Dolly was drinking boiler-makers, a shot followed by a beer. She walked around her house as if in a daze, stopping here and there to curse a pile of dishes in the sink, stopping here and there to curse her husband, Luke, because he just didn't understand the torture that her life was. She was naked, or almost so. Just a babydoll pajama top. But she liked being this way. Luke wouldn't approve, of course, but fuck him, she thought. Her mainstream of thought was for the milkman, who was due any time. Ahh, the milkman! Her only port of rescue!
She had no way of knowing that her husband's nephew, Jett, was chugging along in his beat-up old Ford, having decided that he'd never make his brother Dave's house, and that his nearest port of rescue was his Uncle Luke's house. The old wreck of a car that he had driven to the city to "make his fortune" was giving out, grunt by groaning grunt of its hot engine.
When young Jett had planned the adventurous trip, he'd pinpointed on the map two places of refuge where he could stay while he looked for a job-his brother Dave's, on the far side of town, and his uncle Luke's, whose house should be only a block or two off this highway.
The choice was obvious.
A few minutes later, he brought the ancient Model B coupe to a halt in the driveway of a modern split-level house. It was Jett's first time in the city, and he looked at the house with apprehension. It was not yet noon, and Uncle Luke would surely be at work now, and his two girl cousins in school. Which would leave only his Aunt Dolly at home-if she were home and had not gone off anywhere.
He almost hoped that she was gone. He could curl up on the car seat and sleep till his cousins or his uncle came home. He felt a little hesitant about walking in on his aunt and surprising her like this, without any warning of his visit. And she wasn't even his real aunt, having married his Uncle Luke only a few years before. She'd come out to the Lanigan farm with Luke shortly after the wedding, and that was the only time that he had ever seen her. His memory of her was vague. Of course, five years before he'd been only thirteen and not much interested in lady relatives.
So he sat with his hands on the steering wheel for a moment, then finally pushed away with a sigh and got out of the car. He rubbed the palms of his hands on the thighs of his dungarees and approached the house.
Inside the house, Aunt Dolly punched a hole in the top of another can of beer and chug-a-lugged almost half of it before she set it down on the counter by the sink. She scowled out the window at the rattletrap car that had died at the end of the driveway and wondered who in the world the boy was who was getting out of it.
She looked down at herself. Maybe she should put something on over her babydoll pajama top-or perhaps even a pair of panties under it. She shrugged. To hell with it. If he didn't like it he could leave as easily as he came in. She was puzzled, though. He certainly wasn't a salesman, not looking the way he did. And he was young, tall, built like a heavyweight fighter with strong thighs that filled his pants legs snugly, and a prominent bulge where the vault with the family jewels was tucked.
She shrugged again, touching a hand to her hair. Not that it needed attention. She had taken pains with her hair and makeup that morning and she knew she looked good. It was Monday and the milkman came on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday this week. It was her good week. On alternate weeks she had him only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because the girls were home on Saturday, his third delivery day.
So she had fixed her hair and put on her sheerest babydoll pajama top, leaving off the bottoms for the sake of convenience, and knowing what the sight of her bush through the sheer nylon would do to the milkman. She smiled at the thought and reached for the kitchen door as the husky, jean-clad youth came up on the stoop.
"Howdy," he said, smiling. "Can I come in?"
"I guess."
She stepped back and let him in. She was frowning. He sounded so familiar, and looked familiar, too. He walked into the center of the kitchen and turned around. She had closed the door and was standing with her back to it, leaning on the knob. She was younger than he'd expected, not more than thirty, with clear even features and a mass of yellow hair that was darkening at the roots. She was dressed in a pajama top that came just below her crotch and might almost not have been there. It was so filmy that he could plainly see the dark nipples that crowned huge, rounded breasts, and the dark triangular jungle at the base of her belly. He gulped.
The top had a clinging quality that molded itself to her figure, which was lush and voluptuous. While her breasts were large and full and lacked the support of a bra, they sagged only slightly on her chest. The nipples with their large brown aureoles were clearly out-lined, and he was surprised to see how big and erect they were, like thimbles.
"What in hell is that thing out in the yard?" she demanded, coming a step closer to him. He could smell alcohol and, glancing toward the sink, he saw an open can of beer sitting on the counter top.
"You mean my car?"
"Is that a car? It sounds like a locomotive and looks like a joke."
"It's not much," he said deprecatingly. "Papa didn't even want me to drive it this far. He wanted me to come on the bus. He said he'd give me the fare, but I didn't think that was right."
"Why in hell not? That thing out there's a hazard to whoever's driving it and whoever's anywhere near it on the road."
"Well, it's mine," he said defensively. "I mean somebody gave it to me and I got it running and I've driven it for two years now and it never gave me any trouble and I figured I could come this far in it." He paused. "And I did."
"Well, I doubt like hell it'll take you any further."
"Probably not till I do a little work on it," he admitted ruefully.
"Don't look like it's worth working on. You'd be better off pushing it over a cliff and buying yourself something a little more reliable. Like a bicycle."
"Well," he blushed. Jett blushed a lot. It kind of went with his fair complexion and his crop of dark red curly hair. With his wide shoulders and open-eyed look of innocence he looked not unlike Li'l Abner. "I figure to buy something a little better when I can afford to. That's why I came to the city. To seek my fortune."
He spoke gravely and she looked at him oddly, but didn't laugh. There was something too earnest and appealing about this handsome young giant of a boy to laugh at. She walked to the counter, picked up her beer and took a drink from the can. When she tilted her head back her body arched and her breasts thrust up and her hips tilted so that the hairy mound at the apex of her thighs was clearly out-lined. He had a hard time pulling his eyes away. He gulped.
She straightened up then and looked at him. The milkman was due any minute now and she had to get rid of this young fugitive from a plow handle.
"I don't blame you for that," she said. "It sure don't pay to try and make your fortune in the country these days.-Unless you've already got a thousand acres or so, and then the government'll help you live comfortably by paying you not to plant it. But tell me something, if you will."
"Why, sure, if I can."
"Why in hell did you wheel that antique chariot into my driveway?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Aunt Dolly. I know this is a terrible thing for me to do, to drop in to visit without giving you any warning at all. It was a spur-of-the-moment idea. I couldn't get no job around home and I didn't have any money, and I just up from the breakfast table yesterday and said I was going off to the city to seek my fortune.", Aunt Dolly buried the fingers of one hand into her darkening blond hair and stared at him open-mouthed for a minute. "You can't mean! But you are! You're Jett Lanigan, Luke's nephew!"
"That's right. You remembered me right off. It's like I told Ma-that it'd be all right. I had the urge to leave the farm and I had to go. When a man decides he has to do something, he has to up and do it while the urge is hot on him-strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. Ma said I ought to wait till she could write a letter to you folks but I told her I had to go then or I'd change my mind and then I'd be forever sorry."
"You've sure grown," she breathed, her eyes going over his broad chest, flat stomach, and lean hips.
"I'm eighteen now," he said proudly.
He was an outsized youth with shoulders like a pro football lineman, arms like Rocky Marciano; and yet his body tapered to a narrow waist and hips. His dungarees were faded from many washes and fit right on his legs and around his hips. She stared at the bulge that gave prominent evidence to the suspicion that Jett was outsized in his sex organs, too.
"You were scrawny when I saw you last. You've changed some." She paused while her eyes continued to devour him. She shook her head. "Imagine having something like you right here in our family and I never knew it."...." and so I set out yesterday morning after breakfast and here I am," he finished his story.
"My God, what a trip in that old thing! You couldn't have averaged more than thirty miles an hour."-(
"Hardly that," he said. "I had to stop a few times to fix tires and such. And then I stopped to sleep a little during the night."
"You mean that's all the rest you have had? You poor kid. You must be tired. Can I get you a beer? Or anything?"
"Golly, no. That's all right. I don't drink beer. Just never started. Not that I've got anything against others drinking," he added hastily, glancing at the can in her hand. "But is it all right? I mean, for me to stay here for a while?"
"Sure! I wouldn't have it any other way. I'd have been insulted if you'd gone anywhere else. Of course you can stay with us. As long as you want." But underneath the warm display of hospitality her mind wrestled with the problem of getting him out of the way before the milkman came.
"Well, I want to be on my own. But if I could stay here till I got a job and a little money ahead, then I could get a room somewhere." v
"I wouldn't hear of it," she said. "And I know Luke wouldn't want you to stay anywhere but here." As she studied him, he had the vague feeling of somehow being evaluated like a steer on the auction block.
"I'd want to pay you for my meals and all the trouble."
"I don't think there's going to be any trouble," she said, nodding, a sensual smile resting lightly on her mouth. She was breathing more heavily now, and as her breasts rose and fell Jett's eyes fastened on the huge nipples, clearly out-lined in the fabric; they were uptilted, pointing at him.
"I could go on over to my brother Dave's," he said.
"Charming boy, too," she murmured. "But clear on the other side of town. Stay with us a while till you get settled and decide what you want to do." The more she studied him, the more attractive became the thought of having a boy of his obvious talents staying in the house. The thought of the milkman began to recede in her mind.
"Well, thanks. I appreciate this."
"And now you're tired, aren't you?"
"Well, I didn't get much sleep in the car last night," he admitted. "And I could use a shower."
"Here, let me show you."
She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, up a half-flight of stairs, through a short hall, a bedroom off the hall, and into a bath that opened off the bedroom. Her hand was soft and warm and felt moist in his. As they walked she squeezed his hand a few times and smiled at him. "She's really a fine-looking woman," he thought, and much younger than he'd remembered. Well, a boy of thirteen looks at females in a different way from when he's grown to adult size. "And she does have marvelous tits," he thought, and wondered vaguely how it would feel to squeeze them, then blushed at the idea.
"You take as long as you like in the shower," she murmured, her head cocked to one side as she thought she heard the sound of a delivery truck. "I'll get some pajamas of Luke's that you can wear, and then you can take a nap."
She left him then and hurried back to the kitchen. The milkman was just closing the door behind him, his milk carrier in one hand. He grinned appreciatively at her and met her midway in the room, his arms going around her, straining her to him, his mouth opening on hers.
Her fingers dug into his shoulder, her mouth a hot, voracious animal as it worked on his, sucking his lips, his tongue. He slid his hands down her back and cupped the cheeks of her ass in his broad palms, under her pajama top, squeezing the rubbery flesh, pulling her against him till the stiff erection of his cock bit into her through the heavy trouser material.
"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," he said, trying to turn her and lead her from the room.
"I can't!" she wailed. "Didn't you see that old car out there?"
"Yeah. I thought it was something Luke had brought home to work on."
"Well, it isn't. It belongs to his nephew. He's here now! Taking a shower. We can't go up there."
"What's he doing here?"
"He came to stay with us for a while."
"What are we going to do, Dolly?" He spoke in an injured tone, as if she'd brought her nephew there deliberately to frustrate him.
"I don't know! We can't go in the bedroom, though. He might come out of the shower any minute."
"What about Wednesday, Dolly? What about Wednesday?"
"I don't know-maybe he'll be working. Maybe he won't be in the way then."
"I been looking forward to a little time with you," he said reproachfully.
"Well, my God! I can't help it. I been looking forward to it too."
"Have you? Have you really, Dolly?"
"You know I have."
"You're the high spot of my week, Dolly. And those weeks when I can see you three times, it's great, Dolly!"
He squeezed her ass even tighter and kissed her hard and long, his tongue stroking in and out of her mouth. She broke the kiss finally, pulling her head back.
"Puhleeze!"
"Please, hell, Dolly!" He was gasping. "You don't know how I feel-how much I need you, need your warmth, your closeness!"
"I think I know." She was struggling to get free of him. "But we can't do it now!"
"Here, Dolly! Right here! He'll never know. He's back there in the shower. God, Dolly! The way I feel, it won't take me more'n a minute.
We'll be done before he's dry."
He unzipped his pants and freed his cock so that it stood out from his body, straight and stiff, bone-hard, quivering. He reached for her, grabbed her by the wrists, then pulled her with him as he backed to a chair and sat down on it.
"Come on, you hot, gorgeous hunk of woman! Come sit on papa's lap and whisper in his ear."
"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested, but let him pull her to him.
"It's all right, baby. We need it. God! How I need it. I been wanting to do this to you for days."
"And I been wanting you, too," she whispered as she straddled his lap, her cunt positioning itself at the end of his cock, then slowly sliding down over it as she impaled herself on his rigid upright shaft.
"Oh, that feels so good," he whispered, his arms around her. "You've got the tightest, sweetest pussy in the world, baby. It feels so good when that sweet hot cunt grabs onto my meat and squeezes it just like an ever-loving hand."
She wriggled her fanny on his lap, seating him deep within her, her knees coming up and her feet catching in the rungs of the chair. "Do you like that?" she asked as she wriggled around, moving her hips in a slow,' circular movement.
"Do I like that? Oh, do I like that!" he gasped as he jerked in the chair, thrusting up as much as he could. "You got the tightest, sweetest, juiciest pussy I've ever had. I like fucking you like I like eating and breathing. Your cunt's like a hot wet glove on my cock ... that's it, keep going ... oh, Dolly, you got an educated snatch ... that's great, don't ever stop ... I want to fuck you this way till Judgment Day and I hope it never comes!"
She rolled her pelvis, tilting it up and back in a rocking motion, the movement sliding his love stick in and out of her seething channel in an exquisitely sensual way that inched them both nearer and nearer, but, oh, so lovingly and slowly.
"Oh, great!" he cried as she rocked. "Your sweet twitching cunt, your cock-squeezing cunt, is milking my rod ... it feels so good, like forever, why don't we just fuck forever, just you and me and that great sweet, snapping, juicy, honey-dripping pussy of yours that's driving me right out of my ever-loving mind! Oh, oh, ohhh, fuck me, Dolly, Dolly, faster, faster, fuck me faster, faster!"
"Oh, honey!" she moaned in answer. "I feel it coming! I can feel it coming clear up from my toes. It's like the shock wave of ah earthquake, honey. I'm trembling and I'm going to blow my rocks like Mount Vesuvius ... oh, sweetheart, that great big cock of yours is driving right up through me, driving clear up to my heart ... that great big hammer is pounding me to paradise ... oh honey . .
Her voice trailed off into whimpering silence as she rolled and bounced on his cock.
Into the sweaty, grunting half-silence that followed her words, there came a hesitant voice: "Aunt Dolly?"
Her body stilled and she made a strangling noise in her throat, then looked over at the boy who stood in the doorway to the kitchen with a towel knotted around his middle.
CHAPTER TWO
"Are you busy?" Jett frowned. All he could see was that his aunt was sitting astride a man's lap, the top of her babydoll pajamas falling around her, covering his legs where she was sitting. Her arms were around the man's neck and her face was very close to his.
"What is it, Jett?"
"You said you were going to get me some pajamas."
She cleared her throat before she could speak clearly. "Yes, of course. You-you go back in the bedroom and I'll be there in a minute. I've-I've got to finish getting a cinder out of his eye." She gestured feebly. "The milkman. He can't drive the truck with a cinder in his eye."
"Oh, sure, Aunt Dolly. I can wait." He obediently turned and left the room.
The seated man exhaled a breath of bitter anguish, then jerked his hips upward in futile effort to reclaim the passion of a moment be fore. The buxom, voluptuous woman on his lap looked at him critically. She could feel the change in his cock as it lay within her vagina-had felt its shrinking state as the voice of Jett Lanigan had startled him into total eclipse, softening, shriveling, shrinking, till the contraction of her cunt forced it out of her completely. "Oh, Dolly!" he cried.
"Sorry," she said, getting up. "That killed it for now. Maybe we'll have better luck Wednesday. I'll try to get him out of the house."
With that she left him to find his own way out, and went in search of pajamas for Jett to wear. He was standing in the middle of the master bedroom when she walked in, still clad in only the towel he'd worn in the kitchen.
"Well, I got it out," announced Dolly.
"Got it out?" He looked at her blankly.
"The cinder, his eye, remember?"
"Oh, yes!"
"He's gone." She looked him up and down critically. "Why don't you sleep in the raw?"
"The raw?"
"Yeah. You know, no clothes. You're a lot bigger than Luke. I don't think any of his stuff would fit you."
"Well, look, I don't want to be a bother. I can just slip my clothes on and lay down on the couch or something."
"Not in those clothes," she said firmly.
"You've slept in them one night already. I'm going to throw them in the washer before they start walking around by themselves."
"I'll just go to the car. I've got some things in a suitcase there."
"Just never mind," she said, eyeing him up and down, an idea glimmering in the back of her mind. "You're all fresh and clean from the shower and you're going to bed. Hell, what's wrong with sleeping in the raw? I always do. I hate to wear anything to bed. Hell, I hate to wear anything any of the time as far as that goes. That's why I run around half-naked. Luke says I'm a nudist by inclination and I guess he's right. They've got the right idea about a lot of things."
"Who-who's that, Aunt Dolly?"
"Nudists. You know, the back-to-nature kick, benefits of the sun, natural way of life, false modesty, nothing shameful about the human body, all that kind of stuff."
"Yes. I guess I see what you mean."
"So you can sleep in the raw," she announced firmly. "But first I'm going to give you a little massage to loosen your muscles and relax you so you can rest better."
"Gee, you don't have to do that."
"I want to. I do it for Luke all the time. He swears that after a massage from me five hours of sleep do him as much good as ten without the massage."
She put a hand on his arm, then urged him over to the bed. "Come on. Lay down on the bed now." When he hesitated, she added, "Don't be bashful. You got a towel around you that Jungle Jim can hide behind. Hell, I don't have any more than that on myself." She grunted. "Not as much."
She raised her arms out from her sides to emphasize the fact she had only the flimsy top.
"Luke calls it my topless, bottomless look and says I might as well not have anything on. He says you can see everything I've got right through this thing. So I always get dressed before he comes home from work so he won't think this is all I've been wearing. But as long as he doesn't come home during the day, I figure I might as well be comfortable."
Jett gulped and remained silent, his eyes drinking in the almost completely revealed charms of his voluptuous young Aunt Dolly.
"You don't think it's so bad, do you?" she asked, her lower lip drooping in a pout.
"I think it's fine," he stammered, wishing that his girl friend Darlene had liked to wear clothes like that. He'd have given his left arm to have seen her this way some of the times they'd been alone in her house. He wondered irrelevantly what Darlene was thinking about him going to the city without even saying goodbye to her. His thoughts were interrupted by his aunt tugging at his arm.
"Come on, lie down on your belly so I can start taking the tension out of those back and shoulder muscles."
She was on her knees, straddling his hips, and as she worked he did, in fact, begin to feel more and more relaxed. After a few minutes of working on his back and shoulders, she straightened up and looked down at him with satisfaction.
"Okay, now roll over," she said. "I want to work on those chest and stomach muscles for a while."
He rolled over slowly and looked up in awe as she leaned over him, her face beaded with sweat from her exertions, her great breasts flopping loosely over him as she swayed. My God, what tits, he thought. They were scant inches from his face, looming over him like inflated balloons. The nipples were erect and turgid, seeming to point right at his mouth, and he licked his lips involuntarily at the proximity of the darkened, inviting fruit that crowned the fleshy mounds.
"That beer's making me sweat," she said conversationally. "And you've got a lot of muscles that need working over."
She suddenly straightened, and, with a deft movement pulled the pajama top off her shoulder and threw it to the floor beside the bed. Her tits jiggled and bobbed in frantic abandon till she was done and leaning over him again. His breathing became hoarse and ragged. His eyes had been drawn to the hairy mound that was resting on his legs and then came back to the big brown nipples that overhung his face.
"There, that's cooler," she continued. "And I can work on you better without it, too. And I guess you've seen a woman naked before, so it shouldn't be any shock to you."
"Why, yes-sure," he stammered, but it was a lie. He'd never seen a woman naked except on the occasion of a visit to the art museum in the state capital where he had seen naked females in paintings and statues, and also in some skin flick movies where there were revealing fleeting, frustrating glimpses of female nudity. But here was moist, raw, quivering flesh, right before his eyes, the hanging globes of her tits almost brushing his lips, the soft folds of her cunt resting wetly on his bare legs.
He'd never seen Darlene naked, even in their most heated petting passion when she had let him get a hand inside her blouse and push her bra out of the way and play with her soft rubbery tits. Even then he hadn't seen them, only fondled them. He had never realized just how titillating it was to see naked tits dangling almost in touching distance of his tongue. She rocked back now and began to work her fingers into the muscles of his chest.
"A handsome boy like you has probably already seen more than your share of naked ladies," she said in an effort to draw him out, but he kept quiet.
He smelled again the alcohol on her breath and wondered if she often drank beer before lunch. Almost as if in answer to his unspoken question, she spoke again.
"Your Uncle Luke sometimes, I swear, doesn't care if he ever sees me naked again. He keeps telling me to cover up, cover up, as if I should be ashamed of my body." She paused, pouting. "Do you think I should be ashamed of my body?"
"Lord, no!" he burst out, staring at her opulent curves.
"In fact, I don't think anyone should be ashamed of his body unless it's old and fat and ugly. Like you. I think you've got a beautiful body for a man. I really do."
"Well, thank you," he said weakly.
She had worked down his chest to his stomach and her hands were at the edge of the towel. She suddenly grinned at him. The towel that still covered him had a tent-like swelling in it as his cock had become aroused by her warm presence, her nakedness, and the juicy warm cunt that she was rubbing on his bare leg.
"What are you hiding under there?" she asked. "A hockey stick?"
With that she took a firm hold on the towel and pulled it off him, throwing it down on the floor beside them. With the weight and pressure of the restricting towel gone, his cock sprang to its full vibrating height, ten inches of thick, rock-hard cock. He lay still, looking at the stunned expression on her face as she stared at the towering prick, her lips parted and her tongue just visible as she moistened her lower lip.
"It's a beauty," she breathed finally. "My God! I've never seen anything like that. I'll bet the girls back home hated to see you go."
She reached forward with both hands and grasped hold of the shaft, one hand above the other, the swelling purple head still exposed above her fisted hands.
"I really do believe," she said, "that when your Uncle Luke gets home I'll throw rocks at him. Why, there's enough cock here to make two of his with enough left over to satisfy nine women out of ten."
"What-what are you going to do now, Aunt Dolly? Why are you squeezing it?"
"Silly boy," she murmured through sensuously pursed lips, looking down at him with half-closed eyes. "We're getting to the interesting part of the massage now."
"Do you think we should, Aunt Dolly?"
"I think we damned well better must!"
She was stroking his cock now with one hand, while the other was playing with the hairy sack below and the golf ball-sized nuggets that filled it. Jett remained still, his embarrassment lessened by the enjoyment he was getting from the ministrations of her hands. He was a healthy, normal youth who had for some years now been in the habit of masturbating regularly. He had always been an early riser, and years before, when puberty came upon him, he would often wake up long before the alarm went off to find himself with a stiff dick and a puzzling tightness and flushed feeling in his groin.
Rubbing his dick experimentally had revealed to him the pleasures to be gained in that very simple way. Many mornings he had fondled his cock and balls for an hour, until the alarm went off signaling time to get up. One morning he had awoken earlier than usual, and the fondling had continued till his cock and balls ached with a sexual pressure that drove him almost frantic. Finally, in a desperate, almost irrational attempt to find release from the force that gripped him, he had tightly fisted his cock and worked his hand till he thought he was going to go out of his mind.
Then blessed relief came to him in a shattering orgasm that left him staring in bewilderment at the sperm that had shot out of his cock to splash over his belly and chest and even up onto his face. It had felt as if a herd of wild butterflies had suddenly flown out of his asshole in a blinding storm. He lay shuddering for long minutes afterwards, reliving the experience and tossing it back and forth wonderingly in his mind.
The next morning when he awoke, he eagerly began to repeat the actions of the day before, in obedience to the natural law that says all Organisms strive to repeat experiences that are pleasant and avoid those that are unpleasant. And this time, knowing what the ultimate sensation was, and having the specific goal of orgasm and ejaculation, he went about it more scientifically and with dispatch. It didn't take nearly as long.
In the mornings that followed he experimented avidly with different methods and strokes, using one hand, both hands, greasing his member with vaseline for a slippery feeling, and even fucking the mattress, lying face down with his stiff sock pressured between his belly and the mattress and dry-fucking till he came. Some mornings he had time for two or three orgasms before he had to get up for school or to do his chores in the barn on weekends.
He even went out to the barn some days and tried to get a hungry calf to suck his stiff, anxious cock but that didn't work too well. It was thin nourishment for the calf, and Jett couldn't get one to suck long enough to do him any good. After a time, he began to think that it was a mistake to hurry and try to get in two or three orgasms each morning, and found he could achieve heightened sensations by making each masturbation last as long as he could, delaying orgasm till the last, final, violent, heightened moment of come.
As the years went by, Jett's pattern varied, but his interest never flagged, and he looked forward to the day when at last he would screw a real, live, female girl. He had tried to make out with Darlene-and others before-but had always been put off by their pleas and protestations of innocence and desire to continue virginity until marriage.
Once even, when he and Darlene had been petting, she had put a hand down and rubbed his cock through his pants. He had immediately taken it out and begged her to play with it, but she turned her back and refused even to look at him till he had put the ugly naked thing away.
But much as he had enjoyed Darlene's rubbing of his cock through his pants and all the hundreds of times he'd jacked off, there never had been anything that quite equaled the sensations that his aunt was now bringing him as she lovingly fondled him with her educated fingers. I guess it must be always nicer when someone else is doing it for you, he thought, and reveled in the physical thrills.
She was working the foreskin back and forth over the ridge of the glans and, as he watched, a drop of moisture oozed out through the slitted end and stood trembling there.
"Aaahhh," she sighed. "You're getting hot already, aren't you, boy?"
And she leaned forward and licked off the drop of moisture, then took the great head of his cock between her lips and began gently to suck it. Jett closed his eyes and clenched his fists by his sides. Her lips and tongue were arousing the most lascivious feeling that he'd ever had, and he tensed the muscles in his buttocks, jerking his cock upwards.
She responded to his movements by opening her lips wider and accepting more of his stiff cock in her mouth, increasing the sucking pressure on it and at the same time continuing to fondle his balls and stroke the base of his shaft. His body began to arch and jerk as the climax started, and she nursed greedily on his twitching meat as the hot torrent of his come shot into her mouth.
She swallowed all there was, then began to lick the outside of his cock, laving it thoroughly and tenderly as he lay there, his body calming down from the spasms that had shaken him. His cock was still swollen, although softened now in the aftermath of his climax, but, as she licked it and nibbled on it with her lewd mouth and tongue and lips, it soon began to resume its former rigidity till it stood again erect and quivering.
She drew back and smiled down at him. "You see what eighteen can do, Jett? Take advantage of it and use it all you can, while you can. When you're as old as Luke, you'll only do it once a week or so and think then it's hardly worth the effort."
"That don't seem possible, Aunt Dolly! It feels so good-to come. And the way you sucked me! I never had anyone suck me before."
"It was my pleasure, Jett. You've got such a big, beautiful cock; it's more than twice the size of Luke's. I'll suck it for you every day if you want."
She bent forward and took the huge, shiny head between her lips for a few moments and worked gently on it till it began to jerk spasmodically in her mouth. She drew her lips from it then, almost regretfully, raised up on her knees, moving forward till she was straddling his hips, the bell of-his cock pressing against the soft lips of her cunt. It felt hot where their soft flesh pressed together.
He watched as she reached down with her hands and spread the plushy labia. He could see the moist coral inner surfaces as they spread to accommodate the head of his cock, and the weight of her body gradually came down on it, driving his rod of flesh into the hot steamy passage of her cunt.
It was tight, and felt in a way like someone pulling a hot, wet glove onto his hand, and yet there was a voluptuous sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before. She worked down and he saw the shaft slowly disappear into her cunt. She would swallow an inch of it with her clutching, squeezing pussy, then stop and rotate her hips and work the internal muscles of her cunt till he groaned from the tension it was raising in him. Then she would lower herself till she had forced another inch or so up her crack, and again rotate her hips and work internally on his cock.
By the time she had half its length inside, her eyes were glazed and her breath was coming hoarsely through dried, parted lips. She paused in her movements.
"Oh, Jett," she murmured, "this is great. You feel so good in me, so big. I've never had a cock like yours in me." She sighed and wriggled and her hips moved downward and Jett watched in fascination as another inch of his bone-hard shaft slowly sank into her clutching vagina.
"I want you in me," she gasped hoarsely. "All of you. I want all of you in me, that whole great cock, up my channel, filling me-oh, Jett!"
She hunched and drove downward, enveloping still more of his meat. The going was slow, the sheath tight, the cock big and throbbing, but she was determined to take it all. Jett reached up and grasped her by the waist, jerking upward, forcing more and more of his cock into her as she writhed and wriggled and used the weight of her body to force herself down on his pole, impaling herself, creating an ecstasy of pain-pleasure that filled her body with the same demanding pressure and urgency with which his meat filled her juicy cunt.
When finally she had forced it all into her, high up in her belly, her weight resting on his hip bones, he was almost to the point of coming. She began to rock slowly back and forth, her movements causing his cock to slide an inch or two out of her cunt, then baek again to the very hilt. She could feel the tension building high in him as well as in herself and she speeded up the rocking motion, the accelerated friction on his throbbing, twitching cock sending him into frantic bucking as he sought to gain release from the tension that gripped him.
"Jacking off was never like this," he muttered under his breath, and jerked his hips upwards in a series of sharp movements that helped bring off his charge, and his come shot scaldingly up her sheath even as she convulsed in her own orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
She lay still, resting on his chest, her hands on his shoulders. After a moment, she said: "It was beautiful, a really beautiful experience. Did you feel it, really feel it?"
"Oh, I felt it all right," he assured her.
"Did you get the same impact I did?"
"Oh, yes," he answered. "It was great, it was groovy," he added, not wanting to tell her now that it was the first time that he'd ever fucked a girl, that he'd been a virgin till that morning.
"The next time will be even better," she said confidently. "And then I'll let you get some sleep before supper."
"Oh, don't worry about sleep. I really don't need any sleep." It was in fact the furthest thought from his mind as he lay there, his arms around her, his now flaccid cock still resting in the warm and pleasant cave that sheltered it.
She began to kiss him-huge, open-mouthed kisses, with her tongue darting into his mouth, licking the lips and the inside of his mouth, his teeth. He began to suck her tongue. He was caressing her back and he ran his hands down over her fanny and began to stroke and squeeze the cheeks of her ass. She wriggled it under his hands and the movement stirred his cock, putting a delicious pressure on it, and he could feel it begin to respond to her movements.
He dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, fingering the separation and the tight-puckered hole. She was writhing on his body, her tongue a frenetic instrument in his mouth, her breasts squashed against his chest. He could feel the hardness of the nipples burning into him. She suddenly pulled her mouth from his long enough to whisper urgently: "Wet your finger, quick! Then stick it in my ass!"
His searching hands roamed over the rounds of her ass and found the wet cleft that still sheltered his cock. Their overflowing lubricating juices and his sperm still oozed there; he wet a finger with the fluid, then probed at her ass, inserting his finger deep within her and moving it around. She moaned deep in her throat; her whole body was writhing sensuously on him and he could feel the contractions in her cunt applying a delicious pressure to his cock. It continued to harden till it finally regained its former rock-like rigidity and jerked spasmodically within her.
She felt it move and moaned more loudly, her hips rolling as she tilted her cunt first one way and then another, so that the heavenly friction and pressure would be continuously varied in their placement. He left most of the movement up to her, not really sure what she might want him to do, and so overwhelmed by the tenacity with which she held him, and the strength and even violence of her movements, that he let himself be used, guiding himself by what she seemed to want. And right now that just seemed to be his cock up tight in her, and her own writhings and contortions to create the sensations that made her blood pound, and made the moanings and little cries come louder and closer together. Then, finally, she gripped him by the arms and whispered to him hoarsely: "Quick, roll over! I want you on top of me, slamming it into me!"
They rolled over, still coupled, and her thighs spread, her knees drawn up and her feet flat on the mattress for increased leverage. He began the strokings that he thought she wanted, pulling his rod back an inch or two and then sinking it to the depths again, and she bucked up, meeting him, her ass muscles clenching as she humped up to meet his thrusts, but exquisite as the friction was on his cock, it was too mild and hesitant a movement to satisfy him.
Instinctively he began to null back further till the bulbous head of his cock nearly cleared the moist puffy lips of her cunt, and then he jerked his cock down into her hot passage again with a thrusting lunge that slammed her ass down into the mattress with a thud as his body slapped against hers.
"That's it, Jett, baby!" she cried. "Fuck me hard and deep!"
Her cry made him redouble his efforts and his hips swung up and back in a frenzy of motion while she bucked and humped in unison with him, her feet braced, her loins a hot reservoir of passion.
"Fuck me, Jett! Sock it to me, boy! Pound it into me!"
And he pounded on, fucking with a savage desperation till finally the hot lava exploded up from his balls and came cascading deep into her belly. Her own orgasm followed immediately, and they lay in each other's arms, trembling in the aftermath of the violence of their lovemaking. After a time she nibbled on his ear.
"That was great, Jett. You're a real cocksman. I'll bet the girls back home are crying because you've left and taken this beautiful cock away from them."
He sighed, but said nothing. He rather liked the idea of being thought a dashing Romeo. Then he frowned-slightly. What if he had been bolder back home as his aunt evidently thought he had been? Bolder with Darlene and the other girls he'd gone out with? Could it be that he had really missed everything that his aunt seemed to think he'd had-and that more vigorous and persistent efforts would have brought him many happy conquests?
They lay resting for a minute, she laying back on the bed and he beside her with his head against her shoulder. The great soft mound of her tit was right under his nose and he stared in fascination at the satiny, creamy surface of it. On impulse he moved his head forward an inch, reached out with his tongue and touched the smooth, slick skin. She stirred slightly and put her hand on the back of his head, pressing it tighter against her breast. He moved his tongue around, licking the satin surface, and at the same time his hand cupped her breast, closing his fingers on it and working the soft flesh up toward the crowning nipple, as if he were milking her.
She's a lot bigger than Darlene, he thought. When he had squeezed Darlene's tit, his hand had been able to grasp nearly all of it, while his aunt's was easily twice as much in volume. Both of them, though, had the same soft, rubbery consistency, and, as his fingers worked, he could feel the tension and excitement rise higher in his groin.
He moved his head another inch and his tongue licked the huge flat nipple. He laved it and worried it with his tongue, then took it between his teeth and bit it gently. It slowly began to swell and harden till it stood upright like a thimble, and he began to nurse it steadily, pulling it and part of the soft mounded flesh around it into his greedy mouth. The hunger for her body rose and he had the crazy notion that all he wanted to do was tear her, rend her, eat her, till he had swallowed all of this great, soft, luscious body and made it one with his.
She moaned and cried and began to writhe under him. After a while she moved so that he could suck and play with her other breast. Her hands were busy on his back, caressing him, squeezing him as he sucked her. She began making little crooning noises that slowly began to form into words.
"Oh, Jett, I like you to suck me. That feels so good. Don't stop, don't stop. Suck me, Jett! That's good, that feels so good."
"Okay, Aunt Dolly," he thought, "I'll suck you all you want," and he returned to the first breast for another turn, his appetite for her body even more aroused than it had been at the beginning. He felt he could suck her all day and night and never get enough of her sweet tits. She kept moaning and writhing, and every once in a while she would talk to him.
"Oh, Jett, Jett! Do you like my tits? Do you like them, baby?"
He pulled his mouth from one great quivering globe. "Oh, yes, yes! I like them, Aunty."
"It feels so good when you nurse them. I wish I had milk for you in them, Jett. I'd like to feed you, give you all the titty you want!"
"I wish so too, Aunt Dolly. I like to suck them, I like your titties."
"Do you like my body? Do you like to eat me, Jett?"
"Oh, yes! I like to eat you!"
She had her hands on his head and she urged his head down towards her belly. "Will you kiss my navel, Jett? Please! Please! I want you to kiss my belly."
"Oh, yes!" He groaned, and his lips and tongue licked the great round of her belly, all over it, his tongue dipping into the deep navel that centered the inverted white saucer scarred by the hairy triangle at its lower edge.
"Oh, Jett, that feels so good! Jett, will you kiss my thighs? I want you to kiss my legs."
"Oh, yes, Aunt Dolly." And he moved his head so that his tongue traced a hot, moist path along the inner surface of her thighs.
She spread them wide so that he could crouch between them and, as he worked, her hairy bush brushed against his forehead and his hunger for her body grew. Her knees were drawn sharply up and her heels were flat on the mattress. She rotated her hips, tilting her cunt upwards, and, as he licked and kissed along the crease of her thigh, the sight of the puffed, moist lips of her cunt and the coral flesh between the large turgid clitoris caught his eye. He thought of the great pleasure he had had from sucking the great spiked nipples of her tits and he wondered if he could get as much enjoyment from sucking on the clitoris that throbbed in sexual need a scant inch from his lips.
"Oh, Jett! Kiss me, kiss me!" she cried.
"Oh, yes!" He had both hands tight on the cheeks of her ass and he squeezed her firmly, holding her still, and he redoubled his efforts, kissing the satin flesh of her inner thighs and around her box, his tongue a hot, wet instrument of passion.
"Oh, no, Jett!" She was nearly sobbing now in her arousal. "Not my legs any more. Not that!" And she twisted her cunt up, her hips jerking as she thrust the hot cleft up in open invitation for him to slake his hunger there, on that pot of honey between the shaggy cliffs of soft lush flesh.
"Oh, Aunty! Is this what you want?" he groaned, and his mouth closed over the throbbing clitoris and he began to suck it, his fingers working in the soft meat of her ass all the while.
"That's it," she breathed. "That's it, that feels so good. You're a good boy, Jett. That's it, Jett, suck it, suck it, boy!"
And he nursed vigorously, although it seemed almost as if she didn't want him there, the way her hips rolled and twisted and jerked so that her cunt was tilted in a hundred directions so that he had trouble keeping the clitoris in his mouth. He loosed his hands from the cheeks of her ass, then put his arms around her thighs, gripping her so that she couldn't move, and he sucked hungrily on her turgid clit.
"That's good, Jett, that's fine! You suck it good, boy. Oh, that's nice, that's nice." She paused. "Please, lick it now, lick it all over, would you, Jett? Please lick it for me."
He held his mouth wide open on her cunt, using the flat of his tongue to lave the fevered flesh, licking up and down both sides, and into the hole between. She was crooning now, the wordless crooning that was accompanied by a spasmodic trembling in her loins and legs as he licked and sucked her.
His tongue was a darting snake that speared into her hole, then slavered over the soft folds of her flesh as he closed his mouth on her, drawing as much of the sweet puffiness into his mouth as he could.
The acrid taste filled his nostrils and his mind and the hunger he felt for her body rose higher and higher even as he felt the approach of her orgasm. Then it hit her, her body thrashed around in a series of frenzied movements as he sucked and licked furiously to help her with her come. By the time she was finished, her body lying exhausted and relaxed, his own excitement had grown till he could hardly stand it.
He lifted his face from her bush and moved up so that the head of his huge cock was pressed between the flushed lips of her cunt, and she opened her startled eyes and looked at him he drove his great sword with one motion into the hot tight sheath of her body.
"I had no idea," she gasped, "that you'd be ready again so quick. My God! The recuperative power of the young!"
With that she locked her ankles behind his back and let him carry her along on his ride up to the moon. It would have been a better fuck than the earlier ones, if for no other reason than the longer time it took because of his three earlier ejaculations, but in addition to that, she showed him new movements and rhythms which added to his lust. When they had both reached another orgasm, they lay again in each other's arms, exhausted and satiated.
"I'm sure glad you came to the city-to seek your fortune-and decided to stop here," she said after a minute. "And when your Uncle Luke gets home we'll talk to him about you going to work in the garage."
"You mean in his shop? Do you think he'd hire me, Aunt Dolly? Does he have room for another mechanic? I-I'm pretty good with cars."
He was elated at the prospect of a job already.
"He'll have room if he has to let someone else go," she said grimly. "Blood is thicker than water and I'll not have him put someone else ahead of you. You'll go to work in his garage and you'll stay here with us as long as you want."
"Gee, that's great, Aunt Dolly," he said, congratulating himself on his great stroke of luck. His Uncle Luke had a fine, big garage and it had been in the back of his mind that maybe he'd be able to get a start by working for him. He was a fair backyard mechanic, anyway. For the last couple of years, he'd done 'all the repair work on the tractor and other machinery on the Lanigan farm besides all the work he'd done on the little Model B Ford to keep it running.
"Oh, yes," she murmured, her hand resting on his cock. "I'll not have you going to your brother's or anywhere else, not when we've got room here."
"Are you sure you've got room, Aunt Dolly?"
She was gently rubbing his flaccid shaft. "Uncle Luke can always sleep on the couch."
She giggled. "No, I'm just kidding. There's a bedroom that's not used at all. Next to the girls' room. It's yours as long as you want to stay."
She was squeezing his balls gently, then took hold of his cock and began to fondle it and move her fisted hand back and forth along the barrel in a jacking motion.
"Eighteen," she mused. "That's a great age. When I was eighteen I could hardly get enough. I always had two or three boyfriends and went out with a different one every night." She gave his cock an affectionate squeeze. "But none quite as nice as you, Jett. You've sure got a lot to offer a girl."
She kept working and fondling his cock. "I'd better get up and get dressed. It won't be long before the girls are home from school and then I'll have to get supper ready. In the meantime, you can sleep an hour or two."
"I really don't need to sleep, Aunty," he said hoarsely, as her hand tightened its grip and quickened its movement on his prick.
"Maybe I won't get up just yet," she said in a sensual tone. His cock had started to harden and swell under her playing. "You've got a lot of energy yet, I see, Jett. Would you like to go again?"
"Oh, yes, Aunty! Oh, my, yes!" Jett never did get any sleep that afternoon. By the time he was called to supper he was ravenously hungry from the grueling trip, lack of sleep, and from the Herculean exertions his aunt had led him through that afternoon.
"How'd your father ever feed you?" asked his uncle as Jett reached for the last pork chop on the platter.
"Don't!" exclaimed his wife. "You're embarrassing the boy. You know what appetites boys have got."
"That's not an appetite, it's a bottomless pit," he returned good-naturedly. He was a stocky man with graying hair, and a bushy mustache overhanging his mouth.
"Don't take my teasing seriously, Jett," he went on. "Eat as much as you want. You had a long trip. You must be tired. I'll bet you won't do that again soon."
"Well, yes and no," replied Jett, thinking of the journey he'd taken that afternoon with his Aunt Dolly, a half dozen trips to the moon that had added considerably to his fatigue. "I'm tired, but I'd do it again if I could."
Across the table his Aunt Dolly suppressed a smile, and asked if he wanted more beans.
"Dolly tells me you're kind of a jackleg mechanic and she says you'd like to work in my shop," continued Luke.
"I really would. I'd learn a lot from you, I know I would."
"It's hard dirty work, a lot of it," said the older man.
Jett laughed. "I'm used to that."
"I guess you're right. Farm work's not a picnic." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "You're done with all that, though, eh, boy? Going to make your fortune in the city?"
"I aim to," said Jett with determination. "They say there's opportunity here and I aim to reach out for it."
"I like your spirit. I tell you what. You'll go with me in the morning and we'll give you a taste of the shop and see how you like it for starters."
"That's great!" Jett smiled at the family around the table and was struck by the light in the eyes of the cousin who sat directly across from him.
She was the elder of his two girl cousins, just into her teens, but she looked older than she was, with high thrusting breasts and full pouting lips heavily made-up. She looked at him speculatively, her lips pursed slightly, her lashes somewhat lowered. He swallowed heavily. She reminded him a lot of Darlene, and he suddenly had the wild thought that he'd like to find out if her lips were as soft and her tongue as sweet as Darlene's.
But he turned his eyes to his plate and carefully cut the pork chop from the bone.
That night Jett went to bed early and slept soundly. Toward morning he became troubled with" dreams, and woke up at daybreak with his head filled with images of the soft body of his Aunt Dolly, and the faces of Darlene and his two cousins, Betty and Anna, and they were all intermingled with him in a narrow, closed-in space. It was as if he were standing in a deep vault, under water, and floating all around him were great swollen breasts and hairy cunts, brushing up against his face and eyes, and nipples were floating against his lips. His mouth opened and he sucked, and across his vision floated the face of Darlene and she was saying, "Me, me, Jett, why didn't you ever suck me...."
Then his eyes were wide open and he saw the first trace of sun through the window and he reached down and felt his cock, rigid, quivering, aching with a sexual need. He groaned.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day started out in fine fashion and Jett felt like a king. His aunt had fixed them a whopping breakfast of eggs and potatoes and sausage and juice and coffee and gave both Jett and his uncle a big lunch to take with them. The two girls giggled and flirted coyly with him across the breakfast table, and the fifteen-year-old had worn a minidress that was short enough to show her panties in the back if she bent over at all. She made sure that Jett saw them.
As he went out the door, his aunt had the opportunity to squeeze his arm and say, "I'll think about you this afternoon. And tonight, don't lock your door. If Luke falls asleep early I'll come in to see you for a while."
With that promise echoing in his mind and the excitement of his first job buoying him up, Jett greeted the world with a big smile.
"You look fat and sassy," said his uncle when they got in the car. "A night's sleep perked you right up."
"I sure was tired last night," admitted Jett. "But when I woke up this morning I was back to normal again," he added, thinking of the towering erection he had found when he opened his eyes.
"How's your father?"
"Fine. He said to give you his regards and ask you to come to see him when you could."
"I guess it's as hard for me to get away from the garage as it is for him to leave the farm," the stocky man said musingly. "Still, we ought to get together once in a while. It's been too long now." He paused. "What'd he think about you coming here this way?"
"He didn't like it." Jett flushed. "But he saw I had to do it, so he didn't try to stand in my way."
"He's a good head, old Paul is," Luke said affectionately of his brother. "The garage isn't too far, about a twenty-minute drive. Will that old car of yours run at all?"
"Some. It's in pretty bad shape, though."
"If you can nurse it over to the garage you can work on it after hours, if you want. Got all the equipment there. You can tear it down, turn the crankshaft, rebore it, all that, get it in real shape. Be hard as hell to find any new parts for it, though. Might not be too good an idea to fool with it at all."
"I'd like to, anyway."
"Be a test of your skill, all right," said Luke wryly.
"Is the garage anywhere near Dave's place?" Jett's brother was larger in his mind this morning.
"No. He's clear across town. You'd like to see him, eh?"
"Been two years now." It had been that long since his older brother had come to the city to seek his fortune, too. "Do you see him often?"
"Not much. We've had him and Edith over for supper a time or two, but he works late a lot."
"I guess he's doing good?" It was more of a question than a statement. Jett had wondered how Dave had been doing. He'd understood from the letters that Dave had written home that he was doing well, and hoped to verify it through his uncle. He tensed till the answer came, and then relaxed, sure indeed that he had done the right thing in coming to the city.
"Making money like it was growing in his backyard. Got a big new car and even bought a house already. He's a real sharp boy!"
"Golly!"
"Works a lot of hours, though. Don't envy him at all! Something I could never do." When he shook his head, the bushy mustache waggled.
"He said he was in electrical equipment," said Jett questioningly, wishing he knew more about what his apparently so successful brother was doing.
"Yeah," his uncle replied laconically. "Peddles vacuum cleaners."
"Sweepers?" he was a little shocked, although he wasn't sure why. He just couldn't visualize his brother as a house-to-house salesman.
"Peddles them door-to-door. Making a fortune. Got a real smooth line, that boy, a real style to him. I could never do it." He grunted. "We invited him over for supper one night and afterwards we got to talking and I said, sure, I'd like to see what kind of sweeper he was peddling. He brought one in from the car and, sure enough, after about a half-an-hour me and the missus had a brand-new sweeper and Dave had a fat wad of my cash in his pocket. He like to have hypnotized us with his words."
He shook his head. "He's slick, that boy. If I had his line and his gall I'd be worth a fortune today myself. Not everybody can do it, though."
I "You say he works late a lot?"
"Most evenings. He likes to put on his demonstrations when both the wife and husband are there. Says it's a more solid deal. Tell you what, we'll call him tonight, late, and maybe we can get him and Edith to come over this weekend-or else we can all drive over there. Got a real nice place, he has."
Jett sighed contentedly. So there were fortunes to be made in the city! In two years his brother had done real well. Well, that showed it could be done, and made him more sure than ever that he, too, would soon be making money as if it was growing in his backyard.
The garage was already open and running when they got there, and Luke started Jett right into the swing of it. There was a brake reline job on a Chevrolet, and he put Jett on it after introducing him to the other men. Luke had a busy garage in a good location, and usually kept three or four mechanics busy beside himself, he said, and there was also one young fellow who mostly chased parts and fixed tires and did a lot of the little nuisance jobs that came along.
The girl in the office worked part-time, five hours a day, but did all the billing, kept the books and answered the phone. Jett saw her only through the glass partition around the office, from the waist up, but even that view made his eyes widen and his heart pound. She was a pretty girl who didn't look much older than he, and who dressed in a tight sweater that sure looked like it didn't have anything under it but the nicest, biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen, and that's what had made his eyes widen. Her bust was a good forty or forty-two inches, with tits like huge, pointed melons. As she walked around the office they jiggled provocatively, pointing up and out like torpedoes, and he could feel his body respond, feel the sudden tension in his groin. His uncle saw where he was looking and sighed.
"Would you, son?" he asked with a knowing grin.
Jett flushed. "She's a looker. I guess I would if got the chance."
"Well, that's not unheard-of," said Uncle Luke with a wry smile. "I understand from the boys that she used to put out. But she's got a steady fellow now and, anyway, she doesn't like greaserack jockeys." He paused. "If you try, make it after hours. I got a garage to run."
The morning passed quickly and it was nearly lunchtime when Jett was called to the office by his uncle. A slim woman in a tailored suit was standing by the door. She looked as if she were in her middle thirties, and when her eyes met Jett's it was with an alarming directness. She had even features and clear blue eyes that scanned him slowly from his crop of tight-curled red hair to his size twelve shoes with a discernible pause as she studied the prominent bulge in his tight levis at the juncture of his thighs.
"This is Doc Edmunds' wife," explained Uncle Luke. "He has all the work done on his cars here. He left the Chrysler here yesterday for a tune-up and she's come to get it now. You go back with her and she'll give you a check for the work done."
He paused, then cautioned, "It's not far, but watch the roads, boy, so you'll find your way back okay."
"How will I get back, Uncle Luke?"
"Motor scooter. Fastened on the back bumper of the Chrysler already. When you get there, just cut her loose and come on back."
When they got in the car, Mrs. Edmunds smiled at him. "Your uncle thinks highly of you. Says you're a real fine boy."
"Why, that's nice of him. And thank you for telling me, ma'am."
"He tells me you've come to the city to seek your fortune." Her mouth was crooked in an odd little smile.
"Why, yes. They say this is where the opportunities are and so I've come to try and find one for myself."
"An opportunity, you mean?"
"Why, yes. And I hope that coming to the city will mean my getting ahead. Like my brother did."
"He's done well in the city, then?"
"He has. He's done real good."
"Well, I'm sure you will too." She looked at him archly. "You must remember to be alert."
"Alert?"
"Yes. Be ready to seize opportunity wherever and whenever you find it. Grasp it firmly when it's there before you." She smiled that odd little smile again. "I don't really think you'll have any trouble."
"I hope not, ma'am."
"You're a good-looking boy." She glanced over at him from behind the steering wheel. "You're going to be working a while for your uncle, then?"
"Well, I don't know just how long. It was swell of him to give me a start, anyway."
"I'm glad. I hope you stay a little while, anyway. I like you. I can tell right away whether I'm going to like someone or not, and I like you, Jett."
"Thank you, Mrs. Edmunds."
"I hope I see a lot of you, Jett. You're a good-looking boy. I've got a son in high school and you remind me a lot of him. Although he's not nearly as big as you. How tall are you, Jett?"
"Six feet two, ma'am."
"I thought you were at least that tall. My husband's only five foot six," she said confidentially. "With my heels on I'm taller than he is. That's why I almost never wear heels. Men like to have women that look up to them. And women like to be able to look up to a man." She glanced over at him again.
"You don't mind if L rattle on like this, do you? I chatter quite freely with somebody I like, and I like you."
"I don't mind at all," he said, but he felt a bit uncomfortable and he stirred in the seat.
"You've got enormous shoulders. I'll bet you weigh over two hundred pounds, don't you?"
"Just about that, I guess," he said cautiously. "It's been some time since I weighed myself."
"You've got a real nice build. I like men with nice builds."
"Why, thank you."
"Please don't keep saying thank you. I'm not trying to flatter you or anything like that, anyway. I'm just commenting on your looks. You're really quite a good-looking boy. I like the way your pants fit. You've got athletic-looking legs, like a runner. I'll bet you've got a lot of stamina. How old are you, Jett?"
"Eighteen."
"Fancy that," she murmured, pulling the car into a broad, asphalted driveway. "Well, here we are. Come in with me while I make out a check for your uncle."
In the living room she slipped out of the jacket of her suit and threw it on a chair. Her blouse was white and filmy enough for her bra to show through. She had delightful breasts, pulled up and out by her bra, and a narrow waist above a flat tummy and flaring hips. Her skirt was several inches above the knee, and as Jett looked at her he found it hard to believe that she was old enough to have a son nearly his age.
"Do you like this house?"
"It's real nice." And it was. The living room was furnished in Italian provincial, and a huge fireplace took up almost one complete wall.
"Come on with me. I'll show you the rest of the house. My checkbook's in the other room, anyway."
She waited till he was almost alongside of her, and she tilted her head back and smiled up at him.
"You're a lot taller than my husband. It's a lot of fun looking up at you."
Jett gulped and said nothing. When she turned, he followed her, but not too closely. From a couple of paces behind her he had a better view of the provocative sway of her hips as she walked.
"Roger had a lot to do with designing the house," she rattled on. "He's quite artistic. He worked very closely with the architect, deciding on what materials to use-fieldstone in the rec room fireplace, cedar shakes for the roof, thermopane windows-I was just out of my mind the way they keep tossing all those strange terms around. But it was exciting for him till it was done and gave him something to take his mind off his work. Here's the master bedroom."
She pushed the door back and led the way into the huge room. "Roger calls it the playroom." She giggled. "He's a gynecologist and he's busy all the time. He's an intellectual, too." She paused. "They're really not the best kind of men for women to be married to. You know, the intellectual, professional type. The more time a man puts into his profession and into his thoughts the less he has for his woman, and that's hell if she's the down-to-earth emotional type like me. Come on in. My checkbook's over here."
She walked over to the dresser against the far wall and wrote out a check for him. He gulped, and came in to stand in the center of the room. After finishing the check she laid the pen down, raised her head, and continued brightly: "I suppose you're wondering why it's decorated like this. Well, Roger says he has a hard time getting stirred up about sex. I mean, well, after all, it's his job to look at women's bottoms and insides. I tease him about feeling women's cunts all day, but he says it's all so clinical that it takes all the joy right out of it. I know it has for me. You'd think after seeing women's vaginas all day he'd come home all stirred up and anxious to get me in bed, but, no, he'd just as soon not be bothered." She sighed and her eyes seemed dark and sad.
"Anyway, that's why this room is the way it is. Roger won't have any white in it at all. He's planned everything for effect. He says it's the only way he can get aroused at all, and that's not saying much." She giggled, looking at the swelling in his pants.
"And from the hard-on you're starting to get, it looks like it's getting to you, too."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jett's eyes were busy taking in the room. It was all done in dark purples and reds and lavenders, with a deep maroon wall-to-wall carpet. As he looked at the bed, Mrs. Edmunds went over and threw the covers back till they fell on the floor at the foot.
"See," she said. "Even black satin sheets and pillowcases." She went to the window and pulled the drapes shut, then turned the bedroom lights on. They too were dark, flooding the room with dark red light. "Roger does everything for effect. Come see the ceiling."
Jett walked closer to the bed and looked up. There was a huge mirror set in the ceiling and he could see his own reflection and hers, bathed in the red room light till they looked like something psychedelic and wild.
"Cosh!" he said, and he looked again at the walls. There were a dozen paintings there, all of them showing men and women coupled in various positions. On the table by the bed there was a little statue that seemed to be of the great god Pan, prancing, with rampant cock, and holding by the hands two females, each with legs spread showing her carefully detailed cunt.
The drawstrings that drew the drapes were hung with miniature cock-and-balls for pulls and even the dresser drawers had handles that were brass phalli. The articles and cases on the dressers and vanity all seemed to have some erotic significance: containers of powder shaped like breasts with erect nipples serving as handles for the covers; lipsticks shaped like little penises with the swollen glans as caps.
She leaned down beside the bed and pushed some buttons. Immediately there came the low strains of music, but music with an insistent, pounding beat, like the provocative sound of a band at the burlesque show where every beat was punctuated by the bump and grind of a lascivious pair of hips and barely-covered itching cunt. And like a counterpoint to the melody came the sounds of hoarse breathing and moans, as of a woman in sexual torment.
And there was brought to Jett's nostrils the faint smell of perfume, wild and spicy, that filled his head with erotic thoughts and made his pulse-rate jump and his fingers clench at his side. The doctor's wife was looking at him as he stood there hypnotized; there was a sensual smile on her lips, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. She slowly began to take off her clothes.
"To get the full effect of the room there has to be a woman on the bed, moving her hips in time to the music, Roger says. He's really very brilliant." She unfastened her bra from behind her and shrugged it off her shoulders, her breasts bobbing delightfully. They looked like huge tomatoes in the red light of the room, the nipples dark and turgid.
"I want you to have the full effect," she went on, "to see for yourself if what Roger says is true." By now she was rolling her bikini pants down over her thighs. A moment later she lay naked on the bed, looking at him through slitted eyes, her legs spread wide, her cunt a deep scarlet gash in the black hairy patch of jungle that joined her thighs and belly.
"Come see the effect in the mirror."
He looked up at her image, then down at the soft dark red body before him. She was rotating her hips now in time to the music that was stirring his blood with its repetitive jungle beat, stirring him with a primitive lusting hunger for the red-ripe body writhing there in offering to him.
"Roger says that no normal man can look at a female body under these conditions without getting a hard-on." Her laugh tinkled merrily. "He's never" been wrong yet. I see it sticking straight out in your pants like a flashlight. I happens every time I show this room to a man."
She paused and her voice deepened, became huskier. "All of them take off their clothes so they can see what they look like naked in the mirror on the ceiling. Why don't you take off your clothes, too?"
"Oh, yes," breathed Jett, and he kicked off his shoes and tore the rest of his clothes off and joined her on the bed.
"Don't you want to lie on your back and look up at the ceiling?" she asked him as he lowered himself over her, positioning himself between her spread thighs.
"No, hell, no," he said feverishly, and with one hand he fingered her cunt, spreading the lips as his aunt had shown him, so that the great bulbous head of his cock was pressing between the puffy outer lips, against the soft moist glory hole that waited for his entrance.
"Would you rather fuck me now, right now?" she asked, and sighed. "That's how all the men act when I show them this room. Roger is a real genius."
"Hell, yes!" cried Jett and he lunged forward, his hips driving his joint into her tight sheath till a third of it lay throbbing in her, her cunt seizing on it like some tight wet fist.
"Oh, man!" she gasped. "You've got a real cock on you. That feels so good!"
"How's this?" he muttered, and he withdrew an inch and thrust again, gaining still more ground in his assault on her cunt.
"Oh, great! I love your cock, I want it all, all that great, fabulous prick, deep inside me!"
She had her feet locked behind his knees now, her pelvis working as the muscles in her ass flexed, rotating her hips so that her cunt was grinding deliciously on his cock. He Withdrew again and slammed still further into her; then, with one final, sledging blow, the full ten inches of his wrist-thick, bone-hard cock sank to the hilt in the seething tunnel of her body.
She let out a little cry and her feet rubbed along the backs of his thighs while she writhed under him, her body a turbulent mass of raw nerve-ends as he began slowly to fuck into her. Slowly at first, as his aunt had cautioned him, in order to make it last. She'd said, as good a fucking was, why hurry it? Why not make it last as long as you could?
And so he fucked slowly into the doctor's wife, delighting in the sweet, hot pressure on his cock, the softness of her lush full body under him, the hot breasts that were flattened against his chest, the wet groping mouth that found his, the thick blunt tongue stabbing deep between his lips as she fucked into his mouth with her red spade of flesh.
He sucked her tongue while he moved his cock slowly up and back in her tunnel, with drawing till the swollen head was rubbing against the tender sensitive outer lips of her cunt, working it around and around, while she writhed and moaned, then gradually fucking deeper into her again, till his pelvic bone was grinding tightly against hers. She was twisting like a bucket of snakes under him, tilting her cunt all around the clock while he worked, her arms tight around him, holding him in a vise-like, clawing grip.
And all the while the music and the recorded noises of love continued to provide an undercurrent of erotic excitement that pulled them irresistibly on, a pounding, primitive sound that was a backdrop for their own lust.
Then he felt the sap rising in him and knew he could hold off no longer. He began to stroke long, deep, and hard into her, while she put her feet flat on the mattress for greater leverage and fucked back as wildly and desperately as he pounded it into her. Her cunt rose to meet him, then fell back as his tempo increased and he fucked in a quick accelerating rhythm till his balls exploded and his come shot deep into her quim, filling the soft cream pitcher of her vagina.
After a moment she stirred, moving him off her.
"Look," she giggled, and pointed toward the ceiling.
He looked up and saw them both in the mirror, lying side by side, like red statues on the black satin covering. "Isn't it sexy?"
"I guess," he answered. Right then he didn't feel very sexy, but drained of both emotion and energy.
"Not tired already?" she asked.
"A little," he admitted.
"It was fun," she said. "I like your cock. It's a lot different from when Roger fucks me."
"What would-would he think about this? I mean, you and me."
"I hope I never find out." She giggled again. "I don't have to worry about him, though. I know where he is all day. All I have to worry about is how I'm going to get you down here again."
"Again?"
"Sure. You don't think I'm going to stop now, after finding something like you this close to home, do you?"
She reached over and grabbed hold of his cock with one hand. "There's not many like this loose in the countryside. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen."
As he watched in the mirror, she waggled his cock back and forth, fisting it in her hand and sliding her hand up and down the length of the shaft. He could feel the quick response of his body as the shaft began again to swell and harden.
"I really should get back," he began.
"Nonsense," she purred. "Tell your uncle you took a wrong turn. I'm not going to let you go out of here with a hard-on."
His cock was rigid and throbbing now, and she squatted over him, sinking back till the full length of it was standing upright in her belly as she wriggled her fanny around, leaning over him, smiling down at him.
"You watch over my shoulder," she said. "And I'll fuck you. See if you don't get a better charge that way." And while he watched in the mirror she played with his cock. She fucked him for a while, then moved her hips away and sucked him till he was groaning, and then she turned around till she was facing his feet and inserted his cock into her cock-squeezing cunt again. She finished him off this way, rocking up and back on his cock till the explosion hit them once more.
CHAPTER SIX
That same morning Betty and Anna were almost late for school, since they had been more interested in talking about Jett than in hurrying to make up for a late departure from home.
"Isn't he rugged?" marveled the older girl.
"Don't you think he looks a lot like Burt Lancaster?"
"I think he looks more like Paul Newman."
"What are you talking about?" scoffed Anna. "Paul Newman doesn't look anything like Burt Lancaster."
"I didn't say he did. I said Jett looks like Paul Newman."
"Paul Newman doesn't have shoulders and arms like Jett."
"He's built like a prizefighter."
"Did you notice the bulge in his pants?"
"I noticed you couldn't keep your eyes off of it."
"How could I help it?" Anna giggled. "His pants are so tight I was afraid he was going to choke himself."
"You didn't help him any when you bent over and let him see your fanny."
"Did he really notice?"
"I thought he was going to split his pants."
"You're jealous because he didn't look at you like that."
"He would have if I'd worn my black dress with the black pants."
"Mama won't let you wear that. You've hemmed it up so high that you don't even have to bend over to let them see your fanny. It's more of a blouse than a dress."
"I wonder how long he's going to stay."
"Well, gee, as long as he works in the garage with papa-he might stay forever."
"Well, at least for a long time."
"Did you notice the way Mama was looking at him?"
"Yeah." Anna was somber. "You don't suppose she would, do you?"
"Would what?"
"You know what I mean."
There was a short pause. "Sure she would. Let's face it. Papa's getting gray. You know, she probably wants more than Papa's able to do any more."
"Yeah. It's like the book said. That a woman hits her peak about thirty and a man when he's in his teens."
"Isn't that a real wild, groovy thing?"
"What?"
"You know. About a woman hitting the peak about thirty."
"Yeah. Can you imagine liking it better than we do right now?"
"Not really. Wild and groovy."
"Anyway, Papa's probably slowed down so that he only wants to do it...." She cocked her head and appeared to calculate. "Oh, say, three or four times a month any more."
"And Mama's about at her peak, which means she probably wants it every day."
"That's just averages, though," said Anna. "Maybe Papa's more active than average, and Mama less active. Then they'd match up better."
Betty giggled. "And maybe Mama's a real hot piece and likes as much as she can get. Don't forget, we've heard her coaxing Papa at night when he's tried to go to sleep."
They both thought back to nights when they'd tried to spy on their parents' sex activities by listening outside their door after they'd gone to bed. Usually all they got for their pains were sore knees from kneeling on the hard hall floor, although a couple of times they had been gratified by hearing the sounds of springs squeaking and hoarse breathing, and once they had heard their young stepmother pleading with their father to make love to her. Betty scowled at the memory.
"If that's so," she went on, "then poor Jett hasn't got a chance. She'll find some way to get into bed with him."
"Why do you say poor Jett? I bet he'd love it. And I'll bet she's real good at it. But do you really think she would?"
"Sure. He's cute. Would you, if you had the chance?"
"Oh, I don't know," she struggled elaborately.
"Don't hand me that bit about you-don't-care," jeered the older girl. "You're probably trying to figure out right now how you can get alone with him so you can get him to fuck you."
There was a moment's silence, then Anna said defiantly, "So what if I am. Aren't you?"
"Sure. I'd give my left nipple to have his shoes under my bed some night."
"Maybe we can both have him," suggested Anna.
"Me first. You don't stand a chance with him anyway. He'll think you're too young and won't have anything to do with you."
"Don't kid yourself," said Anna grimly. "I bet I can get him before you do."
"I'll bet you can't."-"It's a bet!"
They walked silently for a few steps, then Betty spoke again. "Maybe that's not such a " good idea."
"Why not?"
"We're liable to get into trouble. You know, if we both try to make him right there in the house, somebody's going to get wise. Mama will have her eyes open, and if we get anxious we're liable to tip off what we're trying to do, and then we'll both be in the soup."
"Yeah, you're right. If Papa caught us we'd be in real trouole. But you know, even if just one of us was after him, Papa might still find out."
"All right. We'll help each other. We'll figure out the best way to get him alone and maybe one of us can even be the lookout or the decoy to keep Mama and Papa from getting wise."
"Since I'm the oldest," said Betty, "I'll take him first, I'll wait till late tonight and sneak into his room. You wait by the door and if you hear Mama or Papa start to come out of their room, you make a noise and warn us."
"If you go into Jett's room tonight, I'll go in and tell Mama and Papa where you are," declared Anna defiantly.
"Well, I'm certainly not going to let you go first."
"We're right back where we started. Neither one of us will get him."
"That's like cutting off our noses to spite our faces."
"Got any bright ideas? Like flipping a coin or something?"
"Why not? We could make it best two out of three."
"I don't like that. It's too uncertain."
"Do you want to make a contest out of it? With him as the prize?"
"What kind of a contest?" asked the younger girl, frowning.
"We could see which one of us could lay the most boys by the end of the week, and the loser would help the winner get Jett over the weekend."
"I don't know," Anna was uncertain. "You already know a lot more boys in school than I do. You're a year older. All you have to do is pass the word around to all the guys you've gone with before that the treat's on you this week."
"It doesn't have to be just in school. Anybody at all."
"I don't like it," Anna balked. "You've got too much of a head start. All you have to do is go down the list of guys you've let fuck you before. I don't have near as many."
"Well, you got any better ideas?"
"Well, the contest's okay, but not just any boy. Let's make it any new boy-somebody we've never done it with before. Then we'll both start even."
"No!" protested Betty. "Then you'll have all the advantage. I've already had most of the boys in my class. Who will I ask?"
"That's your problem," said the younger girl, breezily. "You should be more selective, then you'd have a backlog of prospects." She paused. "Anyway, that's the only way I'll do it." I
"You'll play square? No lying about who you've had?"
"You know I don't lie!"
"Well, okay then. It's a go. The winner is the one who's had the most new boys by Friday night. It's Tuesday now. That gives us four days."
"What time Friday night?"
"No set time. When we get home and in bed."
"Okay. We'll compare totals then and plot how we're going to get Jett."
It was at the end of third period when Betty fluttered her lashes at her math teacher, a sandy-haired young man with a broken tooth and a haggard look.
"What is it, Betty?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. McGruder, and I hope I'm not making a pest of myself, but I'm having an awful lot of trouble with this stuff we're on now and I wonder if you could help me."
He smiled nervously down at the dark-haired girl whose breasts seemed so oversized for her age, and admired the great length pf bared thigh under her miniskirt.
"I'd like to help you. Do-do you have a class now?"
"No, just a study hall."
"Well, this is a free period for me."
"I know." She smiled confidently, slanting a quick glance over to the door. The room was empty except for the two of them. "That's why I stayed, Mr. McGruder. I was hoping you'd be able to give me a little time."
"I'll be glad to help if I can." His Adam's apple bobbed nervously.
"Let me just close the door so we won't be interrupted," said Betty with a big smile. She walked over to the door and carefully closed it.
When she walked back to Mr. McGruder, it was with a long slow, stride, in some faint way reminiscent of a tiger stalking his prey. Her smile had spread and she was breathing deeply, her breasts pushing up against the sweater as if in rebellion against the restraint. Her hips swayed provocatively from side to side.
"How-how old are you, Betty?" gasped the math teacher.
"Fifteen, Mr. McGruder." Her smile became teasing. "Did you think I'd failed a grade or two?"
"You-you seem much older than fifteen."
"I am in lots of ways," she purred. "Lots of times I'm mistaken for eighteen."
She was almost touching him now, her pointed breasts wavering an inch from his chest as she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her body pushed forward, her face uptilted to his.
"Maybe we'd better get started," he said nervously. "Just what was your problem, Betty?"
"Are you married, Mr. McGruder?"
"Why-why, yes, Betty. Why do you ask?"
"I like married men better than single boys," she said softly. "They're so much more discreet, as well as being more experienced-if you know what I mean."
"Maybe we'd better sit down," he said, clearing his throat.
"I really do appreciate this," she said, and she took her arms from behind her back and clasped her hands behind his neck, pulling herself against him so that her breasts pushed into his chest, flattening against him.
"And I "want to show you how much I appreciate it," she continued, pulling his head down and fixing her mouth on his.
He responded instinctively to the sweet hot pressure of her mouth, and as her tongue slid between his lips, he grasped it and began sucking, his hands seizing her around the waist, holding her firmly. The subtle perfume of her hair filled his nostrils; the warmth and pressure of the soft, full-bodied girl aroused him and made the devils dance in his head.
As he kissed her deeply, his male sex drive made a quick response to the sweet enticement of her hot young body pressed against him. After a moment the sharp realization of what he was doing hit him, he pulled his mouth back from hers and reached up to grasp her hands and try to pull them from around his neck.
"We can't do this! Betty, stop it! Somebody might come in!"
"Poo! Who'd come in here to talk about math when they'd rather be off doing something else?" She tightened her grip around his neck and he strove in vain to break her grip.
"We can't! Now, cut it out!" he cried plaintively, moving backward, but her grip was bulldog-determined and her body kept rubbing up against his. They thrashed around by the desk in the front of the room, she hanging on for dear life, thrusting her hips against him and trying to rub her pelvis against his whenever she got close, while he kept going backwards in a little circle, avoiding the desks and trying to dislodge her.
Inevitably, his heel caught in the corner of his desk as he sidled backwards past it, and the weight of the girl overbalanced him. He fell, with a resounding thud, his body cushioning her fall as she landed on top of him. The air escaped from his lungs with an enormous whoosh and he lay in weak surrender, unable any longer to resist the advances of his youthful charge.
Betty looked down at him, triumphant. She was lying with her belly against his, her thighs spread so that the bulge of her Venus mound pressed intimately against the swelling of his cock. He sucked in air and groaned, her mouth fastened on his, and she began to move her hips from side to side and in a rotating motion. The friction and movement, together with the warmth of her body and the oral ministrations she was bestowing on his lips and tongue, aroused his flaccid cock so that she could feel it begin to swell and harden under her. She kept up the sideways motion, rolling her cunt back and forth across his cock until he reached up. and closed his arms around her.
"This is so nice," she murmured. "I feel your cock. It's hard as stone."
"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, but there was defeat in his voice; she knew his resistance was over.
She rocked to one side so that she could get her hand on his cock, and she began to squeeze and rub it.
"You've got a big one," she murmured. "I thought you would have."
"Why're you doing this to me?" he whispered.
"I like you, Mr. McGruder. That's why." She had his zipper down now and her hand was inside his pants, clasping the hot, naked meat.
"Do you do this to every man you like?"
She had his cock out now, free of any restraint from his shorts or trousers, and with her fisted hand she began to move the foreskin back and forth across the ridge of his glans. "Not all of them.-Not yet, anyway." She giggled.
"You-you're just a child!"
She squeezed his hot shaft. "You'll never make this thing believe it now," she said, waggling his cock.
He closed his mouth and his eyes, oblivious to everything but her physical presence and what she was doing to him. She stood up suddenly and stripped off her panties, throwing them over the desk where they landed on his chair. She squatted over him, pressing his cock down flat against his belly with her own soft naked flesh. She stretched out on his body with his cock between them, positioned so that it lay against her cunt, pressing against the warm, moist cleft.
She began to rock back and forth, rubbing his cock with her body. He could feel the heat, and the dampness as joy juice began to seep from her cunt to moisten the puffy folds pressed tight to his cock. He groaned and tightened his hold on her. He was kissing her neck and behind her ear while she kept rubbing his cock.
"You like that, don't you, Mr. McGruder?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he groaned. "Do you want to fuck me now?"
"My God, yes!" he exclaimed. "I want to fuck you."
"Did you ever fuck one of your students before?" she asked, teasingly.
"No, never!" His voice was hoarse.
"The girls talk about you a lot, Mr. McGruder. They say you're real good-looking and groovy. You could fuck a lot of them if you wanted to." She was rolling her hips faster now, the friction on his cock increasing to a delightful level. "I could give you the names of those that really dig you, if you want."
"Just you," he gasped. "I just want to fuck you, now!"
She moved up so that his cock was pressed between the flushed outer labia, then began to slowly sink back onto it. He had her by the waist now; he held her firmly and thrust up with his hips, forcing the bulbous head of his love stick into the hot sheath of her body.
"You're tight," he whispered. "Oh, my, you're tight!"
"Because you're so big, Mr. McGruder," she murmured into his ear, her cheek pressed against his. She wriggled around, seating his cock still further into her. As he bucked up, his hips thrusting, his hands pulled her as if drawing her down over his cock, slipping her onto it.
"You're sweet," he whispered. "You're a beautiful girl, Betty, and you've got a sweet, honey-dripping cunt, squeezing my cock like a hand."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
With a final upward lunge he had slid his cock deep within her tight, clutching tunnel of love, and she began to rotate her hips, grinding down on him.
"Oh, yes, Betty," he cried. "You're a fine girl. I never would have guessed you were so sweet and so tight. God, your cunt feels good on my cock!"
"I'm glad." Her mouth closed on his then, and she began to suck on his thrusting tongue, trying to devour him through the two orifices of her body which held him.
Her hips rocked in a tilting motion so that his cock was drawn out of her cunt for two or three inches, then forced back in with the tilting action of her pelvis. He was bucking up into her with an increasing tempo that she matched with her writhings. She moved faster and faster, her body a frenetic love machine as it stimulated him beyond endurance, past the point of no return, till the scalding come boiled up from his balls to shoot deep into her cunt, the hot juice triggering her own shuddering spasms so that her final flurry of movement brought on her orgasm too.
When it was over he staggered to his feet and looked at her in wonder as she straightened her clothes. She smiled brightly at him.
"Thank you, Mr. McGruder," she said. "I'll see you in class tomorrow." Picking up her books from her desk she left the room. As she left she almost bumped into Mr. Wiggens, the principal, who came into the room giving a fatuous, middle-aged smile to the pretty little student who passed him in the doorway.
"Glad I caught you here, McGruder," he said as he approached the white-faced mathematics teacher. "I wanted to talk to you about your shades. I've noticed that sometimes when you leave at night you forget to draw the shades down all in line with each other."
He paused, waiting for a response from the speechless teacher. His bright, restless gaze flashed past McGruder and fell on the flimsy scrap of nylon on the chair by the desk-Betty's forgotten panties. Wiggens walked past the startled teacher and picked up the panties, holding them delicately between his thumb and middle finger. His voice took on the horrified tone of a preacher watching a member of his congregation in original sin.
"McGruder, you'd better start talking. You've got a lot of explaining to do!"
McGruder's chin bobbed up and down like an apple in the water. Finally sound came. "My wife's, my wife's! Can you imagine? I reached into my pocket for a handkerchief and pulled that out. Can you imagine how embarrassing? It was dark this morning and I must have opened the wrong drawer and thought I was getting a handkerchief."
His attempt at a smile was weak and sickly. Wiggens looked at him with raised eyebrows.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A half hour later, Mr. Wiggens sat back in his chair and smiled reassuringly at the girl who stood in front of his desk.
"Now don't be nervous, Betty," he said unctuously. "And don't for a minute think there's anything wrong. I want you to feel perfectly at home."
"I do, Mr. Wiggens," said Betty. She drew a deep breath and her perfect breasts swelled and strained against the tight fabric that restrained them. "I feel fine."
And indeed she did. For Betty was a healthy young animal with good digestion and vibrant with vitality. The session on the floor with Mr. McGruder a scant half hour before had filled her with good spirits and stimulated her. "I feel fine," she repeated.
"I want you to trust me, Betty, and to be as honest with me as you would be with your own parents."
"Oh?" She frowned at him and glanced at the closed door behind her. The unusualness of the situation now struck her. About the only time a student ever entered Mr. Wiggens's office was in the wake of an irate teacher who brought the student to the principal for discipline. Private closed-door interviews in his office were unheard of. She took another deep breath and noticed how he swallowed suddenly, his eyes fixed on the points of her breasts. Well, she thought, he was a man, and not too old at that.
"Of course I trust you, Mr. Wiggens," she said.
"This-this little conversation of ours could have very serious repercussions, Betty. I-I want you to understand that,"
"Oh, I do, Mr. Wiggens." His eyes avoided hers, sliding across her stomach and fastening onto the swelling of her pubic mound. She clasped her hands behind her back, the movement causing her hips to thrust forward, emphasizing the contour of her hirsute mound-and the delightfully swelling breasts. She felt a satisfaction at the uneasiness that seemed to come over him.
"You see, I couldn't help noticing that during the last period you were in-visiting-Mr. McGruder."
"Dear Mr. McGruder," she said with a smile. "He was helping me with my math. I have a great deal of trouble with it."
"Ummm, yes. Yes, of course." He cleared his throat. "That's just what he told me, my dear." He paused. "Now, I want you to be very, very truthful with me, Betty."
"Of course, Mr. Wiggens." She fluttered her eyelashes demurely.
"Has-has Mr. McGruder ever said anything-has he ever done anything, that, that-well, might be considered to be not a very nice thine to do or say?"
"Heavens, no," she murmured. "Everything Mr. McGruder's done for me had been very nice indeed." Her lashes were at half mast, and a provocative little smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"Ah, yes, I see." He looked at her, almost hopelessly, not knowing quite what he dare say next. He made an attempt.
"Mr. McGruder is-is a vigorous man. A-a married man, who, well, probably has strong physical desires."
"You make him sound groovy," she murmured, her eyes twinkling.
"I meant that, well, confound it! Has he ever made a pass at you?" he blurted out.
"A pass, Mr. Wiggens!"
"Yes! Has he ever, well, you know, grabbed you where he shouldn't grab you? Has he ever pinched you? Has he ever tried to kiss you?"
"Mr. Wiggens!" Her eyes were wide with shock. "Whatever makes you think that Mr. McGruder would do a thing like that?"
"Well, you are-rather fetching, Betty. Quite pretty as a matter-of-fact. A man could hardly be blamed for wanting-for wanting to touch you."
Goodness, he's blushing, thought Betty as she looked at him coolly. "Why, thank you, Mr. Wiggens."
"Well, confound it! Has he? Touched you, that is?"
"He's always been a perfect gentleman. I like him very much."
"I told you I want you to be very honest now, Betty."
"Oh, lam, lam!"
"Well, there's something else."
"What is it, Mr. Wiggens?"
"It's something I saw. In that room," His eyes fluttered over her like a nervous butterfly, going from one spiked nipple to the other, ran down her body to stop at the prominent mound that bulged her dress at her crotch, then moved on and caressed the warm soft thighs that were almost wholly exposed by her clinging miniskirt.
"What was that, Mr. Wiggens?"
He cleared his throat and his voice became a little hoarser. "A piece of ladies' underwear."
"Underwear?" She grinned suddenly, and her hand went to her pubic mound and rested there for a moment. "What kind of underwear?"
"A pair of panties, Betty, black panties. Very scanty ones too, I might add, the kind they call bikini panties."
He was definitely blushing, she thought, but covering his embarrassment very nicely by blustering. "How exciting!" she exclaimed. "Was he hiding a woman in his classroom?"
"Hardly, my dear." He looked pained. "There was no one else there, of course. Except you."
"Me? When you found the panties?"
"Of course not! You had left already." He spoke heavily, as if his patience were being sorely tried. "We passed in the doorway."
"Yes, I remember."
"You had been in there with him. Alone."
"Mr. Wiggens!" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you trying to say?"
"Are those panties yours, Betty?"
She moved a few steps back from the desk, her eyes downcast. "Did he say they were mine?"
"No!" He snorted in disgust. "He had some cock-and-bull story about them being his wife's, and he had them in his pocket by mistake. Thought they were a handkerchief!"
"Maybe they were his wife's;" she said mildly.
"Have you ever seen his wife?" asked the principal caustically.
"Why, no, Mr. Wiggens."
"She weighs over two hundred pounds." He snorted again. "Those black panties on her would be like trying to diaper an elephant."
Betty giggled.
"It's not funny, young lady," snapped Mr. Wiggens. "You be honest with me and there won't be any trouble. Were those panties yours?"
"Do you really mean there won't be any trouble?" she asked curiously. "Of course I mean it."
"But if you're not going to do anything about it, then why do you want to know?" she asked reasonably.
"There'll be no trouble, for you," he assured her in a tone of exasperation.
"What will you do to poor Mr. McGruder?"
"So they are your panties," he said accusingly.
"I didn't say that," she replied demurely. "You're going to make trouble for poor Mr. McGruder if you can, aren't you?"
"Well, he can't go around-around-doing that to his students. Not in this school!"
"Doing what?"
"For God's sake, Betty!" he exclaimed hoarsely. "Did he do it to you or didn't he?"
Sweat was standing out on his forehead now in little droplets.
"Take my panties off, you mean?"
"That'll do for a starter. Were those your panties I saw in McGruder's classroom?"
"I'm not going to tell you," she said firmly. "I think it's a girl's private business where she takes off her pants."
He made a strangling noise. "Betty, do you want me to call your parents in and discuss this with them?"
She giggled. "What'll you do? Call them up and tell them one of your teachers seduced me in a classroom?"
"Did he seduce you, Betty?"
She shrugged. "Maybe I seduced him."
"Don't be flippant!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her in exasperation. "You admit then to having-relations-with him?"
"I won't admit anything. You're just trying to get poor Mr. McGruder in trouble and I won't let you." Her smile broadened and became teasing. "I like him too much-especially after what he showed me in his classroom today."
"My God! What he showed you-! You're flaunting it at me! For God's sake, Betty, why don't-you come right out with it and tell me what happened in there?"
"I think you're a dirty old man," she said with dignity. "You just want me to say that Mr. McGruder fucked me, whether he did or not. Well, I won't tell you anything."
Mr. Wiggens was livid. "There are ways of finding out, young lady!"
"What will you do? Have the police come and take me away and make tests? My daddy will sue you. You can get in a lot of trouble that way. So you might as well forget the whole thing." She paused. "Now, let go of me. You're hurting my arm."
He stared open-mouthed at her and backed a step away, letting his hands fall to his sides. After a moment he said, "I'm sorry. I lost my head. I really did."
"Well, I guess I can understand that," she said calmly. "You were probably jealous of Mr. McGruder."
"Jealous?" He was floundering now.
"I can tell," she said matter-of-factly. "Men are pretty much a-like. The way you've been looking at me since I've been in here-at my breasts and legs and everything-I could tell. You were thinking about him-you know-fucking me, and it got you all upset because deep inside you want to do it to me yourself."
"Oh, no!" he protested, one hand pawing feebly at the air in front of him.
"I could tell," she insisted. "I know when men want to do it to me. I can tell by their eyes and the way their mouths get."
"Did-did Mr. McGruder look at you that way?"
"Oh, yes," she said breezily. "He's been looking at me like that since the term started."
"And do-do you ever let men-men-"
"Do it to me?" She laughed. "That's kind of personal." She paused. "You know, you're a sweet old thing. You're much nicer now than when you were trying to bully me a few minutes ago."
"I'm sorry for that."
"It's all right." She waved one hand airily. "And if you promise not to say anything to Mr. McGruder-or anyone-about those panties you found, I'll tell you what you want to know."
"I promise, I promise!" The words came tumbling out of his mouth.
She giggled and took hold of the edge of her miniskirt and raised it up to her waist. "I was in such a hurry to get out of there I forgot all about my panties."
Mr. Wiggens stared popeyed at her nakedness below the raised skirt. Her thighs were firm and round, and the curve of her belly was quite delectable as it flowed down to the juncture of her thighs. Her Venus mound was covered with a mat of light brown curls. As he watched she slowly turned, as if she were modeling something, and the full, rounded cheeks of her pert bottom came into view, to pass and leave him staring again at the tantalizing, hairy cunt.
"If you have my panties, I'll let you put them on me-if you want," she said demurely, still holding the skirt waist-high.
He groaned. "I don't-but perhaps, perhaps I can get them."
"Silly!" she giggled. "You can't ask Mr. McGruder for them after you promised not to mention them to anyone. I guess I can get along without them." She began slowly to lower the skirt.
"Oh, no! No! Please don't! Don't drop your skirt yet," he pleaded.
"Why, Mr. Wiggens! I showed you what you wanted to know. I thought you'd let me go now."
"In a little while," he breathed. "Not just yet. You're marvelously mature and beautiful for such a young girl."
"That's what Mr. McGruder said when he took my panties off," she said shyly.
"Ah! Did he-did he hurt you, Betty?"
"Goodness no! He wanted to take my panties off to give me pleasure, he said. He said he wouldn't hurt me."
"What did he do, child? What did he do?"
"He began to rub me here." She showed him with her hand, lightly touching the mound between her thighs.
"Oh, yes! Like this?" Mr. Wiggens dropped to his knees before her, one hand going around to rest on a voluptuous buttock, while the other began gently to rub the mass of tangled curls.
"At first," she said. "Then he rubbed between the lips down there. Like that," she said as he combed through the luxuriant foliage that shrouded her cunt, and spread the flushed and swollen outer lips. His middle finger began to move up and down between her labia, rubbing gently on the sensitive inner flesh.
"Like this?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! And then after a while he put a finger inside." Her eyes were closed now, a smile resting on full, petulant lips. She moved her legs, spreading them so that he would have easier access to the portal of her body that he was now probing.
The passion flow was beginning, lubricating her cunt so that his finger slid around the warm, slippery flesh. He rubbed the turgid clitoris, worrying it between his thumb and middle finger, then he slid another finger into the seething tunnel of her body as far as it would go, and began to rotate it, rubbing the inside of her cunt.
"Are you going to kiss me now?" she asked in a husky whisper. "Kiss you?"
"Mr. McGruder said that was the nicest thing about girls. They have two sets of lips to kiss and love-and then he began to kiss me there. You can kiss me there if you want to."
"Oh, yes," he stammered, and he moved forward between her spread thighs, his eager mouth, pressed against the sweet hot folds of her cunt, his tongue licking up and down, then sliding into the hot vagina. He stabbed her with his tongue, licked her, sucked her, seizing the stubby clitoris between greedy lips and sucking it like a candy.
"You're nice, Mr. Wiggens," she said softly, looking down at him. "It's just as much fun with you as it was with Mr. McGruder. Are you going to fuck me too, like he did, after you make me come this way?"
"Oh, yes, Betty! God yes!" He tore his mouth away from her cunt long enough to answer her, then began to suck her again, both hands squeezing and kneading the full soft cheeks of her ass.
"In a minute, Mr. Wiggens," she said soothingly. "You keep sucking-that's it, harder, harder!"
The tension began to mound in her body as he brought her to the peak of emotion with his thrusting, licking tongue and the greedy suckings of his mouth. When the spasm hit her, he redoubled his efforts, sucking desperately while the twitchings of her body diminished. Finally she put a hand down on his head and pulled him from her cunt.
"That's enough," she said softly. "Now you can fuck me if you want."
She lay down on the carpet and watched curiously as he opened his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor, then followed them with his shorts. His cock was fully roused, standing at throbbing attention as he lowered himself between her spread, bent legs.
He positioned the bulbous head of his cock between the soft folds of her cunt and began to press slowly inwards. Her knees drew up and she began to make little gasping noises as his cock started to work its way into her. Her cunt was tight and clutching on the thick meaty organ that rammed again and again into her, each thrust seating it an inch deeper in her hot box. The muscles of her ass were clenched and straining as she worked her hips from side to side and hunched them up with instinctive response to the hot meat that sledged into her cock-squeezing vagina.
Her writhing and bucking helped him drive his tool to her depths till one last lunge plunged him home. He lay still for a moment, gasping in passion, his cock throbbing and jerking-in her toolbox while she lay moaning under him, her body still moving with continuous muscular action. The cheeks of her ass were flexing and her internal muscles were working on his cock with a sensual milking pressure.
"You've got a sweet pussy," he breathed into her ear. "The sweetest, tightest little cunt I've ever fucked."
"Oh, Mr. Wiggens," she sighed. "You feel so good inside me. You're bigger than Mr. McGruder. You fill me right up."
At the reference to the mathematics teacher, the principal's passion became further stimulated and he began to slowly fuck into the soft white body of the girl under him.
"Damn McGruder," he muttered.
"What'd you say, Mr. Wiggens?"
"McGruder. He shouldn't have done that."
"Done what, Mr. Wiggens?"
His cock was traveling a good six inches in her hot, slimy cunt, while her body writhed passionately under him, her pelvis rolling and rocking as she twisted around, tilting her cunt in a hundred different ways so the delightful friction could be felt in as many different places.
The image of the tall, wide-shouldered mathematics teacher mounting his young charge filled Mr. Wiggens's mind. He saw the white, naked thighs spread and lift, saw the fragile form under McGruder, saw the stiff cock penetrate the soft, yielding flesh, saw the vigorous pounding of her body as McGruder fucked her. He groaned from the increased excitement these thoughts had brought him, and he accelerated the tempo of his own movements.
She didn't answer him. She wasn't sure what he meant, nor was she interested. Her interest centered on the sensation of his cock in her vagina, the sweet, hot friction of its travels, the flame of lust that burned in her veins. Her body responded like a well-oiled machine, responsive, eager, an undulating, bucking, vibrant, passionate female living the ultimate moment of truth, the union with a male body-the most exquisite sensation of which a young female body is capable. His body slapped against hers with an increasing sound and tempo, bringing them both up to the top of the mountain, and the explosion left them shuddering convulsively in each other's arms.
After a moment he spoke gently in her ear. "Can you forgive me, Betty? I mean-a young girl like you. I shouldn't, I truly shouldn't have-"
She sighed and flexed her internal muscles, squeezing the now flaccid cock that still rested warmly in her cunt. "I'll try, Mr. Wiggens, I'll truly try."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anna smiled at the gangling youth who scowled at her. "Don't be such a sourpuss."
"Well, look! I'm supposed to be tutoring you now. Don't you want to learn this stuff?"
She sniffed. "Bunch of silly old numbers. What in the world do I want to learn them for?"
"To pass math, that's what for."
"That's the silliest reason I ever heard of, to spend a lot of time and work on silly old numbers I'll never in all my life have to use. Just to get a silly little mark on a card, and ten years from now I couldn't care less about it, whatever it is."
"Well, why in the world did you sign up for the tutoring program?" He looked bewilderedly at her.
"It got me out of a stupid study hall for one reason, and for another...." She looked coyly at him. "I get to spend some time alone with a good-looking boy."
"Oh, come on, Anna!" He tried to be cross with her, but she could see his mood changing. "What am I going to say when I have to fill out (my report?"
She shrugged. "Just put down something like: 'Anna tries, but she doesn't seem strongly motivated. Progress is slow'."
He looked at her for a moment, wonderingly. "You seem different today, Anna."
"How do you mean, different?" She leaned toward him, her eyes partly closed, her breasts thrust forward.
"I mean, like now." He was a little exasperated. "You act like you want to neck or something."
"Now you're motivating me," she whispered dramatically. "Expand on that, 'or something' that you mentioned."
They were using an empty classroom for their tutoring session and Warren was sitting back in the teacher's chair, sprawled out, a frown tugging at his eyebrows. Anna got up from her seat and came around the desk in front of him, then hopped up on the edge of it, grinning down at him. His eyes dropped to her thighs. From his position he could look up the channel between her legs and see the patch of blue panties at the end that covered her crotch. She was indifferent to what he saw.
"What was that again?" she prompted. "You started out with necking, I think."
"Anna! What would happen if anyone came in and caught us, well-necking?"
She cocked her head to one side. "Depends. If it was a girl, she'd be jealous of me with such a cute boy. If it was a boy, he'd want to get in on the game. And if it was a teacher, we'd probably both be expelled."
"There, you see!"
"So what's wrong with living dangerously?"
"Anna!"
"Warren!" she mocked him. "I heard all about you being such a big lover. I never thought I'd have to ask you to kiss me." With that she slid off the desk and onto his lap, her arms going around his neck and her mouth closing on his, her tongue sliding slickly between his lips. After a moment he began to suck it gently, one of his arms around her waist and the other resting on her shoulder. The heat of young emotion fanned quickly into flames and he pressed her closely to him. The hand that had been on her shoulder slid down to her breast and he squeezed it and fondled it for a little while as their kiss continued with a growing heat.
He tired of her breast, and his hand slid down her side and he began to massage her thigh, rubbing it gently. After a moment he had pushed the edge of her skirt slowly back.
He was caressing her leg clear up to the crotch, and his fingers plucked at the edge of her panties. She pulled her mouth away from his and looked into his eyes.
"Do you want me to take off my pants now?"
He didn't say anything, just stared at her. She slowly got off his lap and smiled down at him while she rolled the flimsy blue garment down over her swelling hips and long, tanned thighs. He stared at the hairy patch that moved just inches from her fingertips.
"Do you want me to get you ready now?" she murmured.
When he didn't answer, she leaned forward and caressed his stiff prick through the material of his trousers. A smile hovered gently at the corner of her mouth as she matched the play of emotion on his face. She took hold of his zipper and slowly pulled it down, then spread his fly and maneuvered his straining cock out through his shorts. She pulled the swollen balls out too, and cupped them in one hand while with the other she stroked the vibrant, turgid shaft.
"You've got a big one, Warren," she murmured. "No wonder all the girls talk about you."
"Anna, not here!" he gasped. "Don't you like this?"
She closed her fist around his cock and slowly began to jack him off. A drop of moisture worked up the canal and trembled at the slitted purple end.
"God, yes! Of course I like it! A guy would have to be out of his mind to say he didn't like it."
"Do you like this?"
She bent forward and her lips closed over the bulbous head of his cock. She laved it with her tongue, then began to suck gently. He groaned and put a hand on her head. She opened her mouth wider and engulfed him, taking half his cock into her mouth and again began to suck it, her tongue pressing tightly against the sensitive underside, her head bobbin or slightly as she nursed on the long, quivering shaft.
"Oh, yes! I like that!" he cried, and he held her head now with both hands so that she couldn't move away, couldn't release his cock, and his hips bucked quickly up as he fucked desperately into her mouth.
She sucked harder and harder, feeling the tension rise in him like a rocket after countdown as he jerked spasmodically, thrusting his cock deep against the back of her mouth-then the mushroom cloud of passion hit him and his sperm shot in hot little spurts deep into her throat while she swallowed convulsively. After a moment she released his now flaccid cock and smiled up at him again.
"That's what the girls told me," she said.
"You get real hot and come too quick on the first one."
"Who told you that?"
"I guess you know who could have told me." She paused. "They say the second one's a lot better with you, and you really show a girl a good time then."
"Is that why you-you sucked me off?"
"Sure-to get that first quickie out of the way. I don't like quickies," she explained. "They get me all frustrated and tense. This time we'll both have a good time."
She was fondling his cock with both hands, and as she played with it she felt it swell and harden in quick resurrection. When it was fully raised she crawled onto his lap and held the end of it between the flushed and swollen outer lips of her cunt. The entrance was bathed in the freely-flowing passion juice, and as his cock entered her she closed her eyes and clasped her arms around his neck, letting his cock slide deeper into her as she settled on his lap.
She was fully aroused, as hot as she could get, and her cunt was well lubricated. His cock had an easy entrance at first, until half its length was inserted in her, then the tight-clutching vaginal wall met him with increasing pressure and she gave a little sigh. His cock was long and thick, and her cunt was sweet and hot, but also young and tight, and the further in he went the greater the resistance became.
She began to roll her hips around and rocked up to draw his cock out an inch or two, then rocked back to sink it ever further into her hot, twitching passage. He moaned and clasped her waist with both hands, wanting his cock in her, deep inside her, wanting the feeling of that hot tight pussy warm and close around his organ. So he pulled her down with his hands and at the same time thrust his hips up until finally he'd sheathed his gun deep within the warm holster of her body. He began to jerk upwards in little spasms, but most of the movement was hers.
She closed her mouth on his and began to work her ass around on his lap, twisting and turning, tilting her cunt from side to side and forward and backward, working on his cock with a sure knowledge of what would drive him crazy as well as build her up to a shattering climax. His arms tightened around her and he forced himself to relax in the chair, leaving the fucking to her, and she brought them both along to the final explosion when he couldn't contain himself any longer, but jerked frantically upwards. His come spurted deep into her belly and she gave a little cry and collapsed on his lap.
"Holy Christ!"
The epithet was spoken softly, in an almost reverent tone. Anna and Warren, both startled, looked up at a gangling redheaded youth who stared with open mouth.
"Red! What the hell you doing here?"
"You mean, what the hell are you doing here, don't you? I knew you were tutoring somebody here this period, but Jesus, I thought it was math!"
Anna got up from Warren's lap, smiling up at the new boy. "Hi. I'm Anna."
"Well-pleased to meet'cha." He paused. "Holy mackerel, you really gave him a ride."
"How long have you been here?" asked Warren.
"Long enough to see what was going on. No wonder you like to tutor. Maybe I'll get in on it myself. Boy! I thought you had to be good in math or something square like that."
"Every day's not like this."
"I'd settle for once a week-why not? Wow! Hey, can I tutor you in something?" He grinned at Anna.
"See?" she told Warren. "I told you if a boy came in he'd want to play too."
"Come on, be a sport," said Red. "Both of you. If you let me have some goody too, I won't tell anybody about it."
"You wouldn't anyway," said Warren threateningly.
"No, but have a heart! Fair's fair."
"I don't think we've got time," said Anna judiciously.
"Sure we do," said Red eagerly. "The period's only about half over. And Warren can watch in the hall and warn us if anybody else is coming."
"Well." She looked at Warren. "It does seem only fair." She giggled and pointed at the bulge in the front of Red's pants. "And we've got him all excited too. It doesn't seem right not to do something for him now."
"If you want to," Warren shrugged.
"How about like this?"
She twitched her skirt up around her waist and lay face down over the desk, the round white cheeks of her ass poised invitingly. Her cunt lay bare and exposed, still wet from Warren's sperm and her own passion juice. She peeked back over her shoulder to see what impact the sight had on Red. He had already taken his cock out; he positioned it between the lips of her cunt and with one thrusting lunge had seated it to the hilt.
He grabbed her hips and began to fuck quickly into her, his loins slapping against the full rounds of her ass, his cock traveling its full length in the slimy love channel of her body. Warren went to the door of the classroom and mounted guard, looking alternately down the corridors and back at the two figures by the desk. The sound of slapping flesh grew louder as Red accelerated his tempo, and below the noises of slapping flesh and the swishing liquid sound of his cock traveling in her wet swamp, was a low moaning as Anna's emotions found vocal expression in response to the physical sensations that wracked her.
By the time Red had finished fucking her, Warren had gotten another erection, stimulated by the sounds and sights of the coupled pair. When Red straightened up and pulled his limp wet cock from Anna's cunt, Warren was there and put a hand on her ass to keep her down.
"We've got ten minutes yet," he said hoarsely. "You watch the door, Red. I want one more piece of the action before I go."
A smile curled Anna's mouth as she pressed her cheek flat against the desk top and waited for the exquisite, soothing entry of warm pock into her hot, craving vagina. Two scores for the contest with Betty already, and it wasn't even lunch time!
CHAPTER NINE
At supper that night Anna looked at Betty and raised her eyebrows questioningly. Betty hesitated, then raised two fingers and looked questioningly at Anna in turn. The younger girl also held up two fingers, and they both smiled and shrugged.
"Well, what's with you two?" asked their mother, who had noticed the little byplay. "Some kind of private code?"
"Private joke," said Betty, then turned to Jett. "How'd your first day in the garage go?"
"Liked it fine." He looked sheepishly at his uncle. "I did pull one boner today."
"Damn fool got lost!" his uncle snorted. "Sent him to drive a customer's car home and it took him way over an hour to get back to the garage."
"Well, everything's new to him," defended Anna. "It's going to take time for him to find his way around."
"What customer was it?" asked Dolly shrewdly, and saw the flash of embarrassment cross Jett's face.
"Doc Edmunds' wife," said Luke. "Right down off Bradley Road. Don't see how he could have got lost down that way."
"Well, I can understand why it took him some time," murmured his wife.
"What did you say, dear?"
"Nothing, Luke. Eat your soup before it gets cold."
That night Jett's young cousins went to bed early, and waited patiently till they heard the sounds of their parents and Jett going to their rooms. They waited even longer until a depth of stillness settled over the house. They both got out of bed then crept to the door of the room and opened it a crack.
"You might be all wrong," whispered Anna.
"Well soon find out."
"Papa's sure to wake up if she gets out of bed now."
The master bedroom that their parents shared was at the end of the hall, with Jett's bedroom between it and the girls' room.
"You know how he sleeps. A cannon going off wouldn't wake him up once he starts snoring. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if Mama put some sleeping tablets in his soup. You saw how dopey he was all evening."
"Shhh!"
They froze, not daring to breathe, as they heard the sound of a door opening and the creak of floor boards as someone moved into the hallway. Then they heard the metallic sound of a knob turning and a faint creak of hinges, followed in a moment by the click of the latch closing.
"You see!" whispered Betty triumphantly.
"You win." Anna shrugged. "Do you think that tonight will be the first time, or do you think she had him yesterday when he first got here?"
"If she did, she sure works fast."
They scrambled through the doorway and knelt outside the door of Jett's room, their ears pressed against the panel. They could hear the sound of their mother's high-pitched voice and the lower rumble of their cousin's reply.
"You're a naughty boy. I can just imagine what you were doing with Mrs. Edmunds while Luke thought you were lost."
His rumbling voice answered her but the words were lost.
"You can't deny it. I've heard all about that bedroom of theirs and how she seduces all the delivery men and whoever she can get in there with her ... she's a hot blooded woman ... no, I don't see anything wrong with that ... mmmmmmmm, I like that Jett ... yes, I'm hot blooded too ... mmm, don't bite, gently, darling, gently ... yes, if you want me bo. ... my, how big you are ... all I've thought about since yesterday was how it was with you in me ... my God, Jett, I like your cock ... mmmmmm ... do you like that, darling? ... do you want me to lick it some more? Oh, please, Jett ... that's so good ... that feels so good ... oh, yes, suck it harder ... are you getting hotter ... shall I suck it now?"
The sound of voices died away and the two sisters stared at each other, holding each other by the shoulders in a half-embrace as they crouched in front of the door.
"They did do it yesterday," said Anna.
"And the way she talked about his whang!"
"He must really have a lulu!"
"All I can say is, I'd better win by Friday!"
"You know, we've got a problem."
"What's that?"
"Well, if Mom's going to come in to see him every night, how is the winner going to collect?"
They stared at each other in silence, then finally Betty nodded her head. "Some way. We've got to work it out, that's all."
Again they bent their heads to the door, in close embrace while they listened. After a time they again heard their mother's voice.
"Oh, Jett, that was great ... you're beautiful, Jett ... here, let me snuggle up against you ... gee, you've got thick arms. Like a boxer ... and your waist, it's small as a girl's ... and your thighs ... they're muscled like a Green Bay lineman ... and these ... they're as big as tangerines ... how many times did you fuck Mrs. Edmunds? ... no, I won't tell! Silly boy, who would I tell, for heaven's sake? Certainly not Luke ... come on, how many times? You did? Three times, and after yesterday, too ... and now. How many times are you going to do it to me tonight? Well, leave it up to me then ... I'll get you ready. How many times? As many as you can stand, Jett ... eighteen years old, my oh my, oh my ... you know, Luke was close to forty when I married him ... oh, that's so big ... it's so hard ... I want you on top of me, Jett ... that's it ... take it easy ... mmmmmm ... oh, my! Not so hard at first ... back out a little ... that's it, now in again ... ohhhhhh ... oh, myyyyyyy ... oh, JETT! That's it ... slower, honey ... make it last ... it's so good ... ohhhhh ... oh, myyy ... mmmmmmmm...."
The two girls leaning against the door looked at each other, and Betty impulsively drew Anna closer to her and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss lasted and both of them had their arms around each other, holding more and more tightly.
"Ma's really having a time in there," said Anna.
"I know. I got hot as a firecracker just listening."
"Is that why you kissed me?"
"Any port in a storm," answered the older sister.
Anna giggled. "It felt good. I'm so hot myself I feel like busting in there and telling Mama to move over."
"And, of course, we can't do that."
"No, we can't. But we can do this."
"Yes, we can."
While they were talking their lips were brushing against each other's so that they were almost talking into each other's mouths, their breath moist and warm. Betty began to lick Anna's lips and the inside of her mouth. Their tongues met in Anna's mouth and they rubbed and caressed, and Anna began to suck Betty's tongue, softly, with a warm, deep passion.
As they kissed, their bodies writhed in each other's arms. They toppled over and lay on the carpeted hall, their bodies touching now from their lips to their toes, their legs, intertwined, their robes open now, the flesh of their bodies hot against each other. Lips mashed against teeth, saliva from the mouth of one running over into that of the other who sucked greedily on the thrusting, slick tongue. Fresh young nipples rubbed against each other; rounded bellies caressed; the hairy patch at Betty's crotch was rubbing against Anna's pelvic bone as she writhed against her.
Finally their lips parted again and Anna spoke hoarsely into Betty's ear. "We'd better get out of the hall."
"Yes, we'd better." She paused. "Anna?"
"What?"
"It's not easing it any, is it?"
"No, it's not."
"What do you suppose we ought to do?"
"I know I don't want to go to sleep feeling this way, even if I could sleep."
"Come on. Let's get into bed."
A moment later the two girls were lying together in Betty's bed, both bodies naked now, clutched close together, hot sucking mouths busy. Betty, as the older sister, took the initiative in beginning further action as she finally broke the prolonged kissing and began to mouth Anna's body, kissing her behind the ear and along her neck and across her chest till her searching lips found the spiked nipple capping one of Anna's small but softly rounded breasts.
"Oh, I like that, Betty," breathed Anna. "I want you to suck the other one for a while, then come back to that one. It feels so good."
Betty grunted and obliged, her lips and tongue seizing the other turgid nipple and worrying it, laving it, sucking it. After a time she raised her head.
"I've got an idea," she said. She moved on the bed so that she was leaning over her young er sister, head positioned over Anna's breasts while her own jiggled over Anna's face.
She swayed and slowly lowered herself so that her swinging breasts brushed Anna's mouth, moving back and forth across her parted lips till the younger girl embraced her, stopping her movements, and seized one plump nipple between sharp teeth. Betty lowered her own head and nuzzled at Anna's tits, then began to suck one breast, pulling as much of the soft white flesh in her mouth as she could.
Minutes passed while they nursed each other, hands busy as they worked, caressing the bodies, the backs, the breasts, the full, curved cheeks of each other's fannies. Some time later Betty left Anna's breasts to move on across her flat, lean tummy, tonguing the deep navel till Anna's pelvis jerked up in spasmodic reaction. Betty found Anna's bush first and nuzzled in it, teeth biting gently on the swollen clitoris, then her lips closed on it and she began to apply a sucking pressure. Almost in the same instant Anna's hungry lips had found her stubby, turgid clitoris and each sucked fondly at the other's fountain of womanhood.
This time it was Anna who made the next move, perhaps because her own passions had been raised so high she couldn't wait and wanted to encourage Betty to go to the next phase of their love-making. Her tongue slid past Betty's clitoris and traveled down the separation between her swollen moist lips. She licked her roughly, the broad flat of her tongue pressing between the puffed outer lips, then gently. Her tongue was a darting, flicking blade of flesh, going from side to side of Betty's cunt, up and down along the length of it, then stabbing into the moist opening of her love box, licking at the seeping passion juice that flowed from it. Her mouth widened and flattened, and she sucked as much of the puffy flesh into her mouth as she could, then nursed hungrily, while between her own thighs Betty tongued and licked at her sweet cunt.
The tremors began to come over them together, and the two of them sucked frantically, each helping the other to the peak and the explosion that left them shuddering, each embracing the other's soft plump ass cushions, lips resting on the soft mats of curls that screened their cunts.
After a time, Betty spoke. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep now?"
"Yes." She stretched luxuriantly. "I never thought I could have so much fun with you, sister!"
"You're a pretty nice piece yourself, Sis," said Betty fondly.
"I wonder if Mama and Jett are still going?"
"I'm betting on Mama to keep him going for a long time yet."
"You know," said Anna reflectively. "I never thought before about making it with a girl-especially my sister-but it was real good."
"Of course, we got real hot listening to what was going on in that other room."
"Otherwise we might never have tried it."
"True." She paused. "Are you sleepy now?"
"Not really. As a matter-of-fact I feel bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."
Nibbling lips from the clitoris began to tease it into erection again.
"So you want to play?"
There was no answer. Not in words, anyway.
CHAPTER TEN
Jett was looking into space with a faint scowl on his face when Luke stopped to see what he was doing.
"Jett!"
The husky youth stared straight ahead as if in a deep trance, not hearing his uncle's voice.
"Jett! What in hell's the matter with you?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Uncle Luke." He grinned sheepishly. "I guess I was thinking about something else."
"You sure as hell weren't thinking about them brake shoes in front of you." His voice gentled. "Something eating you, boy?"
"Nah. Nah, it's nothing."
"Has to be something to be so wrapped up that way."
"Well." He hesitated. "I was thinking about my girl, Darlene."
"That explains it." He grinned at the boy. "I guess at your age you got a right to think about the split tails a little. You been away from her almost a week, ain't you?"
"Yes." Jett sighed. "Today's Friday. I saw her last Saturday. Almost a week."
"The yearnings you get at eighteen are a little stronger than they are after forty. I know how it is to have your nuts aching for a girl." He looked around, then spoke again with lowered voice. "Let me give you a little advice. Scout around and get yourself a steady piece of tail while you're here. It'll help pass the time for you till you see your girl again, and believe me she'll never miss the fucking you get here. Hell, she might even be getting a little male sympathy herself and who's to blame her? Women are a lot different from men, more realistic. Instead of pining away, "when their man's back, they're true blue again and no one's the wiser and nobody's hurt. Take my advice, boy, don't mope around. Get yourself some hot young pussy around here. Your Darlene will keep."
With that he slapped Jett on the shoulder and moved on, leaving the boy looking after him. He'd opened up a new train of thought for the redheaded youth. He'd been thinking back to all the times he and Darlene had been alone, the times they'd necked together, the times he'd played with her rubbery tits. And mixed up with his thoughts of Darlene had been his images of the greeting his aunt had given him that first day, the session he'd spent in Dr. Edmunds' playroom with Mrs. Edmunds, and the nights his aunt had crept into his room to help him while away the small morning hours. He shook his head. God! he was tired! She wasn't letting him get much sleep! ' He thought of the way his aunt and Mrs. Edmunds had come on, and he thought of what his uncle had said, and he thought of Darlene, lush, voluptuous, with full, pouting lips, wide hips, flat belly, and big, rubbery tits. He'd been wondering if she'd have put out for him if he'd really tried to get into her pants. Suddenly he knew that she would have, and wondered who was dating her now; he was just as sure that whoever it was, she was putting out for him.
It made sense, it was the only answer. He'd been so young and so dumb, he'd believed all that crap about virginity and purity and saving yourself till marriage. It was all a put-on, and he felt the same way he had when he was ten years old and had finally found out the truth about Santa Claus. I guess if you're gullible, you're gullible, he thought, and sighed. Darlene had probably wanted him to make her, had gone home to lie crying in her bed because she was so stirred up and he hadn't satisfied her.
Well, if he had her alone now, he'd take her if he had to tear her clothes off. And she'd love it. Like his uncle said. Women are different.
They're more realistic. They take their pleasures of the flesh when the flesh is there and willing. Like his aunt did. Like Mrs. Edmunds did. And like he would-now that he was past the put-on, now that he knew the score.
He tortured himself by wondering which of his friends was throwing his cock into Darlene these evenings while he was away. It was mid-afternoon when Doris, the bookkeeper, called to him from the little glassed-in office in the front of the garage. As he closed the door behind him he was fascinated by the sway of her beautiful can as she walked around the office. Her ass was large, but not too large, with firm, sharply defined cheeks covered with a tight fitting mini-skirt that molded itself to her when she moved. Jett gulped and he could feel his cock begin to swell in his pants.
"Yes? You wanted me?"
"Yes, Jett. I should have gotten you in here before. It's payday and I need some information from you. You have to sign some forms too. For income tax and social security and all that."
"Oh."
"Sit down."
He sat beside her, behind the desk, and when she turned her knee brushed his. She smiled, and he glanced down at her thighs. They were all there-her skirt had pulled back almost to her crotch and he could feel the pounding beat of his heart as hot desire for her body began to course through his veins. She was really built, better than his aunt, or Mrs. Edmunds either. He thought again of what his uncle had said, and suddenly he was sure of himself, sure of what she wanted. He put his hand on her bare thigh, his fingers down between her legs, his thumb on the top of her leg, under the edge of her skirt. She glanced up at him, startled.
"Jett! What are you doing?"
He looked around. They were hidden from the shop by a row of filing cabinets set against one side of the glass partition. He slid his hand forward along her thigh till it brought up against the softness of her nylon-covered bush.
"Luke's gone, isn't he?"
"He went to the bank-but he'll be back. Jett!"
She tried to pull away but he had his other arm around her shoulders now, and he pulled her close. His lips brushed hers. "You're beautiful. Doris."
"Well, thanks! But don't get carried away." She struggled, trying to break his grip around her shoulders. "Look, Jett, I'm engaged."
He shut off her words with his mouth, kissing her passionately, while the hand on her thigh crept on further till it was cupped over her cunt. As he kissed her, he massaged her through the flimsy nylon covering. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her hands were raised, fiat against his shoulders as she tried to push him away. As the kiss continued her mouth softened under his and his tongue slid slickly between her lips. After a moment she began to suck it gently, and as she did her hands slid up and over his shoulders and tightened there. At the same time her legs spread slightly and gave him easier access to the softness of her love box.
He fumbled with the elastic band, slipped his hand inside, and began to rub the sensitive folds of her cunt. By the time he got a finger between the turgid lips, the love juice was flowing, and he slid a finger into the hot grasping snatch, she moaned deep in her throat and clutched him tighter. Uncle Luke was sure right, he thought, and he used his other hand to open his pants and pull out his stiff, throbbing cock.
She stirred and glanced down, her eyes widening as she saw his great, swelling shaft. He could feel her stiffen, and he slipped another finger into her cunt now so that he had two fingers working in her seething passage.
"Oh, Jett! It's so big! What are you going to do?" she whispered, her eyes still fixed on the prodigious prick.
"You know what I'm going to do."
He gripped her panties by the top and began to work them down over her hips and legs. She raised herself up to help him, and when they dropped to the floor at her feet she stared at them for a moment, then looked again at his dick.
"I'm not sure I want you to, Jett. That's so big." Her voice was hushed and reverent. "I've never had one like that in me. Really I haven't."
"Don't be bashful, Doris. You're going to like it." His hands were on her hips, under her skirt, pulling her onto his lap. His eyes were feasting on the triangle of golden-toast-colored curls that crowned the juncture of her thighs. The lips of her cunt were swollen,, standing out amidst the rich foliage with a touch of deeper coral showing in between. He sighed and pulled her closer. Her legs were spread so that she was straddling his knees. She put one hand down and touched his quivering cock.
"I've never seen one that big, Jett. I don't know if I can take it all."
He ignored her words and pulled her close to him. Her hand had closed on his cock now and she positioned it so that the huge purple head was pressed between her flushed cunt lips and against the soft wet opening of her seething sheath. He drew her down and forward, and she beg-an to settle on his cock, the head of it stretching her vagina more than his fingers had as it began to enter her.
She moaned deep in her throat and closed her eyes, putting both arms around his neck and wriggling her ass around, seating his cock further up into her. He pulled her head down and closed his mouth over hers, kissing her with passion. Her cunt was tighter on his cock than either his aunt's or Mrs. Edmunds's had been, and he felt a fierce need to possess her, to bury his cock deep within her.
She was younger, she was prettier, and she was his. He was the one who had taken the initiative, whereas before it had always been an older woman. They had taught him, and he had learned his lessons well. Now, by demanding and taking Doris's body to use, he had satisfied the masculine instinct for domination, and the sensation was all the more satisfying because of it.
And so he reveled in the heat and constriction as the hot cunt pressured his cock, as it slid down over his stiff meat with an increasing tightness as he entered her deeper and deeper. Then at last she was all the way down and his cock was buried to the hilt in the tight moist scabbard of her body, and he held her by the waist and worked his hips around, fucking up into her with a slow, rotating, rhythmic beat.
Her tongue was a slashing sword in his mouth, her arms like steel cables around him, and her hips caught his rhythm and moved in unison with him, rolling, tilting, her cunt moving in delicious patterns of sensation that sent the lava boiling through his veins. They fucked slowly at first, but as the minutes passed the tension mounted, and he began to accelerate his movements till he was jerking up with a frenzied impatience, and she bucked and rolled on his cock with frenetic energy. The explosion came.
She sat there for some minutes afterwards, enjoying the feeling of his limp but still warm cock as it lay in her vagina. She kissed him gently.
"You'd better sign those forms now, Jett."
"Are they ready?"
"What in hell's going on?"
The enraged voice was that of his Uncle Luke as he stormed into the office. Doris slid off Jett's lap and smoothed the skirt down around her legs while the youth got up and sheepishly put his limp cock away.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Luke."
"Sorry? Sorry! What the hell good is sorry? I'm not paying you for fucking my clerk!" He slammed a bank bag down on the desk.
"But you told me yourself, Uncle Luke. You said to get a piece of tail around here close."
"But not right here in my office!"
"I'm sorry," repeated Jett, edging back toward the door that opened on the shop. "I won't do it again. Honest."
"By God, you'd better not. Not on working hours, anyway." He glared at the muscular youth, who closed the door behind him and made his way back to his station.
Luke turned then to the girl who faced him with downcast eyes. He pursed his lips. "I'm surprised at you, Doris. I never thought you'd do something like that-right here in the office."
"I-I guess I lost my head. I don't know what came over me. It'll never happen again, believe me."
He studied her face. "Well, I'm not sure if I want to hear you say that, Doris." He paused while she looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Of course, I don't want to have you doing anything like that with Jett again, but you've worked for me for quite a while now. I'd like you to come sit in the corner there with me while we discuss your behavior a little further."
He slipped an arm around her waist and led her behind the filing cabinets.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"How was your brother?" asked Dolly as she passed the platter of meat loaf.
"Dave? He was fine," said Jett. "He wants me to come and stay with him and Edith, but I told him I kind of like the garage work and want to stay with that a while longer."
Betty and Anna exchanged pleased looks. "I'm glad," said Betty. "Daddy says you're a good mechanic."
"You're turning out a lot of work for a new man," said Luke. "I'm satisfied." His eyes twinkled as the agreeable memory of the nubile Doris came to him. "On the whole I think it's been good for both of us."
"Why, thank you," Jett hesitated, then went on: "I thought for a while you were pretty mad at me."
"It's all right. Forget it," said Luke airily. "Something happen at the shop?" asked Dolly.
"It's nothing," answered Luke. "As a matter-of-fact, it turned out for the best."
"I do want to go over to Dave's tomorrow and maybe stay till Sunday."
"Oh, no!" said Anna with a pout.
"Why not?" demanded her father. "Can't he see his brother?"
"Well, I was just thinking." She glanced at Betty. "Never mind. I guess next week'll have to do."
Betty suppressed a smile. She knew what Anna had been thinking. Their contest ended tonight and they had planned to have the winner go into Jett's room on Saturday night if they could work it out. His going to his brother's would delay the winner's collecting the prize-whoever was the final winner. Right then they were no closer to deciding than they had been .at the beginning of the week, both of them going in to the last few hours of Friday with eight new scalps on their war belts as trophies of the contest.
"Are you girls going out tonight?" asked Dolly.
"You know it's the football game, Mother!" said Betty.
"You both going together?"
"I'm riding with Jan and her boyfriend," said Anna over a spoonful of peas.
"And Jack's taking me," said Betty.
"Well, don't be late getting in. Your father and I worry."
"And how about you, Jett?" asked Luke. "I got the old Model B almost ready to roll again. After supper I'll put the pan back on, put some new plugs in it and see if it won't fire up."
Luke yawned. "Am I tired tonight! I think I'll go to bed early."
"Great!" Dolly snorted, her huge breasts bobbing. "Another exciting evening for me with the boob tube."
"And a six-pack of beer," said Luke caustically.
Betty nudged Anna and giggled. When they left the table Anna whispered to her sister, "Do you see how sleepy Papa got again?"
"Yeah. Sleeping tablets in the soup again, I'll bet."
"I figure that's why Jett wants to spend Saturday night at Cousin Dave's-to rest up. Mama's been in there every night this week."
"The poor thing's probably exhausted-working all day and fucking Mama all night." The two girls were still giggling when they went out the door.
The evening passed as predicted. Jett got the Model B running, then went to bed. Luke had already turned in. Dolly sat watching TV till, the house grew still, then she put her empty can of beer down, left a night light burning for the girls when they came in, and crept stealthily upstairs to the bedroom level.
Jett was deep in sleep when he began to dream. There was the soft voluptuousness of Mrs. Edmunds, and he pictured her lying on the huge round bed, naked, her perfect breasts quivering as he played with them and laved the turgid nipples. Her Venus mound was very prominent, and he saw that she had a thick firm pillow under the soft rounded cheeks of her ass.
Her cunt was raised, the thick curls standing out from her body, the moist pink gash open in invitation. He left a hot trail of kisses across her rounded belly and pressed his face into the soft dampness of her cunt, kissing it passionately. She was writhing under him, and her legs came up, clamping tightly around his head, holding him there.
He was smothering, and he felt the hot moist cunt open in front of him. He tried to lick it. He lunged forward desperately, unable to breathe, but not caring. He wanted her cunt, wanted it in his face, touching him, wanted to kiss it, to feel it pressing against his mouth, his nose, his lips.
It was right there, it was all around him. She was swallowing him with her cunt. It had opened as he quaffed at its sweet goodness, and he was entering it, swimming in it, he was working his way into the sweetness of it. He could feel its tightness around him now, could feel her internal muscles working on him, could feel the rippling sensation going along his body from his feet to his head, forcing him in, deeper and deeper into her cunt, till suddenly he was head to head with someone else.
It was Doris. She was in there with him, but she was coming from the other end and her mouth was on his and their lips and tongues and teeth were all working on each other's; he could feel the saliva dribbling from her mouth and he sucked it, wanting to engulf her. Their hands were all over each other's bodies, feeling, grasping, searching. Hers was a lush, passionate body, built for love, built to be the cushion for a man lunging into her; a soft body with great rounded cushions on her ass and huge, rubbery globes for breasts. She was built to be balled.
And she and he were pressed together, working past each other, his mouth sucking on her great breasts, mouthing them, nursing on them, and he could feel the milk coming from them. He sucked hungrily, tasting the warm goodness of the milk as it came into his mouth, and he could feel the warm froth at his lips. He sucked one huge globe dry, then moved to the other, squeezing its fullness with kneading fingers, then biting the nipple gently and sucking till he felt the flow of milk begin again. He sucked harder and harder.
The muscles of the constricting vagina that held them both continued the pulsating pressure that moved him along, and he worked further into the hot streaming tunnel, his mouth forced away from the nourishment from Doris' breasts that sustained him, fulfilled him.
He tried to recapture the huge dripping nipple, but could not. His questing mouth found instead, her navel, her belly, the lush foliage that shrouded her cunt. He worked his mouth around, twisting his face from side to side to free his mouth of the dry, tangled hair, until he found the moist, satin skin between. He sucked her clitoris a while, his nose buried in the cleavage below, in the wet opening to her body.
And as he sucked her, he felt her mouth on his cock, pulling as much of it into her mouth as she could, her tongue pressing it, her head bobbing as she worked on it. Her arms were around his body, her hands busy on the cheeks of his ass, fondling, kneading, a finger sliding into the cleft to probe delicately there while her mouth increased its pressure and tempo on his cock.
At the same time he licked alone: her gash, mouthing it, drinking in the moisture that seeped from it, his tongue probing into the wet hole squirming so deliriously in his face. He too had a finger in the clenched asshole between her soft white cheeks, and he sucked and licked the folds of her cunt; he could feel the tension mount in her body as it did in his own.
And as the tension rose in them both, the tightly constricting vagina that held them convulsed in orgasm, and their bodies were bruised and jerked in the spasmodic convulsions of the sheath while at the same time their own explosions came" and rocked them, until it felt as if the whole world was going in one vast trembling mushroom cloud of passion.
He opened his eyes.
"Jett?"
"Aunt Dolly?"
"Yes. It's me." She was lying on the bed with him. Her head was pillowed on his thigh. She had hold of his cock in one hand, was looking at the end of it.
"That was quite a come," she said.
"I came?" he asked weakly.
"My God! You don't know?" She squeezed his cock and shook it in mock anger. "I had an awful time waking you; you were sleeping like a dead man. So I decided to eat you. You woke up for that, all right."
"I did?" he asked, still bewildered.
"It took a while, but you got a real charge off when you came." She sighed contentedly, folding his balls and base of his cock with one hand. "Ahh, Jett, what I wouldn't give to be eighteen again and meeting you for the first time! I wouldn't let anyone take you away from me."
"Well, thank you, Aunt Dolly." He stretched on the bed and yawned, realizing finally what had happened, relaxing in the aftermath of the passion that had controlled him for a brief while.
He lay there, his mind centered on the sensations that his aunt was now raising in his body. She continued her fondling of his cock and balls and her tongue darted out to lick around the head of his meaty shaft. The sensation was delicately sensual, and he could feel the slow rising warmth in his cock as it began to stir and swell. As it expanded she begin to lick more and more energetically until finally she took the head in her mouth and began to suck it gently.
He sighed. After a few more minutes, his prick was standing in full arousal, throbbing with a renewed, aching need. At that point Dolly moved away from his cock and lay back on the bed. She kept one hand on his cock, as if it were a handle, and she tugged at it.
"Come on, Jett. I can't wait any longer. Fuck me now. Please! I want this great huge cock of yours in me, pounding me. Hurry!"
He turned and mounted her, entering her with one thrusting lunge, his loins slapping against hers as his cock was sheathed to the hilt. He drew eight inches of it out and slammed down again, and then again, fucking with a slow tempo, but savagely, withdrawing his cock its full length until the bulbous head trembled between the flushed swollen lips of her cunt, then driving down again with a thud as their bodies came together.
"Oh, God! That's great!" she exulted. 'Tuck me slow, make it last, oh, that's so good, that feels so good, so good!"
Her hands clawed at his back and her hips were moving in slow but irresistible fashion, her pelvis rolling and twisting from side to side, tilting her cunt to every imaginable angle while he fucked into her. He too was working his cock in her cunt from a dozen different angles, slanting from side to side and drawing back till the head was trembling between the wet, satin lips and working there for a while before he drove it further.
"All right, all right! God damn it, stop that!"
The voice was outraged, furious, slapping at them at the same time that the room light came on. Jett stopped, frozen in mid-thrust, his head turning to see who was shouting at them from the doorway. It was his Uncle Luke standing there, livid, his fist shaking at them.
"Stop fucking her, Jett! Get off my wife!"
Jett tried to raise his hips, to withdraw his quivering cock from the moist receptacle that held it, but he couldn't. Dolly's arms were locked around his chest, her ankles behind his back. "Not now, by God!" she said. "You stay right where you are!"
"Dolly!" Luke was standing by the bed now, looking down at them.
"You go to hell, Luke Lanigan!" she cried. "You've no right to come busting in here like this, into Jett's bedroom."
"Jett's bedroom!" He was outraged.
"Go on, get out of here!" she insisted.
She began to move her hips, and Jett could, feel her internal muscles working on his cock.
"Damn it, Dolly, you're my wife! You got no business letting him fuck you this way!"
"Damn you, Luke, I give you all the cunt you want! You got no call to come busting in here while me and Jett-are fucking on my own time! Now get out of here!"
"Dolly!" He stared at her, open-mouthed.
"I mean it, Luke! I'm not stopping now for anything. We've gone too far, and since we can't turn the clock back to before he had this big whang of his in me, we're going to finish it!"
"Finish it, Dolly?" he groaned.
"For God's sake, Luke! I can't stop now!"
Her movements had become more vigorous as they talked till they finally reached again the frantic urgency of when he had first come in. Her cunt was a hot vibrating holster for Jett's gun, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and began to fuck into her again. Both of them were oblivious to the man who was leaning over them now.
Luke watched in silence for a few moments, then fumbled at his own pajama bottoms and in an instant had his own stiff cock in his hand, caressing it, fisting it, his hand moving in a slow jacking motion. His eyes were bright as he watched the lean muscular body of Jett working on his wife.
Her feet were flat on the mattress now so that she could get more leverage for her increasingly frantic hip movements. Luke could see Jett's cock as it came out from between the flushed velvet lips of her cunt and then traveled in again in a sledging motion, their loins coming together with a dull slapping sound. Luke groaned and took a tighter grip on his cock and began to jack off in faster and faster tempo, matching the rhythm of the couple on the bed.
"Oh, you've got a nice cock," breathed Dolly.
"I love your pussy, Aunt Dolly, your sweet hot pussy!"
"Oh, Jett! Fuck me faster!"
"I'm coming, Aunt Dolly! I can't hold it back any more! I'm cooooommmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg!"
His hips were moving at blinding speed now, sledging his triphammer of a cock into the soft white pavement of her body, till a thin cry came from her mouth, a cry she stifled by sinking her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, while her own hips went wild.
They thrashed against each other in a paroxysm of passion, his hot come spurting up into her tight cunt while beside the bed Uncle Luke also achieved his orgasm, his sperm shooting onto the writhing, jerking figures before him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Neither Anna nor Betty could have told anyone how the football game came out afterwards, although they were both there. Betty had left her boy friend, early during the game, saying that she needed to go to the John. Once away from her seat, she scanned the stands, trying to figure a way to stir up some action.
She had to get some scores tonight. All week long she had watched and talked to Jett and had come to want him more and more. He was all man-good-looking, muscular, with an athletic build. And he was a cocksman too. She knew that from eavesdropping outside his door at night when he was fucking her stepmother inside. So she wanted him, wanted him badly, wanted his cock in her, fucking her, wanted him with the deep primeval need of a female for a strong male.
And there was more than that, too.
There was the need to triumph over her sister. Anna was a year younger than she. It would be a severe blow to her pride-to her feeling of being a desirable female-to have her younger sister get a greater number of scores. She, with her year's greater experience, she should be able to get more of the fellows interested enough in her to try for a quick conquest, and she was sure ready to be conquered.
"Cold tonight, isn't it?"
She looked up. Standing beside her was a freckle-faced boy from her English class.
"Yes, it is," she answered. "You got any ideas on how to keep warm?" , "Jump up and down and root for old Jefferson High."
She made a rude noise with her lips. "Not in this wind. My legs are freezing now."
He grinned. "The cheerleaders don't seem to mind. And their skirts are shorter than yours-although not much."
Again she made a noise. "Phhht! They've got tights on under theirs, too. That makes a difference."
"And what do you have on under yours?"
She looked up at him for a moment with a teasing smile on her face. "You'll have to find out for yourself, if you really want to know. But not out here in this cold wind."
His eyes brightened and he leered at her. "I've got a car here."
"Why in hell didn't you say so? I told you I was cold."
They took off through the stands and out of the gate to the parking lot behind the school. When they got to the car he looked at her hesitantly for a moment, his hand on the handle of the front door. He dropped his hand, then reached for the back door handle. , "Let's sit in the back," he said. "It's more comfortable."
She shrugged. "Why not?"
Once inside the car he slipped an arm around her shoulder and began to nuzzle her cheek. She sighed and put her open mouth against his, her slick blunt tongue thrusting slowly in and out of his mouth. He began to suck her tongue and the blood started to race wildly through her veins.
With his other hand he began to stroke her side, under her coat, gradually working down until his hand was on the full curve of her hip. He gently caressed it while their orgy of tongues continued, her body writhing against his. Minutes passed, and the flushed heat in her loins increased and the blood in her veins pounded till she began to feel lightheaded.
Then slowly he began to stroke her thigh, first over the dress, then finally down lower on her thigh below the edge of her skirt, caressing the bare warm flesh. Her arms tightened around him and her soft spongy tits were flattened, against his chest.
He gradually worked his fingers under the skirt and moved them back and forth on the creamy flesh of her leg. Her mouth worked feverishly on his and little mewling noises began deep in her throat. Her legs parted slightly and his fingers slid a little further up her thigh, probing, caressing.
Again her legs moved, further apart now, and his hand curved over the fullness of one thigh, his fingers sliding between her legs, then his hand moved again, closer to her crotch. She tightened her legs on his hand, squeezing it between them, then relaxed the tension and spread them again.
He slid his hand till the edge of it pushed up against the soft fur that shrouded her cunt. She could feel his body stiffen. "You don't have anything on under your skirt," he said in a hushed tone.
"It took you long enough to find out," she said petulantly, and began to kiss him again, her legs opening even wider.
He cupped her box with the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently for a few minutes while she sucked his tongue. After a time he spread the soft plushy lips and began to caress the moist sensitive flesh between the hairy lips.
"That feels good," she murmured.
She squirmed on the seat, wriggling her ass involuntarily as the sensations sent her blood pressure skyrocketing. He kept rubbing the soft spongy folds of her cunt, then found the stubby clitoris and rolled it, pinched it gently, playing with her cunt while she sighed and mewled and dribbled spittle into his sucking mouth.
He straightened finally. "Let me take this jacket off." He shrugged out of his heavy jacket and started to throw it into the front seat. She grabbed his arm.
"No. Keep it. Roll it up. I can use it for a pillow."
"A pillow?"
"Sure. I'll need it, won't I? Aren't you going to fuck me?" Her mouth was a provocative pout.
He rolled the coat up and put it in the corner of the seat behind her, then reached under her skirt again and began to finger her cunt. Her thighs spread further and he stroked their inner surfaces, then roughed her fur and stroked the meaty lips of her cunt.
"Put a finger in," she whispered.
He probed, found the elastic opening of her box, and slid his middle finger in, as far as it would go, till the palm of his hand was tight against her pubic bone. He began to move his finger around in a circle, as far as he could, caressing her wet velvet vagina.
"Oh, God! That feels good, so good!"
She was leaning back on the seat now, her head back, eyes closed, her lower lit) pushed out in a pouting smile. After a few minutes of his finger-fucking her, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Do you want me to play with your cock?"
"Why-why, sure."
She reached for it, squeezing it through his pants, then opened his fly and took it out. He was hard, and the end of his cock was juicy where his fluids had begun seeping out. She stroked the length of the shaft, then the end of it with her fingertips.
"You've got a nice cock," she whispered.
She skinned the foreskin back from the head, then worked it back and forth over the ridge of his glans. He sighed throatily.
"Would you like to fuck me now?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes!" he replied in a low moan.
"Did you ever fuck a girl before?" she asked.
He hesitated. "No. No, I never did."
"I didn't think so," she said, matter-of-factly. "You've been too bashful. Most guys would have fucked me once already and been working on the second one."
"I'm sorry."
"For God's sake, don't be sorry? I like to be played with for a long time like this. It makes the fucking that much better afterwards." She closed her fist on his cock and gave it an affectionate little shake. "You got a nice cock. I bet it's more than six inches."
"Six and a half," he said.
"It's nice." She kept rubbing his cock, running her hand up and down the barrel, fondling the balls beneath.
"What-what do you want me to do?"
"Here-let me get settled, then I'll help you put it in."
He pulled his finger from her slimy hole and she lay back on the seat, her head pillowed on his rolled-up jacket, one leg over the back of the front seat, the other raised so that her foot pressed against the roof of the car. He leaned over her and she grabbed his cock, guiding it into her seething swamp.
"That's it. Push it in-all the way-but slow. It's big, you've got a nice big thick juicy cock and I want it all in me, every loving inch of it, deep in my cunt, but slow-that's it, work it around, then pull it back a little-and then push it in again and work it around then ease it back and then push it on in furtheraaaggggghhhhh!"
Her cunt was hot and tight and he thrust till his loins were flush against hers, their pelvic bones grinding together.
"Oh, that feels so good," she breathed.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Not a thing," she said. "Not now. You just leave everything to me for a while."
She began working her internal muscles and he could feel the moving tension of his stiff, vibrant cock as she exerted a milking pressure.
In a way, he thought, it was like jacking off, but with a warm velvet tightness that was the most exquisite sensation that he had ever known.
"Look, don't come," she begged. "Please don't come if you can help it. Think about anything but your cock-think about football, about the weather, but try not to come for a while. Hold it off as long as you possibly can."
And she fucked him slowly, her muscles working with a steady deliberation, very gradually increasing the tempo of their movements in a slow crescendo, very slowly faster, faster, faster, till they became almost violent, the cheeks of her ass flexing and tightening and her hips beginning to buck up till he had something of the feeling of a rodeo cowboy on a wild mustang.
"Hang on," she murmured. The minutes passed as she worked, and he took his lower lips between his teeth and bit, the pain filling his mind and holding off the explosion building in his groin.
The mewling noises had been coming from her louder and louder now, and finally she cried, "Fuck me, now! Fuck me, fuck me!"
And he responded like a trained seal on cue, his hips lunging down as he fucked into her. He had his feet braced against the door of the car. He needed no further instruction, instinct taking over as, with his feet braced, he began to drive long and deep into her, pounding her ass down into the seat with a violence that shook the car.
His hips traveled in a swinging arc as he withdrew his cock its full length, then slammed it down again, his body slapping against hers. Her mewlings grew louder and louder and turned into cries.
"Ohhh! Ooooohhhhhhh! Faster, harder, oh, that's good, so good! Ooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Aaagggh! I'm cooommmmmmiiiiinnnnnnggggg!" And she convulsed as he buried his cock deep in her belly with one final, violent lunge, the hot sperm boiling up from his balls to shoot scaldingly into her, triggering her own spasms.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Afterwards he lay on her, exhausted, shaken by the fury of the storm that had passed over him.
"That was nice, wasn't it?" she murmured, nibbling on his ear.
"Oh, yes!" His cock was still in her and the warm pressure of her cunt filled him with pleasure. "I don't ever want to take my cock out of you. I want to keep it in there forever."
"Mmmmmmm. It feels good in me."
"I want to fuck you again, Betty. Again and again and again."
"Mmmmm. You're sweet." She nibbled his ear. "But that's not practical. Not tonight, anyway. I have to go to the John. I really do. And then I have to find my boy friend. He's probably having a fit wondering what's happened to me. Why don't you call me some time?"
She extricated herself from his embrace, feeling somewhat like a girl scout. She'd done her good deed for the evening, broken in a boy who was going to have a lot of fun with his cock from now on, and she hoped some of that fun would be with her.
Then, too, she'd gotten one ahead of Anna for the week. Of course, she couldn't rest there, because Anna was out in the stands too, just as eager to win their private contest. No, she couldn't rest on her laurels. She'd better go back in the stands and try to find another boy with a car.
So she went to the John, and when she came out she ducked her new conquest who was eagerly waiting for her with throbbing balls and a half-hard cock. By the time she got home that night she had five more scores to add to the five she'd started the day with-three during the game and the two boys who took her home after her date had got mad and left early.
Anna's luck hadn't been so good. She was young, with such a little-girl look that a lot of the males ignored her. To the upperclassmen she was a kid, a baby, and they would respond to her tentative advances with grins and jokes, then walk away in pursuit of older girls with fuller breasts and wider hips. Anna's crotch began to ache and burn with a frustrated hunger for a boy's body between her thighs, thrusting into her.
She thought of Jett, and of crawling between the sheets with him, to grab his cock and play with it, to have him riding her. And she thought about the five boys she'd scored with during the week in her race with Betty to see who was going to get Jett first.
She relived each experience in her mind, and her loins throbbed with a rising passion as her memory and her glands recreated each sensation in anticipation of similar experiences to come. And as the end Of the game neared she seethed with frustrated sexual passion made stronger by glimpses she had caught of her sister Betty making her way back and forth from the parking lot, each time with a different boy. It began to look very much as if Betty were going to be the winner of their make-out contest.
The game was nearly over when she had her bright idea. Jefferson High was triumphant that night by a lopsided score, and their partisans poured from the stands and into the night like a covey of raucous birds flushed from hiding. The night was filled with cries and Mariner horns, and the players were jubilant as they showered and dressed.
The coach spoke briefly to them, praising their efforts, and told them to enjoy the weekend, they had a right to whoop it up a little. They trooped out to the bus then and piled in for the journey to their home grounds, for the game had been played with their traditional rivals from the other side of the country and the thirty-five man traveling squad had come as a unit to their rivals' stadium.
The bus pulled out and started on its journey home, the boys in the front singing and laughing and recounting their tales of prowess in the game. In the very back the bus was very quiet among the little group of young athletes clustered there.
"You could get in trouble this way," said one with a note of concern in his voice.
"Don't tell on me, then," said Anna with a dimpled smile.
"How'd you get in anyway?"
"It wasn't hard. I just walked in when nobody was around and then curled up in the back here till you boys started to come in."
"Well, what's the big idea anyway? We don't want any girl on our bus."
"Why not?" she asked softly. "Most of the boys I know like to play with girls."
"Yeah," said a burly lineman. "What's the matter with girls?"
"But on the bus?" His question was a feeble protest now as it was plain that the weight of opinion favored the presence of Anna.
"But she's just a kid," said another.
"Why'd you sneak on board? Just tell us that."
"I'm a loyal Jeffersonian." She grinned. "I'm so proud of you boys for winning that I just wanted to congratulate you all-in person."
"Hey! What's this?"
One of the youths held up a pair of black nylon panties in one hand and in the other a brassiere. Another of the youths straightened up and displayed a blue print dress.
Anna giggled. "Don't lose them. I'll need them when I go home or my folks will have a fit."
"You mean they're yours?"
"Unless somebody else on the bus can wear them." She giggled again.
She was sitting back in the corner of the seat, her coat buttoned up to her neck and covering her down to her knees. As they watched her she reached up a hand and undid the top button, then the next. A hush spread over the 'youths and half a dozen pairs of eyes were glued to the opening of her coat.
She undid the last button, then spread the coat, revealing her nubile nakedness. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, soft round mounds of satin-smooth, cream-colored skin, crowned with large spiked nipples, set in dark aureoles, that were more provocative because of the contrast in color and texture. Her belly was gently rounded with a deep navel, and below, a dark fur triangle at the juncture of her thighs.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
A half dozen sharply-drawn breaths and muffled comments answered her.
"I said I wanted to thank you boys in person," she said. "I meant it, I really did."
"And just how did you plan to do that?" asked a hoarse voice.
She pouted prettily. "I think it's only fair that the boys who scored out there on that football field should score right here with me."
"I scored two touchdowns." One eager youth pressed forward.
"Heavens! You're so big! Make a little room for us, will you?" asked Anna, and she and the broad shouldered young fullback had the length of the rear seat to themselves.
Still smiling at him, she settled down till she was flat on the seat, her coat brushed back to the sides, her legs spread.
"Will you look at that!" exclaimed one young man as the fullback put his hand forward and began to caress the cunt of the prone girl.
"Do whatever you want," she said huskily. "I'm ready now. You don't have to get me ready."
He had found that out as his fingers had sunk into the hot moist swamp between her legs, the flowing joy juice saturating the matted curls and covering the flushed, plushy folds of her cunt.
Without a word he opened his pants and positioned himself over her. She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it into the seething passage. She was hot and open and flooded with passion juice, and his cock sank to the hilt with one lunging thrust and immediately she began to buck and thrust upward with driving hip action.
He caught the rhythm of her movements and began to sledge into her, his body slapping against hers in the primitive, instinctive ritual dance of love.
"What's going on back there?" the bus driver called, seeing movements and turmoil in his rear-view mirror, but unable to make out what was happening.
"Nothing. Just horsing around."
"Take it easy," he called, his eyes going back to the road ahead. Crazy kids, he thought. But I guess they got a right to bust loose a little after the way then won this one tonight.
The boys in the back stayed in the aisle of the bus and sang and watched the action on the seat. The burly fullback who was fucking Anna didn't last long. Her cunt was hot and grasping, and he was young, and it took only a minute or two of fast swinging action before he exploded, his come shooting into her depths.
"Oooooohhh!" she groaned, her body teetering on the brink, just short of the explosion' that would have given her release.
"I'm next," said a slim dark youth who had played at left half for most of the game and had scored one touchdown in a long punt runback.
Anna clasped him to her with eager arms and legs that locked around his body as he thrust into her. He began more slowly, fucking into her with a long steady stroke, his cock slanting in a hundred different angles as his hips swung from side to side and rotated in a circular pattern, grinding his cock around and into her twitching cunt.
Anna's body flared up in quick response, her pelvis jerking and twisting, thrusting her cunt up at him in a hundred different ways, fucking back desperately in an effort to achieve the climax denied her with the first boy. Her new partner lasted no longer than had the first, brought to orgasm quickly by the delicious, voluptuous action of her cunt on his ramrod of hot, hard flesh, but it was long enough for Anna. They came together, and as he got off her she smiled up in satisfaction at the faces that surrounded her.
"That was nice," she said. "I'm so proud of you all. I want to show my appreciation to all of you that I can. Is there anyone else who scored in that game and now wants to score in this one?"
"God, yes!" And another youth with a bared stiff prick eased himself down onto her, between her spread, tensed legs.
"I'm next," said a black youth.
"Hey, man! I don't know about this," said the youth who'd just gotten off.
"Well, she said she wanted to thank all of us-and first the ones who'd scored. Well, I scored, didn't I? I made a thirty-yard run, didn't I?"
"Sure, man. Hell, you're one of the boys. But I don't know about this."
"What's the matter? Don't you think she's got an integrated cunt?"
"Man!" He looked pained. "I'm just saying, maybe we should ask her after Billy's through with her-you know, if it's okay with her."
"I figure she's already asked me." He was grinning a wide, toothy smile. "And I'm getting ready for her."
He had his pants open and his cock in his hand and he turned to watch the action on the seat. His fingers were closed around his whang in a tight-fisted grip, and as he watched Anna ' getting fucked before him he jacked off with a deliberate haste, his come shooting into his handkerchief before Anna and the youth with her were through.
"What's the idea of jacking off first?" asked one of the boys at his elbow.
"I want a real piece of ass," he answered softly. "None of these half-minute quickies for me. Now I got the load off my nuts I can spend a few minutes really ramming out that hot white pussy. I'm gonna give her a fuck she's gonna remember."
After the third youth got off Anna she sighed and looked up to see who was next, her eyes widening at the sight of the broad black face that was over hers. He was between her thighs; he held the head of his cock against the puffed lips of her cunt and rubbed the head of it up and down the wet furrow.
"You object to fucking black?" he asked softly.
"I-I never thought about it." Her eyes widened and a cold knot of something like fear chilled the sexual torment in her loins.
"You see me make that touchdown run?"
"No. No, I didn't see it."
He rubbed the black, meaty head of his cock along her cunt for a minute, then rested it against the wet elastic opening that was seeping forth the come and juice of the boys who'd already fucked her.
"Well, don't matter if you saw it. I scored all right. And you said that's all we needed to peel off a piece of your ass." He exerted a little pressure, the black head of his cock sliding into her pink pussy.
"Does that feel any different than a white one?" he asked.
"No," she said. "It feels good."
"You mind me fucking you?" He moved his hips experimentally, his cock sliding a little way in and out of her dripping quim.
"No. It's all right."
"You see, I don't want to live next door to you." His grin widened. "I just want to fuck you."
"Don't be so damned defensive about being black, then," she answered him. "And fuck me as if you really wanted to."
Her feet locked behind his knees and pulled him down at the same time her ass muscles tightened and her pelvis bucked up, helping him seat his cock in her. Her arms tightened around his neck and her open mouth found and shut his, their tongues meeting and parrying each other's.
He began his fuck slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt on his throbbing shaft. He was well hung too, with a good seven inches and more of rock-hard black meat, and he gave her all of it, grinding down till his pelvic bone rubbed hers, then backing off to the entry of her cunt and slowly working down into her again.
She was writhing like a bucket of snakes, and he nuzzled in her neck, his hips moving faster and faster, in an accelerated rhythm, his cock swinging in and out of the hot nest between her legs like a racing pendulum. She began to moan and cry.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder ... oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, so good ... sweet, sweet cock ... drive that big carriage of yours right up my glory road and take me to paradise ... sock it to me, sock it to me, harder, harder, harder, ugh, ugh, ughhh, agghhh!"
The boys around them lifted their voices in song, to mask the cries of passion and the slapping of bare flesh on bare flesh.
She had ten of the team members before the bus pulled into the school parking lot, and then was smuggled out of the bus and to a waiting car where another fifteen team members had a go at her before dropping her off in front of her house, tired and triumphant. On the porch she met her sister Betty who had gotten home only a minute beforehand was just opening the front door.
"Nice timing," said the older girl. "Who dropped you off? I didn't recognize the car."
"I don't know who it belonged to," confessed Anna. "One of the boys on the football team." They were in the living room now, and Betty closed the door and turned to her younger sister with a look of faint surprise.
"Didn't you ask him his name?"
"It wasn't a him. It was a they."
"What do you mean, they? It wasn't the whole football team, was it?" She laughed, then looked at Anna with the dawn of a horrible suspicion. "Not in that one little car! It couldn't have been."
"Oh, no. There were only four or five in the car."
"Four or five?"
"Yes. Of course, some of them had to go home right away. Their parents were waiting to pick them up."
"That's just some of them," said Betty with a sinking feeling, her exhilaration at having scored five times now dissipated.
"Yes," said Anna with satisfaction. "I had most of them."
"Most of the football team, you mean?"
"Yes." She looked complacently at her sister's face. It told her what she wanted to know without questions being asked. Although she had been reasonably sure even before-after all, a whole football team. She had won the contest and big Jett Lanigan was hers!
"The whole goddamned football team!" said Betty with awe.
"Give me a hand upstairs, will you?" Anna winced. "I'm sore. Some of those linemen are really big."
"You poor kid! You need a lot of rest after that. I guess you won't be able to handle Jett tomorrow night."
"Up your kazoo! I'll be fine by then. You just figure out how we're going to keep Ma in her own bedroom, and I'll take care of dear cousin Jett!"
They were at the stairway then, and a shout from the bedrooms beyond brought them both running up the stairs. The door to Jett's bedroom was open and they saw their father standing just inside with a shotgun in his hands, white and shaking, glaring at Jett and Dolly, who lay naked in bed.
Jett rolled and hit-the floor running, brushing past the girls and taking the stairway down in two great leaps. Luke pointed the shotgun over his head and pulled the trigger. There was a thunderous roar as the pellets smashed into the ceiling, galvanizing Jett into greater effort, and he vanished across the living room and out the door.
Dolly was on her knees in the bed, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at her husband. "My God, Luke! What's come over you?"
"I won't have it," he said firmly. "Nobody's going to fuck you in this house but me. You might have had him once, but you're not going to have him again. He's not sleeping in this house no more."
"But, Luke! You stood there and let him finish!"
"That's before I saw what he was using on you." His eyes were round as saucers. "It's not decent for a man to have as much cock as that and I sure ain't gonna let you get used to having anything like that put in you!"
Anna looked at Betty in dismay as the sound of the old Model B Ford faded in the distance.
"Tough," said Betty philosophically. "After all you went through to win and now the prize is gone."
Anna couldn't say anything. Her eyes mirrored despair as she went slowly into her own room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next morning Dave looked quizzically at his younger brother over the breakfast table.
"I just can't picture Uncle Luke flaring up and getting mad just over you messing up a brake job. And it was kind of a delayed reaction too, wasn't it? Coming after you with a shotgun at two o'clock in the morning when you messed up the brake job twelve hours earlier?" He shook his head. "Sure don't sound like Uncle Luke. There must be something more to it than that. Something you're not telling me."
"That's all. Honest, Dave. That's all." He glanced up nervously at his sister-in-law, who smiled at him and filled his coffee cup again.
She was petite in height, not more than five feet tall, with a tiny waist that he was sure he could have clasped his hands around. The rest of her was full woman-sized though, from big thrusting breasts that pointed up and out, to wide, flaring hips and broad, gently rounded loins, with curving cushions for her ass that made his fingers twitch.
Jett sighed as he thought how much he'd changed in the last week, how he measured every female he saw against Aunt Dolly or Doris, and wondered how she'd be in bed with her legs wrapped around him and her hot box clamped tightly around his cock. Here he was in his brother's kitchen with heat rising in his loins at sight of his brother's wife. He had sure changed in the last week! He returned his attention to Dave.
"Well, look, Jett, boy. You're going to stay here, of course. But it looks like you got to start looking for a new job." He paused, frowning. "I tell you what. That garage business is a big pain and you're never going to make any real money at it. Just wages, that's all. Now, you told me that you come to the city to make your fortune, is that right?"
"Yes, Dave, it sure is." He was impressed by the breezy fluency of his older brother. Dave was smaller than Jett, darker, with a lean handsomeness, and was quick and voluble. Jett worshipped him.
"I don't know why in the world you went to Uncle Luke's anyway."
"I told you about the car, Dave. And besides, I was always a pretty good mechanic."
"Yeah, well, that's in the past, boy. Edith and I are glad you're here. Aren't we, Edith?"
"Yes, honey." She smiled down at her husband from behind his chair, her hands resting on his shoulders, the lush melons of her breasts bracketing his head. Jett tore his eyes away.
"I'm working today," continued Dave. "I got several calls to make. I want you to go with me and I'll show you how to make some real money." He grinned. "Would you believe a hundred, two hundred dollars, on a Saturday?"
Jett gulped as he thought of the dollar and a half an hour at which his uncle had started him.
When they were in the car, Dave tried to question him further about the reason for his uncle running him off, but Jett refused to say anything more. He just hoped that the truth never came out. He wouldn't be able to face his brother; certainly he'd never be able to go home again, if everyone found out that his Uncle Luke had driven him from his house with a shotgun because he had found him fucking Aunt Dolly. Jett's only hope was to keep quiet and pray that Uncle Luke would also keep still about the details. After all, it was something that he shouldn't want talked about, either. Let it be known that they had a falling out, and let it stop there.
The day of being a direct salesman was fascinating to Jett. Dave had several calls to chase, leads he'd picked up, but he said it was a little early for that and he'd take time to do a little cold turkey door-rapping to show Jett how it was done. He picked a suburban street where the houses weren't too big and where there were a lot of tricycles and wagons and other toys in most of the yards.
"Shows it's a young neighborhood," he explained. "Young families that are buying things. They're a prime market."
He pulled the car up at the end of a street and began knocking on doors, chatting breezily when someone answered. The fifth door was answered by a jolly fat girl with two youngsters hanging on her skirts. She was willing to let them in for a demonstration and Dave went back to the car, brought in a vacuum cleaner, and put on a fast demo. He didn't sell it, but the fat girl was drooling for it and said if she hadn't bought a Kenmore a couple of months before she'd buy it for sure. When Dave found out how new her cleaner was he packed up quick and got out of there.
As he explained to Jett, "Sometimes they let you in just because they're lonely and don't have anybody to talk to. Maybe their husband hollered at them that morning because they burnt the toast. Hell, you don't know. But it doesn't matter. You got that old law of averages working for you. You go in and put on a hell of a demo and you're going to sell one out of four easy, no matter why they let you in." He paused for a moment, then added proudly:
"With a little experience you generally do a little better."
Jett's eyes gaped when Dave told him how much he made on a good clean deal, and the extra money from the bonus arrangement.
After that one demo they started hitting leads, and at the second place they stopped, a slim, dark-haired girl let them in. She looked at them shyly from behind a wall of long, black hair that kept falling over her face, and which she kept brushing nervously back. She was pretty, with dark eyes that flashed with quick humor, lighting up her whole face when she smiled.
Jett sat back unobtrusively in a corner of the living room while Dave demo'd the cleaner, noting the way he threw in such leading questions as, "Do you like this feature, Mrs. Harris?' and, "If you had this, would you use it, Mrs. Harris?" He had her saying yes throughout the demo, getting her in a positive, affirmative mood.
She mentioned that her husband might not like it, and Dave asked if he'd be home soon. She laughed, one of those quick brilliant laughs that lit her face. N
"I hope so! He's been overseas for almost six months now."
"In the army?"
"Yes. Vietnam. It'll be months before he's home again."
"Lonely for you, I'll bet."
"Drives me wild sometimes. Like that song-counting flowers on the wall."
"I feel for you, honey," said Dave sympathetically. "A gal gets to hurting after so long. Of course, you probably have a lot of girl friends to yak with, but that's not the same is it?"
"I don't even have that," she replied mournfully. "This is my husband's home town, not mine. Oh, I know a couple of people here, and then there's my in-laws, but that's all."
"Too bad. A chick that's as sharp and pretty as you shouldn't dry up and die on the vine like this." He chuckled. "You ought to buy one of these machines of mine, and at least I could stop by once or twice a week for a cup of coffee and to see if it's still running, and break the monotony for you."
She laughed too, warmly, little flecks of light flashing in the depths of her eyes. "Sure. Just picture me writing to my husband and telling him I bought a vacuum cleaner to get the company of the salesman."
"Don't tell him, honey. Just do it." He paused. "Say, there's one last feature I haven't shown you," he stood up. "Where's the bedroom?"
"The bedroom?" She stood up facing him, and brushed the long mane of hair to the side of her face. Her eyebrows were arched.
"Tes." He grinned. "Don't get all nervous.
I'm not going to do anything you don't like. I just want to show you how you can renovate your mattress. Seriously."
He followed her into the bedroom, turned back the covers and pulled enough of the sheet back to expose a section of the mattress. She watched him through narrowed eyes as he ran the cleaner over the exposed mattress. When he showed her how much dust and other material he'd collected on the test cloth her eyes widened and took on a shocked look.
"You mean all that was in my mattress?"
"It sure was. Now, you don't want to sleep on that, do you?"
"Heavens, no!"
"Now, let me show you how to use it, honey. Come on, don't be bashful." He had her lean over the bed with the cleaner while he stayed behind her, his arms around her like a golf teacher showing a student the proper grip on a club. Jett watched in wide-eyed silence from the doorway as his brother closed in, his loins pressed tight against the exquisitely curved ass of the dark girl.
"Like this?" She was moving the cleaner back and forth.
"Mmm, mmm! Just exactly like that! Now put your hand flat on the mattress. I want you to feel that vibration. There, right beside the nozzle. Feel it? The vibration?"
"I feel it." She giggled. He was tight against her ass, and the pressure and warmth of her body against him aroused his cock till it was stiff and throbbing as it rubbed against her upturned bottom. "The vibration?"
"Not exactly." She giggled again. "Although I guess it's vibrating at that. Hey! Don't lean against me so hard! You're knocking me over."
"Let me hold you up." He put both hands on her body, cupping her tits, pulling her back against his chest.
"That's not fair," she protested. "I feel trapped! You've got me up against this damn bed and I can't go forward and I can't back up."
"Hell, why go anywhere, honey? Whatever we need, we got right here." He began to knead and squeeze the round soft tits that filled his hands, and at the same time he moved his hips from side to side so that his stiff cock rolled back and forth across the plush cushions of her ass.
She switched the vacuum cleaner off and pushed it to one side, then fell forward on the bed beside it. Dave lowered himself onto her, nuzzling into the thick hair at the nape of her neck.
"You better cut it out," she said. "You know," he said, ignoring her words, "I didn't think you wore a bra. You've got gorgeous tits. They stick right up like mortar shells. And they feel great. Gorgeous tits."
"Can it. You got to cut it out. I mean it now." Her voice was muffled as she talked into the mattress.
"Sure, sure," he said soothingly. "Relax. A beautiful girl like you can't just sit around on the shelf and get stale." He paused. "You need a few kicks, a little fun."
"You'd better go," she whispered hoarsely. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"I know. Maybe we shouldn't. But that's life, honey. It's the things we shouldn't do that are the most fun, that make life worth living. A few kicks, just a few kicks. Nobody'll ever know."
He pulled his hands from under her body, away from her breasts, and placed them on her fanny, rubbing it. She lay still, her head pillowed in her arms. After a minute he reached over and put the vacuum cleaner on the floor, loosened his tie, and began stroking and fondling her ass again.
Jett's breath became ragged and hoarse as he watched Dave's hands slide down to the edge of her skirt, which had been pulled up till it was just at the crease of her ass, where the rounds of her cheeks met her thighs. He rolled her skirt up, exposing the white, mounded cushions. She had worn no panties, nothing under the skirt.
"My God, what a beautiful ass," he said. "You got a gorgeous ass, honey. Alone for six months! What a waste, what a terrible waste!"
He leaned forward and began to kiss the trembling mounds with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Jett saw the muscles in her cheeks flex and tighten and she began to writhe on the bed.
"Please don't," she whispered in a tone so low that Jett could hardly hear it.
Dave ignored her words and continued kissing her fanny.
He slid one hand between her thighs and pressed forward till his fingers had found her cunt and began fondling the soft, plushy lips of it. She moaned and wriggled and her legs spread further apart.
"What a waste," repeated Dave. "I can't believe it. This gorgeous can on the shelf for six months. Don't do that any more, honey. It's not fair to me or any other hungry guys around. What's worse, even, it's not fair for you."
"I can't believe it, honey. Six months. I'll bet you're hot right now. I'll bet this love box of yours is really ready to make music, isn't it? Tell me, is it really over six months since you did it? Since you had a hot cock working in this sweet juicy pussy? Really?"
"Yes, yes!" came her muffled reply, and her ass weaved slowly from side to side; he could see her flex her muscles as the tension mounted in her.
"It won't be long now baby, you're going to love what I'm going to do to you, honey. Your great, long, sweet, juicy snatch! Gorgeous cunt," he said, and he bent his head forward, his tongue darting out to lick smoothly up the shallow valley of her pussy, between the flushed lips, then down again.
She moaned and cried, her hips jerking in reaction to the exquisite sensations he was creating in her body. The muscles in her belly and thighs and ass began to flex and twitch as she began the climb toward climax. Dave felt it beginning in her, and he raised his head from the upturned snatch and grabbed her by the hips, rolling her over onto her back.
He grinned down in her passion-racked face and grabbed the edge of her skirt. "Come on, take it all off, honey. I can't play with you the way I want to when you got all that cloth on you."
She wriggled out of the dress and threw it from her while Dave stood by the bed and quickly stripped. When he was naked he threw himself onto her passionate body, kissing her mouth, her neck; tonguing her breasts, sucking the swollen turgid nipples while she jerked and rolled under him as if she were trying to get comfortable on a bed of hot coals.
He drew his hips up and positioned the head of his cock between her pouty, fluted lips and with one vigorous, savage thrust, he sheathed his sword to its hilt, deep in the quivering sheath of her body.
She gave a long shuddering sigh and immediately began to move, her hips bucking frantically up, her pelvis a tortured, sensation-wracked instrument of pleasure as she fucked him wildly, bucking till she almost threw him off her.
She was too hot to last, and her movements hit a crescendo that soon peaked as she hit her climax. But before she could subside into the blessed relief of the aftermath of her come, Dave picked up the rhythm, grasped her by the shoulders, and began to drive his great cock hard and deep into her belly.
He lay still for a moment till the tremors in his body subsided, then slowly withdrew his cock and got up. She lay there looking at him through eyes almost shut, a sensual smile on her mouth.
"You don't have to leave yet, do you?" she whispered. "Like I told you, it's been six months."
"I tell you what," he said. "You buy that vacuum cleaner and I'll stop in to see you in a couple of days again. We can take up where we left off today." He looked at her admiringly. "You're sure something. You're the greatest! I tell you, after six months without it, you sure know how to break a drought!"
"If I buy that vacuum cleaner, will you really stop to see me again?"
"Are you kidding? You're the greatest action I've had in more than six months myself. After today, you won't be able to keep me away."
On their way home late that afternoon, Dave looked over at his younger brother critically. "Well, what did you think of it?"
"It was great, really great." He shook his head in awe. "I never thought selling would be anything like that."
"Which part did you like the best? My get-: ting two sales, or the pussy we ran into?" He chuckled at the memory.
"The money! Do you sell two every day?"
"No. Some days you miss altogether.' Hell, I've put on six demos some days and never sold a thing. On the other hand, some days I've put on four demos and sold every one. It averages out."
"Tell me again what you made today."
"Well, with the bonus points I'm working for, it's right around a hundred dollars. How's that for one day's pay?"
"It's great!"
"And made a sweet tight little pussy too." He grinned. "That's a bonus points they don't tell you about in the office."
"Are you really going back to see her?"
"If I'm close and want a piece of ass. But it's not likely."
"Is that really what made her buy the sweeper?"
"Some of 'em you can come right out and tell, like I did this one today, that if they buy the damn cleaner you'll keep coming back to see 'em; others you just sweet talk, make 'em feel like they're being courted again, fuck 'em if you can, that makes them real warm and loving. A lot of times they'll buy the damn cleaner then, and even if they don't you've got a piece of ass out of it for your trouble. Of course, you have to judge 'em. You'll learn after a while. You can tell by the way they look at you, by their voices, what they say, whether your best approach is to try and score with them, or to play it straight." He paused.
"Most of the time, if their husband or kids aren't around, the best bet is to try and score!"
"Wow." Jett shook his head.
"And you've got the equipment for it. You ought to be a real world beater. But be careful."
"Careful?"
"Yeah. You got too much cock for one man. Go easy with it. You throw that cock into some of these women and they'll leave their husbands and follow you home." He chuckled.
Jett looked through the windshield into a future bright with promise. If what Dave said was true, he had been right to come to the city to seek his fortune. He had the talent to achieve whatever he wanted.
He soon became the company's outstanding salesman, and the town's most notorious stud, leaving almost every lonely housewife with a contented smile on their face.
It was only after an irate husband came after him with a .38 (that misfired, thank God!) that Jett decided it was time to go on the road. After all, there was a whole world out there, and an infinite number of housewives who needed new vacuum cleaners ... and whatever else Jett had to offer.
And Jett did offer, better believe it! Everywhere and anywhere!
