The psychological effects of rape are always devastating, especially if the rape occurs at an early age in sexual development, i.e., before the experience can be fully understood by the victim. The pain, suffering, and confusion resulting from the brutality of a sex-crazed rapist can easily alter the developing psyche of a child, changing forever the course of her adult life. The effects on the psyche of brutal rape at an early stage of sexual development are often manifested in later life in the form of unconventional sexual behavior.
Unconventional sexual behavior is always rewarded in modern society with misunderstanding. Unconventional sexual behavior, therefore, often brings with it great pain and suffering. This suffering is particularly tragic when it is the result of subconscious drives that blot out the more conventional urges that motivate the mass of society. And yet for some, for the troubled few, unconventional sexual behavior is the only possible outlet for their sexual passions. The story you are about to read is the story of one such person whose life is guided by unconventional sexual desires.
Miss Melanie Terrell, an outwardly pristine ninth grade English teacher, hides within her a terrible secret, a secret desire for young boys as sexual partners. It is revealed that Miss Terrell, at age thirteen, was the victim of a brutal rape, an experience which left her afraid to engage in sexual activities with men her own age. At thirty-five years of age, Miss Terrell considers herself much too old to allow herself to be swept away by the flood of her passions. But the rushing waters rise over her head when the boy next door, sixteen-year-old Randy Dennis, attempts to seduce her.
Resisting his advances but excited powerfully by him, she turns her attentions toward Randy's younger brother, Lonnie. She seduces the boy and engages in abandoned sexual activities with him. They are discovered in the act by Danny and David, the precocious Dennis twins, who at age thirteen already have designs on Miss Terrell. She engages in sexual activities with them too in a night of depraved sexual gymnastics.
Later, unable to keep their secret, Lonnie, David and Danny inform their older brother of Miss Terrell's secrets. He approaches her again, more secure now and refusing to be repulsed. She lets him do with her as he wishes, unable any longer to resist her powerful sexual urges. Later a get-together with the Dennis boys is planned at their summer cottage in the country while their parents are away on business.
Melanie enjoys her abandoned sexual free-for-all with the four boys, engaging in all manner of sexual activities with them. They are discovered at poolside by their parents, who have arrived unexpectedly, having planned all along to use the short vacation as a means of getting away from the family and having a weekend of sex at the cottage. The intense attachment of Ellen Dennis for Melanie does not permit her to be angry at her discovery. Instead she and her husband Bob join the activities, reveling in an afternoon of incestuous sex.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Melanie Terrell stared at the bulge of Randy Dennis' hard-on, her hot cunt quivering with excitement, her face flushed, her breathing hard to control. The sexy sixteen-year-old boy had raised that erection just for her and she knew it. She couldn't help staring at the thick thing that extended at least eight inches down the leg of the kid's tight Levi's. His hard cock seemed to get thicker and longer the longer Melanie stared at it. He opened his legs wider to let her have a better look, opening the area of his crotch to her excited gaze. She flinched when she saw his strong young legs opening and a grin spreading over his boyishly handsome face. She squirmed in her seat, hoping that nobody would look up and see her reaction to Randy's teasing. It was no way for a thirty-five-year-old schoolteacher to behave in front of her ninth grade English class, she knew. But what could she do? The boy had her in a sexual trance and there was no escaping his power.
Randy Dennis was one of the most sexually active kids in Martsville High and one of the most attractive even at his tender age. Melanie had pieced together a fairly accurate portrait" of the boy and his sexual drives from snippets of gossip she had heard around school. He was her next door neighbor, too, which gave her further insight into his character and which made his assault on her even more embarrassing for her.
Randy had been trying to turn her on for a long time, for several months in fact. Melanie was no fool as far as sexual intentions were concerned. She knew perfectly well that young Randy had the hots for her, although she honestly didn't know why. How could a boy so young have hot feelings for a woman old enough to be his mother? Melanie knew that she had been beautiful once, more beautiful than anyone else she had known. She knew that men had chased her all her life, even though she had wanted nothing to do with them. She knew that they had chased after her until every man in Martsville had been informed in no uncertain terms that Miss Melanie Terrell was not and would not be available for sex, love, feminine companionship, or any combination of the afore mentioned. And her coldness had been effective.
But was she still the sexy Melanie who had once attracted and excited half the men in town? She wondered, wondered seriously. She knew that her concern was silly since she had never consciously used her cock-stiffening beauty to advantage. But she wondered nevertheless. And she wondered whether perhaps she had forced herself to accept too low an opinion of her own feminine attractiveness, an attractiveness that she was seriously afraid had withered through the years. Perhaps if her hot-cocked young admirer in the front-row really found her as exciting as he apparently did she might still be the beauty she had once been. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might have some self re-evaluation to do. And perhaps it was long overdue.
Melanie had resisted all attempts to seduce her, had resisted all attempts to put her into the position of having to accept a man's advances even when those advances had been quiet and considerate. She could not, and would not, have feelings for men. And she had good reason for her apparent coldness, at least her tortured subconscious told her that she had good reason. Melanie had suffered once at the hands of a male animal and was not about to suffer again. She had been cruelly ravished by a man who had taken her virginity and destroyed her self-respect at a tender age. That man had vented upon her his driving desire for raw brutal sex, a cruel carnality that her pain had made her believe was shared by all males.
But even though Melanie had denied her admirers access to her body there was no denying her own burning desires. Melanie Terrell was and had always been sexually responsive and sensually alive, in spite of herself. Her pussy burned with the same passions that ignited the cunts of other women and her desire for sex was just as strong and all pervading. But she was terribly afraid of sex with men and her fear was stronger than her sexual urges.
She still remembered the terrible experience that had closed her mind to the idea of fucking even though she desired hot sex more than anything else in her life. She remembered it as if it had happened only the night before. It came to her in nightmares and it came to her during her waking hours whenever her mind wandered, far from the protection of her day to day duties. She remembered that night even now as she closed her eyes in an effort to avoid looking into Randy's glittering eyes.
Melanie was thirteen at the time, as pretty and fresh a girl as anyone knew. She was open and friendly, not having experienced anything in life but happiness. Her family was wealthy and her parents loving although quite strict. She had nothing to fear from life and it was her total trust in people that led her into the terror-filled night of her rape.
She was walking along all alone that night, carrying home a package for her mother from the corner drugstore. Nothing dangerous ever happened in Boland and her mother was not afraid to send her out at night on errands. But tonight would be different. Melanie thought she head a sound behind her when she stepped out of the ring of light cast by the last streetlamp on the block before hers. She turned around expecting to see one of her neighbors. Instead she found herself face to face with the meanest-looking man she had ever seen. He was as big as a house and his face was shrouded in shadows. She stopped, not out of fear exactly but out of curiosity, and the man walked toward her. He appeared menacing when he got closer to her and she began to feel the first surges of fear. The rough looking man smiled down at her with a dirty twinkle in his eye. He wasn't any older than her daddy, she guessed, although he didn't look anything like him. The man wasn't exactly ugly but he sure looked mean.
"What's your name, little girl?" the rough voice asked.
"Melanie." she replied, having been taught to be polite at all times.
"Melanie, would you like to see something you've never seen before?" the big man asked.
"Well ... Well...." Melanie stumbled.
"Sure you would." the man said. "You'll like what I've got to show you. Besides, I'll give you all the money I've got in my pocket if you'll come with me."
"All the money in your pocket? Really?" Melanie asked, realizing how many ice cream cones she could buy.
"Every penny." he said, reaching into his pocket and jangling his change.
Melanie's grandfather had always given her all the money in his pocket when he had come to visit. In fact he had always reached into his pocket and jangled his change just the way this stranger did. Perhaps there was nothing to be afraid of after all. And besides, she was getting curious about the mysterious thing he had to show her.
"Come with me down this alley." the big man said, jangling his change again.
He took Melanie's hand and led her down the alley until they were in the dark. He led her between two huge brick incinerators behind two old brick houses backed her up against the wall of one of the incinerators. He stood in front of her, his legs spread wide. He reached out and put his hand against her soft warm cheek. His hand felt hot and rough against her face. He let his fingers brush over her pretty little lips. She tried to move her head but he held her with his other hand. She didn't know now whether or not she liked this big stranger.
"You sure do have pretty lips, little girl. What was your name again, dear?" he asked.
"Melanie ... I want to go home." she said, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Oh, don't be afraid, Melanie dear. I'm not as mean as I look." the man said. "Here, take this." he added, reaching into his pocket and taking out a handful of change.
He put the change in her hand but she dropped it at her feet. All she wanted now was to be home with her mommy and daddy. But the man seemed to want to keep her there. She was beginning to shake with fear. The big man pushed her up against the brick wall and held her there with his rough hand on her delicate shoulder. Then he told her not to move a muscle. His voice was meaner now, meaner and more dangerous, deep and dark. She didn't dare disobey him now.
The big stranger laughed and reached down in front of his body. He grinned at the little girl and started to unzip his fly. Melanie stared in rapt attention. She had never seen anyone do that before. When her daddy did something like that he always went into another room and she had no brothers. She was curious to see what would happen next. Was he going to pee? In front of her? It was impossible. She couldn't believe it. What would her mommy think when she told her all about this nasty man?
But the nasty man was going to do more than pee, she soon discovered. He unzipped his pants and reached inside for a second. Melanie's eyes grew big when she saw what he had to show her. He whipped out a big, thick banana-shaped thing. He held it in his hand and shook it at her. He peeled back the skin on the thick end of it and a thick reddish-purple mushroom-shaped thing appeared. She was amazed. Was that what her daddy's pee-pee looked like? She was still afraid of the man but at least now she was interested again.
"This is my cock, Melanie." the man said. "Do you like it? Would you like to feel it, honey?"
Melanie didn't want to feel it. But the man reached out and took her hand in his. He brought her hand over the big thing and let it drop. She felt the incredible heat of the man's huge penis surging up through her hand. She also began to feel the thing moving as if it had a life of its own. The thing started to get hard, thickening and growing by the minute. She could see the man's pisser even in the dark shadows that surrounded them. The man made her close her little hand around the thick shaft of his cock. She felt it jerking and swelling, felt the thick thing pounding with blood. The man made her move her hand up and down over his dick, which soon stuck straight out in front of him.
After she had let him move her hand for a minute or two he took her other hand and made her search around inside his fly. She didn't know what he expected her to find there. Eventually she felt a big hot thing down between his legs, hanging loosely beneath the shaft of his big pee-pee. She thought the mass of hot flesh was one object at first. When she closed her hand around it she found that it was really two egg-shaped things inside a hairy, wrinkled sack or something. The things inside the sack seemed to move all by themselves as if they, like the man's hard pee-pee, had a life of their own.
"Those are my balls, Melanie. Squeeze them. Not too tight! There that's right. Do you like my balls?" the man asked, reaching out to feel her cheek again.
Melanie didn't answer the man. Instead she puckered up her little lips and began to cry. There seemed to be something wrong with all this. She wanted nothing to do with the powerful man or his hard pee-pee. Why did he want her to touch him there anyway? What was the purpose of it? He didn't need her to help him pee. And besides, he wasn't peeing anyway. He was just standing there in front of her grunting and feeling her cheeks. She wanted to go home.
"I want to go home!" she cried, stamping her foot. "I want to go home to my mommy! Let me go!"
"You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you!" the man glowered at her. "Get your hand back on my cock, girl!"
The man put his fingers around Melanie's throat and squeezed. She tried to scream but he squeezed even harder, his hard fingers choking the life out of her. He told her to shut her mouth. She obeyed but still could not fight back the tears that poured from her eyes. He held his hand at her throat while she put her hand back on his arching cock and made the same motions he had showed her how to make. He seemed quieter while she was doing that to him, as if that could save her from greater harm at his hands. But he wasn't satisfied with that for very long.
"Bend down and put your mouth on it!" he ordered in his roughest voice.
"No ... No ... I don't want to...." Melanie cried.
"Do it or I'll kill you, girl!" he roared. "If you want to see your mommy and daddy again, you'll do what you're told. Now suck my cock! Suck it, you little bitch! Suck the fucking thing!"
He grabbed her by the back of the neck and bent her down over the shaft of his rod. When her face was only an inch or two away from it, she opened her tear-filled eyes and stared at the big purple head of his pee-pee. She had never seen anything like it. It had an eyelike opening in the end of it. It was tight and glistening in the moonlight and it looked as hot as it felt. She noticed as she stared at it that a drop of crystal-clear fluid had started to ooze from the tip of the head of it. The drop ran down into a crevice that seemed to form two halves of the thing.
She felt the hand at the back of her neck forcing her face even closer to the man's cock. Soon her lips were brushing against the head of his hard cock. She tried to resist but the man squeezed the back of her neck until she felt pain. He pushed her toward him, at the same time thrusting out his hips and forcing the head of his cock between her pretty little lips. She felt the flesh of his turgid dick-head pressing up against her teeth. It felt powerful and as big as a purple plum.
"Kiss it! Kiss my cock!" the man grumbled. "Kiss my cock like a nice little girl!"
She couldn't resist the pressure on the back of her neck. She pursed her lips and planted a dry kiss on the head of the stranger's angry cock. She hated doing such a thing but there was nothing she could do. She kissed it again and again. She felt him forcing her face down along the rock-hard curve of his jerking cock, felt him forcing her to kiss his cock-shaft from the head to the root and back again. Why did he like that so much, she wondered.
"Now lick it! Lick my fucking prick! Lick my prick with your thirteen-year-old tongue, little girl! Lick it good! I'm hot for it, baby!" the man ordered.
Melanie had to obey. She opened her pretty mouth and stuck out her tongue. She hesitated at first and then started flicking her tongue aimlessly over the head of the child-molester's cock. She tasted the salty fluid that oozed from the little slit in the end of the man's cock. It was hot and salty and very slippery on her tongue. She didn't mind the taste of it all that much but she hated the way he made her suck the stuff up. He was so mean and heartless, so rough and dangerous that she could have died of fear. And yet there was no escape, no escape at all. She had to do what he forced her to do to him, even though she really didn't know why he wanted her to do these things to him.
"Suck the. shaft of the fucking thing!" she heard the man say.
She did as she was told, pursing her lips and sucking at the skin on the shaft of his cock. She sucked all the way down to the rough curly hair beneath his fly. She sucked until his pelvis began to move in and out, as if he were forcing his pee-pee into something. She felt his cock-shaft rubbing against her soft cheeks as he sawed it in and out against her face. He was getting terribly excited, she knew. But why?
"Suck it! Suck my dick, you little cunt! Put it in your mouth! Do it!" the stranger roared.
She had to obey again. She opened her little mouth wide and tried to take the bobbing head of his cock into her little face. But it was much too big, she thought. She tried again but could not get it into her mouth. The big thing was almost the size of a little girl's fist, much too big to fit in her face.
"Get it in there!" the man growled. "I can't!" Melanie cried. "It's too big!"
"All right, cunt! I'll just have to put it somewhere else then."
Melanie screamed once when she felt his hands squeezing her arm and forcing her to her knees. She didn't have a chance to scream again. She heard her dress tearing. She felt a piece of cloth tight against her mouth, and in a minute she had been gagged, the piece of her dress knotted tight against the back of her head, the material stifling her screams. She felt her dress being ripped to shreds, felt her soft skin burning where the material of her dress was torn from her body. What was left of her garment was pulled over her head and thrown into the incinerator. She was wearing only her undergarments now. She shivered with fear. She felt her underwear being forced down around her feet. In a minute she was naked.
She felt the man's hand on her leg, moving up and up until his fingers were brushing against the secret place at the juncture of her young legs. She tried to break free of his grasp again when she felt his fingers between her legs. It was such a strange feeling! Even her mother didn't put her fingers there. And she had been getting such peculiar feelings there lately, feelings that she had never had before. The man stopped her before she had a chance to run away. She felt the sharp sting of his hard fingers against her cheeks.
She was up against the brick wall now, her soft delicate flesh pressing up against the roughness of the wall, her delicate young body naked and exposed to the man's exploration. She felt tiny and alone. She felt the man's hands roving over her legs, over her belly, over her tiny breasts, over her shoulders. She felt his hot hands playing with the thing between her young legs, felt his fingers opening and closing the outer lips of her sensitive maidenhood. She tried to wriggle free, tried too, to close her legs to him, tried to clamp her legs together. He only seemed to enjoy her resistance, spurred on by it, incensed by it.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, little bitch. You ever been screwed? I guess not, you little cunt. But you're going to get it now, baby! I'm about to give you a taste of cock that you'll never forget. I'm going to take your cherry!" the rapist moaned.
Helpless Melanie suddenly felt the burly man's hairy body crushing up against her. He had dropped his pants to the ground and had opened his shirt. He pressed up against with no regard at all for her comfort. She was terrified and lost. She felt the rod of his iron-hard cock rubbing up against her belly, wetting it all over with his slippery pre-cum. She felt him press his cock down between her quivering young legs. She felt the head of the huge monster being forced against the pouting lips of her precious and untouched pussy. She had only touched herself there when she went to the toilet, and then only when necessary. But now this strange man was touching her there with his own big thing. She was ashamed beyond belief.
She screamed when she felt the thick fist-sized head of the man's monster push its way into her tight young cunny. She wished the whole neighborhood could hear her scream of pain and fear, but she was tightly gagged and nobody heard her at all. She trembled with pain when she felt her tiny hymen breaking when he banged his dick into her tender passage. The searing fire surged through her from head to toe. It was quick, this pain, but it was terrible. When the pain disappeared she was conscious of the sensation of fullness between her legs, as if there was something huge inside her very body. She looked down and saw the mean rapist had actually inserted his huge cock all the way up her little belly.
The man was not content to just leave it inside her, either. He began moving back and forth, sawing his hard cock back and forth inside the little girl's vagina. Melanie felt something like blood trickling out of her tightly stretched cunny. She wondered why he was doing that to her, wondered why he was rocking back and forth on his heels. He made her move with each thrust he made. It was not long before another sensation began to make itself known to Melanie for the first time, a sensation of the most intense pleasure imaginable.
Melanie felt what seemed to be tingling electrical shocks, shocks that were not shocks at all, shocks that were indescribable. She had never felt such surging tingles before. They seemed to radiate from a point in her young pussy and spread up her belly like fires. And the longer the man worked his red-hot cock inside her, the more intense those sensations became. They made her legs tremble and her hips gyrate. It was almost too much for her to resist. She hated and feared the horrible man who had impaled her with his hot cock but at the same time she needed him to keep the sensations rising in her cunt. She realized eventually that it was the friction of his arching cock on that little turgid bud of flesh in her cunt that made her feel so excited between her legs. It was quite a discovery.
But the mean man didn't seem to care whether he was making her feel great pleasure or not. All he seemed to care about was his own pleasure, which was increasing by the minute. His thrusts became harder and shorter, faster and faster. Melanie was actually lifted up off the ground by his jerking cock-shaft. The pain was beginning to return, too, beginning to tear at her insides. His cock was just too big for her to take for very long pounding away inside her young body. She felt the intense and peculiar pleasure in her pussy, but it was overshadowed by the pain in her cunt and the fear of this nasty man.
Suddenly, when the man's thrusts were coming hard and fast, he froze stiff and grunted. His arching cock stuck up straight inside her belly and pressed hard against the soft walls of her young vagina. He lifted her young body up off the ground and held her shoulders in a strong and painful grip. He crushed his lips against Melanie's and sucked at her. What was happening to him, she wondered. Then a very strange thing happened inside her, two very strange things in fact.
First of all she felt a sudden flash of indescribable pleasure surging from her violated young vagina all the way up her belly and burning into her brain. It was a flash of pleasure that she would never forget. Even in the midst of her terrible pain and degradation it was a beautiful feeling. It melted her insides, made her feel warm all over, made her tense young frame relax. She heard herself whimpering as the flash coursed through her. She wondered if the mean man felt her body relax, wondered what had caused her sudden surge of hot pleasure. And then the second strange thing happened.
She suddenly felt what seemed to be gallons of some hot stuff shooting up inside her belly. At first she thought the dirty man was peeing up inside her cunny. But the feeling was more like a series of quick blasts of something inside her. The blasts kept coming and coming and while they came the man was still and tense. His eyes were shut tightly and his body was hard against her. She felt his hairy muscles pressing against her, felt his hairy groin pressing up against her hairless cunt. He seemed to like whatever it was that was happening to him. She wondered if he was feeling the same thing she felt a second ago. And when the shooting inside her had stopped she felt the man relax just as she had earlier. It was a strange experience for a little girl, one that she could never forget.
The man wasn't through with her yet, however. She felt his huge cock getting softer inside her belly, felt it slipping out through the tight orifice between her thirteen-year-old legs. And when he had slipped out of her she couldn't help staring down in front of her at his pee-pee. The big thing hung down in front of him, limp and hot-looking. He spread his hairy muscular legs as if to show her his soft organ. She noticed that it was dripping thick milk-white stuff that made long strands as it fell to the ground from the tip of his purple-headed cock. The stuff was oozing out of her pussy too, oozing out in thick rivulets and dripping down her naked, smooth legs. She wondered what the stuff was, but was too terrified and hurt to do anything to satisfy her curiosity.
The man detected her interest and reached down between her legs, smoothing his big, callused hand over her hairless naked cunt. He wiped up the stuff that dripped out of her recently violated pussy and put it to her lips. She resisted at first but he slapped her across the face and made her do what he wanted. She was still gagged and so could not open her mouth very wide. He made her kiss his fingers. She tasted the nutty-salty tasting thick fluid from his fingers. He covered her lips with thick sticky stuff. He rubbed it all over her young face, making it mingle with the tears that still ran from her frightened eyes.
"That's my fucking cum, little cunt!" the man growled. "That's my goddamn sperm. Comes out of my goddamn nuts, baby! Like it? Like .the fucking taste of my sperm, little girl? You better like it, bitch! You're gonna have a lot more men shoot that stuff up your cunt and into your little mouth before you grow up! They're gonna fuck you just like I am, cunt! So you'd better not forget this night, little girl! I'm not gonna let you forget it!" he roared, slapping her terrified face again and again.
Melanie saw between slaps that the man's pee-pee was rising again. The harder he hit her the higher his thing rose up. It filled out and began to jerk and throb down between his hairy legs. Melanie was not only hurt and afraid, but she was giving up hope, too. There was nothing she could do to escape him, no one she could call to for help. She was lost. She was on the brink of unconsciousness. Her face hurt terribly from the slaps he was showering her with. Her entire body ached and throbbed with pain.
She suddenly became conscious of a new pain, a pain in her butt. She realized that she had been turned around, her face pressed up against the brick wall, her sensitive skin scratching against the rough brick. The man had put his big cock against the crack of her little ass. He had pushed his cock-head up tightly against the puckered ring of her anus, had made his fist-sized cock-head go inside her tiny asshole. The pain he caused her was terrible, too terrible to bear. She felt a searing fire burn through her from behind. Combined with the general pain his vicious rape had caused her it was too much to take. She saw a blinding flash of light when he thrust his rock-hard organ into her, and she passed at, slumping to the ground, held up only by the cock in her little ass.
Melanie almost screamed inside as she remembered the night of her horrid rape. It was too awful to think about even twenty-two years later. It had ruined her life more or less. She remembered coming to consciousness in a hospital bed the next day with her parents and the doctor hovering over her, looking concerned and even frightened. They had another look on their faces, too, a look that Melanie only later realized was a look of shame, deep and irradicable shame.
She hadn't been seriously hurt by the rapist, although she had spent several days in the hospital recuperating. She might even have recovered from the shock and inner pain that the cruel rape had caused her had her parents not been so deeply affected by her ravishment. Unfortunately they had been more ashamed and crushed by the entire experience than Melanie herself had. They were so crushed in fact by the publicity that had to spread through the small town of Boland that they decided that they had to leave town never to return. They pulled up roots in the small town and moved to Martsville, several states away.
The sudden loss of all of her hometown friends was enough to hurt any little girl at such a tender age. But she suffered in many other ways too from the after effects of the brutal rape. Her parents were to blame in many ways for her suffering. They felt it necessary to drill her constantly in the ways of resisting the temptation to be loose with her morals. After a while she came to realize that now that she had lost her virginity she was destined to be a loose slut if she ever once succumbed to the temptation that she knew would be with her always. She had to resist all the men who would try to get into her well-filled pants. And try they did.
Her loss of virginity did nothing to her crotch-grabbing beauty. She grew more beautiful day by day until she was the sexiest honeypot in town. And all the boys knew how mind-boggling her beauty was, even though she tried to hide it by dressing down. They were always after her body, these boys who had only one thing on their minds.
They were after her pretty ass in high school and when she went off to college. But she had managed to resist them, had managed to preserve her self-respect, the self-respect that had become for her a sort of artificial virginity.
But Melanie's pussy, although it was beyond the reach of men, was as hot and fresh as any other young cunt. She burned with the same passion for sex as any other young woman. She was afraid to be hurt again by a man and would not allow any man near her. But she dreamed of sex nevertheless and had come to vent her pent-up sexual tensions by masturbating with an electric dildo. But her dildo, even though she had learned to depend on it, was a poor excuse for a flesh and blood cock, she knew. And there was more to her sexual frustration than her fear of men.
Melanie Terrell had developed through the years not only a fear of men but an undeniable desire for young boys. She was afraid of men her own age or slightly younger and absolutely terrified of men even slightly older than she was. She was afraid that big men might treat her roughly and make her remember the pain of her violent rape as a mere child. She knew that her fears were silly and unnecessary. She was an intelligent and self-analyzing woman who could usually come to an understanding of her inner drives. But her fear simply would not vanish even under the cold light of introspection.
She loved young boys, loved them and desired them. She realized that her desire was abnormal and had to be submerged, not because it was particularly bad in a moral sense but because the local people simply would not tolerate a teacher in their midst who seduced their young boys. She realized too that she loved boys because they were essentially innocent, at least more innocent than men her age who had tasted sex and had uncontrollable urges that might hurt her. But boys were more tender, she thought, even though some of them seemed to share the sexual urges that other men apparently felt for her. It was those boys she tried to avoid and had managed to avoid all her teaching career.
There were times when her desire for young boys filled her with such horniness that she could hardly resist it. There were times when teaching high school was almost too much for her to take. There were so many handsome young boys in her classes, so many kids who were in their sexual primes or on the brink of their young manhood. And when these boys tried to interest her in them as they invariably did she felt herself almost succumbing to temptation. Sometimes she felt like raping her classroom boys. She dreamed about them, more and more frequently the older she became. She imagined their bodies, imagined their young sexual organs, imagined taking their cocks in her mouth, imagined holding their bodies, imagined examining them in great and loving detail. And her imagination fed the hot fires of her burning lust.
At the moment her greatest temptation was sitting in the front row in the form of Randy Dennis. She had closed her eyes while she relived her terrible nightmare of rape and degradation.
And now that her thoughts were on more recent sexual problems she had to keep her eyes closed even more tightly. The thought of Randy's excitingly developed young body was burning into her like a hot poker. She wanted him more than anything else in the world. And she feared him more than anything else in the world. He was too aggressive and too much on her mind. He had about him a dangerous aura. It was as if he knew as well as she did that they would be inevitably drawn together in some mysterious and taboo way. It was an unsettling thought at best and one that n ade her dizzy. She dared not look at him, dared not let her eyes fall to the hard thickness of his displayed sex. She had to shut herself off from the rest of the world until he was safely out of the room. She waited for the buzzer to sound the end of the last class period of the day, waited for the buzzer to bring an end to her embarrassment and misery. She was always waiting for something, she thought. It would only be a matter of time.
CHAPTER TWO
When the buzzer finally shattered her reverie she announced that class was dismissed without opening her eyes and without raising her head from the book in which she had buried her pretty face. She heard the students shuffling out of the room, losing no time since it was the last class of the day and since they all had better things to do than sit around in school. She waited until she was sure that everyone was out of the room before she opened her eyes and raised her head. When she opened her eyes she was shocked and amazed to see her young tormenter standing in front of her desk, his books in his arm and a dirty grin on his handsome smooth young face. She knew perfectly well that her shock was visible in her facial expression. Her face mirrored her emotions perfectly, a problem for a woman in her delicate position, a problem for a woman with something to hide.
"Uh ... Miss Terrell, I need some help." Randy said, looking down at her desk top and then quickly looking back up at her clear blue eyes.
She flinched when he looked her in the eye. She knew that he needed no help with his work. He was the brightest boy in her class and knew the material like the back of his hand. She knew what kind of help he was after, and it made her tremble inside. Her pussy was burning with desire for the boy. She wondered if her desire was visible on her face, wondered if the fire in her cunt showed in her clear eyes.
"What kind of help do you need, Randy?" she asked in a dry voice. "Don't you understand the assignment for tomorrow?"
"For tomorrow? Oh, you mean for Monday. Tomorrow's Saturday, Miss Terrell." the boy said.
"Well ... Yes ... That's right, tomorrow is Saturday. But what's your question, Randy?" she asked, somewhat flustered.
Melanie was always forgetting what day it was. Every day was the same for her, anyway, one big bore after another.
"Oh ... I don't know ... Oh, yeah. Let me see...." Randy said, drawing out his words as if to think of something.
"Do you have a question or don't you, Randy. If not, please leave." she snapped.
Melanie knew that her crossness was not going to get her out of this situation. She knew that Randy had been studying her for a long time and she knew that he saw through her facades and could predict her every action. It made her awfully nervous.
"Oh, yeah. I remember now, Miss Terrell. It's in Hamlet. Y'know that line where Hamlet says: 'Get thee to a nunnery.' Isn't that what he says, Miss Terrell?" Randy smiled.
Melanie was silent. She knew what was coming.
"Sure, that's it. Here. Right here, Miss Terrell. See." Randy said very slowly, teasingly.
He sat on the edge of her desk, crossing his legs and turning toward her. The proximity of his body to her was exciting her beyond belief. He looked down at her with an expression that melted her pussy. She closed her eyes for a second, trying in vain to escape the situation. When she looked up at him he grinned at her in a way that terrified her.
"Here it is, Miss Terrell." he continued, putting his Shakespeare on the desk and pointing to a line in it. " 'Get thee to a nunnery.' See? Now what I want to know is what is a nunnery, anyway? I know it's not a place where nuns live. That doesn't make any sense at all. So what is a nunnery?" he asked, grinning at her with a glitter in his clear young eyes.
"Well, a nunnery is...." Melanie stuttered.
"Yes, Miss Terrell? I really would like to know." he continued, watching her carefully for her reaction.
"Don't you already know what a nunnery is?" she asked, knowing perfectly well that he was trying to embarrass her.
"Well, I might know." he drawled. "Somebody told me a nunnery was kind of a ... Well, you don't mind if I say the word do you?"
Melanie gritted her teeth and prepared for the worst.
"Somebody told me that a nunnery was the same as a whorehouse. Is that true, Miss Terrell?" he asked, moving closer to her, his grin spreading over his face.
"I suppose it is, Randy." she whispered, her voice failing her.
"Well, that's really something, Miss Terrell. How 'bout that. You mean those guys way back then used to go to whorehouses, too! Goddamn!" Randy laughed, slapping his hand on the desk top for emphasis.
"Please!" Melanie snapped.
"What's the matter, Miss Terrell? It's just history, isn't it? I mean those guys must've had hard-ons, too. They must've had to fuck somebody!" he said, uncrossing his legs and letting his feet rest on the floor.
Melanie couldn't believe what was happening to her. The boy was wantonly displaying his hard organ for her now. She couldn't keep her eyes off it, couldn't keep her gaze from falling between his spread legs and resting on his bulging crotch. The boy was remarkably well-developed for his sixteen years. His legs were long and heavily muscled, his shoulders broad and his stomach tight and lean. She was amazed at the control he had over himself. He was sitting there with his hard erection jerking down his pants leg. His breathing was slow and controlled, his voice calm and his eyes carefully observing her reactions, which were anything but controlled.
She knew perfectly well that the boy was aware of the powerful effect he was having on her. He was so close to her, so virile and so excited. It was more than she could resist. She felt her cunt heating up, felt her pussy moistening, felt her clitoris tingling. She crossed her legs, trying to adjust herself to her nervousness and sexual excitement. But there was no hiding her passion. She tried to tear her horny eyes away from the boy's crotch, tried to turn her attention away from the cock she had desired for so long, ever since the boy had moved into her neighborhood two years before.
"Yeah, Miss Terrell. I guess those guys way back then got horny too a lot. Of course they had a 'nunnery' to go to for their fucking. Around Martsville there's no whorehouse, understand? And us guys get horny, too." Randy said, his words searing into her mind, making her legs quiver and her cunt tingle.
Melanie felt herself losing the battle.
"Like me, for instance. See, I've got this fuckin' hard-on right now, and there's nothing I can do to get it down except jack off. Know what I mean?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "Yeah, Miss Terrell, I think you know what I mean. You know who raised this hard-on?"
Melanie shook her head absentmindedly. She didn't want to respond to him, didn't want him to know that she was even listening to his dirty language or the obscene suggestions he seemed to be making. But she could not help herself. She shook her head and waited for his next remark.
She felt her cunt wetting the crotch of her panties.
"You raised this big old hard-on, Miss Terrell! You did it all by yourself. Sure! Of course you probably didn't do it on purpose. But, shit, Miss Terrell, you make a lot of the guys around here as hard as hell. It's a shame, too. I mean, it's a shame that you just make 'em hard and leave 'em to jack off like that." Randy said, teasing her with every word.
"I didn't ... I didn't mean to...." she heard herself say.
"Oh shit, I know you didn't mean to. But hell, Miss Terrell, you did it anyway! You make me as hard as a rock. I like your body, lady. Sure! You've got a great body, built real nice. Nice tits, nice ass, great legs." he said, reaching out and putting his hot young hand on her knee. "Too bad you have to wear such long dresses and such high-necked dresses. It's a shame to hide what you've got!"
Apparently noting that Melanie was no longer in any condition to resist him, the boy reached out with his other hand and dropped it on her breast. She felt his warm hand through the frilly material of her blouse. Her nipples stiffened and stood out beneath her garment just as she had always known they would if he ever touched her there. She felt her tits rubbing against the material of her blouse, exciting her breasts even further.
She looked down at the boy's rigid cock-bulge and saw that his pants were wet at the end of his cock where his dick had been oozing the pre-cum fluid she remembered so well. She wanted to reach out and touch him there, wanted to feel the thick jerking pole of flesh that stuck down his pants leg, wanted to knead the heavy young nuts that were bunched between his strong legs. She was ashamed of her reaction to him.
"You really like that, don't you, Miss Terrell. I knew you would. Girls always like it when a guy feels their tits. And you've got quite a pair. You ever had a guy feel your tits?" he asked, squeezing her breast through her blouse.
"N ... No ... No!" she forced herself to say, her voice dry and almost inaudible.
"You kiddin'?" Randy asked, a note of true incredulity in his voice. "You mean you never had a guy touch you there? Like it?"
Melanie wanted to open her blouse and expose her more than ample breasts to the boy. She wanted him to knead her tits and fondle them until she couldn't stand it. She wanted him to run his hands up and down over her huge globes, smoothing his fingers against the silken skin of her warm bosoms. She wanted him to bend over and kiss her there, wanted him to plant wet kisses over her breasts, wanted him to take her nipples in his mouth and suck her tits like a baby. She wanted all of this and more. But she was frozen with fear, hypnotized by his eyes, which burned with passion.
"Why don't you feel my dick, Miss Terrell? Why don't you just put your hand out and take a quick feel? Nothin' wrong with that, is there? Go ahead! You want it, and I want it. Nobody's gonna know! Go ahead and touch my hard-on. You're drivin' me nuts!" Randy whispered.
Melanie felt herself reaching out almost unconsciously in the direction of the boy's crotch. She had no control over her hand. She tried to draw it back but was unable to. She reached closer and closer until she could almost swear she felt the heat rising from his blood-filled young cock. She felt his hand roaming over her breasts, felt his fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She clamped her legs together as if to stifle the fire that blazed between them. His body was closer to her now, filling her with his virile presence.
"There. Just drop your hand on it." Randy whispered.
Melanie almost felt the swelling of his cock when she drew her hand back and gasped. Randy swung himself around and faced her full front. He put both feet on the seat of her chair, his legs spread, his crotch directly in front of her, his legs holding her a prisoner in her own classroom. His lusty hands were still on her massive breasts, his legs rubbing against her thighs. Something made her reach out again to feel his rod. Her fingers descended, inch by inch toward their taboo target. And then a knock at the door shattered the silence.
"Miss Terrell?" a voice called from outside in the hall.
Even Randy was upset by the intrusion, and rightly so. If anyone ever caught him doing such things to a teacher he would probably be expelled, even if the teacher in question really wanted him to seduce her. He swung around and jumped down from Miss Terrell's desk. Melanie sat up straight and straightened her dress. She buttoned the three or four buttons that Randy had managed to undo, her hands shaking. Randy adjusted his pants, trying to hide his dripping erection by changing his stance. It was impossible to hide the huge thing. He picked up his notebook and held it in front of his body.
"Ready to lock up now!" Mr. Barnes the janitor called, opening the door a crack. "You done in here?"
"Yes, Mr. Barnes ... I'm done...." Melanie coughed.
She knew that Mr. Barnes hadn't seen anything of Randy's attempts to seduce her, but she felt as though they had been caught in the act. Randy seemed to share that feeling, his face flushing, his hands gripping his notebook tightly. He gave Melanie a quick glance and strode out of the room, walking stiff-legged due to the thick organ that stuck down his leg. He brushed past the janitor and turned back to face Melanie at the last minute.
"I'll be seeing you again, Miss Terrell. I have some other ... questions." Randy grinned at the embarrassed Melanie.
Melanie sat there at her desk for a moment or two dumbfounded and unable to really believe what had just happened, or almost happened to her. In all her years of teaching young high school students, not one of them had been so brazen in their attempts to seduce her. Certainly many had had crushes on her in the usual harmless sense. And there had been many horny boys in her classes who had found her sexually attractive. Some of these boys had a habit of stiffening up in class and exposing their hard-ons to her. But none of them, at least in recent years, had made any actual effort to approach her. Perhaps, she thought, the changing times had something to do with Randy's boldness. Perhaps he had learned to go out and take whatever he wanted from life without worrying too much about the consequences. Perhaps he was the free spirit she had read about secretly in the underground newspapers and the like that she had occasionally confiscated from her pupils.
Realizing suddenly where she was, she shot up out of her seat and gathered her books and class papers about her and rushed out the door, almost knocking Mr. Barnes off his feet in the process. The old man stared down the hall after her.
"That's one delicious piece!" he muttered to himself.
Melanie went for a long walk in the park that afternoon instead of running straight home and going to work grading papers as she usually did. She had a lot of thinking to do. She was thirty-five years old now, a delicate age for any woman, especially for one who was starved for sex and love as she was. And she had to admit that she was indeed hungry for sex and love. She wanted nothing more than to be free of her inner fears and frustrations concerning sex. She wanted nothing more than to be free like almost everyone she knew, free to enjoy life and her body. Perhaps it was time now to cast off her fears and the pain that seemed to cover her like a shroud. Perhaps her life hadn't really ended the night of her brutal rape. Perhaps she could start living even now. The thought intoxicated her. She walked for hours through the town and even ventured out of town, walking down a country lane and sensing for the first time the reality of nature and the natural world.
She suddenly realized that she too was part of that natural world. She suddenly realized that she too had natural urges, natural fears and natural desires. Perhaps those fears and desires had been transmuted by her unnatural experience with the cruel man in the alley that night so long ago. Perhaps she could somehow, even now, get back in touch with the realities that had made her life perfectly enjoyable until her thirteenth year when her realities were shattered. Perhaps it wasn't such a dismal world after all. And perhaps Randy had opened that formerly forgotten world to her again. By the time night fell, she was brimming with joy.
It was quite late when she finally found herself home again. She had been lost for hours in her deep self-analysis. When she got home, the world seemed a much brighter place. She rested a moment or two after her long stroll and then went up to her room. She sat at her vanity and admired her face in the mirror. It was a lovely face, slightly pale with delicate rosy lips, all its contours molded firmly, easily flowing together. Her complexion was smooth and clear with a translucent quality that she was happy with. Her hair was blonde and beautiful, falling in deep full cascade of gold when she let her hair down, which was something she had only done in the privacy of her own bedroom.
She smiled at her reflection and threw her hair back behind her. No more stupid buns! She was not an old lady yet and she was not going to act the part any longer.
Melanie slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, letting it fall back over her shoulders and drop to the floor. She unsnapped her bra and threw it carelessly onto the bed. Her big bosoms stood out firm and proud before her. She admired her tits in the mirror. They were beauties, she knew, far better than most women's tits. She had always been proud of her voluptuous feminine charms, but proud in her own introverted way. As she assessed herself she slowly realized that she had no reason to be introverted at all. She was beautiful in all her parts.
She stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror on her closet door. It had been a long time since she had admired her body before the mirror, too long. She had almost forgotten how beautiful she was. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and threw the garment on the bed with her bra. She stood in her slippers now and her pantyhose. No wonder all the males had chased after so relentlessly, she thought. And her luscious beauty was still perfectly intact. Her breasts were still firm and out-thrust, almost obscenely out-thrust. Her thighs were still lush and luxuriously rounded, her long slender legs smooth beneath her honey-tinted pantyhose.
She turned in profile and crooked one leg playfully, pirouetting while she assessed her feminine charms. She admired the full curve of her finely moulded asscheeks. She reached down and grasped the halves of her luscious butt, feeling her hot flesh tremble slightly beneath her tight pantyhose. Then she slowly rolled the waistband of her pantyhose down over her lower belly, exposing her delicate pinkish flesh that seemed to glow with health and freshness. She rolled the flimsy garment down until the curly nest of her very light brown pubic hair emerged.
Melanie was almost but not quite blonde between her lovely legs. The golden hair that cascaded beautifully over her shoulders was naturally blonde. The light love hair on her pussy highlighted her soft delicate skin and accentuated the dip of her belly and thighs between her legs. She rolled the nylon of her hose down over her buttocks and down past her knees. She stepped out of the garment and threw it on the bed with the rest of her clothes. She stood before the mirror and began gently massaging her breasts. She stroked her gorgeous globes until her light brown nipples began to stiffen and stand out pertly. She felt strange little tingles deep down inside her breasts, tingles that seemed to travel all the way to her heart. She remembered that she had gotten the same feeling deep down inside her when young Randy had laid his impertinent hands on her breasts only hours before.
She realized that she would have to seek release from the passion that gripped her and held her body in a powerful embrace. Randy had caused her hot cunt to moisten and run with the fluids of passion. She hadn't wanted his advances at first, had been afraid of him until the last moment of their encounter. And yet her body had responded undeniably to him. She still burned between her long and lovely legs, burned with the fires of desire. Her clitoris tingled and seemed to ache. Her pussy-lips trembled and seemed to flutter. Her vaginal channel even seemed to move slightly as she thought about her experience in the classroom. She wanted the boy even now. She wanted him to be with her in her bedroom. She wanted his hot masculine body up against her, forcing her, persuading her, taking her. It would not be like it had been with the rapist in the alley, she knew now. It would be pure bliss.
Melanie had massaged her buxom treasures for a while and had let her hands slide down over her naked belly and down to the juncture of her full thighs. The tinglings in her cunt had grown more and more intense the closer her massaging fingers had gotten to her furry nest. She felt her pussy-lips moistening again, felt her clit growing hotter and hotter, felt her cunt begging for some attention. She knew that she would have to give her sex the attention it cried for. She dipped her hand between her legs. Still standing in front of the mirror she watched herself play with her wet cunt. She rubbed the soft palm of her hand up against the juicy flesh of her cunt. She felt the fluids of her hot desires wetting her hand with musky moisture.
She squeezed her legs together, imagining that it was a boy's hand' that had found her secret treasure, imagining that it was Randy Dennis' hand that tickled her cunt-lips. She began to manipulate the lips of her sweet sex, opening them and tickling the tiny bud of her clit. Each time she touched herself there she felt a shock shoot up inside her. It was a beautiful sensation and one she wanted to prolong. She slowly inserted her finger into her cunt, pretending that her finger was a cock, not the cock of the rapist who had hurt her so terribly but the cock of the young boy who had shown such interest in her only hours earlier. She hadn't seen Randy's cock, she realized, but she had seen enough of it through his tight Levi's to desire it inside her.
She inserted another finger and then another and another until most of her hand was inside her. She began moving her hand in and out, pretending it was a huge cock pounding with blood. Her fingers rubbed against her clitoris and sent waves of fire through her cunt. Her breasts heaved, her legs trembled, her eyes blazed with excitement. If only someone were with her! If only Randy was shoving his dick inside her! She had to have something inside her cunt besides her own hand. She had to have a cock. She knew that having a real flesh and blood cock inside her at the moment was out of the question. But she did have the next best thing. She did have a dildo for just such a purpose, a dildo that she had come to depend on in the past.
She kept the dildo in her dresser drawer on the other side of the room. With her cunt still dripping the secretions of her passion she strode stark naked over to her dresser. She froze in terror halfway across the room when she realized that her window was wide open and her curtain was drawn. She could have fainted with fright. She stood rooted to the spot for a second or two. She dashed to the window and pulled down the shade, holding her hands between her legs and trying to hide her exposed sexual anatomy. But she hesitated for a moment. What she saw in that moment almost made her faint again.
It was Randy, standing in his bedroom window and apparently staring at her. She had never realized that his bedroom was directly across from hers. She had always closed her curtains as soon as she went up for bed, and she had gone to bed early most of her life. Since Randy had always gone to bed after she had she had never even seen his light on in his room. But tonight she had broken her routine. Tonight she was not herself. She had left her window open completely by accident and had exposed herself to the boy's hungry gaze while she had played with herself before the mirror. She knew perfectly well that the boy could see her entire room, including her vanity where she had started undressing and the mirror where she had stood admiring her luscious body. He had seen all, and from what she knew about Randy he had taken note of it.
But there was something else about her discovery over her young neighbor's observations that unsettled her even more than her embarrassment. In the moment before she had pulled down the shade and fallen to her knees in disbelief she had noticed that the boy was naked. He was actually standing naked in front of his open window, or was he? Had she imagined it in her lust? Or was he really standing there naked with his hard cock jutting out in front of him? She had to know.
She quickly ran to the light switch and flicked off the light. The room was plunged into darkness. She sat on the floor before the window and tried to collect herself. Her cunt was excited and her mind was reeling. What she was about to do was dirty and depraved. But she was beyond herself with passion now. She would do anything now to satisfy her inner urges. She crawled over to her dresser and removed the big plastic dick. She flicked on the switch and heard the familiar humming that made the head of the thing vibrate. She went over to the window again and fell to her knees. She pushed the humming dildo between her legs and forced it against the tingling bud of her excited clitoris. She ever-so-carefully pulled back a corner of the shade and peeked out into the darkness. Could he see her? Would he realize what she was doing to herself? What would be the consequences of this strange night? The questions danced in her brain while the dildo danced in her cunt.
He was still there in the window, standing erect and not apparently giving a damn whether she saw him there or not. He was slowly beating himself off, pulling the skin up and down over his cock-shaft and pulling on his pendulous nuts from time to time. Melanie stared enraptured and the handsome young boy who stood naked and excited only a few yards away. She had never seen a boy naked before, let alone erect and jacking himself off. His cock was as beautiful as she had imagined it. His body was as well-developed as she had imagined it. But her excitement was far greater than she had imagined it could be. Now that she had seen a boy she wanted a boy of her own. Now that she had stared for a moment or two at a virile sixteen-year-old male at the height of his sexual excitement she wanted him with a passion that could not be quenched.
The electric cock was humming away between Melanie's trembling legs, eliciting little cries of delight. She was afraid, and her fear even increased her excitement. She wondered what he was thinking about her. She wondered if he was imagining having her in his bedroom as she was imagining having him in hers. And she wondered why he desired her so wildly, wondered why a boy who had his pick of all the girls in school would want her, a woman old enough to be his mother. She began to realize that whys didn't matter anymore. The situation was real and undeniable. Both she and her would-be lover would simply have to resolve the difficulties somehow. It was only a matter of time.
It was only a matter of time before the sexy woman climaxed in a fit of wild excitement. Fires raced through her vagina and tingled her spine. Her entire body was tense now and ready to flash with the heat of her orgasm. She felt as if she were on tiptoes, her every fiber stretched and ready to snap. She felt like a firecracker ready to go off, felt as if her cunt was filled with dynamite instead of a humming dildo. And she knew that Randy was feeling the same tension between his own strong young legs.
She watched as he arched his back and thrust out his hips. His long hard cock seemed to grow when he forced the thing out in front of him. His thick young root rose up from his curly black groin like a flagpole. His fist raced over his organ with the speed of a jackhammer. She imagined him grunting and groaning with passion. She imagined the images he was seeing of her while he climbed higher and higher toward the pinnacle of passion. She wished she could reach out and grab him, wished she could open her hand and close it around his dripping dick, wished she could swallow his tool and suck him off.
She saw his body stiffen and his muscles flex. Something was wracking his young body, something was building inside him, threatening to tear him up. She knew that his cock was going to erupt soon. She stared wide-eyed, opening the shade even further, not caring now whether he saw her or not. The heavy load of the boy's hot sperm shot from his cock-head violently, flying through the air and splattering all over his rug. He rocked back and forth as his nuts exploded between his tense legs. The thick stuff ran in heavy drops from the end of his softening cock. Even from a distance Melanie could see that he was deep in relaxation now that he had shot his load while thinking about her.
She pressed the cock-shaped dildo deep inside her, feeling the shaft of it rubbing against her little clit as she forced it in and out of herself. She imagined that it was Randy's thick young organ inside her, imagined that he was about to shoot a hot load of sperm into her belly. And it was his image as much as the humming dildo that made her cunt flash with an ecstatic orgasm. She felt the fluids of her cunt gushing, felt her cunt contract against the plastic cock, felt her body shaking. She cried out loud when she came. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and replaced it with her own hand, rubbing her cunt-lips at the last minute, falling back on the floor in the ecstasy of her climax.
She knew that her orgasm would be much better with a boy than by herself. She realized how much better it was even with Randy in his own bedroom. How much better would he make her feel if he were actually pounding away inside her? The thought filled her with desire. She lay back panting lightly. She was no longer the timid schoolteacher who had denied her desires all her life. She was no longer the old Melanie Terrell. A new life had opened up before her, brought into being by Randy and his fearless attempts at seduction. She had no idea what the morning would bring but she felt ready for it. She slipped into bed and slept like she had never slept before.
CHAPTER THREE
"Miss Terrell?" the voice on the phone asked. "Yes, this is she." Melanie replied. "It's just me, Ellen Dennis." the soft voice continued.
"Oh ... Oh ... Yes...." Melanie said, her voice catching.
Melanie had awakened the morning after her session with her dildo untroubled by feelings of guilt about what she had done the night before. At the same time she was worried about how she would react when she saw Randy at school Monday and about how he would react to her. But now that his mother was on the phone she felt pangs of conscience deep inside her. She had actually made herself cum while watching Ellen's oldest son jack off! She was afraid her voice might give her away, afraid the tone of her voice might give some clue that things were no longer simply cordial between her and the Dennises.
"Good morning, Ellen." Melanie said, trying to sound cheerful.
Ellen was one of her few close friends. They belonged to the same bridge club and had the same acquaintances for the most part. She had always liked Ellen for her warm and outgoing personality that was so unlike her own. There had been times when she had needed Ellen to make her dull existence bearable. Ellen was exciting. She lived an interesting life, having been a model before she married and raised her family of four boys. She was always rushing off somewhere to model even now. Her finely sculptured figure had remained unaffected by the years and she was still quite a beauty. Her flightiness and verve had filled a void in Melanie's life since she had moved next door two years ago.
"Melanie, darling, I have a favor to ask of you." Ellen said, purring.
"Anything at all, Ellen." Melanie laughed,' tickled by the seductive tone of Ellen's voice.
"Anything? Are you sure, Melanie?" Ellen whispered, obviously on the verge of asking something particularly difficult.
"Ellen, it can't be as bad as all that!" Melanie laughed. Ellen always cheered her up, no matter what was bothering her.
"Well, dear, my darling husband just decided this morning to take me on a weekend trip to Palm Beach. Imagine that! Robert always was one for surprises! We're leaving in an hour or two. Alone of course." Ellen went on, pausing.
"How romantic!" Melanie smiled.
"Yes, very romantic. But the problem is that we haven't had time to find anyone to stay with the boys. Could you possibly...." Ellen purred.
Melanie felt a surge of disquieting excitement that was almost fear. How could she possibly stay with Ellen's boys? How could she even look any of them in the eye? How could she be near Randy now? She had to think of a way out.
"Stay with ... Stay with the boys?" Melanie stuttered. "But can't Randy take care of things?"
"Of course he could, dear." Ellen continued. "But he suddenly got it in his head that he wanted to visit his uncle in Andersonville as soon as he heard that we were leaving for the weekend. He's off already. He won't be back until Monday. We really are in a bind, dear. I know the boys are capable of taking care of themselves, heaven knows they're old enough. But I really would like someone to look in on them once in a while. You know how boys are, especially my boys!" she said.
"Yes ... Surely, Ellen ... Yes, I'll check things while you're gone...." Melanie muttered.
"You are a dear!" Ellen said. "And if they give you any trouble at all just let me know." she added, hanging up.
Melanie was deeply troubled now. She had dropped in on Ellen's three sons before while Ellen and Robert were away, but her pussy hadn't been so hot then. After her experience, or near experience with Randy at school and her masturbation session last night that had almost been a sex act with the boy she wondered if she could take her motherly duties. Melanie's boys were old enough to take care of themselves easily enough. Lonnie, at fourteen, was the oldest of the three who were at home. Danny and David were both thirteen, twins, and full of mischief. She had always liked young Lonnie. He was nothing like Randy in attitude. He was quiet and reserved. The twins were in everyone's hair. Lonnie was a good looking boy, she realized. But she had never thought of him in terms of masculinity. She wondered why she was having such thoughts now. Now that she thought of it he really was a fine specimen of young boyhood.
Ellen dropped by before she and her husband left for the airport and asked if Melanie would drop by around dinner time and later at the boys' bedtime. She agreed, if hesitantly. Ellen kissed her lightly on the cheek and left her to her own devices. She wondered what her own devices would be.
Melanie was seized by a sudden urge to look beautiful. She didn't know what made her want to dress up that particular night. Perhaps it was her new awareness of her physical beauty that prompted her to put on her one and only dress that could be described as sexy. Ellen had given it to her as a birthday present recently. Melanie had wondered at the time if Ellen was trying to tell her that she should change her ways a bit and show off her charms. Ellen had subtle but effective ways of telling her such things. And perhaps she was right. Perhaps she had been right all along when she had passed hints to the effect that she was wasting her beauty by not using it to advantage. But she had always discounted such hints. In her new state of mind she realized how right Ellen had been.
Melanie looked like a sex goddess by the time she was through with her appearance that night. She wore the lime green free-flowing dress Ellen had given her and her high heels that absolutely forced her to walk with the wiggle that she had neglected for so long. She wore no bra that night. She knew that her huge breasts were almost visible beneath her thin dress, the nipples peaking the material, the swelling of her tits resting heavily against her flimsy garment. The thin green of her dress followed her curvaceous ass, caressing it with each step she took in front of her mirror. Her legs were honey-tinted and alluring beyond belief, long and slender, her calves gently moulded, her glistening black shoes in sexy contrast to her soft skin. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, soft and sleek. She felt sexy and wicked. And she loved every minute of it.
For a minute or two she wondered what was making her go to all the trouble of dressing for nothing at all. She would only be at the Dennises' for a few minutes. And there would be nobody there but Danny, David, and Lonnie. Danny, David, and Lonnie! Her cunt suddenly registered the emotion that welled up inside her when she thought of the three boys. It was the three boys that she was dressing for! The revelation shocked her, embarrassed her. How could she even consider parading in front of such impressionable young boys in her present state of dress? Her tits were nearly naked, barely covered and tempting. And she was so hot between her luscious legs! How could she behave in a respectable manner in her present state of undeniable sexual excitement? She was no longer responsible for her actions. And yet there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable encounter.
As dusk approached she walked over to the Dennises'. A warm late spring breeze played in her hair as she moved effortlessly. She had never felt so free. Lonnie met her at the patio. She was earlier than he had expected. He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was obviously embarrassed about his lack of proper attire. Such dress was nothing new around the Dennis household. In fact the boys never wore more clothes than they had to, and neither did their mother and father. But a towel was not the proper dress for meeting Miss Terrell, definitely not. But this couldn't really be Miss Terrell! This had to be a model or an actress! The young boy simply stood frozen in place, his mouth open and staring in disbelief.
Melanie smiled seductively when she saw the boy standing in the patio door nearly naked. She smiled even more seductively when she saw the amazed look on his face. Her eyes roamed over his bare torso, thrilling at the lean look of his young body. She let her gaze pass from his towel down his long slim legs. He was dry, she noticed, and did not appear to have taken his shower yet. From the look on his face he wasn't particularly interested in showers at the moment.
The boy stared at the sexy woman who had appeared in the door without warning. It was like seeing a perfect stranger standing there, like seeing a vision in a wet dream, like seeing a perfectly photographed pin-up picture come to life before his very eyes. And yet it was Miss Terrell! It really was! But what tits! What deliciously moulded tits! His eyes were glued to her barely concealed bosoms. They were the size of melons. They seemed soft and delectable beneath her light dress. He couldn't help wanting to reach out and touch them. But it was impossible. He had never done that to a girl. In fact he had never even had the nerve to touch a girl. And this was not a girl, anyway. This was a grown woman whom he knew was old enough to be his mother, although he couldn't tell that by looking at her now. In fact his mother too was so beautiful that no one could guess her age. It wasn't really Miss Terrell's age that made her seem so unreachable to him.
Her body was so mature-looking, so full and undulating, so heavy and warm-looking that he was overpowered by her mere presence. He had wanted to feel up some of the girls at school but he had always been afraid to push his luck. But they hadn't excited him nearly as much as Miss Terrell did now. There was something about her that made him weak. There was something about her eyes that made him blush. She was looking him over. She was actually staring at his nearly naked young body! What could she be thinking? Was she having thoughts remotely similar to his, thoughts of sex? Her peculiar stare made him nervous and more than a little bit afraid.
Lonnie wanted to say something to her but was unable to speak coherently. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, nothing but an unintelligible mumble. When her eyes caught his and held him in a kind of brief trance he knew that he was in for an unusual experience. He tore his eyes away from hers and moved aside to let her in. He felt something between his legs. He felt his sensitive young nuts stirring gently inside their smooth skin sac. She was warming him up, intentionally he thought. But it couldn't be true. It just couldn't!
"Well, Lonnie, aren't you going to invite me in?" Melanie cooed.
Lonnie coughed nervously and she strolled in, carrying with her the scent of warm perfumed air. She could sense the boy's uneasiness. She wasn't uneasy at all now. As far as she was concerned she was in perfect control of herself. She knew now what she wanted and she knew that something inside her was making her seek out the thing she wanted with such hot intensity. She wanted Lonnie. She wanted the fourteen-year-old inexperience'' boy with a passion that made her cunt wet. She wanted him for his smoothness, for his warmth, not only the warmth of his body but also for the warmth of his gentle personality. She knew that he was afraid. And his fear excited her even more. He would not be rough with her as Randy had been. He would not hurt her as the dirty rapist had. She was in control of their encounter.
"Do you know why I'm here, Lonnie?" she purred.
"Yeah ... I mean, I guess I do...." he said, his voice dry and barely audible.
"Don't be so sure, Lonnie dear." she said. "Your mother asked me to stop by and ... check things out." she said, emphasizing the last phrase.
"Check things...." Lonnie mumbled.
"Were you planning to take a shower, Lonnie?" she asked, her eyes peeling the towel from his body.
"Yeah ... I mean I was ... I guess." the frightened and confused boy said.
"You've gotten to be quite a big young man, haven't you." she whispered, staring at his young body.
"Uh ... I ... I guess...." the boy replied, his heart beating in his throat.
"It's rather obvious that you are becoming a man, Lonnie." Melanie said.
"Is it?" Lonnie said, amazed that he had had the strength to say anything.
"Very obvious, darling. You have a very nice body for a boy your age. You should be as masculine as Randy some day, maybe more so." Melanie said.
Lonnie considered it a great compliment. He had always admired his older brother and even worshipped him as a great hero. He wondered what Randy would say when he told him what Miss Terrell had said to him. He wondered if he would have even more to tell him before the night was over. He still couldn't believe what was happening to him, couldn't believe that this beautiful woman with the great tits was talking that way to him. His disbelief grew even greater when she walked closer to him and reached out to put her warm hand on his shoulder. He thought his legs would give out when she touched him. The feel of her hand on his bare flesh sent shivers through his body. He felt her fingers gently squeezing his shoulder and knew that her touch was more than a mere friendly pat. He was scared shitless.
Melanie couldn't resist touching the boy. He looked so soft and warm and gentle that she had to feel his young body. She was being driven by the sensations in her sex, driven too by an intense need for human contact that was even more powerful than her sexual urges. She had been alone for so long. She had denied herself the natural need of a woman to mother a child, to hold a young and innocent child in her arms, to feel his body close to hers. She felt his shoulder flinch when she touched him. She knew that he wasn't all that innocent. He knew perfectly well what she wanted, although he probably didn't understand why she wanted it. Her sudden sexual onslaught was too much for a boy his age to comprehend. She felt as if she knew everything about sex, even though she had only actually experienced it once in her life. She felt as if she had to teach this young innocent the joys of fucking. And she knew that he would be eager to learn once he overcame his natural fear of his first sexual encounter.
Melanie touched his soft cheek, letting her hand rest there. She drew him over to the sofa and sat him down. She sat beside him and drew up her filmy green dress until her legs were exposed well above the knee. She noticed that the boy tried not to look at first, preferring to look down between his own knees, embarrassed and afraid. But she would not let him avoid her charms. She moved closer to him on the sofa until her legs were rubbing against his. He moved away until the arm of the sofa blocked his escape.
Lonnie wondered how far this sexy woman was going to go. He felt her warm leg pressing up against his and the warmth seemed to course through his body, heating him up deep inside. She was saturating him with her hot sensuality. She was intoxicating him with her warm, feminine fragrance, the scent of perfume and hot sex. He had never been so close to a woman. He had never imagined that such an experience could be so powerfully affecting, but then he had never imagined a sexual encounter with Miss Terrell. Even though she was frightening him his young sexual organs were responding to her efforts at arousal. He felt his dick stirring, felt the young organ filling out and getting hard. He didn't know what to do. He had a big cock, he knew, and would never be able to hide the thing if it got hard on him.
Melanie's mind was on the same thing as Lonnie's at the moment-his cock. Melanie had never seen a fourteen-year-old boy's cock. In fact she had only seen one cock in her entire life, the bloated organ of the dirty rapist who had tortured her. She knew that Lonnie's cock wouldn't be as frightening as the rapist's wicked instrument. All her life she had assumed that all men were .cruel and dangerous. But now that she saw this innocent boy's reaction to her she realized that it was not so. Lonnie at least was quiet and gentle, so quiet and gentle that she was reducing him to a helpless slave to her overpowering femininity. It gave her a sense of strength and sexual superiority that intoxicated her.
"Don't be afraid, Lonnie." she said, reaching for his hand.
She took the boy's trembling hand and put it on her knee. Lonnie swallowed hard and closed his eyes. She let his hand rest there. His hand felt as heavy as lead. He couldn't move his hand at all. It was a long while before he could even feel the softness of her knee and the thin nylon that covered her delicately honey-toned leg. But when he did begin to feel her skin beneath his trembling fingers it was well worth a moment or two of numbness. His cock responded by jerking to attention beneath his bath towel. It would have embarrassed him to death a few minutes earlier. He was beyond embarrassment now, although he was still very much afraid.
Melanie took Lonnie's hand again and guided it slowly up her leg and under the tucked-up hem of her dress until his fingers disappeared beneath the flimsy garment. After he had grown used to the shock and the feel of her nearly naked feminine flesh she took her hand away and let him explore her at his own speed, which was painfully slow since he was still so unsure of himself. She looked into his sensitive blue eyes and smiled. She knew now that he understood what was expected of him. She noticed quickly that his young prick was not at all afraid to express its excitement. It had risen to the occasion and was tenting Lonnie's bath towel, pushing the cloth out several inches. She knew that his dick had to be big and thick to make such a projection, even in his youth. She stared at his cock-bulge and let him get a good feel of her upper leg.
She wasn't content to stare at his stiffening cock while it was hidden by his towel. She slid her hand down behind his back and down his spine until it dipped beneath his towel. She felt him sit up straight when she touched his lower back. It was as if she had touched him with ice-cold hands, his reaction was so sudden. Her hand went all the way down the small of his back and felt the crevice between his asscheeks. He arched his back and stiffened in every muscle. She knew that she was really getting to him.
"You like this, don't you, Lonnie?" Melanie whispered in his ear.
"Oh ... Ughgh ... Miss Terrell...." Lonnie moaned.
"I think you should call me Melanie now, don't you?" she cooed. "Does your mother ever touch you like I do, Lonnie?" she continued, feeling his strong young buttocks responding to her touch.
"N ... Not ... Not like that! Not like...." Lonnie groaned.
"I certainly don't see why she doesn't touch you like that, Lonnie. How could she resist. You're such a handsome young man. Has any girl ever touched you like that?" she smiled, putting her other hand on his naked leg.
"No ... Never ... Oh God! Shit! Miss Terrell ... I mean, Melanie...." Lonnie heard himself say. "This is too much! What're you gonna do? I mean ... Jesus Christ! What're you doin'?"
He almost stood up when he felt the horny woman's hand fall to his lap and clamp around his erect cock. He pulled his hand away from her leg and tried to push her hand off his hard-on. He hadn't the strength to resist her anymore. He had had the strength to run in junior high track meets and participate in all kinds of athletics with his classmates but he hadn't the strength to push this woman's hand off his cock. It was a strange thing, this sexual encounter. He wondered if sex would always be so confusing and frightening, and so exciting too. He had to let her do what she wished with him, even if he did think it was wrong.
Melanie didn't care whether her actions were wrong or not. She had never done anything like this before and she felt loose and wild She felt the kid's throbbing cock beneath the terry cloth towel, felt the head radiating through the towel, felt his tool stiffen more and more the harder she squeezed it. She gathered the towel around the shaft of his cock and began moving it up and down, masturbating the boy's cock inside a cover of rough cotton. He was on the edge of the sofa in no time, seeming to get stiffer all the time. His breathing became erratic, his slender young chest heaving with each stroke of Melanie's frantically stroking hand.
He was afraid that he was going to shoot his sperm into the towel at any minute the way he had shot the stuff hundreds of times before into a handkerchief. But this feeling was entirely different. He had always been able to control the moment of his ejaculation when he was working himself off. But now that his sexy neighbor was handling his dick he had no control over himself at all. He wondered what it would feel like to have Melanie's hand on his naked dick instead of on the towel. He shuddered when he thought of it.
Melanie wondered, too, what his cock would feel like. She managed to loosen the towel he had wrapped around him. She spread the towel open in back and made the boy stand up a little while she pulled the troublesome thing out from under his ass. She pulled the towel away with one sudden motion and tossed it Over the back of the sofa. The boy was suddenly denuded. He sat there naked as the day he was born, his young heart beating wildly, waiting for the next move in this tantalizing game the lovely woman was playing with him.
Melanie's heart was racing wildly, too. Up until now she had been in total control of her movements if not of her emotions. Her self-analysis and her determination to follow through with her undeniable desire for a young male sex partner had intoxicated her. But the brief moment of emotional intoxication was wearing off. Now that she saw the young neighbor boy stark naked, his young cock pounding up between his hairless legs, sitting there afraid and tense beyond belief, she began to realize what she was doing and what terrible consequences it might have for her and the boy. But it was too late to stop now. It was a fire raging out of control. Both Melanie and the fourteen-year-old boy she was raping were lost in that fire and were being consumed by it.
She gazed at the thick and fairly long staff of hard male flesh that stuck up strong and proud between the boy's legs. She thought his dick looked cute, not at all frightening. The reddish purple head of the thing glistened, the shiny skin stretched tight. His cock wouldn't stand still long enough for her to examine it as closely as she wanted to, so she reached down and grasped it with the tips of her well-manicured fingers. She held the thing straight up and down and started ever-so-slowly moving the tight skin on it up and down. The boy seemed to like that, so she did it faster and faster until his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Oh, my God, Miss ... Melanie! Oh shit! I'm gonna shoot it! If you keep doin' that I'm gonna shoot! C'mon ... Don't ... I'll cum...." Lonnie almost cried.
"Don't worry about that, Lonnie." Melanie said reassuringly. "It's all right, darling. I want you to cum! I want you to shoot your boy's sperm into the air, darling! Go ahead! Cum all over my face! Please!" Melanie said, feeling her cunt hot and dripping between her legs.
Suddenly remembering what had happened to the rapist's huge hard dick when he shot off in her cunt Melanie pulled her fingers from the boy's organ. She wanted to prolong his agonizing pleasure a little longer. And she wanted to use him to create some pleasure for herself. The kid almost passed out when Melanie drew her hand away. She knew he wanted to shoot his cream at her. How could he help it?
"There's plenty of time for that." she said, reaching down between his slender legs and feeling his balls for the first time. "Oh my! What have we here?" she gasped, enjoying the little jerks his body made whenever she touched him.
She sat on the edge of the sofa too now and played with the boy's sperm-filled young nuts. She rolled them around inside his smooth-skinned scrotum and marveled at the heaviness and softness of the organs. So this was the source of all the thick cream that she knew he had inside him! She began to squeeze his testicles, gently at first and then with ever-increasing pressure. While she squeezed the boy's nuts she dug her finger up under the thick root of his phallus. He moved his hips up and down, apparently unable to control himself. He was fucking the air. Melanie felt sorry for the horny boy and began beating him off again, stopping once again when she thought he might be ready to squirt his seed at her.
"There, there, young man. Not yet, Lonnie. I have something to show you. I think you might like it." Melanie breathed.
The horny woman looked deep into the horny boy's eyes and gave one final pull on his dripping dick. She stood up and positioned herself before him. He seemed glued to the edge of the sofa, unable to move a muscle, staring in rapt attention at the beautiful woman. Melanie raised her long flowing dress, which had always been much too daring before tonight, and let the wide-eyed boy have a long loving look at her legs. He stared ii seeming disbelief as she raised her dress even higher, holding up the thin material until the boy could see her legs thickening beautifully until they formed her lush thighs.
He had never seen anything so beautiful and overpowering. He had felt her legs earlier when she had forced him to put his hand under her dress. But to actually see her standing there before him, wantonly exposing herself to him was almost too much to take. He wondered if he would cum just j out of pure excitement like he did in his wild wet I dreams. That would really be embarrassing, he thought. Soon his thoughts were on nothing but! the body of the beauty who stood before him.
The honey-tinted nylons that hugged her flesh gave Melanie's legs a brownish yellow hue that made the boy think she had a golden tan. She raised her dress until he could actually see the crotch of her pantyhose. He almost pissed. She pulled her garment up until she was peeking out over the hem of it, her belly and crotch obscenely exposed. The panel of her pantyhose darkened the swelling of her mons. Lonnie could see the dark hair in a tightly compacted little cloud between her mature, long legs. He sucked in his breath and held it, as if that would stop his heart from racing so wildly. She couldn't be doing this! He had to be dreaming!
But Melanie was far from finished with her lusty display. She pulled her low-necked dress off and tossed it carelessly on the sofa beside the boy, letting part of it fall over his lap, covering his dick.
He felt the thin material resting on his cock-head, absorbing the pre-cum that oozed from his eager young tool. Melanie stood there with her huge breasts lusty and out-thrust. The light-brown peaks of her smallish nipples were already stiff and surrounded by hot gooseflesh. She looked as excited as she felt, and she knew it. She wanted to expose herself completely to the nervous son of her best friend. She wanted to do things to him that she had always dreamed of doing to a boy. She slowly, tantalizingly began peeling down her pantyhose, moving her lovely legs temptingly, giving the appearance of fluid motion, hot movement motivated by pure lust.
She heard the boy gasp when she pushed her pantyhose down over her furry cunt. She continued to denude herself until her nylons were down around her ankles. She smiled at her boy and motioned for him to help her.
"Would you like to take my shoes off for me like a good boy?" she whispered, raising her leg as far as she could and trying to look distraught. "A girl needs help with these things."
Lonnie fell to his knees as if pushed from the sofa. He reached out with shaking hands and took hold of her shiny leather shoes. He brushed the nylon away from her shoes and pulled one of them off. Then she reached down and removed the nylon, gently brushing his hand aside. He removed her other shoe and she removed the last remaining garment that separated her from total crotch-grabbing nakedness. She put one of her feet on the boy's wide shoulder and stroked his warm silken flesh. He looked up at her from his kneeling position, his eyes full of wonder. His gaze wandered from her approving eyes to the furry nest of her steaming cunt.
From his position the woman's pussy looked unattainable. Would she let him look at it? Would she suddenly grow angry and leave him there to beat his meat until he shot his rocks? Or did she really intend to let him examine her? Would she let him touch her? There? His mouth was wide open in amazement. His nuts ached and his cock throbbed with pleasure-pain.
Melanie bent down and caught the boy's arms, raising him to his feet. She moved toward him, gently but insistently pushing him backwards until he fell on the sofa. He sat there staring at her luscious charms, at her jiggling tits, at her bushy light-brown cunt. She walked even closer to him until her twat was up close to him, an inch or two away from his face. She put her hands on his shoulders and kneaded his young muscles. She knew that she was about to give both of them the treat of their lives.
Lonnie could feel the heat radiating from the woman's excited sex. He could smell the heady scent of her musky cunt. It was a mysterious and intoxicating fragrance that wafted past his nostrils. He inhaled her musky fragrance, his nostrils flaring. He could see moisture on her cunt-hair, moisture that looked like dew. She moved closer still until his nose was buried in the curly soft love hair between Melanie's legs. The sensation was beautiful for both of them. Lonnie almost backed away when she stood so close to him, fearing to respond to her the way he instinctively wanted to. But when he felt her warm swelling cunt so hot against his face he knew that he would plunge headlong into whatever sexual whirlpool she was stirring up for him. He was lost.
Melanie reached down and put her hands behind the kid's head, pushing his face against her fragrant pussy. She forced his face into the nest of her cunt and held him there until she was sure he would suffocate. But he didn't seem to mind suffocating at all. She was surprised and pleased when the boy made his first actual move in response to her onslaught. He lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight in an embrace that thrilled her. She felt like the boy's mother, like the boy's lover. She knew that what they were doing was bad and depraved. And she didn't give a damn.
"Lean back in the sofa, Lonnie." she managed to say.
He obeyed instantly, letting his arms drop to his sides. Melanie raised one lovely leg and rested it on the back of the sofa. She moved very close to the boy until her gaping twat was up against his face. Her sex was so close to him now that he could hardly bring it into focus. He hadn't seen her cunt open and rosy red before, hadn't seen even a picture of a cunt so lewdly displayed. He wanted to examine the treasure but she was insistent. She wanted something, although the inexperienced boy didn't know quite what she wanted.
"I like to have my cunt licked." Melanie hissed. "I want you to stick out your tongue and lick my dripping hot twat, Lonnie, my dear. Would you like to do that, you horny young stud? Would you like to taste my cunt? I know you like the way it looks and smells. You'll love the taste, Lonnie! Go Ahead! Don't be afraid! I want your tongue on my fucking cunt! Suck me! Lick me! Eat my pussy! I've wanted it for so long!" the horny woman hissed, excited even further by the sound of her own dirty language.
Lonnie was excited by her language, too. It made him slightly dizzy to hear Miss Terrell talking like that. What would Randy and the guys say? Maybe they wouldn't even believe him. He knew that none of them had ever been offered a juicy hot cunt by a woman as beautiful as Miss Terrell. He wouldn't blame them for not believing him. He didn't quite believe it himself. But there she was, as real as life, her gaping cunt hovering over his face, dripping with hot, musky fluids. He did as he was told and stuck out his tongue, hesitating only a moment before touching it to the crimson flesh of her cunt. She shivered when his tongue touched her silken cunt-flesh.
Melanie almost died when she felt the innocent, or formerly innocent, young boy sticking his tongue up inside her. He wasn't particularly gentle in thrusting his tongue up there, but then he was nervous and inexperienced. Inexperienced! When she thought about how inexperienced she was herself she almost laughed out loud. She was giving sex lessons to a young novice while she herself had only had one fuck in her life. And yet she seemed to know what to do to arouse him, as if it all came to her by instinct, as if all her lust was gushing out of her at once after her years of sexual frustration. She would really enjoy this, she thought.
She felt the boy's lips and nose butting up against her twat and knew that he had thrust his tongue in as far as he could. He was moving it inside her now, licking at the slippery walls of her vaginal opening, not really knowing what he was doing but doing it with the dedication of a novice eager to please. She was glad she had decided on young Lonnie as a pupil and young lover. He was so easy to get along with.
"Lick my clit now, darling boy." she whispered. "That little projection between my cunt-lips. See it? That's where you should concentrate your licking. You're a great little cuntlapper, Lonnie! You make me feel so hot and horny! Lick my fucking cunt! Oh, suck it until I cum! Lick my clit!" she cried, shaking her lovely head in the frenzy of her passion.
He found the little projection of rosy-red flesh that she was talking about and began lapping at it with a passion. He heard her almost scream when he first found the little bud. It felt not only hot but also hard, as if it were swollen with excitement like his own dick, which increased in size and hardness all the time. He realized that this had to be the center of all her sex-heat, just as his cock-head seemed to be the center of his own sensations. He licked at her roughly at first, turned on wildly by the scent and ball-busting sight of her seething cunt. He instinctively wanted to suck at her clit, wanted to put the little thing in his mouth and suck at it like a nipple. He closed his lips around it and pulled gently, sucking it against his teeth. The woman almost screamed when he did it and he knew that he had learned something.
Melanie felt bursts of sexual electricity flashing inside her while the kid pinched and sucked her clitoris between his young lips. He went at it like a wild cuntlapper with years of experience, lapping and sucking as if his life depended on it. The handsome young kid was buried between the schoolteacher's perfect legs, his face flat against her wet twat, while she straddled his shoulders and quaked with excitement. She no longer gave any thought to teaching the boy anything. She was beyond thought. She was about to have the wildest orgasm of her life. She tensed in every fiber of her body, her vaginal channel expanding and contracting in rhythm, as if working against an invisible cock inside her. She suddenly screamed as her flashing burning orgasm rushed through her.
Lonnie thought he had hurt her at first. He pulled his tongue away from her beautiful cunt and held his breath. She cried for him to keep sucking her. He obeyed eagerly, sucking at her clit. But she was moving so erratically now that he couldn't concentrate his sucking on her clit. He had to lick wildly, almost blindly, while she gyrated her lovely full hips and crushed her dripping gash against the lips he had used so lovingly on her. Suddenly her cunt gushed sticky musky moisture. He didn't know what to make of her sudden excitement and crying, but he knew it was an important moment for her.
"Oh Lonnie! I'm cumming! You're making me cum! You're making me cum with your tongue and your lips! Lonnie dear! Suck me harder! Lick up my juices! Oh, eat my cunt!" she cried. "Eat meeeee!"
Lonnie's face was wet now with the hot sticky stuff that gushed from her twat. He licked his lips and liked the taste of her juices. He buried his tongue in her gash again and corkscrewed it around inside her. He was doing pretty well under the circumstances, he thought. He was damn proud of himself. He would show the guys that he knew how to fuck a hell of a lot better than they did. He would even show Randy a thing or two, or at least tell him a thing or two. If he wasn't dreaming, that is.
After Melanie's tense body had softened and relaxed a bit, she fell back on the sofa and closed her eyes in peace for a moment. What an experience! She wanted more of it, wanted more of this sexually responsive young boy, wanted more of her best friend's son. She suddenly realized that the twins were not accounted for.
"Lonnie, where are Danny and David?" she asked.
"They're at a scout meeting, Miss ... Melanie." Lonnie said, his face wet with Melanie's copious secretions.
"Good, good. I wouldn't want them to barge in and spoil our fun. Would you?" she asked.
"No...." Lonnie said, staring down between his legs at his aching pecker.
"Oh, you poor boy!" Melanie said. "I haven't forgotten you. Don't worry, Lonnie, my love. I'll take care of that erection for you.'"
"Oh, my gosh, Miss ... I mean, Melanie." Lonnie said. "I didn't mean you had to do anything...."
"Oh, don't worry, Lonnie. I love your dick. Isn't that what they call your penis? Isn't that what all the boys call it? A dick?" Melanie said.
"Yeah. It's a dick. But you don't have to ... I mean you don't have to if you don't want to...."
"But I do want to, Lonnie, my darling! I want nothing more than to suck it off for you." she said, sitting up and bending over his arching dick.
"Suck it off?! Do you mean it, Melanie? Do you really mean it?" Lonnie asked, his voice high, his young eyes staring.
"Of course I mean it. Let me suck your cock for you. Let me suck it until you shoot your hot cum into my mouth! Let me show you how a woman satisfies a man. You are a man, you know. After tonight you'll be a real man, Lonnie. Remember that. I'm going to make a man of you. You like it, don't you? Do you like what I've been letting you do?" she asked, smiling lovingly at the boy.
"I know, dear. I know. But you like it and you're going to get as much of it as you can take." she purred. "I only hope I haven't done any damage."
"Hell no, no damage!" Lonnie said, his nuts threatening to burst with cum.
"Does your penis ache?" she asked. "It looks so sore, so hard, so painful!" she said.
"It aches, but it sure doesn't hurt." Lonnie said, his voice serious.
"I'll just bet it aches terribly. Why don't I do something about that ache? You know, if I suck the cum out of your balls they won't ache anymore, Lonnie. Would you like me to suck the cum out of your balls, dear? Would that make you feel better?" she cooed.
Lonnie couldn't say a word. He just sat there, bolt upright on the edge of the sofa, his young dick as hard as a rock, jerking up from his lap, dripping pre-cum. He gasped when Melanie bent over his lap and caught his cock with her fingers. He stiffened when her lips wrapped around the head of it. He thought his nuts would explode in another second. It was simply too exciting having this sexy woman's wet lips sucking on his erect rod. He couldn't hold off much longer, couldn't keep his hot cum in his nuts much longer. He had to shoot the stuff into the woman's mouth. He wondered if she would let him shoot his wad. He wondered if she would mind having the stuff in her mouth.
"Melanie, I'm gonna shoot it! I can't help it! Watch out! It's cumming!" Lonnie shouted, unable unable to control himself any longer.
"Yesssss! Cum! Cum in my mouth! Fill my face with your hot cream! I love it! Please! Shoot it!" Melanie hissed, plunging her head back on the boy's cock.
Lonnie let his wad loose from his nuts and shot the hot stuff into her face. His sperm shot from his cock like bullets from a gun, blasting down her throat and filling her with molten cum. He thrust out his hips, forcing his cock deep into her throat. He heard her groan and sputter as the volume of his ejaculation filled her throat, threatening to strangle her. She seemed to enjoy having her face pumped full of the stuff, Lonnie noticed. She sucked hard on his dick even while the cum was shooting into her. Her throat contracted against his rod, seeming to suck out the last drops of his load.
Melanie was thoroughly enjoying the experience. She hadn't done anything like it before. She wondered what Lonnie would think if he knew that this was the first time she had ever had a boy cum in her face. She thought she was doing well at her game of seduction, having made him believe that she was experienced at fucking and sucking young boys like himself. She wasn't prepared for the huge volume of sperm that the boy pumped into her. She thought she would choke on the thick, nutty-tasting stuff. It poured down her throat in torrents. She tried valiantly to swallow it all. Try though she might she was unable to take it all into her throat. The boy's hot cum dribbled out from her stretched lips, dripping down the shaft of his still-hard cock and running into his wiry pubic hair.
Melanie was reluctant to remove her mouth from his fourteen-year-old dick. She wanted to keep it in her mouth forever, the taste and feel of it was so powerful. But she eventually let the slowly softening thing free from her sucking lips, but not before coaxing the last drops of the boy's cum from his sperm-pipe. She pulled off and looked at her young lover's face. He seemed to be daydreaming, his eyes blissfully shut, his face soft and inviting, his body naked and relaxed. She kissed him full on the lips, his own sperm spreading over his lips, mingling with the taste of Melanie's cunt.
The hot-assed woman kissed his chin and throat, letting her wet lips travel slowly down the boy's chest and all the way to his navel. She licked his belly-button and pressed her sweet lips against his lower belly. She tangled her tongue in the kid's lightly-haired groin. She grabbed his sperm-covered balls and kneaded them while she kissed his groin. She rubbed his still half-hard cock, too, rubbed it i until it stiffened up again in a matter of moments after he had shot his wad.
She put her hands on the boy's legs and got on her knees before him, licking up the cum that had squirted onto his legs. She licked his dick a bit and rubbed her pussy, which was growing hot again already. She knew that their night together was far from over.
"Now, Lonnie, why don't you run upstairs and take that shower you were going to take." she said, standing up and reaching for her dress. "I'll have a lot more to show you later. When will Danny and David be home?" she added.
"About nine, I guess." Lonnie said in a weak voice.
"It's almost seven now. That only gives us two hours, Lonnie my love. We'll have to be quick about it. Why don't I take a shower with you, honey? I could use refreshing. And I can help you wash yourself. Would you like that, Lonnie? Would you like me to wash you like your mommy used to? How long has it been since somebody washed you?" Melanie asked, getting into her dress.
"I ... I don't know ... Will you really? Is it all right?" the boy asked.
"Tonight anything is all right, Lonnie." she smiled, reaching down to feel his nuts.
"I see what you mean." the boy replied, his arms limp at his sides.
"Now run along." she said, turning him around and slapping him playfully on the butt. "The twins will be home before long. We don't want them to catch us at it. We haven't got all night." she said, following the naked fourteen-year-old who almost ran upstairs.
The twins. A little tingle ran through her cunt when she thought of Danny and David.
CHAPTER FOUR
The two hot clandestine lovers, the inexperienced young boy and the woman old enough to be his mother, padded upstairs to the bathroom. Melanie let Lonnie lead the way. She watched attentively as he mounted the stairs, his firm young asscheeks rising and falling with athletic vigor, his swinging, hairless balls jiggling between his long legs. She couldn't help reaching out and feeling his buttocks, dipping her hot hand down between his legs from behind, stroking his cum-filled testicles. He moved faster when she felt his balls. He looked behind him and grinned wickedly for the first time. Melanie noticed that he was becoming less and less innocent all the time. She suspected that he had his brother Randy's innate horniness and would probably become a real devil when he got some more experience in fucking. She had to give it to him.
Lonnie was spellbound by the woman who followed him catlike with her hand fluttering all over his back and buttocks. She would do anything at all, no matter how depraved and dirty. She was a guy's dream. He knew that he would do anything in the world that she could possibly ask. He stared at her huge perfectly formed breasts. They were more beautiful than any of the naked pin-ups he had hidden upstairs in his top dresser drawer. And they were real. No longer would he have to sit around at night jacking off while he looked at those pictures. They were just paper but she was real. Boy, was she real! No longer would he have to lick and kiss the pictures and pretend that he was doing it to a real woman. He had a real woman. He wanted to kiss her tits, wanted to suck the nipples and see what they felt and tasted like in his mouth. Would she let him? He almost tripped and fell on the steps, his attention was fixed so firmly on Melanie's beautiful full breasts.
"Why don't you help me off with my dress, dear?" Melanie suggested when they stood outside the bathroom door.
"Sure will!" Lonnie said with youthful eagerness.
When Melanie was naked again she lifted her luscious globes in her hands and held them out to the boy, offering her tits to him lewdly. The gooseflesh aureoles were golden brown, darkening where they gathered to form her nipple-peaks. The kid stared at her tits, wishing he could suck them right away. But he was still afraid to make any moves of his own. His cock ached for her again. He almost drooled when he thought about sucking her breasts. She was so hot, so lovely, so fragrant and overpowering.
"Christ! You got beautiful tits, Melanie! Shit!" the kid mumbled, not knowing what to do next.
"I'm glad you like them, Lonnie. I don't let many boys see them, you know. But you're so cute that I just can't resist letting you see me. Would you like to touch them? Would you like to put your hands on my tits? They are rather nice, aren't they? Go ahead. Feel my breasts. Girls like that." she smiled, thrusting her mammaries out toward the horny young man.
"Oh, shit! Shit! Do you really mean it? Do you really mean I can touch your tits?" Lonnie asked, his hands shaking.
"Lonnie, dear, you may as well. You're a man now, aren't you? You can feel my tits any time. You've already sucked my cunt for me so you may as well play with my tits, too. We can do anything tonight, dear. Don't be afraid. I know how frightening and confusing it all is the first time. But don't worry. There will be many other times. You're learning fast." Melanie said, feeling the kid's trembling fingers falling on her naked breasts.
Lonnie felt the lush smoothness and warmth of her globes. He nervously stroked her breasts. For a few seconds she held the trembling flesh with her hands cupped beneath her tits. When she let her hands fall to the boy's lower torso and began fondling his slippery cock, he almost passed out. He squeezed her tits, a bit too roughly, perhaps. But she forgave him in his youthful eagerness and nervousness. He seemed to be holding on to her tits as if he were being swept away by a raging torrent and her tits were the only thing to hold on to. It made her feel warm deep inside to think that she was that important to him. It gave Melanie a deep sense of fulfillment that she had never experienced before. She wondered why she had waited so long to plunge headlong into the torrent of hot sex with a young boy.
Lonnie's hands were everywhere now, flying over her tits and shoulders as if he wanted to feel her everywhere at once. He pushed her quaking tits together and squeezed them, watching spellbound as the huge hillocks of flesh seemed to melt and flow together. He had to kiss the woman there, had to feel the silken flesh against his face and lips. He fell toward her and buried his young face between the woman's feminine treasures. He snuggled there between them, inhaling the sexy perfume that she bad carefully applied to the crevice between her tits.
"Suck my titties, Lonnie. Oh, please! Do suck my tits!" she moaned.
The boy popped one of her erect nipples into his mouth and began sucking for dear life. He felt the hard nipples scraping against his teeth. He began to nibble on them gently, instinctively knowing what the hot-assed woman wanted of him. He alternated between the two breasts, working on her with a passion while she fondled his long hard cock and tugged at his aching nuts. He let her nipples pop out of his mouth audibly when he left one tit for the other.
"Feel my cunt! Put your hand down there and feel my cunt!" Melanie said.
Lonnie was quick to respond to her suggestion. He found her furry nest and began manipulating the lips of her hot sex with his fingers. He pinched her turgid little clit and diddled the lips of her cunt until he could feel her body responding to him. It was a great feeling to know that the woman really felt turned on by what he was doing for her. It made him feel grown up and in control of himself. It made him feel like a man instead of a fourteen-year-old boy. Maybe it was as she had said. Maybe he really was a man now that she had introduced him to sex. But he knew that he had a lot to learn.
Melanie loved having her tits sucked and her cunt diddled at the same time. She had never in her life had a man's soft lips on her breasts. It made her tingle deep down inside her. Little shocks filled her belly when the boy rubbed her cunt. She knew that his hand was wet with her sticky juices. And while he played with her, she played with him, making him hard and ready to shoot a second time. She felt his rod thickening and arching up suddenly, and she knew he was going to cum again. She wanted to save his load for later, wanted to keep him high and hot.
"Why don't we take that shower now." she said. "Sex is fun in the shower."
"I'll bet it is!" Lonnie said, obviously excited by the idea. "I jack off in the shower all the time!"
Melanie was as surprised as he himself was by his sudden masculine admission. It was obvious that the boy was losing some of his fear and reluctance to participate fully in her games. She thought the new turn in their relationship would make things easier. He was still going to need a lot of teaching but at least he wouldn't fall apart on her now as he had seemed about to do before in the heat of his excitement and the frenzy of his nervousness. They stepped into the shower together and turned on the spray, adjusting it until it made a sharp spray that stung when it hit their delicate bodies.
"So you jack off in the shower!" Melanie said, stepping with him into the warm spray. "I think I'd like to see that. Do you mind doing it for me?"
"Sure! Sure! I'll do anything for you. Anybody would!" the boy said, reaching down and grabbing his own rod.
Melanie was taken by his remark. It was true after all. Anybody would do anything for her. She was so beautiful that she could have her pick of any of the men in town, or any of the boys for that matter. Perhaps her search for young male companionship and fucking wouldn't have to end with Lonnie Dennis. But at the moment Lonnie was enough for her to handle. She would play it by ear, doing with him all the things she had dreamed of doing with a boy and more.
She watched while the boy stood under the shower spray pulling on himself. He looked her straight in the eye completely unabashed while he jacked off. Torrents of water ran down his body and trickled off the end of his cock. She reached for a bar of soap and a sponge and began lathering him up while he played with himself. She covered his shoulders and chest with lather, feeling the softness and incredible warmth of his smooth young body. She lathered his chest and thrilled to the promising young muscles of his torso. She pinched his tiny nipples and made them hard. By the time she had lathered him up all the way to his hairy groin she was hot beyond belief.
She made his pubic hair look like a cream pie. She heaped a pile of suds on the head of his cock. He stopped jacking off and let her wash his slippery rod. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. She took a few pulls on his tool while she lathered him. She let her hand dip down between his legs and rub against his scrotum. She squeezed the cheeks of his slippery wet ass, too, making him groan with pleasure. And when she had covered him with white foam, she handed him the sponge and let him do the honors.
He didn't quite know where to start. He rubbed the soapy sponge all over the woman's massive tits, filling the deep crevice between them with suds. He couldn't resist reaching out and stroking them, feeling the naked yielding flesh respond to his manipulation. Her tits seemed to have a life of their own. No wonder all the guys liked women with big tits. No wonder Randy was always talking about girls with big breasts and how it felt to play with them. He didn't really believe that any of the other guys had really touched a girl's naked tits. But Randy had and now he himself had. He was damn proud of himself.
The suds ran in a slowly flowing river between Melanie's breasts and down onto her belly. Lonnie began soaping her silken flesh, feeling the gentle curve of her belly and the beginnings of the patch of soft hair between her legs. She had more curves than a mountain road, he thought. In fact her body seemed to be one infinitely flowing set of swellings and soft curves. She was amazingly sexy, he thought. He wondered if all the girls he would fuck in his life would be as sexy and exciting to feel and look at as this one.
When he reached her love hair he lathered up her cunt and began rubbing the sponge against her raggedy cunt-lips. She seemed to like that a lot so he continued what he had started, making sloshing wet sounds with his sponge, the same sponge that his mother had been using, he imagined, to wash her own cunt. He began to think of Melanie in comparison to his mother. He had always thought that his mother was sexy as hell, although he hadn't dwelled on the subject a whole lot. Melanie's body was fuller looking, more lushly curved and heavier. His mother's body, or what he had seen of it, was more finely detailed, almost having a sculptured quality, delicate. He began to feel slightly ashamed about thinking of his mother's body that way. But now that he had taken his first plunge into sex, there was no controlling his horny thoughts.
Melanie fell to her knees before the boy, seized by the sudden urge to suck his erect dick. She engulfed the head of his soapy dick, mindless of the suds that covered his cock and balls. She sucked the whole organ into her throat. He began thrusting his hips out toward her immediately. He moved faster and faster. Melanie tried to match his forward thrusts by bobbing her head up and down over his cock. She felt the hard head of his dick banging against the back of her wet throat. She reached down between her own legs and poked her finger in her sopping wet cunt, finger-fucking herself rapidly while she sucked him.
"I want your dick in my cunt now!" Melanie said, pulling her head off his rod and standing up, her hand still on her cunt.
"Do you mean it?" Lonnie asked.
"I mean it! I want you dick in my pussy. I love it, Lonnie! I want you to screw me hard! I want you to cum in my belly! I want you to pound your hot cock into my twat!" she hissed.
"I don't think I know how!" he said, realizing that he hadn't ever done such a thing before, although he had dreamed of it often enough.
"You have the right general idea, don't you?" Melanie asked, rubbing her soapy thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.
"I guess. I mean ... yeah! I guess I can do it. But I don't want to hurt you or anything! Randy said it hurts a girl sometimes when he fucks her hard." the boy said.
"He shouldn't tell you things like that. It might keep you from enjoying yourself. It might hurt a little at first, but I don't mind, Lonnie. I love to be fucked hard by a handsome young man like you. Why don't you just put it in my cunt right here in the shower?" Melanie suggested, gathering a handful of suds and rubbing them into her gaping cunt-hole.
"Here, in the shower? Jesus Christ! You mean it?! Wow!" Lonnie gasped, pushing himself up against the woman's lush, mature body.
"Don't be so jackrabbity, Lonnie, darling. There's plenty of time. Fucking should be stretched out so that you can enjoy it longer. You take your time when you jack off, don't you?" she asked.
"I take my time when I'm not in a hurry. Yeah." he answered, feeling her soapy cunt with his eager fingers.
"Well, Lonnie, fucking a woman is the same thing, really. The longer you take, the more you enjoy it, and the more she enjoys it. Now just put your cock down between my legs. That's it. Let the head of it rub against my cunt-lips. That's beautiful. Now let me help you stick it in there. Oh! Oh, Lonnie! Now you've got it, Lonnie! Now move your hips a little. Not so hard. There! Back and forth. In and out! Up and down! Oh, that feels good! Do y ! like it, too?" Melanie asked, feeling the thrilling friction of his dick against her clit.
"Shit! Oh shit! Fuck! This is just great! Hell! I don't believe it! This is somethin' else, Miss Terrell ... I mean, Melanie! It sure beats jacking off! Beats it by a mile!" Lonnie said, his young hips pumping into her.
"Would you like to cum in my pussy? I want your sperm in my cunt! Fuck me faster now! That's it! Forget what I said about being slow with your fucking! Just pump my cunt until you shoot your load in my twat! Fuck me! Hard! Fast! Fuck me! Fill me up!" Melanie cried.
Melanie was up against the shower wall now. Young Lonnie, lost in the hot frenzy of his first fuck, was thrusting up against the hot woman, pounding up into her blazing sex. He felt his young nuts banging up against his dick and the crotch of the beautiful woman's cunt. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold off his orgasm much longer. He felt his seed rising deep within his nuts and blasting into her sopping wet gash. He felt as if he were collapsing after his ball-explosion. The peace he felt was beyond description. He panted and felt the woman's tits heaving against his chest.
Melanie flashed off at the same time Lonnie came into her. She felt the beautiful tension rising from her cunt and coursing within her, felt it increasing in pace with his ever-increasing thrusting speed until he stopped suddenly at the moment of her orgasm. As her sexual inferno raged through her body she felt his hot but strangely soothing balm spraying inside her channel, filling her belly with an endless torrent of cum. She felt his dick arch up strong inside her when he shot off, felt his body collapsing against her. She collapsed, too, when her cunt flashed. They fell together against the shower wall, breathing deeply and trying to get control of themselves.
"Miss Terrell! Oh shit! I did it! I fucked you! Damn! I did it!" Lonnie panted.
"I'll say you did, dear!" Melanie gasped.
In the wild frenzy of their shower fuck, they had managed accidentally to turn the shower on again. The harsh spray stung their shoulders and backs, washing off the thick mountains of suds that had covered them. When they had rested a moment or two, they got out of the shower and dried each other off. They took turns rubbing the big fluffy towel over each other's body, being careful not to neglect their sexual parts. Lonnie was all smiles when Melanie lifted her melons in her hands and offered them to him to dry. He toweled the quivering globes dry, taking time to pinch and tweak her nipples. He even popped them into his mouth and sucked each in turn as if it were the most commonplace activity for him. Melanie was pleased with the speed with which he learned the arts of sexual arousal.
She let him rub the towel over her long, luscious legs, drying the gently jiggling flesh of her inner thighs. He moved the towel closer and closer to her dripping-wet hairy twat. He touched the towel to her gash with greater delicacy than she would have expected from a boy so young and inexperienced, patting her sensitive sex until it was dry, then rubbing gently the light brown hair of her pussy until it bushed out once again. He then dried her ass and drew the towel up and down over the gently curved halves of her butt, being careful not to neglect the crack of her full, womanly ass.
"You're learning well, Lonnie, dear. Such delicacy. A minute ago you were a bundle of nerves and now you're doing things more slowly. Do you like drying me with that towel, darling? Do you like feeling my skin and exploring my curves? We should do this sort of thing more often. Here, let me dry you now." Melanie breathed.
She vigorously rubbed his tousled head and rubbed him all over into a tingling blush of health. She rubbed his groin area roughly, which was apparently just fine with him. She rubbed his cock and balls at the same time pushing his genitalia all over the place. She dried the head of his soft prick more carefully. When she had finished his cock and balls, she dried his ass and legs. It wasn't long before the boy had gotten another erection. Melanie was amazed. She had somehow suspected that young boys were capable of tremendous feats of sexual prowess but his persistently stiff cock was more than she had expected. Her own cunt was hearing up, too.
"Goodness, Lonnie. You never get enough do you? How many times is it that you've cum already tonight?" she asked, knowing perfectly well since each of his orgasms had been matched by her with a flashing rush of pleasure that she would never forget.
"That's only the second time, Miss Terrell ... I mean, Melanie." the boy said.
"How many more times do you think you can keep cumming?" she asked, holding his erect cock in her delicate hand.
"I jack off five or six times some days." the boy said proudly.
"Heavens! That sounds just wonderful! But you won't have to jack off anymore, Lonnie, my dear. You can share that pleasure with me, Lonnie. I love it when you shoot your cum into me! It's so rich and thick! So delicious! Just thinking about it makes me hungry for more. My pussy seems to be on fire! Maybe if you would just squirt some of your nice thick cum into my cunt again it would put out the fire." Melanie said, rubbing the kid's squeaky-clean cock-head with her thumb.
"That's just fine with me. I like this fucking!" the boy said, all eagerness.
"Then why don't we go into your bedroom ... No! Let's go into your mother and father's bedroom. I'll bet Bob and Ellen have a big bed. Would you mind? Would you like to fuck me on your mother's bed? Doesn't that just make your balls ache, Lonnie? Dirty things make sex more fun! Do you understand that? Nasty things an the best thing to do. Do you follow me?" Melanie whispered.
"I ... I guess so ... I mean I guess I know how you mean...." Lonnie muttered. "But do you really want do it there?"
"Why not? We can do anything we want to do as long as nobody finds out." she said. "You won't ever tell anybody about any of this, will you?"
"Christ no! Mom and Dad'd kill me! No way!" he almost shouted.
"I thought you'd understand. You're such a smart boy! But since nobody is ever going to find out about all the things we're doing, it doesn't matter what we do. Of course I don't want you to do anything you don't think you'd enjoy, dear." Melanie said, smiling wickedly at the sex-crazed young kid.
Melanie let her young charge lead the way down the hall to his parents' bedroom where their wild pleasure would unfold in its ultimate depravity. Her cunt twitched and tingled inside at the mere thought of fucking Ellen's son in Ellen's own bed, the bed where she and Bob fucked and reveled in privacy. She had pretended coolness about her idea of fucking there when in reality her horny imagination was creating innumerable taboo delights for her to try there with her boy. These ideas excited her beyond belief, making butterflies dance in her stomach and making her cunt blaze with passion. There was no limit to the fun she could have with this willing boy.
They walked into the spacious and well-appointed bedroom together, arm in arm, stark naked and tingling with hot sexuality. The boy's stiff dick jerked in a tempting rhythm as he walked cockily with his thirty-five-year-old love instructress. Melanie's yielding bosoms shook and moved gently as she walked with a sexy wiggle. She felt all curves and softness, as if her very body had mellowed during her mad romp with the boy. She was ready now for slow and pleasure-filled sex, having had already two quick and lust-inspired orgasms with the kid. Now they would learn together the more subtle ways of fucking and sucking. Melanie had all sorts of plans for him, plans that made her tense inside and yet easy with the feminine quietness and softness that she knew would drive the boy wild.
They stood together by the side of the big bed where his mother and father slept and made love. The sheets were of the finest silk. Melanie let her lush body sink into the softness of the bed, lost in its luxuriousness. She felt the cool silk caressing her skin, slipping and sliding beneath her when she moved. She lay on her back, her legs parted slightly, her arms at her sides, her tit-pillows gently rounded, collapsing with their soft weight. The only light that fell on her magnificently proportioned body was the gentle yellowish light of a small lamp on Ellen's nightstand. The golden glow glanced over her flowing curves, beautifully highlighting her naturally fresh skin and the richness of her contours. Her love hair seemed to burn with a golden fire as the light became caught there.
Lonnie thought Melanie was the most beautiful woman in the world. She looked full and rich and mellow. He detected her natural fragrance mingling with his mother's perfume that lingered in the room. He thought of his mother sleeping there on that very bed. And then he thought of her not sleeping at all but lying there naked and fresh, her legs slightly parted, her rich full body seeming to wait for something, resting. He blushed when he thought of his mother in Melanie's place. It was a nasty thought. But Melanie had told him that the nasty things were the most fun. And he had to admit that he did get a strangely satisfying tingle deep in his aching nuts when he thought of his mother lying there in her sweet nakedness. His feeling was one of sexual desire mingled with fear. That strange feeling remained with him throughout their romp on his mother's bed, exciting him in a new and powerful way.
"Are you thinking about Ellen? Are you thinking about your mother? I am, Lonnie, my lover. Isn't she beautiful? Doesn't she have the most beautiful body? How graceful and elegant she is! She almost seems to dance everywhere she goes. I find her quite enticing, quite alluring. Don't you, Lonnie?" Melanie breathed, seductively filling the air with an atmosphere of mystery.
"Yes ... Jesus Christ, Miss Terrell, she's my mother!" Lonnie said, feeling ashamed.
"I know she is, Lonnie. That's just the point. She's also my best friend. And I'm a woman. And a woman isn't supposed to feel anything for another woman except a bit of sisterly affection perhaps. But I do feel something for Ellen, for your mother, Lonnie. Do you understand?" she cooed, looking into the boy's wild and glittering eyes.
"I ... I ... I dunno!" he stuttered, obviously terribly confused by the powerfully stimulating images she was planting in his mind.
"Just imagine, Lonnie, your mother lies in this bed every night. And she sleeps with Bob, your father. They make love here in this very bed, Lonnie. Imagine your mother lying here where I am. Imagine her lying here ready to take your daddy's big dick up her cunt. Perhaps she sucks his dick for him, too, just like I did for you. Just imagine it, Lonnie! She's lying here with her legs spread just waiting for your dad! And she has such long slender legs, too. I'll bet she reaches down and opens the lips of her cunt just like this! I'll bet she spreads her cunt open and tempts your daddy with her exciting blatant display. Do you think I'm as pretty as your mother, Lonnie? Do you like the way I'm opening my pussy for you?" Melanie hissed, getting more and more excited by the minute.
"Oh shit, Miss Terrell! I can't take it anymore! You're makin' my fuckin' cock hurt! Cut it out!" Lonnie said, looking down at his feet, seeming almost bashful now.
"Is it me? Or is it your mommy's bedroom that makes you so hot for me? Or is it both of us?" she asked, her eyes blazing with hot passion.
"Both!" he admitted, surprised that he had gotten it out.
"I have an idea, Lonnie. I have a nasty idea that we might both enjoy." she said, rising effortlessly from the bed and gliding about the room, brushing him playfully aside.
Melanie walked sensuously over to Ellen's clothes closet and looked through her wardrobe until she found the sexiest negligee she had ever seen. She held it in front of her naked body, pressing the transparent material against her breasts. She turned toward her boyfriend and held the garment to her body. He stared in disbelief. He had never seen his mother in that thing! Melanie made it look almost invisible against her curvy body. He stared wide-eyed while she slipped into the red lacy thing. It covered her only enough to make him want to see her naked again. And it was his mother's negligee! It was the very garment that she probably wore to bed when she wanted to excite his dad! It was almost too much for the boy to take. He thought his nuts might explode at any minute.
"Do you like me in your mother's negligee, Lonnie?" she asked, gliding catlike toward him.
He could only nod his head nervously in agreement. He realized that his fists were balled at his sides. Something was making him terribly tense and terribly hot in the balls. He knew deep down inside that it was the atmosphere of the room and the clothes that Melanie wore that kept him so excited. She was deliberately exploiting his previously unexpressed passions for his own mother to excite him, to make him a helpless slave to her sexual designs. There was no stopping her, even though he knew pretty well what she was doing to him. She was simply too mysterious and the atmosphere was too thoroughly charged with sexual electricity for him to resist her advances, even though he was afraid.
"Would you like to feel Ellen's negligee? Would you like to run your fingers over the lace? Here, feel my tits through your mother's negligee, Lonnie. Go ahead. Enjoy yourself! I'll like that, too." she whispered, standing at arm's length in front of him.
He reached out and let his fingers trail over her huge out-thrust knockers, feeling the turgid little peaks of her tasty nipples beneath the slightly scratchy material of her garment. His trembling hands could not resist taking huge handfuls of her quaking yielding flesh and kneading it until her tits seemed to grow hot in his hands. She whispered obscene suggestions about his mother until he could take no more of it. He fell into her breasts, burying his face there, breathing hot and hard against her.
Melanie felt his body pressing up against her, felt his cock hard and hot tenting the material of Ellen's negligee, wetting it with his pre-cum. She knew that the scratchy material of the garment was exciting his dick with its friction, spurring him on the greater heights of excitement. Now was the time, she knew, to fall into the big bed with him. She walked him over to the sex-bed and toppled with him into the billowy softness of it. She felt the silk sheets sliding beneath them. She felt the boy's trembling but eager hands running all over; her body. Her negligee was tucked up and crumpled. Between the two of them they somehow managed to divest her of the flimsy garment. She tried to toss it away but Lonnie held it tightly in his hand, pressing it between his tense young legs.
"Oh, damn! Mom's bed! Mom's negligee! Shit! Fuck! You're so damn beautiful! What're you doin' to me?" he groaned, writhing against the naked body of the horny schoolteacher.
"Do you like it? Do you really like it?" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Then fuck me! Put your dick in my cunt again. Fuck me in the twat, little boy lover! Screw me with your hard stick! I want it!"
She rolled over on her back and raised her legs, bending them at the knees. She pushed him off her until he was on his knees before her. She held her hands flat against his hard young chest, slowing him down, keeping him in a hot frenzy. She knew that he wanted to get his rocks off on her any way he could. She felt the same excitement. She wanted to cum again, too. But she knew that he would probably shoot off before she could feel the supreme pleasure of his sex-stalk rubbing against her clit. She was afraid he might shoot the stuff prematurely and spill his seed all over her belly.
"I know how excited you are, Lonnie. But let us try to go easy this time, dear. Slow down a bit. Here, come to Melanie and let me suck your dick for a while." she said, beckoning the horny kid.
"I'll come in your mouth again, Miss Terrell. I don't think I can hold it in anymore." he protested, scooting closer to her.
"Let me worry about that, Lonnie, honey." she smiled.
Lonnie straddled her and scooted over her tits until his arching penis was pushing against her wet lips. The woman wrapped her sweet lips around the wet head of the boy's sex and gently sucked at it. She nibbled the flange around the head of the boy's organ, making him shiver each time her teeth scraped against his cock. She reached under his dick and pulled at his nuts while she worked on him, kneading and rolling the balls around together. She thrilled to the softness of the boy's scrotal sac and the warm life inside it. It made her melt inside when she thought that she was actually holding a boy's nuts in her hands. Only a few hours before she was totally without the comfort of deeply satisfying sex. And now she had plunged into it and had a boy for her very own to do with as she pleased.
Lonnie was enjoying her loving gentle work on his cock. He hadn't known that sex could feel that good. He had shot off thousands of times when he played with himself and he had cum twice already into Miss Terrell. But that had always been fast and furious. The way she worked on him now was more relaxing, more deeply satisfying. He knew that when he finally came it would be wild beyond belief. He felt the huge pillows of hot flesh against his asscheeks, moving gently as the lovely woman breathed beneath him. He couldn't help reaching behind him and pinching her nipples. She seemed to like that.
Melanie slurped at the kid's juicy cock for a while and then pulled off, licking up and down the root of his dick for a while. She reached out and gave him a few gentle pulls, which made him stiffen and sit up straight. She could tell from the tension in the boy's young legs that he was ready to cum again. She kept her tongue away from his penis, forcing herself to leave him alone until his tension subsided.
"Are you ready to fuck me again now?" she asked.
"Shit yes! Let me do it! Right now! I gotta!" he gasped.
"Not so fast. Do it gently. I really want to enjoy this." she smiled.
She raised her pink-luscious legs over her head and told the boy to scoot down between them. He obeyed gladly, sitting there on his haunches between her legs, waiting for her instructions. She thought he looked the picture of eagerness sitting there patiently like that. She told him to reach down and take his stiffly arching prick in his hand. She told him to push the thing down until it rubbed in the fur of her cunt. Then she told him to push his organ down even farther until it rubbed against her slippery cunt-lips. She gasped when she felt his hot, blood-filled cock pressing up against her cunt. She reached down and pulled open the pouting raggedy lips of her feminine treasure.
She told Lonnie to ease it into her, being gentle and slow. He pushed his pelvis toward her, watching her face for any signs of disapproval. He saw none. She encouraged him in his work, telling him in warm whispers how good he was making her feel. She felt his rod pushing into her wet gaping cunt, felt his cock-shaft rubbing against her hot little clit. He took his time easing himself into her until his sparse pubic hair was tangled with hers, their sexes butting up against each other in hot union.
When the boy had impaled the horny schoolteacher all the way up to his balls, she told him to begin what he had wanted to do long ago. She told him to begin moving in and out of her sucking hole, and he obeyed. He pumped her too fast at first but slowed his fucking pace when he saw that she wasn't quite satisfied. He was learning fast, she thought. She told the boy to gyrate his pelvis a bit, scraping his cock-head against the soft inner walls of her vaginal canal. His dick felt like a pulsating, thrusting corkscrew fucking away inside her. She began to move with him.
Lonnie felt the woman heating up, felt her womanly flesh moving beneath him. It made him feel powerful to know that he was making her writhe so hotly. He pulled his long young tool out of her almost all the way, forcing it all the way back in on each forward stroke. He heard the wet sucking sounds that emanated from the juncture of his cock and her wet pussy as he pumped into her. The sounds and scents of hot fucking filled the air in Mrs. Dennis' bedroom. Melanie was filled with thoughts of Ellen and Bob while the boy screwed her.
Melanie imagined her best friend and her husband locked in a sexual embrace in the very bed in which Lonnie screwed her. She imagined the two parents sitting by the bed watching her fuck their fourteen-year-old son. She felt the most peculiar mixture of shame and sexual excitement. She knew that what she and Lonnie were doing was bad and taboo. Her sense of guilt made her fuck even more enjoyable. She knew that Lonnie felt the same way about it. And she knew that he too had to be filled with thoughts of his mother and father fucking on that same bed. It was more thrilling than any sex act she had ever imagined while she fucked herself with her humming dildo. It was more thrilling than any sex act Lonnie imagined while he pulled himself off in the privacy of his room.
For the first time in Melanie's life she was totally free of the memory of her sadistic rape. For the first time in her life she was helplessly adrift in the sea of passion with no point of reference on shore. She was free of the doubts and fears that had plagued her for so long. Her only thoughts revolved about the pleasure she was feeling. She no longer cared about tomorrow or yesterday. She no longer gave any thought to the consequences of her actions on this night of hot sex and depravity. Her body and mind seethed with lust.
She wrapped her long soft legs around the boy's trim waist and held him to her tightly. She felt him increase not only the strength but the speed of his chuffing thrusts into her. Her cunt tingled and burned. She felt white-hot and dripping with the fluids of her sexuality. She began to match his pummeling movements, arching her back up off the bed and meeting his forward motions with her own. The pace of their chuffing was slowly increasing as they both rose to the heights of sexual ecstasy. Soon the bed was bouncing, the pillows tossing and the silk sheets slipping and sliding beneath them.
Lonnie felt his hot cum-filled testicles slapping up against Melanie's hot and wet cunt. Melanie felt the boy's hard-on stiff and unyielding inside her rosy channel, thrusting in and out of her with abandoned lust. She felt her hot silken tits shaking and moving wildly as she writhed. Lonnie was almost on top of her now, holding himself up over her. He could feel her breasts pressing up against his hairless chest, could feel her erect titties brushing against his tender skin. He was beginning to sweat, beginning to pant. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were darting about the room, unable to fix on anything. As far as he could tell there was nothing in the world now except this hot-assed cunt he was screwing. He could hear her soft mewling mingling with his own moans and gasps of pleasure.
Melanie's body suddenly exploded inside. Her cunt moistened and flashed with the mind-fucking intensity of her orgasm, seeming to melt her insides. And she felt the boy blowing his wad into her at the same time she flashed. She screamed out loud when she felt his seed squirting up inside her. She reached out and grabbed him, pulling him to her. He moaned loud and long when he came. He fell against her, lost himself in the luscious fullness of her. His breathing was fast and short. She felt his breath against her cheek. The air was full of their low sounds of love. A stillness surrounded them, shutting out the rest of the world.
It was no wonder that they didn't see or hear the twins standing there in the doorway.
CHAPTER FIVE
Danny and David had been standing in the bedroom door for a long time, not daring to move a muscle or make a sound. They were staring bug-eyed at the wild goings on in their parents' bed with Lonnie and Miss Terrell. They couldn't really believe what they saw. It looked like their brother had his dick stuck in their neighbor's "thing". But that couldn't really be! And so they both stood there staring, wondering if they were dreaming and waiting to be noticed.
Danny and David weren't quite sure what sex was all about yet. They had overheard Randy talking to Lonnie about it on several occasions, but, because they were a whole year younger than Lonnie, they had been excluded from these sessions. The only things they knew about the subject were the things they had heard from the guys at school. If what they saw on the bed in the dim light of the night lamp was sex. The things they had heard were fairly accurate in their description of the business.
The boys knew that the guy was supposed to shove his dick into the girl's cunt and pound away like crazy until his balls squirted that thick sticky stuff all the way up inside her. They had jacked off a lot already but had never even seen a real cunt. Lonnie and Randy had some pictures of cunts and even one or two pictures of people fucking, but they kept these rare photos a secret, only bringing them up when they wanted to remind the twins that they were just punks. They were amazed that Lonnie and Miss Terrell were really doing that. She was about as old as their mother!
A strange thing began to happen to the two thirteen-year-old boys, or at least they thought it was strange at the time. The longer they looked at the scene on the bed the more they wished that they were doing it, too. In fact their little pricks began to respond to the scene, stiffening and standing at attention in their pants. They looked at each other and then down in front of each other's body to see if the effect was the same on both of them. After five minutes of staring at the sexy woman next door and their horny brother, the two boys were horny enough themselves. They felt like jacking off or something, but that was out of the question at the moment. David reached down and rubbed his dick through his scout uniform pants. Then he quickly patted his brother's dick, making him giggle.
Melanie screamed as if she were being murdered. When she had heard what sounded like a dirty giggle coming from the direction of the door, she rolled on her side and opened her eyes, staring for a second at the boys and then shrieking in terror. It was as if the whole of her lewd conduct with the innocent young Lonnie had been exposed for the entire town to see. She was suddenly consumed with shame and regret. She blushed noticeably, her heart beating. What had she done now? The boys would surely tell somebody about what they had seen. She had somehow trusted Lonnie to keep quiet about it all. But these young children! What if they told their parents? How could they not tell their parents? She was beside herself.
Melanie jumped out of bed and ran to the door, her naked knockers shaking and bouncing as she ran, her arms flailing. She grabbed the negligee that was rumpled up on the bed and held it in front of her. She pushed the wide-eyed, grinning boys out the door and slammed it in their faces. She shouted at them to stay right where they were. She looked back at the bed at Lonnie, terror in her eyes. She was beginning to cry.
Lonnie didn't really see what all the commotion was about. After all, he thought, Miss Terrell was the one who started the whole thing. So what if his kid brothers wanted to watch. He wasn't particularly ashamed of what they had been doing, at least not any more. He decided that she was right about doing whatever made him feel good, whether other people might think it was bad or not. He just stayed on the bed, on his knees now, his cock dripping with cum, just waiting for Melanie to get back in bed with him and do it again.
Melanie stood with her back against the door, as if trying to keep somebody out. She looked on Lonnie as if he were a stranger. He seemed to be waiting for more, as if his appetite had only been whetted. She reached down between her legs and felt her cunt, felt her pussy wet with her own lubricating juices and the thick cream of Lonnie's cum. She looked at her hand with horror, as if she had just committed a murder with it.
"Come on, Miss Terrell, let's do it again!" Lonnie suggested. "I'm all ready!"
And to Melanie's amazement she saw that the boy was indeed ready again, his dick tense and stiff in front of him, cum still dripping from it from his last ejaculation. She didn't know what to do. Part of her told her to jump back in bed with this amazingly virile young boy while another voice inside her told her to run from the house and never return. Not knowing which voice to heed she simply stood there frozen into inaction. She couldn't move until she saw Lonnie scramble out of the bed and walk toward her, a hot glow in his eyes.
"No! No more! Not now!" she said, spitting out the words harshly.
When Melanie saw the hurt look on the boy's face she softened somewhat. It wasn't his fault after all, she thought. She made her bed and she was the one to lie in it. She wished she could lie in it alone, at least while she thought out her problems.
"Lonnie ... Lonnie ... Put this on and go to your room." she said, taking his father's robe from the back of a chair and handing it to the boy.
"But I don't wanna! I wanna fuck you again, Melanie. Come on, Melanie!" the boy whined.
"Not now!" she said flatly. "And I think you'd better call me Miss Terrell." she added.
"Aw, shucks! It's all hard again! If I go to my room, I'll just have to beat off again! Can't you just jack it off for me!?" the boy insisted.
"No! Absolutely not! Now go to your room! Go to your room, or I'll tell your mother!" she said, realizing how impossible her situation was now.
"Shit! Can we do it again tomorrow? Or later tonight?" the kid asked, obviously downtrodden at the sudden loss of the good thing he had discovered in Miss Terrell.
"We'll talk about that later." Melanie said, almost to herself. "Now go to your room."
Lonnie stormed out the door and down the hall to his bedroom. Melanie saw that the two boys who had interrupted their lovemaking and brought her a sudden recurrence of her habitual shame were still standing in the hallway, listening to the conversation inside the tightly shut up bedroom. She closed the door behind Lonnie and ran to Ellen's closet to find something to cover her nakedness. Then she stood before the door, taking a deep breath and trying to control herself for the ordeal to come. She knew there was no way to lie to the boys about what they had seen with their own eager eyes. She had caught a glimpse of their erections making hard bumps in their scout uniforms and she knew that the sight they had seen had made an impression on them. She could only order them to keep quiet and hope that they would obey her. It was her only hope.
When she had gathered her wits about her, she threw open the bedroom door and confronted the boys. They stared at her as if she were still naked the way they had discovered her on the bed. She realized that the dress she had thrown on in her distracted rush to make herself decent really hid little of her delicious femininity. She silently cursed Ellen for her taste for sexy low-cut dresses. She knew that she had to be firm with the boys. She knew that she could not let them see in her any embarrassment or shame over what she and Lonnie had done. At the same time she knew that she had to put a quick stop to the whole affair. And she had to do away with any ideas the twins might have to join her in the activities.
"I suppose there's no point in denying that you saw something in there, boys." Melanie said, her voice unnaturally firm and unwavering. "However, it's finished now and you are to forget it. Do you understand?" she asked, unable to look the boys in the eye.
There was a long and nervous silence, during which Melanie was unable to keep her obviously frightened eyes from wandering over the bodies of the young boys who stood before her, not believing her at all. They sensed that there was something not at all honest in her artificially harsh manner. Melanie herself felt that her facade, so hastily constructed, was crumbling as she stood there. She couldn't help noticing how cute the twins were with their expressions of wonder and confusion. And she detected the shadow of a nasty little grin on each boy's face as they stared at the woman's full, luscious body. She was afraid to think what was going on in their innocent young minds. She could see clearly enough what was going on between their innocent young legs.
She winced when her eyes traveled down to their crotches and beheld the bumps that could only have been made by hard penises swollen with excitement. She swallowed when she saw their erect cocks, and in a second she knew that the night was far from over for her. All her determination to end her depraved acts with Lonnie and put young boys from her horny mind vanished in an instant when she realized that Danny and David were hard and horny for her. She looked at the expressions of confusion and barely concealed lust on the children's faces and was immediately told that they wanted her to teach her some of the tricks that she had taught their older brother. If only Bob and Ellen hadn't raised such sexually responsive kids! She had to face the undeniable fact that she was much too sexy to put sex from her mind now and that she had started something that she couldn't possibly stop now, although she had to try. She would try one last effort to put a stop to her sexual activities with the Dennis boys by being firm with them. And if her attempt failed, she had no choice, she knew, but to plunge again into the seething sea of her depraved lust.
"David! Danny! Go to your room! You are to forget what you saw and go to your room!" she almost shouted, her heart fluttering, her eyes unable to focus on anything but the stiff bulges of the boys' cocks.
"We don't want to, Miss Terrell! It's not our bedtime yet!" Danny said, his bright blue eyes flashing with indignation.
"And besides, Miss Terrell...." David began.
"Besides nothing! If I say it's your bedtime, it is your bedtime! I am here to sit with you, and you will do as I say. Now go to your room!" she said, her voice rising in pitch as well as in intensity, betraying her intense fear.
"Aw, shucks!" Danny said, stomping his foot.
Melanie was beginning to think that her firmness might be having some effect.
"We haven't had anything to eat yet!" David said, managing to finish what Melanie had interrupted.
"Oh." she said. "All right then. I will go downstairs and fix you something. You will stay in your room until then. No, better yet, you will go and wash up. Come down to the kitchen in twenty minutes and eat your supper. Then you will go to bed immediately. And I don't want you talking to Lonnie while I'm away. Do you understand?" she said.
"Are you going away?" David asked, a bit disappointed.
"Yes. I'll drop in tomorrow and have a long talk with you. There are some things I want you and your brother to understand." she said.
"Mommy always comes up and says goodnight to us before we go to bed, Miss Terrell." Danny added, looking down at his feet shyly.
"You're much too old for that!" she said.
"We won't be able to sleep if you don't, Miss Terrell!" David said, his eyes all sincerity.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Melanie said. "You boys are thirteen years old!"
"Honest, Miss Terrell. Mommy always tucks us in." Danny said.
"Oh, all right. I'll come up later. But only for a second. Now you get along and do as I say."
The boys shuffled off silently and Melanie went downstairs to fix the boys something to eat. As she was descending the long stairs she thought she heard dirty laughter coming from the general direction of the bathroom. She knew that the boys had been fooling her about having to tuck them in. But she had fallen for their trick, and there was no way to back out now. Something inside her made her want to keep her rendezvous with the two horny little boys. Something kept telling her to go up to see the boys no matter how afraid she was, no matter how they had tricked her, no matter what the boys might have in mind for her. They were making her cunt hot, making her tingle all over just as Lonnie had, just as Randy had.
Melanie discharged her sitter duties and dressed in her own clothes quickly, starting to head upstairs to put Ellen's dress where she had found it but deciding that it would not be a good idea to ever set foot in Ellen's bedroom again. She left the dress on the sofa and ran home, her mind ablaze with memories of the fucking sucking she had done with Ellen's fourteen-year-old son. The images of the two thirteen-year-old boys standing in the hallway with hard-ons bulging beneath their scout uniforms seemed to chase her as she ran across the yards to her own house. She found her own house vacant and strangely unsatisfying when she finally reached it.
Sitting alone in her large living room she felt abandoned and hurt. She had only minutes before been locked in a mad embrace with Lonnie, sucking his cock and being fucked beautifully in his innocent eager way. But now she was alone again and it terrified her. When she had been with Lonnie she had had no thoughts of loneliness, had had no real thoughts at all, only the surging sensations of sex and the warming feeling of love. With Lonnie she had felt both sexual love and the love of a woman for a boy, for a boy young enough to be her own son. The two feelings had merged, had become one feeling so powerful that it still resided deep within her somewhere. She was filled with an intense longing to have Lonnie again, and to enfold the twins in her arms.
She puzzled over her situation for hours, unable to keep her mind off her sexual and moral dilemma. The longer she thought about it, the less it became a question of morality. She wasn't hurting the boys at all, she knew. In fact, she thought, she was doing them some real good. She was introducing them to sex at an age when they could learn to enjoy it to the full and participate without guilt feeling. Her major problem was the heat burning between her legs. She needed relief again, needed one last fling with the young sex-students next door before she could be truly satisfied. She fought the idea all the way over to the Dennis' but by the time she reached the door she was too hot to fight at all.
It was very late. She noticed that all the lights in the house were off. She sneaked in through the patio door and padded upstairs, leaving her shoes on the bottom step. She stood at the end of the hall and tried to collect herself. She tingled with sexuality. She felt that her femininity was at the height of its charm and sexual appeal. She felt as if she could do anything if only her courage would let her. She knew that Lonnie's room was nearer to the top of the stairs than the room the twins shared. She tiptoed past it and stopped outside the twins' room. She could hardly breathe. The air was hot and stifling, and her body was tense with hot sexuality.
She opened the door soundlessly and just as soundlessly stepped inside, knowing inside that it was too late to turn back now. She had taken the first step and she was on her own with her exciting plans. She stood there long enough to accustom herself to the blackness and then silently stepped over to the bunk beds that Danny and David shared. She sat quietly on a chair near the bed and peered at the boy sleeping on the lower berth. He was lying on his back, a crisp white sheet pulled up to his neck. When her eyes could finally make out detail, she realized that it was David she was eyeing so hungrily.
There was a full moon that night. The cool moonlight filtered in through the leafy maple trees outside the upstairs window and glanced over the bed, illuminating the scene with somewhat harsh white light. She knew that the boy was fast asleep, his breathing was slow and regular. She watched his chest rise and fall for a while, wishing she could see what he looked like under the sheet that covered him. She reached out and made a move to feel his face. She caught herself and pulled her hand back. But she couldn't resist her impulses. She stretched out her hand once more and let her fingers brush against the smooth skin of the boy's cheek. She thrilled to the warmth of him and wanted more. She let her fingers trail down over his lips, feeling his facial contours gently, being careful not to awaken him.
She let her hand run down his throat and managed to force herself to stop, at least momentarily, where the sheet began. She touched the material that covered his sleeping young body and felt the warmth of his flesh radiating up through the sheet. She had to see him naked. She began slowly to pull the sheet down" over his sleeping form, baring first his chest and then the tightly muscled area of his stomach. She stopped denuding him when the sheet reached a few scattered hairs just above his groin. She put her hand on his smooth chest and felt his young heart beating slowly. She felt her own heart beating, too, only its pace was much faster than the boy's.
She let her hand glide over him until she could feel the small but unmistakable ripples of his well-developed stomach. She hadn't expected him to be so far along in his physical development. But the Dennis boys were all physical fitness buffs and she approved of the results of their activities. She looked at David's handsome, boyishly innocent face. She reached out and felt his slender but promising arms, felt the tiny soft hairs that grew here and there on his suntanned skin. She touched his tousled blond hair, brushing it back over his forehead. She wished that she had raised a boy like David.
Her hands continued to explore the kid's body, dipping now under the sheet and feeling the sparse, newly grown hair of his flat groin. She dared not remove the sheet all the way, afraid that the sight of his naked cock would excite her too much. She contented herself with feeling around blindly beneath the sheet until she found what she was after. When she found it she gasped so loudly that she was afraid she might have awakened the boy. The feel of his soft young penis in her delicate warm hand was enough to stir her deep down in her belly. She played with the boy's small but promising organ very gently.
She slipped her hand down under the boy's soft cock and felt his hot, heavy testicles. She caressed the boy's scrotum with her sensitive fingers, feeling his egg-shaped nuts moving inside his sac. She was dizzy and excited not only sexually but also emotionally. She was actually holding this boy's young virility in her hand, actually playing with the boy's balls, the balls that made the hot sperm she wanted to suck out of his body! Her mind reeled with images of the thirteen year old's dick. She had to find out how it looked. She had to add his cock to her collection.
Looking at his face to see if he was stirring she pulled the sheet down all the way and let it hang down over the foot of the bunk-bed. The boy moved a little when the sheet finally slipped down over the bed. She was still, perfectly still for a moment. Then she turned her attention to the boy's pubic area. The kid's prick was everything she had expected it to be. It was smaller than Lonnie's but just as beautiful as far as she was concerned in her heated state. She stared at the rather thick length of flesh that lay silent and warm-looking against his upper leg. He was circumcised and the head of his cock peeked up at her with its single eye. She had to touch it, had to play with it, even at the risk of waking him.
She moaned deep down in her throat when she reached out and felt the soft length of her boy's cock. She lifted it and moved it around, looking at it in the dim white moonlight, examining it with loving attention to every detail, every curve of it. She felt that she could have stared at David's dick all night. But she had to do more to the boy than merely feel him. She wanted to taste him, too, wanted to touch her gentle lips to his skin. She bent over his chest and kissed him there, very gently. She felt him stir when her lips touched him. She still held his cock in her hand. She began to feel the warm thing stirring, filling with blood and thickening, growing warmer in her hand.
Melanie knew that the boy would wake soon if she continued exploring his sleeping body but she could not resist. She let her kisses trail down past his navel all the way to the curly growth of his pubic hair. She felt the warmth of his cock against her cheek now, felt the blood-heat radiating from his organ. She let his dick rub against her cheek and her soft chin until she could resist temptation no longer. She touched her lips to the kid's lengthening dick, which, although it was not overly large, she considered to be a tasty mouthful. Her warm wet lips encircled the bared head of his cock, wetting it with saliva. She took the whole thing into her mouth and slowly worked her tongue over the head of it. In no time at all David's prick was stiff and ready inside her sweet, sucking mouth.
She looked up at the boy and saw that he was moving, writhing slowly, halfway between sleep and consciousness. She knew that he was coming to. She took her mouth off his dick and put her pretty lips against his, holding his rod in her hand and slowly working it up and down. When he opened his eyes he saw the lovely woman's face smiling at him affectionately.
David seemed startled at first. But when he realized what was happening to him his shock subsided and his surprised expression was replaced by a boyish grin. Melanie was amazed at the ease with which he had accepted her manipulations. He seemed less afraid than Lonnie had been. She breathed against his cheeks softly and whispered that there was nothing to be afraid of. She told him that she had decided to treat him to the same experience to which she had treated Lonnie. The boy desired no explanation. He merely put his hands behind his head and relaxed while the sexy schoolteacher played with his prick and balls.
"Do you like this, David?" Melanie whispered. "Do you like having my hand on your cock?" she asked.
"It feels real good, Miss Terrell." the boy replied, spreading his smooth young legs to let her have a better look at him.
"Do you know that I had your cockie in my mouth while you were asleep?" she asked, her eyes blazing.
"Gee, no, Miss Terrell!" he answered. "Is that why it's so hard?"
"Yes, David, that's why it's so hot and hard. Would you like me to put it in my mouth again for you and suck on it till it squirts me full of that white sticky stuff?" she asked.
"Oh shit, Miss Terrell. That'd be great! That'd be real great!" the boy said, getting more and more excited by the beautiful woman.
"Have you ever done anything like this before?" she asked, bending over his lower belly and biting at his groin.
"Gosh no, Miss Terrell! Who'd I do it with?" he asked, jumping when he felt the woman's face so close to his cock.
"Haven't any of the little girls ever felt your dickie for you?" Melanie asked.
"Well, Susie Watson did once. But she wouldn't do it again. I asked her, but she was kinda scared, I guess." the boy admitted, grinning.
"I'm not scared at all, David. I like little boys. I mean I like young men like you. she said, kissing his now rigid staff.
"Gosh, Miss Terrell. I kinda like you, too. You're so beautiful and all!" the boy replied, arching his back and raising his ass up off the bed to make his cock stick out farther.
Melanie was sucking on the boy's cock with a passion, her hands running up under his ass and feeling his buttocks and the smooth balls that hung beneath them. She was making little tongues of fire run up and down the shaft of his rod, making surging shocks of sexual electricity shoot back and forth inside his nuts. His buttocks flexed and clenched against her hand when she put it in between the cheeks of his butt. Soon the boy was writhing uncontrollably. He hadn't expected the experience to be so mind-bending.
Kneeling on the floor by the side of the bunk-bed Melanie looked the picture of hot lust. She looked even better when she took time out from her explorations to pull her dress off. She hadn't bothered to put anything on under it, leaving her stark naked in all her feminine splendor. The kid stared at her as she denuded herself. What a pair of tits! David had seen her naked in the dim light of his mother's bedroom but he hadn't expected to see her only a foot or two away from him. She had tits the size of melons, big and bulging, silken-looking, jiggling when she moved, seeming to be alive with warm pleasure. He had to touch her tits.
She saw him reaching out as if to grab her and knew what he wanted. She crawled closer to him and, still on her knees, presented her glorious bosoms for his inspection. She cradled them obscenely in her hands, lifting them, offering her mammaries to the innocent thirteen-year-old with the look of depravity in her blazing eyes. Her nipples were stiff and goose-fleshed, tingling inside, dying to be tweaked and sucked by the boy. Melanie's cunt was positively dripping between her hot legs, saturating her cunt-hair with dew. She knew that she was at least as excited as the boy was.
"Aren't my breasts nice?" she whispered tauntingly. "Wouldn't you like to touch them? Wouldn't you like to feel them? They're so soft and smooth. I like to have boys like you feel my titties." she said, moving closer and closer to the boy.
"Oh, Christ! Goddamn!" the boy said, reaching out and letting his hands fall on Melanie's soft yielding knockers.
"Have you ever felt a woman's breasts?" she asked, reaching down and taking the boy's rod in her hand again.
"No! Damn no! Fuck!" he said. "Oh shit, that's too much!"
"How do my breasts compare to your mother's?" she whispered.
"Better! Better! Bigger!" he said, squeezing the' melons of flesh as if his hands were out of control.
"Then you must see her tits a lot." Melanie continued.
"Whenever I can." the boy said, blushing a bit, "What a terrible thing!" Melanie said with mock seriousness. "Do you mean that you actually like to see your mother's tits?"
"Well ... I guess ... I mean hell, sometimes I can't help it...." the boy said, self-consciously.
"Meaning?" Melanie asked.
"Well ... She's always walking around the house naked. A guy can't keep his eyes shut all the time." he admitted.
"True. From now on you can look at my tits instead. And you can feel mine, too." she said. "Wouldn't you rather feel my tits instead of just looking at your mother's?"
"Oh yeah! Yeah!" the boy grunted.
Melanie was intrigued by the admission that David's mother paraded about in the nude. She wondered what made her do such a thing. And with such horny youngsters around the house, too! Perhaps Ellen did it all on purpose! Perhaps there was more to Ellen Dennis than Melanie had realized.
"Come in my hand, David! Shoot your sperm into my hand! I want to rub it all over my tits! Do it! Do it now! Can you shoot it now, David?" she groaned, alive with lust, pounding at the boy's rock-hard erection while he fondled her tits.
"Oh hell yes! Shit yes! I'm comin'! I can feel it!" David gasped as he felt his nuts seeming to burst.
"Yessss! Shoot it! Oh please! I love it! cum!" she cried, burying her head in the boy's groin.
When David ejaculated his heavy load of sperm Melanie directed the blasts so that each landed hard against her tits. When the boy was finished shooting she rubbed his copious emission into her quaking breasts, covering them with a slippery glaze of sperm. She then positioned herself over the boy, crawling in bed with him and straddling his chest. There was hardly room for her to sit up but she managed. She pushed her luscious tits into the boy's wildly excited face and let him suck her stiff little nipples. Her cunt was dripping hot lovejuices all over his hard young chest.
"Would you like to suck my cunt?" she smiled down at him. "Would you like to lick my sweet pussy?"
"Can I? Oh, yessss! Let me do it!" the boy sputtered, his mouth still full of hot tit.
Melanie straddled the kid and pushed her wet cunt up against his face. She was almost choking the boy. He had to fight for his breath, but he proceeded to lap at her offered cunt anyway, liking it more and more all the time. His tongue found its way between her pussy-lips and entered her flexing quaking channel. Soon the boy's chin was wet with her sex-juices.
"Hey! What's goin' on down there?" a voice said from the upper bunk.
"Miss Terrell's letting me suck her cunt! Just like she did Lonnie! Shit! It's delicious! No wonder all the older guys are always talking about fucking!" David shouted, full of uncontrolled excitement.
"You kiddin'?" Danny asked, hanging over the bed and looking wide-eyed at the goings on downstairs.
"No shit!" David said to his brother. "I'll bet she'll even let you in on it if you ask her!"
"He won't even have to ask!" Melanie said, motioning for the boy to come down and join them.
Danny climbed down the ladder and stood by the bed, naked as the day he was born, his dick already rigid and dripping with pre-cum. Melanie looked over his slender young body that looked so much like David's. He had David's blue eyes and blond hair and the sexy grin that flashed over his devilish face from time to time. She felt her clit burning when she thought of having sex with the two boys at once. She would do it! She would have them both on the same bed. She would drive them both wild with sexual excitement until they both came again and again in her mouth and up her cunt. She could hardly wait to begin her depraved sexual instruction.
She moved off of David's chest and let Danny crawl into the already cramped lower bunk with his brother. She told the boys to lie side by side. Since there was so little room, Danny had to sling his leg over his brother's and put his arm under his head. Melanie kneeled between their legs and bent to her task of sucking both boys in turn. She tasted the salty sperm that David had already shot into her hand as it dribbled out of him. She tasted the slippery oozings of Danny's young sex-stalk. It didn't take long at all for Danny to shoot a load of sexcream into Miss Terrell's hot wet mouth. And it didn't take long at all for David to grow hard again under the woman's influence. Melanie loved every minute of it. Her mind was ablaze with all sorts of positions for wild sex with the two kids.
After Danny had shot his load into her mouth, she swallowed it all and immediately proceeded to teach David how to fuck her in the cunt. She lay on her back first, letting Danny watch and play with himself while his brother put his little cock in her pussy and pummeled her until she cried in pleasure-pain. Then it was Danny's turn to fill her cunt. He enjoyed the experience thoroughly giving up another load of cum. Then Melanie got on her knees and bent down, resting her pretty face on David's pillow, her beautifully shaped ass exposed lewdly for the boys. They both examined her hairy cunt, which peeked out between the lower halves of her ass like a furry animal. They took turns licking her fragrant pussy in her upturned position. Then Melanie told them to stand up and shove their cocks into her from behind. They obeyed and took turns stabbing her cunt with their unsheathed lances, filling the air with hot wet slurping sounds and warm cries of pleasure.
The three sex-happy fuckers frolicked for the longest time in David's bed. The boys fucked Melanie in the ass, too, something she had never done with a boy before, something that only the man who had raped her brutally had had the indecency to do to her. But she enjoyed that, too, much to her amazement. She came again and again all night, rising again and again to the heights of sexual ecstasy and taking her two boys with her. By the time the three were finished they had barely enough energy to stumble to the shower and refresh themselves.
Melanie had the presence of mind to take the pile of cum-stained sheets home with her to throw into her washing machine, thus disposing of any possible evidence of her taboo activities. But the real problem was with the boys themselves. She didn't want the twins telling Lonnie what she had done with them in David's cramped bunk. Neither did she want Lonnie discussing with the twins his sexual gymnastics with her. And most importantly of all she did not want Randy to find out about any of it. She knew now that the boys would definitely not say anything to their parents since it would mean their heads, too. But Randy was another matter. She was still terribly afraid of him with his aggressiveness and taunting. She was no match for the boy and she dreaded the thought of ever having to submit to him in a sexual encounter. She made the boys promise never to say anything to him about their encounters. But she still worried. She slept fitfully that night.
CHAPTER SIX
Two weeks had passed since Melanie had introduced the Dennis boys to the taboo delights of fucking an older woman. After their one night of hot sex Melanie had persuaded herself to put an abrupt stop to their activities before they got out of hand, not that they hadn't already. It had been difficult for her. When she had gone over to their house on Sunday morning to fix a quick breakfast for the boys, the atmosphere had been so tense that she could hardly stand it. Everyone sat around the table as if it would be their last meal. Danny and David refused to look at each other or at Lonnie, who likewise kept his eyes glued to his pancakes. Each boy had to been ordered not to say a word to anyone about Miss Terrell's sex instruction class. None of the boys dared look at Melanie even for a second.
She left the house after breakfast and vowed never to return. She couldn't put everyone through such a nerve-wracking experience again. She instructed the boys in a rather severe manner to fix themselves something to eat for dinner and manage "like young men" to take care of themselves until their parents arrived. When Bob and Ellen did return Monday morning they made an effort to see Melanie and thank her for keeping the boys out of trouble while they were away. But Melanie had managed to avoid them, not having the courage to face either of them after what she had done to their boys. They had been amazed and hurt by her refusal to speak to them and her sudden icy manner. Two weeks of silence had passed, and she knew that Bob and Ellen had to be getting terribly curious about what had happened to make Melanie so strangely aloof. She hoped that they would not question the boys too closely. Worried though she was about Bob and Ellen, Randy was her major concern. If trouble was to come, it would most likely come through Randy. There was still another week until the end of school, and she had had to face her tormentor each day in her English class as usual. He hadn't made any major attempts to excite her, at least not in the obscene way he had the afternoon when they had been interrupted by the janitor. But she was deeply afraid of him, afraid of what he might find out about his brothers and what he would do to her when he found out. There would be no stopping him if he ever discovered her interest in young boys, she knew. She couldn't even look at the boy, refusing to call on him in class even when he volunteered. She left the room immediately when the buzzer sounded, disobeying school regulations but wanting to protect her cunt rather than her job. So far things had gone smoothly enough. She was sure that he hadn't found out about her and the wild things she did with David, Danny, and Lonnie. She wondered how long her peace would last.
There was no peace at all between her legs. Melanie's easily excited pussy was giving her a terrible time. Having tasted the pleasures of the flesh with young Lonnie and the twins, Melanie had quickly developed a ravenous appetite for more of the same. She was hot between the legs most of the time now. She tried to go back to the slight comfort of her electric dildo but found it-impossible to satisfy her desires with a piece of plastic. Masturbation, no matter how expertly she did it, was simply not a satisfactory substitute for hot sweating wild fucking with the boys she had ravished. There was something sterile about the act of masturbation, something that made her lonely rather than filling her with the love and lust that she had found with Lonnie and the twins. She had felt fulfilled in a deep and moving way with the boys. But now she was only lonely and depressed.
Melanie knew that she could not go on the way she was. Her super-heated cunt simply would not allow her to remain unfulfilled for long. She knew that she could easily find a man her own age to fill her wet cunt with hot cock. The men had always been after her in the past and would begin their chase again at the drop of a hint. She had only to let them know that she was interested. But she was not interested, not in men her own age at least, and nothing she could tell herself could make her desire sex with males over eighteen. She wanted only young boys and preferably young boys with no experience in sex. Such boys were next door waiting for her, she knew. And that knowledge made her body hot with passion and frustrated her terribly.
Melanie was sitting at her kitchen window, trying to enjoy her morning coffee. She was wearing her dressing gown, open at the neck and her fluffy slippers. The glancing rays of the morning sun warmed her neck and made her face tingle. She tingled even more when she looked out across her lawn and saw Randy Dennis tossing a basketball through a hoop nailed to the Dennis' garage. She had been vaguely aware of the rhythmic thump of the ball against the garage door for several minutes but had been too absorbed with her own thoughts to seek out the source of the sound. When she saw Randy standing there holding the ball, preparing to make a free-throw, the sun highlighting his features, she almost melted inside.
Randy was wearing only his school gym shorts and tennis shoes. She stared appreciatively at his athletic young body brimming with vigor and health. He jumped and moved with catlike grace and with none of the adolescent clumsiness that plagued most boys his age. She watched the sixteen-year-old boy's muscles flex and loosen as he played his solo game. Her cunt muscles began to flex and loosen, too, in spite of her attempts to control herself. She was getting terribly excited watching the partially clad boy in his athletic exercise. She pulled the curtain closed and peeked out at the boy, hoping he wouldn't see her. She reached down under her dressing gown and found the moist entrance to her feminine treasure.
Melanie hated herself for her quickness to play with her pussy while she watched the handsome young man play basketball only a few yards away. She hated herself not because she thought there was anything wrong with her attempts at se I f-m ani p u I a t i o n but because such self-manipulation was such a waste of time. She wanted and needed more than her own carefully manicured fingers inside her sopping wet sex. But those fingers had found their way inside her in spite of herself and there was no removing them now. She gently pinched and rubbed her clitoris as she sat there peeking out her kitchen window. Her legs were crossed lightly, her cunt nestling warm and vibrant between them. She felt her fingers getting wet and sticky with her feminine secretions. She had never been so hot in her life. She thought that her experiments with Lonnie and the twins had made her more responsive to sexual stimulation than satiating her.
She stared at the boy's genitalia, which she could see bouncing around beneath his overly tight gym shorts. She had seen his sexual equipment once, and she was dying to see it again. But still she was afraid of him, afraid of the way he might hurt her just as the wicked rapist had years before. But from her window vantage point at a safe distance from him, the boy was everything she had always wanted. He had a big long cock to fill her cunt and strong arms to hold her tight in a hard love embrace. She closed her eyes and imagined the boy holding her, his rock-hard erection buried in her pussy, his lips clamped tightly over hers, his muscles tense and his body hot against her.
She imagined the surges of hot lust that would race up and down her spine, imagined the dizziness she would feel when he held her. She imagined the slurping wet sounds his cock and her impaled cunt would make as he pounded into her. She imagined the lusty look in his wild eyes and the sexy shit-eating grin that would spread over his boyish face while he fucked her. She imagined how stiff and excited tingling nipples would get as they brushed up against his hairless chest. She imagined the tension in her legs, imagined her legs flailing wildly as she felt the boy's hot hard-on jabbing in and out of her secret place. She felt herself rising higher and higher toward the brink of a flashing collapse of her body in a wild orgasm. She began to moan and whimper as she worked away frantically between her lightly crossed lovely legs.
"Oh, Randy, darling Randy, fuck me! Screw me hard! Jab my cunt! Come in me! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! I love it so much! I love your cock! I want to give you my cunt forever! Fuck me! Feel my tits! Suck them! Bite them! take me! I let your brothers fuck me and it's your turn! Dick me! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried softly but with real feeling as she manipulated the swollen wet lips of her delicious cunt.
Wrapped up in her self-manipulations Melanie was unaware of the fact that the rhythmic thumping of the basketball had ceased. She had let the curtain fall shut and was working away at her cunt with her eyes tightly closed.
"Oh, Randy! Randy darling! Lover! I want you! I want you! I need you !" she continued to moan.
"Here I am, Miss Terrell!" she heard a deep voice say.
Melanie screamed when she wheeled about and saw Randy standing by the kitchen table. He had sneaked in while she was playing with her cunt. He had closed the door behind him as if he were planning to stay a while. He seemed not at all embarrassed at having interrupted Melanie's finger exercises. She realized immediately that the grinning boy had been watching for some time and knew exactly what she had been up to. She stared wild-eyed at him, her eyes darting about as if to find some avenue of escape. But she was in her own house. She could hardly break through the barrier he made before the door with his nearly naked body. She had no place to which to run. She thought of running upstairs and locking herself in her bedroom. But when she made a motion to rise from the kitchen chair Randy moved toward her menacingly. She eased herself back down and stopped his approach. He was obviously going to take his time with her. She was trapped and there was no doubting the hot ideas that raced through the horny boy's mind. He had seen the luscious woman playing with her cunt, had even heard the little slurping sounds her fingers made between her juicy cunt-lips, had heard her begging for him in her wild imaginings. She knew that there was no stopping him from taking what he wanted.
She held her dressing gown close to her naked body, uncrossing her legs and clamping them together, sitting upright in the chair, gripping the edge of the kitchen table until her knuckles turned white. Randy stared at her, his eyes tearing the clothes off her body and raping her as she sat there frozen with fear. She felt his glittering eyes burning into her mind. She knew that he had fucked far more than his share of girls and had no moral qualms about fucking anywhere and any time he liked. She realized too that he had caught sight of her watching him and had guessed that the time was right to push his desires to their logical conclusion. What she didn't know was that Lonnie and the twins had told him all about her wild night of hot sex that morning.
"What's the matter, Miss Terrell? You wanted me. I heard you begging me to fuck you. Now I'm here all ready to do it and you act like you don't want it. What is this shit, baby? Let's cut this fuckin' pretending!" Randy grinned at the helpless woman.
"I ... I didn't mean ... I ... Oh! ... This is terrible ... Oh God, no! ... I...." she sobbed, dropping her face to the kitchen table.
"Don't know what the hell you're bawlin' about, Melanie baby. You asked for it, baby. And you're gonna get it, like it or not." the boy said, obviously unmoved by Melanie's show of emotion.
"No! No!" she cried. "I don't want you! No!"
"Funny. You didn't say no when Lonnie gave you a taste of his dick. And you sure didn't say no when David or Danny stuck it to you. How were they, anyway? Pretty good?" he said, his voice controlled and taunting.
Melanie looked up with a new kind of terror in her eyes. She was beside herself with fear and agony. So they had told their big brother all about her! No wonder he was so horny for her, she thought. All her secrets were out! Had he been told the whole story? All the private details of their depraved night of lust? Her head swam with such embarrassing thoughts. She was about to close her eyes to try to escape the reality of the situation when Randy did something that kept her eyes wide-open in spite of herself.
"Lonnie's got a pretty good sized dick for a fourteen-year-old kid, I guess. But mine's a lot bigger, Melanie. That's why Lonnie calls me big brother, I guess." Randy laughed, spreading his legs and putting his hands on his hips. "How's this look to you, baby? After seeing such small cocks on my brothers that is."
Randy pushed his gym shorts down until the hair on his groin showed above the white elastic waistband. He reached inside his shorts and lugged out his cock, which now was as hard as steel. He pulled the shaft out and let it stick up past his belly-button, putting his hands back on his hips and standing there letting the woman have a look at him.
Melanie couldn't help staring at his massive sexual anatomy. She let her hands drop to her sides as if there was no strength left in her arms. When her arms fell to her sides her dressing gown fell open, exposing her trembling body in all its sexual radiance. Her huge, perfectly moulded knockers stood out from her voluptuous body temptingly. She moved her legs just a bit and the gown opened farther, exposing the nest of love-hair between her legs. The gown fell open until her legs, too, were totally naked. She was powerless to cover herself even though she knew that the horny boy was staring hungrily at her trembling body.
"You look even better this morning than you did the other night when you played with yourself in front of your mirror. You sure were hot that night! I had to jack off just watchin' you." he said.
"You ... You what...?" she gasped.
"Sure, baby! Didn't you know I was watchin' you? Hell yes. And I know you were watchin' me jack off! Come on, Melanie baby! Don't give me any of that shit! Why the hell do you think I stood in front of the window and beat off? I know you want it, cunt! I know you're hot for my cock! You sure were hot for my brothers' cocks! How 'bout takin' a closer look, Melanie?" he said, walking stiff-legged toward her, his jerking cock bobbing up and down under his shorts.
Randy stood so close to her that she could almost feel the heat from his organ. She gazed at the big oozing thing as if hypnotized by it. She could not move a muscle, even when she felt his hand touching her naked breasts. She sucked in her breath when his hand fell on her warm breast. She felt his fingers closing on her naked knockers, squeezing and kneading her yielding flesh, making lusty sensations race through her body in spite of her efforts to control her emotions. She knew that her responses to his insistent onslaught were making themselves visible to the boy. She could tell that he felt her melting, giving herself up to him.
"See, Melanie. That's not so bad. Damn, you've got great tits! You don't mind if I feel you up a little do you? I mean, after all, baby, I heard you begging me to suck 'em a minute or two ago! Lonnie tells me you like havin' your boobs sucked. Y'know how I found out about you and my brothers? I caught Lonnie beatin' off this morning when I went up to the toilet to take a shower. I mean he wasn't just beatin' off, nothin' new about that. But he had Mom's dress, rubbin' it against his dick. He was pretty damn embarrassed when I walked in on him, but I got him to tell me what was goin' on. He told me you wore that dress the night you fucked him and the twins. Shit, I was amazed, Melanie! Couldn't believe it! Especially after the way you turned me down that afternoon in school! Just doesn't seem fair to me, Melanie." Randy grinned at her, playing with her tits and forcing his pelvis up against her breasts, almost absentmindedly.
Melanie felt the boy's hard dick-head rubbing up against her hot tits, wetting them with its slippery pre-cum oozings. She felt the head of his big purple-headed tomcat slipping and sliding against her stiffening nipple-peaks. He gyrated his hips against her bosoms obscenely, mindless of the fear he knew she felt. She could only stare down at her breasts and the cock that rubbed against them. In spite of herself she was getting hornier and hotter all the time. She was growing hungry for his big thick post, the biggest thing she had ever seen between a boy's legs. She needed and wanted his rod, needed and wanted him to take her, needed to feel the strength of his virile body holding and using her.
"Now you're getting the idea, lady. Not so bad, huh?" he said, pressing his body closer and closer against her. "How 'bout letting me suck your pussy for a while, just to make you hot. How 'bout that?"
"No ... No...." she muttered.
She was verbally resisting him even while she felt her legs open involuntarily. The boy moved back away from her and got on his knees. He reached for her thighs and pulled her toward him, making her sit on the edge of the seat. He brushed her dressing gown away from her legs and began to feel her cunt, putting his hand palm upward under her hairy mound. He put his fingers down under her cunt and began moving them up and down, tickling her gash from beneath her sex. Keeping his hand in place, his fingers moving against her pouting cunt, he put his face against her fragrant pussy and rested there for a while, feeling the intense heat radiating through her love-hair. She couldn't help moving her legs when he put his handsome face against her private place. She spread them wide and luxuriated in the warm feeling of the young boy's soft cheeks against her nearly blonde twat. Her pussy was steaming by now, wet and musky and delicious.
Randy found it delicious enough to make a fine feast. He rubbed his face against her gash for a while and then proceeded to lap at her treasure, slurping noisily between her spread legs. He licked her tender gash from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, taking care to diddle the tiny bud of her tender clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She jerked a little each time his tongue-tip touched the turgid center of her passion. Randy felt her pussy moistening more and more by the second. Her hot cunt-juices were pouring out of her wildly excited sex, wetting his tongue.
"Ummmmmmm! That's damn nice, Melanie! You taste better than Shirley Campbell! And she has a damn tasty pussy!" the boy grinned at her, looking up with a dirty glimmer in his eyes.
Melanie blushed when she saw him look up from his work. Having him down between her legs was embarrassing enough. But having him talking to her was unbearable. She looked away and closed her eyes."
"Damn nice!" he said, noting her embarrassment.
He went back to his hot licking and sucked her until she began to quiver and shake all over. Her legs closed around his neck, holding him against her cunt.
"Gotta breathe! Gotta breathe!" he coughed in jest.
Melanie thought she would die when he pulled his face away from her seething cunt. He moved closer to her and began sucking her tits, nibbling on her nipples, holding them between his teeth and pulling them until they snapped back. Melanie threw her pretty head back, shaking her thick cascading golden hair behind her, moving her head back and forth, swaying to the slow rhythm of sex. She cried out loud when she felt his rock-hard post pushing up against her cunt. She cried again when she felt it suddenly thrust inside her, spreading open her cunt-lips and charging into her hot pink channel.
Randy gripped the woman's soft pink shoulders and held her tightly while he pounded into her twat. He felt the friction of his cock-shaft rubbing against the vinyl chair seat as the thing pounded in and out of her cunt. He could hear his cock slurping in and out of her, could hear her little cries of passion, could hear the kitchen chair creaking slightly as she moved in it. She was positively writhing with excitement. Randy felt his swollen testicles bouncing around inside his gym shorts. His dick stuck out over the elastic waistband but his balls were concealed. His shorts were getting wet with the flowing fluids of the woman's femininity. He pulled out of her with an audible sucking sound and told her to take his shorts off for him.
Melanie agreed to push the boy's shorts down. She was madly caught up in the hot fuck now, no longer afraid of being hurt. She wanted to be hurt if he wanted to hurt her. She was his now, and she would gladly do anything he asked of her. She wanted to see the boy's thickly swollen balls, wanted to play with the organs, wanted to suck on them and beat him off while she did so. She pushed his shorts down quickly and let him step out of them. He stood there in front of her with his body bared and his balls hanging low between his strong legs. She reached out and took his nuts in her hands, weighing them lovingly as if she had never seen anything like them before.
"Oh, you're beautiful! So beautiful!" she cried as she held the kid's hot balls.
"True. True." he smiled, then breaking into a laugh.
"Let me suck your balls and cock!" she moaned, bending down toward his midsection where his cock-head throbbed against his belly.
"Sounds good! Think you can get that big fucker in your pretty little mouth? Cindy Watson says she has trouble with it whenever she sucks me off." Randy said proudly, spreading his long legs.
"I'll get it in my mouth somehow, Randy!" Melanie said, holding the shaft of the jerking thing in her hand. "I love you so much! I love your cock! Just looking at it makes my cunt tingle!"
"I thought you might change your mind when you got a closer look at it." the boy said. "Nothing to be afraid of, baby. I like your pussy real good. We'll get along real good."
Taking a deep breath Melanie plunged her head down over the dripping shaft of the sixteen-year-old boy's rigid dick. She felt the head of the thing touching her tonsils and oozing pre-cum down her throat. She reached under his cock and grabbed his tightly swollen cum-filled nuts, pulling on them while she sucked him. He began to move with her, thrusting his rod in and out of her mouth, very slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed and urgency. Soon the head of his tightly swollen cock was banging against the back of Melanie's sucking throat like a hard battering ram of flesh. She was not afraid, although the throbbing thing made her nearly choke each time it hit against her tonsils. She sucked for dear life.
Randy was enjoying the woman's eager sucking. He held her head tight against him and swayed back and forth to the rhythm of his pelvic movements. He knew that he was about to fill her pretty face with cum. He thought he ought to warn her of the impending ejaculation so that she could prepare to swallow the gallons of hot cum that he knew he would shoot into her.
"Hey, Melanie baby. Y'know what's gonna happen in a minute or two? I'm gonna cum in your mouth! You don't mind do you?" he asked.
Melanie shook her head wildly, hurting his cock a bit in the process.
"I kinda thought you'd like that. But don't break my dick off!" he said.
The boy began pounding into the horny schoolteacher's face with even greater force and speed. The mad rhythm of his pummeling made Melanie's entire body shake. Her tits quaked. Her hair shook behind her. Her fleshy buttocks jiggled slightly. Her steaming hot cunt trembled with passion. She gurgled deep down in her throat when she felt the kid's sperm blasting inside her. She tried to swallow his heavy load in vain, unable to keep pace with the never-ending spasms of his ejaculating balls. She felt his sperm dribbling out over her lips and running down her chin. She had never thought such a volume of cum was possible from a young boy's nuts. She knew now that Randy had a lot to teach her.
After she had sucked his cock dry he pulled it out of her face and stood in front of her again, shaking his dripping penis at her. She bent to the task of licking up the sperm that had dribbled onto his fuzzy balls and fallen on his legs. She took time to suck each of his now quiet testicles into her mouth and roll them around with her tongue. She felt his slippery dick up against her cheek soft and inviting. She couldn't resist putting it back into her mouth again and sucking on it until it grew stiff again. It had only been a few seconds since Randy had shot a huge load into her face and already he was hard! She was amazed at the boy's virility and power. Perhaps she had found a match for her blazing passions.
"How 'bout that! Made me hard again! Baby, you're too much! Too fuckin' much! How 'bout letting me fuck your rosy cunt for a while?" he asked, knowing perfectly well how eager she was now to have him fuck her.
Melanie would have done anything in the world for Randy at that point. She stood up when he reached out to take her hand. He led her into the living room and sat her down on her own sofa. She was amazed at her lack of will, at her complete helplessness under the influence of Randy Dennis. She knew that he had a power over her that she could not break, the power of hot lust. It was that power that made her obey when he told her to lie down and spread her legs wide. It was that power that made her help guide his big thick meat stick into position between her widespread luscious legs. It was that power that made her twat drip with hot lubricating fluids. It was that power that made her mewl with passion when the horny boy began bucking his cock into her. It was that power that made her scream when she flashed off in a crazy orgasm that shook her every muscle.
Melanie felt as if she had suddenly toppled from a great height. She grew dizzy. She felt the world slipping away, as if reality were passing by as she fell from the top of a mountain. Her cunt flashed and burned as her lusty fires swept through her. She felt hot molten lead squirting inside her cunt, felt the boy's powerful load of hot sperm shoot against the inner walls of her soft canal. She felt his nuts slapping hard against her cunt as he went wild in her. She felt his cock stiffen suddenly inside her just as he shot off. She closed her smiling eyes and relaxed for a minute or two after they both came quickly but enjoyably. The boy didn't interrupt her relaxation. Instead he fell against her tit-pillows and rested too, breathing deeply and kissing her lips softly.
After they had rested for a while Randy sat up and asked the woman to suck him off for a while. She was eager to obey. Then he licked out her luscious cunt, sucking out his own sperm and the fragrant juices of her vibrant sex. She felt lewd and lascivious as she sat there on her sofa with her legs spread out in front of her having her recently-fucked twat sucked out by a sixteen-year-old boy. It was an experience that she wanted to repeat again and again. She secretly wished she could treat the other boys in her classes to such a sex-feast.
"How was I? Better than my kid brothers?" Randy asked, looking up at the sexy schoolteacher with a lusty grin.
"Much better, much better!" she said, no longer embarrassed.
"What ever made you go after those guys, anyway?" he asked, licking his lips and sitting down beside her.
"I don't know ... I guess ... I was afraid of you. I wanted a boy who wouldn't hurt me. And things just happened....What did they tell you?" she asked, deciding not to tell Randy about her rape years before.
"They just told me all the shit you did with them, that's all. They said you acted awfully embarrassed about it afterwards. I didn't believe it at first. But after I checked Lonnie's story out with Danny and David I had to believe them. Shit, Melanie, there's no reason to be so damn embarrassed. Nothin' to be ashamed of. They got a big bang out of it. Didn't hurt 'em any." Randy said, his fingers carelessly moving in the bush of Melanie's love-hair.
"You won't tell your parents, will you?" she asked, looking at the boy seriously.
"Shit no." he said. "Why the hell would I do a thing like that? You worry too much." he said reassuringly. "Say, Melanie, how about lettin' me stick it up your ass?"
"What?!" she said, shocked.
"Stick my cock up your ass!" he said. "I'm hard again. But I guess you can see that." he said, looking down between his legs at his hard-on.
"You'll do no such thing!" she said, half seriously.
"Aw c'mon, Melanie. You'll like it. All the girls like it. Just takes some gettin' used to that's all." the boy said, wrapping his fist around his cock and beating it up and down.
"Won't it hurt me? You have an awfully thick one, you know!" Melanie said, protesting only half-heartedly.
"I know my dick's pretty big. But I promise not to hurt you too much. Sure, it'll hurt a little at first. But there's nothin' to worry about. Butt-fucking is a groove." he said, putting his hand behind his sexy woman friend and slipping his fingers down under the cheeks of her butt.
"Well ... I suppose we could try it. You promise you won't hurt me?" she asked, responding to the fingers that played in the crack of her pretty ass.
"Won't hurt you a bit. Let's get on the floor over there on that nice soft rug," he said, helping the hot woman to her feet and leading her to the rug in front of the fireplace.
Melanie followed the boy's instructions and got on her knees. She bent down until her face was against the rug and felt Randy's fingers spreading open the up turned cheeks of her rosy ass. She felt his fingers playing up and down the crack of her ass, tickling her until she had to giggle. She felt his fingers dip down from time to time into the gaping gash of her hot, pink cunt, tickling her there and making her more and more willing to be fucked in the ass. She felt the boy pressing his finger inside her, slipping in slowly, joint by joint until his finger was buried in her ass all the way to the knuckle. She felt him moving his stiff finger around inside her anal cavern, felt him moving it in and out slowly, bringing it all the way to the final joint and thrusting it back in all the way.
She was just beginning to enjoy the way he was finger-fucking her when she felt a sudden pang of fear. He pulled his finger all the way out of her asshole and replaced it with the bulging head of his rigid cock. She had sudden misgivings when she felt the heavy organ resting slippery and hot against the ring of her anal hole. How could she possibly take such a huge thing into her? She had tried to fuck herself in the ass with her plastick dick and even that had hurt her. How would this huge thing feel inside her? She wanted to back out now, wanted to take his cock into her cunt or her mouth, anywhere but in her tight asshole. She began to resist him.
"What's the matter, Melanie? Gettin' cold feet?" the boy said.
"I'm afraid...." she whimpered.
"You weren't scared when David and Danny
"But they were so much smaller ... So much smaller ... Aragggh!" she cried as Randy plunged his thick meat-pole into her butt.
"Now take it easy, baby. Take it easy! Sure it hurts! It'll get better! Just don't fight it! Okay?" he said, his rod buried up to his groin in her ass.
Randy stood perfectly still while Melanie got used to the pain his huge cock was causing her. She thought he would do permanent damage to her, the searing pain was so intense. She didn't want to move at all, didn't want to do anything to make the pain return once it began slowly to diminish. But Randy had other ideas. As soon as he thought she was getting used to him he began to move his penis around inside her tight ass. She cried softly when she felt the hot stick pushing insistently against the tightly-stretched walls of her butt-hole.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you a little. So if it hurts too much, you just tell me and I'll slow down. I don't want to hurt you, Melanie. Really!" he said.
Melanie moaned her approval. Strangely enough the pain in her ass was beginning to subside and was being slowly replaced by a peculiar feeling of intense pleasure. Her pleasure increased considerably when he began shoving his thick battering ram in and out of her ass, stopping only occasionally when the pain grew too intense. By the time he was ready to shoot off inside her, her hot pussy was dripping hot love-juices again. She responded to his hot fucking by moving her body with him, meeting his hard butt-fucking thrusts.
Melanie felt the kid shooting a hot stream of cum inside her ass. She heard him shout at the top of his voice when his efforts were rewarded. She felt good having brought him such intense sexual pleasure. She felt fulfilled when she realized that Randy appreciated all that she was doing for him.
"Oh damn! Jeeeeze! I'm cummin'! I'm fuckin' cummin'! Your ass is gonna be filled up now, baby! Feel it?! Feel that stuff shootin'?! Beeeeautiful! Fuck! Fuck! You're great! Best ever!" he growled as he came.
When Randy's rod slipped soft and relaxed out of the woman's sucking asshole he bent to the pleasant task of sucking her cunt again. This time he worked on her pussy until she came wildly, her cunt gushing sticky musky moisture all over his young eager face. He licked at her until she seemed to collapse, lying back on the floor and closing her eyes. He lay beside his lady friend and caressed her gently while they rested after their sexual exertion.
Later, while they took a long and luxurious bath together in Melanie's tub, they discussed their future together and made plans for more fucking and sucking. Melanie and her boy took turns sponging each other in the fragrant water of Melanie's bubble-bath. Randy had resisted the idea of taking a bubble bath at first as being too sissy. But once he tried it he began to enjoy the feeling of the tiny bubbles playing over his skin. He especially liked the way Melanie used the sponge on his genitalia, caressing his cock and balls. They sat facing each other, their soapy legs intertwined. Every now and then Randy would reach out and stroke her silken knockers or tangle his fingers in the curly hair of her pussy.
"I don't know what brought us together, Melanie, but I sure am glad it happened." Randy said softly.
"I guess I always wanted you to fuck me, Randy. You were always so strong and virile." she replied.
"And I always wanted to fuck you ever since we moved in next door. Sure, I fuck lots of girls my own age. Hell, Dad always taught me to take my fun wherever I can find it. But shit, Melanie, none of those girls are as good as you. You're so ... so ... mellow. Yeah that's it. You're mellow like that old wine Mom brings out of the cellar sometimes. Mellow. So soft and smooth. You're the greatest." Randy said, his eyes roving over Melanie's lush curves.
"That's lovely, Randy. It makes me feel so good inside to know that somebody really loves me. I've been lonely for so long." she admitted, her eyes lowered.
"Is that why you went after my brothers?" he asked tenderly. "Did somebody hurt you once?" he asked. "If they did just let me get my hands on them." he added, making a fist.
"That was a long time ago. I think I'll be able to forget it now. Now that I know that somebody really cares about me." she said, touched at the boy's unexpected tenderness and concern. "Then you really don't blame me for doing those terrible things to your brothers?"
"They didn't think those things were so damn terrible!" he replied. "In fact, they really loved every minute. And I can't blame 'em."
"I must admit that I enjoyed it, too. I enjoyed it a great deal. Just thinking about it makes me giddy. Those young boys! Knowing that they were your brothers! Ohhhh!" she said.
"It's just too bad that they can't do it again." he said. "Know what I mean?"
"I might. You don't suppose...." she said, getting the hint.
"Sure, Melanie. Why not? If you like it and they like it why not do it? Nobody's gonna find out." Randy continued, his eyes glowing with desire.
"Do you mean it? Really? It sounds tempting." she replied.
"Maybe we could all get together for some real hot fucking. Mom and Dad are goin' away again in a couple of weeks for a day or two. School'll be out then. Maybe we could have a real ball. How 'bout it?" Randy said, all eagerness.
"Lovely. Lovely." she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the days following Melanie's experience with Randy she managed to see Bob and Ellen again. She assured them that she was not mad at them for any reason and convinced them that she hadn't been feeling well, resulting in her rather odd behavior. She was terribly ill at ease there at first, afraid that something she might say would give them a hint of the clandestine activities involving her with their four horny sons. But when she realized that Randy had told her the truth when he said that they would never find out about their encounters she began to regain her former ease and friendliness with the Dennises. She wasn't particularly at ease with the boys however.
Her nervousness in the presence of the Dennis boys was intense, not that she was afraid that anything concrete would be said about their plans. She was afraid that Bob and Ellen might gather from their attitudes toward each other that something was not quite right between Melanie and their boys. Randy had told the boys that she had agreed to a session with them while their parents were away in a few days. She could tell that the boys were as excited at the prospect as she was. It was that nervous excitement that she was afraid might give them away.
by the time school had ended for the summer Melanie and the boys were nervous wrecks. She had refrained from letting Randy fuck her, even though he had begged her for the opportunity. She had told him that it would be safer to wait until Bob and Ellen were out of the house. She had contented herself with watching the boy masturbating in front of his open window at night. The other boys had joined him, too, giving the hot-assed woman quite a show. She had reciprocated by parading about in the nude in her bedroom, being careful to let them catch her in her most seductive poses. She had no feelings of regret as she showed off her fine body. She was no longer the shy Miss Melanie Terrell that the town of Martsville had known for so long. And, although she still used her electric cock, it was only a temporary substitute for the Dennis boys' cocks and caused her none of the shame that she had felt before.
It had been decided that she and the boys would drive to their cottage in the country and have a swim in their pool before they got into the serious fucking that they all wanted desperately. On the day of their planned sex-party the schoolteacher's car was filled with boys who had only one thing on their minds. Randy sat next to his prize in the front seat on the way to their country place and pawed Melanie all the way there. She had no complaints. By the time they arrived there her panties were damp with the dew from her excited pussy.
Randy and the boys had promised not to jack off for three days before their little get-together at Melanie's request. She thought that it would make things more interesting if all the participants in the little orgy were hot and ready for fun. She had made Randy promise not to fuck any of his girl friends in the meantime. In fact he had confessed to her that the other girls didn't interest him after he had discovered Melanie's charms. Whether it was true or not, it made Melanie feel warm inside.
Her cunt was feeling more than warm inside when they pulled into the winding lane that led through the woods that concealed the cottage from the rest of the world. Melanie had only been there two or three times in the past but she had always been impressed by the isolation of the place. Now that she had more on her mind than peace and quiet the isolation of the place seemed even better than before. With nobody around for miles, they were not likely to be discovered in their abandoned sexual activities. Secrecy was a must as everyone realized. Martsville was a small town and it would not be good to let the talkative townspeople in on their little arrangement. With Bob and Ellen safely packed away and jetting off to Salt Lake City on business everyone felt free to express whatever pent-up emotions they felt.
The boys were quick to make Melanie comfortable in their country place. They led her into the spacious living room and sat her down, bringing her a cold drink. Melanie felt rather peculiar sitting in the very room where she had been entertained by Bob and Ellen. But her strange feeling disappeared under the warming influence of the liquor the boys brought her. The sipped a little of the liquor, too, something they would never have done had their parents been around. The boys sat around the lovely lady, sipping their drinks and feeling quite grown up. Their cocks were becoming quite grown up, too.
Randy wanted to shove his cock in Melanie's cunny in the worst way and had ever since their one wild night of fucking and sucking. He knew that his younger brothers wanted more of the same too. He also knew that he was destined to act as ringmaster of this sexual circus. With his duty in mind he waited until everyone was feeling good and suggested to the lovely Melanie that she take a swim with the boys in the big pool outside. She agreed that the idea sounded refreshing. She hadn't done much swimming but she knew how and thought that it would be a good time to brush up on her technique. The boys were interested in much more than her technique at swimming.
"I'd just love to go swimming with you handsome boys." Melanie said. "But I seem to have forgotten to bring even the skimpiest bikini."
"That's all right, Melanie." Randy chuckled. "Something tells me all us boys forgot to bring our trunks. Maybe we can do the thing anyway, huh?"
"Well ... I do have my birthday suit with me, I boys. But you might not like it. It's so old, you know. Thirty-five years old. Are you sure you'd I like to see it?" she smiled, enjoying the effect her teasing was having on the boys.
"I'd sure as hell like to see it!" Randy said. "How 'bout you guys?" he added, casting a sidelong glance at his brothers who were almost drooling.
"Oh, yeah!" the horny boys said almost in unison.
Melanie stood up and laughed good-naturedly when her admirers gathered about and helped her off with her dress. She was feeling particularly voluptuous that afternoon, and her body reflected her voluptuousness perfectly. She felt and looked especially smooth and luscious. She felt that she was at the height of her femininity and seductive power. She kicked off her shoes when her dress had been lovingly removed and stood there wearing nothing but her red silk panties and a sexy smile. Her knockers caught the eye of young Danny. He stepped up to her as brave as you please and began feeling her tits, making her nipples stand out from her goosefleshed aureoles, tingling and tempting.
The other boys gathered around her and began stroking her naked body, all except Randy. He stood aside, watching his younger brothers having a good feel. He felt that he should let the younger kids have their fun first, enjoying his position as big brother.
"Hey, you guys, better slow down or we'll never get to swim!" Randy said after watching the boys feel Melanie up for a while.
"That's right, Randy." Melanie agreed. "If I get any more excited I won't even be able to stand up."
The horny group made its way out through the patio to the shimmering pool. All the boys dropped their clothes along the way, tripping over their pants and cutting up noisily. Melanie felt like a female Pied Piper leading her young boys into whatever pleasures took her fancy. The boys pranced about on the patio as naked as jays, their stiff dicks jutting up against their bellies and jerking as they walked. The sun shone on their bodies, accenting Melanie's luscious curves. The rays of the sun touched her erect nipples, caressed the down of her moistening pussy when she stepped out of her red panties. She had never been naked in the sunlight before. She was amazed at the joy and freedom she felt when the warm summer breeze passed over her naked form. She felt naked and exposed to the world, and to the crowd of young boys who surrounded her, admiring her delectable body and the seductive way in which she carried herself.
Melanie lifted the globes of her full firm breasts and struck a pin-up pose at the edge of the pool, the water shimmering invitingly behind her. The boys stood back and stared at the obscene things she was doing to excite them. She was beyond any inhibitions now. She wanted to let her hair down and go all out with her expression of the lust that she had kept inside her for years. She saw from the involuntary jerking of the boys' cocks that they were enjoying her show. She found that she still had a great degree of physical prowess, even at thirty-five, found that she could still do some of the things she had done early in life when she had practiced gymnastics at school. The gymnastics she was interested in now were definitely not the type practiced in school.
Melanie bent backwards until her hair was j touching the tile of the patio, supporting herself with her hands behind her. Her legs were spread wide in front of her, her rosy wet gash open wide and lewdly exposed to the boys. She loved the incredibly hot feeling that she got when she exposed herself so obscenely. She could feel the eyes of the horny boys burning into her cunt, making her pussy hotter and hotter all the time. She began to move her legs a bit, opening and closing them in a seductive rhythm. Then she reached down between her stretched and open legs and spread open the lips of her hot sex even farther, supporting herself with one hand. The boys felt that they might shoot their rocks off just watching her, she was so crotch-grabbing in her if obscene display.
"Jeeze!" David said. "You're too much!"
"Man! You sure are!" Danny added, out of breath from just watching her. "Toooooo much!"
"I've never seen anything like that! No way!" Lonnie panted, reaching down and grabbing j himself.
"I think Melanie needs a real man, not a bunch of punks!" Randy grinned, trying to control himself and maintain his cool.
"Fuck you!" the, boys chorused, giving their big brother the finger.
Even Randy, who had been playing it cool so far, was beginning to lose control of himself. He had never seen such a wanton display of steamy cunt before. He had fucked many loose girls in his sixteen years, but never a woman who could tantalize him as powerfully as Melanie Terrell. She displayed her rosy cunt with a lewd manner that went far beyond the mere act itself. She seemed to be putting her very soul into her obscene behavior.
Randy wanted to shove his big hard cock into her open slit and fuck her until she screamed. And he would have had she not suddenly laughed a wicked laugh and stood up. David was on his way toward her, having been seized by the urge to kiss her between the legs. Seeing him she motioned for the boy to follow her, smiling a comely smile and descending the ladder that led down into the pool. The cool water soon covered her luscious legs and the hot spot between them. The water, however refreshing, did not extinguish the flames that burned between her legs. If anything, the water excited her further. She hadn't done any swimming in years, always afraid to expose her charms to the local male population. Now she remembered how much fun it had been. But she had never done any swimming in the nude and she found it even more exciting than she had expected.
Ellen had told Melanie several times that she and Bob often swam in the raw. Melanie had always hastened to change the subject when her friend had brought up such personal details. But how right she had been! Swimming in the nude was as wonderful as Ellen had said. It suddenly occurred to her that Ellen had told her a great many personal details of her relationship with Bob, details that had always seemed terribly private to Melanie. Ellen had told her how many times she and Bob had fucked and even what positions they preferred, not to mention numerous other personal details of their sexual relationship. And as always Melanie had pretended not to be interested. But she realized now, in a flash, that she had always been secretly interested in those private revelations. She began to wonder why Ellen had always insisted in telling her such things. It had occurred to her before that perhaps Ellen had felt sorry for her in her self-imposed chastity and had told her about her sex experiences merely to make her feel a part of the real world in some small way, asking advice from time to time. But now that she thought of it it often seemed that Ellen had been trying to excite her in a mysterious way. Perhaps her girl friend had been trying to tell her something, something that only vaguely lurked in Melanie's mind at the periphery of her understanding.
Not knowing what to make of her sudden near-realization about Ellen's ulterior motives, Melanie closed her eyes and fell back into the refreshing water of the shimmering pool. She splashed about for a while and soon found that the boys were in the water with her. The naked horny kids swam alongside her and occasionally dived under for an underwater view of her finely built hull. She thought that it would be fun to try to out-swim them, but she soon realized that they were all stronger swimmers than she was. When they caught her, she knew that she was in for the group fucking of her life.
The voluptuous schoolteacher felt hands all over her body as the excited boys splashed all around her. She dived beneath the surface, playfully trying to escape them. Randy followed her down and positioned his face between her naked legs, licking at her sopping wet gash and blowing bubbles against her cunt. When she surfaced she took a breath of air and found young David's stiff rod. He almost drowned when he felt the woman's mouth close hot and eager over the slippery knob of his whang. She sucked him underwater as well as she had in his bed the night of their four-way bang. She soon found that she had started something with her underwater sucking. Soon Danny and Lonnie were begging to be sucked the way she had sucked David's dick. She accommodated them, taking turns blowing them under water. Randy contented himself with lapping at Melanie's submerged gash until she started to show signs of pure excitement.
Soon the four horny boys and the sexy neighbor lady were rolling in the water aimlessly, sucking and licking each other in a wild frenzy. Everywhere Melanie turned there was a stiff submerged cock just begging to be popped into her mouth. After several trips to the surface to get air she had brought all the Dennis boys to the brink of a mass ejaculation. She wanted them all to come at once if she could manage it. Manage it she did. She conveyed the message that she wanted each of the younger boys to hold off their ejaculations until she gave the command, which, considering their mass excitement, was difficult for them. She gave each boy a quick final suck and motioned for them to all jack off at once. They did as they were told and before long the water was filled with white ribbons of cum.
Melanie swam around in the boys' coagulated cum until she was covered with it. She rubbed it all over her when she surfaced after their orgasms. They joined her in massaging their mingling cum into her glowing skin. Randy had been eating her out but hadn't excited her to the flash point yet. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to have her cunt stretched by Randy's enormous dick, wanted to feel the supreme joy of having her womanhood filled and rubbed into a flashing frenzy. And she thought it would be especially nice to be fucked in the water.
She breathlessly conveyed her wished to Randy, who was quick to take her up on her offer of hot cunt. They swam to the end of the pool that was raked for wading. Melanie stood in the water up to her belly, her fuzzy womanhood submerged but clearly visible in the crystal water. Danny, David, and Lonnie stood around watching while their brother showed them a few things. Actually, Randy hadn't done anything like this before but he thought he had to put up a show of confidence. He made all the first moves, stepping into position before the luscious woman and pushing his arching cock down until it rested against the submerged lips of her seething pussy.
In no time at all the boy had inserted his poker into the woman's fiery box. She moaned and cooed with pleasure as he worked his rod in and out of her pussy. He bucked his ass with ever-increasing force and speed until his body made huge waves in the water. Melanie felt her body responding with total freedom to the persistent rocking of the horny boy's frame. She felt her cunt-lips being stretched and rubbed, felt her clit, the source of all her passion, being stroked and excited by the rigid shaft of the kid's dick.
As if Randy weren't doing enough for her, Lonnie got on his haunches behind her and began i licking at the wet crack of her ass. He had to hold his breath when the rising water splashed over him from Randy's fast-chuffing movements into the woman. Melanie felt her ass coming alive as noticeably as her cunt. She wanted something in her ass, too. She wanted a boy to shove his rigid meat-stick up her ass.
"Lonnie! I want you!" she cried. "Fuck me in the ass! Can you do that? Can you fuck my ass? I want it! Please!" she shouted. , "Good goddamn! Yeah, I'll fuck your ass! Jesus!" Lonnie said, not believing his ears. "You really mean it?"
"Oh yes! I mean it! Yesssss!" she said, beside herself. "I want to feel your cock and your big brother's cock inside me at the same time. Rubbing together! Rubbing! Pounding! Stretching! Do it! Do it to me!"
Lonnie needed no further invitation. He grabbed his rock-hard unyielding erection and pushed it down with his thumb until it touched the lower crack of her ass. He grabbed the fleshy cheeks of the hot-assed woman's butt and pulled them apart, exposing her rosy anal opening. He couldn't see the ring of her asshole from his standing position but he knew it had to be there someplace. He began jabbing his dick against the woman's ass blindly. When he realized that he couldn't possibly get his dick into her that way he reached down and finally found her asshole with his finger. He pushed his digit into her and wriggled it around inside her for a while. She seemed to like that. Then he pushed his dick down until it was alongside his finger, which was still buried in the lovely lady's hole.
With some difficulty in his relative inexperience and the comparatively uneasy standing position Melanie was in, he managed to replace his finger with the shaft of his dick, much to her joy. She worked the muscles of her ass against the kid's intruding penis as if trying to keep it out of her. The effect on his rod was unbearable. The sensations that her tight asshole aroused in his dick seemed to shoot through him like lightning. He began to buck his ass into the woman, forcing his prick in and out of her with a passion. Melanie tried to move with both boys at once. The water was churning and splashing around them. The twins' small pricks were up again and ready for more stimulation.
Unable to keep out of the action as mere bystanders the twins got on either side of her and rubbed their dripping cocks up against the silken skin of her legs. David and Danny reached out and grabbed handfuls of tit, squeezing her resilient flesh. Melanie had never imagined that anything could feel so beautiful. She was standing in cool clear water up to her belly with a cock in her cunt and another in her ass while two horny thirteen-year-old children rubbed their stiff ones against her legs. She was in sheer ecstasy. She could feel the two hard-ons inside her rubbing against each other, separated only by a thin membrane. She knew that both could feel each other's cocks rubbing together and she imagined that the sensation was driving the boys mad.
Melanie was suddenly shocked by the sudden stiffening and swelling of Randy's and David's cocks inside her cunt and ass. She stood still just as they did. She looked at Randy's face and saw a look of pleasure-pain come over his handsome face. She turned around and looked at his brother, seeing the same look come over him. She suddenly felt an explosion inside her, a double explosion of boiling sperm as the brothers both blew up into her. She was suddenly filled with what felt like gallons of the stuff. The wild fucking had stopped in a sudden hush.
"You came inside me, boys! You shot your rocks into me! Did you like it? Did you enjoy coming with your brother?" she whispered.
Melanie became conscious of a thick stream of cum running down each of her legs. She realized soon enough that Danny and David had gotten off on her legs too. She patted them on the tops of their tousled heads and felt them still working their softening cocks and young balls against her slippery flesh. She was afraid that she would collapse at any minute with the sheer excitement of the situation.
Later, after splashing about in the pool again to remove the cum from their bodies, the horny five relaxed on the patio, still stark naked in the warming sun. Melanie rec-lined in a lounge chair, surrounded by her eager young worshippers. The boys were on their knees around the chair, applying slippery suntan oil to the gorgeous schoolteacher's curvaceous body. She felt their hands gliding over her soft tits and the slight swell of her belly, felt their hands darting over her legs, dipping between her legs and rubbing the slippery oil against the lips of her twat. The boys were totally uninhibited now, and so was Melanie. She wanted them to explore her every secret place, wanted David to rub his oil-slickened hand against the juicy meat of her snatch, wanted Danny to stroke her yielding bosoms until her nipples stiffened, wanted Lonnie to massage her feet, tickling her toes from time to time with his tongue, wanted Randy to stand slightly stooped at her side with his soft but promising cock hanging against her lips.
"It's hard to believe I've been missing this all these years." she said, almost to herself.
"You've got it now, Melanie baby!" Randy said, taking his soft prick in his fingers and pressing it up against the woman's soft lips.
"Ummmmmm!" she moaned, taking his cock into her mouth.
"You can suck that all day if you want to, Melanie." Randy said, arching his back to make more of his meat slip into her face.
"Can I stick it in your cunt?" thirteen-year-old Danny asked, brushing his blond hair out of his blue eyes.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Melanie moaned, her face stuffed full of cock.
"Will you suck me, too?" David asked, standing up and putting his own organ, which was soft like Randy's, at least temporarily, against her lips.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!" she replied, trying to take his smallish cock into her mouth alongside of Randy's much bigger one.
She managed to get both organs inside her, which was difficult even in their flaccid states. When she had taken them both into her, however, the cocks suddenly started to swell to enormous proportions. Her cheeks were soon stretched tight with male sex-stalks. She wondered how she could keep both dicks inside her without choking. The boys seemed to be terribly excited by all of this and began to show their excitement by moving their pelvises back and forth, forcing their hard dicks deep into her sucking throat. She almost felt like putting a stop to the whole thing. But she was enjoying it in a strange way, even though it was getting difficult for her. She was also enjoying the fucking she was getting between her slippery legs.
Danny had mounted the lounge chair with her and had put his hard pintle in her oil-slickened cunt. He was bucking away between the woman's legs with a passion, enjoying every hot stroke into her oiled snatch. His little balls were slapping up between her legs, getting oily from hitting her gash. He slipped and slid over her legs as he straddled her. Melanie's pussy was melting with the hot lust the boy inspired between her legs.
Wanting to get into the act, too, Lonnie straddled her too, burying his hard prick in the deep crevice between her lush tits. He felt his brother's hot breath against his back. Soon Danny grabbed his shoulders and held him while he chuffed into the woman's box. Lonnie rocked back and forth against her tit-pillows, the friction of her hot tits against his dick making him wild.
The sounds and scents of sex filled the air, hovering in the hot air like a fragrant cloud over the naked bodies of the horny fuckers. Melanie was making almost inaudible little gurgles deep down in her throat. All the boys were grunting their youthful passion and breathing heavily. The lounge chair was beginning to creak with the weight of the woman and the two horny boys who had mounted her.
It was quite a sight for Bob and Ellen Dennis, who had been standing dumbstruck at the patio door for several minutes, their suitcases in their hands, their mouths wide open.
CHAPTER EIGHT
None of the participants in the mass fuck saw or heard Bob and Ellen until they walked closer, dropping their luggage and gazing in total disbelief. Melanie was the first to notice that they had visitors on the patio. She had just swallowed Randy's load of cum and was trying to swallow David's. When she saw the boys' parents standing beside them she jumped up violently, pulling her face off the boys' pricks and throwing both Lonnie and Danny off of her. When the boys realized what was up they immediately lost their hard-ons in fear and stood petrified. Randy was fighting the urge to run. He knew how mad his dad could get when he caught him at something nasty. And this sure was nasty.
Melanie was fighting a faint feeling that surged through her. She wanted to simply die right then and there. What could they possibly think of her? What could she do? She too wanted to run, to run away and never come back. But she didn't have the strength to run. She could only stand there trembling, her body shining in the sun, totally naked, the traces of Randy's cum still dribbling from her lips.
"You dirty bastards!" Bob shouted at the top of his voice. "I'll break your little necks for this!"
Bob rushed toward the boys, his tall and muscular frame all tension and anger. He grabbed Randy first, throwing him up against the wall and drawing back to punch him in the face. Randy cringed, his young muscles tense and rigid.
"NO! Don't hurt him!" Melanie screamed. "It's my fault! I started it all! I wanted it! It's not what you think! He wasn't hurting me!" she cried.
"Melanie! What do you mean!? I don't understand! What is this? What are you talking about?! What are you doing with my boys?!" Ellen screamed, her eyes shut in rage.
"You started it!?" Bob growled. "What do you mean you started it? Didn't I just see all my sons fucking you?! How could you have started that?"
Danny, David, Lonnie, and Randy had by now grouped together as if for mutual defense. They stood near Melanie, actually finding the nerve to touch her trembling body comfortingly. They seemed to sense now that no bloodshed at least was going to occur. Bob was still fuming but he was also greatly confused and his confusion made him unable to act dangerously. Ellen was afraid and angry, although she didn't really know who or what to be angry at. Melanie was beside herself again, unable to explain what was happening, not really knowing herself what was happening. There was considerable weeping from Ellen and Melanie and a lot of cussing and shouting between Bob and the boys before the scene finally changed from one of angry confusion to one of silent disbelief.
Melanie closed her eyes and stood there with her head bowed low, wishing that she and everyone present would simply dissolve. She had lost consciousness of her nakedness, as had the boys, in the greater embarrassment of their discovery. Now that the silence reigned she was beginning to feel naked again, naked and ashamed. The boys too were beginning to fidget. In fact everyone was beginning to fidget. Ellen and Melanie had cried until there were no more tears left. Bob had gritted his teeth and balled his fists until even that gave him no solace.
"All right, all right." Bob said in a deep and carefully controlled voice. "This thing has to be straightened out, whatever this thing is."
"That's right." Ellen said weakly.
"Yes." Melanie forced herself to mutter.
"Here, Melanie, put this on." Bob said, taking off his shirt and handing it to Melanie, who had been cradling her tits in her arms, trying to hide them.
She reached for the shirt quickly, turning away and putting it on. She turned toward the boys when she put the shirt on. She had nothing to be ashamed about with them, having shared her voluptuous body with them freely. Even in the terribly embarrassing present circumstances she was not ashamed of what she had done with the boys, only ashamed that she had been caught at it. She knew that she would have to make some sort of explanation eventually. The thought of losing her closest friends, Bob and Ellen, was the prospect that hurt her most of all. How could she bear to live without Ellen? She had never felt that she needed her so badly.
Although Melanie didn't know it at the time, Ellen was having much the same feelings about her. Strangely enough the thought that troubled Ellen most was the idea of losing Melanie as a friend. Certainly she had been shocked and amazed at finding all her sons locked in a fucking embrace with her best friend. But she had always known that her boys were sexually active, sexually active to a dangerous degree. But then she and Bob had always encouraged their sons to pursue sexual pleasures. This of course was going too far. But the more she thought about it the more she realized that she and Bob were as much to blame as Melanie. And the more she thought about Melanie, the more she wanted to keep her close no matter what had happened.
Bob was having his share of troubled thoughts, too. He too had been set back on his heels by the sight that confronted him when he and Ellen had entered the patio, expecting to relax for an afternoon of swimming and sex in the sun. After his first confrontation with the situation, after the anger and disgust had subsided, Bob began to feel a strange pride in his boys. They had actually managed to turn Melanie on to sex, something that no one in town had ever been able to accomplish.
Now that he thought of it he had to admit that he had always felt something for Melanie himself. And seeing her naked and beautiful in the warm sunlight being fucked royally by his own flesh-and-blood did something to his balls. He glanced at Ellen after a while and understood something from her expression, something that surprised him. He understood that she wanted to forgive both Melanie and the boys for their indiscretions. But there was something else in her expression besides mere forgiveness.
"Oh, Melanie! Melanie! I forgive you! Bob and I forgive you, dear!" Ellen said, rushing to her friend's side.
"Do you? Really!? Really?!" Melanie said, as if she had been saved from a fate worse than death.
"Of course, Melanie! Christ, Melanie, we don't want to lose you as a friend! You're important to us!" Bob said, joining his wife in comforting the woman.
The boys were surprised about all the sudden forgiveness. They felt more secure now, as if their necks had been saved by some mysterious attitude that they hadn't noticed before in their parents.
Melanie had sat down again on the lounge chair and was sitting with her legs pressed tightly together, trying to hide her naked pussy. Bob's shirt wasn't quite big enough to hold her massive tits and so she held the shirt closed around them as carefully as she could. She was crying again now, not out of fear or embarrassment but out of joy. She realized now that Bob and Ellen felt about her much the way she felt about them. They sat on either side of her, holding her and comforting her as if she were a child. She enjoyed the feeling.
Ellen was crying too and Bob was having a hard time controlling the two emotional women. He was having a hard time in another department, too. His sexual instincts were being slowly aroused by the situation. Being so close to the lovely Melanie was taking its toll on his sexual will-power. Before long his cock started to respond to the radiant warmth and incredible beauty of the curvaceous woman. Even the close proximity of his wife was not enough to counteract Melanie's ball-stirring lusciousness.
Ellen was fighting feelings for Melanie that she had never had before, at least not consciously. As she held Melanie in her arms she was flooded with feeling. And the feelings she felt rushing within her were far deeper than simple sisterly love. She actually found herself being excited sexually by the presence of Melanie. Or was it the presence of her naked sons? She really didn't know. All she knew was that she was feeling a deep warmth between her legs that was unmistakably sexual in nature. It troubled her at first. The hotter her pussy got, however, the less troubled her thoughts became. Before long she was having no thoughts at all, only surges of sexual warmth.
Melanie felt that something amazing was happening between herself and her two neighbors. She felt closer to Bob and Ellen than ever before. In fact, she felt closer to them than she had ever felt to anyone, even the boys she had just fucked. There was a peculiar sense of family as the three sexually responsive adults huddled together. Not knowing what to make of the whole business, the boys stood back and watched their parents and Melanie hugging and fondling each other.
"I ... I ... I think you boys had better go and ... get dressed." Ellen forced herself to say.
Yeah ... Get lost for a while." Bob said, as if he had better things on his mind.
The boys did as they were told, looking back over their shoulders as they stumbled into the house. They didn't say much while they dressed, trying to match their discarded clothes to the right boy. They all knew that something awfully peculiar was going on between their parents, something that they didn't dare discuss. They sat around in the house staring at each other in amazement for a long time. When they eventually had summoned the courage they went back out to the patio and saw a sight that made them horny beyond belief.
In the period of their absence the situation on the patio had become one of hot sex. The hugging and comforting of a few minutes before had turned into hot fondling. There was no doubt about it. Bob and Ellen and Melanie were engaged in lusty sexual activity. The boys stood back and watched for a while, their cocks growing beneath their clothes. Before long they decided to strip again. They stood there unnoticed, jacking off and ogling their mother and Melanie.
Melanie's shirt had been lost in the sex-fray. Her tits jiggled and swayed as she and Ellen, locked in a love embrace, swayed to and fro. Bob watched the taboo activities between his wife and Melanie with considerable attention. He had unzipped his pants and was working the skin up and down over his uncircumcised poker, obviously getting very hot just watching the fun. The boys had never seen their dad do that before. They were very attentive.
Ellen and Melanie were cooing warmly. Ellen had taken off her blouse and her skirt was tucked up until her panties showed clearly. She was almost sitting on Melanie, her naked leg rubbing against Melanie's sensually. Ellen had a clear almost pale complexion, smooth and creamy skin suffused with the glow of vibrant health. Melanie almost died when she felt the woman's creamy skin rubbing against the flesh of her inner leg. Her knee was almost touching her wet cunt. And in a little while she actually made contact with Melanie's pussy, rubbing her knee up against Melanie's crotch. Melanie cried out when she felt Ellen's warm knee butting up against her hot box. It was more than she could stand.
Melanie reached out almost blindly, as if trying to grab something to keep her head above water. Bob had just the thing for her to hold tight in her passion. He took her hand and guided it to his rock-hard post. He gasped when he felt her warm hand close around his dripping cock. Wasting no time, the horny woman began stroking up and down on the thing, driving Bob nuts. He arched his back and raised his ass up off the lounge chair, forcing his cock into the woman's fist. She responded to his urgency by increasing the pace of her masturbation.
Ellen was working her knee against Melanie's pussy with greater speed now, feeling the slippery juices of her moist cunt covering her knee, making her knee slip and slide up and down in her rosy gash. Melanie was moaning softly, writhing against Ellen's knee. She wanted to see Ellen's pussy, wanted to get closer to her than women dared to get. Unable to control themselves any longer, the two women rolled off the chair and fell on the tile floor of the" patio, rolling together in a wild embrace. Bob got on the floor with them, managing with some difficulty to remove his wife's panties. He held them against his face and beat himself off rhythmically while he watched his wife and her best friend go at it.
Melanie fell between Ellen's long lovely legs and buried her face in her hot snatch. She had never imagined that a woman's pussy could be so inviting. She seemed to lose herself in Ellen's cunt. She sniffed the heady fragrance of her, felt her soft love-hair against her lips and cheeks, felt her free-flowing moisture saturating her face.
"Oh, Melanie! I love you! Oh, please lick my pussy! Please! Pleeeeeease! Suck my cunt!" Ellen cried, her eyes closed in rapture.
Melanie responded to her friend's request by sticking out her tongue and running it up and down the length of Ellen's rosy slit. She tasted her musky oozings and slurped at them until the air was filled with little sucking sounds. Melanie teased Ellen's tightly swollen little clitoris, tickling the little bud with the tip of her tongue, then lapping at it roughly, making Ellen scream in hot pleasure. Melanie craved some of the attention she was giving her friend's pussy. Ellen was quick to respond when Melanie made her wishes known. Melanie lay on her back, her legs held high and spread open lewdly.
Ellen found Melanie's radiant sex and started sucking at her cunt, eating a sex feast that she had wanted to taste for years. She nibbled at Melanie's pubic hair, nibbled at her delicate little clitoris very gently, nibbled at the raggedy lips of her sweet sex. She reached between Melanie's legs and spread open her cunt-lips, inserting her finger and twisting it around inside her tight cunt. Then she replaced her finger with her tongue, snaking it around inside her as if she had been doing such things all her life. The two women seemed to respond to each other easily and without the least hesitation, knowing instinctively what to do.
Wanting to get into the act, Bob positioned his dick behind his wife and rammed into her quaking cunt from behind. She gasped when she felt his rod pushing into her. Her face still buried in Melanie's twat, Ellen rocked back and forth with the pressure of her husband's persistent pistoning. Her pretty upturned butt felt the gentle stroking of Bob's hands as he fucked her. He reached down with one hand and rubbed it against the juncture of his cock and her cunt.
"Oh, please let Bob fuck me, too!" Melanie said. "I want his big thick dick up my cunt! Please, Bob! Ball me!" Melanie cried.
"Yesssss! Fuck her, Bob! Put it in her! I want you to screw Melanie just like you screw me!" Ellen hissed.
"Oh yeah, lemme at her!" Bob roared, pulling out of Ellen and walking over to Melanie, his cock preceding him by a good nine inches.
Elllen reluctantly removed her lips from Melanie's cunt and let Bob put his cock between Melanie's legs. Bob reached for a cushion from the lounge chair and put it under her ass. She lay back and enjoyed the sensation of a cock rubbing against the inner walls of her dripping cunt. His cock was so much bigger than Randy's cock. But she didn't feel menaced by it. She suddenly realized that she was no longer afraid of men. Bob was all muscle, big and powerful. And yet she did not feel intimidated by him. Perhaps she was cured now of her intense fear of men, of her intense fear of sex with men her own age. She almost cried when she realized that her horrible years of self-imposed isolation were now over. She closed her pretty eyes and let the man raise her to the brink of sexual release.
"Damn, you've got a tight cunt. Beeeeautiful! Can't get enough of it, baby! You're great!" Bob grunted, beating between Melanie's legs.
Ellen positioned herself behind Bob and began licking his pendulous testicles. She sucked the swollen eggs into her mouth one at a time as she had done countless times before. She reached down and under his hairy ass and held the shaft of his cock as it pounded in and out of Melanie's pussy.
"I want a cock in my mouth, too! I want to suck a cock!" Melanie gasped, not really knowing what she was saying.
"Hey, Dad!" a voice called from the side of the house.
"What the fuck?!" Bob shouted, looking up and seeing all his sons standing in a row, beating themselves off and breathing heavily. "Get the fuck outa here!"
"No, Bob." Ellen said. "Let them join us."
"Are you nuts?" Bob said, not believing his wife's words.
"Maybe I am. Maybe we all are, Bob." she said. "But I'm beginning to think that family sex may not be all that immoral. After all, Bob, look what we've been doing with Melanie. I just sucked her pussy and loved every minute of it. So why shouldn't we let the boys join us. What could be more 'immoral' than what we've been doing? And yet it doesn't bother us, does it? Of course other people might object. But who cares about other people?" she continued.
"Do you think it's all right, Melanie?" Bob asked, still slowly ramming his cock into her cunt.
"Of course I think it's all right!" Melanie replied breathlessly. "You have wonderfully horny sons. Why not let them enjoy themselves?"
"Okay, guys, come and get it!" Bob said, giving up. "But no cutting up!"
Randy, David, Lonnie, and Danny strutted over to the older folks and joined the activities, proudly sporting their dripping erections. Randy put his cock in Melanie's mouth and gave her the hard pacifier she craved. Lonnie, not daring to do what he wanted to do, stood around for a while beating himself off. Eventually his mother made the move he was afraid to make. She motioned for him to come to her. He responded, somewhat nervously, walking toward her and stopping at arm's length from her, his pre-cum-slickened rod jerking out in front of him. Ellen stared hot-eyed at his young erection, making tingles race up and down the shaft of it with her mere close presence.
"Come on, Lonnie! Don't be afraid! I'm not!" Ellen said, reaching out and taking the boy's erection in her hand.
"What is this shit?" Bob asked, looking back behind him at his wife's incestuous activities.
"It's too late to back out now." Ellen said, slowly working her boy's cock up and down.
"Yeah!" Bob said. "But it feels kinda funny."
"Never be afraid to learn, Dad!" Randy said.
"Aw, shut up!" Bob said, playfully cuffing Randy.
Ellen took Lonnie's cock in her mouth and began sucking hard on the thing, comparing it to her husband's cock. She looked around her at all the cocks that jutted out from her sons' bodies. She wanted to work on all of them. She motioned for the boys to gather around her. While she sucked Lonnie's dick, she beat David and Danny off until both boys shot sperm all over her. When Lonnie came in her mouth, she gurgled and sputtered, not expecting such a huge volume of the stuff.
Melanie looked up and saw Ellen dripping with hot cum. She felt Randy's meat exploding into her face and almost choked on the thick seed that ran down her throat in torrents. Bob had raised her to the brink of an orgasm and a few rough thrusts of his muscular body brought her over the edge. She felt his seed pumping into her belly, filling her with wet warmth. She whimpered softly as she came in hot surges of sexual delight. She closed her eyes and let her body float on the sea of calm that flooded her.
Melanie had finally found peace of mind and body. It had been a rather unconventional search for peace, and a brief one after years of torment. But now she had found it. She felt part of this horny family of free-thinking individuals, felt as if she belonged for the first time in her life. And she knew that the Dennises felt the same way about her. She knew that there would be many more days of abandoned sex. She looked forward to them.
