Once again, the astute and sagacious Frances Madero brings to her readers a discerning insight into the corruption and degeneracy of the populace today.
Long a devotee of delving into the manners and mannerisms of our supposedly righteous society, Miss Madero in her many books has pointed out the fallacies and weaknesses that are ignored or swept under the rug to protect the unwary from cognizance.
In Hot For Young Bodies, the author takes to task the subject of RAPE. Not the act itself, or the penalties which should be assessed against the perpetrators, but the effect such a debasing action has on the victim.
At the mention of the crime RAPE, most people conjure a picture in their mind of a depraved older man assaulting and defiling a young girl.
Not so!
In actuality, the majority of rapes are committed on women from eighteen to sixty, with the middle-aged woman the most sinned against. And the men who perform these heinous crimes are not old men, but in fact for the most part are in their teens or early twenties.
There is always a hue and cry against the criminal, but as of this writing, little has been said or done on behalf of the victim. She receives sympathy (in some cases), is required to appear in court (if the criminal is caught), but no effort is made to help her disassociate herself from the memory of what has been done to her.
It has broken many women. Some have gone completely mad. Others, shunned by their friends and families afterward, have taken flight to try and begin a new life in other surroundings.
The shameful fact of the matter is, that of all the victims of crimes against the person, the rape victim alone is forced to accept as much guilt and shame as the criminal!
In this tale, Miss Madero attempts to reveal to her readers what may happen to one such victim. One hypothetical case of a woman soiled by a group of young boys, such as you read about in your daily papers, and the effect it had upon her.
As the horrifying story unfolds, the reader cannot help but feel sympathy and compassion for Carol Collins who, though not a particularly righteous woman, finds her life and very being altered irrevocably after the encounter.
Stunned, embarrassed, ashamed and lost, she gradually sinks to the lowest forms of depravity, seducing young men, committing incest, ruining her body and her mind with sex and alcohol until she reaches the ultimate in the depths to which she can go.
Though purely fiction, we are sure you will see the truth and possibilities put forth in this shocking narrative.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Take your goddamn clothes off!" the boy snarled. "Hurry up! We ain't got all night!"
He lifted the woman's skirt up to her shoulders, exposing her long, nylon clad legs, the pantyhose stretched tightly across her hairy pelvis.
"Please!" she whimpered. "Oh, please! Don't do this! I beg you! Don't!"
"Stop your fuckin' snivelin'," a second boy sneered. "It ain't like you're a goddamn virgin or any thin'. Get 'em off!"
The third boy had lit a lamp in the dingy shack, and went to the door to slam it and lock it.
"Oh, boys, don't do it!" The woman had cringed against a wall, one arm across her ample titties, the other hand guarding her crotch. At thirty-six, she knew all about sex, but it had always been in the confines of a bedroom ... with a man. Not in a dingy one-room hovel, being raped by three boys.
"Let's help her, Dinky," the boy who had taken care of the door grinned. "Let's strip her down."
"Shaddup!" the first boy replied. "We ain't goin' to hurt her any. We just want a little fuckin'. Better get with it, lady. They ain't goin' to wait."
"You heard him," the tall blond boy said, his eyes filled with lust. "Get 'em off! Now!"
"Let's help her, Ringo," the door guard pleaded. "Goddamn! I got a hard-on that won't quit."
"Not yet, Zippy," Dinky, apparently the leader, said. "Not yet. Let's give her a chance, first. Whaddaya say, Lady? You want we should help you?"
The woman sighed, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at the passion crazed faces and knew she hadn't a chance. Even if she screamed, there would be no help. Not way out here. If she tried to fight, they would hurt her for sure.
"Alright," she whimpered. "Alright. But just once. Please. That's enough, isn't it?"
"Sure, sure," Dinky said. "Just once. That's all we want. Now, take 'em off."
She kicked her high spiked heels off, at the same time unbuttoning her white, frilly blouse. When she had it off, her full bosom cupped in a half bra, she looked around for a clean place to put it. There wasn't any. So she dropped it on the dirty floor and began undoing the zipper to her skirt.
"Damn!" Ringo whispered. "Look at those jugs! Wow!"
The woman looked at him with contempt on her face, then let the skirt drop down her legs to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties under the pantyhose, and in the dim light the boys could make out her hair-covered cunny, out-lined under the sheer material.
Zippy ran his tongue over his bps. "Hurry up, bitch! I can't wait!"
"Aw, let her tease us," Ringo laughed. "She knows what's coming. But just in case she don't, let's show her." With that, he unzipped his pants and took his hard prick out, the swollen shaft gleaming in the light from the oil lamp.
The other two boys followed suit, yanking at their flies, then pulling their tools out into the open. The woman sucked in her breath when she saw them.
Carefully, she reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it slide off her arms slowly. Her immense titties stood out proudly from her chest, the ends covered with huge nipples. They were dark brown, larger than a silver dollar, the tips sticking out like pencil erasers.
Swallowing hard to keep the sobs contained in her throat, the woman slid the pantyhose down, bending over to slip them off her feet as she leaned against the wall. When she had them off, she straightened up, staring at each of the boys with tearful apprehension.
Her long, well shaped legs were beautiful, flowing in smooth curves up to her well rounded hips. Her belly was flat, muscles rippling under the skin as she moved her feet around shyly. The dark triangle of hair was thick, bunching up in her crotch.
The seemingly heavy titties didn't sag at all, pointing out from her chest like two bombs. Her long, auburn hair hung down over her shoulders, almost covering her gigantic assets. And on top of it all, she was very pretty.
"Lay down, lady," Dinky rasped hoarsely. "Right there on your stuff. I'm goin' to be first."
"I get sloppy seconds," Zippy cried excitedly.
The woman was trembling visibly as she knelt, then dropped on her back on top of her skirt. She stretched her legs out, then covered her eyes with her hands, as though afraid to even look.
Dinky knelt next to her legs. He was a slim boy, no more than thirteen, but he had a vicious looking face. His hair was coal black and curly, and his eyes dark.
Grabbing the woman's knees, he spread her legs wide apart, then moved over between them. He dropped to his elbows, looking at her titties as he sank down nearly on top of her.
"Stick it in!" he ordered. "Hurry up!"
She removed a hand from her face and reached down to take hold of his throbbing prick. Her eyes were still closed as she rubbed the end of his enlarged dong up and down her slit, making it wet for entry. Then she inserted the end, jerking her hand away quickly as soon as it was in her tube.
"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!" the boy groaned as he hunched the hot tool into her twat. "Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Because she wasn't hot, her cunny was as tight as a young girl's, and as the clenching tissues separated when the rod went up into her belly, it felt almost like a hand.
"Uuuunnnggghhhh!" the woman moaned. "Please! Be gentle! Don't hurt me! I beg you!"
"Shut your mouth and pump your ass," he gasped, hunching his ass high in the air, then dropping back down to stab his fiery tool into her pussy.
"Uuuunnnggghhhh!" she murmured. The boy's dick was slamming against her womb, sending thrills throughout her body. Unable to help herself, her twat moistened quickly, aiding the pounding prong inside her.
"Now ... you ... got ... it ... baby!" he wheezed. "Fuck it!"
"Ooooohhhhh," she whined. "Oooohhhhhh!"
"Put ... your ... legs ... around ... me! Fuck ... me ... like ... you ... mean ... it!"
Whimpering, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his slim waist. His metal studded belt scratched the insides of her thighs, but she squeezed him tightly nevertheless, afraid of what he might do if she didn't.
"Throw the meat to her!" Ringo shouted. "Stab her good!"
"Hurry up and blow!" Zippy cried. "I'm goin' to go off in a minute! Ohhh, Christ!" His hand was gripping his jerking rod tightly as he watched his friend stuff his dick into the woman.
"Ummmmm! Ummmmmmm!" She was moaning softly, deep in her throat as the enlarged shaft plunged deep inside her. His foul smelling breath had almost gagged her at First, but now his head was next to hers, buried in her long hair, and she couldn't smell it any longer.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!" Zippy had sank to the floor, white fluid spurting from the end of his pecker. He gave his cock a few quick strokes to help, closing his eyes as his sperm shot out onto the filthy wooden floor.
Arching his back, he remained motionless as his warm juice jetted out the tip of his cock, washing against the woman's uterus with surprising force. He felt it ooze back out of her hole and cover his banging balls as he hit her twice more with his pelvis, then he lay still.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried out. "Oooohhhhh!"
"Get up, goddamn it!" Ringo almost screamed. "Get up!"
Dinky extracted his tool, then rolled off the woman, his chest heaving with the effort.
"Suck me, bitch!" Ringo told her. "Suck me off! I ain't goin' to stick my prick in that mess. Get up and blow me!"
"Oh, no," she sobbed, looking at him with tears running down her cheeks. "Don't make me do that! Oh, please don't!"
Reaching down, Ringo grabbed a handful of her long, rich hair and jerked her up to a sitting position. Still holding her, he stepped forward until his naked prick was brushing against her face.
"Suck it!" he commanded. "Suck it dry or I'll kick the shit out of you! Now! Do it!"
Stifling her sobs, she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, then got on her knees in front of him. After swallowing hard several times, she grasped his cock gingerly at the base with two fingers, then opened her mouth and slipped it over his prong.
"Oh, Christ!" he mumbled. "Uuuunnnggghhh! Ohhhh, baby!"
He began running his fingers through her hair as she used her lips and tongue to push his foreskin back, then bobbing her head, she applied suction to the shaft.
"Uuummmfff! Uuummmffff!" His ass was hunching with her, forcing his rod farther and farther into her mouth.
"U u u u m m m m m ! '' she moaned. "Uuuummmmmm!"
Zippy had recovered from his ejaculation, and was watching in fascination as she nodded her head on Ringo's prick. His hand was still on his rod as he crawled over to the couple. He got behind the woman, stuck his cock between the cheeks of her bare ass, then began jacking off quickly.
"Suck me, bitch!" Ringo gasped. "Suck it off! Aaarrrgh!"
The woman sucked harder, wanting to get it over with. She knew he couldn't hold out too long. Grabbing his balls, she began milking them down, trying to force his juices up and out. In a matter of seconds, she could feel his sperm course up his thick shaft, then it was pouring out into her mouth, jetting against her tonsils and flowing down her throat.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" he cried out. "UNG UNGH! UNGH!"
She was still forcing the warm liquid down her gullet when she felt Zippy's cream spurt into the crack of her ass. He reached around her to take hold of both titties, which he squeezed tightly as he blew off for the second time.
When she had licked Ringo's jerking dick clean, she brushed Zippy's hands away and stood up, shaking from fear and disgust. Dinky had opened the door, and was glancing furtively into the inky darkness outside.
"You guys through?" he rasped. "Let's get the hell outta here. We been here too long already."
Ringo leered at the woman as he stuffed his wilting prick back into his pants. "You better keep your mouth shut about this, Lady! You tell anybody, and you'll be sorry as hell."
"That's right, whore," Dinky said from the doorway. "We'll make damn sure you regret it, if you spill about this."
Tears were again flowing down her cheeks as she nodded silently, bending over to pick up her things from the dirty floor.
"We'll leave your car right out front, where we parked it," Dinky said. "Thanks for the fuck and the suck. Wish we could stick around for some more."
The three boys laughed loudly, then filed out into the dark night, closing the door behind them. The woman began dressing, spitting grimacingly into the corner as she slipped into her once clean clothes.
* * *
Carol Collins drove her expensive new convertible home through back streets and residential avenues. She wanted to take no chances of seeing anyone she knew. She felt filthy, both inside and out. Her eyes were puffy, and her cheeks stained from her runny eye makeup.
What had started out as a lovely evening with the city's newly formed art committee had turned into nothing short of disaster. If she had just remembered to take some change with her so she could park close to the auditorium, it would never have happened. But late at night, on a practically deserted street, she had been accosted and forced to drive to that disgusting shanty.
The boys had caught her completely unaware. She had seen them walking down the sidewalk, but paid them no heed as they seemed to be very young boys on their way home. But when she had unlocked the car door, the one called Dinky had come up behind her and forced her in at knife-point.
And then...! It had been a nightmare!
Pulling into her wide driveway, she deftly steered the car to the back of the house, parking it in a turn-around area near the rear porch. She got out, still trembling, and hurried into the security of her large, well-furnished home.
Passing through the house on the way to her bedroom, she turned every light on within reach, hoping the brilliance would in some way alleviate her fears.
In the bath just off her bedroom, she quickly stripped all her clothes off, throwing them into the waste basket instead of the dirty clothes hamper. She never wanted those things to touch her body again.
After brushing her teeth several times longer than usual, she rinsed her mouth with gargle, then douched four times before getting into the shower under scalding hot water.
An hour after her arrival, she stepped to her closet, took out a brightly colored robe, then went into the kitchen to mix herself a stiff drink. She carried that into the living room, turning on the TV for company, then sat down to determine what her next move would be.
Her first thought was to call the police, but then dismissed the idea. If she reported it, it would be all over town with the morning papers. And she would never be able to face her friends and neighbors if it got out.
by the time she had finished the drink and three cigarettes, no solution seemed appropriate. For her own benefit, it would be better to just keep quiet about the entire matter, and try to forget it ever happened.
If she could only be sure she would never see the boys again, it wouldn't be so bad. But the city wasn't very big, and the chances of bumping into them while shopping or going downtown were greater than she cared for.
As she fixed another highball, she wished fervently that her married lover were there. Dale would know what to do. Even though she only saw him for two days every other week, when he came to town on business, she relied on him for many things. And a good shoulder to cry on was one of them.
It was very late when she finally decided to try to get some sleep. She climbed into bed nude, as usual, then lay there in the darkness thinking about the events of the evening.
She had to admit that those boys had nice cocks. When Dinky had slid his tool into her, for some unaccountable reason she had compared its size to Dale's. And it was bigger!
And Ringo's prick! God, it tasted good! Dale would never let her suck his. He said it was unnatural. But many times she had felt the urge to slip her mouth over his dong and make him cum.
She had sucked other men, including her last husband until he had divorced her, but never told Dale about it. He would have been shocked.
As she remembered what had happened at the shanty, she felt her loins tingle, and the fluid in her tube began to flow.
"It really wasn't so bad," she murmured to herself. "Anyway, that little kid made me cum faster than I ever have before. And it didn't hurt."
She remembered what a girl friend had told her one time. That if she was ever raped, she would just lay back and enjoy it. There was no sense in getting hurt over a fuck. And the more Carol thought about it, the more reasonable it sounded.
Thinking about Ringo's dick in her mouth, and little Zippy creaming her ass with his juice, she felt the warmth surging in her belly. Slipping a hand down to her crotch, she carefully spread the lips of her twat and inserted two fingers into her hot hole.
"Uuuummmmmm!" she moaned. "Uuuummmmm!"
Within a short time her back was arching and she quivered as the spasms of orgasm wracked her lush body. Her fingers were still in her cunt as she smilingly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
She was still in bed the next morning when the sound of the door chimes awakened her. She slipped her robe on, ran a brush through her hair, then went to answer it.
"Hi, Mrs. Collins. I'm ready to start on your yard."
The tow-headed boy was grinning disarmingly. The son of Carol's neighbor, he had been taking care of her lawn for over a year. He was only twelve, but a very hard worker and dependable.
"Well, good morning, Tommy," Carol smiled at him. "Gosh, I forgot all about your coming this morning. But that's alright. I'll have to put the car in the garage, first. Just a minute."
She closed the door, got the car keys from her purse, then went back. Tommy had circled the house and was standing by the porch steps when she emerged. Carol patted him on the shoulder, then opened the car door and started sliding in.
When she sat down, her housecoat fell open, and the boy saw her hairy bush as she stretched a leg to enter. Carol felt it open, and glanced at the boy, embarrassment tinting her face. As she covered herself up and closed the door, she could see the front of his pants jerk, then quickly averted her eyes.
Backing up, she pulled the car into the big garage and got out. On her way back to the house, she studiously avoided looking at Tommy, knowing that he would be as upset as she at his brief peek.
As she dressed, she could hear the roar of the power mower running across the back yard. She took time with her makeup, then fixed a light breakfast. Sitting at the dining room table, she looked out and watched Tommy cut clean swathes across the lawn.
He had his shirt off, and the muscles in his young body rippled as he pushed the heavy machine back and forth. His jeans were very tight, and the bulge in his pelvis was extremely noticeable.
Carol found herself wondering idly how big his prick was, and if he had a lot of hair on his cock and balls. She tried to push the thoughts from her mind, but each time he passed her field of view, her eyes were locked on the mound in his pants.
"And he's clean, too," she muttered to herself. "Not like those other little hoodlums. I'll bet he washes his cock off every day. And he also brushes his teeth."
Tommy had stopped. He looked cautiously around, then put a hand on his pecker and balls and scratched them. Without knowing why, that simple action excited her terribly. She wondered what it would be like to have him mount her. He wouldn't know what to do, but she could show him.
"Stop it, Carol!" she said angrily to herself.
"You can't be thinking things like that."
She got up quickly and cleared the table. After rinsing off the dishes, she put them in the automatic washer and started to clean the house, which she kept immaculate. Dale was a stickler for cleanliness. And even though he wasn't the best thing in bed, he was all she had at the moment.
Carol hadn't noticed the mower stop nearly an hour later, but when there was a knock at the back door, she listened and knew Tommy had finished. She picked up her purse on the way to the door.
"All done?" she said gaily.
"Uh huh. Doesn't take long when you keep after it." He was perspiring heavily from the hot sun.
"That's right," she agreed. She took a billfold from the purse, then set the bag on the counter. She counted out the bills and handed them to him, but at the same time lost her hold on the billfold.
It started to fall between them. Tommy reached out quickly to snare it but missed, and his hand brushed Carol's full bosom. The boy's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide as he realized what he had done.
"That's alright," Carol said quickly. "I know you didn't mean to."
His face was flushed as she bent down to retrieve the wallet. Raising up, she smiled at the boy and winked. "It didn't hurt, honey. Really."
She glanced at his sweat-dampened chest and down to the bulge that was only inches away. Electric-type shock spread through her groin as she casually turned to replace the billfold in her purse. Then she swung back to the boy.
"You look awfully hot, dear. Why don't you come in and have a nice, cold drink?" Her nipples tingled as she waited for him to reply.
"No thanks, ma'am. I'd better be getting home. Thanks just the same." He stuck the money in his pocket. "I'll see you in two weeks, huh?"
"That's right," Carol nodded, disappointed that he wouldn't come in, but reluctant to press the issue. "Two weeks."
"Okay. 'Bye." He turned and stepped off the porch, picked up his shirt, then waved as he rounded the corner of the house.
Carol shut the door regretfully. She wasn't sure just what she would have done if he had come in. But her desire for the boy had become almost unbearable. Even the knowledge that Dale would be there in two days, on Monday, didn't calm the urge that was making her twat ache.
She went into her bedroom, laid down on the bed, then pulled her panties off. Spreading her thighs, she slid her fingers down to her snatch and began massaging it, teasing her clit tenderly.
"Ohhh, Tommy," she groaned, inserting two fingers into her hot cunt. "If only you had come in. I would have shown you such wonderful things to do with your cock."
Her hand started pumping quickly as she pounded herself into orgasm, moaning softly.
CHAPTER TWO
The remainder of the day, Carol completed the art committee work that had been assigned her by the chairman the evening before. People had to be called, lists had to be made, and even though it was time consuming, she was grateful for the chore as it took her mind off the boys and sex.
It was past seven by the time she was finished. She fixed a quick supper, then relaxed in front of the TV, trying to keep her attention on the programs. Saturday nights were always the worst. Being alone had a few compensations, but she felt slightly depressed each week-end with nothing really to do.
Consequently, when the phone rang, she answered it happily.
"Carol? This is Cecily. I've been trying to get you all afternoon, but your line was busy. What did you do to rate being so popular all of a sudden?"
Cecily was an old friend; perhaps the closest Carol had. In their single days they had shared an apartment for a while, and knew each other so well they were almost like sisters. Cecily's marriage had taken, unlike Carol's, and she was very happy with her home life. She had one son, whom she adored to the point of doting.
"Oh, no," Carol laughed. "It isn't that at all. I had some calls to make for my new committee. What's so important, anyway?"
"I need a favor, dear. Not a big one, though. Harold and I have to go to a big shindig his company is throwing tonight. And I can't possibly get a baby sitter for Donny. Could you help me out? I'm desperate."
"Why, of course," Carol replied. "Want me to come over now?"
"Well, that's a problem. Harold invited everyone here after the party. And it's quite a mob. I wonder if Harold could spend the night there? That way we wouldn't have to worry about waking him up."
"I don't see why not. You know I never go out on Saturdays. Do you want me to pick him up?"
"No, no. I'll have Harold drop him off. I'll send his things with him, too. And you don't have to feed him. Carol, I really appreciate this. I owe you one, now."
"Don't be silly," Carol said. "Anytime would be just fine."
"Thanks. Got to rush, now. My hair still isn't done."
When Carol hung up, she was smiling. At least she would have company. Donny was a bright young boy of twelve. They had sent him to a special school when they found out how smart he was, and he still stood at the head of his class.
Though she hadn't seen him for several months, Carol remembered him as a very studious arid polite child who still managed to enjoy the normal things that children do.
It was almost eight-thirty when the door chimes rang. But the boy who was standing on the porch when she opened the door was a complete stranger to Carol. He was almost as tall as she, with dark hair and deep blue eyes enlarged by glasses. He was carrying a canvas flight bag, smiling affectionately.
"I'm Donny," he said. "Mom said you'd put me up for the night."
"Of course, Donny," Carol replied, taken aback. "Come on in. I hardly recognized you."
He followed her into the living room, where she turned to get a better look at the boy. He was much better looking than she remembered. Carol smiled, and indicated a chair.
"I don't know why Mom had me do this," he said, sitting down. "Pm old enough to look after myself. But you know how mothers are."
"Yes, I guess I do. Could I get you something? A pop or anything?"
"Please." When she returned and handed him a bottle of soda, he asked, "Where do I sleep?"
"There's three bedrooms upstairs. Take your pick. They're all ready. But you don't have to go to bed yet. As long as you're out, you might as well make the most of it."
"Thanks. I usually try to get to bed by ten. I'm going on the track team next year, and I'm trying to get in shape."
Carol swirled the ice cubes in her highball, staring at the boy. His eyes were on the TV so he didn't notice. Without consciously doing it, she found her gaze fixed on his pelvis. Though he was wearing slacks and there was no bulge, she let her imagination run wild, guessing at what his tool would look like.
They engaged in conversation for a while, about his family and school, then Carol fixed herself another drink, setting the glass on the table by her chair when she returned.
"Why don't we get comfortable?" she asked.
"You can put on your pajamas if you'd like. I'm going to get into my night things."
"Oh, I ... I don't have to do that," he stammered. "I ... I think I'll just wait 'til I go upstairs."
"Don't be silly," Carol smiled. "You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me. I'm old enough to be your mother. Go on now. Take your things up and change."
Donny looked at her uncertainly, then stood up, picked up his bag, and went to the stairway. He hesitated at the first step, then went on up.
Carol hurried into her ground floor bedroom. She quickly stripped her clothes off, then dabbed perfume in all the more strategic points of her body, including the hair surrounding her cunt.
Going to her closet, she glanced through her sheerest negligees, finally selecting a bright red one that was Dale's favorite. She slipped it on, then admired herself in the mirror.
The dark circles of her nipples showed through the filmy material, as did the dark triangle of hair covering her pelvis. The top of the gown was cut low, and the creamy beginnings of her conical titties were in full view. Dale got a hard-on every time he saw her in it, and she was sure it would affect Donny the same way. She was grinning broadly as she went back down the hall to the front room.
Donny had already returned and was seated, watching a gun battle western on TV. He glanced up as she entered the room, then did a double take. Carol was passing in front of a lit table lamp, and he could see her entire body through the gauzy nightgown.
"Good show?" Carol asked softly, sitting down. His mouth was hanging open as she waited for a reply.
"Uh huh," he finally gasped. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Well, you'd better watch it then, hadn't you?" she teased.
He was dressed in pajamas with a bold print, and bedroom slippers. As he tried to tear his gaze from her, she noticed a mound forming between his legs, the cloth fluttering as his rod began to rise.
Nodding silently, the boy turned his head to the TV, at the same time moving his hands to cover the rapidly expanding bulge on his groin.
Carol lit a cigarette and sipped her drink, thinking of a way to get him bothered. She wanted to see his prick. Though she was nervous about playing with the son of her best friend, the urge was almost overpowering. She reasoned that it wouldn't do any harm to just see it. After all, if she didn't let him fuck her or anything....
"Donny?" She said in almost a whisper. "Would you do a favor for me?"
He turned to look at her, studiously keeping his eyes on her face. He was flushed, and obviously uncomfortable. The big blue eyes were glazed.
"Sure," he rasped. "What?"
"It's my legs," she lied. "I've been on my feet so much the last few days, they hurt. Especially my thighs. Would you mind rubbing them for me? I'd really appreciate it."
"I ... I...!" he stuttered.
"Please?" she cooed. "It would really make them feel better."
"I ... I can't," he almost whimpered.
"Why not, dear?"
"I...! My...! I can't stand up."
Carol fought to keep from smiling. "Why not? Are you afraid to touch me or something?"
"It's not ... that. I...! Oh, God! Don't ask me to."
"Come here, honey," she said firmly. "C'mon."
The boy stood up slowly, his hands still covering his crotch. He inched toward her, his face a beet red. When he was standing by the arm of her chair, Carol reached over and gently moved his hands away. His stiff cock was pushing his pajamas out like a pole.
"Oh, dear," she murmured. "How did that happen? Oh, that's too bad, honey. But it's alright. I've seen them before. Please don't be upset. No one will ever know."
"Ohhhh," he groaned in agony. "Jesus, Mrs. Collins! You shouldn't see me like that!"
"Call me Carol, dear. Really, it's okay. We won't say a thing to anybody. It'll be our secret."
She wanted to open his fly and pull it out, but she knew it would frighten him even more. She wanted to feel it, hold it, and caress it, but she would have to take it easy.
"Will you rub my legs, now?" she said softly. "Please?"
He was shaking, but he nodded. Kneeling down by her bare feet, he gingerly placed his hands on her legs, over the material. He couldn't help but see the hairy bush where her legs came together, and he swallowed hard several times.
"Honey, not like that. Here."
Carol pulled her negligee up until it was just across her hips. Her legs were exposed to the boy all the way up to her crotch, and the black, curly hair was out in the open.
"Ooooohhhh," he moaned. "Ohhhhh!"
"Go ahead, dear," she whispered. "Just rub them nicely."
She leaned back in the chair as his hands gently moved up and down her thighs, the fingers trembling. His breath was coming in short pants as she edged her legs apart, giving him a view of the pink gash that was dilating and moistening.
"Do you like to do that?" she asked. "Are my legs soft?"
Donny made a guttural sound in his throat and nodded. His cock was throbbing violently, the tip rubbing against his pajamas. He had seen pictures of women before, but never a real pussy. It was right in front of his face! Inches from his hands! What was she trying to do to him?
"Maybe I'd better take this off before it gets wrinkled," she said. "Stand up a minute."
The boy moved back and got to his feet. When he did so, his shaft slipped out between the snaps of his pajamas, the thick, throbbing dong shiny in the lamp light.
"Oh, my God!" he gasped, frantically trying to get it back under the cloth.
"Never mind, dear," Carol said quickly. "Leave it out. I'm going to let you look at me, and I want to see you. Okay?"
She pulled his fumbling hands away from his prick and stared at it. Light brown downy hair covered it up to the tip. The gleaming foreskin was pulled back from the very end, and the swollen purple head was peeking through, a drop of liquid oozing from the opening.
"Ohhhh, Donny! That's a nice one. You're really a big man, aren't you? Uuummmmm! I'll bet all the girls are after you, aren't they?"
"Please," he whimpered. "Don't! I...! Oh, please!"
"Just stand there," she said. Getting up, Carol pulled the negligee off over her head then stood in front of the boy, her bare nipples brushing against his chest. She put her arms around his waist and pulled him closer until his hard cock was pressing tightly against her belly.
"Ohhh, Donny," she crooned. "Doesn't that feel good? I like to have you against me like this. Uuuummmmm!"
The young man was quivering. His legs were shaking so badly they were hitting against hers. His prick was jerking between them, the hair around her pussy rubbing against it.
"Have you ever fucked a girl?" she asked huskily. Even though she knew she was laying herself open for trouble, she just couldn't stop. She had to get him ready. She wanted a fuck!
"Something's going to happen!" he cried. "If you don't stop, something's going to happen!"
"I know, dear," she said quickly. She knew he wouldn't be able to hold his cum much longer.
Releasing him, she sat down again, then pulled him toward her until his prong was almost touching her face. She was also trembling now, unable to stop what she had started. Grabbing his rod in her hand, she opened her mouth and slid her lips over his shaft.
Her mouth had barely covered the end of his cock when it exploded. Liquid spewed out in great gushers, filling her mouth and running down her throat. The boy sobbed tearfully as his cream flowed, but he didn't back away. He couldn't.
Carol swallowed greedily, then when he was through, licked his dong all over, cleaning it off. She leaned back finally, the boy's body still quivering and shaking, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Why did you do that?" he said between sobs. "Why?"
"Because I wanted to, dear," she said comfortingly. "I like you very much. Don't you like me?"
"Yeah, but...! Jesus! What if...? You shouldn't have done that! I ... I couldn't help it! I couldn't stop!"
"I know, honey. I know. It's alright. Really." She stood up again, took his arm, and led him to the middle of the room. He stood motionless as she unbuttoned his top and took it off, then his bottoms. When he was completely naked, she got down on the rug on her back and spread her legs.
"Lay down on top of me, Donny. I want to show you how to really have fun with a girl." She held her arms out to him.
Donny rubbed his sweaty palms against his thighs, staring down at the lush female body. His prick was stiff and pulsing as he let his eyes rove over her titties, then down to her hairy snatch where the pink folds of her gash were laying open.
He was no longer crying when he knelt down between her outstretched legs. Bending forward on his hands, he eased himself down until his chest was pressing her titties flat and his shaft was pressing against her cunt.
"There we are," she murmured. "Now raise up a bit so I can put it in. That's it. Ohhhhh!"
Her hole was so dilated his rod slipped in easily. Putting both hands on his asscheeks, she pulled him down and forward, stuffing her twat full of his hot prick.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" he moaned. "Uuuuuunnnnnggghhhhh!"
"Lay still a minute," she whispered. "Get used to it and let it soak. Then we'll do it."
"That's my baby," she cooed. "That's my sweet baby."
She waited until he had stopped trembling from the first entry, then placed her feet firmly on the floor and began to pump upwards to him very gently. She wanted to make it last. Putting her arms around him, she held his face close to her cheek as she slowly picked up speed, swirling her cunt as she hunched.
"Caaaarrrroooollll!" he gasped, "ohhhh, Caaairrooolll!"
"Easy does it," she murmured softly. "Easy. That's it."
"Uuuunnnggghhh," he moaned. "Uuunnngghhhh!"
"Now start pumping, honey. That's the guy. Uuuummmm!"
Donny lifted his ass, then slid his dick back in. It was the most wonderful feeling he had ever experienced. He could feel her bush against his pelvis, and his balls were hitting against her ass.
"Faster now," she urged. "A little faster. Uuummmmm!"
The boy obeyed, increasing the tempo until he was pounding his shaft into her. He could feel her womb banging the tip of his prong as he slammed it home, and the touching sent tingles into his balls.
"Carol ... I'm ... going ... toooooo!"
"Wait! Hold it! Wait! Uuunnnggghhh! Hold it, baby! Wait for me! Fuck me, Donny! Fuuuuuck meeee! Uuuunnggghh! Harder! Fuck me! Oooohhhh! Aaaarrrggghhhh!"
"Whhhuffff! UNGH! UNGH! I'M DOING IT! OOOOHHHHH!"
The couple writhed and twisted on the rug as they both hit their peak, climax and orgasm wracking their bodies. They grunted and gasped as the tremors passed through them, then they lay still, breathing heavily.
"Oooohhh, Donny," Carol moaned. "That was wonderful."
"Uh huh." He began getting up. When he was hunkered back, he stared down at the gaping hole between her legs that was oozing white liquid onto the rug. His cock began jerking again.
"Upsy daisy," Carol laughed, rolling over and getting to her feet. "Shall we have something cold to drink now? That was a lot of exercise."
Donny nodded and rose. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. He glanced at his pajamas on the floor, but when she made no effort to dress before going to the kitchen, he went back to his chair and sat down.
"There we go," Carol said, handing him a pop. She bent down to kiss him on the forehead, then crossed and sank into her chair.
"Carol, I, ahh...! I think...! That is...!"
"I understand, dear. You're worried because you don't think we should have done that. Right?"
"Uh huh. I mean, not with...."
"Not with me? An old woman?"
"Awww, I didn't mean that. But, you and Mom...! Well...?"
"It's alright, Donny. She doesn't have to know a thing. If we don't tell her, she won't know. Right?" She paused to let that sink in. "Now, haven't you ever fucked a girl, Donny? I mean honestly?"
"I wish you wouldn't say that word. It doesn't sound nice. I, ahhh. No, I haven't." He stared at the floor. "I've never, ahhh, had the chance. But I didn't think that ladies would ever do ... that with boys. Especially not you."
"Donny, when you get older you'll find out that everyone has to have it. With somebody. I liked it. And I know you did. Now don't worry about it anymore. Let's just have fun."
She talked to him calmly for another hour until he seemed to be at ease. She was playing with fire and knew it. Anything she could do or say to convince him it was alright would help her be sure he wouldn't say anything about it. Especially to Cecily.
"Let's go to bed," she said casually after a while. "You can sleep with me in my bed. We can have our fun where it's a little more comfortable."
The boy nodded eagerly, helped her turn off the lights, then followed her into her bedroom. When they were on the bed in the darkness, his courage returned and twice more that night he felt the soothing tissues of her cunt envelop his probing shaft.
* * *
The following morning, when Carol woke up to see Donny in bed next to her still asleep, she was conscience stricken. She leaped out of bed, grabbed a robe, then hurried from the room, afraid to look at the boy any longer.
She made a pot of coffee with shaking hands, but she knew that wouldn't calm her down. She poured a tumbler full of rich bourbon and downed half of it in one swallow.
"What have I done?" she moaned after gagging on the fiery liquid. "What in the world have I done?"
More miserable than ever before in her life, she slumped down at the dining room table and put her head in her hands.
"Of all people," she wailed softly. "Her son! My best friend's little boy! Ohhhh, God!"
She finished the whiskey, and by the time the coffee was ready, it had taken its desired affect. Though she was still upset, she felt she could at least face Cecily. At least long enough to get Donny out of there.
After two cups of coffee, she went to her bedroom and shook the boy awake. He opened his eyes slowly, then grinned when he saw her bending over him. He reached up to put his arms around her, but she stepped back quickly.
"No more of that," she said sternly. "Now get up and get dressed. Your mother will be here pretty soon."
"Wha ... what did I do?" he asked, a startled expression on his face. "What's the matter?"
He threw back the covers and swung to the edge of the bed. He had a hard-on, and his shaft gleamed with the juices of her twat. Carol sucked in her breath quickly, then averted her eyes from his tool.
"Nothing's wrong," she said. "Just get dressed. And please hurry."
Leaving the room, she went back to the dining room and poured another cut of coffee, this time lacing it with bourbon. Something was wrong with her! She knew it! The mere sight of his cock had almost made her change her mind. She had wanted to go back to bed and fuck the kid to death!
It wasn't long before Donny came down the stairs, fully dressed and carrying his bag. He set it by the door, then came into the dining room, and sat down.
"Do you want some breakfast?" Carol asked, not looking at him.
"No. I'll get something at home." He hesitated. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong? I mean, Jeez! After last night, I thought we were...."
"Forget about last night," she interrupted him. "Please, Donny. Just forget it. It never should have happened. But for God's sake, don't ever tell anyone about it. I beg of you."
"I won't," he mumbled. "It's just that...! Oh, nothing."
Carol was thankful that Cecily didn't come in when she picked up her son. She merely honked at the curb. Donny looked at Carol sadly, then went out to get in the car. Carol waved, then slammed the door quickly.
With the threat of having to face her friend gone, Carol went directly to the kitchen and made herself a strong highball. She went into the living room and sagged down on the couch, the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes.
And when her gaze dropped to the wet spot on the rug where little Donny's cum had run out of her pussy, she began to sob.
CHAPTER THREE
Carol spent the remainder of Sunday getting as drunk as she could possibly get, but it didn't help. Monday morning she woke up with a hangover that even several remedies couldn't cure.
She was still trying to get organized when Dale called. He lived sixty miles away, coming to town every two weeks to balance the books of a subsidiary company on the outskirts. He always arrived in town around nine, spent most of the day working, then came to Carol's for dinner and the night.
"What's the matter?" he asked when she answered. "You don't sound like yourself."
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired. What time will you be here?"
"I should finish up early, Hon. I'll be there around four or so. What's for dinner?"
"How about steak and salad?" She didn't want to go to all the trouble of making a big meal today. Not the way she felt.
"Fine. See you then."
The rest of the day was spent cleaning the house and getting herself ready. Dale prided himself in being immaculate, and he expected everyone else to be the same. Especially the woman he was shacking up with.
She chuckled sardonically to herself as she remembered one time when she had forgotten to shave her legs. He had raved for an hour, then gone to a hotel for the rest of his stay in town.
The main reason she put up with him was because he paid half of the mortgage payment on the house. He had made the offer in a very business-like manner when he told her he wanted to live with her when he came to town.
"it's only fair and reasonable," he had said. "Besides, my expense account for four days a month covers it nicely."
He had a wife and three young children, and refused to go to a whore house or pick up a girl in a bar. He was too fastidious for that. But a recent divorcee he had met through mutual friends was another matter. He wasn't moral, but he was clean.
It was four-thirty when he walked through the door. Carol had martinis mixed and was waiting in the living room. He kissed her lightly, then poured drinks for them both before sitting down.
"Well, what's new, honey?" he asked. "Been keeping out of mischief?"
Carol had decided during the day not to mention either the rape or the episode with Donny. She didn't know how he would take it, and the last thing she wanted was an argument. So she shook her head and smiled.
"Nothing. How about you?"
He spent a few minutes telling her about business, then got up. "I'm going to take a shower. Want to join me?"
She nodded and stood. It was a standard ritual, and it pleased him so she put up with it. They went down the hall to her bedroom where they stopped in the center of the room. Dale gave her a long, passionate kiss, then moved back.
Carol then proceeded to undress him slowly and carefully, hanging or draping each piece as she took it off. His prick throbbed during the process, jerking even harder when she knelt in front of him to pull his shorts, shoes and socks off.
When he was stark naked, she opened a drawer in the dresser and took out a jar of thick cream. After skinning his cock back, she applied the lotion to the entire length of his pulsing rod, putting an extra dab on the tip.
After that was accomplished, she went to the bed. Pulling her skirt up, she slid her panties down to her knees, then bent over, both hands on the bed. She spread her legs and waited.
Dale stepped up behind her and put his hands on her waist. Then, using his ass to guide his dong, he let it slide up and down the dark crack of her ass until it was slippery with the cream.
Reaching down, he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pointed the head of his dick at her asshole. He pressed against it slowly, letting his tool slide into her canal easily. When it was buried, he put his hands back on her waist and shoved hard.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" she groaned. "Uuuunnnggghhhh!"
"Christ!" he gasped. "What an ass! Aaaarrrggghhh! Ufff! Goddamn, that feels good! Uuunnngghhh! Whhhhhufffff!"
"Stick it in all the way!" she said. "All the way! Ohhhh, Dale! Uuuummmffff! Oooohhhhh!"
He began hunching and pumping his shaft, and she helped by swirling her ass around in a circle. She looked back between her legs and could see his sack of balls swinging back and forth as he pumped his tool to her.
"Uuuunnnggghhhh! Carol! Aaaarrrggghhh! Your ass is so tight! Uuuummmmffff! Swing it, honey! Uuuunnnggghhhh!"
Carol undulated her hips faster, moving around on his dick as it plunged deep into her intestines. Dale bent over her and took a tittie in each hand, squeezing her bra-encased boobs as he pounded her ass.
"Uuuunnnggghhhh! Carol! I'm going to cum! Uuummmffff!"
"DO IT, BABY!" she shouted. "DO IT! UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!"
She felt his warm fluid surge into her canal. He stopped his motion to let it spurt out while he gasped over her back. Then he stood up and pulled his rod out, his juice dripping on the floor from her hole as he extracted it.
"God, that was good," he breathed. "You know, I've always wanted to do that on the street or in an office. Just walk up behind a girl, pull her dress up and her panties down and stick it up her ass."
"Yes, I know, dear," she said, turning. "You've told me that many times."
He kissed her again, then helped her take her clothes off. Then, after patting her on the ass, he went to turn the shower on. She followed him in.
They soaped each other off, took turns under the water to rinse, then got out and toweled the other until they were dry. Carol had asked several times about fucking in the shower, but Dale had refused. He said there was too much danger of having an accident, and he didn't want to get hurt in her tub. There would be no way to explain it.
Carol helped him into the robe he kept there, donned one herself, then they went back to their drinks. She mixed another pitcher of martinis, and by the time they had finished their dinner, complete with brandy, she was getting tight again.
"Dale?" she asked when they were back in the living room. "Why won't you let me suck your cock? It isn't so bad, you know."
"Please, dear," he said. "We've talked about that before."
"Then would you eat my pussy? Just once? I'd like it."
Dale made a disgusted sound with his mouth. "For God's sake, Carol! What for? Don't you get enough excitement out of regular fucking? Do you have to want those weird things?"
"Well, you like to stick your prick in my ass, don't you?"
"That's different, Carol, and you know it. Now fuck you out here."
Carol got up a little unsteadily and went to her room. When she returned, she was wearing a black shorty nightgown with no panties.
"The red one's dirty," she said.
"After two weeks?" Dale asked, surprised. "You mean you haven't washed for two weeks?"
"No. I washed it, but it got wrinkled up again." She sank down into her chair, reaching for her drink with some difficulty.
"Alright," Dale snorted. "Who was it? Who have you been fucking behind my back?"
"What right have you got to ask that?" she retorted. "You go home and fuck your wife all the time."
"That's not the same thing. Who was it?" His face was getting red as he glared at her.
"Oh, it wasn't anybody, Dale. For God's sake. Now stop acting like a jealous husband. I wore it one night when it was cold. That's all."
"Alright. Alright." He sipped his drink silently for a while, then said, "I'd like to do something different tonight. What shall we do?"
Carol looked at him quizzically, then glanced around the room. She wanted something different, too. But what? Her gaze stopped at the dining room table, and she smiled. She got up, walked to the table, then dropped her shorty on the floor. She stepped onto a chair, then laid down on the table on her back.
"C'mon, honey," she giggled. "You can have a little dessert at the table."
Dale had followed her with his eyes, and when she climbed up, a grin split his face. That was why he liked to fuck this woman. She liked it any way she could get it. Not like his wife, who would do it no other way than on her back in bed.
He got up quickly and strode over to the table. Stripping off his robe, he grabbed her by the legs, holding them on each side of him as he pulled her to the edge. When her gash was just hanging over, she wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled at him.
"Cram it to me, you lovely fucker," she said. "Stick that big ole prick in me and fuck that cunny 'til I scream."
Dale moved his feet to balance himself, then reached down to guide his thick shaft into her hole. When he had the tip in, he reached out to take a tittie in each hand, then he lunged forward, thrusting his tool into her belly until his balls hit against her ass.
"Dale! U u u u unnnggghhh ! Dale! Ooooohhhhhh!"
Carol lifted her legs into the air as the hot staff slid inside her.
"Uuummmfff! Ummmmmfff! Uuummmmffff!" He was grunting as he pounded his dick home, his back arched and his hand kneading Carol's huge titties.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed. "FUCK ME! FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!"
Dale hunched faster, throwing his hips at her pelvis as he slammed his rod to her. The slurping and sucking sound of fucking filled the room as they gasped and wheezed.
"NOW! NOW! DALE! DAAAAAALLLLLLLE! UUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"WHHHHUUUFFF! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
His juice slammed against her womb as she jerked and writhed on the table, her orgasm in complete control of her body. The tendons stood out in his neck as he felt his sperm gush from the end of his dick.
Then Carol dropped her legs abruptly, letting them hang over the edge of the table. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she tried to recover.
Dale backed out of her cunt, his long, heavy dong slithering from her hole like a snake. He released his grip on her tits, turned, and reeled back to his chair, groggily. Carol sat up slowly, remaining seated on the table, cum dripping from her wet hole.
"Jesus!" she moaned. "That wasn't half bad. We'll have to try that again."
Dale nodded, but made no comment. He was exhausted. He sighed heavily, took a drink from his glass, then lit a cigarette. Sometimes she was just too much for him. Not like his wife, who was like fucking a wet sponge.
Carol slid off the table and reached for her nightie. She picked up Dale's robe at the same time and tossed it to him. After slipping her top on, she staggered down the hall to the bath. Dale insisted on a douche after every fuck, and she wanted to please him, even though she didn't feel like doing it.
In bed that night, even more tipsy than before, Carol tried to make him let her suck him, but his answer was always the same. So to get even, she laid very still both times he mounted her, giving him no help at all. Unfortunately, he was too drunk to notice.
* * *
For the next two weeks, Carol kept herself as busy as possible with work for the art committee, altering dresses and general housecleaning. Anything to keep her mind off the rape episode and the unforgivable activity with Donny.
Though she still found herself thinking about the boys from time to time, she consciously blocked the thoughts, diving into yet another task to keep her occupied.
Then the Saturday morning came for Tommy to cut the lawn.
She was just finishing up in the kitchen, still in her robe, when he knocked at the back door. Carol had forgotten again about the lawn and assumed it was the milkman. When she opened the door, she was at first surprised, then pleased that it was Tommy.
"Good morning, young man," she greeted him brightly. "I see you're right on time as usual."
"Yes, ma'am," the boy grinned. "Shall I start right away?"
"Yes, dear. And I'd like to have you weed the flower beds today, too. I haven't had a chance to get to them."
"Okay." He turned away from the door and headed for the garage and the mower, taking his shirt off.
Carol went back to her chores, forcing herself to stay away from the windows. She heard the mower start and smiled happily to herself, satisfied that her urges were under complete control.
She was dusting the highly polished tables in the living room, humming to herself, when she heard a banging sound from the back yard, then a cry of pain.
Dropping the rag and polish, she rushed to the back door and ran out onto the porch. The mower was headed into the side of the garage, and Tommy was lying on the ground behind it, writhing in agony.
Carol hurried to him, noticing that he was gripping his left leg high on the thigh, grimacing, with tears running down his face.
"What happened?" she asked breathlessly, bending over to see if he was injured badly.
"Something ... I hit something with the...! Ohhhhhh!"
Lying on the ground beside him was one of her heavy metal curlers. The kind with the brush built in. It was twisted badly. When she reached over to shut the mower off, she saw a dent in the siding on the garage. The curler must have caromed off the side and hit Tommy's leg.
"C'mon, honey," she said. "Let's get you in the house. I want to take a look at that."
When she helped him to his feet his hands dropped away from his leg and she could see that the jeans weren't torn, so he didn't have a cut at least. He gasped with pain as she half carried him into the house and to the couch where she carefully laid him down.
He didn't protest when she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled the jeans down almost to his knees. There was an angry welt on his leg two inches below his crotch.
"Oh, honey," she murmured soothingly. "That's too bad. I'm so sorry it happened. It must have fallen out of the wastebasket yesterday when I took it out. Wait a minute. I'll get something for it."
Carol hurried in to her medicine cabinet and took out a tube of healing salve. When she returned, Tommy hadn't moved but his face still showed the marks of pain.
She took off his shoes gently, then slid his jean off. He didn't seem to care that he was exposed. He was hurting too much. Bending over him, she gently applied the soothing cream to the raw welt, touching the sore area tenderly.
"Oh, Tommy, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. I should have seen it fall." She finished applying the lotion, then she knelt next to the couch, running her hand over his brow. "Does that feel any better?"
Tommy turned his head to look at her, and it was obvious the pain had subsided somewhat. "Yeah, it's not so bad now."
"Good. I'm so glad. You'd better lay there for a while, until you're sure it's alright. I'll be right back."
She stood up and went back to her bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. She bent down over the boy and wiped his face clean of the tear-stained dirt. As she washed down his face and over his chin, his eyes went to her opened housecoat. Her titties were practically in full view.
Carol didn't notice at first, in her concern for the boy. Then she saw the direction of his gaze. It immediately occurred to her that her titties might take his mind off his leg, so she dropped the cloth on the floor and continued to bend over him.
"Are you sure it feels better?" she said softly.
"Uh huh." He glanced up at her face briefly, but his eyes returned to the open robe and her large, conical tits.
"Can I get you something? A pop? Or a glass of water?"
She consciously moved her arms again to open the top of her housecoat even more. She didn't want to look down to see how much was showing, but from the expression on his face, it was more than enough.
"No thank you," he muttered. "I ... I'm okay."
Carol rose up, intentionally brushing the tie on her sash so that the robe fell open just a bit. The cloth hadn't yet separated before Tommy's eyes were fixed on where he knew her cunt would be. When the housecoat opened, he saw her dark hair covered snatch and he sucked in his breath.
For the first time since she had brought him in, Carol looked down at his groin. His jockey shorts were full in the crotch, and as he stared at her pussy, she watched his shaft rise under the white material until it was standing up as much as the tight shorts would allow.
"Ohhh, Tommy," she murmured. "I'm causing you all kinds of trouble today, aren't I?" She reached down and wrapped her hand around the tremendous bulge in his shorts.
"Oh, don't!" he said frantically, realizing suddenly what was happening.
"That's alright, dear," she cooed. "Just lay there. You're my patient now, and I have to take care of you."
Very gently, Carol began taking his shorts off, lifting them over his hard-on, then sliding them down his legs carefully avoiding the red welt. She slipped them off his feet, then raised up and shrugged the robe off her shoulders.
When Tommy saw her standing naked in front of him, gurgling noises came from his throat and his stiff cock began to jerk up and down violently.
Carol moved up towards his chest, then reached down and took both his hands in hers. She lifted them, placing each of his trembling hands on her titties.
"See how soft they are?" she said softly. "Don't they feel good? You can hold them as long as you like, honey."
His hands cupped her full tits, clutching them hard, as though afraid they would go away. Then Carol reached down and circled his hard dong with her fingers. She slid the foreskin back, then gently ran her fingertips up and down his rod, teasing the hard, glistening shaft.
"Uuuuuuunnnggghhh!" he groaned as she caressed him. "Uunngh!"
"Isn't that nice, dear? Doesn't that feel good?"
Carol moved her feet apart, then took one of his hands from her tit and placed it on her hairy snatch, rubbing her wet gash with his fingers.
"Ooooohhhh! Mrs. Collins! Ohhhhhh!"
The boy lay whimpering as he held a tit with one hand and massaged her twat with the other. His eyes were glazed, and his eyes darted from her tits to her twat and back again.
She let him play with her for a while as she fondled his hard dong. He was excited beyond belief. It wouldn't take much to make him cum. When she finally backed away from his hands, he looked at her pleadingly.
"Don't worry, honey," she cooed. "You'll get a chance to do it some more. But I have to take care of you now."
Carol knelt next to the couch by his hip. Holding his cock with one hand, she used the other to cup his balls. Then she bent down and slipped her mouth over the end of his stiff prick.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" Tommy shouted. "AAARRRRGGHHHHH! OH, GOD! MRS. COLLINS! MRS. COOOOLLLLLIIIINNNNSSS!"
His loins were sweet smelling, just as she knew they would be. His thick dong throbbed in her mouth as she began sucking on it, pulling with her tongue and lips. His legs were trembling as he hunched his ass up to her, thrusting his dick into her mouth as she bobbed down on it.
GOD! YOU'RE MAKING ME...! OHHHHHHHH! IT'S SO ...!"
He was writhing and twisting under her face, his entire body wracked with the fantastic enjoyment of her mouth sucking on his tool. Again and again he shuddered, then he screamed.
Through her fingers and lips she left his load coming, then it was pounding into her mouth. His hot cream gushed out in spurts, almost filling her mouth to overflowing as she swallowed quickly, forcing the sweet liquid down her throat.
When the last of his fluid dribbled out onto her tongue, he sank down, shaking and quaking. She licked his tool all over, then raised her head to look at his face.
His mouth was open and his eyes closed. His chest was heaving as he fought to regain his breath, and his muscled belly was palpitating.
"Did you like that, dear?" she whispered. "Did it make you feel good?"
"Ooohhhhh," he rasped. "Oooooohhhhh, God!"
She let him rest while she donned her robe again. She brought him a cold bottle of soda and had a highball herself while they sat and sighed together.
"You don't have to finish the yard today, Tommy," Carol said finally. "You can come back next Saturday, when your leg will be better."
The boy rose up to his feet and began dressing. He looked sheepish as he slipped his pants on then stepped into his shoes.
"Will ... will we do this, ahhh, again?"
"If you'd like, dear. But you mustn't say anything to anybody about it. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yeah. Sure. I won't. I won't tell my folks about getting hurt, either. I'll just say the mower quit or something."
"Good boy."
Carol got up to kiss him lightly, then walked him to the door. He was still limping, but she was sure he would be better after he walked on it for a while.
"'Bye, dear," she said, closing the door.
She went back to the living room feeling guilty, but greatly satisfied. At least Tommy was a stranger. And what a wonderful young man he was.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dale came and went the next week, but it wasn't a satisfying experience for Carol. She endured the ritual and all the other things he wanted to do, but after the boys, his lovemaking was not as interesting as it had been.
He commented on her alcohol consumption, which was greater than it ever had been, and she assured him she would cut down. She kept telling herself she was drinking out of frustration, and when her thoughts strayed to the boys, she felt justified.
She wasn't interested in her housework any longer, and for the first time in her adult life, let things slide. Even the dishes were allowed to pile up for an entire day before she got around to putting them in the dishwasher.
Each time she went downtown or to the store, she found herself looking at young lads, her gaze inevitably going to their pelvis'. It was becoming almost an obsession with her.
On Thursday afternoon she went to another committee meeting at the auditorium. She made her necessary reports and accepted new assignments, but there was no enthusiasm in her for the work.
She wanted Tommy ... or Donny ... or anybody!
It was early evening when she drove home, disgusted with the thought of staying in her big house by herself. She was debating with herself about going to a movie. At least she could look at boys and young men, even though she couldn't touch. As she was driving up her street, she spied the paper boy collecting two houses down from her home.
An impulse struck her, and she felt her cunt getting wet as she pulled into her driveway.
She left the car behind the house and dashed in. Hurrying to her bedroom, she quickly stripped off her dress and slip, then her pantyhose. Dressed only in a black half bra which covered the bottoms of her breasts and nipples, leaving huge mounds of pink flesh overflowing on top, she opened a dresser drawer.
Rummaging through her underthings, she found what she was looking for. A pair of black bikini panties that barely covered her cunt hair and the crack of her ass. She quickly slipped them on, then brushed her hair and hurried to the living room.
She glanced out the window, but the boy was not yet in sight. Pulling all the drapes, she turned on the table lamps, then waited in the center of the room for the chimes to ring.
When the bells sounded, she took a deep breath and walked to the door. She opened it a crack to peek out. Standing there was the boy who had delivered her paper for years. He was about fourteen now; a tall, slender lad with unruly brown hair and brown eyes.
He was dressed in jeans and T-shirt, and wearing a bright jacket with an emblem on the left breast. He had been shuffling cards and looked up when she opened the door, a wide smile on his face.
"Hi, Mrs. Collins. Collecting for the paper."
"Oh!" she said, feigning surprise. "I was expecting someone else." She hesitated for a moment, afraid to go on but unable to control the urge in her loins.
"I'm not dressed, but I guess you can come in. I'll have to get my purse."
She opened the door only wide enough for him to slip through. When she closed it and he turned, his eyes went wide and he almost dropped his cards. Even though he couldn't see her tits completely, or her hairy cunt under the black satin, the rest of her body was bare.
"Excuse me for a minute," she said politely.
Leaving him standing with his mouth agape, she went down the hallway, a smile playing on her lips. She picked up her purse, then went back. When she entered the room, the boy had his hand on the knob, ready to tear out.
"Here we are," Carol smiled. "Now, how much was it again?"
She sat down on the couch, took her billfold from her purse, then set the bag on the floor. She clicked open her wallet, then looked at him, waiting for a reply.
"Uuuuuhhh...! It's ... it's still the ... the same," the lad stuttered. "Uh, three dollars."
"Oh, yes. That's right." She fingered her bills, then took three ones out. After dropping her billfold back into the open purse, she held the money out to him. "There you are, ahh, Jerry, isn't it?"
"Uhhhh, yes, ma'am. Jerry."
He was reluctant to leave the security of the door. After swallowing hard several times, he strode awkwardly over to her and held out his hand. It was trembling. He was doing his best to keep his eyes from her body as he took the money, but Carol noticed him glance at both the crevice between her titties and her crotch.
Jerry's hand shook as he wrote out the receipt. It was almost illegible, but it was the best he could do. When he reached out to hand it to her, she held her hand back a bit so that he had to step even closer.
"Thank you," she cooed. "You've been a very good paper boy." As she folded the receipt and dropped it in her purse, she noticed happily that he was getting a hard-on. The front of his pants was rising as his dick stiffened.
When he turned to go, she called to him. "Just a minute, Jerry. What's that emblem on your jacket?"
He turned, but continued backing towards the door. "Oh, it's just a club I belong to."
"Oh? Well, tell me about it. I have a nephew who might be interested in joining."
"I ... I'm awful busy, Mrs. Collins. I ... I have to make my collections. Ahhhh, maybe some other time."
"Oh, come on, Jerry. You can spare a minute. Sit down over there and tell me what you do."
He was reluctant and nervous as he moved to the chair and sat down uneasily. There was a look between fear and agony on his face as he tried to focus his eyes on her face.
"It's ... it's just a club for guys. We ... we go on hikes and stuff like that."
"Well, that sounds wonderful, Jerry. I'm sure my nephew would like to know more about it. I want to take a closer look at that emblem."
Carol stood up and crossed the room. She stopped in front of him, bent over, then pulled the front of his jacket out. He jerked visibly when her fingers brushed his chest.
Her face was close to his, and he could look down at her huge titties, the lush mounds barely covered by the bra. As she was bent over, Carol saw the front of his pants throb with the pulsing tool underneath them.
"Ohhh, isn't that pretty?" she murmured. "My! I know he would be proud to wear something like that."
"Uh huh," Jerry croaked. "Yeah."
"Do you have many boys in the club?" she asked, still bent down but looking at his face. Her eyes were only inches from his, and she could see the fear and desire in them.
"A.a.a about t.t.thirty, I ... I guess. I'm ... I'm ... the president." He swallowed hard. "I ... I really got to go."
"Oh, that's too bad."
Carol straightened up, but didn't move back. In order for him to get up, he would have to brush against her. She waited, smiling down at him.
There was no way out for him. If he wanted to go, he would have to do it right now. He shuddered, then got to his feet. As he stood, his bulging pants touched Carol's belly.
Suddenly her arms were around him, holding him close, and her mouth was pressed against his. She was gyrating her hips, rubbing her belly and pelvis against his hard dick as her hot tongue reached into his mouth.
The boy went limp. He dropped his cards, then cautiously ran his hands up her arms to push her away.
"Oooohhh, Jerry," she whispered, removing her mouth and putting her head on his shoulder. "Oooooohhhh, Jerry."
His hands were on her shoulders. "Please!" he gasped.
"Ohhhh, Jerry. Jerry." She thrust her tits against his chest, pressing her body against his swollen pecker.
"God, Mrs. Collins!" he groaned. "Don't! I...! Don't!"
"Please, Jerry," she said throatily. "Please. Don't go. Stay with me for a while. I'm so lonesome. Please."
"Oh, my God," he rasped. "Oh, my God!"
Carol dropped a hand and pulled his zipper down. As soon as his fly was open, his enlarged prick popped out, hitting her bare belly with a smack. She grabbed it quickly, squeezing it as she found his mouth with hers.
All his resistance melted. Her hand on his dong was too much for the boy. He put his arms around her and held her tight as she massaged his tool, rubbing it against her warm skin.
"Right now, dear," she gasped, pulling away. "Right now."
With one fluid motion she yanked her panties down her legs and off her feet. Grabbing his arms with both hands, she pulled him down on top of her as she sank to the floor. She spread her legs wide, then took hold of his prong again to insert it into her aching twat.
"Aaaarrrggghhhhh," he groaned as the tip of his large shaft slid between the lips of her cunt and into her hole. "Ohhhhh!"
"Baby, baby, baby," she crooned.
Carol closed her eyes and placed her feet firmly, then lunged her cunt up to his cock, burying it to the hilt.
"UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!" she cried out. "UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!"
"Ohhh, Jesus!" he whimpered. "Ohhhh, God! Oooooohhhh!"
"Pump it, baby!" she groaned. "Pump it! Shove it in!"
She pulled him down closer, holding his cheek against hers, gasping into his ear. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Faster, baby!"
Jerry was hunching his ass as fast as he could, slamming his hard cock into her. He could feel her womb hitting against the tip as he pounded it home. Her big tits were pressing hard on his chest, and the woman smell of her filled his nostrils.
"AARRRRGGGHHH! I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUUUUUUUUUM!"
"ALRIGHT, BABY! ME TOO! DO IT! DO IT! UUMMM! NOW! OH, NOW! FUCK ME! FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE!"
They both jerked spasmodically, groaning together as their juices mingled. Jerry's entire weight was on her as he went totally limp, the last of his sperm seeping out the end of his soaking prick.
"Jerry! Ohhhh, Jerry! You fuck so nice! Ummmmmm!"
"Oooooohhhhhh," he gasped hoarsely. "Oooooohhhhhh!"
"You'll be alright, honey," she murmured. "You'll be just fine. Slide it out now. We have to get up."
He got to his feet unsteadily, his juice covered shaft still hard from the fuck. It bobbed up and down as he staggered to the nearest chair and sank down.
Carol stood and went directly to the bathroom. She came back with tissues to wipe his dong off, then remained standing in front of him as he struggled to regain his breath.
"Do you have to go, now?" she asked softly. "Couldn't you stay for just a little while?"
He looked up at her almost sleepily. "I ... I guess. Why?"
"I'll show you."
Dropping to her knees, she spread his legs apart and took his still jerking dong in her hand. She smiled at him, then bent down to put her mouth over the end. Using her tongue expertly, she -rimmed his shaft, teasing the tiny hole, then slid her mouth as far down his cock as she could.
"Uuuuunnnnggghhhhh!" he moaned. "Jesus! Are you going to suck me off? Ohhhhhhh!"
Carol nodded her head, still sucking and pulling on his prick. Her cheeks puckered as she applied suction, then her head was bobbing up and down, tugging on his tool, sucking his fluid from his balls.
"Oh! God! Oh! Ummmm! Ummmfff! Aaarrgghh! Ohhhhh!"
Jerry hunched and lifted his ass each time she bent down, cramming his rod deep into her mouth. It was better than fucking her! Her tongue was doing wild things to his dick, and he could feel the sperm rising in his groin.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with warm cream. She forced in down her throat, swallowing hungrily as the boy's body shook under her. When he was through, she ran her tongue up and down on his rod, licking and slurping loudly.
"There we go," she smiled, standing up. "Now you're ready to face the world, aren't you?"
It was all he could do to nod. He was exhausted. All his juice had been blown out, and there was nothing left. He tried to stand, but couldn't. Carol helped him up, then she carefully tucked his rod back in his pants and zipped him up.
"You come back anytime you want to," she said happily as she led him to the door. "We'll have more fun just like that."
"Okay." His voice was a weak whisper.
"'Night, now," she said, then kissed him and pushed him out the door.
Carol picked up the things in the living room, turned off the lights, then went to take a nice hot shower before going to bed. She was more content than she had been in a long time.
* * *
When she awoke the next morning, she had some misgivings about Jerry. She really didn't know the boy. The only time she saw him was when he stopped to collect once a month. Qualms of fear began to take hold as she remembered she hadn't cautioned him against saying anything.
"God, I'm sure he wouldn't," she said aloud to herself as she put the coffee on. "He wouldn't! I just know it."
But her worries didn't go away that simply. She thought about it all morning, ignoring her housework to sip highballs. She tried to think only of how wonderful it felt to have his big prick inside her, but it was impossible.
A little after ten, the ringing of the chimes startled her so badly she almost dropped her drink. She hid it quickly in the icebox, then straightened her dress and went to the door. It was her friend, Cecily, and she had a concerned expression on her face.
"Hi, Carol. Can I come in for a minute?"
Cecily was a pretty woman, but had no figure. She had been quite shapely until Donny was born, then she seemed to go to pot. The easy life she led had something to do with it, but neglect was more the reason.
"Why, of course," Carol replied. "Come on in. How have you been?"
"Pretty good." Cecily followed her hostess into the front room, and was shocked at the dust on the furniture, the dirty dishes still on the table. It wasn't like Carol at all.
"Care for some coffee?" Carol asked.
"No thanks. Can we sit down? There's something I just have to ask you."
The tone of Cecily's voice troubled Carol, and she felt her stomach begin to knot up as she dropped into a chair and looked at her friend apprehensively.
"Carol, I heard a rumor, and I have to find out if it's the truth. Will you please forgive anything I say or ask? I'm sure you know how I must feel."
"About what? I don't know what you're talking about yet. What is it?"
"I ... I don't know how to begin. One of my friends, a good neighbor, came over this morning for coffee. She has a son the same age as Donny. They both go to the same special school."
Cecily stopped, and Carol waited nervously.
"Well, this neighbor said that Donny had told him some very interesting thing about sex. What brought it up was, she caught her boy masturbating, in his room with a lot of filthy literature lying around."
"Naturally she asked him about it, and he admitted that he had become interested in seeing what it felt like to ... to ejaculate after talking to Donny."
Carol's heart sank. She folded her hands in her lap so the other woman wouldn't see how badly they were shaking. She hoped Cecily wouldn't see the nervousness in her face.
"Anyway, Carol, the boy said Donny had told him he had spent the night with a woman and did all sorts of ... ahh, sexual things. He said Donny was bragging about it."
Cecily wrung her hands and stared at the floor. She was obviously uncomfortable discussing the matter, but her voice indicated she was going to do or die.
"I denied it, of course. Donny couldn't have done anything like that, I told her. I'm afraid I got a bit angry with the woman, and she left in a huff." She paused. "Then I remembered that you took care of Donny that Saturday night. And he did spend the night here."
There was a long, dead silence. Carol was afraid to prod the woman on, and Cecily was nervous about asking Carol directly about what had happened. Then Cecily pulled herself together and looked directly at her friend.
"Carol, forgive me, but I have to ask. Did you do anything with Donny? Anything like that?"
Carol hesitated, desperate. "What did Donny say? Did you ask him?"
"Of course not! I wouldn't even think of questioning him about something like that. He's a sensitive boy. He'd think we didn't trust him.
Besides, I knew you would set my mind at ease if I asked you. We've been friends for too long."
Carol nodded. "Yes we have. And I'm telling you all your boy did was watch television and go to bed while he was here. My God, Cecily! I'm old enough to be his mother! Besides, why would I have anything like that to do with a boy? It's utter nonsense."
"I knew it was, Carol. Please forgive me for even bringing it up. But Donny's our only child, and I had to make sure. You do understand, don't you?"
"Yes. Yes, I do. Now would you care for some coffee? Or a drink?"
"Too late for coffee and too early for a drink," Cecily laughed, standing up. "I'm already late for my luncheon bridge club. But, thanks anyway. Honestly, Carol, I'm so sorry I even brought the whole thing up to you."
"It's alright. Forget it. Drop by the next time you have a free afternoon. We could go shopping or something."
"I will. 'Bye."
The minute her friend closed the door, Carol jumped up and hurried to the kitchen. Ignoring the partial highball hidden in the refrigerator, she got the bottle of bourbon out and poured a glass brim full. It spilled as her hand shook carrying it to her mouth.
She downed half the glass in two swallows, refilled it, then reeled into the living room. The last few minutes had strained her almost to the breaking point. The tension had left her body and mind drained.
The only solution for her was to forget, and she tried to drink herself into a stupor. After going through the bourbon, she switched to brandy, then was half way through the vodka before her brain was numbed enough for her to drop off to sleep on the sofa.
* * *
A sound woke her, but she couldn't place it. She opened her eyes to look foggily around the room. Her head was to the dining room so she didn't see Tommy until he was standing next to her, and even then she had trouble bringing him into focus.
"'Morning," Tommy said. "I came over to finish the yard."
He remained standing there, smelling the strong odor of alcohol coming from her body. She had slept restlessly, and the skirt of her dress was twisted up around her hips. He looked down and saw the dark area over her pussy, stray hairs sticking out around the panty edges, and his cock began getting hard.
"I ... I came on in. I hope you don't mind. The car was in the drive and the door was unlocked. When you didn't answer, I thought you might be hurt or something."
"No, no. That's alright." Her speech was slurred, and she had difficulty sitting up. "Had a bad night, Tommy. Couldn't get to sleep. Sorry I'm such a mess."
She put her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. Her head felt as though it was splitting, and she had to pee so bad it hurt.
"Oh, that's okay," the boy said softly. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know what to do.
"Why don't you go ahead and get started while I clean up? I'm not feeling too good today. I need a hot shower and some aspirin."
"Shall I get it for you?" he asked eagerly.
"No!" she said sharply. "Just go mow the lawn, will you?"
"Sure! Sure!" He backed away, then turned and went through the house to the back door.
Carol got up, her legs wobbly, and dashed for her bathroom. A veritable flood came from her kidneys as she sat on the stool trying to piece together what had happened the day before. At the moment, it was all a blur in her mind, and she shook her head trying to clear it.
It was a great effort, but she managed to undress, take some aspirin and then a hot shower. She stood for almost half an hour letting the torrid water wash over her head, face and body. It helped, but not enough.
After brushing out her wet hair as best she could, she put on a robe and went to the kitchen. Empty liquor bottles stood on the counter. Except for the vodka.
She poured a glass half full of the clear liquid, then got a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator and filled it. When she had swallowed most of it and sat down at the table, she felt as though she might make it through the morning, anyway.
CHAPTER FIVE
by the time Tommy had finished with the lawn and the flower beds, Carol had consumed two more screwdrivers and was feeling much better. That was really the only time she felt good lately. When she was half bombed.
She was still sitting at the table when she saw the boy round the house and head for the back door. Getting up, she crossed the kitchen and had the door open just as he was about to knock.
"I'm all done," he said. "Is there anything else?"
Carol knew he was asking whether he could come in and have his cock sucked, because his eyes were bright and his jeans were bulging. She wanted him, too, but after yesterday, she was a little cautious.
"I don't think so, Tommy, but come on in. I'll get you a glass of orange juice and pay you."
After pouring him a glass of the cold liquid, she went for her purse. As she counted out the money in her bedroom, she thought of his young prick, and her cunt began to ache as it had for the past several weeks each time she let her mind dwell on boys.
She stopped in front of the mirror and ran a brush through her nearly dry hair, making herself more presentable. Then she applied lipstick and a touch of rouge to brighten her face.
Even as she went back to the kitchen, she was still undecided what she would do. She wanted Tommy desperately, but could she rely on him to keep his mouth shut? What if he told his friends, as Donny had done? She knew his mother wouldn't be as gullible as Cecily had been.
"Here you are," she said, handing him the bills.
He grinned and nodded, stuffing the money in his pocket, at the same time staring at the bare skin showing where her robe closed just above her tits. He knew what was there, and his rod began stiffening.
"Tommy, you wouldn't ever tell anybody about us, would you? I mean, not even your best friend?"
"Oh, gosh no!" he said seriously. "Jeez, I couldn't! It wouldn't be right."
Carol patted him on the shoulder. "I know you wouldn't, dear. But I wanted to remind you that we could both get into serious trouble if you did." She started for the table. "Come on over and sit down, Tommy. You don't have to go just yet."
She sipped her drink and stared at him for a minute. The urge was growing stronger in her womb, and she was ready to throw caution to the winds.
"Tommy, have you ever thought about doing things to a girl? Other things besides fucking?"
"No, I...! What do you mean?"
"Remember what I did to you the other day?"
"Uhh, yeah. I remember."
"How would you like to do the same thing to me? You only touched me between my legs. Would you like to do something else?"
Carol's legs were twitching, and she could feel her twat getting wet as she talked about it.
"Uhh, I guess so. But I still don't know what you're talking about." He had a puzzled frown on his face.
"Let me show you."
She opened her robe all the way down, then turned her chair away from the table. Sliding forward until her ass was on the edge of the chair, she spread her legs. Then she put her fingers on her pussy and pulled the lips wide apart.
"Get down there, honey," she said softly. "I'll tell you what to do."
Tommy began breathing heavily when she had opened her robe, and he was given a view of her naked body again. The full tits pointing out from her chest made his fingers quiver, and when he looked down at the pink gash between her fingers, his prick began to throb unmercifully.
Getting down on the floor, he crawled over inside her thighs until his face was close enough to her pussy that he could smell the sweet aroma. He looked up to her face, and saw she was smiling at him
"Now, honey. All you have to do is stick your tongue out and lick me down there. All over. Especially there and there."
He glanced back at her open slit, and saw her point to a little stud high in the gash, then at her hole. A white liquid was seeping from the opening, and she was holding it so far apart he could see into the tube, the tissues glistening wet.
Tommy nodded his head. "Can ... can I take my cock out? It hurts in my pants."
"Of course, honey. But hurry. I want you to lick me so bad I can't wait."
Quickly unzipping his pants, he pulled his hard dick out, sighing with relief as his tool came out into the air. Then he bent forward, tongue outstretched, and began lapping at her twat.
"Ooooohhhh! That's the boy! Oooooohhhh! Right there! Uuuuuummmmmmm! Not so hard, dear! Uuuuummmmmmm!"
The boy was diving at her gash fervently, his mouth wide open and his tongue darting in and out of her hole, rimming it, then sliding up to her clit. He was hunching his ass as he ate her, the desire to fuck strong in his balls.
Soft guttural sounds came from his throat as he buried his face between the folds of her twat. Her cunt was delicious! He was swallowing the cream oozing from her hole as fast as it came out, savoring it.
Carol lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders and down his back. She dug her heels in, pulling him even closer. Her eyes were fixed on his face as she twisted and turned her pussy, rubbing it all over his nose, mouth and chin.
"EAT IT!" she screamed. "EAT ME, YOU LITTLE FUCKER! OH, BABY! EEEEAAAATTT MEEEEEE! NOW! NOW! NOW!"
She grabbed his head with both hands and crammed his face into her snatch. She was writhing so much she almost fell off the chair as she exploded in orgasm, shuddering with the delight of it.
Tommy had become so excited he had taken his tool in hand and pounded on it as Carol had urged him on. And when she had screamed she was cuming, her ecstasy passed to him through her twat, and he blew off all over the rug.
Carol dropped her legs on either side of him and released his head. The boy leaned back on his haunches, his face wet from her juice, a broad grin splitting his face.
"Did I do it right?" he asked. "Was it alright?"
The woman had gone limp in the chair. Her eyes were only half open, and her belly was palpitating from the effort. She smiled down at him, and nodded. , "That was just perfect, Tommy. You did just fine. I don't know when I've enjoyed something so much."
"I ... I shot all over your rug. I couldn't help it."
"That's alright, dear. It won't hurt anything." She stood up woozily and pulled her robe around her.
Reaching for her drink, she saw the glass was empty and went to get a refill. Tommy had gotten up, and was waiting by the table, not knowing what she wanted him to do.
"I think that's enough for one day, Tommy." Carol poured orange juice in the glass over the vodka and stirred it. "You come back in two weeks. Okay?"
Tommy was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do about it. "Okay. In two weeks. If you want me before that, you can call me."
He walked past her toward the door, but she grabbed his arm. "Just a minute." She wet a paper towel and wiped his face.
"Thanks," he said, then left.
Carol took two long swallows of the screwdriver, then went to her bedroom, carrying the glass. She showered, set her hair in curlers, then roamed the big house pointlessly, sipping her drink and thinking thoughts of her young lovers. The house-cleaning was left undone.
It was late in the afternoon when she discovered she had consumed all the liquor. With some exasperation, she put on a fresh dress, combed out her hair, and went out to the car.
It was a bright day, so she put the top down before backing out to the street. From a distance, she looked like a pretty woman driving an expensive car, but up close anyone could see the haggard look on her face and the dark circles forming under her eyes. It was for that reason more than the sun that she wore her dark glasses, shielding her from curious looks.
She drove downtown to her favorite liquor store. The owner had known her for years, and had always come through when she was married and they threw big parties. Inevitably they ran out of booze, and he would deliver it himself.
"Hi, Mrs. Collins," the proprietor greeted her as she came in. "What'll it be today."
When she began reeling off her order, the man looked at her with some curiosity. "Wow! That's quite a bit! Are you going to throw a whingding or something?"
"Yes," she smiled. "It's been a long time, and I'm getting lonesome rattling around in that house by myself. I thought I would have all my friends over, and throw a blast."
"That's a good idea, Mrs. Collins. It's not good for anybody to be alone so much."
He loaded two big boxes of liquor and mix into the trunk of her car, then held the door open for her. "Have a nice day. If you run out of anything, just give me a call. Like you used to."
"Thanks."
She drove off down the street, intending to go straight back to the house, but it was such a nice day she decided to just drive around for a while. She didn't want to visit anyone, but the fresh air smelled good.
After driving around the downtown area, window shopping from the car, she wheeled over to the auditorium area. It was a very beautiful building, and since she had helped raise funds for it, she felt a little pride in it.
As she was cruising down the street where she had been accosted that terrible night, she thought she saw a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets, his head down.
It was Dinky!
She pulled over to the curb and stopped, waiting for him to come closer. Then she called his name.
"Huh?" He looked over, and a fearful expression crossed his lean face.
"Come here," Carol said, not raising her voice. "I want to talk to you."
The boy glanced up and down the street, looking for police cars, Carol thought, then he cautiously sauntered over to the car.
"What?" he said hoarsely. "Whaddaya want?"
"Don't worry. I'm not calling the cops. Just get in. I want to find out something."
"Huh uh, lady. No way. I ain't gettin' in there. And you better not bug me. I still got friends, remember?"
"Yes, I remember. Now get in. I haven't reported you up to now, but if you don't, I'm going right to the police. Do you understand me?"
Dinky appeared undecided for a moment, then shrugged and opened the door, sliding into the seat.
"Whaddaya want? I can't spend much time. I gotta date."
Carol noticed he was still wearing the same clothes he had on that night. And when he spoke, she could tell he still hadn't brushed his teeth. His hands were filthy, dirt caked under the fingernails.
"Close the door," she said. When he did, she shut the engine off and turned in the seat to face him.
"Why did you boys rape me? Couldn't you find any young girls that would give it to you?"
"Ahhh, shit," he snorted. "Hell yes, we can find pussy. We just wanted somethin' different." He looked at her suspiciously. "How come you didn't report it?"
"You told me not to, remember? I didn't like it, but not for the reason you may think. I don't like to be forced to do anything." She paused. "Don't you ever take a bath?"
"What the fuck's that got to do with it?" he sneered. "I ain't that dirty."
"The hell you're not! You're filthy! You know, with a bath and some clean clothes, you wouldn't be a bad looking boy."
"Is that what you wanted to say? For Chrissake!" He swung his head to stare out the windshield. "Can I go now, Miss Rich-Bitch?"
"Shut your fucking mouth, you dirty little bastard!" she said through clenched teeth. "You'll go when I'm damned good and ready." She turned on the ignition, put it in gear, and drove off down the street.
"Hey! What the hell are you doin'? I ain't goin' no place with you!"
"Yes you are, you little motherfucker. You're going any place I want you to go. And you're going to do anything I want you to do. And if you give me any back talk, I'll turn you over to the police. Got that?"
"Oh, for Chrissake," he mumbled, then slouched down in the seat, staring straight ahead.
When they approached Carol's street, she ordered him to get down on the floor so no one would see him with her. She drove around in back of her house quickly, hoping the neighbors were busy and not looking out their windows.
"C'mon," she said, getting out. "Let's go." She went around the car and opened the trunk. "Carry these into the house. Hurry up."
She opened the back door and waited until he had the boxes safely on the counter, then she shut it.
"Follow me," she said sternly.
He shook his head in wonder, but trailed her down the hall to her bedroom.
"See that? That's a shower. Now, take all your clothes off and get in it. And don't come out until you're clean."
Dinky's jaw dropped. Carol spun on her heel and went back down the hall to the kitchen, where she began putting the liquor away. She was fixing herself a highball when she heard the water running in her bath, and she smiled to herself.
"Now we'll see what he really looks like," she said aloud to herself.
She called the department store where she had a charge account, gave the salesman Dinky's approximate size and measurements, and ordered a complete set of new clothes, from the skin out. She had guessed even more on the shoes. She told the man they were for her nephew's birthday, and asked they be delivered that afternoon.
The shower was still running when she hung up. She went to the bathroom, picked up all the boy's dirty things and took them out back to the trash can.
She was making herself another drink when the water went off. She sat down in the living room to wait, and shortly there was a shout from her bedroom.
"Hey! What the fuck did you do with my clothes!"
"Come out naked," she called. "I've seen everything you have, remember?"
In a moment he appeared, stark naked. His slim body was well muscled, and his prick, though soft, was still large. He hadn't combed his hair, and it was going every which way. He stopped in the middle of the room and glared at her.
"What the goddamn hell are you tryin' to pull, anyway? Give me back my fuckin' clothes!"
"I threw them away. You'll have some new ones in a little while. Now sit down."
His eyes were steel-hard as he stared at her angrily. Then he seemed to realize there was no point in lighting and sat down in a chair.
"Do you rape many women?" she asked.
He rubbed a hand across his face in disgust. "Hell, no. I told you. I can get a fuck anytime I want one. And we didn't exactly rape you, either. I know. Your cunt got all wet. You don't get a wet cunt if you don't like it, lady."
"You still forced me to, and I don't like that. How would you like to fuck me when I want you to?"
"Huh?" He couldn't hide his surprise. "You mean ... you mean you want me to screw you? What the hell kind of shit eatin' game are you playin', anyway?"
"Do you or don't you? That's all I want to know." Carol smiled to herself as she noticed his cock beginning to rise. He was thinking about it.
"Uhhhh, well, I guess so," he said quietly. "But how come? What's the deal? How come you want me to dick you?"
"I just do, that's all. What's your real name, anyway? I hate to call you Dinky."
"It's, ahh, Andy. Andy Baylor, What's yours?"
"Just call me Carol. Now go back to the bathroom. There's a new toothbrush in the top drawer under the sink, and tooth paste in the medicine cabinet. Use them."
He stared at her again, but this time with a sly smile on his face. Then he nodded slowly, got up, and left the room.
When he had gone, Carol stood and slipped her dress off. She kicked off her shoes, then took her bra and panties off, tossing them on the floor near the couch. Picking up her empty glass, she refilled it in the kitchen, then returned to sit down on the floor.
Andy returned, stopping in the doorway when he saw her sitting on the rug without a stitch on. His naked cock began to rise as he appraised her body.
"Well, come on in," she laughed. "I'm all ready for you."
She took another swallow of her drink, set the glass on the table, then laid down, spreading her thighs wide. She ran her open hands down over her huge titties, her flat tummy, then rested them on each side of her open gash.
"C'mon, Andy," she murmured. "Get down here and fuck me!"
He crossed the room and knelt between her legs.
His dick was jerking rapidly up and down as his eyes took in her lush body. Bending down over her, he rested on his elbows, the tip of his shaft touching the hair around her snatch.
"That's the boy," Carol cooed, "Wait a second. I'll put it it."
She reached down between her legs and took his prong in her hand. Gently, she rubbed the end up and down her moist slit, then inserted the tip in her hole. She pulled her hand away, and wrapped her arms around him.
"Go to it, tiger," she said softly. "Stick that big old prick way up inside me. I want you to fuck me until I tell you to stop."
Andy hunched forward, stuffing his dong up her rube. It was wet with her juice, and his tool slid in easily until the end was touching her womb.
"Uuuuuuunnngggghhh!" he groaned. "Uuuuuunnngghhhh! Ohhhhhh! You got a tight cunt, Carol! Uuuuuuunnnggghhhhh!"
"And you've got a big prick! Ohhhh, Andy! Do it to me! Fuck me! Oooohhhhh! Uuuummmmm!"
The boy eased his dick out almost to the end, then slammed it home, pounding against her pelvis as he sought the feeling of her uterus banging against his tool.
Carol threw her legs high in the air, then wrapped them around his waist, hunching with him as he stabbed her with his dong. The boy knew how to fuck, and he was swirling his ass as he pumped her.
"UUUUNNNGGGHHH! ANDY! UUUNNNGGHH! OOOHHH, GOD!"
"Baby, baby, baby," he moaned, thrusting harder.
"FASTER, HONEY! FASTER! UNNNGGHHH! OH, IT'S SO GOOD! DO IT TO ME! FUUUUCK MEEEE! UUUNNNGGHHHHH!"
Their bodies writhed and twisted on the rug, each hunching and pumping as hard as they could. Their orgasms shook them, and they shuddered and jerked as the sensation spread through their frames, tingling their nerve ends.
"Oooohhh, God!" Andy gasped as he fell on top of her.
"Uuuummmm!" she moaned. "Want me to stop?" he whispered, still breathing heavily.
"Uuuummmm. Uh huh. Just for a while. We can do it again, in a little bit. Okay?"
The boy slithered his dick out of her pussy and stood up. He was still quivering slightly as he backed to a chair and sat down, his eyes never leaving Carol.
She sat up, then scooted over to her drink on her butt. She drained the glass in several swallows, then put it down and lit a cigarette.
"Give me one," Andy said.
She handed him one, then lit it for him. "You're really too young to smoke," she said, smiling.
"And I'm supposed to be too young to fuck, too, but I do it. You're a swingin' piece of ass, Carol. You really know how to fuck a guy."
"You're not so bad yourself," she laughed. "Will you go to my room and bring me the green robe in my closet? I want to have something to wear when they deliver your new clothes."
'Okay. But why in the hell did you get me new stuff? You don't owe me anything."
"You'd be surprised, Andy," she said, getting to her feet. "You'd be surprised."
Within an hour, the delivery man came. Carol insisted Andy try everything on, and amazingly it all fit, including the shoes. When he was dressed, she made him parade around the room for her, and it was exactly as she had thought.
Clean, and with nice clothes, he really was a good looking young man. She was very pleased with herself when she watched him undress again.
Yes sir, he was going to be alright! He's going to work our just fine. Yes sir, he was certainly a good investment.
CHAPTER SIX
Carol waited until after dark to drive Dinky back to his neighborhood. Even then, he wouldn't tell her where he lived. He asked to be dropped off anywhere near the auditorium, which Carol did, after making him promise to call her.
The following morning, Sunday, her sister Betty called and asked if she wanted them to pick her up for church. Carol was glad Betty couldn't see the wry smile on her face when she said she just couldn't. After what she had done, church was the last place she would feel comfortable.
Betty finally managed a promise to come for dinner during the week, but only because Carol couldn't think of any more good excuses. She had carefully avoided her family since the divorce, as both her sister and brother-in-law blamed her for the break-up.
Each morning during the week, Carol promised herself that she would get busy on the house and clean it up, but found herself so wrapped up in thought of the boys and liquor, she never did get around to it.
When Dale called after arriving in town, she was tempted to put him off, knowing the evening would be nothing but one long argument. But he detected something was wrong, and worriedly said he would be at her house much earlier than usual.
Carol drank all day, as was her custom of late, and when her lover arrived, she was well on the way to being drunk.
"What in the hell is the matter with you?" he asked, the disgust in his voice apparent. "This place looks like a pig sty."
"Oh, Dale, get off my back, will you? I've been busy. You can stand it for one evening, can't you?"
He mixed himself a drink, then sat down to glare at her. This wasn't what he wanted and expected, at all. He found it difficult to believe Carol had turned into such a sloven in such a short time.
"Are you having some trouble, Carol?" he asked, his tone changing to one of affection. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No. I ... I just haven't been feeling well lately. That's all. It's nothing serious."
She knew it would be impossible to explain anything to him now. Not after all that had happened. Perhaps right after the rape, she could have justified what she felt. But not now. Not after what she had done. There was no excuse.
"Shouldn't you see a doctor? At least see if there is anything that you should be doing for yourself?"
"No, Dale. I tell you it's going to be alright. Please. Let's not talk about it anymore."
"Alright. I won't say another word. But Carol, I don't want to stay here tonight. Why don't you get dressed, and we'll go to a motel. The house is ... well, pretty dirty."
Suddenly, something exploded inside her. The pressures of her conscience for the last month became unbearable, and her temper flared.
"You sonofabitch!" she shouted. "What the hell difference does it make? You just want to fuck, don't you? What are you going to do, fuck the house? Maybe the house is dirty, but I'm not! Not by a long shot!"
"Carol, don't. For God's sake, I didn't mean that you...!"
"Listen, you priggish bastard! Why don't you take your super clean prick and get the hell out of here? I know where I can get a better cock than yours anytime I want it. I don't need your goddamn bitching mouth around here! Go on! Get out!"
Dale's mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. He had never seen her like this! Not ever. She looked as though she could become violent at any moment. He set his glass down with shaking fingers and stood up.
"Go on!" she screamed. "Get out! Go back to your prissy wife and stick your cock up her ass! And don't come back!"
Tears were running down her face as he stared at her for a moment, then turned and went to the door. He stopped with his hand on the knob, then shrugged and left.
"Oh, God!" Carol wailed, covering her face with her hands. "Oh, my God! What's the matter with me? What am I doing?"
* * *
The following morning, Carol went to her doctor and asked for a complete physical examination, though she knew it wasn't her body alone that was causing her difficulties. She had to return for several additional tests, but was advised the following Friday that she was in perfect health.
She tried all week to get back on an even keel.
All her laundry went to the cleaners; she hired a cleaning woman to come and go over the house from top to bottom; a trip was made to the beauty parlor for the works, and she even stayed off the booze for three entire days.
Several times in her goings and comings she had seen her young lover, Tommy, on the street. She would wave, but didn't allow herself to think about him any farther. Nor any of the other boys.
Her sister called again on Saturday to ask about church. With some misgivings, Carol agreed to go, then to have dinner with her family afterwards. On Sunday morning, she dressed in her best clothes and drove to Betty's house.
They lived in a comfortable home halfway across town. Her brother-in-law was a partner in a construction firm, and they had enough to get by, but Bill was a very frugal man and refused to be extravagant where the family was concerned.
Their children, a girl nine and a boy thirteen were well-mannered and effusive. Carol liked the family, and if it weren't for their feelings for her ex-husband, she would have been happy to have been invited to their home.
As soon as she pulled into the driveway, the boy, Billy Jr. came running out, shouting happily. On his heels was Nina, the daughter. They ran up to the convertible, and Billy opened the door for her.
"Hi, Aunt Carol! Gee, it's good to see you." He closed the door, then looked longingly at the big red car, the white upholstery gleaming in the early morning sunlight. "Boy, that's some car," he murmured.
"That's right," Carol said. "You haven't seen it, have you? I'll tell you what. We'll take it to church. How about that?"
"Wow!" the boy exclaimed, his eyes wide. "That'd be cool."
When they went inside, Betty was happy to see her, but Bill was reserved and cool. And he stayed that way through the service at church and dinner, barely being civil. By the time the meal was finished, Carol was very uncomfortable and decided to leave as soon as she could.
"Aunt Carol," Billy said when they had left the table, "I noticed your car is pretty dirty. Want me to wash it for you?"
"That would be nice, dear, but I have to go home. Maybe some other time."
But the boy pleaded and begged, even bringing his mother into it, and finally they relented. Billy would go home with Carol, wash the car, then she would bring him back later on in the afternoon.
"You'd better take your swim trunks," Betty said. "I don't want you getting your clothes all wet."
Billy got his trunks and they left. As soon as they were on their way down the street, Carol heaved a sigh of relief. It had been a miserable day because of Bill, and she swore to herself she would never go back to their home for any reason. It was just too humiliating.
"Boy, I wish we had a car like this," Billy said gaily.
"Well, maybe some day you can buy one, dear." She smiled at him, knowing how all young boys like cars.
Carol left the convertible parked behind the house and put the top up. She showed Billy how to operate it, and told him he could put it down when he was through washing it.
They went inside, he changed into his trunks, then while he washed the car, Carol changed into shorts and halter and made herself a stiff highball. She drank half, refilled the glass, then went out to sit on the back steps and watch her nephew.
The boy was working steadily, soaping and rinsing as he went along, glancing at his aunt from time to time with a huge grin on his face.
Carol sipped her drink and smoked, her eyes on the bulge in front of his tight trunks. She tried not to think about it, but as he moved around she could make out the soft cock and his balls under the stretched material and her cunt began to get hot.
When he was through, Carol went inside and came back with a towel. She called him over to the shade of the porch and told him to stand still while she dried him off.
"Oh, that's okay," he said, shyly. "I can do it."
"That's alright, Billy," she murmured. "I'll do it."
Carol dried his upper body off, letting her hands run over his nicely tanned skin. Then she bent down and began rubbing the towel up and down his legs. She knew he was looking down and could see most of her titties bulging out of the skimpy halter.
Then she ran the towel up to his thighs and toweled them, letting her hand brush against his cock and balls as she dried his crotch. The boy jerked as her hand touched his privates, but he didn't move away, and she could feel his prick getting hard.
"Let's go inside, honey, so we can dry you off good," she said, almost in a whisper.
"I ... I'll do it, Aunt Carol. I'll change into my clothes, too."
"Fine. After we get you nice and dry."
She led him into the house, sitting down at the dining room table with the towel still in her hands.
"Go ahead, dear. Take your trunks off. I'll hang them out back until they're dry."
"Oh, Aunt Carol, I...! Can't I just go in the bathroom and change?"
"Don't be silly. Her voice was almost a rasp as she stared at his mound. She was fighting to control an urge to reach out and grab them.
"Uhhhhh, I...! I don't want to undress in front of you," he said. "It ... it'd make me feel funny. Please. Let me go in the bathroom."
"Take them down," Carol said softly. "It's alright. I'm your aunt. You don't have to be embarrassed with me."
She put the towel on her lap, then put her hands out to pull his trunks down. The boy tried to back away, but her grip on the material was too tight, and before he knew it, she had them down to his knees.
His cock had softened, and was hanging down on his balls. Carol gazed at the down-covered tool, then yanked the suit down to his feet. Bending over, she lifted a foot at a time and took it off, then sat .back.
"Come here, honey," she said. "Let's get you dry."
Tears were welling in the boy's eyes as he obeyed, stepping closer. Picking up the towel, Carol very gently rubbed his cock and balls, then reached around to towel his crack off. Her arms were still around him when she leaned over and kissed his cock with her lips.
"Oooohhhh!" the boy wailed. "Don't! Don't!"
Carol nibbled on his dong for a moment, then stood up. She reached behind her for the halter buttons, letting the top drop to the floor between them. Then she slid her shorts and panties off at the same time, to stand naked in front of the boy, her big titties heaving with her deep breathing.
"C'mere, baby," she cooed, pulling him close to her. Her tits pressed against his chest as she ground her snatch against his prick. He was still frightened, so it didn't get hard right away, but as she continued the motion, holding him against her, she could feel his shaft harden and knew she had him.
"Ohhhhh, Billy, baby. You're such a nice boy. Ohhhhh, honey. You feel so good."
The boy was sniffling, but his tool continued to get hard, pressing on her twat as it enlarged to full erection. Carol backed away to look down at the jerking rod, and she smiled. It wasn't as big as the other boys, but it would do.
"Let's go over by the couch, dear," she said, pulling him along as she crossed the living room.
She sat down, smiled up at him lovingly, then pulled him near. Cupping his balls in one hand, she took hold of his rod and aimed it at her mouth, then slid her lips down on it, letting her tongue rim the sweet tasting dick.
"Ooooohhh, God!" the boy groaned. "God! Please! Don't do that! Unnnnggghhhh!"
Carol didn't hear him. All her being was concentrated on the lovely hard shaft in her mouth, and her head bobbed up and down as her cheeks puckered with suction. All she could think of was his warm cream that would soon be exploding in her mouth.
"Arrrgghhh! Aunt Carol! Don't! I'm going to do something! Uuuunngghh! Ohhhh! Don't! I ... can't ... stop ... it!"
He tried to pull away, but she held him close. She could feel his prick expand as his liquid flowed into his cock, then it was gushing into her mouth, spurting in jets against her teeth and tonsils, flowing down her throat.
Carol continued to suck and swallow until the last of his juice had oozed out. Then she licked him off and leaned back, a smile of contentment on her face.
"Ohh, Billy! Wasn't that nice? Didn't you like that?"
The young lad was still trembling, his legs shaking as he looked down at his aunt's naked body, her gash pink and wet in the hair surrounding it. He had never seen a cunt, and he was surprised that the slit was so big.
"Aunt Carol, I better go," he whined. "I ... I ... we...!"
"Not yet," she said. "You've got to do something for me, now. Lay down on the floor. On your back."
"I can't, Aunt Carol...! I just can't! Please? Let me go home."
"In a little bit. Now lay down. Hurry up."
Billy shuddered, his still-hard cock swaying as his body shook, then he sobbed as he got down on the rug. Carol stood, then walked over to straddle him with her feet. She eased herself down slowly, positioning her moist cunt over his jerking dick.
"I'm going to fuck you, dear," she said quietly. "You just lay still and be comfortable."
The boy whimpered again as she reached back between her legs to guide his shaft into her hole. But when the tip of his hot prick slid between the lips of her twat and slipped into the wet warmth of her cunt, he gasped quickly.
"Jeeeessssuuuussss ! " he groaned. "Uuuunngghhh!"
"There we are," Carol whispered. "How does that feel? Oh, Billy! Uuuuummmm!"
Carol eased down slowly, pressing her twat down over his rod. Billy jerked spasmodically as it penetrated her cunny, pushing the tissues aside as it slipped up towards her womb.
" U u u u n n gg g h h h ! '' he moaned. "Uuuuunnngghh! Oh, God! Oh!"
She began to corkscrew on his dong as she pumped up and down, letting his tool become accustomed to her twat before really pounding down on it. She stared into his face, watching the near terror fade away quickly to a look of agonizing pleasure.
"Ooooohhh," he murmured. "Oooohhh! Aunt Carol! Oh, God! Uuuummmmfff!"
The boy looked down at her big titties swaying above his chest, then craned his neck to see her hairy snatch slide down his cock. Nothing had ever felt like this! Nothing! Even when he made his little sister jack him off, it didn't feel like this!
"Aaaargghhh," he gasped, dropping his head back. "Ohhh!"
Carol was going wild. The ache in her twat was finally being taken care of, and she could hardly control herself. The boy's plunging dick was all she wanted. To feel that young shaft in her pussy, sliding in and out, tickling the tissues of her tube relentlessly.
"Biiiilllllyyyy," she moaned. "I'm ... going ... to ... fuck ... your ... little ... dick ... right ... off! Uuuuunnnggghhh!"
She was slamming down on him now, her ass thwacking against his thighs as she pounded her pussy on his prong. He was hunching up to meet her, thrusting his ass off the floor each time she dropped down.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ohhhhhh, Carrooolllll!"
"NOW, BABY!" she screamed. "NOW!
UUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
An animal-like wail came from his throat as she felt his hot juice squirt into her cunt. The additional lubrication made the sounds of their fucking even louder. The slurping and sucking sounds echoed in the room as Carol arched her back and banged down several more times.
"Aaaaarrrgggghhh!" she moaned, then fell forward on top of the boy, her body shaking from her orgasm.
It was several minutes later when she finally rolled off the boy to lay on her back next to him, her chest heaving. He had his eyes closed, and his belly was palpitating from the hard effort.
"Billy, that was just wonderful," she whispered. "I hope you liked it as much as I did."
"Uh huh," the boy wheezed. "I ... I never did anything like that before. I...."
Suddenly he sat up, terror written on his face. He looked at his aunt, lying naked on the rug, her legs spread apart, and he began to cry.
"Ooooohhh! I'm going to get killed! Ohhh, God!" He leaped up and ran to the bathroom to get his clothes.
Carol sat up slowly, then crawled across the floor to her clothes. Slipping them on quickly, she went into the kitchen to pour herself a straight shot of bourbon. She was shaking from head to foot as she poured herself another, then weaved drunkenly back into the living room.
Billy came in as she was sitting down, still wearing a fearful expression.
"What am I going to tell Mom?" he whimpered. "What?"
"You don't have to tell her anything, Billy," Carol sighed. "You don't have to say a thing."
After tossing the shot down, Carol lit a cigarette and got up. "Take it easy, honey. I'll drive you home right now. If you don't say anything to anybody, nobody will know. I'm sorry it happened, and I'm sorry you're afraid, but it's done, now."
Shaking her head sadly, she went to get her purse from the bedroom, the heavy feeling of guilt slowing her steps. She knew she had gone too far this time. Much too far. This was almost the end of the line for her. Now she had committed incest.
When she returned, Billy was waiting for her, his trunks in his hand. He looked so dejected and forlorn that Carol almost broke into tears looking at him. Instead, she walked over and put an arm around his shoulders.
"Billy, please don't think badly of me. I ... I don't know what I'm doing sometimes. Something ... something just gets hold of me, and I can't help myself. Can you understand that?"
He stared at the floor. "I ... I guess. But Jeez, Aunt Carol! We shouldn't have ... done that." He swallowed hard a few times, then said, "Can we go now? I ... I want to get home."
"Sure, honey. Right now."
Neither of them said a word on the drive to Billy's house. They didn't even look at each other. Carol pulled up in the street, took three dollars from her purse and handed them to him, but he shook his head.
"No thanks, Aunt Carol. I wouldn't feel right." He got out, shut the door, then walked stoop-shouldered toward his front door without saying goodbye.
Carol put the car in gear and drove off, salty tears running down her cheeks. She paid no attention to the traffic on the way home, and when she pulled into the garage, couldn't even remember the trip.
She went into the house on leaden feet, mixed a highball, then slumped down in the living room. Thousands of thoughts went through her mind as darkness fell, but none were cohesive. What was happening to her was beyond her control. The painful desire for young boys was more than she could handle by herself.
The ringing of the telephone long after it was dark jarred her out of her thoughts. She went to answer it fearfully, hoping against hope it wasn't her sister.
"Hi," a voice said. "It's Andy. What's up?"
"Oh, hello," she replied without feeling. "What do you want?"
"You told me to call you, remember? I wasn't doin' nothin', so I thought I'd give you a buzz. Want me to come over? I got a ride if you do."
Carol sighed. "I don't think so. Not tonight. I'm too tired." She paused. "I don't think we...!"
"Hey," he interrupted. "You remember that shack where we took you? We got it all fixed up now. A bed and everything. You want to meet me down there?"
"No, Andy. I ... you better not call me anymore. It's just not going to...!"
"Hey, Carol," he said softly. "You ain't goin' to ditch me now, are you? You really dug my prick, didn't ya? You liked to have me dick ya? C'mon, now. My balls are achin'. I want a good fuck."
"Andy, not tonight. I'm just not up to it. You can call me again, though. Maybe next week. We'll see what happens then."
"Okay, baby. You just remember I got a hard-on for you, any time you want it. I'd sure like to have you slippin' your lips around it right now. Fuck, I'm hot!"
Carol could feel her loins tingling as she thought of what he could do to her. She wanted him badly, but the day had been too much. Any more trouble, and she would go over the brink.
"Next week," she said. "I promise. I've got to go now."
"Okay, Carol. I'll go find a fuck someplace else. But you keep that ole pussy wet for me. I'll fuck it anytime you say."
Carol hung up the phone, then sank to the floor. Her cunt hurt with desire, and there was nothing she could do about it. She buried her face in her hands and cried.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next few days and nights following her episode with her nephew were filled with agony for Carol. She slept fitfully and seemed to be tired all the time. Though she tried to stay away from the alcohol, it wasn't any use. However, not even large quantities of liquor could dull the pangs of conscience she felt.
On Thursday morning, the chairman of the art committee called her for help, and Carol was relieved for an opportunity to get out of the house and think of something else. A showing of local art was to be given at the auditorium, and they needed cars to pick up art students at various schools.
Carol agreed readily, and was told to be at the junior high near her home at noon. She dressed carefully, selecting clothes that the other women would be envious of. She needed that extra bolster to her ego.
She drank a half dozen screwdrivers while getting ready, and by the time she arrived at the parking lot of the school, she was feeling cheerful and happy.
Several other cars were parked by the main entrance where a group of boys and girls were gathered. A committee member she recognized came over when she parked, and assigned several young people to her car. Three were boys, two girls, and they all appeared to be in their early teens.
They introduced themselves, but Carol didn't catch the names clearly, as they were giggling and laughing at the same time. She greeted them all, then followed the caravan downtown to the city parking lot next to the auditorium.
While the children walked through the displays of paintings, sculptures and designs, Carol chatted amiably with other women on the committee. She noticed that several gave her odd stares when they smelled her breath, but she was beyond caring.
It was almost three hours before the guided tours were over and the kids gathered back on the parking lot. Carol had gone to Tier car, and was waiting patiently for the youngsters she had brought down.
"Hi!" Carol turned from lighting a cigarette to see a nice looking young boy approaching the driver's door. He was taller than the others, with a short crew cut and thick chest. He was carrying a large oil painting under one arm.
"Yes?" Carol replied.
"Uh, I heard you live out my way. Uh, the car I came in is too crowded to carry my picture. I wonder if I could ride back with you?"
"Why, certainly. That's no problem. Why don't you put it in the trunk? It won't be hurt back there."
"Gee, thanks," he grinned. "I sure appreciate it."
Carol handed him the keys, showing him which went to the trunk. He put it away, then went around the other side of the car to climb in, handing the keys back.
"My name's Tod," he said. "Tod Chambers. I don't go to the school where you're taking the other kids, but I live near there. We just moved, but it's too close to the end of the year to up and change."
"That's nice." Carol looked at him closely, and the old urges returned. He looked like such a clean cut young man.
At that moment the other children arrived and began piling into the car. Tod slid over in the seat next to her, and when his thigh brushed against hers, she almost dropped her cigarette.
Pulling out of the lot, she headed for the junior high, well aware of the hip and leg that were pressed tightly against hers. Several times she noticed him looking down at her nylon covered legs as she braked and started, lifting her knees.
When they drove up to the school, the. kids started piling out, still jabbering incessantly. Tod held the back seat for them, then turned to Carol.
"Thanks a lot, Ma'am. Can I have the keys to get my stuff out of the back?"
"Where do you live? I could drop you at your house."
"Nah, I'm not going there. My folks both work, and the house is locked. We haven't had new keys made yet, so I have to wait 'til they get home. I'll just hang around here."
"Oh, you don't want to carry your painting around the rest of the afternoon. Why don't you come over to my house? I'd like to have you tell me about your work. I'm on the committee, you know."
"Well...?"
"Shut the door," Carol said, smiling. "It's settled."
Tod slammed the door and shrugged. He waved at the kids as they drove away, then turned on the seat where he got a better look at Carol's shapely legs.
She pulled right into the drive when she got home, content that she had a good reason to bring an art student home. Let the neighbors say what they would, it didn't make any difference. She parked openly in the drive, then led the boy into the house.
"Boy, this is some place," he said, looking around. "Your husband must have a pretty good job."
"I'm not married, Tod," she said, dropping her purse. "I live here all by myself. It gets lonesome, sometimes. Would you like something to drink?"
"Oh, a beer if you've got one, thanks."
"Whaaaat?"
"It's okay. I drink it at home all the time. My dad says it's good for me. Not too much, you know. But a little bit. I have a couple every night when they get home."
"Weeellll...? I suppose it's alright. Just don't tell anybody."
She bent over to search in the back of the refrigerator for a can. She didn't drink it, but she knew there was a can or two left over from some party or other. Tod was standing behind her, looking at the backs of her legs admiringly.
"Here we go," she said, standing up. "One beer coming up."
He popped the top expertly while she made herself a drink, then he followed her into the living room. It was obvious he was looking her over well, and it gave Carol a thrill. She sat down in a chair with her skirt pulled high on her legs as she motioned him to one across from her.
"I don't even know your name," the boy said after taking a long pull on the can.
"Carol Collins. Where do you go to school, Tod?"
"Across town. I'm taking the bus back and forth now. Have you been on the art committee very long?"
"No. Not very." Carol was getting excited and nervous as the boy stared openly at her legs and her titties. She could feel her twat getting wet as she wondered if she should tease him.
"Could I use your bathroom?" he asked, standing up. "I didn't have a chance before we left downtown."
"Certainly. It's right down the hall."
When he passed her, she could swear that the mound in his pants was bigger than it had been when he first arrived. She had just stood up to go for another highball when she heard the sound of his piss splashing in the stool. He evidently hadn't closed the door, and the sound carried down the hallway.
She waited until there was no more sound, imagining him standing in front of the stool, his cock in his hand, pointing it at the water. Then he would shake it off and milk it down before putting it away in his pants.
Her groin was tightening as she went to the kitchen, the moisture from her cunt dampening her panties. She was still trying to control herself when she went back to find him sitting down, his fly not fully closed.
He noticed her staring at his pelvis and smiled. "My darn zipper got stuck. It won't come all the way up."
"Oh, that's alright," she muttered. "I'm sure nobody will notice it." She walked to her chair shakily, and sank down.
"You did," Tod grinned. Then he reached down and pulled the zipper all the way down. He pulled his fly apart slowly, then pulled his prick out. It was hard and stiff, sticking up in the air like a thick pole.
"Wha...? What are you doing?" Carol gasped. "How'd you like to play with that dick, Carol?"
"You...? I...?"
Tod stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of her. He was holding his cock out, pointing it at her face.
"I know all about you, Carol. You know Tommy? The paper boy? He's in the same club I am. We used to go to summer school together. He told me how you like cocks."
"But, how...? Where did you...?"
"I saw him last weekend. He told me all about it. He even told me what you looked like and about your car. I knew it was you this afternoon. That's why I wanted to ride with you."
Carol leaned back in her chair and looked up at him, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Okay. What do you want?"
"What you gave Tommy. A good fuck. I know all about you dames. My dad told me. He said there's a lot of women that want a young dick. And I got one right here."
"No," Carol said. "No. I'm not going to do that anymore. Put that thing away, and I'll take you wherever you want to go."
"Huh uh, Carol. No way. My nuts have been aching since I sat down beside you in the car. If you don't do something for me, I'll spread it all over town what you do."
She looked into his eyes and knew he meant it. The boy was so hot he wouldn't stop at anything. Even rape. His breath was coming in pants, and his cock in front of her face was jerking wildly.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly.
"Suck it, first. Suck me off. Give me a good blow job."
Carol started to lean forward towards him, but be backed away and held up his hand.
"Huh uh. Not like that. Take off your dress first. I want to see what you look like."
She stood up, unzipped her dress, then slipped it off over her head. When she tossed it to the floor, she was standing in her bra, garter belt, panties and hose. She didn't move as the boy looked her up and down, the hand holding his prick, squeezing it as though he was afraid to let it go.
"Is that enough?" she asked.
"Huh uh. Panties too. And the brassiere." His eyes were glazed, and his tongue was flicking at his lips, moistening them.
Carol undid her bra, then slipped it off and threw it atop her dress.
"Goddamn!" the boy was muttering. "Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn!"
She slid her panties down her legs, then lifted each foot to take them off. When she raised up and looked at Tod, his body was shaking all over.
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck, Tod?" she asked very softly. "You're going to blow all over in a minute."
"Uuuunngghh! Uuuuuggghh!" he groaned, not moving.
"Here. Let me take care of it for you." She moved close to him, her hand reaching out for his throbbing shaft. When he dropped his hand away, she closed her fingers around it, skinned the foreskin back, then massaged it tenderly.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" he moaned, looking down at what she was doing to his tool. "Uuuuuunnngggghhh!"
Lifting his head, he stared at her big titties for a moment, then he grabbed them with both hands. His ass began to pump at her hand, then she felt his cream surging up his rod. She tried to point it away, but she was too late. It was already squirting all over her belly, running down over her garter belt, and down her legs.
Tod arched his back, facing the ceiling with his mouth open. His entire frame was quivering and quaking as the last of his warm cum dribbled out over Carol's hand and dripped to the rug.
She waited until he had calmed a bit, then released his rod and backed away. His eyes were returning to normal. She went to her bathroom and stripped her clothes off, dropping them in the clothes hamper.
Then she washed his cum off her belly, brushed out her hair and returned to the living room. Tod was on his hands and knees, wiping the cum from the rug with his handkerchief. He looked up when she entered, embarrassed.
"I...! I...!"
"I know," Carol said, picking up her drink.
"Thought you were a big man, didn't you?" She took a long drink. "You were too excited to do anything, Tod. Know that? You wouldn't even have been a good fuck, blowing off like that."
"Jesus, Carol. When I saw you like that, I couldn't help it. It just wouldn't stop!"
She put her glass down and walked over to where he was' kneeling. Bending down, she put a hand on each side of his head and pulled his face into her cunt.
"You're going to eat me for that, Tod. You're going to eat my cunny until I tell you to stop. Do you understand me?"
He nodded against her snatch, rubbing his nose up and down her moist gash. She released his head, then moved away. He stood up, and for the first time noticed that she was naked. His dong had begun to wilt from cumming, but at the sight of her nude before him, her cunt and titties in plain view, his prick started to rise again.
"Take your clothes off," she said firmly. "All of them. I want you down to bare skin when you lick my pussy."
"Okay, okay," he muttered, unbuckling his belt.
As he was undressing, Carol stood by her chair, sipping on her highball and watching him. He was well built and obviously strong. And when he pulled his pants and shorts down, she could see that his cock was far bigger than normal. Not so thick as many, but longer.
"Lay down on the floor," she commanded when he was naked. "On your back."
He did as he was told, then she moved over to him, kneeling on either side of his head. She squatted down until the hair around her twat was brushing against his nose, and she stared down into his eyes.
"You'd better eat me good, Tod. If I don't like it, you'll stay here 'til I do."
She relaxed even more, letting her slit drop down until the lips of her cunt were touching his mouth and chin. He looked up at the tremendous titties hanging above his eyes, then stretched his tongue out and began lapping at her twat.
"Ooooohhh!" Carol moaned. "Uuuummmm! Get higher! Up! Right there! Uuuuunngg! Lick it, Tod! Ohhh, Jesus! Ungh!"
She sat back a little, then sank down even more, pressing her gash onto his face. His tongue was in her hole now, running around the rim, sliding in and out. The boy had learned to eat a pussy someplace.
"Uuuummmm!" he moaned into her snatch. "Uuuuummmm!"
"Eat it, Tod! Eat me! Lick that cunny! Ohhhhh, do it to me! Uuummfff!"
Carol swirled her ass on his face, shoving it against his open mouth as he tongued her hole. The slurping sounds he was making made her almost as excited as his tongue. He had grabbed her asscheeks with both hands, and now his fingers were sliding down her crack.
"Put a finger in my asshole!" she shouted. "All the way in! Oh, eat me! Ummm! Way in my ass! Jesus! Ohhhhh!"
He was pumping his prick into the air as he licked her. He was hitting the floor so hard with his ass the lamps on the tables were shaking.
"Uuuummmmm!" he moaned. "UUUUMMMM! UUUUMMMM!"
"NOW, TODDY BABY! OOOHHH, NOW! UUUNNGGHH! DO IT TO ME! EEEAAATTT MEEEEE!"
Carol dropped on her hands to steady herself as the orgasm shook her body. She gasped and wheezed as the tremors surged through her, Tod's tongue still doing wonderful things to her damp pussy. She waited until the last of the delicious feeling had gone, then she crawled forward.
Getting to her feet, she reeled to her chair and dropped down, shuddering as a sigh escaped her lips. She looked down at the boy who was still lying on the floor, her liquid glistening all over his face.
"Was ... was that alright?" he croaked, staring at the ceiling. "That was fine, Tod. Just fine. You must have eaten a lot of pussies to be able to do it like that."
"No. Just a couple. My ... my sister, mostly."
Carol lit a cigarette. "How old is she?"
"Fifteen. She won't let anybody screw her, but she likes to have her pussy eaten."
"What does she do for you, then? Suck you off?"
"Nah. She jacks me off. She won't put it in her mouth."
The boy rolled over, got to his feet, then stumbled to a chair. He looked over at Carol, grinned, then shook his head.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Oh, I figured I'd come here and you'd fuck me like you did Tommy. And here I wind up shooting off all over the floor and eating your cunt. That's not what I had planned."
She smiled at him, glad that he could laugh at himself when he goofed up. "Do you still want to fuck? If you do, I'll let you, now. I just don't like to be pushed into it."
Tod looked at her, surprised, then nodded. "God, yes, I want to. I ... I hate to admit it, but I...!"
"You've never been fucked?"
"Huh uh. I ... I never get that far. Always before, I've cum before I get it stuck in. I don't know why."
"I do, honey. You get too excited. You should have the girl jack you off or blow you first. Then wait a few minutes, and you'll be able to do it again in her cunt."
"No shit? I've never heard of that."
"C'mon. I'll show you."
Carol laid down on the rug, her thighs wide apart. She planted her feet firmly, then held her arms out to him. He came over, dropped down to his knees, then crawled between her legs.
"Now, just do what I tell you," Carol said. "Get down lower."
He bent over, and she reached down to take his hard-on in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled him down on top of her as she guided his swollen shaft into her already wet snatch.
"There we go," she smiled up at him. "Now all you have to do is cram it in. Can you do that?"
"Uh huh." He moved his ass a bit, adjusted his knees, then lunged forward, stuffing his dick deep into her cunt.
"Ooooohhh, Jesus!" Carol cried out. "My God! It's so long! Uuuuunnngghh!"
"Caaarrrooolll! Uuuunngghhh! Christ! Ohhhhh!"
"Do it, baby! Do it! Fuck me! Ohhhh, God! Ummmmm!"
She threw her legs and arms around him, pulling him close to her as she wriggled her ass. His shaft was banging against her womb so hard it hurt, but it was a pleasant hurt. He gasped and grunted into her ear as he thrust his dong deep, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Uuuuunnnggghhh! Ohhhhh! Tod! Tod! Unnnggghh!"
"I ... didn't ... think ... I ... could ... hold ... it ... so ... long! Gooooood! Whhuuufff! Uuuuuunnnggghhh!"
"Keep it up, honey! Keep it up! Faster! Ungghh! Don't slow down! Ohhhhh, Jesus!" '
"Caaarrrooolll! Aaaarrrggghhh! Caarrrooll! It feels soooo gooooodd! Uuunnngghhhh!"
They clung tightly together as their orgasms shook their bodies. Their legs jerked, their backs arched, shudders shook them. Then they collapsed.
"Ooohhhh, Tod. Ohhhhhh, Tod. Uuuuummmmm!"
"I ... never ... felt ... like ... this ... Carol!"
Carol gently rolled over on her side, and Tod's prick came out as he fell on his back. He was still quivering as he gasped for air.
"What do you think of fucking now?" Carol whispered.
"Jesus! It's great! Goddamn, I didn't think I had that much cum in me."
"I'm glad you weren't disappointed. I think we'd better get dressed and get you home. We don't want to mess up a good thing."
* * *
Carol sat in her dining room in the darkness, sipping a highball and thinking. She had dropped Tod off, and he had begged her to see him again. To make him feel better, she had said yes, but she knew she couldn't continue this way.
She had to talk to somebody. Someone who could help her with her uncontrollable problem. If something wasn't done soon, she would find herself in trouble with irate parents, or perhaps even worse.
Having gone through a mental list of everyone she might possibly take her troubles to, she had narrowed it down to the minister at her church or a psychiatrist. The doctor might be more help, but since she had thrown Dale out, she couldn't afford the high costs of professional help.
The minister at her church was an older man, undoubtedly familiar with situations like hers. Or at least something like it. Even if he didn't have an answer, he could at least give her some guidance and tell her where to go for help.
Having reached a firm decision, she felt a load fall from her shoulders. Though it would be difficult to discuss it, she experienced relief that at least she had taken definite steps to stop her immoral actions.
She made a solemn vow not to touch any boys until she had at least found out what her problem was. At the very least, that was a step in the right direction.
She finished her drink, took a hot shower, and climbed into bed for the first restful sleep she had had in weeks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
With her new found self control, Carol was quite content the remainder of the week. A portion of her old self returned, and she made every effort to get back into the pattern of living she had enjoyed before the "incident."
She puttered in her flower beds, had coffee with the lady across the street, and most important of all, stayed away from the bottle.
When Sunday morning rolled around, she awoke refreshed and ready to start the day. After soaking in a hot tub, she shaved her legs, douched, set her hair, then laid out her prettiest summer outfit for church.
Her plan was to speak to the minister right after the service; not to explain the entire problem, but to tell him she needed his help and ask for an appointment. Sunday was a busy day for any man of the church, but if she received a firm meeting time from him, it would ease her mind considerably.
It was a beautiful sunshiny morning when she went out to the garage, so she put the top down. She wanted to see and smell everything this day.
On the way to church, she saw many people she knew and she waved happily. Some seemed surprised that she was out and about but they returned her greeting.
She was greeted at the door by the minister, who gently chided her for not coming more often. Once inside, she nodded to the members she knew, then took a seat in the rear. She wanted to be one of the first out, to speak to the minister before the crowd got to the door.
She put her gloves in her purse and sat back to watch the procession of people coming in. There was quite a crowd as usual, and Carol engaged in her usual game of guessing how much the women's outfits cost.
The service had just begun when a young usher stopped in the aisle next to her and nodded silently to the empty seat by her side. She smiled and tucked in her dress as he stepped in front of her to sit down.
He was in his early teens, dressed in a dark blue suit and tie, his black hair combed neatly. His eyes were deep blue, and his skin was smooth and shiny.
The minister had insisted on letting the young people take more responsible positions in the church, such as ushering, with the intention they would have more of an interest as they grew older. And at the moment, Carol thought it was a good idea.
His hip and thigh were pressed close to hers, and though she tried to close her mind to his nearness, she found herself much warmer than the temperature dictated.
As the minister droned on, she took a hanky from her purse and dabbed at her forehead, ashamed of herself that she should be affected like that, especially in church. She glanced at the boy apologetically, then faced forward again.
The boy moved slightly, easing closer to her, unintentionally. Carol tried to slide farther away, but the end of the pew didn't allow it. She was almost tempted to get up and leave before she became even more frustrated, but decided to stick it out. She had to see the minister today.
She didn't hear the service at all. When they rose to sing, she felt cool air against her wet crotch and thighs and hoped it wouldn't get any worse and run down her legs.
When the service was over, she got up quickly and went to the open front doors for some fresh air. Her hands were shaking visibly as she tried to put her gloves on while waiting for the pastor to make his way down the aisle.
The boy who had sat with her came out to stand by the door to await orders from the pastor. Carol tried to avoid his eyes, but it was impossible. He was looking at her strangely, as though he wanted to speak to her, but couldn't think of any good reason.
The minister finally came out, and Carol asked for a time and place to talk to him. He explained politely that he would be busy the remainder of the day, but would be happy to see her the next day at eleven. She thanked him graciously, then sped down the steps to her car, almost tripping on the sidewalk.
Her only thought was to get home as quickly as possible, where there would be no temptations from young boys. She got into her car, slammed the door, then put the key in. In her hurry, she flooded the engine, and the starter merely cranked and cranked.
She closed her eyes in frustration, trying to calm herself. There was no need to be so upset, she kept telling herself, but it didn't seem to do any good.
"Can I help you?"
Carol started, and looked up. The young usher was standing by her door, a wide smile on his face.
"I said, can I help you? Won't it start?"
She sighed and gripped the wheel tightly. "No, I'm afraid I flooded it. I'll just have to sit here for a minute or two."
"If you'll slide over, I think I can get it going. My dad has a garage. I've been doing this since I was a kid."
Carol almost said no, but in her frenzied desire to get away, she agreed, nodding her head silently. She slid across the seat as he opened the door and got in.
He pressed the accelerator all the way to the floor, then turned the key. The engine caught immediately, and he turned to her and grinned.
"Nothing to it, once you know how." He put his hand on the door handle, but didn't pull it. "You don't look very well. Are you okay?"
Carol stared at him without replying for a moment, looking at his handsome young face and driving down the urge that she felt in her groin. Why did this happen to her? Why?
"I ... I'm alright. It ... it was just a little warm in there for me. That's all."
"My name's Hal Avery. If you'd like, I could drive you home and have somebody pick me up. Really, ma'am. You don't look too well."
It was happening again! Her legs were weak and her body was tingling with desire. Her uterus was contracting in spasms, and her pussy dilated as the fluid leaked out on to her panties. She took several deep breaths before answering, and when she did, she didn't dare look at him.
"No, thank you, Hal. I'm sure I'll be alright. You ... you don't have to bother."
"It's no bother. The only thing is, I don't have a license yet. I've been driving for a year, but I'm not old enough. If you want, I'll go get someone else to drive you. I don't think you should do it yourself."
Carol took out her hanky again and dabbed at her face. She was almost physically ill with desire. She looked over at the church and the crowded sidewalk. Several people were staring at them, wonder on their faces.
She had to get away from there! Right now!
"Alright, Hal. You can drive me. I don't care if you have a license. It's not far, anyway."
As she heaved a sigh of relief, the boy put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. The breeze from their movement cooled her face as they headed down the avenue, away from the prying eyes.
"Where to, Mrs., ahhhhhh?"
"Collins. Carol Collins. Two blocks down then turn left. It's not very far, really."
"Oh, I don't mind," he chuckled. "Beats standing there for an hour with nothing to do. Besides, I don't get a chance to drive a car like this every day."
Hal made the turn, and they were on a tree-shaded street, cool in the mid-morning sun. Carol lit a cigarette and felt a little more relaxed. Soon she would be home in the quiet peace of her house with a good strong highball in her hand.
"Right at the next corner, then down two blocks. The number is seventy-six, thirty-four."
"Got it."
The young man drove as well as she did, she thought. He probably has a lot of practice with his father. She glanced over at him and saw that he had a grin a mile wide. He was proud to be driving such an expensive convertible.
She pointed out the house to him, and asked him to pull in the driveway and around the house. He swung in expertly, then turned off the engine and handed her the keys.
"If you'll let me use your phone, I'll call a buddy of mine and have him pick me up." He laughed. "He's not a church goer, so I know he's available."
"Of course. Come on in. I'll get you something cold to drink while you wait."
Inside, she directed him to the living room, then poured him a glass of pop. She hesitated before mixing herself a stiff drink, but decided he wouldn't know the difference, and she badly needed one.
"The line's busy," he said when she went in to join him.
"Oh, well. You can try in a few minutes. Thank you, Hal. I don't know whether I could have made it by myself." She set her glass on a table. "If you don't mind, I'm going to get out of this dress. It's too hot to be dressed up. Why don't you take your coat off too, and be comfortable?"
She went to her room and closed the door, leaning against it weakly. She wanted him to leave, at the same time wishing he could stay. She wanted him so much it hurt, but she had promised herself she wouldn't.
After taking all her clothes off, she put on a pair of shorts and a halter. It felt good to get out of the bra and girdle. She brushed her hair, took a deep breath, then went back to the living room. Hal had his coat and tie off, leaning back in his chair.
"Gosh!" he gasped, leaning forward as she entered the room.
"I hope you don't mind," she said coyly. "It was just too hot to put anything else on."
She sat down and picked up her drink, watching his eyes on her almost nude body, the titties overflowing the top enticingly. His gaze traveled down her lush frame to her crotch, then over her shapely legs. His mouth was slightly open, and his tongue was running over his lips.
Carol spread her legs, stretching them out in front of her. She knew the shorts were tight enough to reveal her crack, and wanted to see what he would do when he saw it. While he was staring at her, she was eyeing his crotch and saw his pants begin to bulge. That was all she needed.
She reached behind her as it to scratch her back, and undid her halter. Then she finished her drink and stood up.
"I'm going to get a ... oooops!"
The halter fell away, exposing her conical titties with the bright pink nipples pointing out from them.
Carol feigned confusion, holding her glass in one hand. She saw Hal's mouth drop open at the sight of her magnificent tits, but didn't let on the pleasure she felt. She put the glass on the table, then bent down to retrieve the halter, carefully keeping her boobs where he could see them hang down as she leaned over.
When she stood up, she fumbled with the top, turning it around and around as though trying to get it turned right side out. But as she fingered the material, she held it waist high, continuing to face the boy, her bare tits pointed at his face.
"Oh, darn it!" she muttered. "This thing!"
She finally lifted the top and covered her huge breasts with it, holding it up to her chin.
"Hal, would you help me?" she asked innocently. "Would you fasten it in back please?"
The young man didn't get up right away. He was still staring at her chest, his mouth and eyes open wide.
"Hal?"
He realized she was speaking to him, and stood up quickly, unaware for the moment that his cock was standing out straight, making a tent of the front of his pants. Carol glanced at the bulge as he stepped to her, then she turned around, smiling.
When he walked up behind her, his hard prick brushed against her rounded ass and he gasped and fell back. When she turned around again, he was desperately fumbling with the front of his pants, trying to adjust his stiff shaft so it wouldn't show.
"Mrs....! Oh, God! I didn't mean to...!
Ohhhh!"
"Oh, honey! What's the matter?"
Carol looked serious as she dropped her hands, still holding her halter, and stepped towards him. Both his hands were at his groin, clawing desperately at his prick. She pushed her hands between his, touching the swollen shaft.
"Don't!" he cried. "Ohhhh, Mrs....! I...!"
The halter fell to the floor as Carol grabbed for his cock. She was bent over in front of him, her face only inches away from the mound his dong was making.
"What happened?" she said. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Deftly, she unzipped his pants. His hard staff popped out immediately, the skin taut, the head protruding from the hole in the foreskin.
"Ooooohhhh!" the boy moaned. "Don't! Please don't!"
It was too late for Carol to stop. She wrapped her fingers around his enlarged tool and sank to her knees. Putting a hand on his ass to keep him from pulling away, she opened her mouth and slid it over his shaft.
"PLEASE!" he shouted. "DON'T! PLEASE, DON'T!"
Carol forced his foreskin back with her mouth, lips and tongue, then began sucking him quickly, applying suction while her tongue -rimmed the head of his throbbing shaft.
"UUUUNNNGGGHH! DON'T! DON'T! OOOHHHH, GOD!"
She was bobbing her head on it, sucking and pulling. The sweet taste of his prick was more than she could stand. Fluid seeped from her cunt, wetting her panties and shorts as she tugged at his prick with her mouth.
"I ... OOOHHHHH! AAARRRGGGHHHH!"
His hot cream was spewing into her mouth, filling it. It gushed against her tonsils, flowing down her throat. The boy jerked and writhed, hunched and humped, twisted and turned as his fluid flowed out.
"GOD! OOOHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHHH! AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!"
The last of his juice trickled out onto her tongue and she swallowed it, then licked his dong clean. When she stood up, Hal had his eyes closed, tears streaming down his cheeks. His breath was coming in gasps, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Hal, honey. Sit down. Please. Just rest for a minute."
She helped him to the chair and eased him down. His prick was still jerking from his climax. Carol hurried to the bath and brought back a cold washcloth which she used to wipe his perspiring face and then his dong.
"There. Is that better? I ... I'm sorry, Hal. You must believe me. I'm terribly sorry."
He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at her. Slowly, a grin appeared. He sat up and slid back in the chair, staring at her naked titties.
"That's ... that's okay. I ... I just didn't expect that. I ... I didn't think you'd do anything like that."
Carol picked up her halter and put it on. Then she went to the kitchen where she took two straight shots before mixing herself another drink. When she returned, Hal was sipping on his pop, his cock still standing straight out from the opening in his pants.
"Hal, I have to explain something," she said, sitting down. "There's ... there's something you have to know."
"Are you worried that I'll say something?" he said softly. "Well, I won't. What would I say? Nobody would believe me, no matter what I told them. Not even my buddies."
"Hal, I...!" She couldn't finish. The long, thick, hard tool sticking up from his pants made her forget what she was going to say. She wanted it in her cunt so bad it was painful.
"Look, don't worry," Hal said. "I was scared at first, but now I'm not."
"It's not that. It's ... do you...? Would you...?"
"What do you want?"
"Oh, God forgive me, but I want you to fuck me!" she wailed. "I can't help it! Oh, please? Please?"
Hal put his glass down carefully, then stood up. He began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Sure. Want to take your things off?"
Carol was already up, her halter falling from her tits. She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, kicking them off her feet, then stood naked, watching Hal slip his pants down.
The boy was staring at the hairy bush covering her cunt. It separated over her gash, the pink folds gleaming wetly. His cock throbbed as he tossed his trousers on the couch.
"Ready?" Carol murmured softly.
"Uh huh. How do you want to do it?"
"Like this." She got down on her knees and spread her legs. Crossing her arms, she laid her head down, the nipples of her tits touching the floor.
"Get behind me, honey. Stick it in that way."
Hal knelt, then crawled up to her ass. He looked down at the dark crack, the brown puckered hole, and the hair covered crotch underneath. Then he grasped his tool in his hand and aimed it.
The head slid in easily. He placed his hands on her hips and gave a forceful lunge with his ass, driving his cock deep into her hot hole.
"U U U U U NNNNGGGGHHH!" she shouted. "OOOHHHH, GOD! UUUMMM!"
The tissues of her tube closed around his dong as he plunged forward, then the tip of his shaft slammed against her womb.
"A A R RRGGGHHH! JESUS! CAROL! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Hal didn't need any urging. He was hunching furiously, driving his dong all the way in, slipping it out until only the head was buried, then slamming it back in.
"Ohlih, God!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, God! Uuuuunnnggg!"
"Harder, Hal! Faster! Harder! Get that prick moving!"
Carol raised up a bit, then bent her head down to look back between her legs. His balls were swinging back and forth as he plunged his prick in. She could see the juice covered shaft as it slithered out, then plowed back into her twat.
The boy bent over her back and reached under her, taking a tit in each hand and squeezing tightly as his sperm blew out the end of his dong. His body shook as the juice spewed out, tickling the nerve ends throughout his frame.
Carol swiveled her ass, helping him cum as the tremors of orgasm thundered in her pelvis, then wracked her body with hard spasms. As she watched, the white cream overflowed her twat, running out past his dong and onto the rug, forming a pool under her belly.
Hal backed away slowly, easing his cock out, then he stood up and walked unsteadily to a chair and dropped down. Carol sighed, crawled away from the puddle of juice, then laid down on her back, her tits heaving.
"Is that what you wanted?" he gasped.
"Ohhh, yes! Yes! Ummmm, that was nice.
They remained silent for a long while, each still enjoying the memory of the mating. When her breath had returned to normal, Carol stood up and picked up her clothes.
"We'd better be getting you home, honey," she said. "You don't want to get in any trouble for being late."
"No, I don't. It would spoil all of this." He rose and began dressing. "Carol, I...! It was really cool!"
"I know, dear. I know." She went down the hall to clean her pussy off and change into a dress, then returned.
Hal was standing in the middle of the room, dressed again, in his suit and tie, looking for all the world like an usher in a church.
Carol drove him near his home and dropped him off at his request. He said he would make up a story to explain why he had been gone so long.
"Will I see you again?" he asked, his hand on the door handle.
"I ... I don't know. I ... I wanted to stop this sort of thing. It's not really right, you know. But we'll see. We'll see."
He nodded silently, got out, and she pulled out, heading for home.
She had just settled down with a strong highball when the phone rang. She didn't want to answer it, afraid now that it could be the parents of any one of the boys she had fucked. She let it ring for a while, hoping it would stop, but the noise got on her nerves and she answered it.
"Hi. It's Andy again. What's new?"
"Oh, Andy," She was so relieved, her knees felt weak.
"I didn't get a chance to call before. Been in juvenile hall. Cops picked us up for fighting. Dirty bastards made me stay there three days."
"Andy, I wish you wouldn't call anymore. I don't think I want to see you again. It ... it can only lead to more problems for both of us. You see that, don't you?"
"Listen, Carol. You're the one who got me all hot and bothered for your body. You're the one who wanted to fuck so bad you couldn't stand it. Well, now, I'm in that boat. You can't shut me off now."
"Andy, Andy. I like you. Really I do. But it's ... it's just impossible."
His tone changed. He was now pleading. "Please, Carol? I can't stand it! I want you so bad I don't know what to do. You don't know how bad it is. Please? We got the shack all fixed up. Can't you come out there? Please?"
"I...! No. No, I can't. It's all over, Andy. It's all over." Tears were streaming down her face. "Don't call me ever again."
Carol slammed the receiver down and hurried back to her drink which she swallowed in one gulp. Then she went into the kitchen and poured shot after shot, tossing them down as she stood at the counter.
It was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER NINE
Carol awoke with a pounding headache. Her stomach was rolling, and her eyes wouldn't focus. She tried to read the clock on the dresser but couldn't make it out, so she got up and reeled across the bedroom. Halfway there, she doubled up and heaved all over the floor.
She struggled with herself to clean up the mess, then took a hot shower. It was as much as she could do to move, and her stomach was still queasy. A screwdriver was the only solution.
After four drinks she ran out of orange juice, but she was feeling much better. It was only nine-thirty, and she still had plenty of time to get ready to see the minister. But by the time she was dressed, and had drank two bourbon and waters, she lost her nerve.
She couldn't possibly face the man after what she had done to Hal. And the pastor might condone the other things, but not taking a boy right out of church and fucking him.
At eleven the phone began ringing. She didn't answer it. Instead, she paced the house, nervously wringing her hands, wishing the damned thing would stop. Surely the man must know if she wasn't there, she didn't want to see him after all.
At the third call, she could stand it no longer. Grabbing her purse, she dashed from the house, climbed in the car, and drove off with screeching tires, not knowing where she was going.
As she neared town, her entire body began to tremble. She had to have a drink. Right now! But she couldn't go back home and face the loneliness. Or the phone.
When she stopped for a light, she noticed a small bar near the corner that appeared to be clean. The door was open, and as she drove by slowly she could see there weren't any other customers inside.
Spotting an open parking space, she pulled in, banging against the curb and gently bumping the car in front before she got the car parked.
She got out, glanced quickly up and down the street, then went quickly into the dark interior of the tavern. All the stools and booths were empty. Behind the bar, a dark -haired young man in a white shirt and black bow tie nodded to her as he wiped the dark mahogany.
"'Morning. You're the first customer today. What'll you have?"
Carol climbed up on a stool. She had never sat at a bar before. It wasn't lady-like. But she wanted to be near the man. She wanted to talk to someone.
"A ... a screwdriver, please."
"Right." He began filling a glass with cubes. "I don't think I've seen you in here before. You a regular?"
"No. No, I'm not. I ... I live quite a ways from here."
"Oh." He fixed the drink and set it in front of her. "No charge. First drink of the day is free."
"Why, thank you." She picked up the glass, noticing that he saw how badly her hands were shaking. She took two quick gulps, then put the glass down.
"My name's Howie. I'm the day man. Don't see many women. They don't usually come in 'till I go off at five."
"Well, I ... I'm waiting for somebody. Otherwise I wouldn't be here, either."
"Uh huh." Howie walked down the bar and began washing some glasses.
Carol bent her head and closed her eyes. What was she doing in here? What had happened to her? On top of everything else, she was turning into an alcoholic. And the boys! My God! Why had she done those things?
Tears welled in her eyes. She took a hanky out of her purse and dabbed at them, sniffling.
"Hey! What's wrong?" Howie came back to stand in front of her. "You okay?"
"Yes. I'm alright. Just feeling sorry for myself." She wiped her face off, then picked up the glass and drained it.
"Want another one?"
"Yes, please. I think I need it."
He refilled her drink and she paid him, then they began to talk. All she would say was that she had a problem, and he was satisfied with that. Two men came in, had a beer, then left, but he kept up a running conversation with her. When she was on her fourth drink, he came around the bar and sat on the stool next to her.
"You need somebody to talk to, right? How about me? I'm single. And I can get somebody to ' come in and relieve me. How about it? We could go to my place and talk."
"No. I don't think I'd better. I should be going home."
He put a hand on her knee, rested it there for a moment, then began sliding it up her thigh. "Honey, you don't have to go home. You said there's no one there. C'mon with me. You can drink free at my place."
His hand was almost up to her crotch. She hadn't moved or made any effort to stop him. Then his fingers were brushing lightly over her pantie-covered pussy, gently fondling her cunt.
"C'mon, baby," he said hoarsely. "I'll call a guy I know, and he'll be here in a second."
Howie pulled her panties out at the elastic and slid two fingers under them. She felt them touch her gash, then open it up to finger her clit. Without knowing why, she spread her legs slightly to give him more room.
"Baby." He leaned over and kissed her, at the same time driving a finger into her moist hole. "Baby. You want it as much as I do. C'mon. What about it?"
He kissed her again, driving his finger deeper into her hot twat. Her legs shook as she felt it slide in, then ream out her tube tenderly. She knew she was wet by the slurping sounds it made as he twirled his finger around inside her.
"I ... I can't! I...! Don't, Howie! Please don't!"
She looked down and saw the tremendous bulge in the front of his pants. Her uterus contracted painfully. She wanted his cock! Badly! Reaching out, she closed her fingers around the shaft that was pushing his trousers out.
"That's it," he whispered. "Hold it, baby. See how big it is? I want to stick that clear up inside you."
Carol squeezed his prick, feeling the hard muscle throb in her hand. She was shaking, her breath coming in small gasps. She knew she was drunk, but it didn't matter. She wanted a fuck!
"I ... I don't know," she moaned. "I ... can't go to your place. I just can't!"
Howie glanced quickly at the open door. People were on the sidewalk, strolling across the opening, but no one was coming in. He slid down off his stool, his finger still buried in her cunt.
"Okay," he rasped. "We can do it here. In the back room. C'mon!"
He pulled his hand from her crotch and helped her down from her seat. She didn't resist, weakly allowing him to guide her to a door in the back. He opened it, turned on a light, and she saw it was full of beer cases and boxes of liquor.
"We can do it in here," Howie said urgently. "If anybody comes in, they'll figure I'm getting something in here. They won't bother us."
He took one last look at the bar, then closed the door. In a second he had his pants unzipped and was pushing his shorts aside to take his prick out.
Carol stared at his groping hand, then gasped as he pulled his shaft out the opening. It was a huge tool, thick and hairy. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen. He jerked the foreskin back, revealing a swollen purple head the size of a lemon, the skin stretched taut.
"Take your pants off," he grunted. "You can bend over and I'll stick it in from behind. You won't even get your dress wrinkled."
She hadn't taken her eyes off the immense shaft. Thoughts raced through her mind. The boys! The boys and their wonderful, clean tools that had hardly been used. Smooth cocks that were clean and young. Beautiful cocks that she loved to suck and have jammed into her twat.
Gazing at Howie's tremendous dong, she could imagine how many cunts it had been in; how many smelly holes it had penetrated, the filthy whores that had spread their legs to receive that big, hairy rod.
"Hurry up!" Howie said through clenched teeth. "I'm about ready to blow off as it is!"
She started to lift her dress, then stopped. "NO! NO!"
Spinning around quickly, she opened the door and dashed out into the bar. She stumbled against the stools to where she had been sitting and grabbed up her purse.
"HEY!" Howie shouted from the back room. "What the hell are you doing? Come back here, you bitch! Come back!"
Carol ran blindly out the front door. She hesitated on the sidewalk, then hurried to her car. She got in quickly, fumbled the key into the ignition, then sped away from the curb. A car slammed on its brakes, narrowly missing her as she drove off down the street, choking back the sobs in her throat.
She paid no attention to anything on the way home. Crazy thoughts occupied her mind. Irrational thoughts. Boys. The bar. Howie. Booze. The rape. Cecily. The minister. God! How could she have gotten herself into such a mess?
Amazingly, she arrived at the house without an accident. Leaving the car in the drive, she ran into the house and to the cupboard holding the small amount of liquor left. The apricot brandy was the nearest at hand, so she took the bottle down and poured herself a glassful.
She sank down at the dining room table and sipped on the brandy while she had a cigarette. As she sat there, she thought of the time she had thrown herself back on that very table to take Dale's cock. What a silly way to fuck!
After several more drinks, the liquor began to take affect and she went to the bedroom, threw herself face down on the bed, and passed out. Her foggy dreams were filled with young boys, with huge two-foot pricks, standing in a row, waving their hairy tools in the air as they teased her. She was being held by her sister and Cicily, while the minister paraded up and down in front of her, his hard-on sticking out from his pants.
When she awoke, she was soaking wet. After filling another glass with brandy, she took a hot shower and changed clothes, thinking all the while about the boys.
She was dressed and almost presentable when she reeled down the hallway and went directly to the phone. She dialed Tommy's number and waited as the phone rang in her ear.
"Hello?" It was Tommy.
"Hi. This is Carol Collins. Would you like to come over for a while?"
"I ... I don't think I can. My Mom wants me to clean out the garage this afternoon."
"Well, tell her I have a job for you. Tell her anything, but please come over. Please?"
"Okay. I'll tell her. I'll be right there."
Carol hung up, drained the glass in her hand, then went to pour another. Tommy was a good boy. He'd do what she wanted him to do. He wasn't dirty.
It was only a few minutes when there was a knock at the back door. Carol hurried to answer it. Tommy stood on the porch, his hands in his pockets, a broad smile on his face. She pulled him in, shut the door, then threw her arms around him.
"Ohhhh, Tommy! I need you so much! So much!" Then she kissed him on the lips, long and passionately.
"C'mon," she said. "Let's go in the living room. I want you so much I can't stand it."
She was already pulling her dress over her head when they arrived in the front room. Tommy began unbuttoning his shirt as she unhooked her bra and tossed it away. His eyes were hotly fastened on her huge titties as she slid the panties down. The big boobs hung almost to her waist as she bent over, the nipples hard and pointed.
His prick was standing stiffly out from his pelvis as he yanked his pants and shorts off. The long, thick shaft jerked and throbbed.
"Ohhh, Tommy! Tommy! Ohh, hurry!"
Carol knelt in front of him as soon as he was nude, taking his cock in her hand and kissing it from the base to the tip. She skinned it back, then licked at the swollen end, running her tongue around and around the purple rim.
Her mouth slipped over his hard dong, then she was sucking on it frantically, tugging and pulling with her lips as she applied suction so hard her cheeks puckered.
"Uuuuunnnggghh! Jesus! Oohhh, God! Oooohhhh!"
She cradled his balls in her hand and began milking them down, squeezing them gently. Her mouth went down his tool so far it was touching the back of her throat. She pulled back, nibbled at the end, teased his hole, then pushed her mouth back down the rod.
"CAROL! UUUNNNGGGHH! CAROL! WWHHUUFF! UUNNGGHH!"
"UUUMMMMM! UMMMM! UUUUUMMM!"
Reaching behind him, she ran her free hand down the crack of his ass to his bung hole. She eased a fingertip in, then shoved it all the way to the last knuckle, swirling it in his canal.
"AARRGGHH! UUMMFF! GOD! I'M GOING TO...! GOD!"
His ass was hunching and pumping at her face. His legs were trembling and shaking as he tried to jam his cock farther into her saliva filled mouth.
"I'M GOING TO CUUUUMM! MAMA! UUNNGGHH! OHHHH!"
His warm sperm gushed and spewed into her mouth, slamming against her tonsils and washing down her throat. She swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the tremendous flow spurting out the end of his pecker.
"GOD! GOD! MAAAMMAAAA! UUNNGGHHH!"
The boy stiffened where he stood, shook violently, then quieted into small spasms that made his body twitch. Carol let the last of his fluid drip onto her tongue, swallowed it, then licked his prick all over.
"Did you like that?" she asked, getting to her feet. "I know I did. You've got such a nice cock, Tommy."
"Ooohhh," he moaned. "Damn, Carol! You ... you drained me dry! I ... I didn't think there was so much of it."
"It was a lot, honey. But it was good. You can rest for a while, now. How would you like to lick my pussy while you're resting?"
Tommy glanced down at the dark hair around her twat. He licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah. I sure would."
"Beautiful." Carol walked to her chair and sat down, then slid forward until her ass was on the edge of the cushion.
"C'mon, honey. Get between my legs and do it to me."
His pecker was still stiff as he strode over, knelt, then laid his head on her belly just about the dark hair. He rested for a moment, breathing in the aroma from her cunny, then looked up at her.
"I really want to. I really do."
Carol smiled, then reached down with both hands to separate the lips of her moist twat. "Go ahead, dear. Eat me. Eat it."
Tommy nodded, then bent down with his tongue out to begin licking the pink, wet gash. He ran his hot tongue up and down her slit, lapping at the folds, her clit and her hole.
"Uuuummm!" she crooned. "Uuuummmmm! That's good, baby! Uuuummmm!"
She lifted her legs and gently draped them over his shoulders, letting them hang down his back. Then she removed her hands from her snatch and began running her fingers through his hair as his tongue wormed its way into her hole and began reaming it.
The boy was hunching his cock into the air as he licked and lapped at her twat. It was exciting to eat her pussy and make her get all hot and bothered. He was only a boy, and already he could get a woman so hot she had an orgasm.
"TOMMY! UUNNGGHHHH! OHHHHH! TOOOMMMYYYY!"
She was writhing and twisting in the chair, hunching her cunt up to his mouth, digging her heels into his back. Her eyes were closed, and her big tits were heaving as she felt the thrill of his tongue delving into her twat, rimming and licking.
Carol had gripped the arms of the chair and lifted her ass completely off the cushion as the orgasm sped like lightning through her body. Her pussy enveloped the boy's nose and mouth, almost smothering him as she lunged upward, forcing her snatch against his hot tongue.
"OOOHHHHHHH, MY GOOOOODDD!"
Carol stopped moving instantly. That scream hadn't come from her throat! She opened her eyes and there, standing in the middle of the room, was Tommy's mother!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the woman shouted. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BOY? STOP IT! STOP! STOP IT! OHHHHH, MY GOD!"
Tommy had thrown himself backwards at the sound of his mother's voice. He had fallen on his side, and was staring up in stark terror at her, his mouth open, his face covered with Carol's juices.
The woman was trying to say something more. Her mouth was working rapidly, but no sound came forth. She was shaking from head to foot, and her face was fiery red.
Carol leaped up, ran to her dress, and frantically slipped it over her head, tearing the sides in her hurry. When she had pulled it down, she looked at Tommy's mother with fear and apprehension etched on her face.
"You bitch!" the woman said quietly. "You filthy, dirty, no account whore! I was coming to get Tommy to come home, and I heard you screaming. I came in, and ... and...! Oh, my God! How could you? How could you?"
Carol started to speak, but a sob choked in her throat.
The woman began collecting Tommy's clothes, tossing them to him a piece at a time. He remained sitting on the floor, his eyes wide with fright.
"Get dressed, Tommy." Her voice cracked. "Get dressed so we can get out of here."
She looked again at Carol, and Carol thought the woman was going to attack her. Instead she backed away, still quivering.
"How could you?" she asked again. "You! Old enough to be his mother! And making him do something like that! You must be the most despicable person in the world. If I didn't have to drag my son into it, I'd have you arrested. You whore!"
Tommy had gotten up and dressed. He was standing on one foot, trying to get his shoe on when the woman turned to him and hit him across the face. He staggered., then fell.
"Get up! Get up! Get your clothes on! So that's why you always wanted to come here!" She wanted to say more, but she began to cry.
The boy had his shoes on, and was backing towards the door. His mother followed him, taking him by the arm, and leading him out. The door slammed so hard it shook the house.
Carol staggered to the kitchen, so shaken by the experience she was giddy. Opening a cupboard, she took out the first bottle at hand and began filling a glass. It was gin, and she choked on the first swallow.
She poured the glass into the sink and took out a bottle of brandy to refill the glass. Then she weaved to the dining room table to sink down, exhausted.
She was doomed. There was no way out now. Even though her neighbor had said she wouldn't report her, the word would get out. It always did. Or the other boys would talk, sooner or later. It was only a matter of time before her secret was common knowledge.
And there was no one to turn to. She had even desecrated her own sister's home. She had thrown Dale out on his ear. And there was no one else left. No even Cecily, her best friend. The end had come. She was lost.
Carol lowered her head to the table and began to cry. Her sobs echoed through the house until it was dark. Then she slowly lifted her head, drained the glass, and went to get another.
She continued to drink until she was numb. Everything in the house; every combination possible. She turned every light in the house on, afraid of the shadows that seemed to leap out at her from every nook and cranny.
She turned the TV on, hoping the noise would drown out her own insidious thoughts. But nothing helped.
Finally, she made up her mind. She took a shower, put on a pair of slacks and a tight wool sweater, and brushed out her beautiful auburn hair.
Then, she carefully packed a small overnight case, put what she could in a big shoulder handbag, and took one last look through every room in her expensive, and once comfortable house.
She fixed one final drink, toasted herself in the big mirror in the living room, then threw the glass through the TV screen.
Leaving all the lights on, she went out the back door, not bothering to lock it, and climbed into the convertible. After she put the top up, she backed out the drive, glancing occasionally at the brightly lit windows of the home she had known for so long.
With tears in her eyes, and her chest heaving from the sobs that were almost strangling her, she drove off down the street without a backward glance.
She knew exactly where she was going and why, and drove with precision skill, even though she was half blasted. The warm summer smells filled the car as she sped down the main avenues, heading for downtown.
She had to go back to where it all started.
CHAPTER TEN
When she reached the auditorium area, Carol drove up and down the street slowly, searching the faces of all the people on the sidewalks, looking for one of the boys. She wasn't sure exactly where they hung out, but knew that Dinky lived around there someplace.
After she had cruised the area for an hour with no success, she began to get nervous, and her body began to tremble. There was no alternative for her. She had to find them. She lit a cigarette with shaking fingers, then decided she needed a quick drink.
The experience in the bar had been hideous, and she didn't want to try that again. So she searched for a liquor store, bought a pint of brandy, then parked near the auditorium to take a drink directly from the bottle.
If she had been sane and sensible, she would have realized that a lone woman driving around that area at night in a very expensive car would arouse curiosity. But when the passers-by stared at her in wonder, she felt they were looking directly into her soul, and it unnerved her.
She had almost given up hope, and was going to drive straight to the shack where she had been assaulted, when she saw a young man strolling up the street with a girl hanging on his arm. She peered closely at the boy, and saw it was Andy.
Swerving in to the curb, she honked her horn several times and waited. Andy recognized the car. He left his girl on the sidewalk and strode over, opening the passenger door to lean in and make sure it was her.
"Well! What are you doing down here? I thought you were through with cruds like us."
"Oh, Andy, don't! I'm sorry for what happened. Are you busy?" She knew it was a silly question, with the girl still standing, waiting, but her mind wasn't functioning too well.
"Oh, not so's you'd notice. That dame is just some pig I picked up a little while ago. Why?"
"Could you get rid of her? Could you drop her and come with me?"
"I don't know. Where to?"
"Wherever you say. I . ... I just want to be with you for a while."
Andy snorted and sat down in the seat, staring at her with his piercing black eyes.
"You think I should give up a sure thing just to talk to you? What's in it for me?"
"Andy, I...! Oh, please. Don't make this so hard for me. I ... I'll do whatever you say. Just get rid of her and come with me."
The boy studied her face for a moment. Then he glanced down at the seat between them and saw the bottle of liquor, some of it gone. He smiled knowingly, and nodded. Sliding out, he walked over to the girl and spoke to her so quietly Carol wasn't able to hear a word.
"Okay, you sonofabitch," the girl spat, then turned on her heel and walked haughtily off, her well-rounded ass swirling.
Andy watched her go, laughed, then returned to the car, a wide grin on his face. He climbed in, slammed the door, then leaned back, crossing her legs.
"Okay, lady. Let's go!"
Carol started the engine, glanced in the rear view mirror, then pulled out into the street. She was so nervous her legs were quivering.
"Can we go to the ... the shack? I mean, is anybody else there?"
"Nope. I'm in charge of the place. If any of the guys want to use it, they have to ask me. Besides, I'm the only one who has a key to the lock." He paused. "Why do you want to go there? Why not your place?"
"I ... I don't want to go there. Not tonight. Does it make any difference?"
"Shit no! Do you want to fuck?"
Carol nodded her head silently, her eyes straight ahead.
"Okay, then. I told you we had a bed and everything. We even cleaned the place up. It ain't so bad, now."
Andy picked up the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a long drink of the fiery liquid. He coughed and gasped, then put the cap back on.
"Can't you go any faster?" he said. "I got a hard-on, and my balls are aching."
"Yes," she whispered. "I'll hurry."
Carol bounced the car over the rough road that weaved back into the trees, stopping in front of the shanty. In the glare of the headlights, it looked even worse than she had remembered. She turned off the motor, the lights, then put the bottle in her purse and got out.
Andy was already at the door, fumbling with a padlock on the jam. Carol heard the click, then he threw the door open and stepped inside. She waited while he lit the kerosene lamp, then went in, shutting the door.
The floor had been cleaned. There was a different table, and against the wall was an old four poster bed, an army blanket stretched across it. A half dozen assorted pillows were scattered over the blanket, but it was still apparent the mattress sagged in the middle.
"Well, here it is," Andy said proudly. "Take off your gear, and we'll get with it."
"Alright. Just a minute." Carol set her purse on the old table, then took out the bottle and swallowed several mouthfuls from it. Then she put the bottle down and slipped her sweater off over her head. She quickly undid her bra, tossing it on the table with her sweater, then crossed the room to Andy, who had his shirt off.
"Ohhh, Andy!" she groaned, throwing her arms around him, pressing her titties against his bare chest and kissing him with a hot passion.
She. could feel his cock against her pelvis, the hard shaft throbbing as she ground her cunt against it. He was ready, but Carol wanted to make it last as long as she could.
Andy pulled away, then bent down to kiss each of her tits all over, taking her nipples in his mouth and gently sucking on them. When he raised up, his eyes were glassy.
"Let's take 'em all off," he said gruffly.
Carol returned to the table and kicked off her shoes. Then she slid her slacks and panties off at the same time, carefully folding them before placing them on the table. When she turned, Andy stood naked, his huge pecker dancing with desire as he stared at her lush body.
"Ooooooh, baby!" Carol moaned, then ran to the bed to throw herself on her back. "C'mon, honey! Hurry! Get that big cock inside me!"
The boy stared at the moist, pink gash between her legs and his prick started jumping up and down so hard it jiggled his balls. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavily as he climbed up between her open thighs and laid his hard shaft on her bush.
Carol reached down and frantically grasped his hard tool. She inserted the tip between the lips of her gash and rubbed it up and down, thrilling at the sensation it gave her.
"Oooooohhh, God!" the boy groaned. "Stick it in! Ohhh, Jesus! Uuuunnnggghh!"
She slipped the end of his shaft into her hole, then drew her hand back. Throwing her legs around him, she dug her heels into his ass and pulled him down to her, forcing his dong deep into her snatch.
"Carol! Aaarrggghhh! Ohh, God, what a cunt! Uuunngghh!"
"What a cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Uuuummm! Oh, honey! Harder! Do it harder! Your balls are hitting my asshole! Oh, baby! Your cock is so big! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oooohhhh!"
She lifted her legs, pointing her feet at the ceiling as the huge tool slithered in and out of her tube, sending thrill after thrill through her body. The tip of his dong was slamming against her womb. She squeezed her twat tight, holding his rod with her tissues as he hunched and pumped into her.
Warm fluid spewed from the end of his dick, pounding hard against her uterus. Waves of giddiness rolled over her as his juice gushed into her, filling her tube and flowing back out of run down over her asshole.
She buried her face in his neck, her mouth open, gasping.
They jerked and twisted, quivered and quaked, then Andy sank down on top of her, his chest heaving.
"God!" he groaned. "Oh, God! Uuufff! Oooohhh!"
"Baby, baby, baby," she cooed. "Ooooohhh, Andy! That was wonderful! Oh, how I've wanted that! Uuuummm!"
"Me, too," he grunted, his face buried in her hair.
Carol turned on her side, rolling him off. His cock slid from her twat easily, making a slurping sound. She slid down on the bed and began licking his cock off, using her tongue to lap up the mingled juices.
She was just raising up from his still throbbing dong when the door flew open and Ringo came in, followed by Zippy. They stood near the doorway, smiling as they stared at the naked couple on the bed.
"Well, we thought we'd find you here," Ringo said.
"How come?" Andy raised up on one elbow, obviously angry that they were interrupted.
"Nancy told us some gal came by in a fancy car and picked you up," Zippy leered. "We figured you might come here with her. How was it? Is she still a good fuck?" He slammed the door shut.
"Andy, I thought...?" Carol was holding a pillow in front of her, looking fearfully at the newcomers.
"Aw, it's okay," Andy said. "What the hell. They got as much right here as I do."
"You gonna let us dick her?" Ringo asked Andy. "You gonna keep her to yourself or share?"
Andy nodded his head towards Carol, "it's up to her. If she wants to, it's okay with me."
"Whadda ya say, lady?" Zippy asked. "Can we get a little ass, too?"
Carol stared at the boys. There was no use to fight. She was stark naked in front of them, and she knew they wouldn't turn around and leave without wanting something. They would even force her, if she didn't comply.
"I guess so," she sighed. "Why not?" She tossed the pillow aside that she had been holding in front of her and laid back.
"God, what a body," Ringo gasped as he unbuckled his belt. "I'm next, Zippy. You have to wait your turn."
"Aw, fuck!" Zippy said. "Why can't she do both of us at once? She could blow one of us while the other dicks her."
Ringo nodded in agreement. "How about it, lady? Can you take care of both of us at the same time?"
Carol looked over at Andy for support, but he was lying on his back with his eyes closed. He had blown his wad, and for the moment he had no interest in what was going on.
"Alright," Carol said quietly. "I'll do it. But just the one time. That's it."
"Okay by us," Ringo grinned. He was completely undressed as he walked to the bed.
Crawling up between Carol and Andy, he laid down on his back, his stiff shaft pulsing as it pointed upwards. Carol got to her knees and moved over between his outspread legs. She positioned herself over his prick, then leaned down and pulled the foreskin back.
Using her tongue, she -rimmed the head, then licked the rod all the way down. Ringo squirmed silently until she opened her mouth and covered the tip with her lips.
"Uuuuuunnngghh!" he gasped. "UuuuUnngghhh!"
Carol had just slipped her mouth down his prick, sucking hard when she felt Zippy behind her. The boy had grabbed her by the waist with one hand while he guided his tool into her cunt with the other.
As the hot shaft slid into her pussy, Carol trembled with excitement. She had never had two at once. Sucking one boy and getting fucked by another at the same time. It was the most wonderful experience she had ever had.
Zippy's prick continued to penetrate her twat as she began bobbing her head on Ringo's hard staff. When her cunny was full of dick, her womb being pushed and banged against, she lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment.
Andy rolled off the bed and stood up. He backed away to watch the copulation. Zippy was hunching his ass frantically, pumping his long tool into Carol's twat. Each time it appeared, sliding from her hole, it was covered with juices, shiny and gleaming.
Carol's head was nodding up and down as she sucked and pulled on Ringo's prick. Her cheeks were puckered as she tried to suck his juices up from his balls. Her big titties were swaying back and forth, hanging under her like udders.
"UUUMMMM!" Carol moaned, deep in her throat.
Ringo was writhing and twisting, hunching his ass up off the bed as he tried to force his shaft deeper into her mouth.
"SUCK IT! BLOW ME! SUCK ME OFF! UUUNNGGHHH! OHHHHH, GOD! UUMMFFFF! DO IT! SUCK ME! UUNNGGHHHH!"
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Zippy was gasping as he slammed his tool harder and harder, his eyes closed and his hand held her hips tightly.
Ringo shot off first, arching his back off the bed as his sperm spewed into Carol's waiting mouth. He whimpered as she continued to tug and pull at his dong, sucking the very last drops as she swallowed quickly. Her mouth still covered his rod when she felt Zippy's warm cream slam into her, spurting against her uterus.
With both of the boys cuming at the same time, she couldn't hold back. Violent tremors seized her body, and she shook in sheer ecstasy as the thrill tingled every nerve.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Zippy shouted. "UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"CHRIST! OHHHH, CHRIST!" Ringo cried, his face contorted with pleasant agony. "AARRGGHHHH!"
As Carol licked Ringo's dick off, Zippy pulled his shaft from her cunt and sank back on the bed, exhausted. She tongued the juice from the still swollen pecker, then rolled over to get off the bed.
"Goddamn!" Andy smiled. "That was really something to see! It got me hot all over again!"
Carol grinned, took his tool in her hand and gave it a playful squeeze. Then she walked over to the table and took a long swig from the bottle. She lit a cigarette, then jumped up to sit on the unpolished wood.
"Well, you guys. Did you all get your nuts off?"
"Jesus, yes!" Ringo sighed, rubbing his prick tenderly.
"You're really a good fuck," Zippy almost whispered as he squatted on the army blanket.
"Alright, then," Carol smiled. "One of you is going to do something for me. Which one of you wants to eat me?"
Andy looked over at her. Sitting on the table, she had her legs spread wide, and he could see the pink slit surrounded by dark hair. Even though his and Zippy's cum was still oozing from her hole, he wanted to tongue it.
"I will," he said. "You want it now?"
"Hell, yes! Right now. But I want the other guys to have some fun too. Zippy, lay down next to Ringo, but leave room for me in between."
Zippy got on his back. Carol got down from the table and went to the bed, where she crawled up between the two boys. She reached out and took each of their stiff shafts in her hands, then spread her thighs wide.
"Okay, Andy. Get down there and lick me. I'll jack these two off while you eat my cunny."
Andy was grinning as he mounted the bed and knelt down over her twat. He kissed her entire pelvis, her hair, her thighs, her slit, then he stuck his tongue out and began to lap at the delicious gash.
"Oooohhh," Carol moaned as both her hands began to go up and down on the other boys' dicks. She closed her eyes and smiled happily as Andy sucked on her clit, then thrust his hot tongue into her hole, rimming it. "Oooooohhb! That's it! Oh, Andy! Eat it! Eat me! Ummmmm!"
While Andy did fantastic things to her pussy, Carol began to increase the tempo of her pumping on the shafts. She held them tightly, feeling the enlarged muscles grow under her hands as she pumped on them. Both boys were hunching their asses, raising up to meet her downward thrusts.
"Uuuunngghhh!" Ringo moaned. "It don't feel like that when I do it. Uuuunngghh!"
"Ohhh, Christ!" Zippy whimpered. "Ooooohhh! Do it faster! Faster! Aarrgghhhh!"
"Eat me, Andy!" Carol wailed. "Eat that pussy! Rim it! Do it to me! Make me cuuummmmm!"
Almost at the same moment, Zippy and Ringo lifted up off the bed, then white cream was squirting from the ends of their peckers, showering their bellies, and Carol's hands and arms.
"NOW! GOD, NOW! EAT ME! EAT ME!
OOOHHH!"
Carol twisted and turned, still holding the shooting cocks as she exploded in orgasm. Her cunny enveloped Andy's face as she writhed and hunched up to him, forcing the lips of her twat over his mouth and nose.
At the moment Carol screamed, Andy shot his load off into the blanket, his ass hunching and pumping his dick into the coarse material as he blew his cum.
Then everything was quiet in the one-room shack, except for the heavy breathing echoing from the walls. One by one they got up, wet and sticky from cum, happy and content. Carol was the last to stand. She reeled to the bottle and drank thirstily, then toasted the boys.
"Here's to us. What a nice way to spend an evening."
"We better get dressed and get out of here," Ringo said. He was already putting his jeans on. "We don't want to get caught like this."
"Right," Zippy agreed, going to his pile of clothes.
"I think Andy and I will just stay here for a while. What do you say to that, honey?" Carol put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to brush her tit against his chest.
"Well, I don't know. If I'm not back pretty soon, my old man will call the cops again. I'm supposed to be on probation, you know."
"Oh," Carol said sadly. "Well, in that case..!"
She picked up her panties from the table and slipped them on, then got into her slacks as Andy began dressing. When they were all ready, Carol offered to drop them off at the auditorium on her way home, and they accepted.
The ride was quiet. Each had satisfied their urges that evening, and they were silently enjoying the feeling of complete contentment. All, that is, except Carol.
She was still undecided as to what to do. She didn't want to return to her house, but there was no place else to go. She had money for a motel, but that couldn't go on forever. When she stopped to let the boys out, she had made up her mind to go back. She had no choice. And perhaps in the morning, she could make definite plans to move out of town. Find someplace else to live. " 'Night," the boys said in unison.
"'Bye, guys. And thanks. It was really something."
She put the car in gear and went back to the brightly lit house that held such loneliness for her. On the way she stopped at a liquor store, bought several bottles, then went home.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A knock at the door woke Carol out of her stupor. She had drunk herself into unconsciousness late into the night, and had fallen asleep in her chair. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, then tried to stand. Her legs were rubbery, and she had difficulty, but finally managed to weave to the front door and open it.
Two beefy men were standing there, dressed in suits, their faces drawn into a scowl.
"Y ... Y ... Yes?"
"Mrs. Collins?"
"Yes?"
The man in front drew forth a small wallet and opened it. It contained an identification card and a badge.
"We're from the Sheriffs Office. We have a warrant for you. Can we come in?"
"Ooohhh, no! Ohhhh, God!" Carol backed away from the door, and the two men came in, shutting it.
"You're not under arrest, Mrs. Collins. A court order has been filed to insure that you undergo psychiatric treatment. We've come to take you to the hospital."
"But ... but I don't understand! Why? Who...?"
"It was your sister. One of your neighbors contacted her, and it seems they found they had the same story. About you and the boys. Your sister thought it best if you went to a doctor to find out why you did those things." He paused. "Is there anything you want to take with you? Any extra clothes or anything?"
"But...! But I...! You can't do this!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we can. Here's the order. Now, why don't you pack a small bag, and we'll get going."
Carol sank to the floor, wailing and crying, beating her fists against the rug. The two men picked her up gently and carried her to the car parked in front.
All the lights were still burning in the house as they drove away.
