As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanizd, and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality. As a result, we are becoming more aware of corruption in all circles, and more aware that there are those people who have placed little value on morals-people who know neither good nor bad.
The young woman in this story, Sheila Moore, is a child of the present. Living the life of the existential hedonist, she refuses to worry about tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today and the pleasures it brings. For Sheila, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral overtones.
THE BABYSITTER'S LESSONS-the story of a young girl who truly embodies the life style of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one which holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sheila felt a sudden pounding of the heart, a flush of heat throughout her body, a strange tingling between the legs. In all her twenty-three years she'd never felt anything quite like this before. She stood at the top of the stairs, staring down the hallway toward the bathroom door, her breath coming fast and hard as if she'd just run around the block. True, she'd just finished jogging up the stairs, but stair climbing had never made her this breathless before. And she felt strangely weak-even her legs were shaking. Suddenly she knew that she would take a peek, just a quick peek. It was something she had to do! She felt like a spy about to steal some secret documents.
She'd never done anything like this before. In fact, doing something like this had never even crossed her mind. But the strangest part of this whole situation wasn't that she was about to play Peeping Tom-the strangest thing was that she couldn't help herself. She knew she was going to peek, and she sensed that she was powerless to prevent it. She imagined herself possessed by Satan himself, and she cursed Satan as she crept toward the door.
She tried one last time to stop, one last time to turn around and run away. She imagined herself flying down the stairs out of the house, and home to the safety of her apartment. But her legs moved her stealthily toward the bathroom door. Something inside her was making running away impossible.
Something inside her, something beyond her control, was driving Sheila on, driving her on in the same way that it was driving the blood through her veins, driving the heat through her flesh, and the strange tingling sensations through her loins. She felt a nearly irresistible urge to thrust her hand between her legs and squeeze at the forbidden flesh there, an urge to rub at her pussy-lips. But she fought hard and overcame that temptation, at least for the moment.
She approached the door as if sleepwalking, in a trance, a vision flashing before her mind's eye. It was this vision which was driving her on, a vision which was repeating itself like a few frames of movie film played again and again, endlessly. It was the vision of a naked male ass, a boy's ass, the pink ass of the youngster for whom she was babysitting. Sheila had glimpsed it as Timmy slipped into the bathroom just a few moments ago.
The sight of a naked ass was something completely new to Sheila. She had seen statues of nudes. She had seen the paintings of the masters. But she had never seen a naked ass in the flesh before-let alone a naked male ass! Now she was driven by an irresistible urge to see that ass again, to see that boy-ass one more time, if only for a moment. Just one peek, she said to herself as she bent her trembling legs and dropped to her knees.
She pressed her eye to the keyhole, stifling a gasp as the sudden sight before her eyes made her tremble and pant all the harder. The keyhole was large enough for Sheila to get a wide-angle view of the entire bathroom-and there, at the end of the room, stood Timmy, totally naked. He stood in front of the toilet, one hand on his hip, one hand wrapped around his young teenage cock, out from which streamed a long arc of yellow piss. His piss made a plooshing sound as it jetted into the toilet.
Sheila had heard that sound before, behind the closed doors of bathrooms, and she had always wondered how a man pissing could sound so loud and powerful. The sound was so unlike the sound her own piss made as it hissed out from between her pussy-lips and tinkled into the toilet. Well, now she knew-men pissed standing up, and their piss shot out of their cocks like water out of a hose nozzle.
The discovery fascinated Sheila and made her terribly excited. She flushed hotter still, and the tingling sensations in her loins grew more intense. She licked her lips at the sight of the boy's cock. Her mouth watered. She felt suddenly hungry, and the boy's dick appeared to her as a juicy piece of meat. The word "lust' passed through her mind. Lust! It was most definitely lust that she was feeling. She trembled both with excitement and fear. This was the feeling the Bible had warned against over and over and over. This was the lust Sheila had avoided and feared all her life. This was the feeling she had staved-off for twenty-three years. This was the feeling she feared as much as she feared hell-fire itself.
But now, as much as she feared what she was feeling, she found the sensations playing in her pussy beautifully pleasant, so intensely pleasurable she sensed she was powerless to fight them. Lust had caught up with her, and she knew it. She knew she ought to fight these feelings in her loins, but for some reason she just didn't have the will to do so. She felt as if she were half-drunk, carried out to sea on a wave which she was powerless to fight.
Timmy's piss-stream petered out as if his cock were a hose being turned off. He squeezed his dick, released a few more weak spurts of piss, then milked his cock between his thumb and first two fingers as if he were milking the tit of a cow. Drops of piss fell like raindrops into the toilet. Then he gripped the base of his cock and shook the floppy meat as if it were a rubber hot dog. A few more drops of piss flew out, splashing against the tiled wall, dribbling down like raindrops on a car hood. The boy saw them land, but didn't seem interested in wiping them off. He turned and walked toward the door, his pink boy-cock wagging like a stubby rubber tail.
The boy's groin was bare. He hadn't a hair around his cock, nor anywhere on his nearly pubescent body. He made up for a lack of body-hair with the bushy blond mop on his head, which was so thick and full that he looked like a sheep dog. Sheila wondered how the boy could see through the heavy locks which were continually falling over his eyes.
Just three feet from the door, Timmy stopped and turned toward the wall mirror. He leaned over close to the glass and mashed his turned-up nose against it. His eyes shifted, the long lashes nearly grazing the mirror. He appeared to be gazing into his own eyes. Sheila wondered whether he was going to kiss his reflection. He answered her question by abruptly pulling away from the mirror and sticking his tongue out at himself. Then he hooked his index fingers inside the corners of his mouth and stretched his index fingers inside the corners of his mouth and stretched his lips sideways, exposing his white teeth and letting out an evil chuckle. For a moment Sheila's lust abated, and she almost laughed.
Timmy stepped farther away from the mirror and spun around, turning his backside to the glass. He craned his neck and peered over his shoulder as if trying to get a good look at his ass. He wiggled his ass lasciviously, then dug his fingers into the naked cheeks and spread them apart to expose his asshole. He arched his back, turned his ass up high, craned his neck even farther, and stared at the reflection of his asshole in the mirror. "Shit-hole," he muttered. Then he chuckled again.
Sheila was both fascinated and stunned by the show Timmy was unwittingly putting on for her. It was so hard to believe that Timmy would act this way. If it were any other boy she was watching, she would have been less stunned-but this was Timmy. She must be dreaming! This couldn't be Timmy, at least the shy little Timmy she had known for so many years. This couldn't be the same Timmy who was the angel of the Baptist church choir-Timmy with the soprano voice as pure and smooth as a basinful of fresh spring water. This couldn't be the same Timmy who was the straight-A student in school, the Timmy who was the perfect little gentleman, the Timmy who was the town's model boy and who every mother in town wished for as a son. This asshole-inspecting boy in front of her now just couldn't be Timmy.
The boy braced his hands on his knees and forced his ass up in the air even higher, wiggling his naked ass like a young whore and leering at his reflection over his shoulder. Suddenly he let go with three quick farts, laughing at them as if they were the funniest sounds he had ever heard. What next? Sheila thought as the boy spun around and began dancing in front of the mirror.
He stretched his arms high overhead and swayed his slender body like a sapling in the wind. He gyrated his hips and wiggled his ass like a belly dancer, stepping slowly from foot to foot. He hummed to himself as he danced, writhing like a sensuous snake. Suddenly he began rotating, moving like a dancing boy on a turntable, displaying all sides of himself to the mirror, and to Sheila. Each time his front passed before her, his rubbery cock wagged at her like a beckoning finger.
Sheila studied his prick. It was skinny, and not longer than three inches. It was pinkish-white, like the rest of his smooth body, but the knob on the end of it was slightly darker, like a blushing acorn. Sheila made a move to reach out and touch it, then realized that there was a door separating the boy from herself.
Sheila was excited, like a little kid making a great discovery. She had never seen a cock before except in drawings in biology books in the library. She had never even seen a photograph of one. And now, here one was just an arm's length from her nose, so close that she thought she could smell it. Her pussy throbbed with desire, a desire she had no idea how to satisfy. She drooled, wanting to take the boy's cock into her mouth. What a perverse wish! she thought. Her desire to suck on Timmy's cock shocked her more than anything she had seen or felt thus far during this whole crazy adventure. She couldn't help but think that lust was strange and full of surprises.
Timmy danced on, as if lost in a trance, as if hypnotized by the rhythm of his movements and by the sight of his sinuous form cutting patterns in the air. His cock passed before Sheila's eyes again and again, appearing to get longer and thicker each time around. For a few moments Sheila thought she was seeing things, but on closer inspection she realized that what she only thought she was seeing was actually happening! Not only was Timmy's cock getting longer and thicker, but it appeared to be hardening, like soft rubber turning to stone.
And it straightened as it hardened, until suddenly it was sticking up in the air at a forty-five degree angle from the boy's body. It appeared that Timmy had a flagpole growing up out of his hairless groin. And what was even more amazing-the rampant pole was twitching up and down as if there were a string attached to its tip, making it jump up and down like a long, slender puppet.
Sheila couldn't believe the life the boy's cock had. It sprang up out of his groin and danced as if it had a life of its own. And how big it was now! The once three-inch little boy-cock, no bigger around and impressive than a limp finger, had suddenly ballooned into a fat, hard monster of at least seven inches in length. The head of it had turned from a small, blushing acorn into a bursting purple plum. How succulent it looked-good enough to eat!
The piss-slit at the tip of his swollen cockhead gaped wide open, and a clear pearl of thick pre-cum oozed out and sat nestled between the wide-spread slit-lips like a peering eyeball glistening in the light. Timmy caught the sticky gob with his fingertip and brought it up to his lips. He looked at it for a moment as if inspecting a tiny marble, then plunged his finger into his mouth and ate up the pearly gob as if it were a drop of honey. His lips smacked as he popped his finger out of his mouth. His prick twitched crazily as if it were receiving jolts of electricity.
This was too much! Sheila was so stunned she almost fainted. As Timmy's dick jerked, Sheila's cunt contracted. A searing blast of tingles overwhelmed her loins. A stream of hot pussy-juice trickled out from under her panties and ran down her leg. In imitation of Timmy, she reached down between her legs and mopped up some of the slippery cunt-juice with her fingers. Then she brought her fingers to her lips. After sniffing the pungent sex-scent, she hungrily sucked the hot juice. She was surprised at how tasty the stuff was, sweet and salty at the same time.
She caught some more of it and rubbed it between her fingers and thumb, amazed at how slippery it was, almost as lubricating as oil. She wiggled her ass, causing her pussy-lips to squirm against each other. They were slick with the pungent, exotic sex-fluid, and they slipped against each other sensuously. Sheila almost squealed with delight. This lust felt so good!
Timmy stopped his dancing. He placed his hands on his hips and looked down at his cock, seemingly fascinated at its twitching. "You big, fat, hard thing!" he suddenly said to his cock as if he were addressing a person. Then he hooked it with his index finger and twanged it like a Jew's harp. The horny rod snapped up like a catapult and slapped against his hairless belly as if the purple cockhead were a clapping hand.
Sheila had never seen anything look so shamelessly naked in her life as Timmy's stiff dick standing up out of his hairless groin, under which hung a tender pink sac, plump with two egg-shaped balls. How beautifully exciting! she thought. She longed to lick the boy's prick and suck up his fat nuts.
Timmy cupped his sac and gently massaged his balls. "Mmmm," he said, "big babies, aren't you?" He rubbed his fingers back and forth under his balls and brought his hands up to his nose and sniffed. "Sexy smell," he muttered, "real sexy!" His seven-inch dick bucked up and down, and a long, spittle-like string of transparent pre-cum dripped to the floor. The boy managed to catch some of it, and he smacked his lips with obvious relish as he ate it up. "Tasty," he whispered.
The shameless, absolutely lurid look of lust on Timmy's face at that moment penetrated the heavy veil of Sheila's own lust. For a moment, her sense of Christian decency welled up and shook her conscience to life. For a moment, she felt the self-righteousness of a crusader for decency, and she envisioned herself breaking down the door and spanking the boy as he well deserved. But that moment was short-lived, because a moment later a new dance was beginning before Sheila's entranced eyes-the dance of Timmy's monstrous cock!
The seven-inch boy-cock was suddenly bobbing and swaying like a dancing cobra, twitching and throbbing, wiggling and waggling, as if it were shimmying to the sinuous whining of an oboe. Timmy seemed to be watching it with the same intense fascination as Sheila, his fiery brown eyes shifting up and down and from side to side as they followed its movements. Timmy rested his hands on his hips and leaned slightly backward, forcing his skinny loins forward and shoving his cock higher in the air as if presenting it to Sheila to be sucked.
Sheila's heart leapt into her throat. For a moment, she was sure that Timmy knew she was spying on him, and that he was putting on this show for her benefit. She expected him to fling the door open and do God-knows-what to her with the horny monster between his legs. She was about to turn around and run when she glimpsed the boy's eyes. One look assured her that the boy was oblivious to her being there. Timmy gazed at his dancing cock with such trancelike concentration that Sheila realized that his only concern in the world at that moment was his dick. He appeared to be totally in love with it.
Sheila relaxed, giving herself totally to lust, giving all her attention to the dancing boycock and the feelings it was generating inside her. If she had to describe the feelings drilling through her loins, she wouldn't know where to begin. With each jump of the boy's cock, a rush of prickles ran up her cunt. With each beacon-like throb of Timmy's glowing cockhead, the walls of her pussy pulsated. With each honey-like gob of pre-cum that oozed from the boy's gaping piss-slit, a rivulet of steaming cunt-juice bubbled out from under her panties and streamed down her trembling thighs like hot oil. Sheila had never felt so pleasurably excited in her life. It felt so good! she thought. How could anything feel so good?
The whole of Timmy's hairless body was now the color of his flushed face and throbbing cock-a rosy, blushing color. The only parts of him that were redder were his glossy cock-head and his full, sensual lips. With trembling fingertips, he caressed his firm, square chest muscles and his flat, ridged belly muscles, as if making love to his own body.
Sheila flushed with momentary embarrassment to see the boy engaging in such narcissistic behavior, treating himself as if he were an object of adoration. How could anybody behave in such a vain, blasphemous manner-especially Timmy? He had always been such a shy, humble, blushing young rose of a boy. How could he suddenly appear so shamelessly in love with himself? Oh, well, now she knew: the angel bit was just a put-on! The truth was that Timmy was a self-loving, lust-minded little demon. Steaming pussy-juice gushed from Sheila's cunt. Unbearably pleasurable sensations swam through her loins. Even her embarrassment, even her realization of Timmy's true nature, added fuel to her lust. Sheila was lost, hopelessly lost. She knew it, and she delighted in it.
The pent-up desires finally let loose in her flesh after twenty-three years of denial were overpowering. Lust had taken her by surprise and was vanquishing her. She writhed on her knees like a madwoman, worshipping a pagan idol, a lust-crazed, dancing boy-cock. Her mouth watered. She longed to suck the young stud's dick. She longed to cradle the throbbing cock-head between her lips, to lap at the turgid shaft, to swallow up the meaty cock until it stretched the back of her throat and she choked on it. She longed to taste his succulent cockflesh, and to suck up the clear, thick pre-cum that oozed from the tip. She was sure that the boy's loin-juices were as sweet as honey, the distilled essence of youthful lust, the sap of pubescence.
Sheila could hardly believe the crazed thoughts flashing through her mind. She had never in her life had such mad desires. She wondered where they came from. She would surely kill herself with embarrassment were Timmy to find out the vile ideas she was having concerning him.
Timmy caressed up and down the length of his cock with the tips of his fingers. His dick jumped in response to his touch, and he sighed. He stroked his dick more firmly. His nostrils dilated and he snorted like a young bull, licking his lips and leering at his cock as if it were a woman he was about to rape. His breathing was deep and heavy, and Sheila could almost feel the moist warmth of it. Saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth and dripped from his chin. He muttered something incomprehensible and wrapped his hand around his cock.
The boy was possessed, completely possessed, Sheila thought. His flushed face had a demonic look to it, and he was snorting like a beast. He moved his hand up and down the length of his cock, pumping his hips as he did so, and Sheila realized that he was jerking off.
"Masturbation," she whispered to herself, and immediately she thrust her hand under the crotch of her panties and slid her fingers up between the inflamed lips of her gushing cunt. Salty thrills wormed up her pussy. It was as if the tips of her fingers were electrically charged. She wiggled her ass and nearly squealed with pleasure.
She had never done anything like this before. In all her twenty-three years, she had never once fingered her cunt except to wash it. So now, she hadn't much of an idea of what she was doing. She just let go and rubbed, letting her fingers instinctively massage her burning cunt-lips. Then, as if by a willful act of one of her fingers, her cunt was penetrated. The slick, hot walls of her pussy encircled her probing index finger. She nearly fainted with the luscious sensations filling her loins. Oh, God! she thought, this is good! So good!
Timmy pumped his dick like a thirsting man trying to get water from a well. The glossy cock-head popped in and out of his fist. His pink tongue flicked in and out between his lips. His eyes looked glazed as they stared at his dick. "Fuck, cunt, tits, ass, cum!" he muttered between his pursed lips.
At this point, the fuck words rolling out of the boy's mouth failed to shock Sheila. She was resigned now to seeing Timmy as he actually was-no longer the sweet, shy, tender angel of the church choir-but the lusting, sweaty, leering, beastlike satyr of his own bathroom. And not only had she resigned herself to seeing Timmy as he actually was, but she was beginning to realize that she herself was very much like him, that she herself was just as possessed with lust as he was-and that she was thoroughly enjoying every sinful tingle nibbling its way through her cunt. And what's more, she lusted for the sweaty youth. She longed to suck his cock, to suck down the juices bubbling from his hot loins. And most of all, she suddenly realized, she wanted to feel his fat stud-cock jerking inside her! 'Tuck me," she whispered. "Oh, Timmy, please, fuck me!"
Timmy writhed and wriggled like an eel. Thick gobs of pre-cum frothed from the gaping piss-slit of his pulsating cockhead and rolled down over his fingers. The glossy purple head of his young stud-cock shined with the ooze like a polished apple. Liquid, squishing sounds came from his hand working up and down over his slick cock. "Oh, fuck, shit, feels so good," the boy muttered, "feels so goddamn good!"
The sight of his squirming dick and wriggling body, the sounds of his cock-jerking, and his fuck words made Sheila writhe and pant along with him. Feels so good was right! Nothing had ever felt so good to Sheila. She wished she could feel this way forever. She would have liked nothing better than to watch the lewd teenager before her pump his red-hot cock and wiggle his skinny ass until all hell froze over. The feelings Timmy was causing inside her with his jack-off dance were like a wonderful, intense pain, a luscious ache. Sheila forced another finger up her cunt and rammed it in and out as if she wanted to polish her cunt walls to a glossy sheen. As she frigged her hand between her sucking pussy-lips, the squish, squish, squishing sounds she was making matched the rhythmic squishing sounds Timmy was making.
Sheila was hot now, burning up inside. Saliva dripped from her chin. She realized she was foaming at the mouth like a madwoman, and the thought thrilled her even more. For the first time in her life she felt naughty, evil. For the first time in her life she was letting herself go and enjoying herself completely. She chewed at her lips. A voice inside her howled-an aching, whining, begging voice. Fuck me! it pleaded. Fuck me, you luscious young stud! Shove your dick inside me and fuck me forever!
Timmy seemed to respond to her mental screaming with a renewed excitement, as if he could hear her pleadings. His hand became a blur over his jumping dick. He tossed his head from side to side. Spit dripped from the tip of his tongue, and he whimpered. Every muscle in his supple body defined itself, stood out as if carved in soft metal. Suddenly he snapped his head back as if he'd been shot. His eyes rolled back in his head. His face glowed like a radioactive beet. "I'm coming!" he gasped. "Christ, I'm coming!"
The piss-slit of his pulsating cockhead gaped wide open like a screaming mouth. Suddenly a thick spurt of white cum shot out and splatted against the door. Another spurt quickly followed, then another, until his cock looked like a machine-gun gone crazy. The pellets of jism sounded like heavy raindrops as they showered against the door. Timmy whimpered as if he were being whipped. "Oh, man!" he gasped. "Oh, wow!"
Lord in heaven, help me! Sheila thought. The sight before her was too much, almost painful to watch in the excitement it was causing inside her. Her fingers knifed in and out of her pussy, which throbbed unbearably. She was about to pass out from the intensity of the sensations. She had the nearly irresistible urge to shove her whole hand up inside her cunt and tear at the walls of her pussy. She forced a third finger inside herself, and immediately her cunt exploded with orgasm. Oh, my God! she thought. What's happening?
She thrust her other hand under her panties and clawed at her fat, inflamed pussy-lips, continuing to fuck the depths of her cunt with the three fingers of her other hand. Her loins shook with deep, hot, liquid sensations. The tips of her nipples and toes tingled as if somebody had taken an electric drill to them. Her asshole throbbed. It felt as if fingers were wriggling deep inside her loins. She breathed fire. She saw flashes of light dancing around Timmy's quivering body as he pelted the door with an endless shower of jizz-wads. Sheila let go completely, allowing the ultimate sensations of lust and ecstasy to consume her. Had Timmy not been just beyond the door, she would have howled like a she-devil.
When Timmy's dick stopped spurting, he milked it from base to tip, squeezing out the cum remaining in the tube. The whitish juice oozed out over his fingers, and he licked it off and swallowed it. His spent cock stood straight out from his groin, still half-hard, making sporadic, spastic jerks. Timmy watched it twitch until it finally stopped, then tiptoed over to the toilet and hauled three feet of tissue from the roll.
When he turned toward the door again, Sheila was stunned to see his once-monstrous cock shriveled down to its original stubby limpness. It wagged like a pink tongue as the boy walked back toward the door, and Timmy himself seemed to have shrunk back down to the size of a young boy. He no more had that look of a snorting young bull. He looked once more like a shy, sweet, chaste choirboy, or a young cupid.
Sheila struggled to her feet quietly. She felt so relaxed and worn out that she wondered whether she'd make it down the stairs without falling head-over-heels. As she tiptoed away, the bathroom door rattled behind her. Timmy was wiping up his geyser-load of cum.
In the downstairs bathroom, Sheila studied her still-flushed face in the mirror, looking for signs of change. She could detect none. Her hands reeked of pussy-juice, so she scrubbed them with soap and warm water, then bathed her face with cool water. The cool water took the redness out of her face, but her cheeks maintained a pleasing rosy hue. Her eyes sparkled. She couldn't help but think that she looked like a bright-faced young girl again. She hadn't looked so healthy and alive in years.
Sheila was relieved and pleased. She had expected to see the mark of Cain or the letter "A" branded in her forehead. She had expected her eyes to look bloodshot and demonic. But instead, she looked like a freshly blossomed carnation, and pleasant sensations, like the sun-filled waters of a mountain brook, streamed through her body. She had sinned, she knew, but she felt no guilt. It was as if the fires of lust had burned so fiercely that they had purged her of her sin even while she was committing it. "Praise the Lord!" she whimpered, smiling at her flower-like reflection.
A door opened upstairs. Bare feet padded down the hallway. A door closed. Timmy had gone to bed. Sheila wondered whether she shouldn't go up and check on the rascal. After all, wasn't that part of a babysitter's duties?
CHAPTER TWO
Sheila took a deep breath and knocked gingerly on Timmy's bedroom door.
"Just a second!" Timmy said.
Sheila realized that the boy's voice was changing, that he wouldn't be singing in his angelic soprano voice for much longer.
Papers shuffled and bed springs creaked. "Come on in!" Timmy called out at last.
Timmy rec-lined in the center of his queen-sized bed, his torso propped up by two thick pillows. His pink skin looked almost tan against the white sheet, in contrast to the white jockey briefs which were his only clothing. His stubby cock stuck up in the air, causing a low tent over his groin. He studied Sheila with a sheepish grin, his blue eyes peering out at her from behind his thick yellow forelocks.
"Just checking to see if everything's OK," Sheila said, giving him her best public-relations smile. "Looks like you're all cleaned up and ready for dreamland."
"I brushed my teeth, too," Timmy said, smiling broadly as if to show off his teeth.
They looked like teeth from a toothpaste commercial.
"Beautiful!" Sheila said with a laugh. "They look good enough to eat."
Timmy giggled, and Sheila stood there gawking at him, taking in everything from his pink toes to his heavy mop of hair. She caught herself after a few seconds, then tried to think of what to say next. She felt a little foolish. She wondered suddenly whether it would be proper to give the boy a goodnight kiss.
"Yeah," Timmy said, breaking the silence, "that's what the dentist says, too."
"What's that?" Sheila asked, unable to recall what they'd been talking about. She felt as if she were coming out of a trance.
Timmy looked offended. "That my teeth are beautiful," he said. "I've never had a cavity."
"You're kidding me!" Sheila exclaimed, realizing immediately that her voice sounded overexcited and phony, like the voice of a giddy schoolgirl trying to flatter a boy. Now she felt really foolish. "I mean," she said, forcing a more reserved tone, "that's very impressive. It's quite unusual for a young man your age to be completely free of cavities." Now she was sounding like Walter Cronkite, but Timmy didn't seem to care.
"I didn't know that," Timmy said, looking down as if he were trying to appear suddenly humble. "I guess I don't have any cavities because I avoid sweets and brush regularly," Timmy said, sounding as if he were reading a cue card.
"That's probably it," Sheila said.
The conversation had reached another dead end. Sheila didn't know what else to say, and she really didn't feel like saying anything. All she wanted to do was pounce on the young stud and enjoy his body. She longed to tear off his white underpants and watch his stubby cock grow once more into a throbbing, mouthwatering monster. But Timmy lay there looking like an innocent lamb, looking just like the angelic saint all the rest of the world thought him to be. Sheila felt suddenly ashamed of herself. She wondered whether that scene in the bathroom had ever taken place, whether it hadn't all been a dream.
Timmy looked away from her and shifted about nervously. She wondered whether he sensed her predatory lust. Oh, God, she hoped not!
"Good night, Timmy," she blurted out, turning toward the door and quickly marching away from him. "Maybe I'll see you again next week."
"Good night, Miss Moore. I hope so," Timmy said, sounding like a perfect gentleman. "Thank you for looking in on me.
Sheila tiptoed down the stairs wishing she'd never gone up to wish the boy good night. Her wonderful feelings of contentment and relaxation had turned to a confused frustration.
On her way home, Sheila cut through the park. It was a beautiful night for a walk-warm and moonlit. She was glad she was walking tonight. It had been years since she'd taken a walk alone at night, and she felt good, much freer than when she drove, and she was able to think more clearly. She wondered why she didn't walk more often. No matter-from now on she'd be doing a lot more walking.
She was glad now that she hadn't lost her head and pounced on Timmy. Lord, was she glad! Timmy's parents had returned home just minutes after she had bid him good night. She shuddered to think of the consequences had they walked in on her in the act of tearing off his underwear. Somehow, the Lord was watching over her tonight, despite her surrender to the sins of the flesh.
She wondered, however, what she would have done had she ripped off Timmy's underwear. She knew she probably would have tasted his cock. She drooled now at the thought. If anything had ever looked more tasty and succulent than that boy-cock, she couldn't think of it. And then there was that rich white cum the boy had blasted from the tip of his cock. She knew she'd have to sample that, too. It looked as tempting as whipped cream. She wasn't positive about the mechanics involved, but she guessed that if the boy could make himself spurt by massaging his cock with his hand, then she could probably make him spurt by massaging his prick with her lips and tongue. She realized now that when a stuck-up boy told a girl to suck him, that he was talking about her sucking up his cock and sucking out his cum.
She wondered what Timmy's response would be if she were to do such a thing to him. She wondered what he'd think, or what the people of the congregation would think, if they were to find out that she had such a perverse and sinful desire. She wondered suddenly if it wouldn't be a good idea for her to see a psychiatrist before this mad craving got the better of her, before it took hold of her permanently.
"Good Lord!" she whispered, realizing the fantastically sinful nature of her desire. She not only had the vile craving to suck on a male's most private organ, but that organ belonged to a teenage boy, an innocent, virgin youth. God in heaven help her were her father to discover what was going on in her mind!
Sheila's father was one of the most God fearing, respected and respectable men in town, pastor of the First Baptist Church. Above all the other tenets he had given his congregation, above all the other tenets he had given his only daughter, Sheila, was the irrefutable dogma that sex, for any other reason than procreation of the species during lawful marriage, was the greatest sin, the greatest evil, in the universe. "O woe unto ye!" Sheila had heard him shout thousands of times over the last twenty-three years while he stomped in the pulpit and pounded his fists until she thought he'd break every bone in his hand-"O woe unto ye whosoever shall succumb to the demon lusts of the flesh!"
Sheila trembled now, those fearful words hammering in her head like her father's fist on the pulpit. "Forgive me, Father! Forgive me, Lord!" she whimpered, and suddenly the guilt she had expected to feel right after her ordeal outside of Timmy's bathroom rushed over her like a tidal wave.
What a disgrace she had been tonight! What a mockery she had made of her father's teaching! How she had betrayed him! Hadn't her father devoted his whole life to protecting her, to saving her? Hadn't he sent her to an expensive Baptist girls college to shelter her from the worldly young men who were all possessed by the demon lust? Hadn't he then pulled strings with the city commissioner so Sheila could gain an immediate job in the public library upon receiving her degree in library science? Hadn't his sacrifices been great enough?
She remembered the trying times her father had had in attempting to justify to the congregation the city commissioner's immediate appointment to the church board, and to the board of deacons, on the very day that he had joined the church. Her father had done so much for her, had gone through uneasy times for her. The girls college, the librarian's job, had sheltered her from the world, had sheltered her from the temptations of the flesh, and she owed them both to her father. And now, after all his sacrifices, this was how she repaid him-by giving in to lust on the first occasion she encountered it.
Sheila regretted now that she had ever gone to Timmy's. She regretted that she had ever placed that newspaper ad offering her services as a babysitter. Had she known what she was getting into, she never would have done it. She would have suffered with the feelings of emptiness and loneliness which haunted her each evening after work, but at least she wouldn't have betrayed her father.
Her apartment was always so quiet, so still, so lonely, with only her own breathing and the ticking of the clock. Now that she was out of school and working, she had no more studies to occupy her time, and, she didn't even have a TV. A TV, according to her father, was the tool of the devil-"his vehicle for transporting the seeds of lust to the world and planting them in human flesh." Now that she was out of school, Sheila had only her life among the books during the day, and her life with the ticking clock in the evening. Thus, she had hit upon babysitting as a way of occupying her empty evening hours, and she had placed the newspaper ad offering her services. But she hadn't dreamed that she would meet the demon lust in the form of the angel of the First Baptist Church choir.
There was only one thing to do-she'd cancel the ad tomorrow. She'd still have to fulfill her commitments with regard to the other babysitting jobs she'd agreed to take this week, but once they were over she'd have to find some other means of filling up her evenings. Perhaps she'd take up bridge. She was sure bridge would be a safer pastime.
The night air was fragrant with the scent of linden blossoms. The narrow river which wound through the wooded park flowed silently under the moonlight. The spring evening was exotic. Sheila sauntered to the crest of the old stone bridge which arched over the river. and stared down into the moonlit water, her mind filled with the whirling confusion the events of the evening had set off. She gazed at the silently moving stream, trying to absorb some of its tranquillity. She inhaled the scent of the lindens.
She didn't know how long she'd been standing there meditating when she heard the sounds. She listened closely to the series of barely audible smacking sounds, wondering what on earth they were. They appeared to be coming from somewhere under the bridge. Then she heard what sounded like a moan, like the wind blowing across a hollow tree trunk, but there was no wind tonight. She leaned out over the water as much as she dared and cocked her ear.
She heard more smacking sounds, then another moan, then what sounded like a squeal. .
"Don't Rodney! Don't, please!" came a high-pitched girl's voice. "Oo, oo, please, don't! Please, Rodney! You're getting me all worked up! Eek! Don't touch me there! Oh, no, please, Rodney, take your finger out! Please? Please? Oh, Rodney, yes, yes, that feels so good!"
"Christ, Mona," gasped a young-male voice, "you're sopping wet down there! Christ, your cunt is so fucking hot and juicy!
Oh, yeah, wild-fucking wild!"
"Mmmm, mmmmm," came the girl's sighs, "oh, Rodney!"
Sheila nearly fell over the stone wall of the bridge trying to get a look at the owners of the voices, but she couldn't see a thing. There was only one thing to do. She tiptoed with short, quick steps to the other side of the bridge, then crawled on her belly under the shrubs which grew half-under the bridge. She saw the couple immediately, where they lay on the sandy bank just twenty feet across the river. The moon was so bright tonight that its reflection off the water lit up the shadows below the bridge and exposed the couple as if they were lying under a spotlight.
The boy lay half on top of the girl, his legs wrapped around one of hers, his hand thrust up one leg of her shorts. He rotated his arm back and forth, and the girl writhed under him as if his hand were winding her up and letting her go like a toy. They were both dressed in T-shirts, and the boy , in a pair of jeans. Both teenagers were barefooted, and their toes wiggled sensuously.
Sheila's heart throbbed, her pussy drooled, her skin flushed with heat. Jesus help me, she prayed. It was happening again-another encounter with the demon lust. She tried to move backward, but her body was frozen where it was. Her lust was overpowering. She lay on her belly in the sand, wriggling like a speared snake. Jesus help me, she prayed one last time-but she knew it was hopeless. A wicked thrill surged through her pussy and she let herself go completely, delighting in the scene.
The boy pushed away from the squirming girl and stood up. The girl lay there panting, staring up at him.
"Take off your clothes, honey," the boy said.
From the sound of his voice and the size and shape of his body, Sheila guessed him to be about eighteen.
"I will not," the girl said. "What kind of girl do you take me for, anyway?" She spoke with a pouting tone.
"I know what kind," he said. "The kind that likes to get fucked."
"Like hell," she said. "I'll have you know I'm a virgin, and I intend to stay that way until I'm married."
"Hah!" the boy scoffed. "You didn't act like much of a virgin with my finger inside you. You were wiggling your sexy little ass like you'd just ate a pound of Spanish fly. Now peel off those threads before I rip them off!"
The girl made a move to sit up. "I'm going home," she said.
The boy put his large naked foot on her chest and pinned her back down on the sand as if she were a sheet of paper. "Like hell you are," he said. "No little sophomore bitch is gonna give me a case of blue balls. One way or another, baby, my old cock is gonna get satisfied." He slid his foot up against her mouth. "Suck my toes!" he commanded. "Come on, suck my toes!"
"Please, Rodney," the girl's muffled whimper came against the ball of his foot, "please...." But before she could get out another word, Rodney shoved his toes between her open lips.
"Suck 'em, chicky," he said. "Suck 'em real good. I wanna see that sexy little tongue of yours working on my toes."
The girl made muffled whimpers as she sucked and chewed the boy's toes. Slurping and munching sounds filled the air under the bridge as if she were sucking on a juicy peach.
"Mmmmm," Rodney sighed, "feels so good. Just love to get the old toes sucked. It makes my leg feel like a big dick. Yeah! And it makes my dick feel real good, too." He pulled his foot away from her mouth. "Now the other foot, sex-pot. Do the same thing to my other toes." Then he plopped his other foot against her chin and wriggled his toes into her waiting mouth.
This time the girl went at his toes without a whimper, sucking away like a baby at a bottle.
"You got a hot mouth, Mona, baby," the boy said. "You know that? You got one hell of a hot mouth! I'm getting all hot and horny just thinking about what that mouth of yours could do with my dick. Christ, the old prick is jerking like a Mexican jumping bean." He yanked his big toe out of her mouth. "Watch this now, Mona, baby. Watch this now real close."
Rodney slid his fingers under the bottom edges of his T-shirt and slowly peeled it off his torso, letting it fall to the ground where he stood. The moonlight made his muscular back look like a bluish-white marble sculpture. The back was long and tapered, flared out at the armpits and narrow at the hips, with a deep cleft up the center formed by the thick columns of muscle which cradled his spine.
He pushed his arms high overhead, stretching long, then lowered both arms to shoulder height, flexing his biceps as if he were in a physique contest. His biceps bulged and danced. He turned slowly all the way around as if he wanted to display every inch of his torso to Mona as she lay there silently gaping up at him.
As his front came into view, Sheila saw a finely chiselled frontal torso with square pectorals and ridged, rectangular slabs of abdominal muscle. He was a handsome youth, with bold, masculine features and a sexy nose. The feature Sheila focused her attention on, however, was the boy's right thigh, near the groin. His pant-leg bulged there, as if he had a broom handle shoved down it. Sheila licked her lips instinctively, without realizing she was doing it until after she'd done it. Her pussy throbbed. More than anything in the world she wanted a taste of Rodney's stud-cock. She desired it just as much as she had Timmy's.
Rodney faced Mona, making his biceps jump, wiggling his ass. "Like what you see, baby?" he asked her.
"Love it," Mona mumbled as if in a trance.
"You're gonna love it even more in a second," Rodney announced. "You ain't seen nothing yet."
He slowly undid his zipper. The sound of it echoed under the bridge. He hooked his thumbs under the waist of his jeans and forced the tight denim off his ass, the muscular cheeks flowering before Sheila's eyes like a set of ripe honey-dew melons.
Mona gasped as if she'd just confronted a dragon. "Wow!" she said. "Oh, wow! It's so fucking big! It's so beautiful! Oh, Rodney, Christ, I never knew!"
The boy let his jeans glide the rest of the way down his legs, then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He was completely naked now, and Sheila marveled at the flowing, chiselled look of his body. Except in fine arts museums, she'd never seen anything so perfectly developed. She'd always thought that museum sculptures were merely idealized forms, but now she realized that they were based on the male body in the flesh. She thought Rodney was the most beautiful object she'd ever seen.
"Take off your clothes," Rodney commanded Mona again.
Mona giggled. "But Rodney," she pouted, "I've already told you I can't do that. I'm a virgin. So be a nice boy now and let me go home."
"Fucking little bitch!" Rodney said. "What in the hell are you trying to pull? You know what I oughtta do? I oughtta just step back into my threads and let you lay there and shove your prissy little hand up your prissy little cunt. Your pussy don't deserve a piece of meat like mine."
"You really think you're hot stuff, don't you?" Mona said as she leapt to her feet and started away from him.
Rodney caught her and flung his limbs around her like an octopus. "You're not going anywhere," he muttered between clenched teeth. Then he sank those same teeth into her neck and clapped his hand over her mouth.
Mona struggled and screamed into his hand. She was at least a foot shorter than the boy, so he covered her like a giant. Her long hair appeared to wrap around his muscular biceps like tendrils of silk as she struggled, as if even her hair had joined in to defend herself. But her fight was absolutely hopeless, like a dachshund against a panther.
Rodney tore open her T-shirt as if it had buttons up the front. He yanked at her shorts. The zipper shrieked, and the shorts tumbled down her legs. He lifted her off her kicking feet for a moment, freeing her of the shorts, then grabbed her rag of a shirt at the bottom and whipped it over her head. The ravaged shirt floated to the ground like a shot-down kite. The muscular stud's naked body wrapped itself around the naked body of the kicking, whimpering young girl. His torso jackknifed suddenly, forcing the girl to jackknife with him as he held her from behind.
"Arch your back, bitch," he ordered. "Turn up that ass!"
Mona continued to whimper, but she stopped struggling and did as he commanded, forcing her round, meaty ass high in the air and wiggling it against the boy's flat belly. She braced her hands on her knees as if preparing for Rodney's assault.
Rodney pulled his hand away from her mouth, and Mona let out a sigh between her loud, panting breaths. The boy grabbed her hips, then backed his loins away from her ass at least a foot. His long, thick cock appeared for the first time to Sheila's view. It throbbed slowly, the tip of it pressed against Mona's upturned cunt. Sheila almost fainted when she realized how big it was. The boy might just as well have had an arm growing out of his groin. The prick had to be somewhere between nine inches and a foot long!
"No, Rodney! Please, no!" Mona pleaded. "You'll kill me with that big thing!"
"Shut up!" Rodney said. "You should have thought about that an hour ago, before you started wiggling your juicy ass in my face."
His body became perfectly still for a split second, as if it were gathering up all its strength. Then, with one smooth, powerful thrust of the loins, Rodney knifed the entire length of his monstrous dick up Mona's cunt, his hard belly smacking against her waving ass like a hand. Mona nearly rolled head-over-heels, but Rodney caught her.
"Ohhhh, God!" Mona wailed. "Ohhhh, God!"
"Christ! Wow!" Rodney gasped. "So tight! Hot damn!" He tossed his head backward and groaned, then arched his back and fucked.
Mona snapped her head back. Her cone-shaped tits stood straight out, quivering in the moonlight. The whole of her slender teenage body trembled and wiggled. The tips of her long, shiny hair tickled the small of her back.
Rodney's dick fucked slowly in and out of Mona's ripe young cunt. It glistened in the moonlight like an oiled nightstick, slick with Mona's teen pussy-juice, then wriggled back inside the girl like a greased cobra. The boy increased the force and tempo of his thrusts as he fucked, and Mona's ass began to gyrate in response to his attack. Her whimperings gave way to grunts of pleasure and squeals of delight. Within a minute, Rodney's overgrown dick hummed in and out of Mona's hot pussy like a piston gone wild, his belly slapping furiously against her ass like an applauding hand.
Mona rotated her ass like a fan, dancing and spinning on the boy's cock as if she never wanted to stop. "Eeee, ooooo!" she cooed. "Fuck me! Move that luscious dick! Fuck the shit out of me!"
The sounds and scents of the two hot, fucking teens filled the night air-the pungent smell of cunt-juice and stud-sweat, the liquid sound of cock squishing in cunt-moans and squeals-the wild sound of hard belly meeting succulent ass. All of Sheila's senses were sharp and wide-open as she watched and listened and smelled. It was as if she could taste Rodney's dick drenched with Mona's pussy-juice. It was as if she could feel Rodney's horny cock probing the depths of her own pussy. She lay on her belly in the sand, bathed in the atmosphere of lust, squeezing her legs together and licking her lips.
"Fuck meeee!" Mona whinnied, her ripe tits flapping in the air as she wiggled every inch of her body.
"Way to go," Rodney gasped. "That's more like it! Christ, you're the hottest litle bitch in town. Oh, yeah, move that ass, skin that dick! Wow! Wow!"
Sheila drooled all over her fist as it pillowed her chin. Hre cunt pulsated and gushed. Her panties were drenched. Tingles streamed up her cunt and down her legs. Her legs were wrapped around each other, and she squeezed them against each other rhythmically, making her pussy-lips rub together and squish. She contracted her thigh muscles so forcefully that the squishing of her burning, dripping pussylips was audible. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! The word pounded in her head like a migraine headache.
As she gazed at the scene before her, she suddenly saw her own body dancing on Rodney's cock in place of Mona's. She felt her cunt sucking in the sweaty stud's dick. She felt his hot, strong hands jerking her loins back and forth over his cock. She felt his rock-hard belly pounding her fleshy ass. Fuck me, Rodney! Fuck me! she pleaded in her soul.
Mona shreiked. "Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm coming! Ohhh, wowwww! Feels so good! Eeeee!" Her body twitched and jerked. Her nubile ass churned like a corkscrew. She gibbered like a madwoman.
Rodney bucked his sinewy loins like a jackrabbit, pistoning his slick dick in and out of Mona's spasming cunt with all the grace and skill of a gymnast. He arched backward and threw back his head. All the lines of his body appeared to lengthen and deepen. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhh!" he whined. "Here it comes! Oh, wowwwww! Ahhhhh!" He groaned loud and long, like a wolf howling at the full moon. He pumped his cock so furiously that his hips became a blur.
Mona jerked spastically, as if each fuck of Rodney's cock was giving her an electric shock. "Wow!" she gasped. "Hot jizz! Oo, ah, oh, yeah, shoot it! Oo! Oh! It's so-hot! So-beau-ti-ful!" Each time Rodney snorted, each time his body quivered with an orgasmic spasm, Mona grunted and cooed, receiving his burst of hot jism.
Sheila could almost feel the hot spurts in her own pussy, could almost feel the wonderful cum splashing against the inflamed cuntal walls deep in her loins. She could almost feel Rodney's cock swelling and exploding inside her. Fuck me! her soul cried out, and her own sex-flesh became an explosion of orgasmic sparks. The feelings were so intense that she had to gnaw at her fist to keep from screaming. She imagined Rodney's thick, white cum spurts pelting her insides in the same way that Timmy's jizz-wads had pelted the bathroom door just an hour ago. She became Mona, bent double before the horny stud, offering her spasming cunt to his slick, cum-pumping cock. The feelings were so good she wanted to die right there.
Pleasure crackled in the air like an electric storm. The sheltered cove formed by the arching stone bridge glowed with a harvest of lust, a faint orange glow like that given off by a hearth. Sheila let herself drown in the feelings. She inhaled deeply, and the lust-laden air filled her lungs and entered every cell of her body. The feelings she'd experienced over the last hour were ten times better than all the other feelings of her first twenty-three years of life put together.
Rodney yanked his gleaming dick out of the young nymphet. It stood there in the blue light, half-hard and still twitching. article, she tossed aside the magazine and flicked on the TV.
She'd had so little experience with television sets that she jumped at the sudden explosion of color on the screen. The sets she remembered always took a minute or so to come on. She was dumbfounded to see a half-naked female gymnast catapult from a bar, somersault through the air, and land lightly on the floor. The gymnast then sat down close to the camera and spoke to Sheila in an intimate and personal way about tampons. Sheila was embarrassed to be talked to about such private matters from anybody, let alone a perfect stranger on TV, and she was about to switch the set back off when suddenly the front door burst open.
Two grubby-looking boys charged in as if they owned the place, looking about suspiciously like Jack-in-the-beanstalk's giant. Both wore frayed blue cutoffs and blazing red T-shirts, and both had heavy heads of brown hair streaked with blond. Like Timmy's, their bangs were so long in front that Sheila could barely see their eyes, and in back their locks touched their shoulders.
The shorter boy, who was likely Tad, was barefooted, and the taller boy, who could be none other than Brian, wore torn white sneakers which he was in the process of forcing off his feet without untying them. Both boys had such dark tans that they looked as if they'd just been roasted on a spit. Knocking their hair out of their eyes with simultaneous jerks of their heads, they focused their brown orbs on Sheila as if they were judges and she was on trial.
"Hi," said the taller of the two. "You must be Miss Moore."
"Right," Sheila replied, trying to sound ten times less nervous than she was. "You must be Brian."
The boy gave her a quick smile. "Yeah," he said, "that's my name. And this here little brat is Tad."
"Fuck you!" Tad said, giving his brother a light kick in the shin.
"Ah, go fuck yourself!" Brian said, paying no attention to the kick.
What foul-mouthed little beasts! Sheila thought. "How about some TV, boys?" she asked, trying to sound cool, cheerful and persuasive at the same time. She didn't want the situation to get out of control. "Your mom said you have to be in bed by nine, though," she added, weakly trying to assert her authority.
Both boys glared at her with half-smirks, half-scowls, as they flopped down on the sofa, one at each end. Tad leaned to the side and when he'd encased his legs and loins in his tight jeans once again, he struggled to get his fat pecker down his pant-leg, then sucked in his belly so he could zip up.
Mona slipped into her shorts. "Look what you did," she pouted, holding up the frazzled rag which had been her T-shirt, then displaying her no-longer-functional zipper.
Rodney slipped his own T-shirt over her head. It hung down far enough to cover her open fly. "You loved every second of it," he said. He wrapped his arms around her head and shoved his tongue in her mouth. They kissed long, with Mona sighing and whimpering as if she were being forced against her will.
When they came out of their clinch, Mona panted: "Let's get out of here now, before I end up getting raped again."
Rodney hooked his naked arm around her neck and dragged her through the shrubs and up the embankment. The last Sheila heard of the couple was Mona's saucy squeal and protest: "Don't, Rodney! I'm not that kind of girl! Eeeek! Don't touch me there!"
CHAPTER THREE
Sheila leaned against the armrest of the couch trying to relax. She was all alone in the Mendel household for the first time and she felt uneasy. She was conscious of her foot tapping nervously as she tried to get through a magazine article about how to attract men. She looked at the wall clock, noting that it was already eight-thirty. Eight-thirty, and she hadn't even had a glimpse of the two boys she was supposed to be taking care of. They were supposed to have been home an hour ago, and they were supposed to be in bed by nine at the latest. She wondered whether they'd even be home by that time.
All the Mendels had told her about the two boys-Brian and Tad-was that they were well-behaved young gentlemen, but that they needed a babysitter to keep them off the streets, away from corrupting influences. Sheila wondered how she was supposed to keep them off the streets when they were already out there, and might just stay there. As irrational as she knew the feeling was, she still felt in some way responsible for their not being home yet. Unable to read another word of the pulled a stack of comic books out from under the sofa, then settled back as if he were going to make a meal of them.
"Hand over the Hulk book," Brian said, nudging Tad's foot with his big toe.
Tad sailed a book at him, whopping him in the chest. "Shove it up your ass!" Tad sassed in the cracked tones of his changing voice. "You're getting it only because I already read the fucking book."
"Ah, go suck the Hulk's cock, jerk-off brat!" Brian muttered, flipping open the book and burying his nose in it.
Sheila watched the boys' exchange with an irritated fascination. In all her sheltered life she'd never heard such inconsiderate, devil-mouthed conversation. And, what was that Brian had told Tad to do-suck the Hulk's cock? She didn't know who in heaven's name the Hulk was, but she was shocked to hear Brian suggest such a thing. She had thought, on first impression, that he was more gentlemanly than Tad, yet now she wondered. But, as much as she was shocked to hear such talk, she couldn't deny that it gave her a mild thrill. Her pussy had tingled-just for a moment-but it had tingled.
The boys appeared to drown contentedly in their comic books, as if they'd both swallowed tranquilizers. Sheila pretended to watch TV, but she kept her eyes and ears sharp for the boys. She studied them out of the corners of her eyes.
Both boys rested their backs on pillows propped up against the armrests of the couch. Their legs stretched out along the couch until the soles of their feet met and pressed against each other, as if each boy was holding up an imaginary wall which separated his respective territory, bracing it against attack. Their toes wiggled, entwined and sometimes locked like clasped fingers, but neither boy seemed to be conscious of it. Aside from an occasional fart or belch, both boys passed their half hour before bedtime peacefully poring through their comics.
At nine o'clock on the head, just as the TV program Sheila had completely ignored faded from the screen, Sheila took a deep breath, then said in her most diplomatic tone: "Nine o'clock, boys. Time for bed." She held her breath, waiting for all hell to break loose.
Brian dropped his comic book and jumped up without looking at Sheila. He scratched Tad's bare leg with his toenail. "Let's go, shrimp," he said.
"Kiss my ass!" Tad said, leaping to his feet and slapping Brian's arm with his comic book. Then he charged out of the living room. "Fuck you!" he said over his shoulder. "Fuck your ass!" His bare feet thudded down the hardwood hallway as if he were King Kong.
Brian laughed. "The little brat," he said. He turned toward Sheila, who stood there with her fingers crossed and her breath still held. He smiled impishly. Sheila knew he sensed her uneasiness, her vulnerability. He raised his brown, grubby hands and laid them on her shoulders.
The ragamuffin's paws were warm and moist, and felt as if they weighed five pounds each. The muscles in his forearms quivered under the veined skin. For a moment Sheila thought the boy was going to strangle her. His fiery brown eyes looked into her head like the sun's rays focused through two lenses. Sheila flashed with goose bumps. She was terribly excited. She closed her eyes, waiting for the demonic youth to devour her. Suddenly she felt his humid breath on his face, a dark, tropical pagan breath.
"Good night, Miss Moore," the boy whispered, then crushed his lips to hers.
Sheila staggered. Her cunt contracted. Her clit jerked. Beautiful tingles shot through her loins and radiated out through the rest of her body. She swayed like a sapling in a summer breeze. What seemed like minutes passed. She waited for the boy to ravish her. Suddenly she was aware that he was no longer near her.
She opened her eyes as if waking up from a dream, just in time to glimpse Brian's naked calf and bare foot flash out of the room.
She felt suddenly like a little lost girl, abandoned by her parents. The imprints of the boy's hands on her shoulders and his lips on hers were still warm and glowing. Her entire body, especially her pussy, felt as if it were tied up with aching knots. She felt like screaming or crying. She eased her body down on the couch, trying to figure out what had just happened.
She wondered whether a kiss was a customary way of saying good night to a babysitter. Possibly. But then, why hadn't Tad kissed her, and why had Brian's lips been so hot and moist, as if dipped in warm honey? Perhaps she was just overreacting. After all, this was her first kiss. Perhaps to Brian the kiss had been no more than a cool, dutiful peck on the lips, no more significant than a quick handshake. All she knew for sure was that the thrills the youth's lips had sent through her body were more intense than even her thrills of last night, her thrills from watching Timmy and the fucking couple.
Her lips and throat still quivered. She longed more than anything to feel that kiss again. "Oh, Brian, I want you!" she whispered without intending to. At that mo merit she heard a loud thud down the hallway, as if one of the boys had just murdered the other one and the body had toppled to the floor.
Sheila squatted down in front of the boys' bedroom door and pressed her eye to the keyhole, an action she was fast growing accustomed to. "Oh, my God!" she whispered. The sight before her was too good to be true. Her body flushed with heat, as if she just opened the door of a blast furnace.
Directly in front of her, Tad was sprawled out stark naked on his bed, his torso propped up by two pillows. His feet flexed and extended sensuously, and his toes wiggled at the ends of his smooth, brown, wide-spread legs. His right hand gripped the shaft of his big, fat, hard boy-cock, working the ivory skin up and down over it, while his glossy cock-head throbbed like a glowing purple knob above his hand. His mouth hung open, his eyes were closed, and his pubescent ass shimmied on the white sheet. "Ooo, wow!" he moaned. "Feels so good!"
Brian displayed his naked body to himself in the mirror above his dresser. His back was to Tad, and he presented a beautiful profile to Sheila, who could just barely make out the reflection of his eyes peering like blue lakes from between thick locks of his yellow streaked brown hair, peering out and gazing at his body like the eyes of a jacking-off Narcissus. His hand moved up and down over his swollen dick with the same slow, sensuous rhythm as his brother's, and his sexy ass wiggled in the air just as Tad's was wiggling on the sheets.
Sheila looked on fascinated. Both boys were performing the same wriggling dance of lust-one lying and one standing-as if their jerk-off session had been choreographed. While she watched, gluing her eye to the keyhole so as not to miss a stroke of the boys' horny hands, Sheila wormed her own hands under her panties and kneaded the swollen, inflamed lips of her hairy, dripping cunt. She felt like squealing with the pleasure she was feeling. She wondered whether the salty thrills shooting through her pussy were similar to the thrills shooting through the pricks of the cock-jerking boys. Judging by the way they squirmed as they beat off, and by the way she herself squirmed as she watched them and frigged her pussy, she thought that the chance was good that all three of them were experiencing the same luscious sensations.
"Fuck, man," Tad muttered, "feels so good! Feels so great to beat my meat! Feels almost as good as fucking a cunt. Shit, man, I need a cunt! Christ, I'd love to shove my dick in a cunt right now!"
"Yeah, man," Brian muttered as if chanting a choral response, "cunt! Yeah, man, Mona's cunt! Christ, I wanna shove my dick right up Mona's tight cunt and fuck that bitch 'til I shoot her full of my jizz!"
"Yeah!" Tad said. "Jizz! Mona! Shoot that jizz right up Mona's cunt! Oh, fucking wow!"
"Or Miss Moore," Brian said. "Shove my cock right up Miss Moore's slippery cunt and fuck out my jizz! Christ, she's a hot chick! Big tits, sexy legs, hot lips! Christ, I wanna kiss those lips while I shoot!"
Sheila's lips throbbed. Her cunt nearly spasmed. Fuck me, Brian! she whined deep inside. I want you!
"Oh, wow, yeah!" Tad gibbered in a highpitched voice. "Kiss those hot lips, chew those cherries, fuck that juicy cunt! Shove my hard pecker right up that horny hole and let my jizz fly! Oh, Christ, here it comes! Christ, I'm coming!"
Tad's steel-hard pubescent dick went off like a gunshot, peppering the air above his squirming young body with the thick, whitehot buckshot of his jism. Handfuls of heavy white jizz-wads blasted from the piss-tube of his throbbing prick and filled the air like fireworks, raining down all over his quivering chest and belly and face with loud splats. As his body writhed with spasms, he dug his brown heels into the mattress and arched his entire form, his body suddenly looking like a bucking bridge. Every long, lean muscle of his teenage body defined itself as if it were cramping. He pumped his spurting dick as if he were trying to pull it out of his skinny loins. His mouth opened wide, and he moaned as if he were being skinned alive.
"Shoot that jizz!" Brian gasped, watching his brother's reflection, pumping his own dick with such fury that his hand was a blur. "Oh, Christ, I'm coming, too! Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" He arched his back and humped his loins as if he were fucking a cunt. He snapped back his head and whimpered, blasting his white cum high in the air and splattering it all over the mirror, where it rolled down the glass in thick gobs. His supple, sinewy body wriggled as if he were trying to squirm out of a strait jacket, his brown skin gleaming with sweat.
Sheila's mouth watered for a taste of the spurting boy-cocks, watered for a taste of the spuming white jizz. She tore at her burning, aching cunt, giving herself up entirely to the wonderful sensations of lust she'd come to know only last night.
Tad fired another round of cum-wads, moaning and writhing as they showered down on his naked flesh. Brian bucked his hips and shot again and again, pelting the mirror with his thick jism until Sheila could hardly make out his reflection any more.
The scene was unbearably exciting, more exciting than either of the scenes she'd witnessed last night, more exciting because tonight she was giving herself freely to lust without any hesitation or feelings of guilt. As the two young studs whined simultaneously, in the throes of ecstasy, Sheila jammed three, bunched fingers up her cunt and exploded with orgasm!
Cunt-juice gushed out over her fingers and ran down her legs. Spit drooled from the corners of her twitching lips and dripped from her chin. Tingles like millions of tiny, pinching fingers bubbled up from the depths of her cunt and saturated her loins as she fucked her fingers in and out. She fought to keep from screaming with the agonized pleasure.
Tad milked the last drops of jism from his spent cock. "Oh, man, that felt super!" he said.
"You said it," Brian said, squeezing the last of his cum from his softening prick. "But man, it would have felt even better to shoot our jizz up a hot, slippery pussy."
"Yeah," Tad muttered in agreement, "hot, slippery pussy!" He said these words as if he were reciting poetry.
"Hey, you guys, what's the big idea?" came a shrieking voice from out of nowhere.
Sheila and both boys jumped as if they'd heard a spirit. Sheila glued her eye to the keyhole, fighting to keep her balance as a few orgasmic flickers still nibbled through her cunt-lips, and her heart throbbed with a terrified anticipation.
"Christ, Mona," Brian said, spinning toward the window, "you about scared the shit out of us."
Mona's sexy bare foot and smooth golden thigh appeared through the open window. Her other leg and foot soon followed, and she slid to the floor, clearing the bottom edge of the window with her head. As she leaned forward to push herself to her feet with her hands, her overgrown tits bulged from the open top of her pink blouse, and her nearly black, shiny hair fell forward over her raisin-dark eyes. "Ah, cool it," she said as she straightened her back. "Looks like I scared more out of you guys than shit." She looked at the gobs of cum rolling down the mirror, then at the jizz-blobs melting all over Tad's flesh. "Goddamn waste," she shouted.
"Quiet," Brian snapped, almost shouting the first syllable, then whispering the last. "We've got a babysitter down the hall."
"Who gives a damn?" Mona asked. "You horny bastards probably already fucked her six times already anyway." She braced her hands on the dresser top and sniffed at Brian's cum on the mirror. "Luscious! Just luscious! Why do you guys have to waste this precious stuff like this?" Before she got an answer, she stuck out her long, fat tongue and lapped up Brian's jism from the glass as if she were starving.
Brian crept up behind her and stripped her shorts off her wiggling ass. "Yum yum," he said, dropping to his knees and spreading her fleshy white asscheeks apart with his brown thumbs. He sniffed at her ass just as she had sniffed at his cum, then, with a moan, he buried his face between her spread cheeks. Mona giggled and cooed, and Brian's seven inch dick snapped up like a meaty bat and slapped against his flat belly.
"Oooo, that feels so yummy!" Mona cooed as she wiggled her ass in response to Brian's butt-sucking and swallowed down the last drop of his cum. Then, suddenly, she bucked her ass backward, nearly knocking Brian on his ass. She spun around and scampered over to the bed. She looked down at Tad, who was still lying there bathed in his own cum, beating his stiff dick as if he hadn't come in a week. "Darling Tad," she said in a baby voice. "My little tadpole!"
Without another word she jumped on the bed beside him and tongued the fresh-spurted cum from his smooth brown belly. "Mmmmm," she said, "tastes so sweet-sweeter even than Brian's." She lapped up the cum from his square pectorals and pinkish-brown nipples, then sucked it from his nose and forehead and lips, kissing him tenderly on every spot where his cum had landed. "My darling little cum-shooter," she said. "You shoot farther than any other boy I know. Mmmm, and you're so sweet. I just love younger men."
Tad giggled, thrusting his hand inside her blouse and groping her hanging tits.
Brian grabbed her naked ass from behind. "I can shoot just as far as that little fucker," he said.
"Can not!" Tad said. "You never beat me yet in a contest. I always shoot at least a foot farther. And my dick is just as big as yours, and I'm a year younger than you."
"Ah, shut up!" Brian said, plunging his face once more between Mona's dancing asscheeks. Then he munched at her asshole as if he wanted to devour her alive.
"Mmmmm, Brian, darling," Mona gasped. "Eat my ass. Lick out my butt hole. Tad might shoot farther, but you're the best ass-licker in the world. Mmmm, ohhh, wow!"
From the way Mona was rotating her hips, Sheila guess that Brian's tongue was wiggling deep inside it. She'd never imagined such a thing, but there it was before her eyes. She longed to know what it felt like to have a tongue up the ass, and she wiggled her own ass, trying to imagine Brian's tongue inside her.
Tad tugged at the buttons of Mona's blouse, forcing them open with fumbling fingers. Mona lifted her arms, assisting Tad in stripping off her blouse. At last, she was as naked as the two lecherous young boys.
"Wow, tits!" Tad gasped. "Big juicy tits!" He leaned forward and went at her tits with an open mouth, sucking at her large pink nipples like a starving calf.
Mona moaned, wiggling her ass and twisting her head from side to side, letting the two brothers munch at her tits and asshole. Finally, she pushed Tad back down on the bed and gobbled up his jerking cock, first clamping her thick lips around the glossy purple head, then sinking her sucking mouth down over the smooth shaft until she'd swallowed six inches of prick. She gripped the silky -haired base of the boy's dick with one hand and toyed with his pink balls with the other. Her head moved up and down as she munched and licked the turgid boy-cock.
Brian beat his swollen dick as he twisted his face from side to side between Mona's meaty asscheeks. As he moved his hand up and down along the shaft, the meaty cock-head protruded outside his tightly clamped fist and bloated up glossy-purple, like a balloon about to explode. Suddenly Brian let go of his dick and jumped to his feet, his breath sucked in and his body stiff and tense. His cock jerked up and down spastically, and a strand of transparent pre-cum oozed from the tip and glided to the floor, whipped around like a lariat by the frantic jumping of his cock. As his cock calmed down, the boy let out his held breath.
"Don't stop now," Mona whined, her mouth half-stuffed with Tad's cock. "Eat my pussy, Brian," she said, spitting out Tad's dick.
"Eat your pussy nothing, baby!" Brian gasped. "I almost just came from eating out your asshole. I'm gonna put my dick up your pussy now, before I come. I'll eat it out some other time."
Tad arched his supple back and bucked his skinny hips, pounding his throbbing cockhead against Mona's lips. "Suck my pecker," he whined. "Don't stop now-keep sucking!"
Mona gobbled up Tad's prick again, and Tad let out a satisfied groan. Mona wiggled her ass at Brian as if enticing him to stick his dick inside her. The more wildly she waved her ass at the stud behind her, the faster she moved her head up and down over Tad's young pecker. Brian snorted like a young bull about to mount its mate, and Tad squealed with delight in response to Mona's sucking.
"Jesus Christ!" Brian gasped. "What an ass! What a cunt! Oh, fuck!" He jumped up behind her like a stallion mounting a mare and probed Mona's upturned cunt-lips with the turgid head of his gleaming cock. As he spread her pussy-lips apart with his thumbs, exposing the glistening pink cuntal tissues inside, Mona groaned as if she were going out of her mind.
"Oh, Brian, open me up and fuck me!"
Brian rested his bloated cock-head between her hairy lips and let her dripping pussy snap shut around it. "So slippery and hot!" he whispered. "Mmmmm, Mona, I'm gonna fuck you!" His lean-muscled asscheeks contracted violently, and he slipped his cock up her cunt to the hilt in one quick fuck-motion, letting out a long, guttural groan as he did so, and smacking Mona's upturned ass with his rock-hard lower belly.
Mona jibbered and groaned, wriggling her entire body as if she had lizards crawling up her ass, jerking her head up and down over Tad's stiff cock as if she were about to pull it out of his belly. Suddenly she choked, gurgling in her throat as if she were being drowned.
Tad hammered his dick in her mouth as if he had an electric wire up his ass. "Ohhh, ahhhh, oooooo," he moaned, "I'm coming! Christ, I'm coming! Yeahhhh!" The bed shook and creaked under him as he kicked his heels and jerked his loins, fucking his cum down Mona's throat.
Brian fucked Mona at high speed, as if Tad's moans had excited him so much that he wanted to shoot off simultaneously with his brother, fucking his own cum up Mona's cunt while his brother fucked a load down her throat. Mona's ass gyrated like a fan in response to Brian's quick-fucking dick. The sounds of munching and squishing and smacking filled the room. The three young teens were locked in a fuck-suck game which would have put porn-film stars to shame.
Within seconds, Brian jerked his brown-haired head backward and gasped: "Oh, Jesus Christ, Mona, I'm coming! Ohhhh, wowwww, I'm coming!" He jerked his loins like a jackrabbit, fucking his jizz-load up Mona's waiting cunt. "Fuck," he gibbered, almost crying, "feels so good! Oh, fuck!"
"Feels so good," Tad said, as if to confirm Brian's words.
Mona let out a high-pitched whimper. Her body trembled all over. She wriggled like a speared fish. "I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming!"
"Oh, fuck," Brian gasped, "her cunt feels like a hot, sucking mouth. Christ, what a nympho!"
Sheila went out of her mind with desire as she looked on. Her lust and frustration were at a new high. It seemed that after each new orgasm her cunt got hotter and sexier and more inflamed with lust, as if her orgasm increased rather than relieved her lust, as if her cunt was being consumed by hotter and hotter fires. Her lust was insatiable.
The three young teens writhed and spasmed before her burning eyes. She could make out every inch of their quivering, pleasure-filled flesh. She imagined Brian's thick cum-gobs pelting the walls of Mona's contracting cunt. She imagined the taste and feel of Tad's young jism sliding down her own throat instead of Mona's. She imagined Tad's cock bucking in her mouth, and Brian's jerking in her cunt. The pungent scents of teen pussy and adolescent cum smoked through the keyhole and dilated her nostrils.
Sheila had four fingers up her cunt now. She wished she could shove her whole hand up her pussy and crush out the burning, itching sensations which had her on the brink of screaming.
Brian fell forward over Mona, turning his skinny ass up and revealing his moist, pink asshole which glistened in the light like a succulent oyster. Sheila was overcome by the desire to taste it. How she wanted to plunge her face between his asscheeks and suck at the puckered hole! How she wanted to shove her tongue up it and taste the inside of his body! How she wanted to nuzzle and lick the pink balls which dangled between his legs!
She couldn't bear the frustration another moment. Before she realized what had happened she was flying through the door and standing in the center of the boys room. The smell of pussy and cock and cum were overpowering, enough to make her dizzy. She thought she was going to pass out.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brian popped his dick out of Mona's cunt with such force that it sounded as if a champagne bottle were being uncorked. He leapt backward off the bed and pirouetted like a quick-drawing gunfighter, his man-sized pecker pointing straight at Sheila like a gleaming pistol barrel. His mouth hung open, and his eyes had the look of a man on the edge of sudden death.
As Brian yanked his dick out of Mona's tight cunt, she shrieked as if she'd been stabbed, then spun around and collapsed on the bed beside Tad, Tad's heavy, spent dick flopping out of her mouth and toppling against his hard belly with a slap. Tad popped up like a jack-in-the-box, his face set in a silly, half-shocked, half-defiant smirk.
Sheila stared at the three of them with as much stunned bewilderment as they seemed to exhibit. Her hot body flashed with sudden coolness, as if she'd just climbed out of a warm bed and stepped into a chilly room. As fast as the coolness hit her, the heat came on again, and she realized that she was sweating from head to toe, and that her mouth was moving as if she wre trying to speak. But no sound came out of her mouth, and her mind was blank. She hadn't the faintest notion of what she was trying to say.
Brian's half-hard dick, dripping with Mona's cunt-juice, twitched up and down just a few feet away from her. The clump of curly blond hair sprouting around the base of it seemed to move like grasses tickled by a breeze. A drop of cum glistened at the tip of the purple cock-head, cradled between the lips of the half-open piss-slit. And only a few feet farther away and to the left, Tad's teenage dick, like a twin replica of his brother's knocked against his hairless navel, the turgid cock still slick and glossy with Mona's spit.
Sheila stared at both cocks like a little kid staring into the window of a candy store. Her mouth watered and her cunt drooled. A drop of sweat dripped from the tip of her nose. She realized she was trembling all over...." a little fun. You know-just a little fun. That's all." Brian's words cut suddenly into Sheila's consciousness. He stood before her flushing, and forced a giggle. His brown eyes shifted behind his forelocks as if playing hide-and-seek.
"Yeah!" Tad broke in, in a stronger, almost defiant voice. "We were just having some fun. Our mom and dad don't care."
Tad's ludicrous remark was just what Sheila needed to break the strange spell which had been holding her powerless either to move or to speak. She laughed out loud, and her laugh had the same defiant tone as Tad's words. The laugh was like a strong shaft of sunlight on a thin sheet of pond ice. Her strength returned to her like creek water bubbling from under the ice at the beginning of the spring thaw. "I'll just bet they don't care," she said with perfect control of her voice.
"Honest, they don't," Tad said, sounding a little less sure of himself.
"You're not gonna say nothing to our mom and dad-are you Miss Moore?" Brian asked weakly.
Before Sheila could answer, Mona threw her hands over her eyes as if in the throes of despair, and wailed: "Oh, God, they forced me to do it! They dragged me in here and they-they-oh, it's too terrible to even say the word!" With a sudden dramatic gesture, as if she'd rehearsed it countless times, she nabbed a pillow from behind her and crushed it to her bouncing tits as if trying to hide her nakedness, then buried her face in it, sobbing as if somebody dear to her had just died.
"Lying bitch!" Tad snarled, yanking a handful of her long, nearly black hair.
Mona screamed as if she were being sliced w up by knives.
"Stop it!" Sheila shouted at Tad.
Tad managed to get in one last quick tug before releasing her hair. "She's a liar," he said. "She just loves to get fucked, and she loves to suck cock, too."
"Shut up, brat," Brian said, shaking his head as if resigned to defeat. "You're not helping anything."
"Shut up yourself, ass-licker!" Tad said.
"They raped me!" Mona wailed, flashing her red face up out of the pillow for a moment. "Oh, God, they raped me!" She plunged her face back into the pillow.
"Silence!" Sheila snapped, having had enough of all this nonsense. The strength and command of her voice surprised her, gave her a kind of power-thrill.
In an instant the room was heavy with dead silence.
"Young lady," Sheila said, "you will get dressed and leave this house immediately. And, I don't want to hear another word about rape."
Mona was on her feet and pulling on her clothes before the last words were out of Sheila's mouth. She dressed without looking up, then walked toward the door.
Sheila grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around. "You may leave by the same way you came in," Sheila said, pointing toward the window.
"Sure," Mona said, tossing her hair impudently. "That's the way I was going anyway." She marched coolly to the window and crawled out face-first, giving her ass a wicked wiggle before pulling it through the opening. "Old bitch!" she shouted as she dove into the darkness outside. Then, with a triumphant, smart-assed laugh, she ran away into the night.
"She didn't mean it," Brian said to Sheila.
"She did so," Tad said.
"Will you just shut up!" Brian snapped at him.
' 'Cock-sucker!" Tad taunted.
"Silence!" Sheila cried. "I've had enough of this bickering."
"Yes, ma'am," Brian said, dropping his eyes to the floor as if contrite.
Sheila followed his eyes toward the floor, but her own eyes were distracted at the level of his groin. She was astounded. Brian's monstrous boy-cock, that hunk of overgrown, turgid sex-flesh, had dwindled like a deflated balloon. Instead of the proud, fierce-looking billy club which had nearly split Mona in half, Brian's dick was now a limp, weak-looking little hot dog. Then she remembered the miraculous transformations Timmy's cock had made before her eyes. She was fascinated.
She shot a glance at Tad, wondering what had happened to his shameless boy-pecker. Nothing new had happened. Tad's dick still pointed straight up in the air, beating against the tight skin of his belly like a drumstick. His smooth, egg-shaped young nuts rolled below the base of his dick, suspended in their tight-drawn sac. When Tad noticed Sheila inspecting his balls, he leaned back on the pillow and spread his legs apart as wide as a cheerleader doing splits, leering at her and licking his lips as if daring her to continue looking at him without losing control of herself.
The absolute nerve of that young cub! Sheila thought, for a moment trying to resist his seduction of her. But she knew it was hopeless. She stared at the twitching boy-cock as if it were the face of Medusa. She studied it, taking in every luscious detail, feeling her cunt throb to each jerk it made. Her mouth watered. She longed to suck it into her mouth just as Mona had sucked it.
Up and down the boy-cock twitched, first with a steady rhythm, then with forceful, sudden jumps. It leapt like a young boy springing from a diving board. It stood straight up out of Tad's lean brown loins and quivered like an arrow suddenly hitting its mark in a tree trunk. The blue veins wrapped around the polished shaft bulged, and the meaty head defined itself like a thick red mushroom. The young pecker squirmed and throbbed in midair, balancing a silver pearl of pre-cum on its tip for a moment, then flicking it off against Tad's belly.
Sheila watched the naked boy-cock dancing before her as if she were entranced. She sensed her conscious mind drifting away. She sensed the hypnotic powers of the dancing prick, aware that the lecherous pup on the bed was intentionally trying to bewitch her with his seven-inch cock. She sensed all self-control drifting away, aware that within seconds she'd be irrevocably lost, totally under the spell of the teenage urchin. But she resisted not in the least. She felt a strange, almost perverse thrill at letting herself go, as if she were about to ingest a mind-bending drug.
Tad grinned at her wickedly, like a young demon, his eyes glowing with yellow-brown fire, gleaming like phosphorescent stones. His teeth flashed at her like white daggers between his pink lips. The boy knew he had her-Sheila could sense it.
"Wanna taste my pecker, Miss Moore?" Tad said, seductively wiggling his dick with the strength of his loins alone, waving it at her as if he were gripping its base between his thumb and fingers. He licked his lips. "It tastes real good-you know-real sweet. I know how it tastes because I can taste it any time I want. Watch this!" He said these last words as if boasting.
"Christ, stop it," Brian said. "We're in enough trouble already. You just don't know when to quit."
Tad kicked his legs high in the air and balanced on his shoulders, supported by his hands against his hips, his elbows braced against the mattress. "Ah, go shove your head up your ass," Tad said, disregarding his brother. Then he lowered his knees down past his ears and curled his body into a naked brown ball, looking as if he might just shove his own head up his own ass.
Brian made a move toward him.
"Let him be," Sheila said, grabbing Brian's arm. Nothing was going to prevent her from watching this fascinating show. Her pussy hummed with satisfying excitement. Warm cunt-juice trickled down her legs.
Tad's asscheeks blossomed before her eyes like twin honeydew melons. His moist, puckered asshole glistened between the spread cheeks like a dew-drenched pink daisy. Sheila wrapped her right hand around her left wrist as if to restrain herself from attacking the boy. Her mouth bubbled with saliva, and she had to continually swallow to prevent herself from drooling. Her desire to stick her nose between the boy's asscheeks and suck at his succulent asshole was unbearable.
Brian looked back and forth between Sheila and his brother with an expression of puzzlement which slowly changed to a knowing smile. He moved close to Sheila, and his dick flipped up in the air and beat against her hip. Even through her skirt she could feel the heat and hardness of the swollen stud-cock.
Tad curled up until the spines of his vertebrae formed a bony crescent poking up under the brown skin of his back. Sheila leaned forward in order to get a good look at his face. His straight dick, pointing downward, prodded his parted lips as if the boy were teasing himself. The purplish-pink color of his sensuous lips matched the color of his bloated dick-head. His tongue suddenly darted from his mouth and licked off a pearl of pre-cum which was oozing from the tip of his cock. The boy greedily sucked down the dewy droplet, then shot his tongue from his mouth once more and twirled it around his glossy cock-head as if he were polishing it.
His gleaming brown eyes rolled toward Sheila. "OK," he gasped, "watch close now!" His eyes rolled back toward his cock, crossing above his pug nose as if with intense concentration. Thousands of minute droplets of sweat sparkled on the brown, freckled skin of his face. His mouth opened wide. His body curled even farther. Three-quarters of his swollen dick slid into his mouth, and he clamped his jaws shut around it.
"Good Lord!" Sheila said, the words escaping her lips involuntarily. "Good Lord, I don't believe it!"
Tad giggled in his cock-stuffed throat. Sheila's words seemed to ignite a sparkler in his loins. He wiggled his ass, and munched at his dick as if it were a lollipop, grunting as he sucked, and smacking his lips so loudly that Sheila sensed he was overdoing the dick-eating for her benefit. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," he moaned. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmm!"
Sheila straightened herself. Tad's pink asshole opened and closed like a baby's mouth as he fucked his own throat. She could easily have shoved a finger inside him and pulled it out again in the time the asshole dilated and constricted again. Sheila couldn't stand it a second longer. She kneeled on the bed behind the boy and grasped his hips, feasting her eyes on the luscious flesh between his spread cheeks as if it were the ripe flesh of an open melon. Then she lowered her face to take her first taste of ass. It was the first time she'd tasted another body since the time she'd sucked at her mother's breasts as an infant. The taste, the smell, the touch made her nearly faint.
"Jesus Christ!" Brian muttered behind her. "Will you look at that?"
Tad's ass had a salty-sweet, sweaty taste. It smelled fertile, like country air. As the puckered hole opened, Sheila gingerly slipped her tongue inside. The inside of the boy's body was hot, and his muscular hole closed around her tongue like firm, soft lips and held it tightly. Tad's heartbeat pulsed inside his ass, and Sheila's clit twitched in response to each flutter of his arteries.
"Mmmm, wow, yeahhhh!" Tad muttered between slurps at his own dick. "Eat out my ass! Suck out my hole!"
Brian wiggled up behind Sheila and wrapped his arms around her, filling his hands with her tits. "Holy shit!" he whispered. "She's so fucking hot! Goddamn!"
Delicious thrills spiralled through Sheila's tits and cunt simultaneously. The sweaty young stud behind her was holding her as if he were going to ravish her, and her tongue was buried inside the body of the young boy her own arms were wrapped around. She'd never in her life dreamed anything could feel so good. Her tits and toes, her nose, even her ears throbbed with the same feelings as were streaming through her pussy. She forced her squirming tongue up Tad's asshole until her jaws ached. The boy yelped with surprise, then rotated his ass as if he had a motor in it.
"Feels so good," Tad mumbled.
"What a set of knockers!" Brian muttered, kneading her tits like lumps of bread dough.
Tad's naked back pressed against Sheila's thighs, his flesh hot and sweaty, as if he'd just come out of a sauna. Brian's rampant dick stabbed at her ass through her skirt. Sheila imagined the tip of her tongue flickering deep in Tad's loins at the level of his navel. "Mmmm, oh, ah, mmmm!" she moaned. The tastes, the smells, the sounds, the sensations were too good to be true. She wiggled her ass at Brian's dick, desperate to be fucked. She knew the boy would get the message without her saying a word.
As if by ESP, Brian responded, throwing up her skirt and sliding down behind her. He hooked his firm, hot fingers under the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. A blast of cool air coiled about Sheila's naked ass. Her panties flopped against her calves like a sopping warm rag. Pussy-juice streamed down the insides of her thighs.
"Jesus Christ!" Brian gasped, slipping the tips of his fingers up and down the lubricated thigh-flesh. "Juicy! Cunt-juice running like a river!" He smacked his lips. "Mmmm, mmmm, I bet it's sweet as honey, too." He dipped his silky-haired head between her legs and lapped the sex-drool from her trembling inner thighs. His tongue was warm and electric, making Sheila flush from head to toe with goose bumps. Her pussy gushed.
She slipped her tongue out of Tad's asshole. "Eat me, Brian!" she gasped. "Eat my pussy! Lick out my asshole! Chew on my crotch! Oh, quick, before I die!" She plunged her tongue up Tad's ass again, and the cock-sucking boy cooed. My Lord! she thought as she lost herself in ass-eating again-had she really cried out those words? Those were words she had never uttered in her entire life. Those were words she had never even thought in her mind. And yet, she had spoken them as if she used them everyday. What would this lust she was powerless against cause her to do next?
"Christ, yes!" Brian answered in response to her pleadings. "Let me at that pussy! Let me at that juicy ass!" His smooth, hot face slid up between her thighs until his nose nestled between her dripping pussy-lips.
The feel of Brian's nose against her burning cuntal tissues sent an electric thrill through Sheila's loins. She instinctively turned up her ass, arching her back in a deep curve, presenting the horny teen stud with a good view of her ass and pussy, and the perfect angle for sucking and licking. As she forced her ass high in the air, she had the feeling that she'd been doing this all her life, that her body instinctively knew all there was to know about sex. She felt as if she were doing something as natural as eating or sleeping or shitting or breathing.
Brian worked his nose up and down between her quivering pussy-lips. He squeezed her asscheeks in his muscular hands and forced them wide apart, as if trying to turn both her asshole and pussy inside out. "Yummy!" he said. "Pink and wet, like sticky candy. Oh, wow!" He mashed his face between her spread asscheeks, forcing his nose up her asshole and, at the same time, drilling his eel-like tongue up her cunt and sinking his teeth into her furry pussy-lips.
The sensations in Sheila's loins reached a peak. She nearly came. Had Brian not paused for the split second it took for the mounting feelings to recede to a safe level, Sheila would have drowned him with a gush of pussy-juice.
Brian began sucking. Sheila wiggled her ass like a crazed nymphomaniac. She whinnied and cooed, her body receiving stimulation from all sides. She chewed at Tad's throbbing asshole, which responded by sucking at her tongue like a hungry mouth. She breathed the fragrant scent of Tad's pubescent ass and balls, her nose mashed against his perineum, her arms wrapped around his round ass.
Tad's cock-stuffed, blood-engorged face was a beautiful sight below her eyes. She watched entranced as his hungry lips tugged at the shaft of his throbbing cock, as his flushed cheeks billowed and dimpled rhythmically as he sucked, as his glazed brown eyes rolled back into his head until only the whites showed. The boy was the epitome of the lusting young demon. Every feature of his face, every sound and movement of his body, indicated the lust and pleasure he was feeling, indicated the total surrender of his teenage body and soul to the ecstasies of the flesh. Sheila had only once before seen that look of total surrender to lust on a boy's face. Just last night she had seen Timmy look the same way, and for a moment she imagined that Tad and Timmy were one and the same boy.
As Brian ate out Sheila's ass and pussy, he forced her legs together, squeezing her thighs around his hot, slick dick. In and out his throbbing prick slid between her clamped thighs, sending shivers of excitement up and down Sheila's legs. The cock was silky-smooth and hot, and Sheila cooed with love for it.
Brian groaned as he munched at her upturned ass and pussy. He drilled his wet tongue in and out of her cunt. He chewed at her fat, drooling pussy-lips. He licked up and down her asscrack with long swipes of his tongue. He turned his hot face from side to side between her asscheeks as if trying to baste it in her bubbling sex-juices. He nibbled at her clit, which quivered in response to his mouth like a tiny drill bit.
"Mmmm, fuck, tastes so good," Brian muttered into her ass. "Such a juicy ass! Such a candy cunt!" His throbbing dick pumped between Sheila's thighs like a greased nightstick, slick with the pre-cum bubbling out of it like oil from a tube. "Jesus Christ," he moaned, "I can't stand it. Oh, man, I'm coming! Christ, I'm coming!"
His dick swelled up like a hot balloon. His flat, hard belly whacked against the backs of Sheila's thighs as he pumped. A scalding shower of adolescent jism exploded from the tip of his volcanic prick and splatted against Tad's back, rolling down like lava between Tad's flesh and Sheila's thighs pressed against his back.
Sheila's thighs squirmed against each other and against Tad, greased with Brian's cum. She imagined herself swimming in Brian's jism, and the thought renewed the lust in her cunt, which contracted hard around Brian's orgasmically twitching tongue. As Brian whimpered, pumping another load of hot jism against his brother's naked back, Sheila sensed the sensations in her loins mounting to the point of no return. She almost laughed with giddy delight, ready to writhe with the hot pleasure she'd felt for the first time only twenty-four hours ago, and was already addicted to as if she'd been giving herself to it all her life.
At that moment, Tad's ass chewed at her tongue as if it wanted to bite it off. Something swelled up inside his asshole, something plum-like, something which inflated and deflated like a bellows. Tad choked and gagged, whimpering, blasting the cum from his own loins down his throat, munching at his own spastically throbbing cock, his baby-smooth asscheeks quivering against Sheila's cheeks like a pair of mating love birds.
The electric waves jolting the flesh of Brian behind her and Tad below her streamed into Sheila's body like water through a sieve. They joined with the sensations peaking in her own loins, and her body convulsed with orgasm. "Oh, Lord, God, help me!" she wailed, jerking her head back involuntarily. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh!" She dropped her twitching face between Tad's asscheeks once more and darted her tongue in and out of his dilating asshole.
Tad and Brian continued to grunt and whimper as they pumped out the last of their jism. Sheila felt her body fuse with the bodies of the two boys, their orgasmic flesh joined in one naked, spasming mass. The intensity of her orgasm was greater than any she had felt yet.
With their orgasms finally over, Sheila and the two boys broke apart and fell panting side by side.
"Wow!" Brian gasped. "That felt super! My dick really shot."
"Yeah," Tad said. "Really super."
Sheila sighed with bliss, feeling completely relaxed and satisfied. She couldn't believe anything could ever disturb this feeling of contentment.
"Tad's a cock-sucker!" a voice screeched through the open window.
Sheila screamed, almost vomiting up her heart. Tad and Brian leapt a foot straight up in the air.
"Brian and Old Lady Moore are ass-lickers!" the voice screeched.
"Mona!" Tad shouted, rolling off the bed. "Window peeker!" He ran toward the window.
"Fuckers!" Mona yelled, running away. "Cock-sucker!" Tad screamed after her. "Fuck your window-peeking cunt!"
"Come back here," Sheila yelled at Tad.
"And don't shout like that. All the neighbors will hear." Sheila was convinced the boy had absolutely no sense of shame.
Tad swaggered back over to the bed, his heavy, half-hard boy-cock wagging like a floppy tail. "Fuck the neighbors," he said with a devil-may-care grin, flipping the window behind him his brown middle finger. He stood just a foot from Sheila, where she sat at the edge of the bed, her panties still wrapped around her knees. He grabbed his cock and waved it just inches from her nose. "It tastes really good," he teased, "and the cum is real sweet. Wanna taste it? Wanna fuck it?"
Brian draped his muscular young arm around Sheila's shoulder, buddy-style. The masculine scent of his armpit dilated her nostrils as if by reflex action. "Tad just won't quit," he half-whispered into Sheila's ear, breathing heavily as if on purpose. "All he cares about is shooting his jism. He'll do anything, anytime to get his rocks off."
"Damn right!" Tad said, stroking his hardening pecker. "I love to come." He held his cock-head just an inch from Sheila's nose.
She could smell it, could feel its heat, could sense the electric tingles pulsing through it. Sheila closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Tad's glowing, glossy cock-head. The feel of it was more beautiful than she had imagined. She kissed it reverently, as if it were a jewel in the blessed ring of a prince.
"Suck it!" Tad hissed. "Oh, man, suck it!"
Suddenly Brian hooked her neck and jerked her head down in his lap, where his own cock, standing straight up in the air, twitched just inches from her nose. "Suck mine first," he said. "Mine's sweeter."
Instantly, she kissed the purple cock-head, and the turgid dick jerked with excitement. She opened her mouth, ready to receive the succulent teenage pecker.
"That's not fair," Tad cried. "That's not...."
The unmistakable slamming-shut of a car door echoed in through the window. Mr. and Mrs. Mendel!
"Shit! They're home,'-A-Tad whispered.
"Jesus Christ!" Brian said, pushing Sheila away.
Sheila exited the room as fast as she had entered it. Suddenly she found herself stumbling down the hallway, trying to yank her wet panties up under her skirt. She had the feeling that she was waking up from a dream.
CHAPTER FIVE
The clock now said eleven-forty-five as Sheila craned her neck to look up at it where it hung against the gray, concrete-block wall behind her desk in the library's information section. This was Sheila's hundredth look at the clock at least. She had never had such an endless and jittery morning. She waited for the noon lunch break with the hope that, during it, maybe she could calm her nerves.
She'd have a long, leisurely lunch of perhaps some fruit, with bread and butter, and, for dessert, a glass of warm milk. If the warm milk didn't settle her nerves nothing would. Milk was her magic drug at night when she couldn't sleep, and it hadn't failed her yet. She was hoping that the warm milk at noon would soothe her jitters enough to allow her to function as the professional librarian she was.
She surely hadn't functioned very professionally this morning. Her mind had been a jumble of wild images-visions which flashed before her eyes like quick scenes on a movie screen. One moment she envisioned Brian and Tad, their naked brown bodies, their big hard cocks. Again and again they waved their succulent dicks just inches from her nose, tantalizing her, making her pussy drool, begging her to suck them. The next moment Timmy's hairless dick was twitching at her, then Rodney's gleaming monster, plunging in and out of Mona's wriggling loins. All Sheila saw was cock and more cock, and her saliva flowed.
She had come so close last night, so close to tasting the succulent dicks of the two brothers, and she hadn't had a moment of peace since. She wondered whether she'd ever have any peace again. She was beginning to realize why her father had always called lust "the demon lust." The hold lust had taken over her own mind and senses was demonic, and now she was lost, obsessed with cocks and jism and those salty feelings in her pussy. And, the most demonic part of it was that the sensation of being lost, of being obsessed was perversely pleasurable, delightful in all its aching frustration. She loved it as much as she hated it.
She took a strange thrill at the thought of herself being fired, thrown out into the world for her inability to keep her mind on her job. What would she do then? She smiled. Become a full-time babysitter, of course. She'd run another ad: "Experienced Female Babysitter Will Take Care of Your Boy!" She wondered whether the ad sounded too suggestive.
She glanced up at the clock again. Three whole minutes had passed! She was sure she'd grow old and die at that desk before lunch hour came. Well, at least if it did ever get here, she'd be able to go out exactly at noon. She was so glad she didn't have to work lunch hour today and go to lunch at one. There was no way she'd have been able to handle the noon-to-one shift today.
The library staff was cut exactly in half for that hour, and things always got hectic. Even though some services were curtailed during the hour, such as requests for materials from the basement stacks, or the xeroxing service, there was still a critical lack of personnel. Today, without a doubt, Sheila wouldn't have been able to make it through noon-hour. She'd barely made it through the morning, and the morning had been lighter than usual in its demands on her energy and concentration.
She glanced at the clock again: Eleven-forty-nine. Somebody was surely playing tricks on her. Time just couldn't pass that slowly, and she was getting panicky. Now, aside from the jitters, aside from the thousand images of adolescent cocks twitching endlessly before her eyes, she was about to wet her pants. Her bladder was bursting. She just couldn't wait a second longer.
She turned to Dolores, who had been on the phone for what seemed like an hour. "Can you handle the desk alone for a few minutes? I'd like to use the ladies room."
Dolores nodded, and a moment later Sheila was pissing a hot stream into the toilet. "Lord, that feels good!" she muttered as the pent-up golden liquid shot out from between her pussylips. She held the fur-lined lips apart with her fingers and gave the piss free-flow.
As the last warm drops tinkled into the toilet, Sheila slouched back against the wall behind her, sighing with relief. The cool air licked the exposed wet meat of her still-spread cunt, and she shivered with goose bumps. Her cunt had become supersensitive these last few days, and the least thing-even the clammy air of the ladies room-was enough to set it on fire. Sheila's immediate urge was to shove her finger up her cunt and jack herself off, but she fought it with all her strength, letting the tight, elastic lips snap back shut, and forcing herself to her feet. She had to get out of there fast, before she lost all control! There was no telling what might happen once the feelings got the better of her-she might fingerfuck the entire day away, losing her job in the process.
She studied her face in the mirror as she washed her hands. Looking for telltale signs of lust on her face had become her habit these last days. She still half-expected to see the letter
"A" branded in her forehead. But, much to her puzzlement and delight, she seemed to be looking younger, fresher, more alive-and more beautiful than she had ever seen herself. She'd always had such a pale complexion, a church-spinster complexion, but the experiences of the last few days had worked a makeup job on her face, giving her cheeks a rosy, healthy glow. She wondered whether she was just imagining these things, or whether others could see the change in her looks, too.
She turned to view herself in profile. She hadn't worn a bra today, but her tits still stood up, high and shapely. Brian's flattering words about her tits had come to her this morning as she got dressed, and she'd decided to go braless. She wondered whether any of the library staff had noticed her tits jiggling when she walked. She smiled. They bounced and jiggled, but they didn't sag. The thought of her big, firm, ripe tits made her whistle as she stepped out of the John.
Behind the desk Dolores was still on the phone, and the clock read eleven-fifty-three. The new requests for reserve books lay on Sheila's desk waiting to be typed up. As Sheila looked down at them, Tad's ecstatic face as he climaxed flashed before her eyes. The vision passed, and the reserve requests still lay there, but Sheila just looked at them as if they were foreign objects. They were laughable, meaningless! Why waste her time with them? That look of ecstasy on Tad's face, those feelings of ecstasy in her own cunt, those big horny cocks just waiting to be sucked, just waiting to enter her body and squirm deep inside her belly-those were the things that really mattered. How could she waste her time now typing up these silly reserve requests?
"Five more minutes," Dolores said, having finally hung up the phone. "I'm starving. God, it's been a long morning!"
Sheila nodded, wondering if Dolores could somehow sense what was going in her head, or whether Dolores had noticed that she was out of it today.
"Is anything wrong?" Dolores asked. "Do you have a hangover or something? You don't seem yourself today."
She had noticed. Sheila forced a giggle and shrugged. "I don't drink," she said. "I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night."
"Hmmm, sounds like boy troubles," Dolores said. "I can always tell these things."
Sheila felt uneasy. "Something like that," she said.
"You're blushing," Dolores teased. "Must have been some pleasant trouble." She winked. "You wouldn't care to give me the lurid details? I just love details, and I'm a great listener."
"Well," Sheila said, trying to think of what to say without arousing Dolores' curiosity further.
But Dolores was no longer looking at her. She was waving to somebody, her eyes having lit-up like light bulbs. "Bert!" she said, she looked back at Sheila. "Would you hold the fort for me these last few minutes while I step out to lunch with my man?"
"My pleasure," Sheila answered, relieved to be rid of her.
The clock read three minutes to twelve, and the second hand was moving. The final countdown had begun. Sheila thought about fruit and bread and butter and warm milk. As she thought of warm milk, the air in front of her was filled with milky fireworks. First she envisioned Timmy blasting his jism from his hairless teenage cock. She could still hear it splatting against the door. Then brown-haired Brian appeared, shooting thick wads of whitish jism against the mirror, where it eased down the glass in slow-moving gobs.
"Hot Rod Magazine!" The words jumped at her and hit her over the head. Sheila gazed into the fiery green eyes of the young man who suddenly faced her across the desk. "All the issues from year before last," the boy said. "I need 'em all if you got 'em."
The boy was seventeen or eighteen, long-haired, and naked from the waist up. The sight of his nakedness gave Sheila the initial impression that she was confronting a jungle savage. The youth flashed her a smile, a grimacing smile that made his blazing white teeth look like the fangs of a panther. His naked torso had a sleek muscularity and suppleness, which, added to his shoulder-length hair, shiny black and straight, made him look even more panther-like.
The boy was glazed with sweat as if he'd just been exercising, and the musky, masculine aroma of his body dilated Sheila's nostrils and expanded her lungs. The boy flicked a drop of sweat from the end of his nose with a muscular, grease-grimy hand, and Sheila immediately took the youth for a mechanic. That's why he looked somehow so familiar-young mechanics all tended to look alike to her, just as mailmen all seemed to look alike. She wondered whether all librarians looked alike to the boy.
"Hot Rod Magazine?" the boy repeated. "Do you have it?"
"We sure do," Sheila said, feeling giddy in the presence of the handsome youth. "But the issues you want are kept downstairs in the stacks, and they're closed from twelve to one. Could you possibly wait, or come back at one?
The stacks people will be back by then."
"Damn! Just my luck!" the boy said. "I've gotta be back in school by one." He looked up at the clock. "It's just one minute to twelve," he said, giving Sheila a smile which gave her goose bumps.
"Maybe we can still catch them, then," she said, pressing the intercom button and calling down. "Sorry," she said. "It seems they've already gone to lunch."
"Just my luck!" the boy said again, stretching his arms overhead and cracking his knuckles as if to relieve frustration.
The scent of his adolescent armpits wafted like a sweet breeze across Sheila's face. Her nostrils flared, and she trembled. Lord, what was happening to her? She had never reacted like this in her life-at least, not until yesterday. Now, every time a young man came near her, all these strange lustful sensations immediately arose in her flesh, and she began losing control, not only of her physical behavior, but of her thoughts and feelings as well.
She struggled to pull herself together. "Tell you what," she said, her voice sounding strange, as if it belonged to somebody else. "I'll go down and get the magazines myself, if you'll come along with me and carry them up."
"Great!" the boy said, giving her a smile which made her want to kiss him.
What Sheila was doing was against library policy. Library patrons were not allowed in the basement stacks for any reason. But, Sheila rationalized, this was sort of an emergency, and, besides, who would know? Nobody would be down there for another hour, and they'd get the magazines and be out of there in five minutes.
Sheila was excited. After all, there was some danger. What they were about to do was forbidden! Sheila wondered whether her excitement at breaking the library rules was connected to her excitement at breaking the rules her father had laid down for her. But the real excitement, she felt, came from the presence of the young man, in whose radiance she was basking as if he were the sun itself.
To avoid any unnecessary risks, they rode down in the freight elevator. Locked alone with the sweaty youth in the close, slowly descending box, Sheila felt herself melting with happiness. She had to fight her desire to throw herself at the boy, her desire to wrap her arms around his sinewy loins and lap at his golden belly. He was so sexy she could hardly stand it.
He wore nothing but a pair of threadbare, faded jeans. His feet were naked, and his toes spread apart wide. He obviously went barefooted a lot, judging by the shape and size of his feet. His tight jeans rode so low on his hips that a few curls of black pubic hair escaped from under the waistband, and a thin, perfectly straight line of dark belly-hair stretched from his navel to the escaped curls. He was Michaelangelo's David come to life, and he was all Sheila's, sharing a cozy little portion of the universe with her, and her alone.
"Do you go to school dressed like that?" Sheila asked, to break the silence. She wondered whether the boy could hear the uncontrolled hammering of her heart.
"Naw," he said. "Wish I could, though. You know how it is-no shoes, no shirt, no service. Shit, it's such a damn blasted hot day out there I don't know how I'll make it through the afternoon. That old school's like a stuffy attic."
"They tell me they've never run the air-conditioning in this building so early in the year," Sheila said. "I've only been here since January," she added, hoping the boy would pursue this last line of hers.
"Yeah?" the boy said. "Where were you before January?"
Unbelievable! The boy was interested! "College," she answered. "Graduate school."
The boy smiled as if pleased. "A college girl, eh? I've got this thing for college girls."
"This thing?" Sheila asked, just as the elevator door opened.
He winked at her. "Aw, you know-you know what I mean." He looked away from her, out into the silent stacks.
Sheila took this opportunity to inspect the boy's crotch, and the moment her eyes reached it she nearly fell over. His dick stuck boldly down the right leg of his jeans, looking like a steel pipe-a gigantic steel pipe at least ten inches long! The mushroom-shaped head throbbed like a heart under the cellophane-thin denim, and even the bulging veins along the shaft were visible. And, down the left leg of his jeans, the boy's plump nuts bulged like a set of spongy ping-pong balls.
Sheila forced herself out of the elevator and charged into the dark coolness of the stacks. She was on fire. Her soul was drowning in lust. She fought for control.
"Let's see, let's see. Hot Rod, Hot Rod," she repeated over and over as she led the boy up and down the rows of ceiling-high bookshelves. She sounded like a senile old woman, but she couldn't think about that now. All she wanted to do was to find those magazines and get out of there before she lost control.
"Here they are! Here they are!" she said excitedly, pulling down a stack of magazines from a shelf above her. She shoved the whole pile into the boy's arms, then pulled down another load. "Over to the table now. "We'll sort them there."
A wooden table sat in the center of a small room just off the main stack area. Sheila shoved aside a stack of newspapers in the center of the table and plopped the magazines in their place. The boy followed her example. Immediately, without looking up at the boy, she began poring through the magazines, quickly scanning the covers, and setting aside the issues the boy was after.
As she tried to concentrate on the task before her, Sheila was aware of the perfect stillness of the room, and, in contrast to it, her heart sounding like a drum. The boy's breaths were deep and heavy, his lungs like a bellows, and the scent of his sweat perfumed the air in the small room just as it had in the elevator-an intoxicating natural cologne.
Sheila fumbled with the magazines, which became like the stuck-together pages of a book in her fidgeting hands. A magazine fell to the floor, but when she stooped to pick it up, the boy had already nabbed it with his deft toes. He shoved it in her hands with a laugh.
"Thank you," Sheila muttered. "Clumsy me!"
"Don't hurry on my account," the boy said. "I mean, I got plenty of time." He laid his hand on her shoulder.
The boy's hand was warm, moist and heavy, like Brian's hands on her shoulders when he kissed her. She felt her flesh and bone turning to jelly under his touch.
"I guess you're a mechanic," Sheila said, talking to distract herself from the lustful feelings trying to gain control of her, talking as if to prevent herself from drifting into a trance.
"Not really," the boy answered, "I just like pictures of souped-up cars." He squeezed her shoulder. "I mean, I got this thing for souped-up cars almost as bad as this thing for chicks."
Sheila tried to force out her best public relations laugh, but all that came out was a weak titter. She ignored his statement. "All we need yet is the June issue." She flipped through the magazines frantically, accidentally knocking a few on the floor. "It must be here somewhere, unless somebody else is borrowing it. Oh, I hope not!"
The boy laughed. "No big deal. Really, it's no big deal. By the way, what's your name?"
"Miss Moore," Sheila muttered, going frantically through the magazines for the third time.
"I mean your first name."
Oh, my! she thought. Now he wanted her name. She had a sudden fear that giving it to him would be like squandering the last of her self-control. He would likely repeat her name as she gave it to him-and that would be it! It would be as if he were calling her into his arms.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" he asked. "No," Sheila said, smiling weakly. "You'll have to guess it. You have three guesses." The boy smiled. "Marilyn?" Sheila nodded.
"Mona!" The boy said it with conviction.
Sheila nodded again, but a chill ran up her spine. Mona wasn't the most common name in the world and there couldn't be too many Monas in town. Also, she didn't like the strange glint of his green eyes as he had said the name. "One more guess," she said.
"Hmmm, let me see." The boy rubbed her shoulder as if he were polishing a good-luck charm. He stared directly into her eyes as if he were trying to read her mind. "It wouldn't be Shei-la?" He said her name slowly, one syllable at a time, as if savoring it before he swallowed it. Then he grinned triumphantly.
Sheila flashed with goose bumps from head to toe, a combination of fear and delight chilling her. She couldn't say a word. She was surely dreaming. She had to be. But she realized now that she'd seen the boy's face somewhere before-the features were too familiar. It was in a dream that she had seen that face, and it was as if in a dream now that she was seeing it again.
"Don't fall over, beautiful," the boy said. "I know a lot more about you than your name." He caressed her cheek. "I mean, I know what you like to do with guys." His hand was hot and moist, penetrating her very bone.
"How do you know?" Sheila managed to whisper.
"My latest chick is a nosy little black-haired cunt, and she tells me everything. I know all about you, beautiful!" He wrapped his arms around her and nibbled her neck like a gentle vampire.
Sheila went limp, like a virgin maid in the arms of a barbarian lord. She trembled. "Who?" she squeaked.
"You don't know?" He kissed her. "Mona!" He nibbled her ears. "Mona-the little nympho with the wildest ass in town." He wrapped her hair around his hands and kissed her hard on the lips.
Everything fell into place: Mona under the bridge. Mona in Brian and Tad's bedroom. The moonlit features of the stud under the bridge. She hadn't dreamed these, and she wasn't dreaming now. "Ohhhh!" she whimpered in the arms of the lusting youth. "Oh, Lord!" It was Rodney who was about to. ravish her, Rodney who was about to enjoy her totally! "Oh, Lord!"
"The Lord ain't gonna help you none," the boy said. "How about us getting naked and having some fun?" He crushed his mouth to hers and snaked his tongue inside.
The youth's lips were sweet and hot. Sheila relaxed, letting the wanton boy take his pleasure. She was his completely. He could do whatever he wished. She had neither the strength nor the will to resist.
"Take off your clothes," he said. "I wanna see every inch of you naked." He unfastened his jeans as he spoke.
Take off your clothes! The words were like an echo. The boy had used the same words with Mona before he had raped her. Sheila's cunt gushed, aching for the boy's luscious, gleaming stud-cock to fuck it, aching for a taste of the boy's hot, thick jism.
Sheila felt tears of anticipation stream down her cheeks. Rodney's ten-inch dick was about to shatter her virginity. Her cunt's twenty-three-year drought was about to end, bathed in a fountain of soothing cum. For a moment, Sheila wondered whether she'd survive the ordeal of taking on Rodney's monstrous dick.
But did it really matter? Her whole life had come down to this moment, and whether she lived or died didn't really matter any more. What mattered was that she give herself to the boy, that she fuck with him, become one with him, regardless of the consequences.
Rodney slipped the sopping panties over her naked feet as she stepped out of them. She was completely naked now, and the cool air licked at every inch of her exposed flesh.
The boy pressed the cunt-juice-soaked panties to his face and inhaled their fragrance, then sucked the dripping crotch of them into his mouth and chewed them as if he were trying to extract every sweet drop of juice from the material. As he chewed her panties, his ten-inch dick whacked against his hard belly, reflexively responding to the taste and scent of her pussy-juice.
Sheila stared at his cock and balls. The overgrown dick pointed up at her at a forty-five degree angle, his fat balls churning in their sac below it like twin fetuses in a womb. Her eyes moved up over his torso which glistened as if with millions of microscopic dew-drops. She met his green eyes, glowing at her from under his heavy black forelocks. He looked to her like an untamed savage, like a pagan lord from the heart of uncharted jungles, like an incubus from deep in the fiery earth.
"Suck me!" he commanded her. "Suck my dick!"
Sheila whimpered like a slave-girl under the crack of her master's whip. She fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around the youth's muscular legs, then slid down his calves and kissed his feet, lapping at his toes and instep as if she were worshipping an idol. She nibbled her way back up his legs, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his flesh, thrilling to the feel of his fine dark leg-hairs against her tongue and lips. She imagined herself writhing like Salome before John the Baptist.
Rodney swayed and sighed in response to her caresses. He wiggled his ass and humped his loins, fucking the air with his dripping dick. "Oh, man," he gasped, "suck my cock. Eat my cock before I shoot off."
"Mmmmm!" Sheila cooed, fired by his words, drifting into a trance of lust like she'd never known before. She nestled her nose under his balls, inhaling the moist dark aroma of the most private parts of his body.
The heavy balls churned in their sac as she licked them, humming like turbines. The root of his cock, where it flowed into the hairy sac, looked like the trunk of a tree, and the rock-hard shaft waving above her nose looked like an ivory club about to crack her over the head. The meaty cock-head crowning the end of the shaft looked like a fat, purple mushroom.
"Suck it!" Rodney pleaded. "I can't stand this another second. Oh, please, eat my pecker!"
Sheila was aware now of a different kind of thrill-a sense of power or control brought on by the boy's pleas. She realized that the boy was her slave just as much as she was his. For a moment she had the sadistic urge to deny him his pleasure, to torture his throbbing cock by withholding her lips and cunt from it, to drive him crazy with frustration. But this urge was short-lived, as the mammoth dick began a rhythmic, tom-tom beating against her forehead, teasing her with its hot, electric touch. This was more than she could stand. She had to eat that cock, and she had to eat it now.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft at its base. Due to its amazing diameter, her fingers only half-encircled it. The twin arteries flanking the central vein of the shaft fluttered against the heel of her hand like twin hearts, and the turgid shaft jerked in her hand with such force that she imagined it had an hydraulic-powered steel rod up its center. The entire cock swelled as if it were about to explode as she flicked her tongue against the underside of the succulent head. Delicious! she thought, and she cooed with joy.
"Christ," Rodney moaned, "eat it up!"
Sheila wrapped her other hand around the boy's dick, and, with the strength of both arms, forced the steel-hard cock downward until the gapping piss-slit at the end of the glossy head stared at her like the eye of Cyclops. Pre-cum bubbled from the slit like waters from the fountain of youth. Sheila flicked her tongue at a pearly droplet, catching it before it tumbled to the floor, and played with it in her mouth for a moment before letting it slide down her throat. It was warm and sweet and sticky-slippery, similar to the pussy-juice frothing from her cunt and streaming down her inner thighs.
Rodney bucked his hips, pounding her cheeks with his spongy cock-head. "Damn it!" he half-swore, half-whimpered. "I'm gonna lose my load any second! Christ!"
Sheila opened her mouth as wide as she could, and Rodney's bloated dick-head lodged in the back of her throat, threatening to slide all the way down her esophagus. She choked, struggling for breath. She tightened her throat muscles, and, with all her strength, forced her head up off Rodney's rock enough to recover before she strangled. As tears of relief streamed down her cheeks, Rodney's hot pre-cum rolled down her throat. She clamped down on his pecker with all the strength of her jaws and sucked.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" Rodney moaned. "Beautiful!"
As the boy churned his loins, Sheila churned her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, bobbing her head up and down to add momentum to the sucking. She swung on the steel-hard cock as if from a gym bar, her hands wrapped around the trunk-like base, her jaws clamped around the apple-sized head. As she sucked, she shimmied and squeezed her thighs, oily-slick with the cunt-juices streaming between them, and her squirming pussylips smooched each other like hot mouths.
"Jesus Christ," Rodney gasped, "what a throat! Oh, wow, yeah-feels so good!" His cock-head ballooned. His shaft lengthened and hardened even more. His entire dick leapt with such strength that Sheila felt herself being lifted.
She imagined herself swinging from a trapeze while a thousand hot tongues lapped at her cunt. The sensations mounted in her loins like a rocket lifting off a launch pad. A ball of fire flared up in the pit of her cunt. She screamed in her cock-stuffed throat. Her loins exploded with spasms as if a thousand firecrackers were going off inside her. Her body jerked like a puppet on strings. She wanted to die like this, hanging from the cock of a dark, sweaty, lusting young god, her entire body squirming with the luscious spasms of orgasm.
"I'm coming!" Rodney cried. "Christ, ohhhhhhh, I'm coming!" His cock exploded its cum, jerking so wildly that Sheila thought it might flip her through the air. Endless wads of thick jism scalded the back of her throat and rolled down into her belly. Sheila held on, sucking and swallowing and writhing, until the last drops of jism oozed from Rodney's cockslit and the last sweet tingles flickered-out in her cunt. When it was over, she collapsed in a naked heap on the concrete floor, shivering for a moment as the cold stone kissed her steaming flesh.
Rodney fell back against the table looking as if he'd been knocked unconscious and was just coming to. His cock stuck straight out, stiff half-hard, still a full ten inches long, and twitching as if small spasms were still occasionally running up and down its core. It gleamed obscenely, polished with Sheila's saliva.
Sheila gazed up at him, feeling relaxed and fulfilled. She lay at his feet, basking in his radiant strength and beauty, waiting with open ears and a pounding heart for his next command. She longed for him to use her again. She would remain his slave-girl until the end of no time.
"You're a hell of a hunk of female," Rodney said as he tried to catch his breath. "Beautiful tits and ass! And, Christ, what a mouth! Sucked the jizz right out of me in ten seconds. I never came so fast in my life." He licked his lips. "Man, I bet your pussy is hotter than your mouth. Mmm, mmm, and look at those tits! I'm gonna bite them right off!"
Sheila squirmed. Rodney's words had built a new fire in her cunt, a fire so intense that it was as if she'd never come. She looked up at her hero and whined, longing for him to play once more with her naked body, to use it in any way he wished. "Take me," Sheila whimpered. "Take me!"
The boy laid his muscular foot against her tits and pinned her to the floor where she wriggled like a stuck butterfly. The vision of the lusting youth standing triumphant over Mona flashed before her eyes. But, in place of Mona lying there naked in the moonlight, she saw herself.
Rodney tweaked her bud-like nipples between his toes, and Sheila nearly passed out with ecstasy. "Oh, Lord," she moaned, "let me die like this." She wriggled and whimpered, waiting for her master to fuck her.
"Christ! Hottest little bitch I ever seen!" Rodney said, shaking his head. "Mmmmm, look at that little bitch squirm, just waiting to get fucked. Can't wait, can you? OK, baby, spread those legs, open up that crotch, give me a good look at that cunt."
Sheila squealed with joy and kicked her legs up in the air, spreading wide until the muscles of her inner thighs ached from the stretching. She tugged at her knees, trying to pry her legs still farther apart. Air rushed up her cunt like a tongue.
Rodney smacked his lips. "Mmmm! Pinkest, juiciest twat I ever laid my eyes on." The boy's cock stiffened to full hardness once again and slapped up against his belly like an ivory sword. He wiggled his big toe between her pussy-lips, then wormed it up her cunt to the hilt.
"Ooooo, ohhhh," Sheila moaned.
"Christ, it's so fucking hot and slippery!" Rodney gasped. "Mmmm, I'm gonna have me a taste of that candy cunt one of these days, but right now my old pecker just can't wait to get up inside that pussy and wiggle itself off."
The boy popped his toe out of her cunt and squatted at her side, sliding one hand under her ass and the other under her upper back. Then with one quick, graceful motion, he swept her off the floor as if she were a doll and plopped her on the table.
Sheila giggled like an infant being tossed in the air, delighting in the sensation of being played with by the muscular youth. He had total control, and she was completely passive.
Rodney positioned her as he wished-supine, with only her back and ass on the table. He gripped her ankles and spread her legs apart high in the air. Her crotch opened, and immediately his fat cock-head slipped between the gaping lips.
Sheila tensed, feeling her cunt-mouth stretched wider than ever before from the sheer size of the boy's cock-head. Then she relaxed again, passive as a rag doll, waiting for the boy to cleave her in half with his ten-inch monster. Her cunt throbbed with lust, throbbed with the need to be ravished, to be violated once and for all, to die if necessary, but to be fucked at last.
Rodney smiled at her lecherously as if aware that he was about to shatter her virginity. The muscles of his abdomen tensed, defining themselves like plates of armor. His powerful hands crushed her wrists to the table, staking her out for the sacrifice. The moment had arrived!
Sheila wrapped her legs around his ass and moaned.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh, please, fuck me!"
Rodney snorted like a young dragon. His eyes glazed red. He shoved. Ten inches of burning stud-cock roared up Sheila's virgin cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh, sooooooo tight!" the boy whined.
Sheila's eyes and mouth opened so wide she nearly split the skin around them. She screamed, but no sound came out of her mouth for several seconds. Suddenly a long, high-pitched sound rose out of her throat, sounding far away, like the distant whining of a she-cat in heat. A searing pain tore through her cunt, as if a shotgun barrel had rammed up it and then discharged. A black sun burst before her eyes and all went dark.
Sheila awoke as if in a dream, her cuntal walls throbbing with the luscious sensations of near-orgasm, her body supersensitive, as if a million tiny lips were nibbling at her. Her bones vibrated with Rodney's love-thrusts, the head of his cock kissing the pit of her cunt again and again, the ivory shaft sawing her dancing clit unmercifully, making her eyes nearly pop out with pleasure.
The boy's sweat dripped from his face and showered her naked tits like a warm rain. His eyes glowed in his skull like twin lamp flames, and his pink tongue slipped in and out between his lips. "Oh, man," he grunted, "this is real fucking. Tightest cunt I ever screwed-like fucking a virgin. Mmmm!" He plunged his slick cock in and out of her cunt, and squishing-sucking sounds arose from between their fucking organs.
As Sheila squirmed under her lover, her steaming cuntal juices sprayed out around the base of his cock and bubbled down over her asscrack, pooling under her asscheeks and making the table slippery under her butt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Sheila cried, "feels so good! Ohhhh, yessss, fuck me! Do it! Oh, yes!"
"Fuck," Rodney grunted. "Oh, fuck, you're so hot!"
Sheila writhed, churning her ass, forcing Rodney's dick to corkscrew inside her and penetrate her even deeper, forcing it to massage every tender crevice of her trembling pussy-walls. Ecstasy! Sheila wondered how she could ever feel anything better than this. This was the fuck to end all fucks!
Rodney was the most beautiful young stud on earth, and his cock was bigger and more luscious than any other cock could ever be. The vision of the boy alone was enough to make her die with pleasure, but now she had more than the vision-she had the boy inside her! His juicy dick moved deep in her belly as if it were part of her. She and the boy were coupled! She and the boy were one! The realization was unbearable. Sheila's cunt exploded like a nuclear reactor.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "Oh, darling, I'm coming!"
Rodney's eyes shone like flying saucers on a clear night. His dick jerked so hard that Sheila felt her ass lift off the table. Jism pelted the back of Sheila's cunt with heavy, scalding splats. Rodney howled, his eyes nearly lost in his skull, his body jerking like a hanged man: "Ohhhhhhh, I'm coming! Christ!" The boy's face was ecstatic. Sheila watched it through blurred eyes.
Sheila's spasms came again and again. She thought her cunt would never stop contracting. Her insides swam in adolescent jism, the excess dripping out around the base of the boy's plunging dick and rolling down over her asshole like lava. The coupled fuckers clung to each other like shipwrecked survivors holding on to a floating log, whimpering together as if calling for help.
When it was finally over, Sheila caressed the youth's baby-smooth asscheeks with her naked feet. "Thanks, Rodney," she said, "I've never felt so good."
The boy looked exhausted as if he'd just run a four-minute mile. He looked at her, puzzled. "Did I tell you my name?"
"Sheila laughed. "No," she said, "but I know more about you than you'll ever guess.
If you want any more information you'll have to beat it out of me with that big cock of yours."
"My pleasure," the boy said, giving her a beautifully wicked smile.
Sheila cooed, wiggling her ass excitedly as the boy began once more to fuck her.
CHAPTER SIX
Sheila wobbled home that afternoon looking like a woman who had just ran a marathon after ten years of sedentary living. With every step she took, she winced. She never knew her cunt had so many muscles. They couldn't have been more sore. Rodney's monstrous dick had given her cunt the kind of workout which would have made an experienced whore cry "uncle." Sheila was so sore she almost had to laugh about it to keep from crying.
With every step she took, Sheila was reminded of the wonderful youth's golden cock ravaging the depths of her pussy, and the thought of it counteracted the soreness considerably. Not only that, but the thought made her horny. What a laugh! Her cunt was ready to fall off, but she was as horny as if she hadn't fucked in years-which, of course, until just four hours ago, she hadn't. Her clit twitched between her moist cuntal lips, hungry for cock. Her cunt was so sore she could barely walk, but she was ready to throw herself at the feet of any male who walked by. Crazy!
The moment she stepped into her apartment, the phone rang.
"Hello, Miss Moore, this is Janet Robbins. I realize this is short notice, but could you possibly sit with Timmy this evening? My husband's car broke down way out in the sticks, and he wants me to rescue him."
Sheila agreed without hesitation.
"Wonderful! You're a gem! I'm leaving immediately, but take your time coming over. If you can get here before dark and get Timmy in bed by ten, I'd be very grateful. I'll do my best to get home by midnight."
* * *
It was almost eight, and the last glow of twilight was fading from the sky when Sheila stood before Timmy's front door. She had fallen asleep in the bathtub and was late in getting over. Amazingly, the nearly two hours of soaking had worked wonders with her sore muscles. Her cunt felt pleasantly fatigued and slightly tender, but at least she wasn't hobbling along anymore as if she had a fence post up her ass. She knocked gently on the door and walked in.
The house was dark and still. A dim light shone from the living room down the hallway. Sheila sauntered down the thickly carpeted hallway and entered the living room.
The light came from a single table lamp, and nobody was in the room. Either Timmy was up in bed asleep, or he wasn't home yet.
Sheila walked around the end of the couch, but before she could sit down she had to stifle a gasp with her hand. Timmy lay stretched out on the floor at her feet. She'd nearly tripped over him.
The boy's eyes were clamped shut. His shirt lay in a heap next to him, and his jeans were bunched down around his ankles as if he didn't have the time or patience to kick them all the way off. His feet were bare, and his hand was wrapped around his stiff cock, pumping it with quick jerks.
His pink tongue wiggled between his lips, and his yellow hair fanned out under his head like a halo. His breath came in deep, quavering pants, and his skinny loins shook as if rocked by minor earthquakes. His mouth gaped suddenly, letting out a groan. "Here it comes," he whispered.
His young dick erupted like a volcano, the piss-slit at the tip of the glossy head yawning like a crater, the jism spurting out like lava. Jizz-wads shot straight up, two feet above the boy's belly, then fell with heavy splats. The boy bucked his hips, firing round after round until his loins were spent. At last he relaxed into the thick carpet, looking as if he were sinking into a puffy cloud.
"Great!" he muttered. "Felt good."
Sheila was stunned. What to do now? She eased backward down the hallway, her heart going like a bird's. Once out of line of the boy's vision, she scampered the rest of the way down the hall and slipped out of the house. Immediately, she banged hard on the floor and charged back inside.
"Anybody home?" she shouted, her voice strangely high. "Timmy?" she yelled, striding down the hallway. She was determined to catch the boy with his pants down, but she hadn't wanted to give him a heart attack by surprising him in the midst of his orgasm.
"Wait a second!" came Timmy's panic-stricken voice from behind the couch. "Just wait a second!"
Before he could get out another word, Sheila hovered over him, doing her best to look surprised.
Timmy's face glowed like a beet from where he lay, still flat on his back, struggling desperately to force his swollen cock into his tight jeans. Pools and streams of cum dotted his belly and chest.
"Oh, excuse me," Sheila said. "I didn't realize you were playing private games." She smiled. "Did you have fun?"
The boy looked toward the wall. "Guess so," he said, his voice sounding very small.
"Well, good," Sheila said. "I love to see boys having fun." She kneeled next to him. "You're a mess. We'd better get you cleaned up." She wiped up some of the cum with her fingers, and ate it. "Tasty!" she said. And it was-tastier even than Rodney's, lighter, more delicately flavored jism.
Timmy's eyes bugged out. "Miss Moore?"
She laughed. "Call me Sheila." She tickled him under the chin. "Just lie back and relax now, darling. We'll have this mess cleaned up in no time." The boldness and ease with which these words came from her mouth surprised her as much as the words themselves surprised Timmy.
Timmy lay back with a sigh, pillowing the back of his head in his clasped fingers, watching her with a look of contentment and fascination.
Sheila crouched like a cat at a dish of milk and lapped up the fresh jism from the boy's belly, probing with the tip of her tongue between his ridged abdominal muscles so as to get every last drop. The precious stuff was nourishing. She could sustain herself on it alone. How she wished, suddenly, that she could suck off a big juicy cock any time she was hungry. She smacked her lips and squeezed her thighs together, swallowing down the last of his jism.
She looked Timmy right in the eyes. "You're beautiful," she said. "So handsome."
The boy giggled, blushing from head to toe. "You are, too," he said with a bashful grin.
The boy was hers. Sheila could sense it. He'd give her anything she asked for. "I'm wondering, Timmy-but, by any chance, do you like to fuck?"
"Man!" the boy gasped. "Oh, wow! Are you kidding?"
Sheila laughed. "Sounds like you do, darling. So, why don't we both take off all our clothes and fuck?"
The boy slapped his face a few times. "I'm dreaming," he said. "I must be dreaming." Then he let out a whoop and tore his pants off. He rolled for a moment like a happy puppy, then snapped up to a cross-legged sitting position. His seven-inch cock stuck straight up in the air and slapped against his belly, the purple cock-head covering his navel.
Sheila stood before the gasping youth and performed a quick striptease. Then she rotated, displaying her naked body to the boy from every angle. She wiggled her ass and jiggled her tits, shamelessly tantalizing the boy with her female charms. Cunt-juice streamed down her legs.
Timmy's cock beat against his belly like a drumstick.
Sheila danced, entranced by the jumping dick, fascinated by the way it responded to her teasing. For a while she felt like a wicked queen, enticing an innocent pageboy into her chambers. Then, for a while, she felt like a naked slavegirl dancing before her master. At last, the boy's prick twitched so hard and fast that it appeared to just stand there and quiver.
"Oh, wow!" Timmy gasped. "Tits, ass, cunt-bare naked! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!" Gobs of pre-cum bubbled from his wide-open pissslit. The boy grabbed his dick and pumped it, the shiny pecker-head popping in and out of his fist.
"Darling!" Sheila cried in a sudden panic. "Don't waste your jism. Shoot it in me. Shove your dick inside my pussy and fuck me. Quick, darling, fuck me!"
She knocked the skinny youth on his back and straddled him like a madwoman, positioning her dripping crotch above his rampant prick.
Timmy bucked his hips in a frenzy of excitement, jabbing the glowing head of his dick at her crotch. He poked her hairy mound, he jabbed her asscheeks, he fucked her thighs. His rampant dick went everywhere but up her horny cunt.
Sheila herself was little help in getting the boy's dick inside her. Her ass wiggled as if it were detached from her body, trembling with the anticipation of feeling the boy's cock up her cunt. Clawing the mounds of her ass, she spread the quivering cheeks apart as wide as she could, opening her ass-crack and crotch to the wild thrusts of the boy's slippery dick.
"Timmy," she gibbered, "put it in me! Shove it in me before I die! Now, darling, now! Fuck me!"
Her words only drove the boy more out of control. He bucked his hips even more wildly, fucking his bubbling cock even more blindly, whimpering as if he were being whipped.
Sheila was worried, afraid that any second now the squirming youth would lose his load. She forced her loins to slow their shimmying. She forced her asscheeks and crotch so far apart that she wondered whether the skin was going to rip.
Timmy's fat dick-head lodged for a moment in the puckered opening of her asshole, glowing there like a slippery baked apple. Wrong hole! Sheila wanted to shout, but she never got the words out. Timmy's cock jerked, and all seven inches of it slipped up her asshole.
"Wowwwwwwww!" the boy moaned.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Sheila gasped, her virgin asshole plugged suddenly by the throbbing dick of the nubile boy. Lord, what was happening? She didn't know whether she should scream with pain or whinny with pleasure. She'd never imagined such a thing was possible-her ass fucked by a cock!
She sat there for a moment, motionless, her ass impaled on the boy's cock to the hilt. It throbbed inside her like a heart, its head a beacon of warmth in the pit of her loins. Lord, it felt good!-as good as Rodney's cock up her cunt. Different, but just as good. Beautiful sensations spiraled through her loins, then up her spine and down her legs. The tip of her tongue tingled. Her toes tingled. "Fuck me!" she whimpered. "Oh, darling, Timmy, fuck me!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" the boy gasped, humping his loins and pistoning his dick each time he chanted the word.
Sheila shrieked with pleasure as she began riding his bucking dick. Her tits flapped, and she tossed her head from side to side. She churned her ass, corkscrewing up and down on his plunging prick.
Timmy nabbed her tits in his hot paws and kneaded them as if they were bread dough. He pinched her nipples and flapped her tits until the vibrations shook even her asscheeks.
"Oh, Lord!" Sheila wailed as if in the throes of spiritual ecstasy. The wild boy's ravishing of her asshole, his merciless handling of her tits, forced the hot sensations to mount to an immediate peak in her loins. She threw her head back and squealed, her orgasm flooding her body like a tidal wave. "Ohhhh!" she cried out, "Timmy, I'm coming!"
Timmy squirmed under her like a speared fish. His sea-blue eyes rolled back in his head until they turned white. His young dick swelled like a steel balloon. Hot jism flooded Sheila's asshole. "I'm coming, man!" he gasped. "Oooooo, oooooo, yeahhhhhhhh!"
Sheila groaned with pleasure and purred with delight as the boy fired endless rounds of hot jizz-wads into the depths of her spasming loins. The thick pleasure-gobs pelted her insides just as they had pelted the door on that fateful night just a few days earlier. She had been longing to feel them splash against the back of her throat, or against the walls of her cunt. She'd never dreamed that she'd feel them for the first time machine-gunning the pit of her asshole.
Timmy whimpered, popping one final spurt up Sheila's ass. Then Sheila raised her ass, letting his slick dick flop but of her and down against his belly with a smack. She collapsed next to him on the thick carpet, draping her arm over his young chest and burying her face in his neck. She kissed him.
"Darling! Sweet angel!" she whispered, running her fingers through his fine hair, clearing away the bangs from his eyes.
The boy purred, puffing his chest like a peacock. He turned his face and kissed her on the nose, then on the lips. His saliva was as sweet as his jism. The boy was a sapling. How much more tender than Rodney he was! And yet, she didn't love Rodney any less now. Rodney satisfied her lust in a different, but just as essential way. She needed both boys. And she had them!
"Man!" Timmy said. "That sure felt good! I almost died, my dick felt so good. Your cunt was so tight and juicy."
Sheila laughed, caressing his cheeks. "But darling, you weren't fucking my cunt. You were fucking my ass."
The boy gulped. "What?"
"You mean you didn't know?"
The boy was red. "Uh, sure I knew," he said. "I was just kidding around."
"Darling," Sheila said, "tell me the truth now. This was your first fuck, wasn't it?"
"I guess so," the boy said. "I mean, yes."
Sheila petted him. She cooed. She'd taken the boy's cherry. His virgin cum bathed the depths of her asshole like holy water. "Darling," she said, "it's nothing to be ashamed of. Every boy has to have his first fuck sometime." She kissed him. "I'll let you in on a secret. My ass was never fucked before either."
"Wow! You mean it? I was the first guy to fuck your ass?" Sheila nodded.
"Holy shit!" the angelic choirboy shouted. Then he whooped. Sheila laughed. She'd never felt so free.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following morning was turning into another ordeal at work. Sheila's mind was continually distracted by visions of writhing boys and spurting cocks. She was beginning to wonder whether she shouldn't take up babysitting full-time. The way she'd walked around in a daydream these last few days made her think she wouldn't last much longer as a librarian.
As she wrote up a request for a book from a branch library, her mind shifted to Brian, Tad and Timmy. They were naked, and all over her. Tad was fucking her ass, Brian was up her cunt, and Timmy had his cock in her mouth. They were pounding away at her, and suddenly they were coming, filling all three of her holes with their hot jism, their faces racked with boyish ecstasy. Sheila nearly came imgaining them. She was sitting right there at the information desk at the public library, and she was on the verge of coming. Lord!
Dolores tapped her on the shoulder, and Sheila jumped, nearly toppling out of her seat. "Anything wrong?" Dolores asked. "You look ill. You sure you don't have a fever?"
Sheila forced a laugh. "I'm all right. Just daydreaming."
Dolores looked skeptical. "It must have been some daydream, then," she said. "You're sweating, and you were breathing as if you were having a heart attack."
Sheila was thoroughly embarrassed. What could she say? "Sorry if I frightened you," she finally said.
Dolores patted her hand. "No need to be sorry. I just hope that you're all right." She grinned suggestively. "It's that boyfriend of yours again, isn't it? I can just tell." Sheila felt herself blushing. Dolores leaned close to her now. "He must really be good in bed," she whispered. "Does he have a big one?"
Good Lord! How forward could the woman get? "Yes," Sheila answered matter-of-factly, hoping the tone of her voice would discourage Dolores. She picked up her pen and began writing, as if her work couldn't wait another second.
Dolores leaned closer. "How big? Come on, you can tell me."
"Six and three-quarter inches," Sheila answered. It was the first figure that came into her head.
"Respectable," Dolores commented. "Of course," she said coolly, as if trying not to brag, "my Bert has seven."
Sheila gave her a quick I'm-impressed look, and Dolores sat there gloating. Dolores remained silent for a while, as if musing on the size of her man's dick. Perhaps she imagined it fucking her. Perhaps she was applauding its size-victory over Sheila's man's dick. Whatever, Sheila had to suppress a smile at the thought that all three of her young teen studs had cocks equal in size to Bert's, a grown man who was more than twice their size. She wondered how big those boys' dicks would be when they matured, and she hoped she'd be around to find out!
"There she is again-the little bitch!" Dolores spat out the words as if disgusted. "Oh, I just can't stand her. She thinks she has such a hot ass."
Sheila followed Dolores' stare out the side window to the small park which was part of the library grounds. A group of young teen males was gathered around a park bench. "What is it?" Sheila asked, unable to see anything out of the ordinary.
"It's that little bitch in the middle of all those boys. You mean you've never noticed her? She's been out there giving her ass away for years now. The little whore! You can just bet she's spread her legs for every boy in town. Disgusting!" Dolores rolled a sheet of paper into the typewriter and began typing as if she wanted to beat the machine to death.
Dolores had definitely flipped her gourd. Sheila had never seen her so upset.
Sheila looked out the window again. The boys had spread out, some of them lounging on the grass, some on the bench, a few still standing. And there was the girl-their center of attention. Mona! Who else? Sheila wasn't surprised. She wondered whether Mona was out there now intentionally putting on a show for her benefit. Sheila wouldn't put it past her.
As if aware that Sheila was watching her now, Mona began showing off her body. She was dressed in a bikini top and cut-off shorts no larger than panties. As she slouched back on the bench, she spread her legs wide. Her cunt hairs were surely visible to the boys, all of whom had bulging crotches. She looked like a bitch in heat surrounded by eager studs.
Sheila's cunt tingled. For a moment she envisioned herself out there, surrounded by lusting young cocks, the center of their desire.
One of the boys seated next to Mona slowly moved his hand up her naked leg. All eyes were on him as he worked his hand under the crotch of her shorts. A few of the boys looking on rubbed their stiff dicks as they watched. Mona squirmed a little, then suddenly slapped the arm of the boy who was feeling her up. The boy jerked his hand away as if he'd been stung by a bee. He blushed crimson, and all the other boys laughed.
Mona stroked the hard-on of one of the boys lying at her feet with her big toe. The boy began humping his loins furiously. Mona jerked her foot away and mashed it against his face. All the other boys laughed.
All at once the youngest-looking of the group, but who sported an impressive tent over his groin, scrambled up between Sheila's legs, and sniffed at her cunt like a puppy. Then he let his tongue flop out like a panting dog. All the onlookers rolled with laughter.
Mona suddenly jammed her finger under her shorts as if she was fingerfucking herself. The boys stared at her with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Then she drew her finger away from her cunt and touched it to the cunt-sniffer's nose. The boy sniffed it and scrunched up his face, and all the other boys clapped and laughed. Mona cuffed him on the cheek, then shoved her cunt-moistened finger in his mouth. The boy sucked it like a starving calf and rubbed his stiff cock excitedly. Mona jerked her finger from his mouth and pushed him over. The other boys whooped and screamed, jumping up and down with delight. To Sheila their ravings sounded like distant cheers from a football stadium.
Mona glanced over toward the library building, and Sheila sensed that Mona knew she was watching her through the tinted glass. A chill ran up Sheila's spine as she went back to work. A minute later, when she looked up again, Mona and the boys were gone. The play had ended.
* * *
When Sheila stepped into her apartment at five that afternoon, she was immediately depressed. A long evening stretched before her. Even though she'd only been babysitting for three days now, it seemed as if she'd been doing it all her life, and she was no longer used to empty apartments, and long, lonely evenings. The apartment had never seemed this still and quiet.
The phone hung on the kitchen wall like a dead thing, but the sight of it lifted her spirits. Maybe a customer would call. Better yet, maybe Rodney would call. She stared at it, expecting it to ring any second. When it didn't, she sat on the couch and tried to figure out something to fill up her evening.
If only a babysitting customer would call, she wouldn't be in this predicament. She shouldn't have so rashly cancelled her ad after only one running. That was it! Start out the evening by writing another ad.
Five minutes later she printed her completed ad on the classifieds coupon she'd cut out of the paper: "Experienced Babysitter: Young woman has excellent rapport with young-teen males. Evenings only." She added her telephone number, then sealed her completed ad and a check in an envelope. As she licked the envelope flap she imagined that it tasted faintly of sweet teen cock. Her pussy felt all tingly. The ad would run for a full week, and there was no telling what luscious thrills it would bring her.
She set the envelope next to her purse so she wouldn't forget to mail it, and the moment it left her hand her depression returned. If only it was tomorrow night! Tomorrow evening she'd be with Brian and Tad-the devilish darlings! Mrs. Mendel just couldn't wait to have Sheila babysit for her boys again.
"Excellent job," Mrs. Mendel had said on the phone the day after Sheila had stayed with the boys. Whatever had Sheila done to make the boys behave so peacefully? They had slept that night away without a sound, like gentle lambs. Sheila must have worked some "magic" over them, since their habit had been to quarrel the night away. Mrs. Mendel was dumbfounded, but pleased.
Sheila had listened to Mrs. Mendel with tongue in cheek. If only the woman knew why her young devils had slept so blissfully! If only the woman knew what wild activity had exhausted them! Sheila wondered what Mrs. Mendel's reaction would be if she knew the truth. She wondered whether the grateful woman would be so anxious to have her babysit again.
Sheila smiled. Perhaps babysitting was her calling. She did seem to be having more success with it than with anything else she'd ever attempted. She'd only been at it a few days, but already she'd learned the secret of how to tame rowdy young whelps. She was confident she could handle any young stud. She had the secret knowledge! And what was even more important, she had the desire! She loved her work!
"Rodney!" she shreiked suddenly as she ran to answer the phone. She was so excited she nearly dropped the receiver. "Hello!" she sang.
"Miss Moore?" It was a female voice.
"Yes?" Her voice was an octave lower now..
"Is this the Miss Moore who baby sits?"
"Yes," Sheila answered. She wondered how the woman knew her name.
"Well, Miss Moore, this is Blanche Roberts. I'm a good friend of Helen Mendel, and Helen informs me that you're a just fabulous babysitter. Her boys just rave about you-you know-and they rarely rave about anything. They're-how shall I say it?-somewhat hard to please." She laughed as if she'd told a joke.
Sheila tittered out of courtesy, waiting for the woman to resume. The woman's voice was strange-old and young at the same time, like the voice of an adult who was trying to sound like a teenager.
"Well, Miss Moore, I'd be overjoyed if you would sit with my Monty. He's such a darling-much better behaved than the Mendel boys-and I'm sure he'd like you. If you could come over in an hour and stay 'til ten you'd save my life-really you would! Something urgent has come up. Please, say you will come! This could lead to a regular weekly appointment for you."
The woman talked quickly, like a saleswoman, but at times she stumbled over her words like someone reading. Sheila got the impression she was listening to a commercial.
"Where do you live?" Sheila asked.
"Nine-seventeen Ross Avenue."
"And how is Monty?"
He's a perfect little gentleman."
Sheila had heard that line before! She pictured Monty as a grubby, barefooted, grimacing urchin with horns on his head and a pitchfork-shaped dick sticking up in the air.
But she'd tame him. The challenge excited her.
"I'll be there at six sharp," Sheila said, trying to sound very professional.
"Wonderful! When you get here, just walk right in and make yourself at home. Monty will probably be upstairs in his room doing his homework. He's so very responsible."
* * *
Right on time, Sheila walked into the Roberts' house. She checked out the first floor, which was as quiet as a ghost town, then climbed the stairs. A hallway ran left and right. She wondered which of the three rooms off the hallway belonged to Monty. Two of the rooms were wide open, and the door of the last one was ajar about a foot, a shaft of the early evening sunlight shining through it to form a parallelogram of gold on the glossy hardwood floor of the hallway. Sheila guessed this last one to be the boy's, and she poked her head inside.
The bubblegum-chewing lad bent over his books that she had expected to see was nowhere in sight. The room contained a desk, a dresser and an unmade bed heaped with bedclothes. Either she was in the wrong room, or the boy was elsewhere. As she turned to leave, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and she realized that what she had taken to be a pile of bedclothes was actually a sheet stretched out over a body. The sheet moved up and down as the body breathed, and a pair of pink bare feet suddenly appeared from under one end. So this was the little gentleman. What on earth was he up to?
The boy wriggled under the sheet as if adjusting his position, and a tent appeared at his middle, the tent pole standing up a foot and a half above what appeared to be the front of the boy's body. Lord, was it real? That monster would put even Rodney's gigantic dick to shame!
A commotion began under the sheet. The boy was obviously starting to work on his cock. The sheet flapped like a single-winged, white bat. The boy huffed and puffed and whimpered as he jacked off his donkey-sized pecker. His toes wriggled, and he squirmed all over the bed. The scene was comical, and Sheila had to hold her breath to keep from laughing out loud. She wondered whether she ought to surprise him in the act.
A headline flashed through her mind: "Baby siter Slain By Lusting Youth. Eighteen-inch Cock Splits Her In Half After She Interrupts Youth's Jerk-Off Session." Crazy! Absolutely crazy! But as crazy as the thought was, she suddenly found herself tiptoeing down the stairs like a cartoon figure. Just to be on the safe side, she told herself. Besides that, why embarrass the boy?
She went into the kitchen for a glass of water. She'd drink it slowly-give the boy five minutes to blow his load and cool off. Then she'd go back up. She felt somewhat foolish about the way she'd scurried down the steps, her heart pounding as if she was running for her life. After all, the kid was only a teenager, and probably as timid as a fawn. In any case, she hadn't heard about anybody in town being murdered by his cock yet. How foolish-to fear a boy!
Boys! Until a few days ago she'd never realized how obsessed they were with their cocks. All they seemed to care about was making their pricks shoot off. She wondered how many boys were shooting off at that very moment in the town she was living in. She wondered whether their combined jism would fill the water glass from which she was drinking.
What an interesting thought! She rubbed her cunt, enjoying the warm tingles suddenly welling up between the fat wet lips. How exciting-to drink down a glassful of warm, fresh jism! She was sure that the boys of the town would have no trouble providing her with a gallon of the precious stuff everyday.
Crazy! Time to go up and see how Monty was getting along before she got too carried away.
The boy's room was dead silent as she stood just outside the door for the second time in five minutes. The boy had possibly drifted off to sleep after his exhausting jerk-off session. Then again, maybe he was standing behind the door ready to clobber her over the head with his murderous pecker. She took a deep breath and poked her head inside. Now what was he up to?
He was kneeling on the floor, his back to her, resting his arms and torso on the mattress as if he were praying. His head and torso were wrapped mummy-like in the sheet, and the rest of his body, from waist to toes, was stark naked. His upturned ass waved in the air as if it were waiting to be fucked. Weird! Weird, but beautiful!
The boy's ass looked good enough to eat-pink and round and smooth. His golden legs hadn't a hair on them, and they were clamped seductively, hiding his balls. Sheila melted with desire, sure now that the boy knew she was there and was teasing her with his luscious ass.
She longed to spread those clenched asscheeks apart and expose his puckered pink asshole to her dripping tongue. She longed to taste the boy's insides just as she had tasted Tad's insides. She couldn't wait another second. She marched straight into the room, clearing her throat.
The boy chuckled. So he did know that she was there! He probably knew it all along. He wiggled his ass, teasing her with it, inviting her to lick it. Sheila stripped off her clothes. The boy knew what he wanted, and she knew what she wanted. She wasn't going to waste another second. She had twenty-three lost years to make up for. Her clothes fell in a pile at her feet, and she stepped away from them, her body trembling, ready to plunge herself into the pleasure of the flesh.
The moment she laid her hand on the boy's warm, wiggling ass, she was amazed at how round and muscular it was for the ass of a teenage boy-so filled out, so well-developed. Oh, well, more tasty ass-meat to suck on!
She worked her fingers between the tightly clenched cheeks and easily located his warm moist asshole. It nibbled at her fingertip, and the boy cooed and wiggled his ass. The boy was wonderfully sensual, and that turned Sheila on more. Now for a feel of his nuts!
She worked her hand between his clamped thighs. What a teaser the boy was! He squeezed his legs even tighter together. Sheila had to struggle to get her hand more deeply between his legs. Any second now the silken flesh of his warm pubescent sac would caress her palms, and his firm spongy balls would roll . in her hand like twin plums.
Her fingertip tickled the boy's perineum, the very bottom of his crotch. An inch to go and she would feel the first thrilling touch of the tender ball-sac. Amazing! The boy was hairy around the balls. She'd have never guessed it. The boy was as hairy down there as Rodney. And, Lord, he was wet!
Her fingers slid easily, drenched with warm juice, and before she knew it her finger had slid inside the boy's body, sucked up as if by a set of hungry lips. Lord, what was happening?
The boy squealed and tore the sheet off his head and torso. Sheila flew backward and landed on her ass as if she'd been clubbed over the head. The boy spun around, laughing hysterically.
"Fooled ya, Miss Moore! Fooled ya, didn't I?"
The boy wasn't a boy, and his name wasn't Monty.
"Mona!" Sheila gasped.
Mona pirouetted, her naked tits flapping, her black hair flying. She sneered lecherously, looking like an evil-minded teenage witch, then sprang at Sheila like a wrestler, pinning her supine to the floor with the full length of her naked teen body. They were toe-to-toe, thigh-to-thigh, belly-to-belly. Their nipples and cunts rubbed together obscenely, and their lips met. Mona shoved her tongue in Sheila's mouth and drooled, squirming on top of Sheila like a fucking boy.
Sheila lay there helplessly. She'd never been so stunned in her life. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion. The panting young nympho went at her like a crazed rapist.
Mona chewed on her tits. "Mmmmm, big ones!" the lecherous girl muttered. "I do love big tits."
"Please," Sheila managed to squeak. "What's happening?"
"What does it feel like?" Mona gasped. "Loving, Miss Moore, just good loving. I'm crazy about you. Mmmmmm, let me at them juicy knockers!" She sucked up another mouthful of Sheila's tit-flesh and munched it as if it were succulent fruit.
As the wild young girl ravished her body, Sheila tried to pull herself together. Her mind was clearing now, and she was beginning to feel the pleasure Mona's fucking was generating in her body. Her cunt, still slippery with the sex-juice she'd put out while lusting for Monty's ass, was getting more slippery by the moment as she gave in to Mona's lust. She clamped her legs together and manipulated her pussy-lips with her rhythmically contracting thigh muscles.
Mona slid down Sheila's body. "Open up them legs, honey ," Mona said. "Spread them legs wide and let me at that juicy cunt." She forced Sheila's legs apart and buried her face in Sheila's dripping crotch, immediately working her tongue between the inflamed hairy lips. "Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," the girl cooed as she munched and slurped at Sheila's spread cunt.
Sheila squirmed all over, letting go, giving in completely to the crazed nymphette's cuntsucking. "Oh, yes, Mona, eat me! Mmmm, feels so good!"
"Damn right," Mona gasped between munches. "I know just how it feels, and now I wanna feel it, too." The raven-haired girl swiveled her naked body and straddled Sheila in the sixty-nine position. "Eat my pussy," she muttered, lowering her dripping, wide-open crotch to Sheila's lips.
Sheila gasped for breath as the young nympho nearly smothered her with her hairy crotch. Mona's pussy-juice drenched her face like warm water. Sheila choked, on the edge of drowning and suffocation. She grabbed Mona's asscheeks and pushed with all her strength. At last, cool air rushed into her straining lungs and licked across her juice-covered face.
Mona fought to sit on Sheila's face once more. "Eat me!" she cried, her ass wiggling excitedly. "Suck my pussy before I go crazy!" Pussy-juice dripped from the straining girl's squirming cunt-lips and tumbled like hot tears all over Sheila's face and into her open mouth.
Sheila rolled the sweet girl-juice in her mouth, savoring its taste. It tasted like her own pussy-juice, and the discovery excited her. She stared at the throbbing hairy lips of the young teen's cunt, then spread them apart with her thumbs, looking right up the girl's crotch, into the girl's body. The girl's raw cunt-flesh glistened pink inside and throbbed like the chambers of a heart. How lusciously exciting! And, between Mona's spread asscheeks, her puckered ass-hole gleamed like a pink jewel, no less sexy and inviting than Tad's had been. Sheila licked her lips, ready to enjoy a feast.
"Suck my crotch!" Mona whined again, then plunged her hot face once more between Sheila's thighs and sucked with such force at Sheila's pussy that Sheila feared being turned inside out.
Sheila writhed under the naked girl, every inch of her body alive and tingling, all her senses sharp. "Pussy!" she whispered, drawing Mona's open cunt to her hungry lips. And she knew at that moment that her initiation into lust was complete. There would be no turning back now. Once she freely ate of the forbidden fruit of Mona's pussy, the last hold of her father on her conscience would dissolve forever. She opened her mouth wide and sucked up a mouthful of hairy wet pussy.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh, God!" Mona wailed. "Feels so great! Yeahhhhh! Eat my pussy! Suck my clit!"
Sheila's mouth went wild. She caught the girl's fluttering clit between her teeth and gently gnawed it.
"Eeeeeee!" Mona squealed. "Beautiful! Eat me!"
Sheila drove her tongue up Mona's cunt, and the hot spongy walls clamped around it and throbbed. She twirled her tongue and licked out the young girl's dripping pussy. Then she nabbed the girl's quivering clit once more and tweaked it with her tongue as she held it between her teeth. At the same moment, Mona trapped Sheila's squirming clit and tongued it mercilessly.
Both girls whined like she-cats in heat, their bodies trembling as hard as their clits. They mashed their tits against each other's naked bellies. They clamped their slippery thighs around each other's heads. They squirmed together in an embrace of pure lust and pleasure. Within a minute, they screamed together as mutual orgasmic spasms churned through their loins and their pussies gushed like fountains. Their ecstatic bodies jerked and shivered. Muffled, whimpering cries came from between their clamped thighs. Sheila thought she was losing her mind.
It was like the end of the world-everything crumbling around her in one final catastrophe. Sheila nearly laughed, joyful with the sense of total giving, of total annihilation. She crushed Mona against her and sucked, sucked the girlsap from Mona's loins, sucked Mona's very soul into her own. The spasms were excruciatingly beautiful.
It felt to Sheila that Mona's head was buried inside her, shoved right up her spasming twat. It felt as if Mona's tongue and lips were licking and nibbling in the depths of her loins. The intensity of Sheila's spasms reached a peak. This was ecstasy. She saw a flash of light, then all faded into darkness.
The next thing Sheila knew, she was lying on a soft mattress, her head resting on a warm arm. Mona's naked thigh and flank pressed against her own, and Mona's arm rested under her head.
"About time you woke up," Mona said with a teasing tone. "You've been out five minutes. You must have really felt good."
Sheila nodded, too relaxed to speak.
"You're some hot cunt!" Mona said.
"Christ, I never thought you'd be so wild. And, you know, you've got a honeycomb for a pussy. I'll eat your pussy any day."
Sheila smiled. "Yes," she finally managed to whisper. This pbst-orgasmic bliss was heavenly.
"Did you like it?" Mona asked, an expectant tone in her voice. "I mean, some chicks just don't go for pussy. But you liked it-right?"
"It was great," Sheila whispered.
Mona gave Sheila's tit a loving squeeze. "Beautiful knockers! I bet I'll have knockers like these some day. What do you think?"
"Sure," Sheila answered. "I'm sure you will." She laughed. "As long as the boys keep sucking on them, they're bound to get bigger."
"Or an experienced cunt-sucker like you," Mona added.
"Me? Experienced?" Sheila laughed.
"You can't fool me, honey," Mona said. "You suck cunt like you've been doing it all your life. Don't tell me you don't like tits and cunt just as much as cock and balls."
Sheila smiled. It was hopeless to argue with the young nympho. Besides, from what she'd just experienced, perhaps she would like tits and cunt as much as cock and balls.
"That was quite a clever trick you pulled on me," Sheila said.
Mona chuckled. "I'll never forget the look on your face when you saw it was me under that sheet instead of little Monty."
Sheila gave Mona's bush a sharp tug.
"Owieeee!" Mona whimpered. "Let go, or you ain't gonna get any cock tonight."
Sheila released Mona's black cunt-hair. "Cock? What do you mean?"
Mona winked. "I've got a little party planned. You and me and a few hot studs. It'll be fun. But if you wanna stay invited, you'll have to be good-maybe give me a tongue-bath, and then a good long ass-and-pussy suck."
What a conniving little she-devil! Sheila felt like giving her a spanking. But then, Mona would probably have an orgasm while she was being spanked.
"What hot studs are you referring to?" Sheila asked.
"Rodney, for one."
Sheila sighed. She felt herself blushing.
"Honey, you sure got the hots for him," Mona said. "But at this party you're gonna have to share him with me, and you're really gonna have to put out to satisfy the other guys. I mean, you might not even survive, if you know what I mean."
"Survive?" Sheila shook her head.
"Right, honey. I mean, four stiff dicks might be more than you can handle. Brian, Tad and Timmy will want a piece of your sweet ass, too."
"Timmy?" The little whore even knew that angel. "How well do you know Timmy?"
"Well enough to know what he did with you last night!" Mona smirked. "And now that you broke him in, I'm gonna get me a taste of his stiff cock tonight. I'm gonna enjoy that. I've been waiting for that skinny stud for a long time."
Sheila felt hot. "How did you find out about Timmy and me?" she demanded to know.
"Cool it, honey. You see, Timmy and Tad are like this." She held up two crossed fingers. "And Tad and me are like this, too. Timmy blabbed to Tad, and Tad blabbed to me. Very simple. Nothing to have a heart attack about."
Sheila shook her head. "You're too much, Mona-just too much!"
"Right, honey. Now, how about that tongue-bath? You can start with my toes."
Sheila sucked up Mona's wiggling toes, just as Mona had sucked up Rodney's toes on that fateful night just a few days ago when this whole crazy dream had begun. As she moved on to the girl's other foot, then up her legs and over the rest of her naked body, Sheila reviewed all the scenes of the past days in her mind. They were all too good to be true, and yet they were-more true, perhaps, than anything she'd experienced in all her prior twenty-three years.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck, I'm coming!" Mona whined, writhing in ecstasy as Sheila sucked her pussy.
At that moment, the doorbell rang, followed by shouting and wild pounding downstairs.
Sheila leapt to her feet, her face dripping with Mona's fresh pussy-juice. She charged down the stairs, leaving Mona behind her still wriggling with orgasm.
Sheila's heart fluttered. Her pussy quivered. Visions of her four young studs flashed before her eyes. She heard them now, whooping and laughing just outside the door. They were waiting for her! She flung the door open.
