The love and desire of an adult for a child or adolescent of the opposite sex is far from an unusual occurrence; nor is it peculiar to any certain location. The Bible speaks of it; in fact, in the Old Testament we find references to child and adult mating being sanctioned by tribal law, while the Far East still openly practices such relations. Dickens' England is another reminder that the passing of centuries hardly changed the lecherous habits of men. And how many lurid stories are told of our own backwoods people who more often than not add incest to lechery?
Progress in our civilized society of today has brought about new standards and laws that make such liaisons severely punishable; yet it would be ridiculous to believe they have decreased. And just as incredible is the belief that only "dirty old men" compose the cult of letching, for there are scores of records on file depicting case after case of the opposite, explicitly relating in licentious detail the stories of young, attractive lecheress' who sate their lust with adolescent boys.
In The School Nurse, Mr. Jackson has vividly and skillfully related by clothing it in fiction an actual case taken from these files.
As we have stated many times in the past, our purpose is not only to enlighten you, but to entertain you, and we strongly feel that we have done this in The School Nurse, Jackson Robard's remarkable novel of a situation that might well exist in your town.
-THE PUBLISHERS Sausalito, Calif. May 1971
CHAPTER 1
Barbara had chosen a black, lacy chemise adorned with several tiny pink rosettes strategically placed in a parallel line between her full, high-set breasts. Over this she wore a sheer, black negligee, a headily enticing garment designed to arouse and peak the most stubborn male libido, though she could hardly imagine why she was going to such sensual lengths. He was only fourteen ... certainly no match for her thirty years and scores of similar youthful seductions; besides, there was small doubt in her lustful mind but what Milo Wilson would be more than willing to cooperate under the circumstances.
She had caught him cold, "with-the-goods" as they say in the vernacular, the thin brown-papered cigarette tumbling from his shirt pocket in her school-nurse office when he had bent down to replace his shoe. There was nothing he could say. He had started to scoop it up but Barbara's shapely little foot had been quicker, covering the cylinder while she hunched down slowly to retrieve it. Their eyes had met, their faces only inches apart, his juvenile blue orbs growing wide in apprehension, her sultry, onyx delights sparkling in immediate conquest, her most recent vow of forbearance crumbling flimsily.
"Pot, Milo...? You...?" she had whispered austerely.
"I ... I was just ... just carrying it for someone else, Mrs. Lindsey...! Honest...!" he had stammered, his good looking young face nearing total collapse.
"Of course you were," Barbara had replied sarcastically, while her calculating brain raced in licentious thought. David's mental countenance made an effort toward fighting its way to the forefront through those wicked reflections, but she had quickly wiped it away. God, he was a desirable boy....
"I think we better take a walk up to the office, Milo, and have a chat with Mr. Stern...."
"Hon-Honest, Mrs. Lindsey ... it's the truth ... oh ... oh crap!"
He had cried then while she stood there watching him, cried in open fear, his impasse obviously overwhelming him, while tiny little prickling sensations of lewd conquest fermented slowly in her belly and loins, growing almost sadistically as she pressed her advantage, until the boy had been ready to do anything she suggested to save himself. Finally, and with an expression of temporary clemency on her beautiful face, she had offered to give the situation more thought, ordering the trembling Milo to her apartment that night.
Now, as she sipped at her martini ... her fourth martini, in fact, Barbara brushed at her long, raven tresses and mused that her reasons for the seductive attire were entirely personal. She took a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical loveliness, her full, pointed breasts and narrow waist, the generous arch of her hips and the long white columns of her rounded copious thighs and shapely calves, all so provocatively alluring through the gossamer veil of the peignoir, her sweet charms even more enhanced by the chemise than absolute nakedness. She could only anticipate the expression of youthful shocked surprise that would sweep over Milo's smooth boyish face, while his virile young penis began to dance in his pants, and she smiled sensuously to herself.
The lecherous widow, and she damned sure was that, wasn't she? It was even difficult to recount individually her numerous seductions at Santa Lenora Junior High since her arrival a year ago without forgetting a boy here and there, but each and every one had been carefully planned and secured by some protective blackmailing scheme or another ... just as this beautiful and carnal little affair that was about to occur was safeguarded.
Again, she sipped at her martini, and in so doing her sultry eyes fell upon the smiling, handsome face of the uniformed man in the photograph on her vanity. Momentarily, a wave of love flushed warmly through her, but this was quickly followed by an emotion of nauseating and cold emptiness. Dear God! He was dead! Her Carl ... Captain Carl Lindsey, United States Air Force ... destroyed over Vietnam! Sometimes, she forgot, and it was as if he should be coming home from the base for dinner...! But no ... he would never come home again ... never smile, or cry, or speak her name ... nothing! Dear God! What a terrible, terrible waste his death had been...!
She could look at his photograph now after eighteen months without bursting into wailing tears of remorse. Theirs had been a beautiful relationship for six wedded years ... his love and understanding greater than any blessing she had ever known. Even her curse, that maddening desire for young boys that had been with her since childhood, she had confided to him, and together they had fought it, nearly destroying it ... until the war had taken him away. In his absence and without the security of his passionate words of love, nor the fulfillment of his handsome masculine body, the dormant evil founded on a juvenile affair she had carried on with an older cousin when she was twelve and he fourteen ... had reared its ugly head once more. But even then, with the exception of isolated instances when she could no longer bear the emotional frustration her perverse longing caused her without finding a willing young partner, she had still retained an overall control of her passion. Not until that horrible telegram had arrived, and in the throes of embittered remorse, had she allowed her subconscious lechery free rein in a wicked vendetta against the society that had destroyed her love and life ... and she had sworn never to stop until she had corrupted every possible male-child the body politic made available to her!
And then out of nowhere had come David Hamilton, the new English teacher, tall and handsome in his tweedy cuts, too often reminding her of Carl ... and his beautiful fifteen-year-old son, Stevie, the one boy she had pledged to herself not to wreak her salacious vengeance upon....
Truly, it had shocked her when she had awakened to the fact that she cared for David; she had believed that to be impossible with any man after Carl. But to care for him was one thing and to love him, another ... yet he had proposed only the night before ... asked her to be his wife ... Stevie's mother, and the urge to shout yes had been almost uncontrollable.
She had slept in fits the entire night, her troubled mind in a complete state of confused wanting. Dear God, was she abusing Carl's monument in just the consideration of marrying another man? She tried to imagine what he would say, how he would advise her, and just before dawn she had realized ... almost as if he had spoken to her ... that her happiness was what he would wish for. Elatedly, she had wept, her decision mentally arrived at: she would accept David's proposal ... and then, to herself and in her joy, she had made her vow: she would rid herself of this terrible perversity...!
Now, Barbara laughed aloud, a cynical, soft sound spiked by the influence of liquor, while she hedonistically admired her seductive reflection in the mirror. She sipped from her glass, her smile unintentionally harsh and booze oriented. Tomorrow, she would renew her vow ... or God, would she ... could she? It all had seemed so simple in the enveloping darkness of pre-dawn, when the obscene desire that permeated her sensuous, beautiful body lay torpid within her ... but then in the light of the lust-filled day that little brown-papered, home-rolled cigarette had crashed to the floor before her eyes, unveiling the irresistible, paralleling compromise that she had so carefully and cleverly watched for among her youthful victims a thousand times.
God, in all truth, she hadn't been able to stem the tide of secured licentious excitement that had raced through her. Like the others ... the many, many others, Milo Wilson became a beacon of his own imprisoning circumstances, and she could not ignore that. It had been a week since she had known a boy, and masturbation hardly, if ever, released her drives as did the sucking of a tender young virile cock!
Barbara drained her glass and poured from the mixing pitcher. She was enticingly drunk, she knew, a velvety sensation that extracted increased warmth away from the thoughts of David, even as she contemplated her forbidden seduction. As would Carl, she felt certain at that moment that he, David, would understand. Everyone had their little sexual idiosyncrasy, her husband had consoled her, and she believed it because she wanted to. David would understand once she told him ... but in all truth, it was not David she was concerned with ... it was Stevie! My God, to live under the same roof with him ... such a handsome, blond boy...! At that very moment she could eat him alive ... starting at his sensuously hardened young cock...!
The doorbell startled her! Slowly, she stood, using the vanity as a prop, then focused her eyes as she drank of her own beauty in the mirror....Must remember to be firm ... you are dressed this way because you are at home ... stick to the issue at hand ... marijuana ... treat him sternly in the beginning ... take full advantage and fill yourself, darling...!
God! She wondered what his doctor-father was doing, thinking, at that very moment...?
"Oh ... Milo ... come in," Barbara said with a certain coldness, walking toward the center of the room where the lights would strategically play through her peignoir in the background. "Come in and sit down."
She had caught his expression of astonished awe as he stood in the doorway staring at her, his teen-age blue-eyes raking over her veiled charms in apprehensive, if, open spontaneous excitement.
Milo had never seen another woman outside of his mother in under things ... but to his knowledge, she had never looked quite like Mrs. Lindsey. Mom wore corsets, or whatever they were, and never a filmy, soft thing like the nurse was wearing at that very moment. Wow! She wasn't even hardly dressed!
Crap! She had pretty legs, and whatever she wore beneath that silky gown went ... went right up to her crotch! He could even see that puffing out in front, but not very well, and her breasts ... man! They were just barely tucked inside the thing, swelling up all around with just a narrow crack running down between them ... like they were going to burst out any second...!
"Sit down, Milo," Barbara repeated, pointing toward the couch, placing her martini on the table beside it. She was pleased that he had ogled her to the fullest extent during those long seconds. His delightful eyes were bugging, and there was little question concerning the rise at the front of his trousers. "Would you like a Coke or something?"
"I ... ah ... no, thank you ... nothing, Mrs. Lindsey."
Barbara folded onto the couch beside him, a distance away, her leg bent beneath her to sit upon, her negligee fallen slightly open to reveal the ivory-white flesh of its mate halfway along her thigh. She lighted a cigarette and watched him sitting stiffly at the other end of the piece. God, what a sheer delight he was going to be! "We have a problem, Milo. I've been thinking about calling your father and talking to him rather than taking it to Mr. Stern...."
"No!" Milo exclaimed, sitting up and looking toward her, wide-eyed. "No ... please, no! He wouldn't understand! Please ... don't do that, Mrs. Lindsey! Anything but that...!"
Barbara dragged from her cigarette. "Marijuana is a serious charge, young man. I don't have to tell you that, do I?"
"No-no ma'am ... no, you don't," he answered quickly. "Only ... only don't tell my dad ... anything but that ... please?"
"All right, Milo," Barbara agreed softly. "What then ... what do we settle on ? "
He looked away from her, down into his lap at his fidgeting hands. "I-I don't know ... honest ... I don't....It wasn't my weed....
I was carrying it for a girl ... but I won't tell you who! I won't!"
Barbara smiled at him. "That's noble, Milo
...and I admire you for it. Is ... is she your girl friend...?"
"I wish she was!" he blurted, eyeing her levelly.
"Don't you have a girl friend?"
"Well ... no ... not really I don't ... not one that I like...."
"Not a pretty one, is that it, darling?" Barbara said in her soft tone, letting the first of her endearments slip forth.
"Y-yeah ... that's right ... not even one I want to take to a show or something."
Barbara continued to smile. "That's hard to understand," she said almost whisperingly, "a handsome young boy like you. If I were your age, I'd love to be your girlfriend ... go to a show with you ... kiss you goodnight...."
For a long moment, Milo just sat and stared at her. Then: "Y-you mean it ... that is ... really mean it, Mrs. Lindsey?"
She laughed warmly. "Of course I mean it, darling ... and call me ... call me Barbara when we're here in my place ... in fact, we'll just pretend ... pretend that I am your real girl friend, all right? I mean ... would you like me to be? Would you take me to a show if I were...!"
"Oh man! Wow! I'd take you to the moon, Mrs. Lind ... Barbara," he said, his face flushing at the sound of her name coming from his own lips.
"And would you kiss me goodnight?" she taunted, knowing now that she had him for certain, the slight, excited stirring in the front of his jeans now obvious. "I mean, really kiss me like a girl should be kissed so that she knows that her boyfriend cares about her?"
Tightly, Milo swallowed as he stared at her, and when he couldn't speak, he nodded his head emphatically.
Barbara picked up her glass and drained it; she slithered along the couch toward him, narrowing their separation to inches, until she knew that he could smell the fragrance she wore; then, her eyes devouring him, her petulant lower lip quivering slightly, she said: "Show me, darling....Show me how you would kiss me ... if I were your girl friend...!"
She saw the tremble of excitement cause his whole young body to shudder. What she was doing to him was considerably less than normal; it wasn't even fair game ... but it was her game! He couldn't move; he was that awestruck.
"You sweet darling," Barbara hissed, reaching out and letting her arms slowly encircle him, drawing him to her. "You're safe with me, baby ... no one will ever know about that awful cigarette," she added, encompassing him within the aureole of her sensual charms, her full breasts flattening against the solidness of his young chest, her flat belly brushing his ... and then, she kissed him ... tenderly, but not open-lipped, yet with warmth and passion.
Barbara sensed his strong young hands clasping at her waist through the wispy material of her negligee, not searchingly, but with guarding protectiveness, bracing himself as she slowly let her lips part and her tongue seek the freshness of his youth!
Oh ... oh crap...! Milo thought crazily, his brain racing in wild excitement! She ... she was going to do it to him, too! He hadn't really believed that she would, even after he'd told Orvie Gaylord about the joint....The big slob had laughed. "Don't worry," he'd said. "She's going to turn-on with you, that's all, man. The chick has this thing for teen-agers, know what I mean? She comes on with a kid-cock in her mouth. But don't worry, man, she isn't about to sell you out! It's just your prick that she wants, like the rest of us ... only, I'll tell you true, baby, she gives me the whim whams with all the info she holds on us dudes...."
He had said more, but Milo had hardly heard him. He couldn't believe what the six feet of two-hundred-and-many-pound giant was handing him. Not Mrs. Lindsey, the nurse who had been taking care of his sprained ankle, the beautiful woman with the dark sparkling eyes, mini uniforms and knockout legs--Hell, no
...but ... but right at that moment she was kissing him with hot, moist lips ... holding him in a crushing grip against her flattened, full tits ... and ... and there was her tongue trying to wedge into his mouth...! Holy crap, her frigging tongue! Oh ... oh man, his cock was as hard as a gym rail, and jerking like crazy...!
* * *
"I can see that the idea comes as a bit of a shock to you, doesn't it, son?" Stevie's father said, standing there in that lousy mother-hubbard and talking through clenched teeth around his dead, inevitable pipe, while he washed the dishes.
He could see right and that was no stinking lie, the blond-haired boy mused bitterly as he took another plate from the rack to dry. All the same, shock or not, he had quickly decided to play it cool; his father was not one to be moved by the sight of tantrums, or even the idea that his only son was totally thumbs-down on the mere thought; instead, the graying-haired, lanky man would patiently gnaw away at his opposing reasons in his calm, logical manner until Stevie would finally fall into agreement, simply because there was nothing else for him to do. But this time it was going to be different; he could never agree to anyone trying to take his Mom's place...! He said, without looking at his Dad:
"Heck, we seem to get along pretty well, just the two of us. I don't see why we need another person around ... especially a woman ... uugghhhhh!"
David Hamilton chuckled, his strong white teeth still clenched against the pipe stem. Sometimes, it was difficult for him to realize that his young, handsome son was fifteen years old; his interests in girls seemed so damned casual. It was all baseball, football, sports of one nature or another ... which was probably just as well in the long run, he supposed. He had no doubts concerning Stevie's normal masculine desires, and there was certainly plenty of time for him once he set out on the chase. Nevertheless, the boy needed a mother ... just as he needed a wife. At thirty-eight, he wasn't quite over the hill, as his needing loins too often reminded him. Janet had been dead five years, and it had taken him that long to adjust. Her death had been a terrible loss to both Stevie and himself. He had never even considered remarrying; no one could take Janet's place in his life. But time is a healer of all wounds, as well as a great rationalizer.
When he had first met Barbara at a faculty meeting, he had immediately realized that. Janet would always have her tender place of love in his heart and memories. Later, as he felt a new love and desire growing in leaps and bounds for this beautiful, raven-haired creature, he knew that it was a place of her own she was taking in his heart, without ever disturbing that of his dead Janet ... but he could see that it was going to take time and fortitude to make Stevie understand it all....He said:
"Well, one thing we might consider with a woman around, Son ... we wouldn't have these dishes to struggle through every night."
"I'll take the dishes," Stevie answered acidly. "Besides, we could always hire a woman to come in, couldn't we?"
David nodded, still smiling to himself. "Yes ... I suppose we could. But then, let's consider your dad for a moment, Stevie ... he isn't getting any younger you know ... and it isn't natural for a man to go through life without having a mate...."
To Stevie Hamilton, there was something in his father's words that seemed to insult his Mom's memory, and he had all he could do to keep from blurting out his strong embittered feelings. He gritted his teeth and looked away. Of course, he had no idea if his parent had someone particular in mind, not that it would matter anyway. He knew lousy well that he'd never accept her! Dammit! He didn't want any stinking stepmother sleeping in his Mom's bed. And he wasn't fooled in the least what his father was getting at about it not being normal...!
Crap, he just wanted somebody to fuck was all ... he wasn't kidding anybody...! That's why he was always taking Mrs. Lindsey, the school nurse, out ... and man, the stories the guys had told him about her...!
It struck Stevie at that very moment, and he almost dropped the plate from between his hands! Crap almighty! It couldn't be her he was getting ready to spring on him ... could it...? Oh screw ... no! He better not! That was all ... he better not! Goddamn, he just better not, was all...!
* * *
Excitedly dominated by her martini-inflamed lust, Barbara held the boy tightly within her arms while she smothered his young, smooth face and lips with ardent kisses, her one slender hand finally moving down to his lap to find the swollen outline of his straining penis inside the tight-fitting jeans. She felt him tremble and gasp in her embrace at her touch, a galvanic sensation racing through her belly as she traced the hardened member delicately with thumb and forefinger, not at all displeased with its promising length and thickness.
"Hmmmmmmm, Milo ... it feels so hard," she whispered against his panting mouth. "It must hurt, all cramped inside there like that. Here ... let Barbara take it out so that it can stiffen right up straight for her--"
"Ohhh ... uuungh...." Milo Wilson grunted in confused, mounting tension, the feeling of her soft hand first caressing, then suddenly unzipping his fly to ease inside the cotton of his shorts and smooth over the hairy, trembling flesh of his pelvis, her warm, velvety fingers finally wrapping right around the shaft of his jerking cock, completely destroying him.
Holy crud! He couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Crazy tingles of unprecedented agitation charged through his groin up into his belly. Frig! She had his ramrod-cock right in her hand, and ... and she was stroking it ... sliding the loose outer skin up and down ... then ... crap almighty ... she was feeling his balls...!
"Ohhh, Milo baby ... you feel so good to your Barbara," she breathed hotly into his mouth, the terrific aroma and taste of her about to blow his mind...!"I think we better go into my bedroom where we can take our clothes off and get naked, don't you?"
Crap, he couldn't answer; his throat felt as if somebody had taken sandpaper to it! Then, she was smiling at him, her moist red lips half-opened, her long-lashed, sultry dark eyes sparkling with a million explosions. Oh man ... he knew he shouldn't ... but that he was going to! ... Yeah, he was going to do whatever she said! Anyway, what else could he do? ... She had caught him cold with the joint...! Oh man, she was beautiful ... and her tits were practically bursting right out of that lacy thing! ... He had to see them bare ... all of her ... her pussy and ass! ... Oh damn, she was stroking his throbbing cock again...!
"Well, baby ... don't you want to go into my bedroom and play some games with Nursey Barbara? ... Nice Sexy games...?" She squeezed his prick meaningfully. " ... Games like this...?" she added pruriently, slowly lowering her head downward in front of him and right over his thrusting, lead-hardened shaft of hot flesh.
Milo sensed his eyes bugging, even though he couldn't see the actual penetration; he felt her hand at the base of his cock drawing down the foreskin from the sensitive glans, and a second later the intoxicating contact of her tiny, moist tongue with the split at its tip, wiggling hotly into it, sending frenzied jolts of lascivious excitation charging helter-skelter through his young body.
He grunted loudly, then felt the soft dampness of her lush lips slipping over his prickling cock-head ... down ... down ... down! ... until he would swear she had sucked the whole length of his prick into the hot shelter of her mouth...! Her tongue lashed and he could feel the pressure of her sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she slowly raised her head, sucking her way up off of it ... until she was smiling into his mesmerized face once more....
"Games like that, Milo darling," she whispered sensuously, her beautiful lips that had just been wrapped around his cock glisteningly reflecting the light from the lamp in their full, ruby-like dampness. "You like...?"
He gaped at her and tried to swallow the parchedness that had dried up his voice from his throat. And when he couldn't, he simply nodded his head enthusiastically while she laughed in warm, understanding sympathy, taking his hand and drawing him up from the couch to lead along the hallway with his arched, belly-hugging cock sticking right out of his fly and waggling crazily as he walked. Crap! He'd never be the same after this! He knew that for sure, but he didn't care! He didn't care about anything ... nothing only the fantastic games, whatever they were, that she was talking about...!
* * *
David had no intention of pressing the idea onto Stevie all in one dose. It was going to take time. He was well aware of the strong love that had existed between Janet and the boy, and the fact that her death had severely shocked him. Had he not been of strong character, he might have suffered damaging remorse, as Doc Wilson had pointed out, but obviously he was staunchly oriented and had been able to accept and endure their tremendous loss ... perhaps even better than had he, himself.
Until Barbara, life had been little more than the obligation he had been left in raising a son. To think of a permanent feminine attachment in the wake of his beloved Janet had been utterly ridiculous. Oh, he might marry again, he had thought, but for convenience sake alone, certainly never for love.
And what was he contemplating ? ... a strong love-filled marriage! He did love Barbara; he was certain of that ... had been for the past month since the repulsion of making his weekly trip to L.A. for a whore-visit had actually nauseated him. In all respect to their association, he couldn't any longer sanction that disgusting program. Not that his throbbing loins didn't function in their usual aching desire, but there were times when a well-meant hand was the lesser of two evils.
Barbara hadn't given him an answer the night before when he'd mustered up all of his courage and practically blurted out his proposal. He realized that it had jolted her; it had even jarred him! He'd kissed her goodnight after the play they'd attended and suddenly, he had asked her to marry him...! God! Now that he thought about it, what a shock it must have been to her!
All the same, he was extremely happy that he had, and though perhaps he was being a bit overconfident, he felt she was going to accept, which was why he had been dropping hints to Stevie before, through, and after dinner.
He sat presently in the living room, his freshly filled pipe lighted, coffee and a cognac beside him, watching Stevie at the desk sweating over a letter to a relative. Some minutes before, the thought had occurred to him that his son should know whom he was actually considering as his stepmother. Perhaps that might help. Stevie knew her inasmuch as she was the school nurse, and it was doubtful ... even though he was just a boy, sports-minded and all ... that he could look at her without appreciating her beauty. Physical attraction meant a great deal to boys of his age....
"Steve...? You too busy to talk?"
"Heck no," the boy replied, shifting his chair around so that he could look at his father. "I hate writing letters, anyway."
David smiled. He said: "What we've been talking about, Son....I mean, the possibility of me getting married again....I-I know and understand that it doesn't set well with you ... and why. But you see, I loved your mom, too. Even so, I've come to the conclusion that I can have a second wife without ever taking an iota of love from your mother's memory. The Lord made us that way, Son ... can you understand...?"
Stevie stared at him. He was off and running on the same subject again! Crap, he couldn't even think of anything to say, unless he blew his gourd entirely...!
"I mean it," his father went on. "I know how you feel, Son, but I have to think beyond such feelings ... even of my own, and I want to be honest about that. It's time that I married again, boy. You're not a child anymore; you're fifteen and you know the functions and needs of the physical self...."
Screw! ... Stevie thought bitterly. Here it comes! The whole lousy picture he had in his mind! That lousy witch had wormed her way into his middle-aged brain, destroying everything decent like his Mom's memory. How the crap did a guy cope with a parent when they flipped this way...?
"I've asked Barbara Lindsey, the school nurse, to marry me, Stevie. I'm in love with her!"
He might have cursed his Mom's name! That would have about the same impact ... even though he had surmised the whole friggin' picture. He was going to marry Barbara Lindsey ... bring her into their house to sleep in his Mom's bed...! Jesus Christ!
"Well, Son...?" the gangly man questioned softly while he puffed at his pipe. "No statements...?"
He could kill him! Crap almighty, he could tear him limb from limb! Mrs. Lindsey ... that bitch ... sucking off all the guys ... that's the way they said it, "sucking them off," and he wanted to marry her ... let her sleep in Mom's bed...!
"Oh...!" the boy gasped. "Oh...!"
David sat upright and forward in his chair, taking his pipe from his mouth. "What's wrong, Stevie? What is it? Did ... did I say something...?"
"Ooohhhhh shit!" Stevie blurted, getting to his feet and tipping over the chair in the act. He started to say more, but could not. Suddenly, he ran from the room toward his own, and David could hear the tumblers of the door's lock falling into place securely.
And that was that, David thought with a tight throat. In Stevie's eyes he had violated the memory of his mother ... but he hadn't ... truly, he had not! God knows, he had loved her, and had she lived there would never have been anyone else ... but she hadn't! Was he supposed to forget his own existence now! He loved Barbara Lindsey ... and maybe she loved him! The boy just had to learn ... no matter how painful his education was going to be...!
CHAPTER 2
Milo watched Barbara slip out of her silky things, his eyes fixed on the beautiful body that she was about to reveal completely to him ... a lewd little smile of dominance teasing her beautiful mouth as she slowly wriggled the chemise downward, exposing her rotund, pointed breasts with their dark, cherry-like nipples right before his feverish eyes, the two luscious globes swaying provocatively to the taunting undulation of her hips when she pressed the wispy garment down over them ... her navel, the small bowl of her belly, then! ... the sparse silken black hair between her legs! ... and finally, her whole naked pussy unveiled to him! Crap, he could see its pink slit up between the full, white columns of her milky thighs!
She turned around then and slowly bent over to pick up the chemise at her feet, her lush, smooth buttocks spreading slightly with the movement, giving him a fleeting peek at her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly puckered little dark hole centered in the deep crevice of her bottom! Oh man, he was going to melt right there into a blob of hot suet...!
Barbara's lustful and lecherous desire had reached that inflamed point where only lewdness and obscene acts permeated her martini-glazed brain. She moved toward the teen-aged boy standing in motionless, if obvious, aroused trepidation, his stiffened young cock still protruding teasingly from his opened fly, and as she slowly crowded close to him, she took both of his hands to place on her jutting breasts, while with her own she reached down and clasped his swollen rod of genital flesh once more.
"Now, baby, we'll undress you," she whispered, kissing him first as she tenderly stroked his prick; then leaving it, she began to unbutton his shirt.
Impelling sensations of salacity rippled through her loins into her belly as he stood subserviently defenseless against the wickedly seductive charms of her voluptuous body, his young hands exploring her tingling breasts with hot and ungovernable, adolescent eagerness.
She removed his shirt and kissed his chest, laving the tiny nipples of his developing muscular breasts with her moist tongue-tip, finally trailing it downward over his belly and navel as she lowered herself to her knees and unhitched his belt, tugging both jeans and shorts down over his slender hips and lean buttocks, her hungry dark eyes feasting on his arched, rigid cock jutting out from the scant hair-sprinkled pelvis, and his virile young balls hanging between his strong legs.
God! He was a handsome specimen! She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, extending her tongue so that he could see it wriggling into the tiny split while she tenderly caressed and cupped his balls.
"Uuunngghh!" Milo grunted, staggering backwards and nearly falling from the trap of his Levis down around his ankles.
Barbara tittered excitedly and from her kneeling position, guided him backward to the bed and down onto it, removing his loafers and clothing; then spreading his legs wide, she drew his buttocks to the edge, clasping his jerking cock between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulled back its foreskin, and slipped her mouth down hungrily onto it!
Once more, Milo Wilson choked out a groaning gasp as he raised to his elbows to watch the beautiful woman who was frantically sucking on his cock. Oh man...! He hoped to God she'd never stop! He'd never had any kind of a girl before, not even Lottie Barker who had been the owner of the joint that had fallen from his pocket, and all the guys were putting it to her. But Lottie was a nothing compared to Barbara Lindsey, and ... and, oh crap ... she was stopping again...!
"Crawl up in the bed now, darling," she said, rising from her knees as he obeyed; then, she lay down beside him and began to smooth her hand lustfully over his strong, youthful body, feeling the sleek, developing muscles tense as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of him, the lush lips that had fastened around his cock finding his, her tiny moist tongue darting into his mouth, while she lifted her silken fleshed, white thigh on top of his, pressing her puffy, down-covered mound tightly against his hip with a provocative, circling motion. "Oh, little lover ... I'm going to make you the happiest boy a girl friend ever had. Will you like that?" Barbara hissed in a throaty, sensuous voice.
Milo was having difficulty with his breathing. He had never been so crazy keyed-up in his young life. He still couldn't speak, but he could nod his head, and he did.
"You sweet darling," Barbara whispered hotly, the wanton intoxication of her conquest firing her depraved libido maddeningly. She ran her slender fingers through his hair, then began to inch up higher in the bed, until her thrusting, hardened-nippled breasts were even with his face. He was all hers to play with, she reasoned lecherously, to do with whatever she chose, like a scared and trapped little animal!
She took his young face in her hand, cupping it beneath the chin, the urge to squeeze it almost uncontrollable as she drew his mouth closer to the distended nipple of one palpitating breast. Then, holding the resilient white mound of flesh in the other, she said: "Suck it, baby! Take my tit in your mouth and suck it for Barbara!"
Insane and sadistic sensations raced through her belly and between her legs as she watched his frightened young lips part when the tingling nipple brushed them, and with licentious delight, she pressed it into his warm, moist mouth.
"Ooohhh yes ... that's it, Milo lover!" Barbara gasped lasciviously. "Suck it and feel of it with your tongue ... even bite it easily if you want to! Y-yesss ... like that...! Mmmmm ... now take it in your hand and feel all over it...!" she ordered huskily, smoothing her own soft palm down his chest and belly to fondle his cock and balls, hearing and feeling his little moans against her breast from his excited, sucking boy-mouth when she grasped the hardened shaft of his penis and began to stroke it with obscene wickedness.
Milo couldn't even think clearly. The feel of her hard little nipple in his mouth while he sucked and nibbled at it with growing skill, squeezing and massaging the resilient softness of the aromatic mound of flesh, as she stroked his stiff, aching cock, was the absolute wildest thing that had ever happened to him. Crap ... could it be really happening? ... him actually sucking Mrs. Lindsey, the school nurse's tit while she played with his cock? Oh man, Orvie Gaylord knew what he was talking about, all right...!
"You like that don't you, Milo baby ... sucking my breast while I stroke your cock ... don't you?" Barbara hissed lustfully, her martini-hazed eyes gleaming salaciously as she watched his juvenile lips tighten and relax their sucking actions while his tongue stabbed and taunted her nipple and his rigid boyish penis throbbed delightfully in her grasping hand. "But this is just the beginning, little lover...."
She was moving away from him then, pulling her titty from his mouth and letting go of his cock, to his disappointment. Man ... he didn't want her to stop now...!
"Tell me, Milo, have you ever really seen a girl's pussy up close?" Barbara questioned wickedly, her dark eyes aglow in lewd pleasure as she raised to her knees beside him, her thrusting breasts swaying sensually with her movements. "Tell me the truth now ... have you?"
He shook his head fitfully, his eyes bulging as he lay there on the pillow staring up at her. "N-no ... honest ... that is ... not really...!" he managed, saying his first words since she had led him into the bedroom.
Barbara's wantonly contorted face was reflecting the perverse lechery that had taken complete command over her, and slowly she spread the full white columns of her shapely thighs apart, kneeing outward with both legs, until the silken triangle of her sparse pubic hair with its puffy, pink slit separating it was entirely exposed to his straining eyes.
"There!" she whispered hotly. "Now you have!"
Milo could only gape at the erotic spectacle of her nakedly displayed pussy in breathless fascination, his spinning brain vaguely reasoning how wonderfully it was placed right there between her beautiful legs, and how tight and narrow the pink slit of it was ... while the word pussy that she had used, just as she had said tit, and cock, still echoed in his skull, causing crazy prickling sensations to stab at his groin and belly. But he couldn't move; the obscene sight of her kneeling there like that was spellbinding him...!
The awareness of his growing, frantic excitement was added fuel to Barbara's already maddening passion. She couldn't remember when she had coerced a more helpless and defenseless victim, that thought alone near driving her wild. Even though she knew well that she would hate and revile herself later for what she was doing to him, that knowledge couldn't begin to stop her now! She said:
"Tickle it, Milo! Look close and feel of it! Do it ... do as I say!"
Whether his hesitation was born of repulsion or fright Barbara had no idea, and she could have cared less. She watched his young tanned hand move slowly up between her thighs, her breath catching in her throat as she felt it brushing the silken strands of pubic hair lining her hotly flushed cunt-lips, then awkwardly pressuring and cupping the whole softly curling triangle.
"That's it, little lover! Yesss, like that!" she choked hoarsely. "Doesn't it feel warm and nice up between my legs ... soft and silky like a little pussycat? Doesn't it?"
"Y-yes ... crap, yes!"
"That's my baby, rub it ... like that...!" Barbara gasped, suddenly undulating her hips and buttocks, pressing her cunt hungrily down against his clutching hand. "Oohhh ... that's nice, darling ... soo nice ... ooohhh God...!"
She bent down and kissed his lips hungrily, moving one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her loins directly above his swollen young penis.
"You know what I'm going to do now, baby?" she whispered licentiously. "I'm going to let you fuck me ... for the first time in your life ... you can put your hard little cock right inside my cunt and fuck it!"
To Milo, it seemed that she was almost spitting the wild-sounding four-letter words that were sending crazy jolts of never before excitement tearing through his groin ... spitting them down into his face while her eyes blazed and her pretty mouth twisted almost insanely. He was speechless as he lay there, his head raised to better see the hot lascivious picture she made with her legs spread apart, knees and calves on either side of him, her cunt that he'd held right in his hand twitching excitedly above the pulsing tip of his aching cock!
He had never seen anyone look the way she did at that moment, wild-eyed, with contorted face and panting as if she were about to blow her mind, and as he stared at her, she smoothed her hands down over her hips and inward over her belly through the downy pubic hair to either side of her pouting cunt-lips, slowly spreading them open to reveal the moist, pink flesh between !
"There, little lover! Can you see?" she hissed luridly, holding the fleshy, hair-lined mouth wide open to his eager, peeled eyes.
Milo could see, but he raised to his elbows just the same, the obscene exposure completely mesmerizing him. He'd had no idea that it would be so velvety-pink ... so soft looking inside! Man, he could even see her hole ... and ... and it was all moist and glistening around it...!
"Now, my little pot-smoker, watch what I do with your baby cock!" she half-whispered lecherously, her use again of the four-letter word like an electric shock charging through him.
"You see...?" she went on in a choked, raspy voice, as he lurched when she grasped his now painfully hard rod of flesh and placed it like a hot dog in a soft, hair-fringed bun the length of her spread-open slit, pressing her warm cunt lips almost completely around it and holding it there with her fingers as she began to move her hips up and down in a slow grinding fucking motion.
"Ooohhhh ... ooohhhh damn!" Milo grunted loudly, thrusting his pelvis upward to her descending motion, while she held his prick inside the moist, hot flesh of her pussy-lips.
God, there had never been a seduction like this, Barbara reasoned excitedly! She had ... and was ... sinking to the very depths of utter degradation in her lecherous debauchery of this beautiful, helpless boy! And she had no intention of stopping until she had filled her lustful need to the brim!
"You like that, don't you, Milo?" she taunted corruptly, feeling the swollen knob of his rigid, boyish cock enchantingly massaging the tiny erect bud of her clitoris.
"Uuunnnggghhh...!" Milo groaned in bewildered ecstasy, the sight of her full milky breasts jouncing and swaying as she worked her pussy up and down around his prick, adding to his pleasure. Then, suddenly she was doing something else with it ... lifting her buttocks higher and pointing its head right at her visibly pulsating little hole! He stared from his elbowed position and saw the hard bulbous head slip up in between her legs, then she was watching him with excited, lust-filled eyes and lowering her cunt down onto it ... until the entire length felt like it was sucked right up inside her hot, moist pussy mouth!
Oh damn! Crap ... he was really fucking her, now! Really, really fucking her...!
Barbara quivered from head to toe with the enrapturing delights his young, probing cock was causing inside her tightly hugging vaginal passage. They were always so delicately beautiful, tickling and prodding her naked cunt, she reflected warmly as she began to undulate her lush buttocks in frantic little circles, feeling the hard shaft of his teen-aged organ massaging and taunting her clasping vaginal walls.
Excitedly, she leaned forward, pressing her firm, full breasts down onto his in lecherous hunger, finding his mouth with her own to kiss almost sadistically, while she raised and lowered her hips and buttocks vigorously on his hardened, defenseless young cock.
"Uuunnnggghhhh!" Milo groaned suddenly in unmistakable warning, his choked alarm all that Barbara needed to make her lift her loins up off of him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "Oh ... screw! Don't stop now ... please...?"
Before he could realize what was happening, Barbara was hustling down over him, spreading his legs wide and wedging between, until her mouth was above his aching, vagina moistened penis once more. She never even looked up at him, only grasping his quivering little cock in her soft hand and began to stroke it again while her tongue wedged into its tiny little eye. He couldn't help the whimper that escaped him, new chills racing along his spine as she brought her mouth down to it while he watched wide-eyed, enclosing the moist, pulsing glans in a warm lip-locking pressure.
Milo couldn't hold back the whimper as he thrust his loins up responsively, shoving it between her ovaly clasping lips. He watched them tighten like an elastic band around his prick just below the head ... the same head and cock that had just been fucking up inside her cunt! And she was taking it as if it were a sweet stick of candy to .lick and savor inside the warm, moist cavern of her mouth!
He grunted and raised his head higher to watch her beautiful ovaled mouth sucking on him. He'd seen pictures of girls doing it to guys ... crummy pictures, because the girls always looked like pigs, but just to think that she, Mrs. Lindsey, the beautiful school nurse, was sucking him ... especially after she'd stuck it right up her cunt...! Oh crap! He just couldn't believe that it was really happening! The sight of it captured between her rounded, tightly clasped lips was just about driving him booby! Screw!
What was she going to do when he started to shoot out his jism...?
He watched as she sucked up off its tip, then began to lick it with her tiny moist tongue ... brush and lave it all over, from its base along its underside to its coronal ridge that was viscid and protruding from its pulled-back foreskin ... washing, playing, and caressing it with every lapping stroke ... then back down to its base and below to the smooth, velvety flesh of his balls! ... saliva dribbling excitedly down her tongue as she licked his young testicles with warm sweeping strokes; then, she raised his legs, pressing them back to expose his tight, brownish little anus and she trailed her damp tongue along the coral-hued ridge between his lean, widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly the puckered little hole, painting his inner-buttocks and finally, stiffening her tongue-tip in an effort to penetrate the tightly locked mouth of his rectum!
Barbara's belly and loins were an inferno of frenzied sensations at the forbidden nature of her lecherous ravishment, thrilling, erotic fermentations that were more avid than she could ever remember. The delicious, sweet piquancy of his tender, virile genitals was driving her to the point of orgasm with the mere thought of her forbidden and perverse acts alone! God, he was so helpless ... so completely subject to her slightest whim! She had to suck his boy-sperm into her throat and belly! That was the ultimate ... to coax and swallow the ambrosia from their loins!
Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-bloated young balls and along the solid shaft of flesh to its pulsating head, slipping her lips wetly down over it once more. Oh heaven ... luscious heaven! And there would be many more hours like this with him! There was nothing he could do but come to her whenever she wanted him! Sweet ... sweet boy-cock...!
Milo could think of nothing else but what she was doing to him, and that he had to shoot his stuff soon or he'd scream right out! Again, she was holding his cock with two fingers at its root while she sucked it steadily, moving her pretty mouth up and down rhythmically and using a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each upstroke. He tensed his pelvic muscles, pushing his loins up at her face. She moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with her white teeth and making him gasp out, his prick bloodless beneath her scraping suck and a rich purple at its smooth, rubbery tip.
Suddenly, she was wedging both hands beneath the cheeks of his ass, lifting them while she plunged her mouth down onto it in a frenzy. Crap almighty! It was completely vanishing up into her mouth ... all of it! ... going right up into the back of her throat, her nose and lips brushing against the hairs on his belly! Oh man ... man ... it was too much...!
Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making his cock-head vibrate and jerk like crazy! He gaped at her breasts ... those terrific tits that he'd sucked ... jouncing and dancing beneath her pumping body, the sight adding to his mounting climax ... and then he sensed the gnawing sensation in his balls!
He stared at her lovely face stuffed with his cock, working over him hungrily, her lush lips being pulled out as if her mouth were being turned inside out every time she came up off it, her cheeks puffing in and out obscenely as she sucked. He jerked his pelvis tighter up to her face, until he was right off the bed, his throat and mouth flannel-dry, and his pole of hot, hard flesh feeling as if it were going to shatter into a billion pieces any second...!
Oh screw! It was going to happen! ... his cock was ready to blow it right into her mouth! He writhed his young hips furiously and tangled his hands in her long raven-hair to hold her there as the hot stuff erupted deep down in his balls and started to cum!
"Uuuggghhhhhh...!" he grunted, whimpering between clenched teeth. "I-it's ccuummmiinnggg!"
His cock lurched into a violent jerking that flooded Barbara's eagerly sucking mouth with gush after gush of his white, hot sperm, bloating her cheeks with every seething squirt, and she swallowed, moaning around his pumping young organ, while her own insane climax overwhelmed her and she plunged her hand between her thighs to her moist, flushed cunt, tweaking and stroking her palpitating clitoris ... still sucking and nibbling on his deflated young member long after it had softened useless in her mouth....
CHAPTER 3
It was exactly as Barbara had surmised, the hatred and repugnance of herself in the aftermath of her despicable and degenerate rape of young Milo Wilson ... for certainly she had raped him!
He had left in tears, frightened and ashamed, practically running out the door once she had let him dress, but not before she had reminded him of what happened to people caught with marijuana. God what a depraved and corrupt lecher she had become! She realized this as she sat in her negligee, almost gulping down the strong measure of scotch she had poured to help soothe her conscience.
How quickly the private and secret vow she had made herself after David's proposal, had disintegrated, crumbling completely before the monstrous lust ever pervading her insatiable loins. She'd been a fool to think she could ever change. Only with Carl, had he lived, might it have been different. With his understanding and love ... the dynamic and fulfilling beauty of his sexual performance, could she have made it ... but Carl was gone, and there had been no man sexually, since....
Oh God, what was to become of her? She swallowed heavily from the glass while thoughts of Stevie Hamilton abruptly charged into her mind, his young blond handsomeness immediately stimulating her, even in the wake of the animal-like debauchery she had subjected Milo to not an hour before. Realization of her uncontrollable, perverse hunger, though she had long been aware of it, suddenly shocked her into facing the tangible question: was it David or his son whom she wanted to possess? ... or both...? God forbid!
She couldn't marry that beautiful man and destroy him ... for as certain as there was day and night, she would ... and his lovable, handsome son, too...! No ... no! And tomorrow she would tell him so...!
* * *
Stevie Hamilton had locked himself in his room, his anger and bitterness at his father's announcement of marrying Mrs. Lindsey, enraging him to tears. He just could believe that his Dad would insult his Mother's memory that way ... but he had, and he'd already asked her to marry him!
He could see right off that his father didn't know anything about her, like what Orvie Gaylord, Bart Carter, and Rocky Chalone had told him. She'd actually sucked their cocks and things, they had said ... but he did now! He'd bet anything she did it all right, took their pricks right out of their pants and put them in her mouth, like some of the dirty pictures he'd seen!
Crap almighty! He damned sure didn't want someone like that for a step-mother, he thought scornfully as he undressed, just so his father could have someone pretty to fuck! He didn't want anybody for a step-mother ... not now or ever...!
The light tapping against his door startled him.
"Stevie...."
"Yes...?"
"Well aren't you going to unlock the door...?"
"I-I'm going to bed."
"Oh...? It's only a little past nine, Son ... I thought perhaps you would like to chat some more...?"
Stevie swallowed at the lump in his throat. "I'm tired," he lied. "I'm going to bed."
There was a moment of hesitation, then determinedly: "Very well, if that's the way you want it. Good night...!"
"G-Good night," Stevie choked, exercising all of his restraint to keep from sitting down and bawling.
Oh crap! There it was! She was already coming between him and his father, and they weren't even married yet! Venomously, he kicked off his shorts and climbed naked into his bed, switching the room immediately into darkness and wiping the tears from his eyes.
Damn her! Oh, damn her! He didn't know how, but someway he was going to stop her! She was never going to sleep in his Mom's bed! He would think of something ... even if he had to go to his Dad and tell him what the guys all said she did to them ... only, suppose they were lying...? And even if they weren't, his father probably wouldn't believe him anyway ... not about a thing like that ... sucking their cocks ... and letting them feel of her naked cunt while she did it...!
Man ... just thinking about that was making his own prick stiffen right out, and he reached down beneath the covers to take it in his hand, feeling it harden and jerk to his grasping fingers. A ripple of hot excitement raced from his groin into his belly at the envisioned picture of feeling up between the school nurse's shapely legs and touching her cunt. He had never touched a girl there, never even seen one except in dirty pictures, but he could imagine how it would feel with its soft pussy hair and everything...!
Subconsciously, as he thought of Mrs. Lindsey's terrific legs in her mini uniform, and putting his hand up in under it to feel of her soft cunt, he began to stroke his hardened cock rhythmically, picking up speed to the mounting lewdness of his conjured mental pictures, until he fancied her all naked before him and sucking it hungrily!
Then, with a frantic gesture, he leaned out of bed and sought one of his socks from the floor in the darkness and quickly jerked it down over his throbbing cock like a hood, sensing the mounting pressure rising up from his balls with a tremendous force, and he grunted aloud as he pumped his hot spurts of semen into the woolen sheath, pretending it was Mrs. Lindsey's pretty mouth...!
After, like always, he was disgusted with himself, wondering shamefully if his Mom had been watching him from up "there." Dammit, if it hadn't been for that woman, Mom, I never would've done it! You know that! She's to blame! But don't you worry, I'll think of some way to stop her! I promise! She isn't ever going to sleep in your bed...! Not ever, ever...!
CHAPTER 4
David sat alone in the Teacher's Lounge, going over some composition papers when Barbara walked in. As ever, the sight of her in her tight, leg-enhancing uniforms, gave him a lustful little start. He smiled, admiring her neat, unique upsweep of hair, the dark horn-rimmed glasses suggestive of an actress' prop, though he knew them not to be. Damn, she was beautiful...!
"No, don't get up, David," she said, walking to the coffee urn and drawing herself a cup, then joining him in the opposite chair, the ladylike position of her adjoined calves and knees eliminating his direct view, even as it modishly revealed a good portion of her nylon-covered outer thigh. "I-I have something to say to you ... and it isn't going to be easy...."
"Oh?" David heard himself respond, lowering the papers onto his long-legged lap, a nauseous little sensation glooming his abdomen. It was almost as if he knew what she were going to tell him before she began....
"For ... for reasons of my own ... reasons that I am unable to explain, David ... I can't marry you," she said softly, while he watched her beautiful mouth move, telling him exactly what he hadn't wanted to hear. A hurting lump had crept into his throat and he could only stare at her, a feeling of utter stupid emptiness washing through him. "I wish I could explain it all better ... but I can't. I-I'm terribly, terribly sorry, David...."
He thought he detected a teardrop. He tried to think of something to say ... Christ, he'd never felt so goddamned inadequate in his life!
Finally, he managed: "You ... you don't love me...? Is that it?"
"I didn't say that! I couldn't say that ... not really ... because I don't know!" she replied sincerely. "I've only loved one man in my life ... and I never thought I could love another ... just as you explained to me your feeling for Janet. But ... but that's not the reason, David...."
"Then what is it? Maybe I can help...?" he begged, leaning forward, certain of the tiny trickle of tears that were spilling from her eyes now.
For a moment, Barbara even debated that, the possibility of unburdening her heart and soul to him, and finding in his strong and understanding love the needed strength and solace she had lost in Carl's wasteful death. But then, Stevie's handsome, desirable face burst into her brain and she shook her head decisively.
"No ... you can't help, David darling!" She bolted to her feet. "No one can help! I'm sorry ... but please ... we better not see anymore of each other...! It'll be easier that way...!"
She was actually crying as she tripped across the room to the doorway, not looking back when he called after her, and practically knocking Mr. Stern, the Principal, one side in her exit.
"Well ... , " the stocky, little man said, pausing to pivot on his heels and gape after her. "What's with her, David...?"
"Oh ... upset this morning, I guess," the lanky, gaunt faced English teacher said, managing a feeble grin, while his guts churned in their bath of miserable dejection.
"Hmmm ... like my wife. She's going through the change, you know," he said, dragging his eyes away from Barbara's retreating figure and walking toward the coffee-urn. "Damned near impossible to live with ... but if she had legs like that...." He grinned over at David with a sly wink. "Anyway, I wanted to discuss the department curriculum with you, I have some definite ideas of my own, being an old English teacher, that I believe have merit...."
* * *
Orvie Gaylord was a two hundred and twenty-five pound, six-feet giant of nubbin-headed, barrel-chested muscle at sixteen, and the son of one of the more prominent state senators, a man who many thought was destined to be governor very soon. The boy was not as stupid as he looked, Stevie often reminded his buddies, and the fact that he had access to an unlimited supply of dirty pictures as well as pot entitled him to a few answers in a test now and then. After all, where would the gang be when they wanted a case of beer, or his father's hunting camp for their swinging parties if it weren't for Orvie?
In truth though, Stevie was only talking, trying to keep it all going till the day, or night, when he would get up the courage to fuck Lottie Barker, or one of the other girls, after he'd smoked a joint with them.
If, and when, he thought about it seriously, which he did a great deal lately, Stevie had decided it was all on account of his Mom's memory that he hadn't let himself go with the rest of the guys ... and the terrific thing about it was that they didn't cut him ... never put him down ... just seemed to understand.
But there were times when he'd like to take a ball bat to old Orvie and club him right into the ground! One of them was right at that moment when they all stood in one corner of the gym in their trunks listening to Milo Wilson babble out a fantastic, if, exciting tale about Mrs. Lindsey seducing him the night before. Orvie was laughing and shaking his nubbin-head as if everything Milo said was a lie...!
"I tell you she did!" Milo spat angrily. "She put my cock right up inside her cunt, fucked me, then sucked it off!"
"Aw, come on, kid," Orvie belittled with a turn-away of his massive body. Then, coming back, he said: "Look the lady blew me right in her nurse's office. I had a pulled muscle from football and had to take my pants down. The next thing I know, she's got my cock out and sucking it! Okay? So I tried to feel of her pussy, but she wouldn't let me...."
"I did!" Bart Carter put in. "I sure as hell did! I had my finger right up inside it the night I went to her apartment! You remember, Orvie, she caught me with all those dirty pictures and told me I had to come to her place? Well, right there on the couch ... she sucked me off and I fingered her cunt...!"
"Yeah," Rocky Chalone laughed. "Big men. But did you ever actually look right up into her hole! 'Cause I did! She got up over me on the couch with her ass right in my face and I pulled her pants down and looked right up into it...!"
"Bullshit!" Orvie exclaimed. "The only hole you've ever looked up is Lottie's!"
It went on that way as Stevie backed away, his mouth falling open in utter astonishment. Crap, just listening to them talk was enough to stir his cock inside his jock. Man, he was thankful for that support right at the moment. At least, they couldn't see the way it was jerking and swelling.
The first inkling of an idea was coming into his mind! Dad could never put it down ... never fight it ... not with the guys backing him!
"Okay ... okay!" Orvie exclaimed, raising his hands for everyone to be quiet. "So we've had a ball with a nurse ... but have you guys ever stopped to think who was having the ball?" Shit, Stevie thought, Orvie wasn't so stupid. "That broad ... the nurse ... Mrs. Lindsey, is cutting her nuts at our expense! We're just her playthings ... and how come she got to you, Rock? Come on, tell us true...."
"Well ... I ... what the hell, I guess everyone knows! I knocked up Shirley Rade, then took her to Mexico for a two-buck abortion. And maybe if she hadn't been killed in Barney Landers' car, I might have married her! She was a doll ... and I don't know how Lindsey found out about it, but she did ... I don't have to tell you guys that my pop is district court judge! How do you think that would've gone down in my house...?"
Orvie laughed; Stevie didn't.
"Okay guys," the big boy said, crowding in close with his arms outstretched like in a basketball huddle. "We have to do something! The pretty nurse Lindsey has too much on us ... and how do we know what she's going to do with it if she gets up tight? I'll tell you ... we don't. We don't! ... But it's time that we did! She's dynamite!"
"Y-You got something in mind, Orvie?" Milo questioned thinking of his father.
Orvie Gaylord laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I've got a real thing in mind ... a spectacular that delicious bitch could never shake off...!"
Stevie heard all of their words only in the back of his mind. He could hardly believe that what they said was true. My God, his father ... his very own Dad was considering marrying the woman they were talking about! They were all lying, of course, making themselves sound bigger by convicting her, but in his own mind he was only concerned with the fact that she was trying to take his mother's place.
She wouldn't! He would never let her!
He had an idea of his own...!
* * *
David was not a drinker per se; a cocktail or an after dinner liqueur was generally his limit. His friends insisted that he could stretch one drink further than anyone they knew, and that he must hold some sort of record within the realm of sociable imbibers. He thought of them at that moment as he idly agitated the ice, scotch and water in the thin, narrow glass with the plastic stir rod. They might well change their opinions could they see him perched on a bar-stool in the Ming Tree, a Chinese operated bar with a Japanese motif, he mused sullenly.
This was his fourth in an hour, and he had grand intentions of reaching a dozen, providing he could remain intact on the stool. He had called Stevie from school around five, suggesting he go the hamburger and Coke routine downtown, then take in a movie. There was money in the top-drawer of the bureau, and if he wanted he could invite a friend. In all sincerity, David wasn't certain that he could even endure the company of his own son that night, not in the aftermath of Barbara's shattering refusal to marry him.
It had been a horrible day. A half-dozen times he had set out for her office to plead for reconsideration, but something of pride must have waylaid him in route, because he'd never made it, and by three-thirty he was more angry than crest-fallen.
To hell with her! If her reasons, whatever they were, could be stronger than her feeling toward him, then it was best that they forget the whole goddamned affair. She was right! They shouldn't see anymore of each other! Love had to be a rooted, shared bond, so strong as to endure the stress of any conceivable problem ... such as Janet and he had enjoyed ... and in their relationship it undoubtedly did not exist ... at least from her standpoint.
He sucked at his pipe, then swallowed from the glass. His mind had moved onto a velvety plane in the efficacy of the liquor. Actually, he didn't want to get drunk, only drown his anguish. He raised the glass again and drank heavily. Oriental music, faint and intriguing, seemed to exude from the mural walls and sky blue ceiling. The little toothy man behind the bar in his white jacket hustled industriously to keep David's compatriots down the leather seat counter in jovial contentment. They were six of them, three young typewriter-oriented girls in sexy mini things, and three older men beneath thinning, graying hair, flashing substantial green-bills of currency on the polished mahogany, as if it were something from a Monopoly game.
They laughed often, the girls, and that was pleasing to David. They were, he decided, trying to show their male partners that they appreciated their company. He glanced in their direction to observe the men. The least of the three, a tall, gangly individual much as his own self, was nearing baldness and less than a shade from fifty ... maybe more. Her eyes were sunken and his thin-lipped mouth like a gash in a skull. But he smiled warmly and the girl beside him responded. Perhaps, she valued the two-hundred dollar suit, the twenty-five dollar shirt, the fifteen dollar tie he wore!
David couldn't help but reflect upon his own appearance, his shoddy shoes and unpressed trousers, his wrinkled collar and outdated tie, his tweed jacket with its leather reinforced elbows. Christ, no wonder Barbara had shied away from him as if he were a virus!
But ... clothes didn't make the man! he consoled himself. Three salesmen enticing girls and violating the principles of their families at home, didn't quite make them men!
And what was he ? Any better or any worse ? At least, they accomplished their sexual goals ... or it would seem as so ... while he contemplated a journey into the metropolis to root out his whore...!
He intended to go! His loins were fired in their need. It hardly made a difference any longer what Barbara might think, did it? ... Or what anyone thought....
"I'll eat your little cunt right up to your navel!...." David heard the masculine voice nearest him promise whisperingly as he watched them, the redheaded girl who could not have been over twenty clinging hotly to the fattest of the three men.
"Do you like to eat pussy, Darling?" she hissed, her words carrying throughout the room above the stringy musical sounds raining down upon him.
"Yours, Angel! I'll eat it like you never believed possible!"
"Oh ... oh, you wild lover!"
Goddamn! David cursed inwardly, her words ricocheting wildly in the rotunda of his skull! He drained his glass and the slender, smiling, toothsome boy stood before him.
"Another," David said.
"Velly well, velly well," the little fellow replied, bowing, then bowing again as he retrieved the glass.
* * *
Stevie didn't go to a movie. In fact, he didn't even call a friend to have hamburgers and Cokes with him; instead, he walked downtown by himself so that he could think, uninterrupted, his keen young mind functioning collusively as it fitted together the steps necessary to his scheme. It would work, he felt certain, and there would be no way that his Dad could ignore the results. The guys would back him, too, and that would be the end of Mrs. Lindsey altogether...!
He had two hamburgers and a giant Coke at The Haven, then went back to the house and tried to watch TV, but couldn't concentrate on the program; his brain was too taken up with the exciting aspects of his lustful plan. He couldn't keep the mental visions of her doing all the things the guys had said that she did out of his thoughts ... sucking their cocks ... letting them put their fingers right up her cunt ... and old Milo actually fucking her!
Man! His prick was rock-hard again, just thinking about it. He twisted in the chair to loosen the straining crotch of his pants, then pressured his hand against his swollen organ. Crap, imagine having a bitch like her for a stepmother? But he knew his father would never believe him if he told him ... and that's why he had to do it!
A sensation of emptiness echoed through his belly. Frig! Did he have the nerve to ... to trap her that way, then tell his father the whole thing ... how she seduced him and all about it...? Dammit, yes, he did if he had to ... anything to keep her out of his Mom's bed!
Only ... he didn't have to do it yet, Stevie satisfied himself, while he continued to rub his hardened cock through his pants. She hadn't agreed to marry his Dad to that point, and maybe she wouldn't ... then, he wouldn't have to do it at all ... but crap, he wished he had the guts ... he'd do it anyway...! Man ... her pretty mouth sucking his cock while he fingered and looked right up her cunt...! She'd get up over him the way she did with Rocky, with her ass above his face and he'd pull her panties down ... maybe he'd even stick his tongue in her pussy and stare at her naked little asshole while she sucked him...!
Oh, frig, he had to do it to himself! He could hear his Dad's car if it came into the driveway...! Crap, he had to...! His prick was so hard it was beginning to hurt, and pretty soon his balls would start to ache if he didn't, he reasoned, switching out the light and taking out his handkerchief before unzipping his fly and releasing his rigid shaft of hot, boyish flesh.
Then, he stretched out his legs and by the light from the TV screen, began to stroke his cock vigorously, while his brain conjured licentious scenes of Nurse Lindsey sucking him as he performed every lewd thing he could imagine on her...!
* * *
Barbara's day had been one of the most miserable she could remember. Alone in her little office, she had wept silently for two hours after telling David that she couldn't marry him; but as painful and disgusting were the vivid recollections of her depraved ravishing of Milo Wilson the night before ... perverted acts that she couldn't begin to hold in check once her lecherousness reared its ugly head ... and it was doubtful that she could ever change.
The acceptance of that horrible fact had led her, sometime during mid-afternoon, to consider resigning her position and leaving Santa Lenora altogether. Though she had no intention of making a hasty decision, she had resolved to decide it that night, and there was small doubt in her mind what the outcome had to be.
She thought about it now, sitting in her flimsy nightgown and negligee in the apartment living room, a third martini in her slender, delicate hand. She had ignored dinner entirely, the thought of food nauseous to her in her present mood, the effects of the gin and vermouth far more appetizing as well as consoling.
Oh Carl ... Carl ... if only he were there to help her! God, she felt like throwing herself down and crying her heart out ... and probably she would if it would do any good! The truth of the matter was, that if she were not already in love with David Hamilton, she soon would be if she remained at the school, or even in Santa Lenora! To say that it was better for them not to see any more of each other was a simple thing, but to follow through with that platitude was another ... and she had to think of Stevie!
Dear God, there was no question but what she couldn't any longer trust herself. Like the fabled vampire's curse, there was nothing she could do to stop it once the vile urge came over her ... and no pledge or vow she might make herself could ever endure long in that handsome darling's presence. In the end ... Lord, what would it be like in the end...?
It had been so long since she'd had a normal sex act with a man ... since Carl ... and the odd part was that she'd had no desire that way ... only her young boy-cocks haunted her passion, practically driving her mad with desire ... Even David, as much as she thought of him, hadn't aroused her libido ... not that it was impossible if he tried, but he hadn't ... and in a way that had surprised her, too. Though, she hardly knew what she would do if he had; it almost seemed as if she would be violating her Carl's memory...!
God, what a weird sense of propriety she had developed!
The thought of going to bed with a man was offensive, leaving her empty, but committing abnormal acts with and on his son could set her right off, and be-damned with the consequences!
Suddenly, she drained her glass and poured another, her eyes puddling in the maze of her distressed thoughts. Oh Carl ... Carl ... what's going to happen to me? Please, help me...? Tell me what to do ... before it's too late...?
CHAPTER 5
David was not staggering drunk when Barbara opened the door to his ring, but he was hardly feeling any pain, and to say the least, she was surprised to see him in that, or any condition, at all.
"I ... I've got to talk to you, Barbara!" he said a bit thickly, his jacket hanging open, his tie slightly askew. "Please, may I come in...?"
Momentarily, Barbara hesitated; then: "All right ... come in....Sit down, David. You've been drinking, haven't you," she said, rather than asked, reassuming her place on the couch across from the chair he chose to crumble into.
"As they say in those lousy late movies on TV, I've been drowning my sorrows, and seemingly ... doing a damned poor job of it," he admitted, finding his pipe and sticking it between his teeth, as if its presence were necessary to bolster his confidence. "But then ... it seems I do a damned poor job at just about everything, don't I, Barbara...?"
"If ... if you're referring to us, David, and ... and what I told you this morning ... it's not your fault," she said softly, realizing exactly what he was getting at, and why he had come. "M-my decision has nothing to do with you--"
"Nothing to do with me?" he blurted, moving forward to the edge of his chair and snatching the pipe from his mouth. "How the hell can you say a thing like that? It has everything to do with me! Dammit, I'm in love with you, Barbara!"
"Please, David ... don't make it any harder for me?" she said, getting aimlessly to her feet to move across the room and stare out the darkened window at the street below. She sensed him behind her ... and then his hands slipping around her waist, the warm presence of his strong, lean body immediately arousing a feeling of safety inside her. His gaunt hands clasped one another over the small bowl of her belly and he drew her back against him, kissing the crown of her head affectionately.
"I don't want to make it difficult for you, Barbara," he half-whispered hoarsely. "I want to help you ... whatever it is....Don't you understand what I'm saying? I-I love you, baby ... I want you to be my wife...!"
A wave of heartfelt emotion, the equal of which she had not known since Carl, washed through Barbara at the gentle sound and sincerity of his tone. She doubted that it was, but even if it were the liquor speaking, the effect it was having on her pain-filled conscience was like a soothing balm. He was Carl all over again, except for the enveloping aura of his pipe-tobacco, an aroma that seemed to spell security and loving depth of soul that made him David ... David Hamilton...!
And then, she felt it! ... the masculine hardness of his penis stirring against the rounded globes of her scantily covered buttocks, inspiring a sensation of longing that she hadn't known in too, too long...! She let her small hands slide down to cover his, clasping them warmly.
"Don't ask me questions, David darling," Barbara said in a whispering voice, tilting her head back against the broad shelter of his shoulder, her temple brushing against his chin. "I can't ... won't answer them....J-just hold me ... think of us as already being husband and wife ... and we're in our own little honeymoon privacy ... just the two of us, with no one, nothing else in the world that matters...! M-make love to me, David, my darling...!"
She turned, receptive in his arms, his brain reeling sensually at her seductive, sultry voice and the passion of her request.
In the shadows of the sparsely lighted room, David looked down into the splendor of her beautiful face as she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lush body slowly, but pointedly against his own. He felt his cock suddenly straining in its self-hardened state against the soft give of her belly, and her pointed, full breasts flattening over the area of his chest. Those enchanting eyes were closed, and her soft, moist lips offered to him.
He kissed them! He teased them! He ground his own eager mouth down onto hers with a sucking, nibbling, tongue-thrusting excitement he had forgotten existed, his big hands smoothing down her arched, hollowed, sheerly covered back to the full, rotund spheres of her delicious buttocks, caressing them hungrily until his long fingers clutched and drew her loins breathlessly against him, his hardened cock furrowing into the softness of her belly.
"I love you, David Hamilton!" she gasped when he raised his face to absorb her beauty. "I never thought I could love a man again ... but I do ... I love you!"
David could only listen and marvel at the words of intoxication tumbling from her lips. He hardly believed that it was happening. Less than an hour before he was a dejected, angry man ... and now? ... he was a lover, with his own true darling offering herself to him...! And she was, he knew!
He scooped her up tenderly in his arms, thinking as he gaped down at her loveliness, frills and lace, that she weighed less than a little pet dog he and Janet had once owned.
Janet? No! He didn't want to think of her ... wouldn't! Barbara was smiling into his face. She whispered: "You're going to do things to me, aren't you, darling?"
He kissed her. "I'm going to make love to you ... if that's what you mean!"
"I know ... and I want you to, lover! I want you to fuck me until I can't see straight! "
Following the utterance of the four-letter word, she kissed him while he carried her to the bedroom, but the vile and beautiful sound of it falling so freely from her delicate lips made his cock leap excitedly as wild jolts of enchantment charged from his groin into his belly to ripple back and forth there.
Christ, he loved her!
He lowered her gently onto the bed, then took a step backward to view her absolute beauty. Damn, she was a goddess of some sort...!
"You undress, darling, while I do!" she whispered, sitting up to remove her peignoir as he stood there. Then, he threw off his jacket and tore at his tie, his eyes fastened upon the enrapturing body she revealed to him with a charm he could only measure by his bought girls ... except that she was the woman he loved, and he would never have to go to whores again!
She lie back, her luscious breasts doing little enticing things of a dancing motion before they fell, each, to one side pointedly, her legs slightly raised in reception, but spread without being obscene, until he could see the ravishing, hair-ornamented delight of her loins and the pink, slightly throbbing split of her waiting cunt!
He kicked off his shorts, his cock slashing the air wildly as she raised a bit to look at him, then fell back with a gasp of breath.
"Love me good, darling!" she gasped. "Oh God, David, please love me good...!"
Love me good? Christ! he swore in his head as he crawled onto the bed. He'd love her till she couldn't breathe! He already loved her to the point of distraction! His goddamned cock was so hard it didn't have any feeling! He'd kill himself and her too!
He climbed half onto her and kissed her, feeling her tongue darting into his mouth sensuously. He'd never believe it was happening ... not really ... not really, really...!
Barbara refused to think. To concentrate, to imagine herself lying prone and open, offering herself to this wonderful man ... or any man; if she thought about it. It seemed sacrilegious! Yet, as he came onto the bed and engulfed her into his arms, she pressed her thigh up against his loins, feeling the weeping moisture from his cock against her flesh from its turgid, rubbery head!
"Oh ... oohhhh God, David! I-I ... I want to know every inch of you!" she hissed, running her fingers through his hair, her breath warm and sweet in his face.
He lay on top of her and she kissed him, darting her tongue up into his mouth as he moved his big hands down beneath her to the smoothness of her buttocks, cradling the soft, round spheres in his palms and splayed fingers. She clung tightly to him, running her hands exploringly over his lean, hard flesh, searching eagerly into the private hollows of him. Her head swam with the thrilling delight of the moment ... with the anticipation of her fulfillment to come. Dear God, how she needed him ... how she was always going to need him ... how she would love him forever and ever and ever...!
His cock pressed majestically against her loins, its generous head splitting the narrow, hair-lined slit between her cunt-lips, lying poised and ready, as if it might plunge into her at any second of its own accord. The though induced her to lift her hips suddenly, raising both of them and she wedged her hands between their bodies, using her fingertips to spread her moist, fleshy vaginal lips more open to him, offering an even greater tensing contact for his cock with her velvety, sensitive cuntal flesh; then she dropped back onto the bed again.
David's brain continued to swirl from the erotic enchantment of her nakedly inviting body. Damn, he had forgotten it could be like this! ... that a man could completely lose all sense of perspective when he lay between the legs of a beautiful woman! ... especially the woman he loved! He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body hungrily, while she began a slow, rhythmic undulation with her hips and buttocks; he could feel the long smooth muscles and cords beneath her white, silken flesh ripple lightly, indicating a hidden, unexpected strength he would not have imagined. In his lust-fused mind he could feel those soft, but powerful, sinews of her thighs gripping at his back when he buried his anxious cock inside her belly.
Barbara whimpered, catlike, and mashed her lips against his, writhing her smooth belly tightly up to him, her long nails beginning to gently rake the flesh of his back as he drew her impassioned loins up closer to his own. He tasted the delicious nectar of her desire-heated mouth and he began to move up and down slowly, the insinuated full length of his hardness massaging her widespread cunt-slit with its soft, hair-lined lips wrapped so warmly and damply around his cock, and growing more viscid with every passing second; he felt her firm, rounded buttocks tauten and relax in his hands as she began a more frantic rotation up against his genitals, until at last, her legs shot out wide to the left and right of his lean, grinding hips and thighs, her calves returning to encircle and press against the backs of his legs, pulling and locking him tighter into her.
"Ooohhhh ... now, David ... now! Fuck me, darling ... please...! Fuck me before I go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her panting breath hot in his face, her slender hand darting down between them to grasp his throbbing cock and guide it further into her between the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her moist, quivering cunt passage.
David grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself back any longer, and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove his hardened cock-shaft with a resounding smack deep into the grasping hot mouth of her hungrily sucking vagina.
"Ooohhhhhhh!" Barbara moaned pleasurably under him, while the amazing tightness of her moist, velvety passage-walls sheathed his sensitive, steel-hard spear of flesh with a skilled muscle control that raised another guttural grunt of delight from deep in his throat.
He thrust eagerly, sending his long, aching cock up into her warm tight cunt with a passionate force, whipping her breath away as he plunged into her, the flow of her lubricating secretions easing the way with every pummeling stroke, until at last the blood-engorged head of his thick member struck bottom, his balls slapping hard between the smooth rounded cheeks of her excitedly clenching ass.
Barbara whimpered with the sensations of pleasure his heavy cock immediately brought her, even as she writhed under him in a brief moment of pain when its bloated head solidly nudged her cervix, and her whimper became an unmistakable cry that seemed to incite his mounting lust. He drove harder, his almost sadistic reaction surprising her as he ground his pelvis into her soft loins ... surprising and feeding her own masochistic need with his flexing of its swollen head at the apex of his thrust ... again and again ... until finally he paused and just lie there, his splendid cock filling the tingling, wanting cavity between her legs.
He kissed her then, his big, wonderful hands caressing and squeezing her swollen breasts deliriously, his man-tongue searching her mouth, the desire-influenced taste of his hot, masculine breath an almost forgotten ecstasy to her. She sucked at his tongue while she smoothed her hands over him possessively, licentious fermentations of erotic joy saturating her whole naked body.
God! She did love him! She did! He was Carl all over again ... perhaps even more Carl than the Carl she dreamed her dead husband had been! The strength of him was flowing through her sensual body by way of his grand cock entombed in her belly, and little purring sounds of servitude tumbled unrestrainedly from her voraciously sucking mouth as she lay beneath him, completely and wantonly subjugated to his smallest whim, entirely impaled on his beautiful, lust-hardened rod of love-flesh, probing the very intricate depths of her warm, soft vaginal channel!
Oh God, he was so absolute! There was no question but what he owned her completely at that very moment! She could never remember being so dominated ... so loved ... so totally a possession, and the enchanting sensation was stimulating a vein of masochism she had never realized was a part of her! God, she would marry him ... she would ... she would!
David's liquor-drenched brain could barely cope with the carnal bliss immersing it! It still didn't seem possible that what was taking place was a reality! He would wake up soon and it would be all over ... except that his cock would be like a fence-post ... yet, no! It was wholly buried inside her belly ... between her legs ... in the magnificent sucking channel of her cunt ... his Barbara's ... and those were her breasts he was squeezing and fondling ... her belly he lay upon ... her hot mouth he was kissing!
Christ! She had truly given herself to him! She loved him ... asked him to fuck her, just like that ... fuck me until I can't see straight! ... Goddamn! They were going to be so happy ... so beautifully happy...!
"Oh darling, darling...!" he heard her choke passionately...."I love you! I want to marry you, David! Please ... I want to...!" she gasped, her words, her thoughts confused in her ecstasy, he knew, but she meant them, and nothing else mattered!
"We'll be the happiest people in the world!" he hissed down at her.
"And we'll do this ... every morning and ... and every night?" she gasped.
"And all day Sunday!"
"I'll suck it for you, darling!" Barbara exclaimed. "Whenever you want me to ... and even when you don't!"
"Oh ... oh Christ!" David choked, beginning a series of flexing, cock-head actions once more, and raising a sequence of gurgling moans from between her impassioned, gnashing teeth.
She labored tautly up against him and he ground harder into her hot, moist flesh, sensing her arch her loins cravingly up to him, again lifting both of their bodies from the bed while she whimpered incessantly and he began his thrusting cock-tempo once more.
"I love you!" he hissed at her.
"And ... and ... I love you, my darling!" she confessed in her lust-throttled whisper.
He felt her smooth feminine legs tighten and release around his hips, as she started to work up and down industriously on his rigid pole of cock-flesh with her clasping pussy, until they had established a mutual cadence and her head started to loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to side, while her mouth opened and closed in fantastic abandon!
"Oh David ... Darling, Darling ... promise you'll never leave me! I need you so...!" she gasped in her mounting passion. Ooohhhh ... your wonderful cock ... I can feel it way up in my belly! Oh ... oh God, Lover, do ... do more! Make me your woman ... your slave! Ooohh ... put your ... your finger in my bottom! Please ... hurry...!" she begged wantonly.
Her plea set off a maddening current of sensations within him, causing a new tremor of licentiousness to race furiously to his prick, his brain, and his groping hands. He searched in under her to the widespread crevice separating her rounded buttocks, while he pounded his ever-growing cock into the soft dampness of her seething cunt.
He sought her tiny, hairless anus with his middle finger, trailing along the velvety smoothness of the undulating furrow, finding it without difficulty ... and finding it wet and pulsating from a thin rivulet of warm moisture that had dribbled down from where his cock pleasurably stroked into her. She shivered in lascivious delight as he taunted the puckered little mouth, further lubricating the tiny orifice with the balled pad of his long, index finger before teasing and probing it with the firm tip.
David sensed her smooth rounded ass press back onto the stiffened digit while he pushed into it, surprised at first at its resistance ... until abruptly, it popped, its elastic ring of spongy flesh seeming to open like a small mouth to absorb and fish-like suck his thick finger inside to the first knuckle joint. She lurched beneath him, almost as though she were trying to escape the invasion, but he knew different.
"Oh ... ooohhhh, God ... yessss, Darling! A-All the way ... more ... oh ... all the way, Lover...!"
David felt nothing short of barbaric in the overwhelming salacity she was firing in him. Christ, not with Janet, his whores, or any woman he could remember had he known such lascivious passion! His brain was a saturated sponge of lust! He thrust his imbedded finger further up into her hotly clasping rectal passage, while simultaneously increasing the stroke of his pillaging cock into the warm, lubricious channel of her cunt, feeling her soft smooth rectal walls the length of his long probing finger to the palm of his hand, raising a choking erotic groan from the depths of her white slender throat.
She skewered her buttocks shamelessly onto his extended finger that was searching, thrusting, circling the rubbery sanctuary of her nether-channel, seeming to revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it experimentally, massaging the spongy walls, feeling the in-and-out thrusts of his solid cock through the thin, fleshy partition separating the two intimate canals ... feeling his rigid prick with his exploring, pummeling finger, and his finger against the sensitivity of his charging, aching organ.
Christ, he thought wildly, what a woman she was! He'd never dreamed that her beautiful body could have contained such a hidden libidinous drive; damn ... was he man enough for her...? Already his balls had begun to churn and a massive pressure had started to build in his groin! But he couldn't fail her ... that would certainly spell the end of everything for them!
He tried to establish a combination tempo of finger and cock, until he was fucking into her with furious unison, while she moaned and writhed unceasingly in under him. He felt her spread her long white legs to the fullest, allowing him complete access in his salacious ravishment of her open pussy ... and suddenly, he sensed his cock expanding more and more ... growing inside her vagina toward that ultimate moment when it would erupt like a boiling volcano ... its ever increasing, needlelike pressure mounting unbelievably in his bloated balls that were smacking in a steady cadence between her moist, working buttocks and against his own probing hand with its finger buried far into the secret delight of her rectum.
Oh damn ... he couldn't last much longer! She was just too much for his unpracticed staying power! God, he didn't want to disappoint her ... not this, their first time ... but ... but his cock was ready to shatter with the load he was going to blow through it!
He began pounding into her with longer, harder strokes, while his finger wormed into and fucked her desperately clasping back-passage frenziedly. She gripped him tight over his back with her shapely, white legs, her face contorting in a frantic mask of animal lust, and he hoped dazedly that she was getting ready to cum. He just couldn't last another minute...!
David heard her little whimpering moans then, tiny guttural sounds that were raising into her throat, and he felt her strong, clasping thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust upward onto his cock and backward onto his finger to the tempo of his merciless ravaging of her loins.
"Oooohhhh ... harder, Darling! Fuck harder ... harderrr!" Barbara coughed, driving her heels into the hard flesh of his back. Abruptly, she drew her legs back higher, locking her ankles over his broad shoulders, presenting him with the full, widespread plain of her beautiful, upraised genitals, her eyes and teeth locked tightly together, as her lovely face twisted and strained in the first throes of orgasm.
Barbara whimpered, cried out, then actually screamed, pulling her thighs back tighter, thrusting her hungrily sucking vaginal slit up at him with bruising force, her mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, choking gasps tumbling from her lips as she screwed her loins up onto his cock and clung there while the hot, moist walls of her vagina milked at his swollen, driving member like the mouth of a starving child.
Her ecstasy triggered David's climax as he continued to hammer into her, feeling her cunt-walls secrete their warm bath around his pistoning cock, flooding his shaft, balls, and hand, her soft and velvety rectal flesh grasping and working convulsively at his buried finger. And as she jerked and squirmed beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt drawing at him feverishly, her breathing labored in short, deep gasps, he sensed his own hot sperm racing the length of his prick in stimulating rapture, racking his lean frame as it spurted from the tip of his cock far up into her velvety, clasping passage.
It squirted and gushed in splashing jets, delighting Barbara's craving belly as she thrust her loins up tightly against his jerking pelvis, his magnificent pumping cock tripping her insatiable lust even a second time.
"Oh ... oh God! Don't stop, Lover! Fuck me hard ... oohhhh! I'm cuuummmiiiinnnngggg againnnnn ... eeeiiiggghhh...!" she shrieked, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with her second climax from the unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was spilling into her ... until at last, David slumped, heavily relaxed on top of her, easing his finger from her rectum with a damp, hissing sound, while Barbara encircled him possessively inside her caressing arms.
She sighed chokingly from deep in her chest, her legs slowly falling limp, while her heart pounded against his breast. At last, she had been fulfilled again in normal sex ... and oh God, how fulfilling...! It ... it was going to be all right! Yes ... yes ... yes! It was going to be beautiful for them...!
CHAPTER 6
When Stevie heard David whistling in the bathroom that morning while he showered and shaved, a feeling of helplessness clawed at the cavity of the boy's belly. His father wasn't given to outward emotional displays, regardless of his inner feelings be they good or bad, and to his knowledge he had never heard the man whistle, except when he was trying to fix some broken mechanical thing ... It meant only one answer! His Dad was supremely happy over something, and the dreaded thought of what that something was, sliced through Stevie like the keen-edged blade of a knife! Mrs. Lindsey
...that goddamned woman had agreed to marry him...!
It wasn't long before he learned how accurate his guess had been. Generally, they grabbed a quick breakfast at home, but that morning his father took him downtown to a restaurant for pancakes and sausage, Stevie's favorite. Halfway through the meal, when his taste buds were blotting out all else, his Dad had said:
"Your going to have a new mother, Stevie! It's all settled. Barbara has agreed to marry me! So ... can I count on you to accept her as my wife ... your new mother?"
It seemed almost as if the food had turned rancid in Stevie's mouth, or that suddenly he was bloated full, because he couldn't have eaten another bite if his life had depended on it. He gaped at his grinning father across the table, all of the things he wanted to blurt at him stifled by the mouthful of food near-choking him ... and by the time he had swallowed it away, and his father had talked on, unleashing more of his exuberance, Stevie feared that he might vomit.
David was quite conscious of the effect his final announcement was having on his son, but he had no intention of trying to soften the blow or coddle the boy. In his estimation, Stevie was being totally selfish and unrealistic about it, and to indulge him, David felt, would be the equivalent of admitting to irreverence of Janet's memory, which couldn't be further from the truth.
Their coming marriage was a fact now; only the date had to be set, and there wasn't a happier man in the world! Now, it was up to his son to see and understand this, and above all, to accept it as inevitable.
In his normal manner, David carried on light conversation as he drove them to school, not dwelling on the marriage issue but covering the usual things such as the sport scene and the like that they always bantered back and forth. It was, in fact, a one-sided conversation, with little more than grunts emitting from the boy's handsome, tight-lipped face, but David absolutely refused to acknowledge his obvious embitterness. Might as well get it settled in his young mind once and for all ... he was going to have a beautiful new mother ... and he, himself, was going to have a magnificent new wife...! Damn, he couldn't rid his mind for more than a moment at a time of how lustfully breathtaking her lovemaking the night before had been!
It wasn't going to happen! ... Stevie kept repeating within to himself long after he'd left his father in the school parking lot and walked dazedly along in a numbed rage, either avoiding or ignoring his buddies as his brain functioned insidiously. A half-dozen times he had nearly spat out everything he knew about her to his dad, but somehow, he'd kept hold of himself, realizing that he never would have been believed, and in the end he probably would only have brought on his unwitting parent's indignation. No ... there was only one way to handle it now ... He would resort to his plan! The realization that he had no choice but to entrap her, just as she had done to a score of the guys, caused a galvanic sensation of apprehension mixed with stimulating and racy excitement to charge through him.
Man, was he capable of it...? Would he turn chicken when the time came...? Supposing she didn't come on like she had with Orvie, Milo and Rocky...? What then...?
Crap, she had to! It was the only way he could figure to stop her ... and he had to do that for his dead Mom's sake...!
* * *
It had been a long time since Barbara had looked upon a beautiful new day with a feeling of absolute normalcy permeating her whole being! She was in love again! Truly in love, and God, with such a wonderful man ... and dynamic lover!
There was no question in her mind now but what, with the strength of David's love, she could renew her sacred pledge and keep it! She would never again seduce, or attempt to seduce another boy ... or man, though the latter never had been her problem, had it? But it was over and done ... behind her; a new and magnificent world of enchantment had been opened to her, while the ugly-headed monster that had been her curse had fallen before the mighty lance of her St. George...!
Barbara smiled as she busied herself industriously around her small, school-office ... smiled in blushing excitement at the allegory she had just drawn. It was a mighty lance that her gallant, jovial St. George possessed, wasn't it? A tiny shiver of delight rippled upward along her spine. God, she had hardly been able to get to sleep the night before with the ravishing memorable feel of it buried so deeply in her needing loins. And to think of it right at that moment was enough to set her off in a sensuous tizzy. Again, a slight tremor of arousal danced up the smooth flesh of her back and she felt the moisture dampening her panties between her warm thighs.
Lord, this was no time for carnal meditation, she admonished herself happily, pleased that the mere thought of her lover and future husband could do such rapturous things to her. Oh, they were going to be so happy ... and she would make Stevie a good and proper mother. She would! She felt certain of it now ... now that her darling St. George had rescued her....
The tapping on her door interrupted her buoyant absorption.
"Come in," she said pleasantly, seating herself behind her desk, an unexpected flustering in her belly making its immediate presence known when she recognized Milo Wilson. Forcefully, she straightened, offering him a reserved smile. "What-what is it, Milo?"
The boy returned her smile with a hesitant one of his own. "My ankle, Mrs. ... Bar ... Mrs. Lindsey," he stammered, as if debating his right to use her first name the way she had instructed him only two nights before.
Barbara caught it, of course, the lurid stupidity of her weakest moments flashing little bulbs of self-anger in her brain. Her smile faded and she stood....Must keep complete control of this situation! Nothing has ever happened! Nothing...!
"Did you twist it again?" she questioned, moving around the desk.
"Yeah, I did ... this morning on the way to school," he said. "I stepped on a little stone...."
"Well, let's have a look at it," Barbara said, pleased with the professional manner she had quickly been able to assume. "Come over here and sit down." She pushed the chair forward, watching him hobble toward it, actually gratified to see that it was quite swollen once more. At least, he hadn't pretended just to find a reason to come see her. And God knows, they had too often done that the morning after, or as soon as they mustered the courage, hoping to arrange another little orgy, which many times they had....But not this day! "Here, let me see," Barbara said confidently, dropping to her haunches to remove his shoe and sock.
Milo stared down at her with excited, if pain-filled eyes, the sight of her tiny uniform-skirt drawing up high on her white, nylon-covered thighs that she was holding demurely together making his cock jerk inside his pants, the same thighs she had spread wide apart so that he could see her cunt! Crap, was it true? Had it happened...?
"You've really wrenched it this time, young man," she was saying as she examined the swollen, purplish area with her delicate fingers, while mean jolts of pain shot up his leg all the way to his brain. "Well ... I may have to send you home to your father for this. He'll want to take an X-ray, Milo, but in the meantime, we'll pack it in ice and see if we can get some of the swelling down...."
She went on to say more, but he hardly listened. He realized that he'd been a nut to twist his ankle on purpose like he had, but frig, he had to have a reason for coming to her office....He hadn't slept for two nights just thinking about her and the way she'd fucked and sucked him! His cock was sore and his groin ached continuously, he'd jerked off so many times since. Anyway, he had to tell her what Orvie intended to do! Crap, he loved her too much to let anything like that happen...!"Roll up your pant leg, Milo, and put your foot and ankle down in this tub of ice-water," Barbara ordered, setting the heavy container before him with a puffing little grunt, then smiling up at him. "That was heavy, dear."
Dear! She'd called him dear! Crap, it'd been worth it all right! He'd break his leg right off to get next to her again! He said:
"Maybe I better take 'em off ... my pants, I mean....It'll be easier, won't it...?"
Barbara read the look in his excited eyes, its presence firing an unwanted fermentation through her loins and belly to add fuel upon the licking flames that thoughts of David had already rekindled there. She swallowed to rid the dryness from her rapidly parching throat. The first test! ... she reasoned confusedly, her mind uncontrollably filling with lecherous mental visions of his handsome young body ... and cock!
"No! No, Milo...!" she said sharply. "That won't be necessary. Just roll up your pant-leg...!"
"Y-yes ma'am! Yes ma'am!"
* * *
At ten-thirty, David went to Barbara's office and insisted she join him for a coffee-break in the lounge.
"Oh, darl ... David, I have a young patient with a sprained ankle," Barbara replied, elated by just the sight of him.
"Milo...?" David said, entering the room and squatting before the boy. "Hey ... this is nasty...."
"Yes, I think his father will probably want to take X-rays," Barbara said. "I want to get some of the swelling down first"
"It doesn't look broken," David said, looking close. "I have a feeling for these things, Milo....I played so much basketball and football."
"Yes sir," Milo replied, watching the looks that passed between them with growing bitterness. Goddamn her! She was doing it with him too! She was doing it with everybody! He swallowed at the basketball-sized lump growing in his throat....
"Listen, I want to take your nurse for coffee, okay?" David said, springing to his feet.
"What...! Oh sure ... sure...."
"You'll be okay for twenty minutes, eh?" David grinned gauntly.
"Heck yes ... of course I will, Mr. Hamilton. You sonofabitch!
Milo felt like bawling when they walked out the door together. His ankle pained severely, and he'd done it all for her, gritting his teeth and just turning it over on purpose! Now, they were talking about X-rays and his old man! Shit! The bitch! The dirty bitch! She was a two-timer, all right! He hadn't ought to tell her one thing about Orvie's plans ... and he wouldn't unless she started to act the way she had the other night! He wouldn't! Maybe, Orvie and Rocky were right about her! She just wanted to suck boy-cocks and get the poor guys in the bag to her! Goddamn her! He'd show her! He would! She couldn't do that to him...!
* * *
"Are you happy, Angel?" David whispered as only he could, Barbara thought. She thought further of the passionate delights that had swept her up in a wave of unequaled beauty in her lifetime, giving all due respect to Carl, yet, knowing this lanky, wonderful man in his tattered tweeds offered any girl everything she ever dreamed of!
She reached over the table and took his hands. "I'm happy, David! You made me happy last night!"
"Damn! You were breathtaking!" he gasped.
"Easy, darling, teachers are watching...."
"Who cares? You're going to be my wife ... and dammit, let's not make that too far off!"
Barbara laughed. It was really a subterfuge and she knew it. Her mind was immersed in its evil, too-long, steeped perversions! She could not help but think of Milo sitting placidly waiting back in her office, or of the licentious acts she had committed with him. She thought of him wanting to take his trousers off, then felt the moisture between her legs against her panties again. David smiled, and perhaps that was all she needed! It wasn't going to happen ... ever, ever again!
"God ... why can't we go someplace right now!" she hissed, clutching at his big hands. "I want to make love to you!"
Barbara saw his cheeks flush and was surprised. He caught her hands inside of his. "Tonight ... after the faculty meeting," he said. "I'll come to your place...."
"No! No, not tonight!" she replied, having no reason for saying it, except that he had seemingly shied on her for a moment.
"Why not?"
"I have other plans...." she lied. "Maybe, tomorrow night."
"Wow! Okay. Does that mean you're angry?"
"Of course not," Barbara answered, smiling. "How could I get angry with you, darling?"
"I hope you can't! We need you ... Stevie and I...."
Stevie! God, at that very moment she could eat him alive with his blond hair and handsome face! Oh God! Where was St. George but sitting right across from her! Courage, Barbara, courage! You've whipped it! All that's left is in the proving! She said:
"I have to get back, darling. Milo is sitting there, remember?"
"Poor lad," David grinned. "Okay, I understand. But first, where do you want to honeymoon?"
"Oh God! I don't know! Surprise me, David!"
"All right, I will. I'll surprise you happily a thousand times, little girl!"
She stared at him for a long moment. "Yes," she answered finally. "I know you will ... you will!"
* * * by mid-morning, Stevie had worked himself into such a virulent, if fear-filled state of rancor toward the school nurse, Barbara Lindsey, that he felt he could no longer bear it. Above all was his self-distrust in the carrying out of his scheme when that licentious moment finally came ... he would go jellyfish ... as sure as crap, he would...! He didn't have the guts! He didn't even have the poop to shove it in old Lottie, and every guy in the school had done that...!
It was during Phy-Ed that he realized he couldn't stand it any longer ... he had to talk to her ... beg her not to marry his Dad...! And at least, that would be making one last attempt before he resorted to the other, he satisfied himself after he had told Coach Willows that he'd pulled a hip muscle playing basketball and wanted to go up to the nurse.
Hesitantly, he stood before her closed door for a full minute screwing up enough courage to knock; then, heard her say: "Come in," in that sultry voice of hers.
"Stevie...!" she exclaimed in surprise, her lovely face brightening in a radiant smile. "Now what can I do for you?"
Stevie hardly knew what he expected, but for some reason her warm attitude took him aback. The shock though was seeing Milo sitting there with his naked foot in a pan of water.
"Hi," the dark-haired boy grunted, as if he weren't too happy at his friend's arrival. Then, with a half-grin: "I sprained it again, and man, does it hurt."
"It's a nasty wrench," Barbara informed, glancing down at it; then, looking back at Stevie: "Is there something wrong, Stevie?"
"What...? Oh, no ... that is, I can see that you're busy," the blond boy stammered, backing toward the door. "I-I just pulled a hip muscle was all ... but it'll be okay...!"
"No, I'm not busy, Stevie. Milo's just sitting there trying to get rid of some swelling. There's nothing more I can do for him," Barbara informed seriously. "You come into the other room and let me see what...."
"No ... it'll be okay," Stevie insisted, backing out the doorway while Milo sat grinning at him. "It'll be fine ... no kidding!"
"Wait, Stevie...!" Barbara tried, moving around her desk toward him, but like that, he was gone, and by the time she reached the doorway and looked down the corridor she could see him running, until he disappeared. In bewilderment, she drew back inside and slowly closed the door, unable to fathom his confusing actions. Then, she saw the grin on Milo's young face. "What strikes you as being so funny, Master Wilson?"
Milo snickered. "Him ... Stevie....Like he didn't expect to find me here, Mrs. Lindsey ... know what I mean? I think he had plans."
"Plans?" Barbara repeated, not certain that she at all liked the expression on her young patient's face, nor the obvious meaning of his remark. Yet, she couldn't help the little sensation of excitement it set off inside her either, but she had no intentions of letting this boy know that. "I don't believe I quite grasp your meaning, Milo."
"Awww ... come on, Mrs.--Barbara," Milo said, a feeling of what-did-he-have-to-lose courage starching his backbone. When it all boiled down, he had her as much over a barrel as she had him! Besides, how could she ever prove that he'd had that joint in his pocket, and even if he couldn't make anyone believe what she'd done to him, just the stink it would make in Santa Lenora would finish her! Though, that wasn't what he wanted; to do it all over again, that was what he wanted...!" ... Remember...? You said you'd be my girl friend ... and that we'd do more things like we did...!"
"Stop that talk, Milo! Stop this instant!" Barbara snapped in a hissing voice. "And don't ever call me Barbara again! My name is Mrs. Lindsey...!"
"But you said...."
"I never said anything, young man! I don't even know what you're talking about! But I am certain that I don't like what I just heard!" she spat at him, steeling herself, determined to overwhelm him by sheer adult brass. "And if I were you, Master Wilson, I wouldn't forget that the penalty for possessing marijuana could quickly land you in juvenile hall ... and my word would be all that was necessary!"
Milo sensed the sudden spurt of courage he had enjoyed draining from him. She seemed so friggin' confident! Maybe, she knew something he didn't; maybe, they'd just laugh at him if he told the truth! That's the way adults were ... like a great big pack of wolves doing whatever they wanted, and protecting each other, while at the same time they told their kids all the "rights" and "wrongs!" He stared at her as she turned away ... stared at the way her mini-uniform conformed to the rounded moons of her buttocks ... the same ass-cheeks he had seen naked ... like her legs and tits and cunt! She was all finished with him! He'd tortured his ankle for nothing! Crap, he could bawl!
He watched her sit down at her desk, back to him, and begin to fumble with papers. Goddamn her! All right! He'd do what Orvie wanted him to do! He would ... and she deserved it! He'd teach her to lie to him! She wasn't his girl friend at all...!
Barbara stared at her log-book, finally beginning to write in a fine hand as the events of the last few minutes raced through her mind. Above all, was the fact that she was confidently aware of her ability to suppress the lecherous agitations Milo's presence had raised in her. God, she could have done whatever she wanted to him! He'd expected her to! And the dampness against her panties was still a profound reminder of her salacious drive ... but she had truly beaten it! This time, she would keep her vow ... could keep it, because she had David!
God, she was proud!
CHAPTER 7
Stevie Hamilton sat in his bedroom shamefully chagrined in the aftermath of his own cowardice. He had ran from her office like a scared rabbit, and even if Milo hadn't been there, it would have been just the same. He was a goddamned baby! Piss yellow, that's what he was ... without even the guts to stand up and protect his own Mom's memory!
In his frustration, he bolted from the bed and walked aimlessly around his room, pounding his fist against the palm of his other hand with loud smacking sounds. Crap, if only he had the courage! He felt certain it would work. There was no way his Dad could avoid the truth once he told him, and the guys would back him ... if he weren't such a lousy chicken! And she was probably home right at that moment, too ... alone...! She didn't go to the faculty meeting. Man, if he had a joint he'd smoke it! He never had before, but he would right then! The guys all said it gave you guts...!
Damn, he had to do something! He just couldn't sit by and watch it happen! He'd never forgive himself! Maybe ... maybe, if he drank a little bit of his father's whiskey first...?
Barbara could think of nothing else but her forthcoming marriage, as she relaxed in her usual attire of bra, panties and peignoir, busying herself by rinsing out a few under-things while she sipped a martini and thought of her new life ahead. It was going to be heavenly, living under the same roof with David ... and his handsome son ... He was such a beautiful boy, too, but she must keep him in his proper perspective ... must never think of him in any other way than she might her own child, and after the episode with Milo that day, she felt confident that she could.
Oh, there would undoubtedly be little forbidden thoughts of desire when she looked at him, just as there were at that very moment in the mere thinking of him, but one could not expect to shed a perversion of twenty years over night. The wonderful part was in knowing that she was going to be able to at all, which, along with her dreamy thoughts of David and their future together, was what she was privately celebrating.
She had already consumed several of the potent cocktails when she poured from the mixing pitcher a fourth time, then relaxed on the couch with a cigarette, satisfied that she was doing no wrong. Of course, the little liquid gems had always played the deuce with her libido, and were doing little short of that right at the moment, but that didn't worry her, and the stimulation they caused was always an exciting, pleasurable experience that she could release in private if it got to that point ... though she was sorry that she had told David she was going to be busy....
Barbara thought about that for a moment. He would be at the school in Mr. Stern's office ... no reason why she couldn't call and invite him over, was there? A tiny ripple of enthusiastic warmth surged through her loins and belly at the idea. After all, he was her darling lover now....
The doorbell gave her a start. She glanced down at her state of near-undress, stubbing out the cigarette at the same time, and wondering who it might be. She certainly hadn't been expecting anyone ... unless it could be David....
Without opening it, but leaning close to the panel, she said: "Who is it...? "
"Me ... Mrs. Lindsey ... Stevie Hamilton ... , " Barbara heard his timid answer, the sound of his voice sparking an immediate agitation within her. In an instant, a myriad of fleeting thoughts raced through her mind, most prominent of which concerned his actions in her office earlier that day, followed by Milo Wilson's remarks. She hesitated, not knowing what to say or do; then, she heard: "It's ... it's nothing ... if you're busy ... It's not important, Mrs. Lindsey...!"
Quickly, Barbara drew the bolt, pulling the door open. "Wait, Stevie, don't run off again!" she said, leaning out to call after him before he reached the stair-well. "Come back, Dear...."
He did, but not without faltering for a long moment, and when he reached the door she was smiling and holding it open wide for him.
"It ... it's that hip-muscle that ... that I pulled today." Stevie managed, his eyes widening at the way she was dressed ... or almost undressed, he realized, when she stood with the light behind her! Crap, she was only wearing little panties and bra ... and he could see right through her negligee ... see all of her beautiful legs and the little swollen place between her thighs ... and ... and the way her tits stuck right out with the deep crease between them...!
"You mean, it's bothering you, Stevie?" Barbara questioned, concern for his welfare causing her to forget her appearance momentarily, her professional training immediately taking over.
"Yeah ... that is ... it was, and Dad's at a faculty meeting ... but I think it'll be ... be all right," the boy stammered, an awkward trepidation seeming to come over him. "I'll just go along home...."
"You'll do no such thing, Stevie!" Barbara said, gently but firmly taking his arm, bewildered a second time that day by his strange actions. "You did right by coming to me, but you should have let me look at it this morning at school, Dear. A pulled muscle can be very painful if you neglect it...."
"I-I didn't want to ... to bother you, Mrs. Lindsey," Stevie choked, struggling to keep his young, aroused eyes upward and centered on her beautiful face that was smiling warmly at him ... knowing that his cock had just jerked in his pants and fearing she'd noticed it.
"Bother me...? Darling, don't be silly," Barbara scolded tenderly, as she held to his arm, wondering if David had broken the news to him yet. She wouldn't say anything; it was his father's place to tell him ... and then, a tingling sensation flushed through her as she thought she saw the front of his trousers stir meaningfully!
Milo Wilson's words: "I think he had plans...." played through her brains like a stuck needle on a record! Oh God no! She had to keep control of the situation right from the beginning ... mustn't let it get away from her! If only she hadn't drank so many of those damned martinis...!
"Look ... I'll be okay, Mrs. Lindsey ... it'll be fine by tomorrow," Stevie said, trying to ease out of her grasp and keep his eyes focused on her face while he backed to the door. Man, he couldn't go through with it ... chicken or not! He should never have come...!
"No!" Barbara said emphatically, holding tighter to his arm, the fact that he was trying to leave contrary to all of her imaginings. He was just a beautiful, bashful boy was all, and for a moment she had let her martini-infused, licentious brain fall into its lust-stamped pattern ! Besides, what better proof could she possible offer herself that she'd beaten it, than this handsome young Adonis ... the son of the man she intended to marry...?"I want to see that injury before you leave here, Stevie, and no more nonsense...!"
"But ... but I tell you, it's all right ... honest!" he tried, swallowing tightly. Crap, if only he hadn't gotten into his father's scotch bottle...!
"You go into my bedroom and slip off your trousers Stevie," she was saying, pressing him toward the hallway. "Probably all that it needs is a little heat, but we want to be sure. Your Dad would be angry with me if he knew that I didn't look at it ... now please, Stevie...?"
Crap! What could he say? That's what he'd come for in the first place, wasn't it? Finky yellow-belly! Anyway, just because he took his pants off didn't mean that something was going to happen ... but his cock was hard as a ball bat, and he'd bet that she'd noticed it! Oh man, he felt as if he were going to be sick; he was that tight inside!
He stood staring at her, trying not to look down at her beautiful breasts that were protruding like two melons in the tiny bra so visible to him through the gossamer material of her peignoir. What the devil, he'd seen girls in bikinis that showed off as much or more ... but that was different, wasn't it...? Oh man ... man...!
"Go on," she insisted, her smile almost motherly, while her dark-eyes sparkled in a manner he had never seen. "And don't be shy. Remember, I'm a nurse, Stevie...."
While she led him along the hallway to her frilly bedroom where the aromatic enticements filled his nostrils, he wondered if she'd ever said that to Milo, or Rocky! Then, she gently pushed him inside and before closing the door, said: "Just slip off your pants, Dear, lie down on the bed, and I'll be right back...."
Barbara pulled the door snug before he could say anything. She sensed her breathing coming in deeper and quicker grasps. It wasn't going at all the way she wanted it to. The fact that his young cock was obviously at erection was driving her mad inside. Her sensuous loins had needed little to stimulate them before his arrival, but since, the fermentations had increased dangerously!
God, she couldn't let it happen ... just couldn't! She returned to the living room, picked up her drink and drained it; then, finished the rest from the pitcher. She sighed brokenly as she drained the last of the gin and vermouth. Perhaps, that would give her the necessary strength ... and Lord knows, she was going to need it...!
This is the test, David, my darling! This is it! If I can do it now ... this time, we have a grand battle, by St. George! I love you ... but I ... I love him, too...!
* * *
Stevie removed his pants and shoes, then lay down on the bed, finally rolling over and positioning himself near the edge, lying on his face in his jockey shorts, his cock reminding him of an axe-handle. It wouldn't go down! He'd tried to forget it, think of the whole situation as if he were in a doctor's office ... but he couldn't forget the way she had looked in her panties and bra beneath that filmy thing.
Man, she was beautiful! He could hardly believe what the guys had said. She was just too pretty ... with those legs and tits! They had to be lying! But why? And why didn't she come? Crap, all he'd had was a little twinge in his upper-thighs, but at the time it'd looked like a perfect subterfuge ... only now, he wasn't so sure. And he wasn't so sure that he wouldn't like to have her around the house, either. She was so crazy pretty...!
He felt his belly knot up as the door opened wider and he turned his face to the side she would have to come to. She did, and he was looking right through her negligee at her panties, his eyes feasting on the swollen mound between her thighs! A wild sensation lurched through him and he felt his cock jump beneath...!
"Well ... now let's see just what's wrong here," Barbara said, easing onto the bed beside him, her throat arid as she gaped down at the stretched out boy awaiting her, the sight of his tanned and hairless muscular thighs and calves sending unwanted shocks of excitement through her. Her eyes feasted on his narrow-hipped, cotton-covered buttocks and the leanness of his waist, her slender hand reaching out to touch the flesh of his leg, a lecherous shock racing through her at the very contact. "Which ... where ... which hip-muscle, Stevie...?"
His hand moved back and downward, showing her the one furthest from her, his left, and automatically caressing the sore spot that his shorts covered. "Right there! Man ... It hurts when you press it...."
Barbara smoothed her hand over his buttocks, feeling all of his naked conformity beneath the cotton of his tiny briefs, the communication of flesh even with the separation instigating familiar sensations of lechery in her belly and loins.
It was an unusual conglomeration of thoughts that filled Barbara's mind. She knew he wasn't hurt; she could tell by her skilled fingers. He had a problem, but nothing worth talking about ... No! He was using it ... and Milo might well have been right! His reason could be his young lust ... so natural ... or something deeper ... like his mother! David! Oh God, David, I need you right at this minute! He's beautiful ... a perfect splendor in himself ... and I'm lost...!
She let her hand slip up beneath his shorts to caress his injured buttocks, her thumb trailing down the crevice between, her mind filling with lustful, uncontrollable thoughts as she stroked his smooth tensed spheres with mounting fervor. My God! His youthful flesh was as smooth as a baby's ... like new, un-soiled satin! Oh God ... God...!
Stevie was ready to cry out when he felt her soft, warm hand ease gently beneath the leg-band of his shorts, tenderly examining the sore place on his buttocks ... then suddenly begin to caress them both in a slow circular motion, her thumb actually trailing right along the crack between and always moving downward ... downward...! Oh crap! Her fingertips were touching his balls!
It was as if he had been shocked in the groin with a jolt of electric current, the charge racing through his tensed, trembling body, and he couldn't hold back the little grunt of stimulation it caused him. He lay motionless, as a corpse might, the sound of her warm increased breathing reaching his ears, while her fingers crept over his balls like tiny spiders ... until she was cupping them hotly in the palm of her hand with two fingers spread apart to scissor the base of his swollen cock squashed between his pelvis and the bed!
The moment she had touched him, Barbara knew she was lost! Every nerve in her sensuous body reacted in a tumult of ungovernable lecherous desire! Her reasoning, her vows, even her love for David were feeble barriers before the monstrous lust that swept them aside as if they had never been, overwhelming her voluptuous body and mind with its vampire-like salacity. She could think of nothing but the feel of him beneath her hot hand ... and she was searching downward beneath his buttocks in uncontrollable passion ... and between his hard thighs to his balls ... until she held their velvety sac cupped possessively, and her fingers measured the width of his hardened young cock at its base!
"Unngghh...!" Stevie choked, his brain racing wildly and making no sense at all, as she tenderly fondled his balls and continued to stroke an inch or so of his cock between her fingers. "Wh-what're you ... you trying to do?" he groaned stupidly.
"It-It's all right, Stevie darling ... , " Barbara hissed, smoothing her other hand beneath his shirt and upward along the hollow of his muscular young back. "Don't be afraid ... This is what you came for, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with your hip-muscle Baby ... You ... you were using that for an excuse ... You wanted nurse Barbara to feel your cock ... to suck it for you with her mouth! Isn't that the truth, Stevie?"
A panicky sensation of fear spiraled through him at her immediate unmasking of his ruse, but it was the sound of the four-letter word cock coming from her beautiful lips that shot his teenaged carnality into high-gear. Confused between his shamed fear at being exposed, and the young, feverish lust mounting rapidly in his loins. Stevie couldn't answer her; in fact, he had all he could do to keep from crying.
Then, he felt her hand moving away from his balls and a disappointed emptiness filled him. He turned his head to see her getting up from the bed, her lovely mouth twisted in a lewd smile, her eyes gleaming licentiously, and as he watched, she began to remove the few clothes she had on.
"All right, my little darling ... if this is what you wanted ... your Barbara isn't going to disappoint you," she half-whispered, letting her negligee fall to the floor, watching his handsome blue-eyes widen in obvious fearful excitement when she reached up behind her and unfastened her bra, allowing it to slide tauntingly down her arms until her copious, hard-nippled breasts were entirely revealed to him. "Do you like them, Baby?" she teased, the wave of perverted lechery sweeping over her seeming to know no bounds as it fled on the expression of growing desire in his frightened face, and with a lascivious motion she smoothed her hands up her waist to cup and lift them in presentation to him. "Will you suck them for Barbara, Stevie?"
If he was frightened before, Stevie was absolutely petrified at the moment! He couldn't believe what she was saying and doing, nor the crazy wanton look on her face and in her eyes! She had changed into another person entirely ... like a witch or something ... only she didn't resemble any witch he'd ever imagined! He had never even seen pictures of girls with tits like hers, and she was holding them right out to him ... asking him to suck them...! God, his cock was so hard he didn't think he could stand it...!
"What's the matter, Stevie darling? Does nurse Barbara scare you? Maybe you've changed your mind about having her suck your cock, is that it?" she tormented luridly, the sudden realization striking her that she was blaming him, holding him at fault for causing her depravity to once more seize control of her, and this time surely demolishing everything she had hoped for!
Yes, he was to blame, for unquestionably he had come there with nothing else in mind but to destroy her! Why? ... she could only surmise, but it was her abrupt awareness of his goal that had triggered the sadist in her; she didn't intend to barter her happiness cheaply! "Something's happened to my Baby's tongue?" she went on, her little smile pulled to one side of her perfect mouth, as she watched him ogle her naked breasts in apprehensive fascination, her mind working obscenely, while she caught at the waistband of her tiny panties and began to lewdly roll them down over her hips and buttocks with a squirming movement that caused her breasts to sway and dance lasciviously.
Crap! He'd made a mistake! He'd made the biggest mistake of his life in coming there ... but now it was too late! Man ... man ... she was naked ... and there was her cunt and all! He'd never seen such beautiful legs and full thighs ... and ... he could see the wet pink slit between, right through the silky black hair sprinkled over it! Oh damn ... she was moving toward him...!
"Has it, Stevie...? Something happened to your tongue?" she whispered, slowly kneeing onto the bed and rolling him over until he was prone on his back, his stiffened cock like a tent-pole punching at his shorts. "What's the matter, Darling, don't you like Barbara as well as you thought you would ? "
"Oh ... oh crap ... I don't know ... honest...! I ... I...." he tried, his strained eyes fastened on her gently swaying breasts as she leaned over him, unbuttoning his shirt. His throat felt as if he had tried to swallow a baseball. He wanted to stop her, but he knew he couldn't!
Barbara had never before felt the vile passion of the sadistic urge, but as she slowly stripped him, it occurred to her that the perverse pleasure was definitely in tune with her lecherous tastes, and that perhaps one worked up to that in stages; for at that moment the insane knowledge and craving to punish him for what he had done and was doing to her was firing her beyond any depraved drive she had ever known! She hardly thought of him as Stevie, David's own son, or even reflected on his handsomeness per se; he was a young enemy caught in the web of his own making ... a teenaged monster set out to destroy her, and that he had, but not cheaply ... never cheaply! He was the epitome of all her seductions who had, in truth, made of her the blind, unaware victim, rather than the opposite! But tonight, this last night of the old and the beginning of the new, it was going to be revolutionary for Barbara ... and the wild strains of erotic sensations pervading her naked, sensual body, forecast the evil and demented enchantment to come!
"Sit up, Stevie!" she ordered, and he did while she pulled his shirt from him.
Then, she dropped her head down over him, her long black-hair trailing over his flesh as she kissed his chest, tonguing her way to each muscular breast and playing with the seed-like nipples until he groaned; then, moving down over him with distended tongue to lave his chest and belly, until she caught her fingers inside his shorts and drew them down while he raised up and she revealed to herself his throbbing arched cock, almost hugging his stomach in its youth, thicker than most and as long as she liked, its purplish head protruding from the sheath of its foreskin!
My God! It was beautiful! She continued to tug his shorts down, revealing his balls that she'd held, but incited more by his lack of pubic hair, what he had, as blond as that on his head and covering his pelvis sparsely!
"You're beautiful, Baby!" she exclaimed. Perhaps because his cock was bigger than most, like her cousin's, whatever, she threw his shorts to one side and bent down over it, her wild tongue seeking that seeped drop of delicious young male sperm bubbling from its tip!
Stevie jerked his head upright to watch, sensing her soft hand wrapped around his cock and gently stroking it from the moment she had grasped it! He had given up trying to believe what was happening ... only that it was! She had his prick in her hand and was extracting the foreskin so that the head stood out like a beacon, and her mouth was just above it, her tiny pink tongue extended! He watched, mesmerized, and saw that little tongue flick out to swipe away the drop from its tip! Crap! He'd been wrong! She was beautiful ... super! Who could ever even dream of his future stepmother licking at his cock! He had been terribly wrong ... but how could he prove it...?
CHAPTER 8
The wicked sensations impregnation Barbara's belly were equal to nothing before that she had ever known. Her loins tingled with excitement beyond imagination, her brain saturated with obscene thoughts of sadistic desire ! Destroy her, would he ? Well, not without compensation ... and what a word that was ... compensation! Requital, retaliation ... no gratification! ... that was the word! ... and she was about to enjoy the full meaning of it!
It occurred to her as she raised her eyes to glance at his boyish handsome face while she played with his rigidly swollen cock, now and then licking and taunting it, that this was not a new development in her depravity; it had been fermenting in her vile subconscious for years ... perhaps waiting for the proper victim before bursting forth to take command of her ... and this young darling was her shorn lamb! A beautiful boy, yes, but a devil of sorts, too! He had destroyed her entire future! Damn him! He was a young monster...!
Suddenly, Barbara eased her lips down over the head of his cock and bit it, causing him to whimper and jerk.
"Well," she said, taking it from her mouth, "I'm delighted to know that you do have feelings, Stevie darling. I was beginning to wonder...!
"Oh ... auugghh...! Oh crap! You ... you win, Mrs. Lindsey ... I'm sorry...! Stevie blurted, ready to break into tears.
"Sorry? Sorry for what, Baby?" Barbara hissed, holding his young rock-hard member in her hand and stroking it gently, her lush lips less than an inch above it. "Why should you be sorry? You wanted this, didn't you ... wanted me to play with and suck your cock ... wanted to prove that your father's marriage to me was going to be wrong?"
"Oh ... oh damn!" Stevie gulped, truly shocked by the ease in which she had seen through him.
"What was it, Stevie? Some fantastic notion that your father and I were going to bring shame to your mother's memory? That's it, isn't it? ... Isn't it?"
"Please ... I don't know ... I'm sorry! I was wrong...! I-I want you to marry him! Honest, I do! You-You're beautiful...! he spewed, tears trickling from his eyes, while at the same time, wild sensations tormented his groin and belly as he watched and felt her stroking his aching hard cock.
Oh man, he loved her! He really did! He'd do anything she told him to if only she wouldn't hate him ... if only she would put it in her mouth again...!
"You are a clever young man, Stevie Hamilton," Barbara said with meaning, ever watching his distressed, if, carnally excited young face, his tears pleasing her as she continued to caress his cock and occasionally his bloating, youthful balls "Already, you're looking ahead to other times like this, aren't you ... when you and I would be in the house alone ... and secretly I would take out your stiff little penis and suck it for you, until it shot its hot white jism into my mouth! Isn't that right, Darling? Isn't that why you suddenly changed your mind ... why I look beautiful to you...?
"Oh crap, Mrs. Lindsey ... stop it, please!" Stevie whimpered and squirmed. Her words were driving him crazy ... the way she was hissing them at him, and what she was saying! He couldn't stand it! "Please ... I'll do anything you say ... I'm sorry, don't you see...!"
"Anything, Stevie...?" Barbara picked up quickly, an evil inspiration charging into her brain. "Anything I say...?"
"H-Honest ... anything ... only don't be angry at me anymore!" he pleaded.
Barbara couldn't have contained the salacious excitement boiling in her abdomen had she wanted to. She crawled up in the bed beside him while he watched in frustrated astonishment ; then she lay back on the pillow, her firm full breasts falling slightly to either side, her white, rounded thighs spreading apart lewdly.
"Now, we'll see, Darling, how well you keep your word," she half-whispered, her fire-filled eyes burning licentiously. "Have you ever really seen or touched a girl's pussy?"
Stevie swallowed twice before he could answer. "N-No ... no, honest...!"
"Then, now is your chance, Stevie love," she rasped hotly. "If you really meant what you said ... get down between my legs and do everything I tell you to...!"
Stevie couldn't believe that it was possible to arouse any more excitement in him than she already had, but he'd been in error! Suddenly, he was so keyed-up inside that he felt like screaming! She wanted him to get right down between her legs...! But crap, he couldn't even move...!
"Well, little lover...?" Barbara teased, her sensual body a lecherous temple of sadistic lust, and even those raging thoughts increasing when she saw him begin to move hesitantly down on the bed, his lean young naked body noticeably trembling as he climbed over her leg and seated himself back on his haunches between them, his hardened teenaged cock jutting out from his almost hairless juvenile loins.
She read the frustration ebullition on his face and in his straining eyes as they gaped down at her completely exposed genitals, the sight of his apprehensive, adolescent lust feeding her own insatiable hunger even more, and obscenely, she spread her thighs wider beginning little undulating circles with her hips and buttocks.
"Lie down on your belly, Baby, with your face right up close to it so you can see inside!" Barbara ordered, unable to keep the heat of her rising passion from her voice. "T-That's right, Darling ... like that...! Now ... does it look inviting to you...?"
Stevie was voiceless! His face hovered only a few inches above the hair-enshadowed delight of her cunt ... the first real live cunt he had ever seen! His breath hitched in his throat as he watched it rotating sensuously, almost expectantly, marveling at the narrow pink slit that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down through to the white rounded spheres of her buttocks ... and the tiny little puckered dark hole centered there!
"Go ahead, Darling, don't be afraid!" Barbara hissed "Take your thumbs and slowly spread it open ... so that you can see every bit of it!"
Afraid was hardly the word to describe his feelings at that moment, Stevie's whirling brain reflected. Hypnotized, awe-stricken, crazy-wild, yes, but afraid, no! He wanted to ... had to touch it ... to feel it ... to see up inside it! His heart was pounding in his chest as he lay the palms of his hands on the inside of her soft quivering thighs; with his thumbs gradually touching the fleshy hair-sprinkled lips of her cunt, he began to draw them ever so slowly apart, spreading the silken pubic curls and opening the moist pink flanges before him, until its jeweled flushed delicacy lay exposed completely to the youthful hunger of his frantic eyes. Enchanted, he drank in the breathtaking spectacle, his juvenile loins and belly an inferno of spasming passion, and he ground his swollen, aching cock feverishly down into the material of the bed.
"Oh ... oh, crap almighty!" he gasped in lustful fascination. Bits and pieces of flickering mental imaginings he had conjured in his mind as he jerked it off in the dark of his room, raced through Stevie's fired mind, and he realized that his most vivid imagination couldn't equal that moment.
He was in some sort of dream! He gaped at the widespread coral-hued mouth glistening moistly with some secret viscous dampness that intrigued him. As he started, her cunt actually twitched and palpitated in its exposed intricate delicacies. Suddenly, he knew why his father wanted to marry her! Man, he'd marry her, himself, if he could...!
"Is it everything you expected, Stevie, baby?" Barbara hissed down at him passionately, her head raised to eagerly stare down between her sensitive, desire swollen breasts, the lubricious and wicked depravity of her lewd exposure causing satanic appeal in her perverted brain. "Is it! Tell me...!
"Put your finger in it! Right in the little hole! Hurry, put it in!" she rasped heavily, raising her buttocks from the bed and suddenly feeling the delicious shock of his young finger slipping into the mouth, then upward into her tingling vagina!
Oh God! This was truly it ... the using of them ... manipulating them to her bidding! Of all the debased acts she had committed on her little darlings, she had never used them to her fullest advantage. She had, in fact, been used by them! But all of that was about to change! They were her toys ... hers to do with as she desired, just as this beautiful young boy was! They could be taught, trained, coerced ... however! They were like puppies schooled at jumping through hoops, except, their sweet young cocks were handsome and delicious ... like his finger at the very moment exploring her vagina !
She had never ordered a boy to lick her cunt, Barbara thought sadistically, but she was going to! She had always tried to seduce them into the act, and some had feebly, but from this night forward it would be different!
"Tell me you love it, Stevie!" she rasped down at him. "Tell me you adore it ... want to kiss it ... lick it!"
Oh crap! He was going out of his lousy skull completely! His finger way up in the soft, smoothly throbbing confines of her cunt was enough to give him the screaming meemies! He did love it! adore it! ... and man, he wanted to kiss and lick it!
"Tell me!" she exclaimed hoarsely.
"Y-Yes! Yes! I do!"
"Then, kiss it right now, you bad boy! Kiss it and lick it for punishment!" Barbara heard herself order him.
Stevie had never even remotely felt such an urge to accept chastisement, but at the sound of her voice and the command she had issued, his cock leaped beneath him in feverish excitement, and he knew he deserved everything she was doing to him!
Exploring, he dropped his face with hesitation, pursing his mouth to kiss one outer lip of her hair-lined cunt. The exact closeness sent an aromatic, sensual tang to his brain that he couldn't deny! He inhaled the delicate female aroma a perfumed, piquant scent that excited his already crazed senses to the extreme! God, he was going to lose his wits! He'd planned a terrible thing against her; yet, she was letting him kiss her pussy! She had even ordered him to lick it! And she was right! He'd been wrong ... so wrong!
He thrust his tongue out until it made contact with the velvety, moist flesh, the smooth and warm liquid feel of it sending chills along his spine, its delicate tangy taste and smell causing his nostrils to flare ardently.
"Oohh ... that's the way, Baby! Yesss...! Lick it all over and keep your finger right up inside it ... way in! Ooohhh ... you were bad ... but Barbara's going to forgive you ... if you do just what she says...!
Stevie felt her hands clutch at his head, her fingers entwining in his hair. She began to moan and gasp, forcefully pulling his face into the spread, damp pink split of her cunt until his nose was buried and he could hardly breathe. He moved his tongue around wildly, exploring her secret folds of intimate flesh, until he found that when he touched the little hard bud on top she trembled all over and her breath came in soft, grunting gasps.
He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth on the pillow above, and suddenly he forced his tongue to join his finger, spearing them both up into the warm velvety depths of her naked pussy.
"Oooohhhh!" she moaned, grinding her hips into the softness of the bed, writhing and squirming, then raising her loins up to him again while she pressed his face into the silken hair-framed flesh, its hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a moist sucking action around his teasingly thrusting tongue and finger.
Dear God, Barbara whimpered within herself, his young unspoiled tongue was like a warm, wiggling prong of moist velvet licking and prodding with his finger up between her open thighs ... and then it was laving up through her vulva to her clitoris again! Mind-shattering sensations of lurid delight sent rippling tremors over the nerve-ends of her silken-white skin as he felt his teenaged lips inside her there, circling the tiny pulsating shaft and bravely beginning a gentle sucking motion!
"Ooohhh ... ooohhhhhh! Lit-Little lover ... you're beautiful! I-I forgive you! I love you, Baby, darling! Oohh God, Yesss ... lick and suck it for Barbara, Stevie...!
A tremendous feeling of elation raced through Stevie. She loved him! Oh man, he was really doing it for her ... shooting her right to the moon! He'd never felt so capable in his life! He raised his eyes to lock on her ecstatically twisted face. Her pretty head still tossed back and forth, but slowly now at a set rhythmic pace, her hands caressing and clutching in his hair, the thought abruptly occurring to him that she was trying to move his face down to the little hole where he had just withdrew his finger! Well, he wasn't afraid ... he'd never be afraid of anything again! His hands moved boldly upward over the smooth flatness of her belly to the full, resilient firmness of her quivering breasts, cupping and feeling of their fleshy softness, his young fingers rolling their hardened nipples between them experimentally. Damn, he'd never even touched a girl's tits before...!
Suddenly, he felt her drawing up her legs and folding them back, then taking his hands from her breasts and placing them behind her knees as if to hold them there, the movement more lewdly raising her widespread vaginal opening to his mouth and tongue! Crap, he had never seen such an erotic sight! Her entire ass was right below his face and spread crazy-wide open to him! Now he could see the tiny wrinkled hole of her anus as well as he could her cunt, and there wasn't one hair around it! She was as smooth as glass from the bottom of her pussy to her rectum...!
"Do it, Stevie darling! Lick it!" he heard her hissing command and saw her gaping down between her licentiously raised legs at him with wild, gleaming eyes. "Lick your Barbara's little asshole!"
Stevie could only stare at her. The salacious twist to her beautiful face and the unbelievable things she was doing ... words she was using ... all of it was so far beyond the most lustful thoughts he could imagine when he'd jerked his prick! Lots of times, he had thought about playing with a girl's asshole with his tongue when he masturbated, but in truth he'd never believed it could happen ... that any girl would ever let him! And she, this gorgeous older creature had just ordered him to! Oh man...!
The wave of lecherous and sadistic lust that had swept over Barbara could only be equaled by De Sade, himself, she thought as she watched his subservient reactions to her command. He was more excited than frightened with the thought, she decided in studying his facial expressions. He wanted to ... really wanted to! She lay back her head and waited, the realization of her obscene position before his youthful, untainted libido driving her own evilly! God, there had never been anything like him! He was so beautiful! She could marry David and have them both ... and she would! The idea of them under the same roof with her was nothing short of a heavenly enchantment...!
She felt it then...! Yes! ... the warm, moist contact of his tongue-tip with her sensitive, puckered anus, laving and probing courageously at the rubbery little opening, instigating lecherous sensations of rapture to course through her trembling, lust-filled body. There had never been such irresistible, sadistic and carnal pleasure! And then, his adolescent tongue was thrusting into her vaginal passage again! He loved that most! The beautiful baby darling...!
"Oooohhhh ... yes, yes ... my sweet! You delicious darling! Turn around! Get upside down over your Barbara and let your cock hang down above her mouth! I want it now, little lover! I forgive you and I'll prove it! Hurry, Baby ... Barbara wants to suck your sweet little cock and balls!"
Stevie did ... hardly knowing what or how he was doing it, his panting gasps of breath sometimes hitching and choking him, his youthful cock aching so badly he thought if she touched it he would scream ... but he didn't! He placed his undefiled loins over her face without ever losing contact between his tongue and her cunt, always remembering and worrying the tiny erect bud he had found in the beginning. She writhed beneath him pleasurably, and he felt her curling her fingers around his swollen cock, tugging it downward away from his belly, and knowing she was raising her head to grasp with wide ovaled lips, the length of it, sucking at it, drawing it downward while her soft hands caressed his thighs and ever-moved toward his balls!
In her wild, untamed passion, Barbara sucked it so deeply into the hot, saliva filled cavern that it gagged her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began feverishly running her tongue up and down its soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her touch, and tasting the pungent, youthful freshness of the seeping lubricating fluid oozing from the split at its tip. She cupped his balls affectionately in the soft palms of her hands while tiny explosions of lust burst insanely in her brain, and automatically he began to move up and down, in and out of her mouth in cadence to his lashing and probing young tongue in her searing cunt below.
Yes ... yes...! This was the ultimate ... making him lick and kiss her pussy while she orally caressed and sucked his delicious tender cock and balls! Never had she known such grossly wicked pleasure ... nor had such an avid student, she reasoned, sucking with fury at his young, hard rod of pulsing flesh era-bedded to her very throat, and feeling him slave with eager moist sounds at her obscenely exposed loins, his strong young hands suddenly clutching at the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he tried to burrow his tongue deeper into her heatedly quivering cunt-channel !
She would never be without him! He was magnificent! Oh, the vile and wicked things she would teach him to bring her pleasure! Dear God, her cunt was on fire with the licking flames of lust and evil consuming her! Then, abruptly she felt his finger working bravely at the tiny puckered ring of her anus! Oh God ... like father, like son...! Her breath quickened excitedly, and she let him know her accordance by lewdly grinding her anal lips up at his finger. Abruptly, he pushed into it with a quick, slippery movement, while she squirmed her buttocks, feeling it slide right up inside her rectum to the palm of his smooth hand!
"Auugghhh," Barbara groaned around his expanding organ in her mouth, her lips and tongue stopping their gentle caressing momentarily, his delicious invasion of her rectum causing her climax to rage toward its pinnacle.
God, what a beautiful little lover he was! She felt his mouth glued to the round elasticized vaginal opening of her pussy, his thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls magnificently, and in rhythm to his pummeling young finger in her ass! Again she began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his adolescent cock with all of her strength and know-how, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely, while her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled at him.
Lord, lord! he had to cum...! He had to, Barbara thought desperately, her lips clasped in a firm tightness around the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his cock, while simultaneously, deep inside her, the violent spasms of ecstasy began; she squeezed at his bloated young balls, then raked her nails grazingly beneath them as she strained at her own rising orgasm.
Stevie groaned into the moist, pink flesh of her spread-open cunt and Barbara felt his pelvis jerk, the velvety head of his cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth ... and then it came! It shot into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, creamy liquid ... gush after gush of his hot, youthful tasting semen, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own hips as her climax erupted in a violent explosion of erotic bliss. Again and again, his hot jets of youthful cum spewed deep into her throat while she groaned and sucked wildly, her Adam's apple bobbing licentiously as she swallowed and swallowed the virile nectar squirting into her hungrily gulping mouth...!
...And then, it was over ... shockingly over, Barbara realized, in the dying wake of her frenzied and demonical emotions, her face paling even as her body still trembled from the fit of ecstasy that had sapped it, leaving nothing but reality and the horror she expected to follow ... But it didn't! There was no hate, nor shame, nor outward display of self-disgust on his young, handsome face when he slowly turned around to face her, his fair-skinned expression one of limpid admiration.
Barbara could only stare at him as she lie there in her lewd position, astonished more than anything, she discerned, while she watched his no-longer, innocent blue-eyes move over her whole body caressingly ... then, she saw the tears ... and abruptly, he was on top of her ... in her arms, kissing her face while she hugged him to her lovingly and he sobbed against her breasts.
"I-I was wrong...! he choked. "Please, try to understand? I ... I'd love to have ... have you be my Mom ... if you will ... honest...! Oh, please ... please don't be angry at me...?
"Oh ... oh God!" Barbara whimpered happily, clutching his delicious young body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. The sweet, beautiful darling! He was in love with her...!
CHAPTER 9
David couldn't quite fathom the change that had seemingly made an understanding young man out of his boy-child overnight, and in all truth he wasn't certain that he deserved the right to know. The translation from boyhood to man, as he remembered, was made almost in an instant, and generally at a critical juncture in the youth's life, the catalyst being usually female ... love ... sex.
He grinned to himself around his pipe as he washed the dishes and Stevie dried them ritually. Perhaps the permissive age they lived in bore considerable more merit than his generation liked to give it ... at least, from a selfish standpoint it appeared that way to him. He wouldn't question. Whatever, or whomever, had made a young adult of his son was deserving of praise, admiration, and decorum. He was more than elated....
"No, the way I see it, Dad, Mom would never have wanted you to live out your life without finding someone ... a wife, I mean, to share it all with you ... with us. Mom was too much of an understanding person. She ... she would probably have married again, too!"
David could hardly believe the things he was saying, but was so pleased to hear them. He clenched at his dead pipe and scrubbed subconsciously at the dishes. He said, "I would've wanted your mother to marry again, Stevie. It's just not normal for a woman in the full-bloom of her years ... or a man, to live without a mate. But ... but son, I'm glad you've considered it and settled on a mature viewpoint ... though, I never doubted but what you would."
"Really...? Well, I guess I was acting pretty kiddish ... but ... but a guy has to weigh a thing, doesn't he, Dad? I mean ... something happens and he realizes that he's acting like a kid. Isn't that about the way it is...?"
Again, David smiled inwardly to himself. He said: "That's about the size of it, Stevie." There was a girl all right. David surmised, but he'd wait until the boy decided to tell him about her....
"When ... when are you and Mrs. Lindsey getting married?" Stevie asked as he placed a stack of saucers and cups in the cupboard.
"We haven't really decided yet, Son. I wanted to talk to her today, but as you know, she didn't come to school ... had a virus or something."
"Yeah ... I know ... I ... I...."
"What...? David questioned.
"I ... I had a blister on my heel and wanted to get a Band-Aid, but coach said Mrs. Lindsey didn't come in today ... You suppose there's anything seriously wrong with her, Dad?"
David was surprised by his concern. "No ... Barbara's a very capable nurse. She can take care of herself. But I'll call her in a little while and see how she is, eh?"
"Yeah," Stevie replied with a grin. "Maybe ... maybe, I can talk to her, too ... okay?"
David smiled warmly. He was happy with and proud of his son. "Sure," he said. "I'll bet she'd like that...."
* * *
Barbara, dressed in slacks and blouse, was in a state of liquor-hazed complexity. She had been drinking since morning, since she had young Stevie Hamilton and the beauty of their escapade drenching her brain, while at the same time she loved his father ... impossible situation of forbidden love and joy that were tearing her apart, clawing at her brain!
Sometimes in the afternoon, following her call to the school professing her illness, she had changed from scotch to bourbon ... and she couldn't remember when she'd graduated to martinis.
Actually, it didn't matter, did it, she thought confusedly, sitting there on the couch and staring off at nothing. Booze was booze ... and boys were boys ... but Stevie and David, my God...! They were all things ... all beauty ... all love!
There was just no way she could have gone to school that morning! She had hardly slept two hours all night with her mind filled with that beautiful boy! Yes ... she loved his father! She unquestionably did ... but she loved Stevie, too ... and in a way that was impossible to reconcile...! Oh ... Oh God, she wanted to marry David! There was still a chance that she could become human ... normal! Sweet, sweet David! He had done all things for her two nights past! Was it feasible that she could be a normal wife and mother and make love with a man who emphatically brought her joy? Dear God ... was it...?
She started to raise her glass when the doorbell rang ... David? Stevie? What...? She tripped to the door and placed an ear.
"Who is it?"
"Me, Mrs. Lindsey ... Rocky Chalone." She hesitated. "What do you want?"
"It's Milo ... he's sick! Bad sick."
"Milo Wilson?"
"Yes ma'am! He's terrible sick! We think he took an overdose! Please ... please help us, Mrs. Lindsey?"
The word overdose, was like thrusting a sword into her! God, how many times had she tried to make them understand...!
"Where is he?" she gasped, trying to get her wits about her.
"I'll show you! Please hurry, Ma'am! He's bad...!
"All right! I'll be right there!" Barbara heard herself shout, trying to think in her mind what she would do for him.
My God! He needed a doctor ... a hospital ... not a floundering, drunken nurse...! Awkwardly, she stumbled about, tossing a few things in her little black bag that she thought she might need, completely at loss to know what help she could be to the little fool ... Lord, if only she hadn't drunk so much...!
"All right, take me to him!" Barbara ordered, joining the stocky, sixteen-year-old boy in the hall way, and remembering vaguely that he, too, had been one of her seductions. "Where is he at?'
"Come on, Ma'am, I'll take you there!" Rocky answered, grasping her bag and leading the way. "I've got my Dad's car out front...."
As they drove, Barbara worked desperately at trying to sober herself through mental exercise alone, but the results were far from satisfactory, and the evasive answers she was getting from Rocky as she tried to gain what information she could regarding Milo, were only further confusing her. Something was terribly wrong with this whole picture, but in her liquor-hazed brain she couldn't fathom what.
"Wh-Where are we going...? she questioned, the sudden remote surroundings of a wooded area causing an apprehensive twinge to ripple through her belly. They were on a secondary road, narrow and of dirt, and climbing upward...."Answer me, young man! Where are we...?"
"To the Gaylord hunting camp ... you know, Orvie's old man," Rocky said. "We were having a little party there ... and all of a sudden, Milo just keels over...!
"Dear God ... We should've gotten a doctor ... , " Barbara said, fully realizing her own numbed inadequacy. "I don't know what I...."
"We're here! Come on...! he said, interrupting her as he jerked to a stop before the dimly lighted rather large log building and hopped from the car.
Barbara followed him, stumbling through the almost pitch darkness, up the steps and across the porch to the front door that suddenly opened inward, allowing the flickering light from the fireplace to indistinctly illuminate the scene before her. Even then, the wavering shadows hindered her befogged eyes in focusing the occupants of the large room, and it was not until she looked into the grinning face of Orvie Gaylord who had opened the door for them ... then let her eyes trail downward over his massive, barrel-chested big frame that she realized he was stark naked...!
"Greetings, Nurse Lindsey!" the nubbin headed, youth said, his loose grin broadening, while his hand reached down to lewdly fondle his exposed genitals. "As you can see, we've been expecting you."
Barbara fell back a step, bumping against her escort, Rocky Chalone, whose arms caught around her waist and held to her caressingly. A sinking sensation gripped at her entrails as she heard the sniggering sounds from different parts of the room, while her eyes remained fixed on the overgrown boy's thick penis that was swelling in erection before her! "Wh-What is the meaning of this ... this outrage?" she managed in a slightly thickened, unsteady voice, struggling suddenly to escape Rocky's circling arms and brazen hands that had begun to smooth over her belly suggestively. "How dare you bring me here this way...?
"Oh Barbara baby, we dare all right!" Orvie leered, then chuckled, as he began to vilely stroke the heavy foreskin of his thick penis back and forth, revealing its purplish, blood-filled head. "You see, we're having a little party ... some beer and pot, you know, all the goodies, and we decided that maybe you'd like to join us ... being that you've met us all ... already sucked our cocks and one thing or another. I mean, you're amongst friends, Baby, eh? Come on, Rock, usher the lovely blackmailing bitch into the limelight where she can see the other guests!"
The Chalone boy still held to her and it was simple for him to press her into the center of the room where the flickering blaze from the fireplace shed enough light for her to recognize the young smirking faces ... even to Milo Wilson's which was grinning at her licentiously ... and dear God! ... they were all naked and obscenely handling their swollen young organs!
Oh no, Barbara thought, her mind blanking rapidly from sensible reasoning, her shock of a moment before giving way to rising panic and the first stages of sheer horror! How accurate she'd been about something being terribly wrong with the whole picture...!
"You remember all these cocks, Mrs. Lindsey, baby?" Orvie said, moving around to her right, his hardened thick member thrusting out from his hairy pelvis like a heavy sash-weight. "You should anyway, you've managed to get at them all with your lousy tricks! Take that one right there, that's Milo's eh? Give her a little nod, Milo...!
Barbara again heard the snickers as Milo lewdly waggled his stiffened penis at her, the others all followed with similar lascivious antics when the massive, naked boy called out their names...."Bart Carter ... Teddy Drake, and of course, the Rock here will whip his out any minute for you, just for old times sake," Orvie went on luridly, while her brain struggled in frantic, half-drunken fear for some means of escape ... but even as she strained her mental capacities, she knew that it would be useless. She was absolutely helpless against their number and strength ... and it was plain enough to see that they'd had it all planned....
"W-Why...? Why are you ... doing this to me?" she heard herself choke feebly. "I-I've never hurt ... any of you...!
"Hey, come on, Baby, Orvie soothed with a grin as he moved toward her, his big hand grasping her small wrist when she tried to shrink back from him. He jerked her against his hairy, naked body, drawing her arm up behind her as he crushed her to him, his thick, long cock vertically furrowing into the softness of her belly; then with his other hand, he grasped her long hair from behind and jerked it painfully, until her face was forced upward to his and he kissed her, ramming his thick, hot tongue into her mouth, while his companions laughed excitedly.
Barbara wanted to ... tried to fight his strength, but it was ridiculous! He was a teen-aged brute, dim-witted, spoiled, and at the moment, high on marijuana...! Finally, she let herself go limp against him to avoid the pain of her arm and scalp that he was sending in cruel shock-waves to her brain ... and the feel of his huge young penis fluting into the soft flesh of her belly became more intense with the passing seconds. She sensed his one free hand smoothing down her back and over her buttocks caressingly, then clutching at the crevice separating them, hauling her tighter against his throbbing, naked organ. Finally, he lifted his mouth from hers and grinned loosely down into her face. "That's better, Mrs. Lindsey ... much better ... I mean, here we are inviting you, the only girl, to our party and right off you're getting all up tight, eh guys?"
Barbara heard their laughing grunts of agreement and fought to hold back her tears. God, she was no child! She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry...! But, dear Lord, it was all about to come back in retribution, wasn't it? What a lecherous fool she had been, leading herself right into such a horrible position! How clever she had gloated over herself, scheming and entrapping them one by one to satisfy her depraved lust, never dreaming they might form into a crusade against her ... which was exactly what they were doing...!
"You see, Barbara doll, the way we figure it, you were beautiful enough to take us all in single situation," Orvie said, continuing to grin loose-lipped, down into her face while he held her arm behind her. "But you always used some little thing, like catching Milo with a joint, to stick us in a bad fix. I mean, how do we know you aren't going to get religion someday and turn us all in, eh?
"So here we are sitting around having a little grass and beer, and up comes your name!
Like that, we all decide that a girl who likes cock the way you do should at least once get her fill, eh? I mean, you've gone down on us all individually, but have you ever considered what it might be like having all our cocks in a gang fuck at the same time? Now, have you, Doll? Come on, tell the truth...."
"Please ... please don't ... I'm going to marry Mr. Hamilton ... don't do anything like ... like that to me...!
"Old Ham, eh?" Orvie repeated. "Terrific guy ... knows the scene and understands. Stevie's okay, too. You sucked him off yet, Baby?"
"Please, Orvie ... I beg of you, stop ... please stop!"
"Hey ... you're something else, lady!" he said, his smile fading, his small face drawing in. "You just refuse to get the scene ... Okay ... so I'll be more explicit! It's this way, bitch! We want off the hook, and tonight we're going to have a little party to insure that. I mean, a few pictures while you're sucking this one and that one, things like that. But just as you gave us to believe, we won't use them as long as you do as you're told ... and come around for a line-up when we want you ... you know, tow the line, Baby?"
She was drunk, she knew, but it was not her liquor consumption that was crippling her thinking capacities. There was just no way she might have outwitted this nubbin headed monster and his young pack of lusty wolves that she, herself, had pervertedly compromised. And in all truth, if she'd let herself face it, she couldn't much blame them, could she?
Retribution was never kind! And she was about to glean her earnings! But God, there were five of them...! One ... even two, she might even get up some excitement over ... but five...!
"That's the way, Rock," Orvie said, bringing her back to the reality of the scene and feeling the boy who had brought her there kneeling behind her, his hands around her waist and unfastening and zipping down her slacks. "Let's get this luscious Venus stripped for loving!"
It struck her then, the sweet, sickening smell of their pot, while Rocky unleashed her slacks, letting them fall around her lower legs, and Orvie unbuttoned her blouse, finally opening it and caressing her breasts inside her bra lewdly.
God, she couldn't deny the rising sensations their youthful hands upon her were triggering! She gaped around the room at the tender, hardened cocks thrusting lewdly from loins she knew too well, each and any one of them enough to set her off in her own environment! Her evil den would be the word, wouldn't it? Orvie and Rocky's hands moved over her skillfully, eliminating her slacks, blouse ... her bra ... and then, Rocky was slowly tugging her soft white panties down over her knees and ankles...!
God! She was naked ... as naked as were they! She saw them all moving in on her, while Rocky slipped his arms around her from behind, his hands cupping, squeezing, fondling her breasts, his erect, stiff penis pressing into the smooth crevice between her smooth rounded buttocks, as Orvie dropped to his knees in front of her, his big hands stroking down over her hips and thighs and moving inward toward her softly hair-sprinkled pubic mound. Then, the others were obscenely running their hands over her naked flesh, her breasts, belly and thighs, crowding as close as possible to rub their swollen young organs against her satiny, white flesh!
Dear God, she was helpless ... alone and completely at their drug-incited mercy ... and a weird sensations of masochism raced through her at the thought, her liquor-drenched brain unable to hold back the devilish imps of sensuality their lewd fondling of her naked flesh had unleashed ... satanic, tiny imps of hell that had governed the realm of her lecherous body too long to ever relinquish it!
"Oh ... oh God...! she moaned as Orvie's lips closed over and nipped teasingly at the pubic hairs covering the soft mound at the base of her belly.
The nubbin-headed youth raised his face and grinned evilly up at her. "That's the way, Doll, let yourself get with it. Enjoy all these stiff cocks that are anxious to show their appreciation for the way you've handled 'em in the past." He laughed, the others joining him. "Okay, guys, let's just carry her right over there on the rug in front of the fire where we can really do her justice, eh?"
They did, lifting her in their arms as if she were weightless, placing her on her back per Orvie's instructions, all of them dropping to their knees and surrounding her, their young, hardened cocks jutting excitedly out from their juvenile loins. But it was the heavy, poker-hard length of solid flesh poling out from the overgrown youth's hairy loins as he stood at her feet looking down at her that was sending the only waves of real fear through Barbara.
It had been the abnormal size and length of it that had lewdly fascinated her the first time she had uncontrollably seduced him in her office. Dear God, she had hardly been able to get her mouth over it, she remembered, and even then she'd had to stroke it vigorously to make him cum, and after she had vowed never to touch him again. He'd been like a rutting young bull, trying to ram it down her throat while he clutched at her head...!
"Spread them beautiful legs open wide, Nursie," Orvie said, his small eyes gleaming wickedly. "Don't be bashful, eh?"
Barbara did, but only slightly, her mind still filled with the cringing thoughts of that day in her office...! God, if only his was small and tender like the others...! Oh, she must be losing her wits entirely! Here she lay hopelessly subjected to their slightest whim, and instead of being shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive inside with wild and mounting desire! Oh God, what a hopelessly lost lecheress she was...!
"Wider, Baby ... as far apart as you can get 'em!" Orvie hissed, and obscenely she responded, spreading her full, white thighs to the furthest extent, until the whole of her defenseless, naked cunt was lewdly exposed to him. "Fuck! Look at that delicious sight, will you?" he invited hoarsely. "Oh man, am I going to feast on that...!
Barbara gasped out, her heart pounding in her chest as abruptly, Orvie dropped to his knees, then forward on his belly, with his face hovering inches above her loins.
"Go ahead, Orvie! Eat the hot bitch's cunt! Can't you see how bad she wants it?" Teddy Drake prodded, grinning widely.
"Yeah, slip a tongue up in that, Orvie?" Rocky Chalone chimed in as he lie down beside Barbara and took her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for his head. "Me, I'm going to suck me a little tit. Won't you join me, Bart? You'll never find two more luscious ones!"
"You've got a point there, Rock," the Carter boy said, quickly taking a similar position on the other side of Barbara, until she was lying there with her arms around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with raised knees, her soft, rounded thighs wantonly agape before the staring beady eyes of Orvie Gaylord.
"Ooohhh!" Barbara gasped as she felt both boys begin to greedily fondle the smooth resilient flesh of her breasts, kissing and tonguing her nipples ... and finally sucking them hungrily into their young mouths. She could feel their hard cocks pressed nakedly against her hips, and both of them immediately began a lewd rhythmic undulating motion with their pelvises as she felt Orvie's large hands contact the flesh of her inner thighs, causing her breath to catch passionately in her throat.
"Ooohhh ... , " she whimpered again when she sensed dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her excited pussy, his tongue suddenly flicking at the palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her un-separated cunt-lips, while soft escaping sounds of ecstasy arose in her throat. She felt his thumbs spreading open the puffy excited edges of her cunt, and then he laced his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive pink flesh feverishly.
Barbara groaned, gasped and twitched spasmodically beneath their young lustful mouths and tongues sucking and biting at her hardened nippled breasts, while the third orally fucked into her vagina, then licked upward to circle her erect, quivering clitoris beautifully. Abruptly, his lips sucked, drawing the soft folds of inner petals into the warm shelter of his mouth, while his tongue kept up its spine-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her legs....
"Ooohhh ... oh God, yes ... yesss!" she whimpered, already feeling the first stages of her orgasm in her belly from their licentious ministrations to her defenseless body.
Then she saw Teddy Drake taking a position above her face, his feet on either side of her head and facing the others; he squatted down until his balls dangled above her mouth and the little brown hole of his hair-ringed anus nearly touched her nose. Excitedly, she licked out her tiny tongue, beginning to lave and coat his young testicles with her saliva, finally raising her head and opening her lips wide to gently suck what she could of them into her mouth. She heard him groan, then felt him raising up again. Reluctantly, she let him free, but not for long. He was re-positioning himself on his knees and arching over the two boys sucking at breasts, his hands extended to brace himself between her body and theirs, until his hardened, familiar cock was above her lips; with one hand he forced it down and withdrew the foreskin, holding it for her to quickly raise her head and suck it into the heated interior of her wanting mouth and he immediately began to fuck in and out of her face, his rigid shaft of hot flesh nearly choking her as it probed toward her throat!
Barbara had suddenly lost all conception of time and space. Her depraved passion with the aid of the liquor had quickly driven her beyond and rational stage. The perverted streak inside her had destroyed all restraint she might have once possessed, she realized, as she wantonly and masochistically gave her incited flesh to their young lust. Insane sensations of obscene bliss permeated every inch of her voluptuous body, and voraciously she sucked at Teddy Drake's swelling cock, knowing from experience that in moments it would be spewing its hot, sweet cum into her throat, while the warm tongues and mouths pulled enchantingly at her tits, and the one between her legs sent erotic shocks of licentious joy racing through her cunt and belly...! God she was going to cum, herself, any minute...!
Then, she felt the intruder playing around her anus and braced herself, sensing the finger pressing teasingly against the tight, puckered little hole, until suddenly it popped inside her and slid unhesitatingly right up into the depths of her rectum! She groaned around the stiff, thrusting cock in her mouth, the sound increasing as suddenly she felt a second finger join the first ... and finally a third, making her grunt and choke as they began to worm and thrust tormentingly in and out of her back passage.
"How do they feel plugging up your ass, Mrs. Lindsey?" Barbara heard and recognized Milo Wilson's voice. "You see, I want to stretch it good and proper for you before I shove my cock in it later on...!"
He said more, but Barbara didn't listen. His sadistic invasion of her rectum, coupled with Orvie's delightful licking of her pussy and the young hungry mouths at her breasts, had triggered her climax. But the final embellishment was Teddy Drake's jerking cock brushing at the back of her throat!
"Oh man ... I'm going to cum!" he gasped. "Suck it! Suck it hard!"
In seconds, Barbara's mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, creamy sperm that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath as she gulped with lustful hunger at the white, viscous fluid ejaculating from his jerking teenaged cock driven to the depths of her constricting throat muscles. Simultaneously, her own building pressure peaked and burst, sending ecstatic jolts of rapture racing over and through her convulsing body!
She felt Teddy's youthful member growing limp in her mouth as she pulled and sucked on he drew it from her, and fell back away; she it, licking feverishly for its last drop, but then raised her head to gape down at Orvie between her widespread thighs, her passion released, hoping that he would stop and that Milo would remove his hotly thrusting fingers from her rectum ... but one look at Milo's grinning face and Orvie's upraised, beady eyes, let her know different. They didn't intend to stop ... not even for a moment! Dear God, she realized, jerking frantically as the nubbin-headed boy's tongue continued to stab and lick at her inflamed clitoris, they intended to exhaust her
...to extract her mind slowly out through her cunt ... and as he continued to mouth and tease the tiny, intricate little bud, she sensed the pressure beginning to build once more! Oh Lord, she would cum again in a minute...!
"My turn now, Orvie!" Milo said, extracting his fingers from her bottom with a moist, hissing sound. "You take a tit and let one of the boys take over her asshole!"
"Okay," Orvie replied, raising his face that was damp and coated from the moistness of her pussy. He grinned at her. "How goes it Nurse Lindsey? Wasn't that a winner? Wait 'till we get into the next half-dozen or so, eh...?"
CHAPTER 10
David had called twice, surprised that she hadn't answered, but finally settled himself on the logical possibility that she had taken a sleeping pill and the phones-ring couldn't penetrate her coma. Just as well ... she probably needed the sleep with whatever was troubling her.
"No answer?" Stevie questioned from his place on the couch, the book in his lap still opened at the same page as when they'd sat down an hour before.
"No ... she's undoubtedly sleeping," David said, lowering himself into his chair, hardly concerned over her, but wondering what it could be to keep such a avid reader as Stevie from doing his normal thing. Boy, she must have been dynamic!
"You think she's okay?" his son said, the concern in his eyes unhidden.
"Of course ... she's probably taken a sleeping pill," David responded with a smile, placing his dead pipe between his teeth. "You keep forgetting, Stevie, Barbara's a nurse. She can well take care of herself." He picked up his newspaper and made motions of losing himself in it, but in truth, his own concern was mounting.
Perhaps, she had taken something to sleep by ... but if she couldn't hear her phone...? People were always taking too many by mistake ... forgetting that they'd taken the first one...! Should he go and investigate? He certainly didn't want to intrude on her privacy. Barbara would never appreciate that ... Still...? Oh hell, he was trying to build mountains out of....
"Dad?"
"Yes?
"Maybe we ought to go over and see if she's okay...?
David smiled. He was so pleased to know the concern of his son. He said: "Your idea is acceptably warm, young man, but I don't believe that we should. At this point, Barbara still values her privacy. I don't want to invade that ... can you understand, Stevie?"
"Well ... yes, I guess so ... but...."
"But...?"
"Oh ... nothing, Dad." David took his pipe to empty it. He said: "Why don't you read your book, Son? Don't worry, everything's fine ... Remember that old saying your Mom used to employ ... whatever happens, happens for the best?"
"Yeah ... , " Stevie answered, remembering. "I think of that a lot, really ... Okay, Dad, whatever you say."
David picked up his cognac and sipped at it, watching his son lift his book and get seemingly interested. Strange, he thought, but for a moment he'd had a weird feeling that whatever had been between Barbara and himself had suddenly died...! But of course, that was ridiculous ... or was it? Did he really want to marry her? Was he so much in love that he wanted to bring her into their house ... to mother his son? Their sex had been beautiful ... but even whores could be beautiful...!
"What're you thinking about, Dad?" Stevie asked, looking up and smiling. "I could tell you were by the expression on your face...."
"Nothing, really, Stevie ... just contemplating. Look, read your book, eh?"
"Sure thing," Stevie said. "Sorry."
* * *
Barbara paid little mind to Teddy Drake who had produced a camera and was hopping around, taking shots from every conceivable angle. She could barely concentrate on anything but the continual resurgence of ecstatic sensations the marathon of young mouths and tongues sucking and licking at her seething genitals, while others salaciously tormented every erogenous area she possessed, were forcing her to endure. Already, she had lost count of the orgasms her trembling and nearly exhausted body had experienced ... or who was between her thighs, or sucking her breasts, or thrusting their cock in her mouth and emptying their fiery sperm down her throat, while fingers routed and gouged at the soft, spongy flesh of her rectum!
Vaguely, now, she gave thanks for the liquor she had drunk, for without its anesthetizing effects she would have gone mad by this time! Her frantic body was a quivering mass of erotically tortured nerve-ends. Unceasingly they kept up their oral ravaging and for how long it had gone on, Barbara had no idea, but nebulously she was aware that now and then there would only be one or two of them at her, while the others drank beer from cans along with smoking their pot and playing the audience, obviously taunting their virile young cocks back into erection once more.
Dear God, it couldn't go on much longer, or she would go absolutely insane! Yet, they only sniggered obscenely each time she pleaded with them, and whoever was taking a turn at the tremulously seething inferno between her thighs would begin to lick and suck fiendishly until the convulsive spasms jolted again through her loins and belly in a paroxysm of agonized pleasure...!
"Oh ... oh my God, please...? Stop...! Barbara begged, tossing her head back and forth on the rug in the aftermath of a numbing series of little climaxes at the viciously sucking mouth of Bart Carter. "Stop...! Oh God, stop! You're driving me mad!"
"Hey ... is that any way to show appreciation?" Orvie taunted, grinning down at her through his drug-glazed little eyes, the sight of the thin string of white glistening seminal fluid stretched from the corner of her open mouth down over her chin giving his lust an added charge. "You surprise me, Nurse Lindsey. Here we are taking turns, sweating our asses off trying to satisfy that greedy cunt of yours, and this is the way you thank us...?
"Oh God, please ... no more ... no more...? Barbara pleaded, trying to focus his small face into view as he stood above her lewdly stroking his long, still hardened cock. "I beg you ... all of you, no more of that ... I can't stand it...!
"No more of what, Doll?" Orvie teased, wanting to hear her say it, and wondering if she was ready for phase two of their well planned little orgy.
"Ooohh ... the ... the licking and ... and sucking of ... my cunt ... , " Barbara whimpered in a debased shame she had never before known, but using the vilest of terms because she was certain it was what he, they, wanted to hear ... and she had to gain their mercy somehow. Anything else they might conceive doing to her would be a relief now! God, she couldn't cum one more time; she'd screech her lungs out...!
"Okay, Baby, seeing you put it that way," Orvie agreed nodding down at Bart Carter who raised his wetly shining face from between her obscenely spread thighs and watching the sigh of deliverance escape from her voluptuous, trembling body. Man, she was a luscious bitch, he thought, gaping at her firm rounded breasts that they'd all sucked into a maddening hardness, and down over the flat, smooth white bowl of her belly to the dark, hair-fringed area between her full shapely thighs where her cunt-lips lay open now to expose the glistening velvety flesh they had purposely tormented beyond reason. "So ... what say to a bit of fucking now, Mrs. Lindsey, eh?"
Barbara stared up at him, her flesh cringing at the sight of his heavy, swollen penis swaying like a yard-arm from his hairy loins, his bloated sac hanging menacingly beneath. He was giving her no choice, she realized; it was let him fuck her senseless, or more of the ordeal she had just gone through! Then, she saw the others moving in to surround her again, all of them with re-erected organs except Teddy Drake with his camera, and she knew from experience that he was finished ... but the others ... my God, them too?
"Well, Baby ... maybe you're not ready yet, eh," Orvie said, signaling to Rocky Chalone who immediately started to drop down between her still wide spread thighs. "A little more cunt-licking ought....
"No, please, not that! I'm ready! Yes, fuck me ... anything, but no more of that...! Barbara pleaded, raising to her elbows shakily.
"All right," Orvie replied, as if he were answering her request. "If that's what you want, Doll, we'll fuck you ... as a matter-of fact, Milo and I've been saving our whole load for this act of the party. Right, buddy? You know, Mrs. Lindsey, we wanted to make sure you went away happy tonight, and that shows you the type of concerned youths we really are?"
A wave of lascivious laughter echoed from the others.
"Oh God...! Barbara moaned, chokingly. Then, she saw Orvie dropping down onto the rug beside her and stretching out on his back, his towering member pointed ceiling-ward.
"Come on, Doll," he ordered lewdly. "Let's get up over me here and give it a little kiss and a lick before I bury it in that pretty cunt, eh?"
Of them all, only this nubbin-headed overgrown, pothead actually repulsed Barbara, and had since she'd made the stupid mistake of letting her depravity get the better of her in the office that day, but presently, she realized that her likes, or dislikes, were not apt to be taken into consideration: yet she couldn't hold back the feeling of utter loathing she felt as with unsteady, quaking body, she arose to her knees, then climbed astraddle of his muscularly powerful legs and bent down over his thick, rigid shaft of hot boyish flesh.
He raised his little head to watch when she subserviently grasped his cock inside her slender fingers; she felt him lurch to her touch, a surprising sensation rippling through her own belly at the hot, throbbing feel of it in her hand. God, she wouldn't have believed it possible that there was an ounce of arousal left in here...! With one hand, she began to work the thick foreskin up and down over its bulbous, blood-engorged head, finally drawing it all the way back until the moist, spongy glans were exposed ... and then she kissed it with soft lips, letting her tiny tongue spear out to penetrate the slit of its opening and tasting the piquant tang of seminal fluid that clung there.
Barbara heard him grunt beneath her laving tongue, and she began to lick its sensitive underside, swirling around the coronal rim, her loathing and repulsion of only a moment past rapidly dwindling before the lecherous tingling a cock to her lips and tongue invariably kindled inside her. She sensed an unbelievable tremble of excitement race up her spine as she licked her way down the thick shaft to his swollen balls, kissing and coating them with the saliva from her mouth, her own incredible desire building almost painfully in her loins and belly.
Dear God, there was no end to her depraved hunger, was there...?
"Oh fuck!" Orvie exclaimed vilely. "Get up over me and get it into your cunt, Baby! Man, I've got to fuck you! You're too much!"
Barbara didn't try to restrain the little smile of egotism his words sparked as she did his bidding; yes, she thought licentiously, she could still handle the likes of his adolescent, dim-witted cock! She moved up over him on her knees with her white thighs spread wide, her full breasts hanging and swaying above his barrel chest, her still moist and open cunt directly above the tips of his young, heavy cock; then, with one hand, she reached between her legs, grasping the hard shaft to draw its head back and forth through the soft moist flesh separating her swollen, hair-lined cunt lips.
"Oh shit...! Orvie grasped, thrusting his pelvis upward uncontrollably. "Get the goddamned thing in, will you, bitch?"
Again Barbara displayed her little smile that reflected her lust-filled ego, plus thankfulness now for her wet, dilated vagina their fiendish licking and sucking were responsible for.
Milo Wilson watched it all from behind, his face almost touching Orvie's legs and Nurse Lindsey's beautiful ass, his eyes gaping as he watched her place old Orvie's thick cock-head right at the quivering mouth of her cunt hole, then push her ass down onto it with a swoosh, taking the whole frigging thing right up inside her cunt on the first lunge! He heard her gasp out a heavy sigh and Orvie's grunting reaction as she rocked back and forth on it, then lifted her hips, her pink cunt-flesh sucking and pulling at it only to plunge down again, this time with a circling undulation of her loins ... and for a moment he thought he might shoot off just watching the horny sight!
Crap, that was the thing about her! No one guy was going to tear her up with his feeble cock! Like Orvie had said, she was too much ... which was the reason they'd teamed and planned the whole orgy. Man, they'd really had her going there for awhile; she'd cum so many times her guts must've been ready to fall out ... but here she was right back for more!
He stared at the little spongy ring of her raised anus, all puckered and brownish without a hair around it ... but swollen and maybe stretched a little now from his, and the other guys' fingers ... stared, watching it bob up and down between the rounded white spheres of her spread-open buttocks and wishing to hell it was his turn next. But it wasn't! According to plan, Rocky made the next move when Orvie gave him the signal, then, his shot came with Bart joining in and poor Teddy catching pictures of it all. Well, somebody had to do that too, according to Orvie, that was if they wanted to make the whole crazy scene pay off ... so they could do it again when the urge hit them, which was friggin' often! Anyway, Teddy was a one-cummer; crap, he was only thirteen. Wait till he hit his stride...!
Orvie clutched cruelly with his big hands at her rhythmically dancing tits, squeezing and kneading their resilient satiny flesh while he lifted from the floor to thrust his aching cock up into the tight, velvety confines of her gasping cunt-channel. Shit, she was ... she was too much! Her long raven hair hung down to graze and tickle his cheeks, and there was a smile on her face ... a confident little smile that was drawing the sap right out of him. His balls churned almost painfully, he'd held his load back for so long ... and when he lifted her tits up and looked down at her plunging cunt swallowing up his cock, he couldn't believe it!
"Wh-What's wrong, Orvie...? she panted, ever smiling down at him. "Barbara too much for you this way...?
The big boy choked, his words bunching in his throat before he got them out and Barbara's smile twisted to a salacious grin. Damn them! she thought. She'd show them who their mistress was! And enjoy the delights of their cocks in the bargain! But it was this one, the huge one she had to humble first ... and the others would be, as they say, like picking cherries! Though, for a moment in the beginning, when she'd plunged down on it and the rubbery head had battered her cervix, she'd had her moment of doubt ... but now, that very same nudging and pummeling was instigating a tremendous pressure in her belly! God, what a climax it should be...!
"Now, Rock!" the naked, nubbin-headed delinquent in under her said, interrupting her thoughts, and Barbara sensed a spasm of apprehension at the sound of his voice.
Abruptly, she felt another presence moving in behind her and automatically assumed it to be Rocky Chalone! She sensed his hands on her buttocks, warm and caressing, then smoothing to her hips, the heat of his body evidence of his closeness!
"Wh-What are you going to...! she started.
"Shut up you cunt!" Orvie snarled up at her viciously, and she did, bringing her grinding fucking motion to a decisive halt, a new trepidation of fear suddenly sweping over her. "Damn you ... you're going to be hard to teach, aren't you? You can't believe that you lose and we win! Well, maybe, it's better that way, Baby ... but I assure you, we're going to win ... even with your hot cunt that can't seem to get enough cock ... which, in fact, inspired our next stage! If ... if you're ready, Rock, go ahead...!
Oddly enough, Barbara, though she knew that she should be, was not frightened. The thought had registered in her mind that no matter how they violated her now, such an act or acts couldn't possibly throw her into the state of hysteria she had reached through their sucking and licking of her...!
And then, Orvie's withdrawal of his cock from her vagina until only the tip rested at its mouth ... and the presence of a second shaft that had to be seated upon the first, both nozzles pointed and geared toward the passage of her cunt, made her horribly understand what they had in mind! They were going to double-fuck her...!
"Oh ... oh no! Please ... I can't take them both...."
"Ready, Rocky?"
"Say when, Orvie!"
"Oh no ... please, boys ... please...?
"One ... two ... threeee ... Give!"
They did, simultaneously, Rocky clutching at her hips powerfully, destroying any thoughts of evasion she might have entertained, their pair of cocks smashing up into her vagina like devastating pile-drivers, immediately stretching her open cunt with breathtaking shocks of agony that eliminated all sense of ego and self-respect she had enjoyed!
"Aaaaauuuuggghhh: Stop! Please! Stop!" Barbara grunted in her immediate agony. "My God...! What kind of little animals are you?"
Orvie laughed up into her face. "Fuck-animals, Nurse Lindsey! That's it! Fuck-animals! What kind are you...?"
She couldn't speak! The penetration of both their hardened penises together in her vagina was more than breathtaking ... it was medieval ! She remembered once of reading about it, the thought intriguing her, but the real act...? And they raced into her ... in and out ... as if they had practiced, she thought gaspingly, conceived them putting their cocks together in rehearsal! My God, they were stretching her beyond reason!
"Oh ... ooohhhh, dear Lord!" she gasped as they plunged into her. "You're killing me! You're killing me!"
"Is it nice, Baby?" Orvie hissed up at her. "Do you love it?"
"Ooohhhh! Oh ... Oh Godddd ... yes ... yessss ... yesssss! Do it ... do itttt! Fuck me with both cocks! I want you to! I dooo!"
Barbara could hardly comprehend the weird stretched sensations her vagina was telegraphing to her brain, the never-before equaled enchantment returning to permeate her body, firing her satanically. She was insatiable! She knew it now for certain! Anything evil and obscene, had it to do with sex, was her forte! She had been lost for a thousand years ... and knowing it, she could pump her hips and buttocks like a wanton demon down onto the charging, uplifted cocks, scoring the sensitive, pink flesh of her acclimating vagina!
But it was Rocky who began to whimper, grasping feverishly at her hips and thrusting his cock in unison with Orvie's into her cunt!
"I-I can't hold it, Orvie! I-I'm going to cummm!"
"Okay, so shoot it!" Orvie spat contemptuously. "Let the hot bitch have it!"
Barbara moaned uncontrollably at the licentious thought of his virile young cock ejaculating excitedly into her while the other continued to race on uninterrupted, the two shafts of hardened cock-flesh adjoined in her mind's eye like a double-barreled weapon, and she pumped her salaciously spread buttocks and genitals up and down on them ... suddenly feeling the upper one jerking and swelling, while its youthful owner clutching brutally at the soft, silken flesh of her hips and he began to chant:
"Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh ... oh ... here it cuummmmsss...!
Barbara felt it squirting from the tip of his desperately ramming cock in thick hot jets of viscous male liquid, immediately lubricating the stretched walls of her vagina with a welcoming coating that increased the sensitivity of her passage by tenfold. But then, it was growing limp, almost pulpy, until it was gone, and the single thrusting cock still charging up into her ... the one she had feared because of its size, no longer was enough! It was as if she were trying to fuck a baby-penis, plunging her cunt down onto it with wanton, undulating motions of her hips and buttocks in her effort to maintain the friction of his hard, hot flesh against the fluid-filled, expanded sheath of her intensely excited cuntal passage!
"Oh ... God ... more! Someone else ... put your cock in there with Orvie's! Please ... hurry!" she gasped, breathlessly.
"Sonofabitch!" Orvie choked, as she bucked and strained on top of him like a woman gone mad, her beautiful face contorted in debauched lust, and he clutched at her hanging breasts cruelly, mauling them and biting their nipples as he smashed his aching cock up and to meet her downward plunge, the fear beginning to rise in him that maybe she was too much for them after all...!"N-Now, Milo! Get it into her!"
Milo knelt behind her, moving in when Rocky was finished, his cock like a throbbing poker as he gaped at the stretched and swollen pink outer-flesh of her cuntal-channel and Orvie's heavy prick pistoning up into it, all moist and glistening from the mixture of Rocky's jism and her pussy-juice that was matting the hair at the base of Orvie's cock and dribbling down his balls!
Frig, he didn't think he could wait much longer for Orvie's signal ... and then, she'd started to beg for another cock and he knew it was time! He was already kneeling up snug to her, his hands on her hips covering the red welts that Rocky had left there, his brain a pot-fogged sponge of adolescent lust as his eager eyes centered on the raised little ring of her inflamed anus that was puffy and not quite so tight since they'd finger-reamed it...!
"Hold it, Baby," Orvie ordered hoarsely. "Here comes your other cock...!
"Oh ... yes...! Barbara moaned, bringing her body to a temporary motionless position and obscenely thrusting her buttocks back by dipping her waist and spreading her knees wider, the absolutely depraved thought of two cocks again inside her there inciting her wickedly! She felt his hands on her hips, then the nudging of his young hard flesh as it played in the dampness coating the entire area of her genitals, its spongy tip moving provocatively up and down the crevice separating her gapingly spread buttocks. "Hurry! Please, Milo ... get it in!" she hissed passionately, squirming her hips as if to help him ... but then, she froze...!
God! What was he doing...? She sensed his thumbs on either side of her tiny virginal anus, pressuring outward as if to open the tight little hole! Oh no, dear God, she was too sore there from their finger fucking...!
"Oh please, not there! Don't! I can't ... not the other one in my cunt...! Barbara pleaded, fear knotting her belly at the thought of him trying to sodomize her while Orvie fucked into her still wanting pussy. Putting them both into her vagina was one thing ... she had already found out its capacity ... but this outrageous obscenity would split her apart...!
"Hold still, you cock-eating bitch!" Orvie spat up at her, clutching and twisting her slightly bruised breasts viciously. "I told you we were going to win this game, damn you!"
"Uuuunngghhh," Barbara whimpered from the pain of his cruel big hands ... and then, she felt the hardened head of Milo's rigid cock pressuring against the once tight ring of her anus that he was thumb-spreading open! God, at that frightening moment it was difficult for her to believe they were just teenaged boys ... boys that once she had seduced and enjoyed to the tune of her own perverted, sadistic pleasure ! Oh, how the tables had turned...!
She felt him strain forward! Oh Lord...! His cock-head was worming its way into her there and she chilled with natural terror!
"Oh God ... please no!" she whimpered painfully, trying to squirm free of the blunt, agonizing intrusion into her helplessly resisting rectum; but they clung to her mercilessly, Milo ever-pressing forward as she clenched her tear-filled eyes tightly shut, and then the tensioned, elastic nether-ring of her asshole gave way before the relentless pressure, letting the smooth turgid head pop salaciously into her. She felt his strong young hands move to her thighs, his fingers gouging into her tender, white flesh, and she grit her teeth to help her bear the pain.
"How's that feel, Mrs. Lindsey?" Orvie taunted, leering contemptuously up at her as he continued to knead her swollen, sore breasts, and thrust his heavy cock up into her vagina with a grinding, circular action of his hips. "Like somebody was shoving a hot rod up your luscious ass, eh?"
"Oooohhhhh! Aaauuggghhhhh! Stop ... oh, stop! You're killing me!" Barbara half-screeched, her face twisted from the torment. "Ooohhh ... you ... you wicked little bastard!" she wailed back at Milo, straining her neck to look at his young, drugged grin as he clutched sadistically at her thighs, worming his rigid cock slowly up into her warm, rubbery passage without respite, and Orvie hauled her down against his chest, forcing her ass higher into the air to unwillingly help Milo's cock push into and fuck here there, its throbbing head plowing the spongy, clinging flesh before it, until finally with one last furious lunge that flattened her ass-moons against his pelvis, he had driven the length of it into her desperately tortured back passage.
Barbara gasped for breath, hardly able to think, the pain was so overwhelming! She would never be the same after this ... this fiendish ravaging of her genitals! Even the effects of the liquor she had drunk throughout the day was no longer of any solace to her ... and the slightest move she made only impaled it deeper into her rectal passage! She tried to hold herself to a deathly stillness as they both began to saw in and out of her still moist vaginal and rectal channels ... in and out ... in and out ... until she began to sense the thickness of their hot shafts of cock flesh rubbing against each other, separated only by the thin, fleshy membrane between her vagina and rectum!
"Uuunnggg ... ooohhh ... ooohhhh, God...!" she moaned helplessly, the incredible torment oddly becoming weirdly pleasurable! She began to move back and down with her seething, stretched passages in response to their plunging young cocks!
To Barbara, in her total lust-corrupted state, pain had suddenly become joy, and for the thousandth time she reasoned vaguely the depths of her perverted degradation! God, there was no limit to the dregs of debauched obscenities to which her lecherous passion would subject itself...!
"Ram it to her, Milo baby!" Orvie encouraged. "Make the teasing bitch taste it up in her throat!"
Barbara didn't try to restrain the grunts of masochistic passion pouring from her lips as she felt the swollen intrusion thrusting solidly into her rectum, chafing and rubbing to a prurient sensation its tender spongy flesh. She felt his hands gripping her smooth hips again with an eager pressure as he sawed and drubbed into her, the sweet pain going on and on, each vicious plunge raising a throaty gasp from her that filled the otherwise quietness of the room. She stared unseeingly, but conscious of Orvie's big hands evilly twisting and taunting the fullness of her still dancing breasts, while his cohort pummeled between her upraised buttocks with longer, smoother strokes, ramming the entire length of his hard teen-aged cock right up her ass, until she could feel his youthful bloated balls slapping each time against the stretched, cock-stuffed mouth of her pussy.
"How do you like it now, Baby? We getting to you yet?" the nubbin-headed boy beneath her spat as he unceasingly squeezed and tormented her lush breasts, twisting their distended nipples harshly. Then, with an unexpected spine-shattering lurch, he drove his long thick cock upward into her vagina to stab at the underside of her belly, forcing a pitiful whimper to escape her throat. "You're going to remember this party for some time to come, I'll bet my ass!"
Barbara felt like laughing down into his young, small face. Oh, she'd remember it all right, but only because of the vile, forbidden bliss it was bringing her ... being raped by five youthful cocks that had fucked into every opening of her sensuous, insatiable body! Yes, she would remember it all right ... and so would they ... for the rest of their lives...!
CHAPTER 11
Teddy Drake, who had grown tired of taking pictures, had stretched out in a chair with a can of beer in one hand, his young cock in the other, watching the lewd performance taking place on the floor before the dying fire while he stroked himself vigorously. So far in his thirteen years, he had discovered that voyeurism accompanied by masturbation was much more pleasurable to him than the actual fucking of a girl, or having her suck him. They just didn't seem to pull the terrific sensations from his loins that his diligent young fist could...!
On the davenport, Rocky Chalone lie stretched out ... and passed out, a bummer of a situation that was happening too often lately from the pot and beer. Bart Carter thought ... like the dumb little punk in the chair pulling his prick; caught a quick glance at both of them before focusing his attention back on the orgy taking place on the rug. Man, how could a guy whack it with such a luscious bitch as Mrs. Lindsey just waiting to suck him off again?
He watched, dropping to his knees beside Milo, staring in mesmerized excitement while he stroked his resurrected, hardened member ... Milo's sodomizing cock racing hotly into her obscenely stretched asshole, while Orvie's hairy loins plunged up and down furiously, in and out of her moistly clinging cunt with powerful, tunneling thrusts ... both of them working like a schooled team that tossed her between them, and she moaning continuously at the crazy-wild fucking they were giving her.
Man, old Orvie was so goddamned wrapped up in his work that he'd forgotten the plans ... but he couldn't wait any longer...! Still, he didn't want to get the big stoop uptight with him either...!
Bart knead his way up to where his overgrown buddy was straining, beady-eyed and stroking Mrs. Lindsey's bruised tits. "Hey, man ... now?" he asked, his mouth flannel-dry, "Is it time for me...?"
Bart saw the nubbin-headed goof roll his head toward him, his little eyes staring blankly ... as if he'd forgotten everything but his own stiff cock!
"Wh-What...?" Orvie choked, the gusto seemingly drained from his voice, his little mouth hanging open loosely as he sucked in gasps of air.
It was Barbara, herself, who turned her beautiful, wantonly distorted face toward him and said: "Co-Come here, little darling! Bring that sweet cock of here to Barbara...!"
From his lewdly stretched out position in the chair, Teddy Drake couldn't believe it! After all they had put her though, she was still asking for more! He dropped his own prick momentarily as he watched her hold a hand to Bart, and all the while the raging stalks of cock-flesh fucked into her lewdly responding genitals, she meeting their plunges stroke for stroke, as if the party had just begun! Crap, no wonder he shied away from broads ... you couldn't satisfy the bitches!
"Well do it man!" Orvie rasped. "Do what the sweet doll's telling you...!"
Sweet doll? Teddy groaned inwardly. No bitch, or cunt, or cock-eater ... but sweet doll! Crud, whose show was this, anyway? Who was being taught the goddamned lesson? Man, the next thing, he'd probably want to tear up the friggin' pictures...!
But Barbara knew. She had known since Orvie Gaylord had begun to tenderly kiss and caress her breasts rather than maul them, and Milo's rigid young cock had never been anything but eager once she'd grown accustomed to its unnatural presence. Now, together, the long, thick rod of cock-flesh inciting rapidly mounting sensations in her loins and belly when she'd wondered if it could ever happen again, and the virile boy-cock bringing her weird bliss in its sodomizing charges from behind, were hers ... tamed, beaten, possessed, the licentiously overwhelming knowledge causing lecherous excitement of sadistic lubricity to seize complete and infernal control over her once more. The vanquished was vanquishing the vanquishers ... and now, she would capture the third one...!
Crap, the whole show was going down the drain, Teddy Drake groaned, clasping at his cock again as he watched Bart's prick poling out above Orvie's slack face ... and he began to massage himself while he gaped with grow-excitement as their school nurse took Bart's throbbing member in her hand and without hesitation leaned forward to draw it hungrily into her widely ovaled mouth!
* * *
David couldn't sleep. His mind was too occupied with the jarring upset of the unexpected and unfounded turn his thinking had taken earlier in the evening. Yet, as remotely plausible as it seemed at the moment, he knew he would not marry Barbara ... that their love, or physical attraction, whichever, was just not strong enough to bind them inseparably, such as Janet and his had been.
Actually, there was no reason for alarm over it. Men and women had fallen into infatuating circumstances before and survived with little difficulty, once their eyes were opened ... and he would immediately set about to open Barbara's. She was too much of a beautiful person not to understand, or see the way their delightful sexual encounter had swayed them. Perhaps, if she was willing ... and certainly, many girls were, they could carry on a warm, satisfying relationship in that capacity ... and who knows, maybe eventually something permanent might even come of it...!
But in all truth, it was Stevie who wouldn't let him sleep. The boy had made such a sudden change in his own viewpoints ... from being totally against his proposed marriage to Barbara to complete acceptance. It didn't quite make sense, such bitterness abruptly changed from gall to honey!
Christ, was it possible? Oh, he'd heard the rumors around the school, but weren't young students always ready to put down a strict disciplinary teacher, a rugged coach, or a pretty faculty member? Their exaggerations ran away with them, and at no other age were they more susceptible to aberrational fantasies encompassing an adult, especially a desirable woman such as Barbara.
Oh, it was ridiculous, he knew ... yet, it had been the mere disgusting thought of Stevie and ... oh God! What terrible things he was conceiving in his brain ... still, supposing ... just supposing...?
* * *
On the crest of her ungovernable, insatiable carnality, Barbara reveled. They had hoped to destroy her, but instead, she had won ... and against decisive odds! Every sensuous bodily entrance she possessed was filled with boy-cock, sweet and luscious boy-cock! With depraved delight, she undulated her full, rounded buttocks tirelessly, and squeezed with both cunt and rectal muscles at the hardened, young poles of sinew thrusting with hot rhythm into her hotly receiving cavities. She listened to catch their adolescent groans of subservience to her sex, while her passages pulled vampirishly at their juvenile loins, and with ardent hunger she began to suck in wickedness at the jerking young cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating licentiously, delighting in the exploring of it with her fervent, licking tongue, its tip probing serpent-like into the childlike slit in the turgid head. She sought, closed-eyed with soft and warm hands, finding his bloated teenaged balls, cupping them in warmth, and beginning to caress and milk them with passionate fervor.
Oh ... oh yes! This was all things! She was devoted ... a slave to their tender, unschooled and vibrant cocks in her mouth! All else was but inciting fuel fed to the hotbed of coals encompassing her passionate perversion! Not that she had truly ever doubted it, but again and again it had proven to be true for her! For, until his sweet-tasting young cock had slipped warmly into the loving sanctuary between her lips, her ultimate enchantment had done little more than ferment in her belly and loins, building pressure and promising erotic explosions that never would have happened!
It would now, she knew! Just its enrapturing presence between her voraciously sucking lips, and the knowing that it would soon squirt its nectar out for her to drink and swallow ... his hot cum ... piquant and dribbling down her throat to fill her belly was enough ... then, those cocks ramming into her cunt and asshole would do the same ... but until that moment of his oral fucking cock-entrance, there had been no promising satiation for her...!
From across the room Teddy Drake hammered diligently at his swollen young penis, Milo's words striking his eardrums with lascivious, if anxious, excitement. Crap ... he'd beat himself sore, but he couldn't! He gaped at Milo kneeling obscenely up behind the nurse's wide spread ass, his soaring cock disappearing like a piston right up her once, tiny hole ... and then, Milo began to lurch and spasm, his motion no longer even, and he knew he was shooting his cum into her back passage...! Oh crap! He wanted to cum too. had to...!
Orvie Gaylord wanted to cry! His passion was that intense, plus, he knew that he had wronged her all the way ... every fucking bit of the way! From the beginning, after she'd sucked his cock, then gone cold on him, he knew! Shit, he loved her ... and the way her beautiful cunt was drawing the nuts right out of him!
"Oh man ... man!" he heard Bart exclaim. "I'm going to blow 'em, Orvie...!"
"Yeah ... okay ... go ahead!" the big boy gasped, trying to reconcile his own situation. He was one straw away, himself! Man, what kind of woman had they tried to put-down? She was the ultimate ... and somehow, he knew it would never happen again! They'd thrown everything they had this time ... but she was still in control! Oh shit ... he had to cum! His cock and balls were killing him...!
Oh God, yes ... Barbara's libidinous mind perceived knowingly! She sensed Bart's organ swelling abruptly in her mouth and she sucked it ravenously, until it burst and he whined out, shuddering all over ... exploded to gush forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent sperm into her mouth and throat, her cheeks puffing and contracting as she swallowed in delight to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing from it. She drank it down greedily in thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating shaft of flesh, prepared not to lose a single drop!
Then he fell back from her, his shrinking boy-cock pulling from between her still sucking lips, a seepage of jism oozing from the corners of her lovely mouth ... and she looked down at the tamed, small face of their self-styled leader who had planned to destroy her. Both her rectum and belly were filled with his young cohorts cum! Now, it was his turn!
She bent down and kissed him with her moist, sperm-coated lips, thrusting her tiny cum-covered tongue into his little mouth obscenely, finally raising her head and laughing down at him.
"It's been quite a party you planned, Orvie, but you've yet to do your share. Do we have to call one of the others for help again, or do you think you're man enough to handle the finale?"
"Y-You bitch! You beautiful, fucking b-bitch!" he gasped feebly and without malice. "I'll finish it ... or die trying...!
"You might at that, Lover!" Barbara hissed, raising her hips higher and plunging down in an undulating grinding motion with her buttocks, her cunt-muscles contracting and pulling at his thrusting, rock-hard cock, while her swollen breasts swayed and jounced above his face. She sat up straight then, beginning a salacious rocking motion, feeling the towering length of his delicious prick scoring the walls of her tingling, moist vagina, while its bulbous head prodded at her under belly delightfully. She reached behind her and found his bloated balls to cup and taunt with her nails, then gently squeezed and milked them knowledgeably.
From his place in the chair, Teddy Drake continued to hammer at himself with fury, the sight of Milo and Bart sprawled on the floor like two exhausted soldiers with their limp, glistening cocks shriveling up resembling useless strands of cooked macaroni, peaked the envy in him ... but it wasn't until Orvie cried out that he felt his load begin its journey and he grabbed for his handkerchief!
"Goddamn...! Orvie choked, gaping up at her beautiful sensuous face. "Here it cums, Baby! Oh shit...! Fuck it hard! I'm ccuuummmmiiiinnnn...!"
"Yesss! Yessssss!" Barbara responded with a little wail, her luscious hips and buttocks smashing downward to absorb his up-thrusting, jerking cock frantically. "Oh God...! Now! Nooowwwww...!"
She screamed and Orvie bellowed! Their bodies convulsed spasmodically, the result of their orgasms foaming back and down out of Barbara's enveloping cunt in a torrent to flood hotly over his cock and balls below while they continued to pound against each other in salaciously resounding lust...!
CHAPTER 12
That bright and sunny California morning, Barbara Lindsey left four important stages of her life behind her: her school resignation, the little town of Santa Lenora, and her love for David and Stevie Hamilton.
She sat quietly on the train, occasionally staring damp-eyed out the window to watch the countryside roll by, resolved that she had done the right and only thing. It was quite apparent to her now that she could never change, and to have married David would have meant the ruination of both his and Stevie's lives, for she never could have kept her lecherous hands off the boy ... and truly, she loved them both too much to destroy them.
She had left without saying good-bye, in fact, had mailed her resignation to the school, and at the moment she had no particular destination in mind, except to head east. Still, she didn't feel lonesome, nor the slightest bit like a wanderer, and she always had her profession for security. No, her brief tears puddling her lovely eyes had come when she thought of David and handsome Stevie. She knew she was going to miss them both so much....
Suddenly, a little ripple of excitement washed through her belly and she searched her purse for a Kleenex, drying her eyes quickly. She stole another glance across the aisle and saw him smile over at her. She returned it with a pleasant one of her own, thinking that he couldn't be over fifteen or sixteen ... and undoubtedly traveling alone!
