneaking glances at the enticing bump of his fly, she felt herself weakening again. If she was going to be merciful and let him go without punishment, she could just as well do it at her house. She might even get a chance to touch him again. Yes, she would wait just a little longer.
The drive seemed endless. The boy kept silent out of fear, Harriet out of embarrassment. But at last she pulled into her own driveway and parked the car, then led the terrified boy in by the back door. Fortunately, none of her neighbors were around to wonder what she was up to. She led the boy into her comfortably furnished living room, then spoke, managing to keep her voice firm and business-like.
"Sit down, young man. We can talk now."
The boy pushed a long lock of blonde hair out of his eyes, then sat down resignedly at one end of the sofa. Harriet was glad of this, since it gave her a chance to set next to him without seeming obvious about it. She took a place at the center of the sofa, then looked grimly about him.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself? To begin with, what is your name and how old are you?"
The boy swallowed hard, looking at her with shame in his bright eyes. "My name is Donny," he said, timidly. "Donny Morrison, and I'm eleven, ma'am."
"All right, Donny. I want you to tell me exactly how you came to do this awful thing. Don't leave out any details." She wanted to get him talking so that he would perhaps relax and give her more time to think.
"Well, ma'am," he sighed, "the way it happened was this. Me and my friend Juan-he's the other guy you saw in the library yesterday-we 're both in the sixth grade, and we were walking home from school one day, and we both had to, uh, well, go to the bathroom, really bad. So we went behind the fence, into this vacant lot, and did it there. Well, it turned out that this junior high kid followed us and watched us, a guy named Jimmy. He's a real bas-I mean, he's not very nice, especially to younger kids. So, just as we were zipping up, he jumps out from where he was hiding and starts razzing us, about how he saw everything and was gonna tell on us. That didn't bother us so much, because we really didn't believe him. We just ignored him and started to walk away. But then the bas-I mean, Jimmy, he started telling us what small peters we had. He claimed he'd never seen any so tiny. He said we were subnormal or something like that, and if we wanted to know how big we should be, if we were normal, we should go to the city library and look at this certain book, on page three hundred. Then he started laughing like mad and ran off.
"Well, that kind of worried us. We kept telling each other he was lying, that we weren't any different from other kids, but the thing was, we really weren't sure! So finally we decided to do what he said, go over to the library and look at that book. We went right away, and that's when you caught us." The boy sighed deeply. "It was bad enough, getting caught like that! But I guess the worst thing was, Jimmy was right! That one in the book is the way you're suppose to be, and we'll never be that big. Anyhow, it was so awful, I just couldn't believe it, so I came back again today, alone, to make sure. And you caught me again. Boy, do I feel lousy!"
The boy hung his head in complete humiliation and defeat. Harriet felt sorry for him, but at the same time she wanted to laugh. Poor little kid, he had no idea of how the older boy, Jimmy, had tricked him! He didn't seem to realize that he had plenty of time to grow and achieve a man-size cock. He must be terribly ignorant of the facts of life.
"So that's why you did it?" Harriet asked, her voice friendly now. "To compare yourself with the picture? Do you really think your peter should be that large?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so." replied the boy. "It said under the picture that it was a normal size penis."
"But, Donny!" Harriet laughed. "That means normal size for an adult! A child can't be expected to be that large. You're not as tall as a grown man, are you? Your hands and feet aren't as big as a grownup's. So you can't expect to have an adult size penis, either. Someday you will, after you've grown up."
Donny gazed at her with immense relief. "Gosh, I never thought of that! I didn't know that was a picture of a grownup! The way Jimmy kept teasing us, about being so small, I just never thought about it. Boy, he really fooled us!"
"Yes, he did," agreed Harriet. "It was a very mean trick he played on you, to make you worry like that. But you're not worried any more, are you?"
"Well," Donny smiled shyly, "I guess I'm still worried about you, ma'am."
"My name is Miss Harvey," she said pleasantly, returning his smile, "and you don't have to be worried about me any more. If you had done that thing on purpose, just to be naughty, then I would be angry with you. But it seems that you did it for a good reason. Anyhow, you're not worried any more about the size of your peter, I hope?"
"Aw, I don't know!" sighed Donny. "I feel all confused. It just looked so puny next to that picture. I feel like I could never grow one that big."
Harriet blushed slightly as a wicked idea entered her head. This was the perfect opportunity to touch him again, to see his beautiful little cock, if only she played it right. "That's silly, Donny," she smiled, keeping her voice friendly and persuasive. "I'm sure you have a perfectly normal penis. Just let me have a look, and I can tell you."
"Well, gosh-" The boy seemed considerably surprised. "I mean, I'd have to undress, and-"
"Oh, that's all right!" chirped Harriet. "I've seen lots of little boys without their clothes on. Don't let it bother you! After all, you let your mother see you undressed, don't you?"
"Well, yeah," gulped Donny.
"And I'm probably much older than your mother, so there's nothing wrong with it at all. Now, you just stand up for a minute and take off your clothes. I'll have to look at that peter of yours and tell you what I think. Then you can stop worrying about it for good."
"If it's normal!" Donny cautioned. "Okay, here goes." He seemed sold on the idea now and rather anxious to get out of his jeans, T-shirt and Jockey shorts, and he soon stood before her naked, quite un-self-conscious about his handsome, taut, tanned young body.
Harriet couldn't help gawking at him for a moment. If anything, his developing form was even more beautiful than Bruce's had been at that age, sturdier, more definitely masculine, the healthy young muscles better defined. She wanted to touch him all over his smooth, firm body. But her gaze was caught and held at last by his perfectly shaped prick and balls. They stuck out from the rest of him, as they would from the body of a sexless angel, the only lewd, exhibitionist feature of his otherwise pure image. But their very impudence, their naughty thrust, excited her. It was as if they were taunting her, inviting her with mischievous boldness, to reach out and fondle them. She hadn't seen his balls before, during her spying in the library. They were a lovely pure pink, suspended loosely on their straps of rosy flesh, twin sacs that quivered delicately in time with the boy's breathing. She longed to squeeze and caress them. His cock had lost a little of its stiffness by now, drooping rather bashfully downward, and the wrinkled white foreskin had crept back over the glans to hide it and shield it.
"Well," Donny asked hopefully, "what do you think, Miss Harvey? Is it big enough for a kid my age?"
"Hmmm," teased Harriet. "It appears to be, but I'd better investigate a little more." She knelt down before him, flushing excitedly as she did so and starting to breathe faster. She could hardly believe her good luck: she had him here in her house, all to herself, and she was about to play with him again! "I'm going to touch you now, Donny," she said carefully," so I can be very sure about everything. But it won't hurt, not at all. In fact, it will feel nice, just like when I touched you in the library. That felt nice, didn't it?"
"Yeah!" Donny answered eagerly. "It would be great if you'd do that again!"
"'very well, Donny," she replied primly. She could hardly believe the extent of his innocence, inviting her, a strange woman, to play with his sweet little dick and balls. But it was just the chance she had been hoping for. Now she could take her time, do whatever she wanted.
Harriet swallowed hard, then reached out and took Donny's floppy little cock between her hot, nervous palms. She rolled it gently between them, feeling its inner firmness and its outer slippery silk. The little warm organ throbbed and pulsed against her hands like a friendly, trusting animal. "Well," she informed the boy gaily, "it certainly seems to be healthy!"
"That's good," sighed Donny. He was very pleased that Miss Harvey had consented to touch his pecker again that way. He hoped she would go on doing it for a long time.
Next Harriet laid the limp worm-like prick in one palm and began to stroke it gently with her index finger, petting and soothing, easing the loose soft skin back and forth along the inner ridge. Donny sighed and closed his eyes trustingly, blissfully. He stood quite still and breathed almost sleepily as she stroked and massaged his contented cock. "It looks quite healthy to me," Harriet repeated, "but to be absolutely sure, I'll have to make it stiff again. Do you mind if I do that, Donny? I won't hurt you."
"Oh, golly, no," sighed Donny without opening his eyes. "I don't mind! If it's like before, like you did in the library, that'd be great!"
Harriet smiled with triumph. She understood that the boy wanted her to manipulate his foreskin and play with his exposed glans, as she had done earlier. And that was exactly what she wanted, too! "All right, Donny," she purred. "Just like I did in the library!"
With one eager, expert hand, she took the base of his lolling little cock between thumb and forefinger, holding the small organ in position. Then with her other hand she went for her goal, the wrinkled, pointed head of his cock. Gently, with deliberate and delicious slowness, she began twitching back the sheathing skin, rubbing it delicately with her index finger. Her thumb went into action, too, teasing the foreskin downward, and soon she had another glimpse of red, moist, boy-sweat-smelling glans. Her mouth watered, but she forced herself to proceed slowly, not wanting to alarm the boy. Every time she eased the foreskin back a little, Donny sighed happily, and his small cock twitched and stiffened minutely. Harriet slid the silky skin back still further, and more of his exquisite red glans came into view. Now she could see the tiny dark hole at the very top.
Instantly "he felt the urge to stuck her tongue into that inviting receptacle, to bore softly inside and taste his salty, funky-smelling essence, but she held back, fearing to alarm the boy. Instead, she kept up her tender but insistent manipulation of his foreskin, working it back steadily, until soon half the gleaming red glans was exposed. All the while, she could scarcely believe the boy's innocence. He stood there totally absorbed in what she was doing to him, smiling blissfully, as if there were nothing unusual about it at all.
With one final deft motion of thumb and forefinger, Harriet worked the boy's white wrinkled foreskin all the way back and paused to admire what she had uncovered. Her brief exploration in the library had not been deceptive. The bright, red nut of his cockhead was beautiful to look at, inviting to the touch, with its gentle cleft, enticing small hole, and moist, virgin flesh. Much as he seemed to enjoy her play, however, his small cock was still somewhat limp. Harriet knew now what to do about that.
She placed her index finger very softly on the exposed, raw head of his penis, pressed lightly, and the boy's wobbling little cock suddenly trembled, rippled and stiffened up. She smiled to herself, gave the shining glans a brief circling with her fingertip, and the fat little organ quivered again and got even harder to her touch.
"Ahhh!" sighed the boy. "That sure feels nice, Miss Harvey! But do you think my peter is big enough?"
Harriet suppressed a mischievous giggle. "It's beginning to look that way, Donny! But I'd better investigate a little more. You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh, wow, no!" the boy said and sighed.
Harriet gave his swollen little cock a brief, playful pumping in reply. Then she returned to her favorite part, the juicy red glans, the part she wanted so desperately to lick and taste. Perhaps if she could get the boy horny enough, blind to everything around him, he wouldn't notice or care if she went beyond mere touching....But she must be slow, patient, careful. 'very gently she began to circle the slick, gleaming cockhead again, pausing now and then to insinuate her little finger carefully into the dark hole at the very tip of his cock, nudging him teasingly there, then withdrawing. The effect was more than she had hoped for: the boy sighed and softly moaned, as before, but now the sweet, mysterious hole began to ooze a white, creamy droplet, the first lubricating sexual juices of his young life.
Harriet applied all her self-restraint in preventing herself from lunging down on his cockhead and lapping up the little droplet with greedy haste. She must wait, wait patiently, for her reward. Giving his small, stiff cock another playful pumping, she then let it wag and moved on, downward, to touch his small, wobbling balls for the first time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donny had been puzzled and a little apprehensive when Miss Harvey first made her strange proposal. He hadn't questioned her taking him home or asking him how he'd come to expose and play with himself in the library. She was authority, and he knew he must obey. But when she asked him to take off his clothes and let her inspect his genitals, that seemed kind of weird, especially for a stern old lady like her. Nevertheless, he'd obeyed, not wanting to anger her any more than he had. If he played it cool, maybe he could get out of this mess! And now he was glad, very glad, that he'd done what she wanted. He had no idea what kind of inspection she was making, or why; he only knew that it felt good, better than anything he'd dreamed possible. As she played with his cock, slowly and deliciously working back the foreskin, nudging and circling his sensitive glans, he felt strange new sensations buzzing and rippling through his lower body, mysterious new urges that suddenly made his prick tingle and spring erect.
Briefly the boy wondered why it was that he felt the urge to move his hips, slowly, rhythmically, in time to the sensual stroking of the woman's finger on the aroused glans of his cock, why her strange play should make his penis shudder and stiffen, and why the little hole on his cockhead should start dribbling its own juices. But he really didn't care, didn't think long about the causes of all these things. All that really mattered were the crazy sensations she was giving him, the dizzying pleasure of her expert touch.
He felt her hot, teasing pumping of his cockshaft, and he sighed and wriggled his hips instinctively in time with her motions. Then he gasped softly and felt an entirely new delight as her gentle, seeking hands found his young balls and closed deliciously around them....
Harriet tenderly squeezed the small virgin bags of flesh, wondering at their pinkness and smoothness. There was the same loose, silky covering, the same firm and secret inner core, that she had touched and fondled long ago in her little games with Bruce. She wouldn't have dreamed of doing this with the adult male testicles, those threatening, ugly, shaggy monsters-but with Donny, and Bruce, it was different. There was nothing distasteful or nasty about these soft, hairless little globes. She loved playing with them, bouncing and cupping them, making such obvious pleasure for the little boy who stood sighing before her. She thought of taking those tender pink sacs in her mouth, bathing and cuddling them with her tongue, and as she did so, her pussy loosed another flood of hot juices that dripped unheeded onto the carpet. Swiftly, delicately, she tickled Donny's little balls all over, making them bounce and sway, and the boy groaned loudly and nearly lost his balance.
"Put your hands on my shoulders, Donny," she said hoarsely. "Lean on me."
He obeyed instantly. "Oh, golly, Miss Harvey! That felt so cool, the way you tickled my balls! Are you trying to make them stiff, too?"
"Yes, Donny," she cooed. She snaked her finger along the hard little ridge that separated the two limp sacs, traced a hot, teasing line between his flopping balls. Her finger went on, exploring mischievously, to the flat space behind his testicles, massaging and rubbing there, and the boy twitched and groaned and dug his fingers into her shoulders in unconscious lust. Then her probing finger worked still farther back between his legs and discovered the tiny pucker of his ass-hole. Harriet wasn't sure what led her there, why she knew instinctively that it was the right place to touch him. There was some vague memory that urged her on, some dim but delicious notion of how it felt to be played with there in that naughty place. Perhaps Bruce had done it to her, long ago, it didn't matter. She only obeyed her whim, felt the puckered, tender flesh of his anal opening, nudged and teased it until the boy was sighing happily. Then, with the tip of her little finger, she very carefully and slowly worked her way inside, just a little, and began to make steady circular motions against the slick, hot flesh of his anus....
"Uh, uh, ahhh!" breathed Donny. This was the weirdest, most groovy sensation yet! Why it should affect him like that, he didn't know, and it seemed crazy to like having someone stick a finger up his ass, but who cared? He only knew how wildly good it felt, how much he wanted her to go on doing it, twisting and nudging and pumping her fingertip around in his anus. Then the craziest thing of all happened: through no connection he could understand, the insistent, teasing anal play of her finger caused his flopping balls to tingle, buzz with sensation, and suddenly tighten and swell up! They got really hard, like they'd never been before, and now, more than ever, he felt the urge to pump his hips in time to her strokes. As his balls filled and stiffened, Donny felt a new urge in his tightened, throbbing cock, as well, the urge to rub it rhythmically against something....He grunted, kept his eyes shut to dig all that she was doing, the delicious play of her probing finger in the tightness of his anus, and he began to move his hips back and forth, obeying instinct, pushing his little stiff cock in front of her face as if offering it to her. He didn't know quite what he wanted, but he felt that this experienced older woman could provide it....
Harriet kept working her finger in the sweet slickness of the boy's untried ass-hole, delighting in the silky texture of the inner skin and the way his powerful sphincter muscle rhythmically tightened and relaxed around her teasing finger. She was very pleased with her work, the way she's made his little balls tighten up and fill, the way she'd aroused him to begin the steady motions of fucking with his hips. Now, very soon, was the time for her reward.
"'very good, Donny," she purred to the ecstatic boy. "You're all hard now. Your cock and balls are very big. I can assure you, you're quite big for your age! So there's nothing to worry about any more. Now, since you've been such a good boy, I'm going to give you a nice reward." She pumped her finger vigorously in his responsive anus, then whispered invitingly, "Would you like that, Donny? Would you like me to do something very nice to you, even nicer than what I'm doing now?"
"Oh, boy, yes!" exclaimed Donny. "You do whatever you want, Miss Harvey!"
He allowed himself a brief glimpse at the strange older woman who was doing such wonderful new things to him, and he saw that her eyes were gleaming with arousal, her thin mouth twisted into a smile of lust, and the skin of her face flushing a mottled red and white, almost as if she had a fever. All the sourness and primness were gone from her features, and she looked happy and excited. He wondered what his "reward" was going to be. If, as she promised, it was even better than what she'd already done, he thought he would surely faint with pleasure. He closed his eyes again, waited eagerly for Miss Harvey's surprise....
Harriet's heart pounded with the knowledge that the young, innocent boy was all hers, that she could do anything she wanted with his beautiful body. She had won him, seduced him, and now she could do the thing she craved most of all. Her impulse was to gobble him greedily, licking and sucking without restraint, but she feared it might frighten him off. Again she must be patient, work slowly, to win him over to her strange pleasures. Still gently but insistently working her little finger in and out of his tight, puckered ass-hole, Harriet leaned closer to the sighing boy, cupped his stiff, fat balls in her free hand, and flicked out her eager, wet tongue. 'very slowly and lingeringly, she began to lick his balls, bathing them in her lusty saliva, getting every inch of their baby-soft surface kissing clean....
Donny groaned aloud. When she first bent down to him, her hair had tickled his belly, and he wanted to giggle. But before he could even think about it, he'd felt her tongue wash burningly, exquisitely, over his virgin balls, making him almost pass out with the unexpected pleasure of it. Her big dripping tongue took its time, licked and bathed and moistened every part of his exposed testicles, like a mother cat washing a kitten, and with every stroke Donny felt his happy balls tingle and buzz with sensation. Somehow, though it didn't seem possible, they were getting even fatter, tighter, and more swollen with some fluid. He felt almost ready to burst with their delicious tightness as Miss Harvey continued to lick them. Then suddenly he felt her hot breath panting on his left testicle, the abrupt soft grip of her warm lips, and she was sucking it into her mouth! He whinnied excitedly, gripped her shoulders fiercely, and gave himself up to the mind-blasting joy of having his balls sucked. She worked swiftly, dizzyingly, on the left testicle, slurping and palpitating it in the wet spongy softness of her mouth, squeezing it deliciously between tongue and inner cheek, then finally spat it out and slowly sucked in his right testicle for the same beautiful experience. Donny felt he would die of joy, right on the spot, as Miss Harvey noisily and happily sucked his balls....
Harriet found it very hard to hold herself back now. His fat little balls tasted good to her, she loved their throbbing plumpness in her eager mouth, but there was something else she wanted even more, something she couldn't wait for any longer. The boy was hers now, he would let her do it without protest, so why should she wait? Why should she not have her reward, too? Panting, she spat out his bloated right testicle, then gripped his smooth, hard little ass-cheeks in her feverish hands.
"Now I'm going to suck your cock, Donny," she instructed hoarsely, "and that will be the nicest thing of all. I want you to just let yourself go completely. I want you to cum in my mouth."
"What do you mean, Miss Harvey?" asked the eager, breathless boy. "I'll do whatever you want, but I don't understand."
The boy nodded eagerly and closed his eyes again, anxious to see how it would feel to have his cock sucked. It was weird, the way the formerly grim and sour librarian liked to do all these things to his cock and balls, but he sure wasn't knocking it! She could do any crazy thing to them she wanted! He felt her hot, eager breath tickling the highly sensitive skin of his exposed glans, and he sensed that she was pausing a moment to gaze hungrily, greedily at her prize, to smell its peculiarly boyish scent. Then he gasped and clutched her thin shoulders as she fastened her firm, soft lips around the gleaming red nut of his cockhead and wriggled her pointed tongue tip into the little hole, probing and licking and tasting its secrets. She lapped up all its virgin juices, swallowed them with a contented gurgle, then very slowly began to suck his stiff little cock into her hot, slick mouth....
Harriet felt she had never been so happy, at least not for forty years. It was the rebirth of all those sweet childhood pleasures with her brother, a fulfillment of all her deepest, most secret dreams, as she bent toward the young boy's magnificent, jutting little cock, seized it possessively between her thirsting lips, and had her first taste of his exquisite juices. She sighed ecstatically and closed her eyes in happy concentration as she wiggled her tongue tip into his sweet little cock hole and felt the salty tang on her taste buds. She took her time, getting all of his delicious juices, reaming the little hole dry and empty, before she sighed again and then sucked his adorable little prick into her waiting mouth.
She felt its small pressure against her tongue, then its timid nudging of her silky cheek lining, and she was back in the past, happily sucking her brother's hard little cock, as if she had never grown up at all. Yes, it was just like Bruce's, this sweet, stiff, good-tasting boy prick that throbbed and explored in her soft-squishing mouth! She pressed it tightly between tongue and palate, and the boy moaned and dug his nails sharply into her shoulders. Suddenly fearful that she'd been too rough with him, she spat his cock out hastily.
"Are you all right, Donny?" she croaked. "Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, wow, no, Miss Harvey!" the boy panted. "It felt great! Please keep doing it, keep sucking my cock!"
Harriet breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sucked his bouncing, stiff prick back into the welcoming furnace of her mouth. She didn't have to be careful now, for the boy obviously enjoyed it, even her occasional roughness. She could let herself go, suck his lovely little cock as hard as she wanted! It would be so good, like having Bruce again, sucking and tasting him to her heart's content! She gurgled in anticipation, curled her tongue around Donny's happily imprisoned cock, and began to suck and tongue him loudly, lasciviously, with squishing, slurping noises. The boy whinnied like an excited colt, gripped her shoulders, and began pumping his slim hips, feeding his hard little boy cock to her with complete and joyous abandon.
As Harriet speeded up her noisy sucking and slurping of Donny's stiff, probing prick, she released her hold on one of his tight little ass-cheeks and wriggled her little finger into his anus, poking it mischievously in and out, matching the rhythm of her vigorous sucking. The boy trembled, groaned, and began to pump his hips faster. Then she released his other buttock, fumbled briefly for his fat, tight balls, and began stroking them and tickling them furiously. The boy began to breathe in rapid gasps with her triple pleasuring of his body....
As Miss Harvey stepped up her delicious play with his body, first the rough but delightful sucking of his cock, then the teasing, sweet invasion of his ass-hole, and finally the simultaneous, dizzying tickling and stroking of his sensitive, swollen balls, Donny felt ready to faint with pleasure. He wondered at the furious pumping of his hips, why he felt compelled to do that, and he experienced the overpowering urge to stab and thrust with his virgin cock deep into the hot sponge of her mouth. He had no notion of what was happening to him, and he didn't care, so long as the woman went on doing those wonderful things to him.
"Ah, ah, UH!" he panted, jerking his hips faster than ever, working his blind, frantic cock deeper into her hard-sucking mouth. The lewd tickling of his balls, the naughty probing and circling of her finger in his tight anus, were doing strange things to him, sending long, shooting thrills of sensation through his belly, setting up an exquisite rippling in his driving cock....Harriet moaned deeply as she felt the warning ripple in his smooth, hard little prick, remembering now, from her long ago experience with her brother, what it meant. Soon she would have what she wanted most, what she had been working toward all the time, a gasping mouthful of his delicious, creamy seed. The beautiful young boy would be cumming for his very first time, and she would be first to savor and swallow his fresh virgin sperm! Harriet set to work even faster, applying noisy suction to Donny's frantically wriggling cock, until the small boy was moaning steadily and jabbing his stiff little member against the back of her throat....
Donny felt as if his cock was ready to burst with its swelling contents. His rapidly probing prick kept stabbing her hard, hot throat, sending dizzying buzzes of pleasure through his twitching shaft, into his throbbing fat balls, to radiate through his loins. Then he suddenly felt the greatest pleasure of all, a sharp stab of joy that started in his pounding cockhead and rippled swiftly over his whole body. He felt his cock explode, felt it shoot burning jets of cream, endlessly, frantically, into Miss Harvey's lewdly sucking mouth. She was gurgling, grunting, eating the hot, sticky stuff that he pumped into her, in greedy ecstasy. He clung fiercely to her and made helpless animal noises.
"Uh, uh, HHUUUHHHH!" the boy grunted. "Oh, Jesus, aaahhhhh!" Then he laughed throatily in his joy as he went on pumping and jerking his hips in the spasms of his first cumming, feeding his virgin seed into the receptive, greedy mouth of the librarian. When the last hot droplet had squirted her throat, Donny sighed deeply and sank against her, exhausted and shaking.
Harriet Harvey reluctantly spat out his limp, empty prick and tenderly lifted him onto the couch. She was still swallowing the last mouthful of his delicious young seed, licking her lips, and hungry for more. She laid the flushed, panting boy down on his back, knelt before him and licked his flaccid, white little prick thoroughly clean of all its juices. It bounced placidly with the rough work of her tongue, and the boy sighed contentedly.
"You came, my darling," Harriet purred to the drowsy boy. "You came in my mouth, just like I wanted you to. Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" panted Donny. He was remembering again the older boys he'd seen "jerking off." Now he understood why they seemed to enjoy it so much! He'd never felt anything so wonderful in all his life.
"I enjoyed it, too, dear," Miss Harvey was saying in a warm, husky voice. "I liked sucking your cock very much-"
Her speech was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Harriet jumped to her feet, flushing with alarm. She'd lost all track of time, forgotten that her brother was due home at five! She'd have to work fast. There was no way she could explain to Bruce the presence of a naked little boy on the couch!
"Donny," she whispered hastily, "that's my brother coming home! He mustn't find you here, he wouldn't understand. Get dressed fast, and I'll let you out by the back door."
The boy obeyed, catching the note of panic in her voice, and as they heard the car entering the garage, they hurried to the back door of the house. Miss Harvey whispered quickly, "We haven't finished our talk, Donny, and I want to see your friend Juan, too. Both of you come to the library tomorrow afternoon. Now, run!"
"Right, Miss Harvey!" the boy replied, then took off like a shot down the alley.
Harriet watched him, admiring the slim grace of his body as he ran. She almost laughed to herself, at her blatant lust when she'd made her final request of him-she'd been flustered by Bruce's sudden arrival, but not too flustered to arrange another meeting with Donny and to tell him to bring his handsome, dark-haired friend! But the urge to laugh was quickly replaced by a staggering wave of shame. My God, what have I done? Out of the boy's presence, she suddenly saw herself as others might see her, a dirty old woman who had lured a little child into her house and sucked his cock! A horny old maid who liked to make little boys cum in her mouth! How could she ever explain that to anyone?
Harriet heard the front door open, then Bruce's voice: "Harriet, I'm home! Where are you?"
She summoned all her will power, forced a calm, normal expression onto her face, straightened up, and walked back to the living room. "Coming, Bruce!" she called. Each step was torture for her, an almost painful, unsatisfied rubbing of the swollen, drenched part of her legs. Now the excitement was over, now that she'd tasted and swallowed the boy's tasty cum, Harriet realized that she'd overlooked something, something rather important-her own climax. Stupid of me, she thought, and felt again an insane desire to laugh. She'd been so intent on sucking the kid's cock until he got his nuts off, she hadn't stopped to think how rampantly horny she'd feel afterward. Now her cunt gave steady contractions of desire, and she had to walk with her thighs pressed close together, to keep the gushing juices of arousal from dribbling down her legs. She needed to get away, just for a moment, to take care of her maddening need!
"Hello, Bruce," she said and smiled. "I'll be with you in just a minute. I want to change my clothes."
She whisked right through the living room and on to her bedroom, and her brother stared after her. There was something very peculiar about Harriet's manner, he thought, but he wasn't certain what it was. Somehow she was gayer than usual, almost hysterically bubbly, and her face was oddly flushed, her body trembling a little. It worried Bruce. He decided to give her a few minutes, then check to see if she was feverish. It was not at all like his prim, dour sister to be so girlishly gay.
Harriet hated to leave Bruce gawking suspiciously, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her own desperate need had to come first. The very pressure of her inner thighs, rubbing together as she walked, threatened to stimulate her into explosive climax. She staggered to her room, closed the door behind her, and stumbled onto the bed. Gasping and pressing her flushed face into the bedspread to stifle her frantic noises, she quickly reached under her dress, tore aside the soaked crotch of her panties, and plunged her middle finger up the swollen, squishing tunnel of her cunt. She groaned, pumped, clenched her teeth, and imagined feverishly that it was Donny's hard little cock that furiously reamed her thirsting vagina, sending sweet, heady jolts of pleasure through her thin, quaking body.
It didn't take long. She was far too aroused, had waited for too long a time, to hold out. A minute or so of furious frigging, and Harriet heard her own guttural cries of release, as if from a lewd stranger, as she ground her delighted, contracting cunt around her bony finger. "Uh, uh, UUHHHHH! Ooooohhh!" she groaned.
Half-conscious moments passed as she continued to probe her cunt with rapid fingering, getting every last, sweet jolt of orgasm, and then the exhausted, satisfied spinster sank limply onto the bed, drooling and gurgling with relief. Oh, God, it had been so good....
"Harriet! Harriet, are you all right?" It was Bruce's voice, anxious and insistent, at her bedroom door.
Harriet Harvey blushed furiously and jerked her dripping finger out of her still fluttering cunt. She prayed that her brother hadn't heard her helpless, animal noises as she frigged herself. She cleared her throat before answering.
"Yes, Bruce, I'm all right. I just fell asleep, I was so tired, and I had a nightmare. I want to take a shower now, then I'll start dinner."
"All right, Harriet," Bruce replied. "I'm sorry I woke you."
He went away more puzzled than ever. This strange behavior was not like Harriet, not like her at all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harriet spent a long time under the shower, trying to make sense of what had happened to her that day, but no matter how she approached it in her mind, the result was the same. She, Harriet Harvey, a hard-working, decent, and respectable middle-aged woman, had seduced a little child, a complete stranger to her, had taken him to her house under false pretenses and given him his first sexual experience. There was just no getting around these facts. The question was, what to do?
Again the answer was clear. She must stop. If she went through with tomorrow's meeting, enjoying both Donny and his friend Juan, the result must inevitably be exposure and disgrace. Harriet felt much more sensible now, and she could see plainly what she must do. Yet it made her feel deeply sad to stop now, just when she was enjoying sex, enjoying her body, for the first time in her adult life and perhaps for the last time. Erotic paradise was almost hers again, with the two young boys, but her long years of puritanical and repressed thinking forbade her to take advantage of the situation. It was unthinkable for a woman of her age and social reputation to consider such a thing. Such thoughts should be left to the perverts, sex fiends, and nymphomaniacs!
Harriet resigned herself, then, to giving up her wild ideas about Donny and his little friend, but even so, when she stepped from the shower, she felt very depressed. What she needed was a stiff drink, she decided. Usually she made a pre-dinner cocktail for her brother and did not touch liquor herself, but tonight would be an exception. She dressed in her favorite green hostess gown went to the living room, and found Bruce reading his newspaper. He seemed very relieved to see her.
"Well, well!" he exclaimed heartily. "Up and around! I'm glad you're looking better. I thought you were ill."
"No," she said and smiled, "just tired. I had a very hectic day. You have bad days sometimes, too, don't you?"
"I certainly do! But, you're sure you're better now?"
"Yes," said Harriet, crossing the room to the buffet, "except I think I'll break my rule and have a drink. It might pick me up a little. Are you ready for yours?"
"Oh, yes!" Bruce returned a feeble smile as his sister mixed martinis. Now he was definitely worried. He'd never known Harriet to take a drink before, except for her ritual one glass of champagne on New Year's Eve. There must be something wrong. But he could see that she didn't want to discuss it, at least not yet. He could wait. It never did any good to push his stubborn younger sister.
As soon as the strong drink began to warm her insides, Harriet felt immensely better. She sipped her martini and chatted with Bruce, and in a little while she felt so gay and relaxed that she decided to have another drink. Bruce, relieved to find her cheerful and talkative, joined her. And when it was time to fix dinner, Harriet took a third martini along to the kitchen, insisting that Bruce have another, too. She'd never realized before that alcohol might have some good uses, like lifting a person's spirits.
There was wine at dinner-Harriet allowed that as a matter of routine, although she generally did not approve of stronger drinks-and between them, brother and sister finished the bottle. By seven-thirty, when they moved to the living room with their coffee, Harriet and Bruce were very definitely drunk. It was a brand new experience for Harriet and a rare one for her brother.
Bruce knew that he was drunk, but he wasn't sure that Harriet realized her own condition. He certainly wasn't going to say anything about it, though. He liked the way liquor affected her. Although Bruce Harvey was very fond of his sister, he often wished she were gayer, happier, and in their twenty years of living together, he'd frequently grown tired of her prim, sour manner and the way she constantly preached against "sin" and "vice." He was no lush himself, but he wasn't a crusader, either. Now he was thinking, as he looked at the flushed, animated Harriet: Drink up, old girl, it'll do you good!"
For her part, Harriet was feeling very bubbly and silly. She couldn't seem to stop talking, and she didn't guard what she said. After all, Bruce was her brother, and she could say anything to him, couldn't she? Then suddenly she blushed deeply, wondering if Bruce remembered what she remembered, their childhood sexual play. A devilish idea came over her-to discover how much he recalled, how he felt about it. Her brother was rather a prig, actually, a stern, self-possessed man who never seemed to do anything wrong. It would be fun to see him lose his composure.
"Bruce," she said mischievously, "how far back can you remember, when you were little? Do you remember the games we used to play in the woods?"
Bruce Harvey frowned in concentration. It was an odd thing-he'd noticed it many times before-but he couldn't remember certain phases of his childhood. They seemed to blank out completely." Especially hard to recall was his twelfth year. No matter how he tried, he couldn't dredge up a single impression, not even a brief memory, of that time. Yet something in Harriet's question-perhaps her tone of voice, her peculiar, eager manner, or that phrase she had used, "games we used to play in the woods"-something was trying to come through to him, from some secret and buried part of his mind.
"Games, Harriet?" he asked curiously. "When was that?"
"Oh," answered Harriet, looking at him very oddly, "when I was seven and you were twelve. We played some lovely games, Bruce. I'm surprised you've forgotten. Take your time and try to think back. I want to see if you can remember."
Harriet waited and watched her brother as he frowned in thought. She felt a strange, wicked arousal as she pictured how Bruce would look when the memory hit him. He could hardly appear cool and proper then! She smiled to herself and curled up on the couch, willing to be patient until it all came back to him; it would be worth the wait, to study his reaction.
Bruce Harvey still did not know what his sister was referring to, but he sensed that it was not something good. Again the tone of her voice, teasing and insinuating, and the word "games," were setting off a persistent response in him, a message vague but threatening. Yes, somehow he knew that it had to do with sex. Bruce stiffened and scowled. Sex was a subject he didn't care to think about, and he was angry with Harriet for having put it in his mind. Yet how had she done so? What had she said, really, to make him remember...?
Still there was no recollection of his twelfth year, not even of his early adolescence, but everything else came back to him in a sickening flash, his whole miserable history of sexual failure. He recalled his attitudes as a young man, an exact reproduction of his parents' stern beliefs, that sex was wicked, a forbidden pleasure, and had only one legitimate purpose, the begetting of children. Bruce had decided that he would marry some day, because it was the proper thing to do, and that he would remain a virgin till then, because that, too, was what good people did. At the age of twenty-four he was still a virgin, having gone through college without ever dating a girl or even considering doing so: his career came first, he could not allow himself to consider marriage until he had finished his studies and gotten a teaching job. Then came the incident that destroyed all his good intentions.
Bruce was just out of college, had a job set for the fall, and was working as a lumber camp clerk for the summer, to save money for a car. All through June the pale, prim young man noted how the foolish loggers blew their pay checks every Friday night on cards, craps, liquor and whores. He felt superior, wiser, because he saved all the money he earned and could not be tricked into those childish, wicked pastimes. Then one Friday afternoon as he was leaving work, several of the loggers began to tease him for his frugal, solitary habits. They called him an "old maid," hinted that he was somehow abnormal in his sexual leanings, and challenged him to prove otherwise.
Bruce had utter contempt for their ideas, but he was stung by the taunt that he was a pervert of some sort. That, he could not endure: he was a decent, normal man, and he would show them! Grudgingly, coldly, he joined the men for a drink at the local saloon. He'd never drunk much before, and it got to him quickly. Soon a perverse thought entered his mind, though he tried to make it seem reasonable and right: in spite of his self-discipline, he was often tortured by sexual desire, and he wanted very much to know what sex was like. He would marry some day, and his bride would be a virgin: didn't it make sense, then, that he should have some experience, so he could guide her? Bruce had another drink with his logger acquaintances, and by the time he'd finished it, he'd decided to purchase the favors of a whore.
The loggers were delighted to hear his decision, and they quickly located a woman for him, a thin, tough looking creature in her thirties with dyed red hair, hard blue eyes, and too much make-up. She demanded ten dollars in advance, and when Bruce paid her, she shrugged and started to lead him off to the back part of the saloon.
"Go easy with him, Ellie," one of the loggers taunted. "The kid's a virgin!"
Bruce blushed furiously and followed the surly woman to a cheap, dirty little room with a rumpled bed. She didn't say a word to him, just shucked her gaudy clothes in a hurry and lay down on the bed, spreading her thin legs obscenely to reveal all her sexual parts. The sight of her red, wet vulva, and of her wickedly jutting breasts, made Bruce sick and terrified.
"Well, come on, come on!" the woman snarled. "I ain't got all night!"
Bruce shuddered and got undressed. He was determined to prove himself to these people, yet he didn't know how he'd manage it. The sight of the red-haired whore did nothing for him, and his cock dangled limply and forlornly between his legs. The woman glanced at it and sneered.
"What'sa matter, sonny?" she laughed. "You want your money back? It won't be no skin off my nose!"
Angered by her mockery, Bruce threw himself on her and kissed her viciously. She tasted of beer, smelled of sweat and cheap, strong perfume. He felt only disgust for her. But he'd paid ten dollars, and he might as well get something out of it. Roughly, he seized her legs and pulled them farther apart, determined at least to study her there, to know how a woman looked. At first he saw nothing that aroused him, only a fleshy tangle of mysterious female genitals. Then his eye rested on the white pucker of her anus, and his whole body trembled, burned. He didn't understand why the sight should arouse him, didn't realize that a powerful but buried memory was at work. His cock twitched, swelled, and became savagely hard and ready. He seized the woman roughly and turned her over on her belly.
"Hey," she chuckled, "that's more like it!"
Bruce didn't reply. He gripped the thin cheeks of her ass, climbed between her legs, and rammed his rock-hard prick against her tightly puckered ass-hole. The woman screamed in pain. He ignored her and continued to batter away at her resisting anal mouth, completely possessed with the need to enter and fuck her there. She screamed again and again, and suddenly there were thundering footsteps in the hallway, the door burst open, and the room was filled with half-drunk, shouting loggers who pulled Bruce off the screaming woman and pushed him to the floor.
"The bastard!" shrieked the tearful prostitute. "He tried to bugger me! He's sick in the head!"
Bruce would never forget the stares of contempt he received then, nor did he resent them. He felt contempt for himself as well. What was wrong with him? Why could he feel desire for a woman only at the sight of her anus? Why did he want to penetrate her there? It was many years before Bruce attempted sex again, and this time he chose a young, pretty, clean-looking call girl. She was very expensive, but educated, with good manners, and was kind and pleasant to him, but the result was the same. He could not get an erection until he studied and played with the girl's anus, and it was the only place he wanted to fuck her. For an extra fifty dollars she allowed him to do so, and Bruce at last lost his virginity in the perverse way he needed. The experience itself was marvelous, devastating, but the aftermath was terrible. When he had left the girl, he wanted to die of shame. He knew there was something very wrong with him, but he didn't know what to do about it.
After that, Bruce Harvey tried to dismiss sex from his mind as far as possible. When the pressure was too great, he masturbated. And once a year, on his birthday, he permitted himself a visit to a certain prostitute who specialized in the practice he craved. Now he was fifty and had never had vaginal intercourse with a woman. Marriage was out of the question, for what girl would accept his perverse form of love-making? Remembering all these things, Bruce Harvey shuddered with self-loathing....
Harriet watched her brother intently as he appeared to lapse into a long, distasteful daydream. She was very curious to know what he was thinking, whether he remembered their naughty but exciting games. Now Bruce shook himself, looked vaguely at her, as if waking from a deep sleep.
"Sorry, Harriet," he said. "I forgot what we were saying. I was thinking of something else."
Harriet could see that he had no notion of what she was driving at. He couldn't be so calm or cool if he did! In her drunken gaiety, she decided to prompt him. She felt a wicked desire to embarrass him, to shatter his maddening composure.
"Try to remember, Bruce," she said softly, huskily. "You were twelve, I was seven. It was summer, and we went into the woods behind the farm. We lay down in the grass. It was very hot. We looked at the clouds for a while, then you began to stroke my cheeks. Think...."
CHAPTER NINE
Bruce Harvey sat up suddenly, turned completely pale, and his eyes widened in terrible shock. Her words had done it: it all came back to him, in one dreadful image, the unthinkable experience they'd shared and he had blotted out for so long! He saw it all too clearly, how he had played sexually with his little sister, how their parents had caught them, how they had been fearfully, brutally punished. Bruce moaned and sank back in his chair, feeling faint and horrified.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, my God!"
"Bruce!" Harriet rushed to him, scared and contrite. How stupid, how cruel it had been to remind him! She held him in her arms, rocked him like a baby. "Oh, Bruce, forgive me! I'm sorry I made you remember!"
Bruce had always felt protective of his younger sister. Now he saw her distress and patted her hand gently. "It's all right, Harriet, don't be upset. It was just rather sudden, that's all. I need a minute to think. Will you go fix us a couple of drinks? Strong ones?"
Harriet smiled faintly and obeyed. She felt like kicking herself. Poor Bruce, this was going to be awful for him! He was so proud of his behavior, his reputation, his aloofness from irrational and foolish things like sex. The memory must be shattering to him....
Bruce Harvey sat stunned in his armchair as the long ago images raced through his head. There was no denying it, it had all happened. He forced himself to recall the day Harriet had spoken of, their first experience together, to make sure he had it all straight in his mind. He relived that day as vividly as she had, their first heady, beautiful discovery of each other's bodies-and as he did so, his face softened, his body relaxed. It had been an awful thing to do, yes, but they hadn't known that. They were innocent, ignorant children then, not realizing the meaning of what they did. And it had been pleasant, so damned pleasant....
Harriet was very much relieved when she turned from the buffet with the drinks in her hands and saw that her brother was smiling to himself. She had a strong hunch that he was remembering the same lovely day she'd recalled, that he was reliving the delightful new sensations they'd discovered together. She crossed the room, sat close to him on the arm of his chair, gave him his drink. He took a big gulp, gratefully.
"You remember it all, don't you, Bruce?" Harriet asked timidly.
"Yes," he sighed, "yes, I do." He patted her hand. "I must have buried it pretty deep."
"So did I," replied Harriet. "I only remembered it the other day, quite by accident. It was shocking at first, but after a while it seemed pleasant. All except the last time, that is. Do you remember that? When Father found us in the attic?"
"Christ, yes!" Bruce shuddered. He gripped Harriet's hand tightly as he saw their father's horrified, angry face, and remembered the ludicrous position they'd been caught in, Bruce fucking his sister in the ass, dog-style. And remembering this, he suddenly blushed with understanding: that accounted for his behavior as an adult, his fixation on ass-fucking! Of course! He'd been cheated then, forced to leave off his delightful anal copulation before he'd cum, and he must have been seeking to complete the act ever since then. What a simple cause, what a silly little reason, for the lifetime of sexual guilt and frustration! Bruce laughed bitterly.
"What is it?" Harriet asked wonderingly. "What are you laughing about, Bruce?"
Her thin, balding brother sighed and squeezed her hand. "I was laughing at the irony of it, Harriet. That one incident, Father catching us and punishing us, fouled me up for life. I've never been able to enjoy sex since then."
"I haven't, either," Harriet admitted, blushing deeply. At least not until Donny, she added to herself. But she couldn't tell Bruce about that! She went on, "I've been such a prude, a frigid old maid. It's been such a terrible waste."
"Yes," agreed Bruce. He was stroking her hand now, and his long thin fingers strayed up her bare arm, absently, softly. "But it's not too late, Harriet, not too late for either of us. We understand ourselves now, how wrong and twisted our attitudes have been. We're free to try again, to live normally. At least, I hope we are." He gazed into the distance, still savoring the memories of their childhood play, the intense, sweet, sexual satisfaction he'd sought all his life in vain. "Harriet," he said dreamily, "remember, that last day, what we were trying to do?"
Harriet blushed again, but smiled. "Oh, yes! You'd seen some dogs, and we, we tried-" She couldn't finish. Her stomach seemed to flip over with excitement, and she felt a familiar heat in her genitals. Her pussy spurted a little jet of hot juice that oozed out to moisten the crotch of her panties. Dear God, yes, she remembered!
Bruce felt the same sharp excitement, the swelling and twitching of his sexual parts, as he recalled their joyous but thwarted attempt to fuck like dogs. He grinned to recall the childish mistake they'd made, thinking it was done in the ass, not even knowing what Harriet's cunt was for. Of course, it had hurt her then, but now she was a grown woman, it might be different. Bruce felt rampantly horny all of a sudden. He knew he was drunk, almost bombed out of his mind, but he didn't care. It was time to live, time to make up for all the wasted years of frustration and inhibitions!
"Harriet...." He turned to look at his sister as she perched on the arm of his chair. His eyes were hooded, gleaming slits of man sexually aroused, a man thinking of only one thing. He felt his cock stiffen painfully in his pants, shivered slightly as his balls tightened and swelled. He saw that Harriet's eyes were half-open, too, lazy and warm, her lips slightly parted, her thin body flushed with lewd excitement and trembling slightly with desire. Harriet, his dear little sister! She'd loved his body then, when they were children; there wasn't a thing she wouldn't do with him or let him try with her. So why should it be any different now?
Bruce suddenly gave a low growl, grabbed Harriet around the waist, and pulled her roughly into his lap. She gave a squeak of surprise, and then he was kissing her hungrily, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth, one strong arm holding her tightly against him, while with his free hand he found and cupped her small firm breasts. Harriet had only a brief twinge of shock and alarm before she succumbed to the excitement of his tongue-probing kiss, his frantic fondling of her breasts. She met the snaking caress of his slick tongue with her own, she sighed lustily as her brother fumbled with the buttons of her dress and then slipped his hot, moist hand inside, under her bra, to seize her naked tits. Her hot pussy gushed its juices, and she clung fiercely to Bruce and moaned deep in her throat. She had to be drunk, wildly drunk, to do a thing like this! But, God, how could he stop? She needed him so badly!
Bruce broke their wet, steaming tongue-kiss and gazed at Harriet with wild, wide eyes, his hand still playing feverishly with her tits, tweaking and rubbing the hard little nipples. "Harriet!" he gasped. "I want you naked! Come down on the rug with me!"
"Bruce!" Her startled response was half shock, half giggle. She was too drunk and dizzy to move very fast, and before she knew it, Bruce had eased her onto the thick, soft carpet and was undoing the rest of her buttons. She lay quite still and gazed up at him with languid eyes, wondering vaguely how low she was going to stoop before this awful, sex-crazed phase of her life was over: first little boys, now her own brother! She giggled hysterically, but Bruce didn't seem to notice. His eyes were intent and feverish, his hands swift and determined, as he pulled off her clothes and gazed at her naked body.
Bruce licked his lips and reached out almost timidly to touch his sister. She was nearly as slim as she had been forty years ago, taut and boyish, except for the development of her small round tits and the slight swelling of her hips. Her snatch was girlishly small, golden brown and very curly, a tiny bush on her pouting mons. Bruce swallowed hard, then insinuated a finger between the puffed wet lips, found the fat throbbing bump of her clit, rubbed it gently. Harriet moaned softly, and he felt her cunt juices gush out to soak his prying finger. She was ready for him, all right, just as he was overpoweringly ready for her! Yet her flushed face looked a little frightened, not quite accepting his horny assault on her body. He again pressed his finger to her hot little bud, teasingly circled the shaft, and Harriet closed her eyes briefly, jerking her hips to his motions, groaning. Her cunt made a flood of juices on his hand, and he felt her clit swell and throb under his stimulation. He imagined she was conquered, willing-but then her dark blue eyes flickered open again in a look of protest.
"Bruce," she moaned, "no! This is wrong! Please stop, before we go too far!"
Bruce never took his burning eyes from hers as he deliberately and slowly climbed onto her slim body, covering her, and began to pump his iron-hard but still imprisoned cock against the fat, sensitive mound of her pussy. Harriet felt its insistent pressure and could not help thinking of how big, how stiff his cock would be, how it was ready to fuck her vigorously to the orgasm she wanted so badly. Still she protested, putting her hands against his chest and pushing, her face turned away now from his grossly horny gaze. Bruce spread her legs with his own, sank farther between them, and she felt the painfully hard bulge of his crotch butting rhythmically and lasciviously against the tender, eager pulp of her vulva. He was breathing very hard now, and he seized her wrists, pulled aside her protesting arms, and bent down to snake his tongue lewdly across her cheek, ticklingly into her ear.
"Harriet," he whispered, "you made me remember! Now you remember! You loved it then! You sucked my cock and ate my cum, you tasted my balls! I ate your sweet little pussy! We can do all that again, now, only it'll be even better! Let me show you, Harriet!"
Swiftly Bruce climbed off her and lay on his belly between her out-flung legs. The next thing Harriet felt was a delicious shock, so powerful that she screamed with pleasure, as he shoved his fat tongue roughly up her narrow but thirsting cunt.
"Uh, uh, UHHHHH!" grunted Harriet, her face breaking into an ecstatic, wanton grin, her hips bucking furiously for sweet friction, as Bruce tongue-fucked her into lusty madness. She'd never known such devastating joy in her life, and she howled abandonedly as her brother's thick, stiff tongue worked farther into her gushing vagina.
"Oh, Bruce!" she wailed. "Yes, yes! Make me cum!"
But to her disappointment, Bruce lifted his wet face from her pussy, grinning wickedly. "Mustn't be selfish, little sister!" he cackled. "You have to do something nice for me, too!" He tweaked her swollen clit-nub, rubbed it till Harriet squealed and writhed. "Wouldn't you like to do something nice for me, Harriet?" he taunted.
Harriet gasped, then flung herself on him and began pulling off his clothes like a wild woman. She couldn't wait to get at his thumping cock.
Bruce laughed and then stood up so she could strip him more easily. The frantic librarian whisked off his tie, shirt, T-shirt, shoes, and socks, then knelt trembling before him and unbuckled his belt. Her desperate fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants, and she began jerking it down roughly over the stiff, twitching bulge of his cock.
"Hey!" laughed Bruce, "take it easy! That's the part we need most!"
Harriet laughed nervously and forced herself to go slower, easing the zipper carefully over the swelling ridge of his prick. The long, hard organ seemed to beat against its imprisonment, frantic to be free. At last Harriet succeeded in pulling the zipper all the way down, and with an excited shudder, she slipped off Bruce's pants, then his shorts. Kneeling before in him awe, she gazed at his adult cock and balls, trying to recognize in them the young genitals she had played with as a girl.
But nothing was the same. Bruce was a mature man now, his testicles grotesquely swollen and covered with coarse wiry dark hair, his penis reddish, brutally distended, and menacingly long. The foreskin was forced back a little by his powerful erection, and Harriet could glimpse the huge purple glans with its large black hole, bubbling and dripping with lubricating ooze. His prick seemed gigantic to her, it's natural odors powerful and aggressive, so unlike the almost dainty sweetness of Donny's little cock. Yet once she had loved this thing, tasted and toyed with it. How could she reject it now? With a frightened but determined shudder, Harriet closed her eyes, reached blindly for her brother's big swollen cock, and guided it slowly between her lips, deep into the hot spongy receptacle of her mouth....
Bruce gasped with stunned pleasure as his sister sucked his sensitive, tight prick slickly between her moistened lips, along her burning, wet tongue, till she had drawn the huge organ all the way inside and his raw, eager glans nuzzled deliciously against the silky firmness of her throat. Dear Harriet, she still loved to eat his cock! If only he'd known that long ago! There were a hell of a lot of wasted years to make up for now! He drew his lips back in a snarl of pleasure as she began to suck on his dick with a vigorous, swift pumping action, and her fingers found his bristling balls and began to tickle and squeeze them in time to the sweet pressure of her sucking. He felt his fattened testicles tighten and swell even larger with their itching load, growled excitedly as he thought of shooting her noisily sucking mouth full of his cum. But, no, he had something else in mind. A few moments more of this delightful play, and then he would make her fulfill his wildest sexual fantasy, the one he'd longed for but never dared try....
Harriet felt her mouth painfully stretched by the width of Bruce's exploring cock, but otherwise the experience was much nicer than she'd dared hope. His taste was strong but good, and she liked the smooth texture of his shaft as she bathed it with her slick tongue. She squeezed his big, tight balls encouragingly, enjoying their hairy nuzzling of her palms. She wondered vaguely if he intended to cum in her mouth, what a lot there would be to taste and swallow. But then she felt him pushing gently at her shoulders, easing her away. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, finding his face eager but tender.
"Harriet," he whispered hoarsely, "that's very nice, but there's something else we have to do. They kept us from it, far too long, but now we 're free. We can do it now, just like we wanted to."
While he spoke, Harriet still knelt before him, her small mouth stuffed with his fat cock, gazing up at him with wide eyes. Now they widened even more as Bruce pulled away from her, his enormously elongated prick slipping from her wet mouth, dripping and wagging.
"What do you mean, Bruce?" she asked wonderingly. She was beginning to feel a little afraid of his concentrated, almost insane, lust.
Now he grinned wickedly at her and licked his lips. His eyes gleamed satanically, and his voice was think, rasping. "We're going to be doggies, Harriet," he smiled. "Two little doggies, you and me. There is no one around to keep us from playing, not now."
Bruce lurched suddenly to the carpet, landing on his hands and knees, his eyes still gleaming with evil excitement, his long, stiff prick swaying lewdly between his legs-very much, in fact, like the obscenely large penis of a dog. "Woof!" he barked, baring his teeth in a lusty canine smile. "Woof, woof, Harriet!"
Harriet didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was unspeakably wicked, the thing he wanted, and yet the sight of her usually dignified, reserved older brother romping around on the rug, woofing like a dog, was threatening to make her howl with amusement. She shouldn't have had that last drink, that was the trouble. She felt silly, carefree, and naughty. If Bruce wanted to play doggy, why not? It might be fun.
"Grrrr!" Harriet growled softly, getting on her hands and knees, too, and showing her sharp little teeth. She would tease him, play his game for a while, acting the part of a distrustful female dog to his horny male.
"Woof, woof, WOOF!" Bruce barked invitingly, scampering closer to her, then let his tongue loll out and began to pant in an uncanny imitation of a large dog. He pranced around her a few times, then, to Harriet's shock and embarrassment, stopped behind her and loudly sniffed her ass and genitals in canine greeting. She heard his heavy panting, felt his hot breath on her exposed wet vulva. It was wickedly pleasant. She giggled, then remembered that she was supposed to be a dog.
"Grrrr," she answered. She jumped away from him, eyed him curiously, hesitantly, then moved around behind him and sniffed him as he had done her. Again she almost laughed. Bruce's enormous, fat balls showed ludicrous and red between his legs, displayed to the world as blithely and unselfconsciously as any dog's, and his great stiff cock swayed lazily from his lower belly. She saw his wrinkled, brownish ass-hole making tiny sucking movements, open and shut, and she couldn't resist a surprise invasion of it with the point of her tongue. She stuck it swiftly, roughly, and wriggled it all around in the pungent flavorful tightness of his anus.
"AAaaa-roooo!" howled Bruce, like a baying wolf.
Harriet laughed and pulled her hot tongue out of his gritty ass-hole. She saw that his balls had stiffened even more, and that his tight-swollen cock was switching angrily back and forth, like a big wagging tail. Now Bruce gave a low, throaty growl and turned on her, his teeth sharp and gleaming. Harriet yipped and trotted away, but her brother bounded after her, panting and howling.
"ARRRRR!" growled Bruce.
"Eeeee!" yelped Harriet.
She ran around the living room as fast as she could on hands and knees, but the longer-limbed Bruce had the advantage and was soon breathing hotly on her buttocks. Then he jumped her, pinned her beneath his sweating, hot body, like a big dog mounting his mate. Harriet quivered half in fright and half in excitement but held her position on hands and knees, waiting to see what Bruce would do. He seemed determined to go on being a dog, to play the part to perfection.
First he sniffed hotly on her neck, then began to lick her wetly there, moving on to her ears and cheeks. Harriet giggled again, but Bruce only panted. She felt the sweat-soaked hairs of his chest and belly as he lowered himself a little, then the hairs of his thighs as he crawled up farther between her legs. He pressed outward, moving her legs farther apart, and then she felt the tickle of his cockhead against the wet softness of her labia. She moaned and quivered with excitement. The game was over for her now, all she wanted was the rough, swift thrust of his big cock into her creaming cunt.
But Bruce had always been a perfectionist in everything he did. This canine masquerade had to be perfect, too. "Grrrr, urrr," he growled, biting her rather sharply on the back of the neck, as his hard-tipped cock still poked blindly and fumblingly around in her tender labial flesh. Then she felt him shudder and draw back a little, the bloated head of his cock nosing into the dripping valley of her delicate cuntal mouth.
"ARRRRR!" Bruce growled savagely and rammed his enormous cock into her tight cunt as hard as he could, roughly, thunderingly. Harriet felt the breath being knocked out of her, felt her little-used cunt stuffed as never before. There was a lewd squishing noise as he tore into her, his bloated rod needing so much room that her pooling vaginal juices were forced out explosively to spatter on his belly. She felt the blasting impact of his cockhead on her defenseless womb, the stretching and aching of her cunt lips as they parted for the thick base of his prick. His huge balls wagged and tingled between her thighs.
Harriet caught her breath again and moaned with the most intense sexual pleasure she had ever experienced. This was what she'd always needed, the full, fat stuffing of her greedy cunt. She whined and wriggled around his impaling tool, loving every brutal inch of it. She forgot the dog game entirely, knew only that she was being deliciously fucked from behind by her brother.
"Ummmmm, Bruce," she moaned sensually. "Keep doing it to me, fuck me! Ahhhh!"
Bruce giggled, then teased huskily, "Nice doggie! Nice little Harriet!" He pumped his cock happily in and out with swift, short strokes, delighting in the unbelievable tightness of her cunt. Poor old Harriet, she obviously hadn't used it much! But he'd take care of that right now! Bruce was fully aware that he was balling his own sister and that she was digging it, squealing and whining her pleasure beneath him, but he felt not the slightest twinge of guilt. He felt instead a wild sense of revenge against all the stupid, puritanical teachings of his parents, and he wished desperately that his old man could see him now. He clenched his teeth as dizzying joy washed over him, began to bore harder, deeper into Harriet's exquisitely tight, sweet vagina, his balls tingling and slapping against her small ass.
"Ahhhh, AHHHH! God!" bellowed Bruce. "I'm going to cum, I can't hold out!" He was pumping furiously against her now, and Harriet felt ready to die of joy as his wonderfully thick cock tugged and rubbed her clit and pulpy labia, surged fat and hot into her squishing cunt, and thudded stiffly against her womb. She, too, felt herself flying, rising toward heady release.
"Yes, yes!" she shrieked. "Cum, Bruce, shoot me full of your seed! Oh, Oh, AHHHHH!"
Bruce felt his sister's narrow cuntal walls tighten around his driving cock, then begin to squeeze in and out with powerful muscular action, as she howled and shook in orgasm. He bellowed ecstatically and released his load, pumping her so full of hot, white cum that her small vagina couldn't hold it all. Brother and sister writhed and squealed in a warm, sticky pool of their own juices, till after long, sweet moments, Bruce's twitching cock was milked dry and limp. Harriet felt his shuddering, sweaty body sink heavily onto hers, and they lay panting on the carpet.
"Well," Bruce laughed exhaustedly, "so much for that boyhood dream! I suppose you should feed me Kennel Ration from now on!"
Harriet couldn't help giggling.
At last Bruce got up, and they both sighed as his limp prick slipped forlornly out of her cummy cunt. A few blushing goodnights, and brother and sister staggered off to their separate bedrooms.
Bruce Harvey slept very well that night. He felt like a new man. Not only had he discovered and conquered the cause of his sexual problems, he also realized that he could make it with women now, that it was possible for him to have a normal and satisfying marriage. He hummed to himself as he fell asleep. There was a pretty little woman at the high school, Miss Jennings, who taught music just across the hall from his classroom. He'd wanted to date her for a long time and had held back only because of his supposed perversion. He knew Miss Jennings was interested in him. Well, he needn't hold back any longer. He had a feeling it was going to be one of the quickest courtships on record. If only Harriet could be as happy as he was....
But Harriet was not happy. She tossed in her bed half the night, her pleasantly numbed cunt reminding her of what she and Bruce had done. Oh, it was nice to know that she could enjoy adult sex-but why in God's name had she let herself commit incest with her own brother? Was there to be no end to her wickedness?
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning Harriet arrived at work looking like her usual self, prim, stiff, and sour. None of the regular library patrons and none of the other staff noticed anything different about her. But inside, Harriet Harvey was a completely new person, a total change from the frigid old maid of a week ago. She recognized now that she had powerful sexual needs, an appetite that would no longer be denied, and she knew that she would satisfy her desires somehow. The only question was how. In a matter of days she had seduced a boy child more than thirty years her junior and had committed incest with her brother. What next? It seemed to the bewildered Harriet that she was headed irresistibly on a downhill course and that it must inevitably end in disaster. Her gloomy impulse was to surrender herself to events, to
"Live" while she could, and damn what happened afterward: yet the sensible side of her nature urged her to be cautious.
This afternoon would be the real test. Harriet shuddered to think what Donny and Juan would be expecting. No doubt Donny had told his friend all about his strange adventure with Miss Harvey, and Juan would be eager to get in on the action. She would have two handsome, innocent young boys willing to lend their tender little cocks and hairless balls to whatever wicked games she might devise. If she could hold out against that temptation, there might be some hope for her. But at this point, Harriet simply didn't know what her decision would be. Her newly aroused sexual appetite seemed to the unpredictable....
It was three o'clock of the same afternoon, and Donny Morrison was waiting impatiently on the front steps of the city library for his friend Juan. Maybe Juan wouldn't show up at all. He certainly hadn't believed the story Donny had told him last night, about how the grim, mean-looking librarian had sucked his cock until he shot his cum into her mouth. In fact, Juan had just about died laughing, then complimented Donny on his marvelous imagination. The indignant Donny had then challenged Juan to meet him at the library the next afternoon and see for himself. Now he wondered if his friend would even bother to show for such an unlikely event. It did seem pretty wild, but Miss Harvey had invited them.
Then Donny saw Juan in the distance, racing toward him, his blue-black hair flying in the wind. The handsome dark-eyed boy took the library steps in a few leaps and halted, panting, beside his blonde, blue-eyed friend.
"Sorry!" gasped Juan. "I missed the bus and had to run!" He got his breath back, brushed long hair from his eyes, and then looked mischievously at Donny. "Well, has she done it yet? Did she come out on the steps and play with your peter?"
Donny couldn't help laughing, the whole thing sounded so ridiculous. He could hardly blame Juan for being skeptical about it. Who would ever believe, in a million years, that a stern, strict old maid like Miss Harvey would take kids to her house and play happily with their genitals? But, if she'd been telling the truth, Juan would be convinced soon enough. Donny gestured toward the front door of the library.
"Come on, let's go in and wait for her."
Juan shrugged, grinned, and followed his friend. They strolled into the library, hands in pockets, trying to look nonchalant, and as they passed the check out desk Donny caught Harriet Harvey's eye. The skinny, sour-faced woman returned his gaze briefly but gave no other sign of recognition. The two boys then walked quickly to the sex section of the stacks to wait for her. As they arrived there, Juan gave a smothered laugh.
"Oh, come on, man!" he chuckled. "You can't tell me that old maid sucked your cock! It looks like the only thing she ever sucked was lemons!"
Donny sighed and whispered earnestly, "I tell you, it was just like I said! Honest! She took me to her place, had me undress, and then she took my peter in her mouth and sucked it! She really seemed to dig it! I don't know why, I didn't ask her-but that's what she did. And she sounded like she wanted to do it to you, too."
Juan grinned in complete disbelief. "Well," he laughed, "as long as we're here, we might as well have a look at some of these books. There's a few things I've been wanting to find out, like how girls look without their clothes. There must be a book that shows that."
"Oh, yeah, good idea!" agreed Donny. They commenced a silent search of the rows of books, and presently Donny took down a large red-bound volume entitled Human Sexual Anatomy. "This might do it," he whispered.
The two boys sat on the floor and began to turn the pages of the big book intently. Most of it seemed to be nothing but big, boring words. Toward the back, however, they found a section of full-page color illustrations, and they halted abruptly at a realistic painting of the external female genitals. To the inexperienced young boys it looked like a Martian landscape.
"Jeeze!" exclaimed Juan. "I never dreamed it would look like that!"
"Weird!" added Donny. "It doesn't seem right, somehow, though. Do you suppose they left something out? I mean, there's no peter, no balls-"
"Girls don't have any," answered Juan in a somewhat superior tone. "I know that much. But I see what you mean. How do they piss, I wonder? And what's all this stuff for?" He traced a brown finger over the red and pink convolutions of flesh in the diagram, ridges and depressions that seemed utterly mysterious in their function.
"Golly, I don't know," sighed Donny. "I'm just glad I'm not a girl!"
"Well, I'd like to know how all this works," said Juan. "Maybe we can get a girl to tell us sometime."
"Hey!" exclaimed Donny. "I just thought of something! Maybe Miss Harvey will show us hers! I mean, she didn't seem nervous about playing with all my stuff, so maybe she'd let us play with her!"
Juan laughed. "Oh, boy! That story again! Man, you really have an imagination, I'll say that! But-" He stopped abruptly and stared at his friend. Someone was coming! They could hear footsteps in the main aisle. Quickly Juan returned the big red book to its place on the shelf, and the two boys thrust their hands in their pockets again and made an innocent-looking study of the books on the other side of the aisle, a dusty collection of volumes on vegetable gardening....
When Harriet saw the two young boys enter the main room of the library, just after three o'clock, she struggled not to blush or to reveal in any way the near-panic she felt at their arrival. She had hoped she'd be spared this decision, that Donny would just forget the whole thing. But, no-not only had he come, apparently eager for more of her strange games, but he had brought his friend as well, no doubt fully briefed about Miss Harvey's unusual but exciting private life!
Well, she would have to deal with them somehow. Even if she stoutly denied the whole incident with Donny, she couldn't risk having the boy go to Mr. Grimsby, perhaps even to the police, and make charges against her. The mere suspicion could cost her her job and reputation. There were plenty of people, liberal types and free thinkers, who'd be only too happy to see her disgraced and shamed. Her only course was to deal with the boys privately and somehow make them agree to keep quiet. She had no idea at all how she would manage that, but the first step would be to take them to her house, where they could speak freely.
She drew herself up stiffly and marched back to the sex section of the stacks, where she knew they'd be waiting. Apparently it was the only part of the library they were familiar with! As she approached, she heard whispering and scurrying, and she knew just what was happening, even though she couldn't see it. They'd been pawing through those filthy books again and were trying to put them in order before she arrived! Harriet sighed.
Turning into the aisle, she found the two young boys apparently absorbed in reading a large green book entitled Cabbages For Fun and Profit. She couldn't help smiling at their transparent deception. Nor could she resist noting the pleasant contract in the appearance of the two friends. Both were sturdy, healthy, and handsome, but they were opposites in coloring. Donny was pink, blonde, freckled, and blue-eyed, Juan a natural tan, with black hair and lovely warm brown eyes. It would be exciting to see them standing naked together, to study the total contrast of their handsome bodies ... But, no! That was not her purpose. She cleared her throat menacingly as she approached the boys. They jumped and spun around to gawk at her.
Harriet assumed her crusading posture, thin arms folded grimly over flat chest, eyes hostile and slitted with suspicion. She knew very well how this appearance intimidated most people and made them apologetic and cooperative, even if they hadn't done anything wrong. It was ideal for making people feel guilty.
Donny swallowed hard, and his voice came out in a squeak. "Oh, hello, Miss Harvey!"
Harriet glared. "So! Back in your old haunts, are you? You two don't seem to learn very well! I very much doubt that you came here to learn about cabbages, either. No, I am not fooled! You will both go and wait at my car. We must talk privately."
Both boys turned pale, then shuffled off in fear and guilt. Donny couldn't figure out why he felt that way or why Miss Harvey had been so mean. Just yesterday afternoon, for Chrissake, she'd been kneeling over him as he lay on her couch, her eyes warm and affectionate, murmuring, "I enjoyed it, too, dear. I liked sucking your cock very much...." So, now what was the matter? Why should she change like that?
"Oh, boy," grumbled Juan as they walked dejectedly out of the library, "You and your bright ideas! I mean, it was a good story, but you didn't have to carry it so far! Now we're really in for it! She's so pissed, shell probably tell our parents everything, about how we were looking at that book and getting our cocks stiff and all that!"
"I'm sorry!" Donny sighed. "I really am, Juan! If I'd thought she was going to be like that, I never would have come back to the library! Wow, I don't understand it at all!"
The two boys reached Miss Harvey's big blue American car and leaned against it, silent now in their misery. In a few minutes they saw her walking toward them determinedly, her thin mouth set in its familiar grim line. She opened the front door for them, and they obediently scrambled inside. On the drive to Harriet's house, both boys were pale and silent. Harriet didn't talk, either. She was too busy trying to decide what to do with her young captives.
Probably her best chance was to play her knowledge against theirs. Donny was the only first-hand witness to her wild, depraved act, and people weren't- likely to believe his unsupported story. She could use her discovery of the boys, in the act of jerking off, to persuade them never to tell. That was it, then. She turned the big car into her driveway, parked, led the boys inside the house. Silently they all trooped into the living room, and Harriet motioned the frightened boys to sit on the couch. She pulled up a straight-backed chair and sat down opposite them, studying them with a look of apparent contempt and exasperation.
"'very well," she snapped, "Let's get on with it. I already know Donny, but I don't know you." She glared at the quaking Juan. "What is your name and age? Why did you return to that section of the library after promising to behave?"
Juan gulped, then answered timidly, "My name is Juan Gonzales, ma'am, and I'm eleven. I know I promised you I'd be good, that day you caught us, but, well-" He hesitated. The reason he'd returned to the library had been Donny's crazy story about Miss Harvey sucking his cock. He'd thought it pretty unlikely, but, on the other hand, he'd never known his friend to lie to him before, and if there was even the remotest chance of getting in on action like that, he wasn't going to pass it up! But he could see now that if he mentioned all this, Miss Harvey would be madder than ever. "Well," he went on lamely, "I guess I'm just bad, that's all. I wanted to look at those books again." He hung his dark head, not knowing what else to say.
While Juan talked, Harriet had been studying him. He was a sweet looking little boy, very pretty, with lively features and probably, when he wasn't scared, a lot of spirit and humor. She regretted having to bully him. She also regretted having to miss the opportunity to explore his smooth young body and play with his cock and balls as she had Donny's. Juan sat with his legs apart, as boys will, and she could plainly see the hard little bump of his crotch, making an enticing bulge in his jeans that somehow taunted her, mocked her. If only there was some way she could investigate it, have a chance to look at that boyish cock! She thought quickly, desperately, of how it could be managed without endangering her own position-and an idea came to her.
"Listen to me, Juan," she said sternly when the dark boy had finished talking. "Donny told me why the two of you originally came to the library and looked at that book. An older boy named Jimmy had teased you, hadn't he, and claimed that your peters were abnormally small?"
"Well, yeah," admitted Juan, blushing. "He told us the name of a book to look at, where it showed how big a peter should be. And we went to find out. But Donny says-" Juan stopped abruptly and blushed even redder. Donny had told him how Miss Harvey had inspected his cock and pronounced it normal in size. But if Juan admitted that, she'd probably be pissed as hell! He felt cornered, not knowing how to continue.
"Go on," prompted the stern librarian. "What does Donny say?"
Juan stuttered, but no words came out. Donny knew what the trouble was, what his friend was thinking about, and he felt the obligation to come to his rescue. After all, he'd gotten Juan into this mess! If Miss Harvey was going to get mad, she should get mad at him, Donny.
"The thing is, Miss Harvey," Donny said slowly, "I was telling Juan how you helped me out. I mean, how you looked at my peter and told me it was okay. How you said that Jimmy was just putting us on, and all that."
To their amazement, Miss Harvey smiled encouragingly. "That's right, Donny. That's just what I told you. I didn't want you to worry. Little boys often worry about the size of their peters, and in almost every case their worry is needless. I'm glad I could help you. But I don't want Juan to worry, either. I think it would be best if I had a look at his peter, too, to see if it's all right. I'd like to compare it with yours. Why don't both of you undress now, and we'll settle this question once and for all?"
The two boys gawked at each other. Juan was taking Harriet's words literally and feeling very strange. But Donny's heart was pounding with excitement. This was just the way she'd started yesterday, getting him to undress, then playing with his cock! Oh, wow, was she going to do it again, with both of them? That would really be wild! He nodded very slightly to Juan, signaling him to cooperate. Juan looked frightened, but he obeyed. Both boys slipped quickly out of their jeans, T-shorts, and Jockey shorts, then stood nervous and naked before Harriet Harvey.
Harriet's heart was pounding, too, harder than Donny's. She'd done it, pulled it off, without them suspecting a thing! She could hardly believe her good luck! She had two of them, two beautiful young boys, all to herself, and more than an hour to play with their delightful little cocks and balls before Bruce got home. She sighed deeply and made no resistance at all as her body responded to the situation, her small flat breasts abruptly tingling and swelling with excitement, her clit and labia puffing up and beginning to itch eagerly, her cunt giving a powerful contraction and starting the steady flow of hot juices that announced her arousal. She looked at the trembling, naked boys and licked her thing lips, happily, hungrily.
Juan was a little shorter than Donny, a little stockier and stronger, his body a deeper shade of tan, but still he was slim, pure, and beautiful compared to the brutish power of the adult male form. Harriet focused unabashedly and greedily on his young genitals. She was delighted to find them as pretty and virginal as Donny's-perhaps just the slightest bit smaller and fatter, but just as pleasing to her hungry eyes. The dark boy's little pale cock had the same delicate web of blue veins and ended in the same amusing wrinkled point, and his tiny round balls hung loosely, pinkly, from their hairless straps of flesh, just as Donny's did. She could hardly wait to touch him, but she cautioned herself to go easy, not to alarm the boys with her feverish eagerness.
Juan waited nervously as Miss Harvey studied his peter, wondering what her decision would be. He knew he was a little smaller than Donny, and he was afraid she would notice the fact and laugh at him. She was sitting very straight in her chair, her body held in its usual stern and authoritative manner, but he could see a strange gleam in her eyes as she gazed between his legs, and after a while she licked her thin lips as if she were tasting something.
Juan couldn't stand the suspense any longer. "Well," he squeaked nervously, "what do you think, Miss Harvey? I guess it's kind of little, isn't it?"
Harriet, who'd been lost in erotic thought, jumped a little and looked him in the eye. To his relief, her expression was gentle, and her voice was friendly. "Why, no, Juan, it doesn't look especially little to me. It seems quite normal for a boy your age. But you can never be completely sure until it gets hard. I won't know for certain until then. I'm going to make both yours and Donny's hard now, so we can find out. Don't be nervous. It won't hurt you. In fact, it will feel quite pleasant, won't it, Donny?"
"Oh, yeah!" the blonde gulped. "Don't worry about a thing, Juan!" He gave his friend a quick, secret wink. She was going to do it, all right! She would play with them in all those weird, delightful ways, until their cocks and balls were stiff and tingling with crazy urges. Then, if they were really lucky, she might just suck them off! Donny quivered happily and closed his eyes to enjoy what was to come. He was glad his friend could be there to enjoy it, too.
Juan was not so relaxed. It was beginning to look more and more as if Donny had told the truth, for Miss Harvey was proceeding in just the way he'd described. But still Juan just couldn't believe it. It was like some crazy dream, impossible to imagine that mean old lady enjoying such a thing. Well, all he could do was go along with it-he didn't want to make her mad again. He imitated his friend, closing his eyes and waiting.
Suddenly Juan gasped as he felt Harriet's soft, warm hand enclosing his small limp cock and squeezing it playfully. She wrapped her fingers soothingly around his little shaft and began to work the loose skin delicately up and down over his inner hardness. It felt good, very good. Juan sighed and relaxed a little, wanting her to continue. At the same time he heard Donny sigh, too, and he took a quick peek through slitted eyes. Oh, wow, it couldn't be happening! The thin, stern librarian was on her knees before them, one white little cock in each hand, pumping them slowly and tenderly, her face alight with lewd pleasure....
As Harriet left her chair and knelt on the carpet only a few inches from the naked boys, she felt her excited cunt gush out a flood of juices, soaking her panties and dripping through to run hotly down her thighs. It was all too good, too sweet, to be true! Two lovely boys to play with and enjoy in whatever way she wanted! She had intended, at first, only to touch and compare them before letting them go under a vow of silence. But as she took their sweet, soft pricks in her hands, she knew that she wouldn't stop at that. No way! How could she bear to cut short a golden opportunity like this, how could she deny herself what was- likely to be the most exciting sexual experience of her life? She would go on to the end, not giving a damn about anything else!
Flushing hotly with excitement, Harriet began to pump and squeeze the exquisite white little cocks that nestled trustingly in her hands. It was wild, delightful, to play with two pricks at once! Both boys shivered, trembled, and sighed as she worked on their cocks, keeping their eyes tightly shut to concentrate on the beautiful sensations she was giving them. The dark boy, Juan, seemed just a little nervous, so Harriet was extra gentle with him, pumping and rubbing his doughy, drooping cock with delicious slow pressure.
Pausing then, the excited woman let both small organs rest in the palms of her hands and watched as they twitched and wobbled a little before subsiding limply and warmly into the nest of her flesh. She grinned mischievously to herself, then began to bounce the small plump cocks up and down on her palms, delighting in the way they flopped and wriggled and landed with a limp plop from every brief flight. They were-like two fat, drowsy, white worms, refusing to wake in spite of her vigorous play.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Hmmmm," she murmured, "what nice cocks you both have! I'm going to compare the heads of them now. Just stand very still while I do it."
The two boys sighed together, though for different reasons. Donny knew what was to come now-the delicious slow retraction of his foreskin by Miss Harvey's skillful fingers-and he sighed with eagerness. Juan had no idea what she meant to do, and he sighed with regret, thinking that her pleasant toying with his penis was over. But both boys stiffened and gasped with delight as Harriet seized their wrinkled prepuces between thumb and finger and began to tug them back, teasingly, gradually, exposing with dainty slowness the secret red glans.
Harriet's fingers trembled a little as she worked, and she felt eager saliva pool in her mouth as she thought of the twin red nuts she was soon to enjoy. Already she could see the dark fleshy tips of the boys' glans peeking out of their limp white sheaths, and in a few more moments, by gentle jerks and tweaks, she had uncovered most of the bright-gleaming glans. She was tempted by her own impatience to complete the exposure in one swift tug, but she did not wish to frighten the boys. Instead she eased the twin foreskins back very slowly until they were entirely retracted, then gawked hungrily at the two cherry-like tips of the little cocks.
"You have very handsome peters! "she exclaimed to the quivering, sighing boys. "'very healthy and nice! I wonder how they taste?"
Before either boy could respond, Harriet growled deep in her throat and dipped her head downward, flicking out her wet, horny tongue to nuzzle and lick first Donny's tender glans, then Juan's. The boys gasped in chorus and automatically leaned forward to rest their hands on Harriet's shoulders, Juan on the right and Donny on the left. The ecstatic woman then set to work noisily and rapidly, licking their quivering young cocks with the deliciously firm, slick tip of her tongue. She groaned and savored their salty, pure juices, dug her tongue tip deep into the little dark holes of their glans, slurped and gurgled and sighed as she circled their gleaming cock heads with her eager tongue.
But even this incredible, heady experience was not enough for Harriet, now that she had decided to let herself go and enjoy the boys' genitals without guilt or reservation. Two cocks were beautiful, but she wanted them both at once! Growling lustily, she reached out and put her arms around the boys' slim hips, moved the two friends closer together until their naked bodies were touching. Now she had both wobbling redheaded little cocks side by side, nuzzling and bumping each other blindly. With a gurgling, animal noise, she dipped her head and sucked both young pricks into her mouth....
Donny's head spun with excitement as Miss Harvey's tongue made its first hot, slurping contact with the highly sensitive flesh of his glans. Oh, jeeze, it was just what he'd hoped for! He hoped now that she'd go on licking his thumping dick for hours, it felt so great! He quivered and moaned lightly as her tongue traced a burning circle around the head of his cock.
Juan had enjoyed Miss Harvey's slow, teasing retraction of his foreskin, but he hardly anticipated a pleasure as great as this! When her slick pointed tongue first wormed its way into the hole of his glans, he hadn't even realized what it was, he'd only quivered with the most exquisite physical pleasure he'd ever known. But his curiosity impelled him to sneak a glance at what the older woman was doing, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head! The thin spinster librarian was licking the head of his cock like it was candy! He'd never heard of a thing like that, and for a moment he was shocked, but when her slick tongue tip darted in a dizzying circle all around the. sensitive base of his glans, he didn't care. He only wanted her to go on doing it to him.
Now, as the greedy Harriet sucked both young cocks into her hot, spongy mouth, rubbing the shafts together with the fierce pressure of her tongue and cheeks, the two boys gasped, gripped her shoulders hard, and felt identical sensations, the quick shock of stiffening in their wagging balls, a delicious rippling of cock-skin, and then the sudden hardening of their hotly bathed little pricks. Two fierce erections wriggled and quivered in Harriet's lewdly working mouth, two small stiff cocks nudged the silky lining of her cheeks. She sucked happily, noisily on her prize, while the boys began to moan and jerk their slim hips, feeding her their young aroused pricks in blind, animal motions of fucking.
"Oh, jeeze!" shrieked Juan. "That feels so great, Miss Harvey!"
"Yeah!" agreed Donny. "Oh, boy, suck our cocks! This is wild!"
Harriet was only too happy to obey. She increased her delicious suction, making a loud slurping noise, squeezing the two stiff, bounding little cocks together as they poked and probed wildly in her hot mouth. She gripped the boys' tight, smooth little asses in her hot hands and pulled their handsome bodies closer to her busy lips, till their hard little cockheads were butting the back of her throat. She thought blissfully of the mouthful of cum she'd get soon, more than she'd ever been allowed to taste and swallow before. It was a perfect fulfillment of all her deepest erotic dreams, to be sucking off two little boy cocks at once!
But Harriet wanted to prolong their delightful play, to enjoy their handsome young bodies as long as she could. Wickedly, and to the immense disappointment of Donny and Juan, she spat out their wildly jerking little rods and looked up at the boys' flushed faces.
"My, what hard cocks you have!" she grinned. "My mouth was getting a little tired. We'll do something else for a minute, something nice, and then I'll suck your dicks again."
Both boys sighed but did not protest. Whatever this strange woman did to them, it seemed to be pleasant.
Now she suddenly reached between their legs and cupped their fat little balls in her hot hands. She smiled happily to herself, oblivious to the boys' incredulous stares, and began gently bouncing the reddish rubbery globes on her palms. With their erections, the boys' balls had plumped up, too, filling tightly with their virgin seed, though neither Juan nor Donny had any idea what all that action was for. They only knew that it felt good when Miss Harvey played with their growing, fattening testicles, first the tender bouncing, then a gentle cupping and squeezing. They closed their eyes again, resting on her shoulders, and Harriet nuzzled ticklingly between each pair of slim legs in turn, flicking the sweet, hobbling globes with her wet tongue. Then she began to lick, taste, and lash more vigorously, making the boys' pink, tingling balls gleam with her saliva. That was very nice, indeed, the boys thought, almost as nice as having their cocks sucked!
"Ummmm!" muttered Harriet. She seemed to love the taste of their young, flapping balls, and now she was slowly and tenderly sucking them into her mouth, one after the other, and palpitating them with her big tongue.
As she moved leisurely and deliciously from one testicle to another, the boys moaned delightedly, and at the tip of both their small stiff cocks there appeared a creamy white droplet, oozing slowly out of the holes of their glans. Harriet noticed this, and with greedy eyes she left off sucking their balls, darted out her tongue, and lapped up the pearly bubbles from the tips of their cocks, tasting and savoring their subtle differences.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned deliriously. "I want to suck both your cocks again! I want you to cum in my mouth now!"
The boys quivered eagerly and poked their small hard rods rhythmically in her eager face. Donny knew what was to happen, but he could hardly wait to have his achingly stiff peter sucked into the hot comfort of her mouth, to be vacuumed and pressured and squeezed by her expert tongue and cheeks until he shot his wad blissfully into her tight throat. Juan didn't know quite what to expect from this "cumming" business, except that Donny had told him there was nothing else like it, that he would squirt cream from the end of his peter and feel like crying out with joy. Harriet grasped the boys' hips again, urging them closer together, and they quickly obeyed her touch, moving to make their cocks meet and rub snugly together in one enticing, jutting rod.
Harriet moaned in anticipation of the feast that was to come, then bent down and sipped the sweet red tips of the boys' pricks, sucked them slowly, with hot, gentle sliding, all the way inside the furnace of her mouth. She rubbed her tongue over the two quivering, stiffly poking rods, squeezed them wetly between her' cheeks, then began a wild, noisy, vigorous sucking that made both boys squeal with intense pleasure. They began to jerk their hips as fast as they could, nudging her hard throat, bumping the tips of their frantic cocks together, and groaning steadily as she sucked them harder and harder, drawing them relentlessly back into her greedy hot throat.
Harriet groaned her approval, her mouth happily stuffed with leaping, bounding cocks, and then her steadily contracting cunt pumped out a steaming pool of juice as she felt the first sharp, hot squirt of Donny's little prick, a teasing plop of salty cream deep in her throat. She sucked faster and harder, urging him on, and the boy squealed happily, battered her chin with his jerking loins, and shot a delicious thin stream of hot sticky boy cum into her gulping mouth. Juan's small pounding cockhead was showered with the stuff as well, hotly and sweetly bathed as it collided deep in Harriet's mouth with Donny's squirting glans. The dark boy moaned, felt his balls cinch up and begin to pump their load through the rippling shaft of his driving cock, and then he, too, squealed with delight as he felt his virgin cum shooting out in long fiery streams, mingling with his best buddy's cum in her cock-torturing, cum-drinking mouth. Harriet gurgled, almost wept with joy, and frantically tasted, lapped, and swallowed every sweet drop of sticky little boy cum the boys fed her. She seized their tight, straining buttocks, fingered their moist, fragrant ass-holes, pulled their bodies fiercely to her, and pumped them dry.
At last Harriet released the exhausted little boys and let them fall, flushed and panting, onto the couch. She licked her lips, savoring the very last of the salty cum that had flooded her mouth, and swallowed, regretting that it was all over so soon. Then she bent over' the weak and half-faint young boys and licked their limp little cocks clean.
"Oh, man!" sighed Juan, his eyes flickering open at last to rest gratefully on Harriet's flushed face. "So that's 'cumming' "
"Yeah," breathed the satisfied Donny, "isn't it kick ass, Juan?"
"It sure it!" his friend agreed. "But, hey, Miss Harvey, you never did tell me whether you thought my peter was okay! Did it seem normal to you?"
"Oh, yes, Juan," purred Harriet, "it was just fine! You have nothing to worry about."
"Well, that's a relief!" sighed Juan. While Donny lay drowsy and resting, the more energetic and curious dark boy sat up and looked eagerly at Harriet. "Say, Miss Harvey, I bet you know all about these things! Maybe you could tell us about girls. I mean, we've never seen a girl undressed before, and we got the idea that they're different from boys, only we're not sure how. We were looking at a book in the library, with a picture of how girls are supposed to be, but it was kinda hard to understand. Don't they have peters or balls or anything like that?"
Harriet laughed. It seemed that every generation of little boys had to make this astounding discovery all over again. She remembered Bruce's look of utter disbelief the first time he'd seen her naked pussy, how he couldn't understand a person operating normally without male equipment.
"No, Juan," she replied warmly, "girls don't have cocks or balls. They have other things, things that are just as useful and just as much fun. They pee through a little hole between their legs, and they have an anus, just like boys do. But they have other things that boys don't have, like a cunt."
"What's a cunt?" Juan and Donny chorused eagerly.
"It's a middle hole between a girl's legs, for babies to come out of later, when she's grown up, and for fucking."
"What's fucking?" they chorused again.
Harriet blushed at her open usage of such words, but felt they were better than complicated scientific terms. Now she laughed at the boys' complete innocence. "Well," she began, wondering just how to explain things, "fucking is when a man and woman make love, to start a baby or just to enjoy each other. The man puts his cock in the woman's cunt and moves it in and out, and it's a lot of fun for them both. At the end, they both cum."
"Does the girl squirt cream, too?" asked Donny.
"No," said Harriet, "but she feels just as nice as you do when you squirt yours." The talk was going so easily, the boys so open and anxious to learn, that she got a lovely idea, a plan for more fun which she knew they'd readily accept. "We still have some time," she said invitingly. "Would you like to see a cunt? I could show you mine, and you could touch it and find out what it's like."
"Oh, boy, yes!" cried Juan.
"Sure!" agreed Donny. "That'd be a lot better than looking at a book!"
"Well, come on, then," laughed Harriet.
She led the two eager boys to her bedroom, conscious of the fact that this was her ultimate and final surrender to her own worse nature. It was not enough for her to have sucked off the two little boys. No, she must offer them her own body as well! But Harriet Harvey was beyond caring at this point. She'd already done enough with Donny and Juan to disgrace herself forever, so what did it matter what she did now?"
Harriet pulled down the covers of her double bed and turned to the excited boys. "In you go!" she smiled. "I'll be right with you!"
Juan and Donny obediently hopped onto the bed, then watched in utter fascination, hardly breathing, as Harriet began to take off her clothes. They'd never even seen a woman in her underwear before, let alone naked. An older, experienced man would not have been much impressed with the sight of Harriet undressing: she was too old, too flat, and too thin to fulfill anyone's dreams of the ideal American girl. But to Donny and Juan the whole thing was a realization of their wildest fantasies. It was hardly to be believed, that they should be allowed to loll on a big, comfortable bed and watch a grown woman take off her clothes and show them everything they'd always wanted to know about the opposite sex! At last Harriet had discarded the final article of clothing, and the two boys stared at her body.
To Donny and Juan her breasts seemed quite large, a curious but somehow lovely appendage denied to boys. The rest of her body was not too much different from theirs, aside from being more rounded in the hips and daintier in the limbs, with one exception-the strange little bush of golden hair that puffed between her legs and the apparently complete absence of genitals. The boys stared at her snatch in awe.
"I know," blushed Harriet, "it doesn't look like much! Everything is hidden."
To illustrate her point, she joined them on the bed, stretched out on her back, and spread her legs wide, wondering at her own boldness but at the same time feeling sharp excitement. "Now," she ordered, "Look at that."
They looked. They could hardly help it. They'd never dreamed it would all look like that, an amazingly complicated set of folds and valleys and holes whose function they couldn't even guess at. The flesh varied from light pink to dark red, and was puffy, moist, and gleaming. It was all fringed with soft, curly hair.
"Golly," muttered Juan, licking his lips in concentration, "how does it all work?"
Harriet forced a patient smile. She was getting a little tired of playing the teacher at this point. She wanted to be touched and played with. Quickly she pointed out the major parts of her mysterious apparatus. "This is the anus, just like yours. And here's the cunt I was telling you about. Here is the pee hole, and then this bump here is called the clitoris-that's where a woman-likes to be touched most of all. Now I have a game for us to play."
She quickly arranged the boys in the posture she wanted, kneeling on either side of her with their little white asses toward her face. She spread her legs wider, so the boys could easily explore her parts. "All right," she said nervously, "you can touch me wherever you want and I'll do the same to you."
The boys were too timid to touch Harriet at first. They only knelt and stared. But Harriet went right for the place she wanted, the one place she had caressed but hadn't toyed with yet, the small, tight, puckered openings of their anuses. Swiftly and skillfully she worked her little fingers into the tight-muscled openings, just a short distance at first, and began a teasing circular motion. Both boys squeaked, then sighed with the naughty pleasure of having their ass-holes poked by Miss Harvey's expert fingers.
"Do you like that, boys?" Harriet asked softly.
"Ahhhh!" sighed Juan.
"Ummmm!" mumbled Donny.
Harriet continued her slow, mischievous probing of the two sweet little anuses, and the boys soon felt lusty and emboldened. Half-consciously moving their asses in time to her strokes, helping the steady by minute progress of her fingers up the narrow, hot passages, the two boys felt the stirrings of sexual excitement and were prompted to reach out and touch all the female parts offered to their curious hands. Juan first stroked Harriet's pussy fur, finding it very soft and pleasant, while Donny explored her tits with gentle, sweaty hands, rubbing the small brown nipples into stiff erection. Harriet moaned softly and gave their ass-holes a rewarding poke.
Juan remembered what Miss Harvey had said about the small fat nub of flesh called the clitoris-that a woman liked to be touched there best of all. He sensed, too, that her sexual parts were as sensitive-and tender as his own, so he proceeded carefully. With one slightly grubby, brown index finger he touched the little nub and rubbed it briefly. Miss Harvey gasped, then sighed contentedly, encouraging him to continue. He did so, circling the fat red shaft with his finger, and he saw all her secret parts puff up and grow moist.
Meanwhile Donny was gathering his courage. What he wanted was to explore the hole called the cunt, to see how big it was and what it felt like inside. He waited and watched as Juan palpitated Miss Harvey's funny red bump, making her sigh and smile and causing her labia to swell and grow wet. When he was sure that she was digging it all and very ready to be touched, he timidly bent over and wriggled his forefinger into the recessed middle hole between her legs. It was very hot and juicy inside, pleasant to feel, and his finger slipped easily up the slick length of her cunt until it was all the way in. Man, it was long! He'd gotten his finger in as far as he could, and he still couldn't feel the end. He understood now, though, that the passage was designed to serve the adult penis, like the one he'd studied in the library, and so it would have to be pretty large. He worked his finger around in her cunt, stimulating it to squirt hot, sticky juices that oozed out and soaked his small hand. Miss Harvey seemed to enjoy what he was doing. She was beginning to move her hips, rubbing all her red, wet folds against his hand, and her thin lips were drawn back in an abandoned smile.
Harriet moaned steadily with the incredible joy of having her clit and cunt massaged and caressed by the boys' gentle hands and fingers. But she didn't forget her work, either. By now she'd slipped her two little fingers all the way up the boys' wriggling asses, the white, puckered mouths sucking rhythmically at the base of each finger. She began a very gentle in and out motion, arousing the boys to a steady pumping of their asses in time with her delicious friction. Then she used her free fingers to tickle their limp, flopping balls, bouncing and nudging them till they grew rosy pink and began to stiffen. Both boys returned the favor by working faster, with sweet flying fingers, on her clit and cunt. Juan, who seemed the more aggressive and daring of the two, used his free hand to poke a small stiff finger up Harriet's anus, so that she was getting beautiful jolts of pleasure from three sources now.
"Ohhhh!" moaned the flushed librarian. "That's lovely! How do your cocks feel?"
"Mine's all stiff again!" yelped Juan as she gave his ass-hole a delicious poking.
"Mine's getting hard, too," sighed Donny, "and my balls are all swelled up!"
Harriet began to finger-fuck the boys' anuses very swiftly and dizzyingly, and they both moaned and pumped their handsome small asses. "Oh, wow, Miss Harvey!" cried Juan. "This is great! But I want to try that other thing, too, what you called fucking."
"You certainly are an eager learner, Juan!" laughed Harriet. "All right, you can try it." She kept her voice playful, but her loins were hot and churning with excitement as she thought of his small stiff prick nosing into her cunt to poke and jab away his virginity, to bang her innocently into a desperately needed orgasm.
Harriet sat up and assessed the situation. She was taller and heavier than Juan, so she wouldn't sit or lie on him. Donny backed off a little to watch his friend, and Harriet held her arms out. "Lie on me, Juan," she said huskily, "get between my legs."
The dark boy eagerly obeyed, climbing atop Harriet's thin, flushed body, his head coming only to her tits. Harriet trembled with excitement. "Now," she moaned, "put your cock in my cunt, Juan!"
Juan did his best to obey, as eager as she was to try the experiment, but he couldn't seem to find the right place. Harriet winced as she felt his sharp little cock jabbing blindly and roughly against her belly, her clit, her labia, but failing to slip into her juicy, waiting cunt. "Here," she sighed, "Let me help you."
She seized his furiously poking stiff cock and guided it to the wet, gasping mouth of her vagina. Penetration was easy. Juan's deliciously hard little rod squished all the way in with his first poke, and he and Harriet gasped with pleasure and began pumping their hips in the motions of fucking.
"Uuhhhh!" gurgled Juan. "Oh, man, this is great!"
"Ahhhh!" sighed Harriet, loving every fierce little thrust of his virgin cock. "Yes, Juan, fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
The slim brown boy bounced and pumped on top of Harriet, his eyes tightly shut, his white teeth clenched, as he sought instinctively to dig his cock deeper into her, to bury his maddened prick in her spongy hole. He felt blinding buzzes of pleasure from the tip of his cock with every thrust against the hot slick wall of her cunt. His urge was to bang her harder and swifter with every prick stroke until he shot his load, and he pumped his small ass blissfully toward that goal, thinking dizzily that this fucking business was the biggest kick of his young life.
But for Harriet it was not so great. She loved the sweet hard thrusts of his stiff white prick, but his boyish rod was too small for her mature vagina, its base too narrow to tug and stimulate her labia, its shaft too short to penetrate her fully. She needed more cock, desperately needed a larger, fatter organ to pound and stuff her to orgasm. Feverishly she glanced at Donny. The blonde was sitting beside them watching in total fascination as his friend's stiff little cock flew rapidly in and out of Miss Harvey's cunt. He was anxious to have his turn at this wild new game, and his own fat prick was twitching impatiently.
"Donny!" gasped Harriet. "Put your cock in me, too! There's room for both of you!"
She swung over on her side, taking the wildly rutting Juan with her, holding him tightly in her arms so that he didn't miss a stroke. He was so absorbed now in having his first fuck that he didn't even notice the change of position, just went on happily poking away in the squishing hole that engulfed his frantic cock. Donny cuddled up to Harriet's thin back, wriggled between her legs, and began nudging his excited, tight prick in the general direction of the action. Mainly by luck, his blind strokes landed his cock at the slippery, sucking mouth of Harriet's cunt just as Juan was thrusting his dick in, and Donny's prick was pulled along for the ride. He felt his cock heading in alongside Juan's, then the burning wetness of Harriet's muscular cunt wall, and in this first virgin thrust of his prick he knew what to do. He must keep feeding it to her, poking her, until his sensitive, excited glans was rubbed into an explosive cum. He closed his eyes and banged away happily, keeping perfect time with Juan.
Harriet moaned in complete bliss, filled and jabbed by two young cocks, at last getting the friction and stretching she craved. It was wild to realize that she was deflowering two boys at once, getting the most beautiful double fucking any woman ever had! Their warm, sweaty bodies hugged her on both sides, their stiff, eager cocks split her with boyish energy as they smashed together inside her cunt, and she abandoned herself utterly to her dizzying flight toward orgasm.
"AAAaaahhhh!" shrieked Harriet. "Fuck me, boys, fuck me, UHHHHHH!" Her thin body exploded then in wild convulsions of cumming, rocking the two youngsters and making them cling desperately to her to keep from being thrown off.
Donny and Juan felt the powerful grip of Harriet's mature vaginal muscles, contracting, milking, and pumping their fat little cocks, and both boys filled the room with their surprised and delighted shrieks as they felt hot sperm jet from their squeezing balls and out the throbbing holes of their glans, their cUm intermingling and bathing their intertwined cocks inside one cunt. They banged away furiously, joyfully, to squirt her full of their little boy cum, and Harriet sobbed gratefully.
"Oh, yes, my darlings!" she moaned. "Give me your cum, give it all to me!"
At last the sweating, trembling trio fell into a limp triangle on the bed, and Harriet sighed deeply as a hot little trickle of their whipped-up sperm ran from her satisfied cunt to pool on the sheet.
"Jesus," muttered Juan, "I practically fainted!"
"Me, too!" exclaimed Donny. "Fucking is outa sight!"
"It certainly is!" sighed Harriet, giving both boys an affectionate squeeze and kissing their cheeks.
They lay quietly and drowsily for a few minutes more, until Harriet happened to glance at the clock on her dressing table. It was almost five, Bruce would be home any minute!
"Oh, dear!" squeaked Harriet. "Look at the time! You must dress quickly and leave, boys! I don't want my brother to find you here!"
Donny and Juan fumbled into their clothes, and Harriet seized her robe from the closet. They'd hardly finished covering themselves when they heard Bruce's car in the driveway and then a car door slamming.
"You won't have to time to use the back door!" whispered Harriet. "Quick, out the window!"
She threw the bedroom window up, and the boys climbed out and ran down the alley.
When they'd slowed down, panting, a few blocks away, Donny gasped, "See, I told you the truth, didn't I? She sucked our cocks and everything!"
"Yeah," sighed Juan, "but I still don't believe it!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Back at the Harvey house, Bruce found his sister flushed and animated, but he was too excited himself to worry or think about it. Miss Jennings had agreed to marry him, he announced to Harriet. The wedding would take place as soon as possible.
"Oh, Bruce," Harriet exclaimed, "I'm so happy for you! You certainly didn't waste any time, though, did you?"
"Nope," Bruce chuckled. "The way I look at it, Harriet, the time to live is now. It's stupid to keep putting it off for the future.
Harriet wholeheartedly agreed with her brother, and she envied him, too. He had found the answer to his needs so simply and quickly, and he seemed to have no misgivings or doubts about what he wanted. She wished gloomily that things were just as simple for her. The thing she wanted and enjoyed-the love of young boys-was exactly the thing she must give up if she valued her job, her reputation, and her freedom. But what would she do for a substitute? Her choice seemed to be between danger and frustration.
The next day at the library Miss Harriet Harvey appeared to the patrons and staff more sour-looking, grim, and cold than ever. She had lain awake most of the night making a very hard decision, to give up Juan and Donny before she ruined their lives and her own. She knew it was the right thing to do, and he had always prided herself on unflinchingly doing the right thing. But she felt as if she had nothing left to live for now.
Late afternoon came, the time when grade school let out, and soon Harriet saw Donny and Juan enter the library and glance at her meaningfully, eagerly, then trot off to the sex section of the stacks. Back for more! What complete innocents they were. Un-like Harriet, the boys seemed to have no fears or guilt about this strange triple affair. All they did was enjoy it. Harriet wished again that things were as simple for her as they were for other people. She sighed deeply and walked back into the stacks to join her young friends.
"Hi, Miss Harvey!" chirped Donny when she entered the aisle where the boys were waiting. "Can you get off work early? Can we go to your house?"
"Yeah, Miss Harvey," Juan chimed in, "can we do some more fucking today? That would be really cool!"
Harriet felt ready to cry. She knew the boys would be bitterly disappointed with her decision but they could never feel as depressed and bitter as she did. Their whole long lives lay ahead of them, and they would have other lovers and other kinds of happiness. But for Harriet Harvey it was all over. Young boys were all she wanted, but her stern conscience had convinced her to renounce them forever.
"Boys," she said sadly, "there are a few things I must tell you. I want you to listen carefully."
She stood close to the two little boys, putting her arms around their shoulders and keeping her voice low, so no one would overhear what she had to say. "Donny and Juan, I haven't told you everything I should have. I've had a wonderful time with you, and I'm going to miss you both very much-but we must stop seeing each other. We must never give away our secret, either. You see, what we've been doing is against the law. It's illegal for an older woman like me to have sex with young boys, mere children. If anybody found out about it, you'd go to reform school and I'd go to jail for a long time. That's why we must stop."
Donny and Juan looked ready to cry, but Harriet could see that they understood and would cooperate. She felt tender and proud of their young but brave response. She kissed them both, and they hugged her sadly. "You understand, don't you, boys?" she asked.
"Yeah, Miss Harvey," sighed Donny. "I do. It just seems so unfair, that's all!"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Juan: Who're we hurting? All we 're doing is having fun together. Nobody else is involved, so why should it be against the law?"
"I know," said Harriet softly, "and I agree with you. It's very unfair. Nevertheless, that's how it is, and I can't let myself put you in danger. Now, you'd better run along and forget all about me."
"I'll never do that!" cried Donny tearfully. "I'll never forget you, Miss Harvey!"
"Me, either," said Juan. He put his arms around Harriet's waist in fierce affection. "Golly, Miss Harvey, couldn't we do it just one more time? I'll do whatever you say, I'll never tell anybody, but couldn't we have sort of a goodbye party?"
"Please?" Donny joined in. "It would be a lot easier to take that way, ma'am."
Harriet smiled and tousled the boy's hair. "I know this is very sudden," she said in a friendly but firm voice. "I know it's hard. But you'll get over it. Now, run along!"
"Ah, please, Miss Harvey! Juan begged. He began to caress her small breasts as if unwilling to give them up. "Just one more time! Well never tell, honest!"
"Please?" added Donny. In his desperation the rather shy young boy felt daring enough to court and tempt the prim older woman, and he quickly, blushingly, slipped his small hands up her skirt, wriggled a finger inside the crotch of her panties, and began to rub her dry clit. The effect on Harriet was powerful and immediate. Her body flushed, her cunt spat out its hot juices, and she swayed in the boys arms.
"Donny! Juan!" she gasped, blushing deeply. "Not here! Someone might see us!"
"Let's go to your house, then!" said Donny eagerly.
Harriet felt powerfully torn between conscience and desire. She would not take the boys to her house again, she was firm on that. But she wanted their young bodies so badly that she felt herself yielding to their demands. Maybe they were right: her decision had been cruelly sudden, and it would be easier on everyone if they had a happier parting. Just one more time couldn't hurt, not if they were careful. Juan's mischievous hands tweaked her nipples and cupped her breasts, and Donny's teasing fingers circled the throbbing, wet shaft of her clit. Harriet melted.
"Boys," she whispered throatily, "there's a storeroom in the basement. We could go there."
"Oh, boy!" panted Juan. "That would be great!"
"Let's go!" urged Donny. "We can have a really cool goodbye party!"
Harriet smiled and wantonly cupped the crotches of both boys, thrilling to the hard little bulges of their cocks. They would be hers again, one more time, to fondle, lick and suck! It would be a beautiful memory to relive afterward when she. had given up sex.
"Come on!" she said and laughed.
The happy boys followed Miss Harvey's straight, thin back as she led them down the back stairs of the library and into the cool, dim basement. There was a small storeroom where some supplies were kept, and Harriet took them inside and closed the door.
"No one comes here except the night janitor," she whispered. "We should be safe." Harriet indulged herself in a moment of studying the tight little bulges of the boys' crotches, glorying in the knowledge that both would soon be hers to explore, then commanded excitedly, "Let's get undressed now!"
"Right on!" cried Juan. The two boys shucked their clothes in record time and were naked before Harriet had finished. They stood watching her as she shed her garments, wondering breathlessly what strange pleasures the thin librarian had in mind for their last session. Both boys were sad that the whole thing had to come to an end, but right now their immediate excitement made their faces animated and shining. Harriet tossed aside the last of her clothes and advanced upon the boys, her small breasts bouncing, her slim body mottled red with eagerness.
"Now, boys," she purred. "Just lean against the wall here and relax for a while. I want to inspect your peters and see if they're in good condition."
"Oh, mine's fine!" Juan assured her.
"Mine, too," said Donny. "All ready to go, ma'am!"
But Harriet insisted on the inspection. It was such a lovely excuse to fondle and play with the two little white cocks she adored! The boys leaned their backs against the storeroom wall, and Harriet knelt before them and took their limp, drowsy pricks in her hand. Both organs were quite flaccid and droopy, seemingly content to curl up in her palms and sleep. But Harriet was determined to wake them up. She gave them a vigorous bouncing, then a rough petting and stroking, but still the young cocks refused to rise to attention.
"What naughty cocks you have!" she chided. "They won't stand up! I'm afraid they'll have to be punished for that-I'm going to give them a bath!"
Donny and Juan giggled and nudged each other, realizing that Miss Harvey was only joking and actually meant to go on playing with them. Then they gasped and exchanged blissful glances as Miss Harvey seized both flopping white pricks, holding them at attention, and began to lick the tips noisily and hotly with her strong wet tongue. It felt very good, very soothing, and the boys shut their eyes and sighed.
Harriet had just thought of a new method of working back the boys' foreskins, by using her stiff tongue instead of her fingers. She liked the new way much better. It allowed her to expose the secret red nuts with the same sweet slowness as before, only in addition she got to taste the delicious young male essence of the boys, first nudging back the wrinkled, sleepy white flesh of the prepuce with her stiff tongue tip, then working inside to lick up the moisture of the glans. Her tender but lascivious efforts soon caused the small-pricks to ripple, quiver, and harden, so that they stood up without her help and she was able to use her hands for other explorations.
"Ooooo! Yeah!" exclaimed Juan as he felt Miss Harvey's little finger wriggle juicily up his tight anus and her other fingers applying a feathery but tantalizing tickling to his flapping balls.
"Uhhhhh! Ummmm!" moaned Donny as she did the same to him, finger-fucking his small slick ass-hole and tickling his little balls from flapping limpness into stiff fattening. His body seemed to be learning very quickly. Much as he loved Miss Harvey's delicious, expert play with his cock, balls, and anus, and wanted it to continue, he already felt the urge to fuck, to bury his stiffening twitching cock in some soft, wet, clinging sheath and poke away till he came.
Juan felt the same burning need. All this stuff was great, mind-blasting, especially the insistent slurping of Miss Harvey's tongue around the sensitive shaft of his glans, but in his opinion fucking beat everything else. In a few years, when he'd learned a lot more, he'd be saying that he wanted to get his rocks off-but Juan didn't know the phrase now. He only knew that he wanted his cock in Miss Harvey's cunt, so he could bang away and shoot out his cum.
But Harriet had other things in mind for this last session with her small lovers, a final orgy they'd never forget. She recalled the double fucking of yesterday, the two plunging little cocks united side by side in her grateful cunt, and though it gave her a wicked thrill to recall it, it also seemed clumsy to her. She had a better idea, a way in which they could all be satisfied at once but each in a different way. But first she had to make the boys' dicks hard, dicks hard.
Still working her little fingers busily in the juicy tight ass-holes, and giving the boys' plumping, throbbing balls a dizzyingly sweet tickle, Harriet opened her mouth wide and succeeded in fastening her lips around both red, bright cockheads. She gave them a quick, vigorous massage with her lips, and both boys whinnied like excited colts. Then she sucked the two fat cocks into her mouth and gave them a stiff washing arid scrubbing with her big muscular tongue that made the boys writhe and moan and jerk their little hips in a frenzy of rutting. Harriet sucked with all the pressure she could produce, squeezing the two hard, poking cocks between cheeks and tongue, drawing them relentlessly into the hot cavern of her throat.
"Uh, uh, UH!" grunted Juan. "Oh, man, that's great! But, Miss Harvey, will we get to fuck, too? I'd really like to do that again!"
"Yeah, Miss Harvey," gasped Donny, "I wanta try it again, too and-uh, uh, ahhhh!" Both boys were reduced to inarticulate groans and sighs as Harriet squeezed their pricks together lusciously in the trap of her tongue and cheeks, rubbing the two raw glans together so that the boys' juices oozed and mingled for her taste buds. She milked them of all the lubricating fluids they could produce, lapped and savored and swallowed, before gurgling contentedly and spitting out the two jerking, flushed little pricks.
"So you want to fuck?" she asked lazily.
"Oh, yeah!" chorused the excited boys.
"Well," she said, suddenly stem, "the answer is no." The boys looked ready to cry with disappointment, and Harriet laughed. "What I mean to say is, I have something much nicer for us to do! You'll both cum, but not in my cunt. Your peters need something tighter to fit into. Now, Donny, you stay just where you are, leaning against the wall, and, Juan, you come around behind me."
Juan obeyed in an eager scurry, taking his place behind the squatting woman and eyeing the red slit of her vulva and the brown wrinkled mouth of her anus.
He was dying of curiosity. What new game had Miss Harvey devised?"Now, here's what we're going to do," Harriet announced, grinning in anticipation. "I'm going to suck Donny off, till he cums in my mouth. I happen to know that he-likes that very much-don't you, Donny? "
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" chirped the happy boy.
"And while I'm doing that, Juan, I want you to put your peter in my anus and fuck me there. I think you'll find it much tighter and more fun than my cunt. All right?"
"Whatever you say, ma'am," replied Juan, licking his lips and studying the puckered brownish hole. He thought it was kind of a weird request, but if it was anything like having an expert finger wriggled up your ass-hole, he guessed she'd really enjoy it. He seized the thin hard cheeks of her buttocks and pointed his small stiff cock at her tight anal mouth. "I'm ready, ma'am!"
"All right," answered Harriet. She could feel her cunt dripping a steady stream of juices now, her tits buzzing with excitement, as she prepared to put her body in total service of the two young boys, one at each end. "Donny," she said breathlessly, "maybe you'd like to watch Juan put his peter in my ass. Then come back and I'll suck yours."
"Okay, Miss Harvey!" said the delighted Donny. This was something he didn't want to miss. He hurried around the crouching librarian and saw that she'd opened her legs as wide as she could to make it easier for Juan to find and enter her ass-hole. Juan was licking his lips a little nervously but was having no trouble keeping his small cock stiff and ready. The gleaming red glans was resting right on the brown pucker of Miss Harvey's anus, giving Harriet a delicious wet kiss of young flesh that made her cunt spurt another river of juices.
"All right, Juan," she hissed excitedly, "put your peter in me now!"
Juan frowned in concentration, and used his sweaty fingers to wriggle the moist tip of his cock just inside the clinging, wrinkled lips of Harriet's anus. Then he pushed as hard as he could, and both boys' eyes widened in wonder as Juan's fat white prick popped with a loud squish into Harriet's ass-hole and was swallowed right up to the base.
"Jeeze!" exclaimed Donny. "You went all the way in! How does it feel, Juan?"
"Oh, man!" moaned the dark-haired boy, closing his eyes in ecstasy. "This is the greatest! It's so tight and hot!"
"Then fuck me, Juan," Harriet said huskily. "Fuck my ass all you want!"
The boy sighed and began to pump his stiff little rod in and out of her squishing ass-hole in slow, steady strokes, shivering and sighing as he did so. Harriet shivered, too, and gave low, hungry moans as she felt her tight, slick ass delightfully probed and tickled and felt the hot slap of his fat little balls against the cheeks of her ass.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, "that's lovely, Juan! Keep doing it! Now, Donny, come on! I want to suck your beautiful peter!"
The freckled blonde child scurried back to stand in front of Miss Harvey, where he could see over her crouching back and watch his little friend grunting and steadily poking his happy cock in and out of her juicy ass-hole. Donny waited tensely, then sighed deeply and closed his eyes as he felt his prick being sucked hard and hot into Miss Harvey's mouth. Oh, Christ, it was nice! There could never be anything like this! He began to pump his hips slowly, rhythmically, feeding her his cock. She needed one arm to balance herself, but with her free hand she seized his fattened balls and began to squeeze and tickle them.
'llmmmm!" moaned Donny. "She's sucking my cock really hard and playing with my balls! How's it going for you, Juan?"
"Uhhhh, great!" muttered Juan. "Great ... Can't talk ... Ahhhh!" Miss Harvey was right, this ass-fucking was even better than the regular way! Every cell of his slowly probing slick-streaked cock was stimulated and buzzed by the delirious tightness of her anus, and he felt dizzy waves of pleasure radiating from his glans to spread sweetly through his loins. He gripped her buttocks harder, leaned on her to keep himself from falling, and began to poke her faster and harder.
Harriet felt ready to die of pleasure as she felt beautiful young cocks penetrating her at both ends. Juan's stiff, determined little member was fucking ever faster up her ass-hole, giving her the same sharp, heady stabs of pleasure that her cunt might produce, only somehow stronger and more exciting. Donny's fat rod, just as determined in its excited jabbing, seemed to dart all over her wildly sucking mouth, playing hide and seek with her pursuing tongue, and, whenever she caught it, she screwed her tongue tip into the bubbling hot glans and licked up all his essence. She wished she could shout her joy, but with her mouth stuffed and busy, all she would do was gurgle and make lusty animal noises deep in her throat.
Indeed, the storeroom was beginning to sound like the city zoo. As both boys fucked faster and faster, blindly and feverishly ramming her mouth and ass in a flight toward orgasm, Harriet growled and gurgled louder, like a rutting tigress, and the boys added their own animal noises, Donny chirping and shrieking like a bird, Juan squeaking and squealing like an excited puppy. The increased speed of their motions brought other noises as well, the sharp slapping of stiff young balls against Harriet's ass and face, the squishing and slurping and sucking of maddened little cocks slamming in and out of their wet receptacles. Harriet sucked crazily on Donny's sweet little prick and pumped her ass to give Juan a rough, wild ride in her anus. She intended to give both of them an orgasm they'd remember all their lives.
Squealing, jerking, growling, and humping like demons, the thin librarian and the two little boys were utterly oblivious to the world around them, united blissfully into one panting, rutting body. Harriet worked as she never had before, sucking vigorously with both mouth and ass, and her heart pounded in anticipation of being squirted full of little boy cum at both ends....
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mr. Arthur Grimsby, chief city librarian, wandered absent-mindedly through the basement of the library, hunting for a shipment of new books that had somehow vanished. Christ, what a mess it was down here! No wonder things kept getting lost. He'd have to get off his ass some day and make a complete inventory of the basement, but right now he only wanted to find the missing books and then leave work early. It was Friday, and he smiled to himself as he thought of having a long, hot bath, a couple of martinis, and then going out for a steak. That would be very pleasant. Of course, there was one other little item he wished he could add to his list, and then his day would be perfect-he wanted to get laid in the worst way. It seemed like he'd been horny for five years, ever since his wife died, and he hadn't scored very often since then. He should probably take some weight off, he thought sadly, and then maybe the chicks would go for him. But dieting was such a drag....
Grimsby halted suddenly and listened to a strange concatenation of noises he hadn't heard before, coming from somewhere in the basement. What the hell? Damned if it didn't sound exactly like one of those stereo demonstration records, "Sounds of the Amazon Rain Forest!" There were grunts, squeals, chirps, growls, squeaks, snarls, and a squishing, slushing sound like somebody tramping through a swamp. Who could be doing that, and where?
Grimsby listened, then made his way slowly and silently toward the closed door of a little-used storeroom. Whatever it was, it was coming from there. And whomever it was, he'd take them by surprise, just in case they were up to some hanky panky like stealing the supplies. He didn't like the role of policeman very well-he'd rather leave it to that old buzzard Harriet Harvey-but this time it looked like he was stuck with the job.
Grimsby turned the doorknob silently, eased the door open a crack, peeked in, and gawked. Oh, no, it just couldn't be! He looked again, gawked again. Come on, Grimsby, he told himself, it isn't happening, it couldn't happen in a million years! Yet there it was, plain and real before his astonished eyes-prim, puritanical, lemon-faced Harriet Harvey, the coldest old maid who ever lived, engaged in a wild sexual orgy with two young little boys!
Grimsby saw the thin middle-aged woman crouched on hands and knees, her mouth stretched by the small plunging cock of a blonde boy, a kid not more than twelve, and he saw that Miss Harvey was actively sucking the kid off, her tongue noisy and eager, her mouth stretched grotesquely in a snarl of utter enjoyment. As if that weren't mind-boggling enough, there was another kid, a dark boy, blissfully screwing her in the ass! Grimsby could tell by the way Harriet jerked and wriggled her buttocks in time to the kid's strokes that she was enjoying that, too. Neither boy seemed the least bit nervous about the weird scene. Their faces were rosy and blissful, their eyes tightly closed in complete concentration on what was happening to their cocks.
Arthur Grimsby moved away from the door momentarily and leaned against the wall to collect himself. Jesus, he couldn't believe it, and yet he'd seen it with his own eyes! Harriet Harvey not only dug sex, she was obviously familiar with its most kinky, outlandish forms. She must have one hell of an appetite to risk her reputation that way, sucking off and ass fucking two little boys right there in the library. Grimsby turned to the door again, swallowed hard, and resumed his spying. My God, my God, he'd never seen anything like this in his life.
But what should he do? It was unquestionably his golden opportunity to get rid of Harriet Harvey, whose conservative, repressed policies had bugged him and hindered his library work for years. He sure as hell had the goods on her now! But he hesitated as he watched. Any woman who could fuck like that, who enjoyed sex so deeply and thoroughly, couldn't be all bad. He noticed that Harriet's body was slim and attractive, and that when her face wasn't wrinkled up with suspicion or disapproval, she was really kind of pretty. She wasn't as old as he'd thought, either-younger than he was, in fact. Man, He'd like to get in on that action! He'd always wanted a woman who'd do anything in bed. Grimsby felt his starved cock twitch and stiffen in his pants, felt his balls tingle and begin to tighten up with horniness. Watch yourself, he thought quickly, don't make a mistake! He wanted to ball Harriet Harvey in the worst way, but if he did, he'd throw away his advantage, his chance to fire her. It was one hell of a decision! His cock was painfully stiff now, aching for release, and he licked his lips hungrily as he watched the happy, rutting trio, envied them with all his heart....
Harriet moaned and gurgled steadily now as Juan's wonderful, stiff little rod poked and rammed her ass-hole with dizzying speed, stimulating every nerve of her swollen, dripping genitals, pounding her deliciously toward release. It would only be a matter of seconds now, but she wanted both boys to cum with her. She worked her anal muscles powerfully, milking and sucking Juan's fat cock, and simultaneously she sucked Donny's wildly jerking prick as she never had before, pumping with tongue and cheeks, squeezing his plump little balls. Her efforts had the effect she wanted: both boys squealed ecstatically, and then she felt the first hot squirts of cum at both her writhing ends, deep in the pungent darkness of her anus and far down the silky hole of her throat. She gobbled and swallowed greedily, eating every bit of the creamy sperm that shot from Donny's climaxing cock, and she wriggled her ass in intense pleasure as she felt the fiery flood of Juan's cum spurting up her bowels. Her cunt contracted sharply, and then her delighted body shook and swayed with her own orgasm. Juan felt his squirting cock squeezed almost flat by the muscular contractions of her anus, and Donny nearly fainted with pleasure as she sucked his gushing cock absolutely empty of its load.
The trio fell to the floor, panting and flushed, and Harriet squeezed the two handsome naked boys to her small breasts. "Wasn't that lovely?" she crooned. "Wasn't that a glorious fuck?"
The two boys murmured their agreement and kissed her cheeks. Then suddenly they all gasped and stared in horror as the door flew open and Mr. Grimsby stood there, towering over them, his face black with rage. They were so terror-stricken they couldn't make a sound.
"By God-" sputtered Grimsby, "By God in heaven! I've seen and heard some pretty depraved things in my life, but this tops them all! I was watching, I saw what you did! Sucking off a mere child, letting another one bugger you! And right here in the library! That's pretty damned nervy, and pretty sick, if you ask me-"
Juan collected himself first. Still frightened, but getting angry, too, he jumped to his feet, his dark face flushed, his small hands balled into fists. "Okay!" he shouted. "We know what you think! But you'd better not hurt Miss Harvey! She hasn't done anything wrong or bad to us, mister! She just did some really swell things for us, that's all. So if you want to punish somebody, punish me, not her!"
"Right!" cried Donny, joining his friend. "Miss Harvey made us happy, and there's nothing wrong with that! It wouldn't be fair to punish her!"
Harriet burst into tears at the boys' brave defense of her, but she knew it was hopeless. Grimsby wouldn't pass up a chance like this to disgrace and humiliate her. No, it was all over for her, and the best she could do would be to save the boys, to keep" them out of the terrible scandal that was to come. She rose and put her arms protectively around their shoulders, facing the glaring, contemptuous Grimsby.
"'very well, sir," she said determinedly, "you saw us. I won't hide anything. It was just as you imagine, and I am completely guilty. But I'll fight you in every way I can if you try to punish these boys. The humane thing is to let them go, keep them out of this. They're too young to know what they're doing."
Well, thought Grimsby, the old girl really has guts! He admired the way she was ready to take all the blame, and of course he agreed with her about the boys. He had no desire to punish them.
"All right," he said, "you boys can go. As long as you keep this whole thing a secret, nothing will happen to you."
"But what about Miss Harvey?" Juan wailed.
"I'll be all right," Harriet answered soothingly. "Mr. Grimsby is a reasonable man. I want you boys to obey me now. I want you to go home and pretend this never happened."
Unwillingly, brushing away their tears, the two boys dressed and left the storeroom. Grimsby was left alone with the naked, flushed Harriet. He put his hands on his hips and glared at her, forcing himself not to focus on her pretty little snatch.
"Miss Harvey," he said slowly, "I'm almost at a loss for words. This whole thing is simply incredible. A woman of your reputation, your beliefs-Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is, can you possibly explain to me how all this happened? Maybe then I can understand."
Harriet blushed deeply, and two tears slipped from her blue eyes, but she held herself straight and forced herself to meet Grimsby's eyes. More and more he admired her courage. She was completely at his mercy, and she knew it, but she did not beg or whine. "Mr. Grimsby," she said, "I'm not sure I can entirely explain it myself, but I'll tell you as much as I understand. I have been a repressed and frigid person all my life, until a few days ago when I caught those two boys exposing themselves in the stacks. Then something inside me, a passion I didn't know I had, just burst loose. I was constantly tortured by sexual desire. I gave way to it. That's all, really-but I swear to you, I did not hurt those boys! They enjoyed everything we did!"
Grimsby chuckled. "I'll bet they did! At that age I would have given a year's allowance to have an older woman suck me off!" His face mellowed a little and he looked at Harriet sympathetically. He could well understand the nagging horniness that had possessed Harriet Harvey, for he felt it himself. He spoke soothingly now. "I think I can understand most of what happened, Miss Harvey, except for one thing. Why little boys? Why didn't you simply have an affair with a man your age? No one would have faulted you for that. Why take such a dangerous course of action?"
Harriet began to cry. "Oh, I don't know! It's a terrible thing, I realize that, and I'm so ashamed! It just seemed as if they excited me, and older men didn't! I'm afraid I'm a pervert, Mr. Grimsby, a child molester!"
Grimsby stifled a chuckle. He stepped close to Harriet and put his big arm around her shoulders, surprised and pleased to find the skin firm and soft. "Now, now," he crooned, "I don't believe that, not for a moment! I just think you got started the wrong way, that's all. Sex is a very powerful drive, you know, and it doesn't always make us act sensibly. You went after the first thing that turned you on-but you can learn to be satisfied in other ways. I don't think you're abnormal, not at all...."
Grimsby trailed off and deftly, gently, slid his big hand down over her small round breasts, stroking them and softly thumbing the sensitive nipples. Harriet flushed and shuddered but did not move away. His touch was so soothing, so skilled ... He moved closer, touched the golden curls of her snatch, and gently worked his fat finger between the juicy lips of her mons till he fingered and nudged her plump, cum-wet clit. Harriet closed her eyes, hardly breathing.
"No, Miss Harvey," the big man whispered, "I don't think there's anything wrong with you. Not a thing...." He gave her clit a rapid circling that made her gasp, and he felt her hot, sticky cunt juices squirt into the palm of his probing hand. He withdrew his hand then and walked around behind her, reached around to cup her small soft tits in his enormous paws, and pulled her against him.
"I think I know what it is you really need, Miss Harvey," he said softly. "I believe I know what you've really wanted all this time."
"What is that, Mr. Grimsby?" Harriet asked tremblingly.
Quickly Arthur Grimsby reached down and unzipped his fly, releasing his huge, long sausage of a prick. "This," he whispered. He lunged forward swiftly and forcefully, jamming his thick hard cock into the slippery mouth of Harriet's creaming cunt, lifting the astonished woman right off the floor with the impact of his thrust. He grabbed her small ass, spread the cheeks deftly, and wormed his fat bloated rod all the way into her, squishing and sliding noisily to the mouth of her womb.
"Now," he purred, "isn't that what you needed?"
Harriet Harvey wriggled unashamedly on the wonderfully hard, long cock that impaled her. "Oooooo, yes!" she shrieked. Never had her cunt been stuffed with hard cock like this before, never so forcefully and deliciously fucked! He hadn't known a prick could be as thick and long as Grimsby's, so perfectly made to satisfy the thirsty depths of her cunt.
Grimsby grinned behind her back, then carried her over to the wall and set her down, so she could lean on something while he balled her. And was he ever going to ball her! He hadn't been laid in weeks, and he had a stored-up load of cum that cried for release. Jesus, her cunt was tight and hot! He'd never fucked one that small and clinging before. Her warm juices, and the little boy cum tickled and bathed his impaling cock, making his passage wonderfully slippery and pleasant. Grimsby grunted happily and began to work his enormous prick in and out of Harriet's juicy little vagina, long, slow, rolling strokes that made Harriet squeal with pleasure. She pumped her loins frantically, showing him that she wanted faster, harder action, and Grimsby gladly obliged her, hammering furiously now, making her cunt squish and slurp loudly, obscenely. His big belly whacked and slapped her small ass, his enormously swollen black-haired balls bounced and tickled against her inner thighs, and with every powerful lunge of his huge hard cock, Harriet had the breath knocked out of her and was lifted right off her feet. But she didn't mind at all, dear God, no! This thunderous, brutal male assault was all she ever wanted, all that could satisfy her.
"Ahhhh! Ooooooo! Mr. Grimsby!" she shrieked. "I've never been fucked like this before! I love it!"
"Call me Arthur," he grunted happily. He continued his forceful, noisy stuffing of her tight cunt, feeling himself beginning to fly dizzily and exultingly toward cumming. "Christ, Harriet!" he moaned. "Your cunt is so tight! Ahhh, that's great! We're going to get along just fine, baby, you know that? I've always wanted a woman like you! In fact I'll give you all the fucking you need, from now on, if you'll just forget all those crazy political ideas of yours...." The big man was grinning, sweating, now as he balled her even harder. "What political ideas?" Harriet laughed wildly. "Why, Arthur, I agree with you about everything! Just don't talk any more, darling! Fuck me hard and please shut up!"
Grimsby guffawed. "Okay, baby, I'll save the lecture!" He rammed his great fat cock so hard into Harriet's little cunt that she was lifted off-her feet. The fierce butting of his gigantic cockhead set up ripples of blinding pleasure that radiated from her sucking, contracting vagina to every nerve-end of her body.
Grimsby's answering growl told her that he was cumming, too, and she shrieked and howled with the exquisite bath of his steaming sperm, shooting out with savage force to inundate her womb, her gasping cunt, squirting out in hot jets to trickle down her legs and puddle stickily at her feet. The big man battered her right into the wall with the force of his final, snarling spasms, and Harriet moaned and opened her cunt wide to get every delicious drop of his sperm. She was his woman forever now, completely and willingly his for whatever wild pleasures he wanted.
"Oh, Jesus! UHHHHH! Baby, you're milking my nuts dry!" Grimsby howled as he felt his cock ripple and jerk in the wet tightness of her squeezing cunt. Then his huge organ went limp, flabby, and exhausted, held in by the muscular grip of her possessive vagina, and he eased himself onto the floor, taking Harriet with him to lie with her back on his hairy, sweat-soaked chest. She sighed and squeezed his empty cock with her satisfied cunt.
"Well, Miss Harvey," he panted, "what do you have to say for yourself now? How can you explain this lewd, obscene behavior? This perverted, nasty-"
"Arthur, darling," Harriet interrupted in a soft, insinuating purr, "I have a wonderful idea! Let's go to your place and have a drink, and then I'll suck your cock. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Harriet," groaned Grimsby, "you're making me blush! Hurry up and get dressed, and I'll bring my car around. Well have some martinis, a little playing around, a nice big steak for dinner-"
"Arthur," Harriet pouted, "not steak! I've already told you what I want to eat!"
Arthur Grimsby sighed in utter contentment as Miss Harvey bent swiftly over his cummy, cunt-juice-streaked cock.
