The basic unhappiness in man is frustration. He must do things he doesn't want to, or can't do things he wants to do-or so he tells himself.
But much too often the man who apparently can do anything he pleases is as frustrated as the man who can't. It would seem that part of this core of frustrations stems from man's misunderstanding of himself.
And, of course, when we say "man" we also mean "woman." What is true for the male is equally true for the female.
This book attempts to delve into one of the mysteries of humanity, the love by the mature for the immature. The translation of this basic human process into the very earthy sexual relationships around which they ultimately revolve is the vehicle for studying the complexity of the human animal.
Jenny is a woman frustrated by her immediate past as well as by her future. In a single moment, though, she changes a sexual daydream into reality. And the shock to her values is so great that she almost cannot cope with it.
From no sex to an unlimited sexual scope of what are normally considered perverse behaviors, Jenny represents man finally able to unleash himself from his frustrations. And she discovers, paradoxically, that her frustrations were not what she thought they were.
There are other issues woven in. Love of young children. Is a child ready to enter into a deep relationship with an adult? And what role should an adult play in a young boy's (or girl's) sexual training?
Is a child better off learning his sexual abc's from a mature, experienced adult who knows what it is all about, or from his peers who instill in him only doubts and falsehoods that he carries into adulthood with him? Or is the adult, indeed, better prepared to teach the child than the child is to teach him?
Jenny must walk that narrow path, always balancing one thing against the other. To love a twelve-year-old child in our society is not abnormal ... when the love is platonic. But to love that child physically, sexually, that is something else.
And what must a woman like Jenny, lonely and unhappy, missing out on life that her vibrant, sexy body demands, what must she do when such a love is reciprocated?
As she discovers to her very great sorrow, the innocence of a child may pave the way for the greatest sexual adventure. But the price is also steep.
Like all stories of candor, this one appeals to the senses. It plays upon basic emotions. When sexual fantasy is played out on the printed page and the reader responds, it is only a reflection of his inner being. The writer does not make life, just as the painter does not, nor does the philosopher, Each only reflects it as he sees it.
It is left to the reader to see in it that which he wants to see. It is his choice.
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CHAPTER ONE
Jenny sat on the bench alongside the tennis court, her skin dewy with perspiration, her breasts clearly outlined by the thin material of her shirt which stuck to them like white paint. She had her leg raised to tie her shoelace and the narrow band of material between her thighs bulged and dipped over her pubic hair and crotch so tightly it, too, seemed painted on. Stray tufts of honey-blonde hair peeped untidily from under her shorts.
All day the young male tennis players had admired her youthful vitality, never guessing that she was a thirty-five-year-old widow.
And they hadn't gotten a chance to find out. She had ignored both the most casual advances as the most persistent. Only now something had caught her interest.
She rested her cheek against her upraised knee and pretended to be daydreaming as she studied the enclosed tennis court. Two small boys were playing on it, whacking the ball back and forth with more gusto than skill, with more noise than concentration. Both boys wore faded blue jeans and raggedy sneakers. Their bellies and chests were sun-browned and egg-shell smooth.
Just looking at them started a throbbing in Jenny's body that she couldn't control. The two boys were probably brothers, they looked so much alike.
Jenny knew the youngest would have a penis as smooth as his body. She could see his prick in her mind, soft and white, perhaps a bit bigger than her finger. If it was uncircumcised she knew it would be all closed up in its little glove of supple skin, the pink tip barely visible even from close up.
Jenny shivered. That was her problem. She wanted to see. that warm, cuddly thing from close up. The closer the better. Close enough to wrap her dainty lips around it and draw it into her hot mouth and stroke it with her tongue until that red tip came out....
Jenny didn't even remember when it had all began. She'd always had a thing about younger boys-even when she was younger. But when she started dating Red Kelsey while she was still in high school, he had seemed to just overpower her.
Red had been so much older than her, so worldly. She'd never been able to say no to him. Not even that first time when he'd dragged her into the tractor cab of his cross-country rig. Red was ten years older than her, a hard riding trucker, and she could still remember how she'd felt when he'd gotten her into the bunk in back of the seat and pulled out his prick to show it to her. She'd been terrified.
He made her hold his cock. She knew her hand was clammy at first and Jenny still recalled the hard-soft feel of his meat in her hand. That's what Red had called it-his meat.
But while she'd been holding onto his cock, his own hands had been busy and Red had stripped her down naked with her panties twisted around her ankles. He hadn't wasted any time and she had soon been feeling his fingers nudging at the soft, puffy mound between her legs. She couldn't help herself. At first her little pussy had been tight, then after a while it was loose and greasy, loose enough and greasy enough to take his big prick out of her hand and shove it in her virgin fuckhole until she was screaming for mercy.
After that, whenever Red wanted her he had her and he enjoyed the tight ring of her pussy sliding up and down his cock so much that he married her.
Shaking thoughts of the past out of her head, Jenny focused her attention oh the present, staring at the younger of the two boys playing tennis. He was darling, about twelve with a short, upturned nose and light brown hair with a cowlick and a permanent little smile. He was the kind of boy Jenny wished she and Red had had before Red had been killed in that trucking accident in New Jersey.
The young boy back-pedaled on the court, reaching for a lob high over his head. Jenny could see the small bump his prick and almond-sized balls made in his tight jeans. Jenny wished again that she was rubbing her face against his smooth belly, putting his tasty young prick in her mouth. The thought started a tight feeling throughout Jenny's body that centered on an ache between her legs.
At that moment the boy's eyes met Jenny's, held for a moment, then slipped down to get away from her intense stare.
What the hell? Jenny thought. This is what I'm here for, isn't it?
The sudden self-admission shocked Jenny, but also set her free of the fear that had held her in check during her previous visits to the school playground. Casually she swung her upraised knee away from her body, exposing the tight crotch of her shorts as lewdly as she could. She knew what she was showing: the dark patch of pubic hair under the white material, the bulge with the groove down the center....
On the tennis court the boy was very still. He stared as Jenny put her hand to her crotch and slowly rubbed her fingers up and down her warm slot. It felt wonderful, and besides, she was sure the bump in the kid's jeans had suddenly doubled in size.
"Let's go home, Johnny." The other boy had retrieved the tennis ball and was impatiently jittering from one foot to the other at the gate.
Discreetly Jenny returned to tying her shoelace. She didn't want the boy to leave. She wanted to shout it to him across the sun-burnished cement.
But she didn't want to go to jail, either.
Johnny had shut his mouth, but he was still staring at Jenny as he said, "I'll come later. Give me the ball and I'll practice against the wall for a while." Jenny couldn't help sneaking a look. The boy's prick pushed his jeans out like they were caught on a peg.
Once his brother was gone, Johnny took the racquet and ball and strolled stiff-legged past Jenny toward the handball courts. It was cute, the way he pretended not to see her and at the same time ignore the awkward erection that led the way.
"Are you going to practice your backhand?" Jenny asked, smiling that special way she had.
"Uh, yeah," Johnny said. His voice squeaked a little with excitement and he stopped walking only to start fidgetting from one foot to another.
He was nervous and Jenny's silence didn't make it easier. But she wanted to draw the moment out, to savor the boy's innocence. She was sure that he was a virgin, that his smooth, soft penis had never been touched by a girl, much less pushed into a warm female hole. Jenny wanted to laugh. Her first time, and she was sure she had found a virgin.
"Well, uh, I have to be going." The boy gestured toward the handball courts while his eyes seemed to find something fascinating about Jenny's breasts.
"Maybe I could help you," Jenny suggested softly. "I play a pretty good game." She stretched her leg and a soft tuft of pubic hair popped out from under her shorts. The boy licked his lips as he stared at her crotch.
Gracefully, Jenny stood. Her full breasts strained against her shirt. Her blunt nipples were fully erect, thrusting at the fabric, making dark shadows under the white cloth.
Johnny was shorter than Jenny. His head came to her chin and, standing next to her, Jenny realized he only had to open his mouth to suck on her nipples. The thought of the boy running his warm lips over the firm flesh of her tits made Jenny's excitement grow. She pictured him moving closer until all she saw was the top of his head, and then she thought of his lips puckering around the distended knobs of her nipples. Jenny knew his tongue would be soft and gentle as it mauled the dark red flesh. Then he would suck her breast into his mouth and squeeze it out, in and out, until he had the beat of her pulse matched. All the while he would be pressing against her, urgently rubbing his prick and balls against the naked, silky smoothness of her thigh, until he squirted his precious white cream on her leg so that his prick could slide easier and faster against her while she watched, while her tit fucked his mouth....
God, he was such a sweet little boy. Jenny moved away, her aroused loins making her hips sway with more energy than necessary. She cursed herself for getting in so deep, and yet she couldn't stop. Nothing could stop her now. Ever since Red had died and she realized that she could never stand to have another big-pricked, rough-bodied man, it had been leading up to this moment. All the months that she'd used the junior high school tennis courts on weekends when the public courts were closer, she'd known what she wanted. She'd wanted sex with a young boy. A sweet, innocent child with a smooth, flawless prick she could hold against her lips and mother as she taught him about growing up. And now she was going to do it and nothing would stop her.
She stopped walking and put her tennis racquet on a bench. Johnny was so close he bumped into her and she imagined she felt his little pecker jabbing into her before he shyly backed away.
"Should we start?" Jenny asked softly.
"Sure," the boy said. He held the racquet and tennis ball like they were fruit baskets full of china.
"That's not the way." Jenny stepped behind him and took his small' hand in hers and raised his arm with the racquet for the serve. Her other arm went around him to take the hand with the ball. His body snuggled warm and quiet against hers. His little buttocks fitted nicely against her loins as she crouched and pressed against him. As she moved his arms through the service, her breasts flattened and rubbed against the smooth warm skin of his back. Jenny felt as if she had to pee. Her crotch was warm and tingly and she pressed her thighs harder against the boy's backside.
"There, you do it," she said. She loosened her hold and simply followed through as he tossed the ball and hit it with the racquet.
Her left hand slid down the front of his body and then Jenny was dizzy with elation as her fingers cupped the hard bulge of Johnny's stiff erection and his tight-drawn balls. They were like furry marbles they were so small and firmly soft. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff cock sticking out above his balls and wondered if he could ejaculate yet-or if his little prick stayed hard as long as it was excited.
Johnny hadn't moved since Jenny's fingers began to play with his dick and balls. He was paralyzed by the sudden feeling that engulfed him. When she pressed her hips harder against his butt, it felt even better to the boy.
She didn't want to take her hand away from his firm, clean boycock, but Jenny knew she couldn't go on feeling the boy up in broad daylight. The sidewalls of the handball court and the fact that the court fronted on a narrow walkway and a blank wall of red brick gave the illusion of privacy, but Jenny was sure that at any moment somebody could come along.
"Do you want to go somewhere with me?" Jenny whispered the question in the boy's ear.
He struggled for an answer.
I'll bet he's supposed to check with his mom before he goes anywhere with anybody he doesn't know, Jenny thought. Gently she squeezed his little pecker and she knew he was wavering in his resolve.
"Where?" he asked finally.
Jenny let go of his prick and took his hand. "In here." At one end of the brick wall there was a recessed doorway. A brass plate on the door identified it as the girls' restroom.
"That's for girls," he said shyly.
"But there aren't any girls on the playground now," Jenny said. "Nobody'll come in. You'd like to be alone with me, wouldn't you?"
Johnny didn't have to answer her question.
Inside the girls' bathroom it was darker, cooler. Light filtered in from a dirty skylight high overhead. A half-dozen toilet stalls with doors took up half the room. The other half had sinks and wooden benches attached to the floor by steel pipes.
Johnny stared around in wonder, but Jenny didn't waste any time. Once inside she unbuttoned the front of his jeans and slid them down around his thighs. Then she was on her knees. Her hands were trembling as she pulled at his underwear, pressing her face against the soft, musty cloth of his Jockey shorts.
"No."
Suddenly Johnny tried to pull away. Jenny held her arms around his hips, pressing her face tighter against his immature manhood. "Don't," she said. Her mouth opened and closed around a thick wad of cotton and her lips and tongue pressing around it found his hard boner.
She began sucking his cock in earnest. Slowly Johnny's struggles weakened as her hot saliva wetted his shorts and he began to feel the effects of her mouth on his tender prick. He gulped. And then he shuddered and Jenny felt the hard spray of his semen coming through the cloth of his shorts. She sucked his dick harder, not wanting to lose a single drop of it. Her fingers dug into his miniature buttocks, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
But then he was struggling and trying to get away, as if she had hurt him.
Instantly Jenny stopped. It was his first time. And his dick was very tender. Gently she stroked his softened prick with her fingers and she didn't object when he backed away and pulled his pants up.
"I've ... I've got to go home now," Johnny said lamely. "My mother is expecting me."
"That's being a good boy." Jenny got off her knees and sat on one of the benches. She spread her legs and touched her inflamed crotch with her hand. Johnny's eyes were fixed on her fingers.
"Would you like to see my pussy, Johnny?" Jenny stretched her legs wider apart. "Maybe even feel it?"
The boy hesitated and Jenny snapped her legs together. She stood and casually unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits were firmer than those of most women her age. They stood practically straight out and her nipples popped out like two red buttons on an old-fashioned adding machine.
"Would you like to kiss them?" She held one breast up in her hands as a kind of offering.
Johnny moved slowly toward her. He was still buttoning his pants when his half-parted lips touched her flesh. Then his lips were clamped on her nipples and, without any urging, he was sucking on them as if he were still a baby.
Sighing, Jenny stroked the front of his pants with her hand and moved her torso, working her breast harder in his mouth. Finally she broke away and took her hand from his now-hard-again prick and fingered the crotch of her own white tennis shorts. Johnny was breathing hard and his eyes were bright.
"If you come back tomorrow, I'll let you play with my pussy. I'll let you do anything you want to it. Do you understand?"
Johnny nodded his head, his eyes still glazed.
"Tomorrow at the same time?" Jenny was almost as turned on as the boy. She had to get his promise. He couldn't turn her down. God, she wanted his little cock in her hungry pussy so bad, in her anywhere. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her ear. It didn't matter. But she had to torture both of them to make sure he came the next day. She had to.
Checking outside to make sure nobody was watching, Jenny shooed the boy out of the girls' bathroom. He stood on the sidewalk, reluctant to leave.
"Tomorrow," he said. "You'll be here for sure tomorrow?"
"For sure," Jenny said.
"And you'll ... you'll let me touch your ... pussy?" His voice was beseeching, as if he didn't believe it could really be happening.
Jenny wanted to give in. She hadn't even seen his beautiful little cock yet. Or tasted it. At least not yet. Not naked. She hadn't really stroked it with her tongue or sucked it deep into her mouth. She was sure that she would get it and Johnny's pert little balls into her mouth at once when she got his underwear off. She was so hot thinking about it she had to force herself to tell Johnny to get going. If he went away unsatisfied now, he'd be back tomorrow. And Jenny needed him to come back.
As he walked away, Jenny remembered how he had looked playing tennis. A limber brown twig in the sunshine. Naked, he would look like one of those statues by Michelangelo with his innocent little prick projecting out of his crotch like a new bud getting ready to bloom.
She was practically dizzy thinking about it. But thinking about it wasn't enough. She put her hand under the waistband of her shorts and discovered she was on fire. Her cunt was an inferno. Her finger sank through the puffy heat of her pussylips to Stroke the pulsating inner lining. God, her cunt wanted to seize something and grind it between her nether lips. Her finger was sucked into her gaping hole and it wasn't enough. She leaned against the hot brick wall of the school building as she surrendered to the delightful surges of feeling caused by her masturbation.
Her fingers were so much better than Red had been. Despite his huge prick, the mere rubbing of her fingers along her sex seam turned her on in a way that Red had never done. Somehow she was positive there could be one thing better, the clean, hot, innocent prick on a young boy.
The loud ring of footsteps around the corner snapped Jenny out of her reverie. Hastily she snatched her hand away from her cunt, but the crotch of her shorts was sopping wet and even in the open air Jenny could smell the raw, animal odor of sex. She didn't want anyone to see her like this.
Hastily she darted into the nearby lavatory. For a moment when she saw the row of urinals along the wall she was stunned by her error. But there was no time to hesitate. A couple of boys' voices came through the door and Jenny knew without a doubt in her mind that the owners of the voices were going to come into the restroom.
She hurried into the end toilet stall and shut the door, snapping the latch just in time. She lifted her feet and perched uneasily on the toilet ring, waiting for the boys to go away.
The boy's footsteps rang in the bathroom with a sharp echo. The whole room smelled musty and masculine, as if it was full of dirty shorts that needed laundering.
When the footsteps stopped, Jenny couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. By leaning forward she could see through the crack at the edge of the door.
The boys who had come in were fourteen or fifteen. One was lean with heavy muscles visible in his shoulders. Jenny gasped as he opened his jeans.
Oh, God, he's going to do it here. He's going to pee right in front of me. Jenny's fingers crept back to the wet cloth between her thighs and her thumb and forefinger pinched her clitoris with tremendous pressure. She pressed so hard she almost cried out loud when the boy had his pants open.
Dangling in front of his blue jeans was a cock that would have put Red to shame. It was full with a huge knob of a head. Dark blue veins wound around it possessively. The boy grabbed it with pride, his fingers just barely able to wrap around it. It jerked at the tip, then suddenly a huge flow of hot yellow liquid piss spurted out of his dick and splashed in the shiny white porcelain urinal.
Jenny's finger stabbed convulsively into her hot cunt. Her knees tried to squeeze together. It was so beautiful, that glittering hot stream of yellow piss hitting the porcelain. To Jenny it was as if the boy was peeing into a gaping white cunt, her cunt. She could almost feel the scalding liquid searing its way up her sex hole. She ripped open her shorts so she could get more of her fingers into her pussy. She wanted to rip herself apart to make room for that beautiful stream of urine....
Jenny leaned back on the toilet ring, exhausted. She heard the flush of the urinal. But the boys didn't leave the restroom.
Curious, Jenny leaned forward to see what they were doing.
"Christ, you've got a big one." The blond teenager was staring at his friend's huge prick with awe.
Jenny stared with awe, too. The boy was stoking it lightly, running his hand up and down its whole length, and each time he did his prick visibly seemed to grow.
Once he had started, he couldn't seem to stop. Jenny held her breath. Sweet Jesus. He's going to do it. He's going to jack off for me! She had to lean her head against the cool, green metal of the toilet stall to keep from falling.
It wasn't a boy's cock, it was a man's. But it was on a boy's body, still smooth and hairless for the most part. Light tufts of pubic hair brushed his fingers as he pulled and squeezed his swollen penis. The head was dark red, bloated. Too big to put in her aching cunt, Jenny thought. But not too huge for her mouth. His peehole was big enough to stick her tongue in.
Jenny's fingers had automatically returned to her hairy pussy. She was breathing raggedly. Sweat stood out all over her body as she filled with desire. She didn't want that huge prick and she did want it-more than anything else in the world.
The dark-haired boy was whipping his hand up and down his meat with frantic haste. Suddenly he grabbed his prick with both hands.
"AAAAHHHHhhhh...." Huge gobs of hot white sticky semen sprayed from his peehole. It seemed to shoot halfway across the immense bathroom before splattering loudly on the concrete floor.
As he slowly ran his closed fist down his soft penis, Jenny licked her lips. A white pearl of liquid semen grew on the red tip of his cock, hanging there against all the laws of gravity. If it hadn't been for the second boy, who was still silent, Jenny knew she would have raced out of that toilet stall and licked the semen off his cock. She was dying to taste his cum.
Her fingers pulled out of her suctioning cunt with a loud slurping sound. She froze, afraid the boys had heard her. But neither one seemed to have noticed anything. The boy who had masturbated was wiping the tip of his prick with a paper towel that he wadded up and then threw into the trash can as the two of them left.
Painfully, Jenny put her feet on the floor, feeling the hurt of renewed circulation in her legs. Her crotch was sore from her fingers and she'd torn two buttons off her shorts. She straightened up as best she could and then washed her face and hands, patting herself dry with a paper towel.
Sitting on top of the litter in the trash can was the wadded towel the boy had used to wipe the last drop of semen from the head of his pecker. Jenny's hands began to shake the minute she picked it up and held it to her face, breathing in the strong masculine odor of male cum.
She was still clutching the paper towel when she left the lavatory and found her tennis racquet and started walking the half block to her home. I'm perverted, her mind sobbed. But another part of her replied crisply, So what? As long as she had that semen-soaked paper towel....
CHAPTER TWO
"Did you have some trouble, Mrs. Kelsey?"
Carl Weemens, her next door neighbor, leaned on his lawn mower. His eyes zipped down to stare at her crotch and the torn fly. Self-consciously Jenny lowered the tennis racquet in front of her as if that would provide some protection from the neighborhood snoop. It didn't help.
Jenny ' could feel his eyes crawling over the swollen mound of her pussy. It unnerved her. For one horrible moment she thought he could see right through her, right into her head. And then the moment was gone and he was just a man leaning on his lawn mower, thinking dirty thoughts about her.
That, Jenny was used to.
"No. I fell down playing tennis."
Weemens' blue eyes immediately looked her over again. His gaze lingered on her breasts and it made Jenny uncomfortable. She wished she had worn a bra. Mrs. Weemens was a big-bosomed woman and her tits sagged down to her belly button. Jenny imagined Mr. Weemens sucking on one of those monstrous things and it almost made her giggle.
"Your dog barks a lot when you're not home."
"I'm trying to break him of that."
"It's not really an annoyance," Weemens said. "We just notice because you're home an awful lot and he's usually so well-behaved."
"Yes," Jenny said, breaking off the conversation and moving toward her own yard and house.
Even before she was on the porch, Jenny heard her dog butting the door with his body. Poor Sarge! The excitement of meeting that darling little boy had made her forget he had been locked in the house all day. "I'll ... I'll take him with me next time," Jenny called to Weemens. "I'm sorry he bothered you."
"That's all right," Weemens said.
Jenny didn't hear him. The moment she opened the front door the huge Great Dane buried his fuzzy black head in her midriff. She couldn't help sighing as his cold, black nose shoved between her warm thighs. Then she was inside, away from Mr. Weemens' prying eyes, and Sarge was able to greet her with his usual pleasure.
The smell of her cunt was driving the dog crazy and it was all Jenny could do to slip her shorts down her shapely legs before he tore them off of her. Even as his thick, flat tongue snaked between the golden skin inside her thighs, Jenny had a twinge of regret for her brand-new tennis shorts. They were ruined. The front was ripped open with a button hanging by a thread. The crotch stank with a pure, female cunt odor and the white duckcloth had stained an off-color where her pussy juices had soaked it.
Jenny grabbed Sarge's cropped and pointed ears and forgot about the shorts. His tongue was doing its usual good work, much better than her fingers, cuddling and stroking the swollen, red-lined lips of her cuntal mouth. It felt to her like a hot piece of velvet being drawn across her sensitive crotch.
"Do it, Sarge. Do it," she crooned. His broad, furry head was warm between her hands and she could direct his insatiable tongue merely by pressing one way or the other.
Sarge was delirious. The animal panted and grinned as he burrowed into Jenny's body.
At first his tongue merely stroked her womanly cuntal lips, passing roughly across them as he lapped up the fluid from her pussy. But his tongue got rougher and rougher, pushing against her flesh until it was sinking into her trembling slot. Jenny whimpered with delight. Each time he drew his tongue across her crack, he also butted his nose against the swollen button of her clitoris.
"That's the way, boy," she whispered. "Tongue fuck me. Tongue fuck me good!"
Fleetingly, Jenny wondered if a man's tongue would be better, or even as good. Red would never eat her pussy for her. He never did anything but fuck her until she couldn't move. And she would never ask him. She knew better than that.
Yet, now, as she floated in a haze of pleasure balanced on the pinnacle of Sarge's flickering red tongue, Jenny wished she had at least tried to get Red to do this to her.
She felt like she was being split open, but it was such a good feeling she wished it would never stop.
"AHAHAhahaHAHA!" Her voice rose in a ululating sob that rose and fell in volume as Sarge lifted her from one sensual crest to the next. It was too much and it wasn't enough. If Jenny had had a broomstick handy, she would have shoved that full up her cunt too.
She imagined that she had that little boy, Johnny, doing it to her, reaming her cunt with his innocent pink tongue, and just the thought sent her crashing over her peak.
Gently Jenny pushed Sarge's insistent muzzle away from her cunt. She had over-used it. That was the only description she could think of that covered the situation. After so long of making do with Sarge's educated tongue, suddenly she had come awake to a whole gamut of sexual possibilities. Her whole body was in a stage of shock.
Still naked from the waist down, Jenny urged Sarge out the front door. She had to stand behind it so that Weemens wouldn't see her nudity if he was still out there spying on her. Sarge didn't want to go and Jenny had to force him, placing her knee between his rear legs and shoving with her thigh.
Sarge's balls were a pair of furry eggs, warm against her naked skin. The touch of his thigh against hers, the feel of tender skin on tender skin, reawakened memories of Red, and Jenny was trembling by the time Sarge was outside and she had the door locked.
She could still remember the way Red forced his way between her knees and sank his fat prick into her twat like a pile driver. It sort of started sliding into her hole and, wet or dry, nothing could stop it until it reached bottom.
Just the recollection conjured an image in her mind of Red's rust-colored pubic hair tangling itself in her honey-tinted pussy-hair nest while she squirmed beneath his weight. She had always been impaled by that thick shaft of male meat through her center, pinned to the bed the same way a butterfly collector mounted his specimens. But she. had always come to enjoy it moments or minutes later. After a while she always forgot and forgave Red's unending grossness and responded by humping her hips and helping him slide that lubricated piston in and out of her fuckhole.
God in heaven. I'm so gross now. Trying to seduce a little boy. To fuck him. I'm no better than Red ever was! Shivering, Jenny told herself that she wasn't going back to the school grounds the next day. She told herself that over and over. And then she moved to the front window and drew the curtains back. Carl Weemens was still outside playing with his lawn mower, but Jenny didn't care anymore if he saw her naked vagina or not. It didn't matter. She watched Sarge pick out a defenseless rose bush and raise his leg. His cock was half out of its sheath, brilliant with an almost painful red color. It was so beautiful out of its sheath-slippery wet and shaped like an endless bullet. Getting fucked by a dog would be like getting shot in the cunt with a bullet.
Jenny laughed and as she observed the thick spray of yellow urine hose out of the dog's dick, she remembered how defenseless she had been when that boy had pissed in the restroom. The sight of Sarge peeing was turning her on again, "I won't go," she vowed half aloud to herself. "I won't." But as she let the drape and the curtain fall back, she knew she was lying. Just as surely as she knew that Carl Weemens was hanging over his lawn mower handle with an erection popping out of his trousers that made it impossible for him to move.
Now that he had seen her cunt, Jenny thought, So what? What's he going to do with it? Bat it? She had to fight back a laugh that was half a sob. Big deal, she thought. Maybe I'll let him suck in my hairy pisshole and have wet dreams about sticking his old prick in me.
She opened the door and let Sarge in. He tried to lick her slit but she batted his nose away.
The house was quiet and dark and, after she fed Sarge, she stripped off the tennis blouse and crawled naked into the soft comfort of her bed. Sarge walked heavily around the house, unhappy that he was being left to his own devices. Finally he settled down next to the bed, his breath wheezing out in a disgusted sigh.
At first she couldn't go to sleep. There was so much to think about. Her pussy was so sore, too, that it bothered her enough to keep her awake. The moment between wakefulness and slumber is only half real. After a while, Jenny felt herself being sucked down into that half world.
Riding on a train. Riding on a train....
There was a girl being held by a bunch of Indians. She was fuzzy about how and why. They had her bent over with her young, furry cunt obscenely visible between her open legs. The girl was staring back through her legs at the viewer. And then her face was twisted with shock and revulsion. She struggled to get free....
Jenny's mouth was dry. Her heart was beating erratically. She was folded over, her long blonde hair hanging to the dirt. The feeling of shock engulfed her body as she saw the Indians leading the pony toward her naked cunt....
"No. No. No!" She wasn't sure if her screams were silent, only in her head, or if the waiting, watching Indians just ignored them....
The horse was nervous. He fought the men holding his head. Dangling from his loins, his cock was immense. At first it dangled like a man's arm. But as he came closer, the stallion's penis hardened and grew....
Jenny struggled. Her buttocks waggled weakly in rejection. The stallion lowered his head and his nostrils twitched as he caught the powerful woman scent of her moist vagina....
Jenny tried to stop him, only she couldn't. She couldn't even move and the horse came closer until his shadow blocked out the light and all she could see were his rear legs and his belly and the big, red bulk of his penis....
He snorted and moved his hindquarters. His cock nuzzled the opening to her cunt and Jenny froze. That huge, red piece of horsefuck meat pushed against her pussy-lips and she could only draw in her breath as she watched. Slowly entering her, she began to feel it-pulling her cunt apart. Then she screamed.
Jenny woke up, her mind and body whirling. Her mouth was dry and she staggered into the bathroom for a glass of water.
She was dizzy and she knew what it was from. Too much sex. The dream had been a warning to her to stop pursuing that strange excitement that obsessed her.
She made a cup of coffee and went into the front room. The clock on the mantle showed it was barely seven in the morning. Flat light came in under the shades and the house felt cold and cheerless. Jenny snapped on the television set and huddled close to it the way some people crouch near a heater or a fireplace. Her breasts and particularly her nipples were knobby with goosebumps. The Herculon fabric on the chair felt scratchy against her naked buttocks.
Flickering to light, the television tube exploded into a fanciful barrage of color that took away some of the gloom. It was a children's cartoon show.
Jenny sipped her coffee. Slowly the strangeness caused by her dream left her and she began to feel comfortable sitting naked in front of her own television set. But her mind refused to stay there.
Everybody thinks about sex a lot. It isn't unnatural. It can't be. I know there are other women who think about boys and dream about....A blush rose to Jenny's cheeks. But she knew it had to be true. She recognized the scene she had dreamed. It was sort of from a best-selling novel, The Shadowboxer, that lots of people got at their local drug store and supermarket. She remembered that she had read that scene over and over, wondering how it could possibly feel to have a horse fuck her. When she thought of it, unbidden she named the horse Red. Her husband had been the same-eager to fuck her with no thought for her comfort.
She rattled the cup unhappily in its saucer. It did no good to think ill of the dead. Yet she knew, somehow, that what she was feeling was connected with her relations with her dead husband.
Suddenly the television set blared with a loud flourish of brass instruments and a fiftyish adolescent came on the screen bouncing a basketball.
"Listen to Uncle Charley, kiddies," the man with the ball said. "School playgrounds during the summer are as good a place to learn things during the summer as the classroom is in winter." He bounced the ball for emphasis.
"The secret of growing up is to get along with people." He bounced the ball.
"When you meet strange boys and girls your age, be friendly. Invite them to play with you." He bounced the ball.
"Play their games and teach them yours."
Uncle Charley smiled. "It's a summer-school lesson you'll always treasure."
Balls!
Jenny hit the knob on the set and sneered and Uncle Charley's vacant face faded from the screen. Of course she wasn't going to the playground. She told herself she wouldn't. She didn't want to warp some youngster's life. Maybe.
Maybe....
Johnny had to learn about cocks and cunts and tits and tongues sometime, didn't he? Jenny bounced out of her chair and began to pace the room. Her small, compact body was vibrant with energy. Her firm tits jiggled slightly and she stroked them without thinking about what she was doing.
Wouldn't it be better, she asked herself, if he learned it from an older, more experienced woman-like herself? She could show him how to do things right. And then he would know how to turn on those little girls, later. When they had cunts and tits instead of weewees and buttons. It would be practical sex education. Not the sort of introduction to sex she'd gotten from Red.
She would be doing the community a favor!
Jenny smiled and felt relaxed for the first time since she'd met Johnny. All she had to do, she figured, was decide on the first lesson Johnny really needed.
Her fingers slid down from her belly button to the hairy mound that protected her sex slit. With no recriminations, her fingers began to manipulate her aroused cunt and she sat deep into her chair, spreading her legs as far apart as they would go and arching her back to bring her cunt to a position where she could hammer her finger in and out of her fuckhole with such force it jolted her whole body. Her finger was glistening with sex juice and her breathing became labored as she thought about Johnny and his sweet, white prick and how the thing she wanted above all else was to suck on it and suck until he spurted his sweet cum in her mouth.
Sarge clicked his way across the uncarpeted hallway and gave Jenny a sleepy good-morning woof. She let him out while she fixed him a morning snack of milk bones. It was all so domestic that sometimes she forgot she wasn't fixing breakfast for a husband still in bed. Almost.
She could never really forget the lack, though. Occasionally she even wished the front door would open some evening and Red would come bursting through, as horny as he always was after a cross-country haul. .
Sometimes she had cause to curse her insatiable cunt. There were moments when she thought it ruled her life with its omnipotent greed for some large, sweaty pylon of fuck flesh.
Calling Sarge in, Jenny put his breakfast on the blue kitchen tile before locking herself in the bathroom for her bath. Sarge always wanted to go into the bathroom with her, but Jenny wasn't sure if was safe. The big dog became unaccountably excited around water. Just the full bathtub was enough to turn him on.
Jenny leaned over the tub to sprinkle lavender bath crystals in the water. Her breasts hung enticingly, like plump navel oranges. Her nipples assumed a dark rose-blush hue and the steam from the hot water coated her skin like sweat. A man, looking at her, would have imagined that she had just finished being screwed and she was still savoring the feeling. She had a look of sexual contentment about her.
The warm steam rising from the tub of water served to excite Jenny. It caressed her body, each filmy tendril touching and patting her breasts and thighs with infinite softness. She imagined a young boy's hands would be like that-tender, gentle, searching.
Sighing, Jenny spread her legs and felt the warm, moisture-laden air creep up the insides of her thighs to her crotch. It brushed up the honey-toned skin like a man's breath to cup her sex mound and threaten to enter the center of her being through her pussy.
It was enough. She was getting wet inside.
Quickly Jenny stepped into the hot bath water. She gasped when the water ran up her legs, the place where air and water met, cutting her nerves like a knife.
"Wowww!" Jenny was tempted to get out of the tub and run some cold water. Then the warmth was penetrating her bones and she knew the heat was what she wanted, what she needed.
Squatting in the tub, she almost jumped up when the water touched the plump, round contours of her butt. Forcing herself, she went lower and lower in the water, crying out when it hit her tender anus. Her cunt hairs were wet. The water seeped up each individual strand to electrify her crotch, preparing her for the even greater shock that was still to come.
She sat down. "OHMIGOD!" Jenny gasped. Scalding water flowed around her quivering cuntlips which seemed to have swollen as big as balloons. Her sex hole had pursed itself tight shut against the insidious movement of water into her cock canal.
Jenny was paralyzed, and focussing her eyes on a red-tipped toe-nail projecting out of the water. It was surrounded by a floating island of white soap bubbles that went away when she wiggled it.
She was getting warm all over. Delicately she slid down in the tub, letting the water creep up to her breasts and warm them too. Not bad. A little soft, but not bad for a woman my age, Jenny thought. She cupped her tits in her hands and sighed with pleasure. Sometimes she pretended her hands were a man's, a strangers. And then it was really something.
Sinking lower in the tub, her breasts became weightless. They seemed to float and bob at the surface of the soapy water. Her hands slid over them, tweaking the conical nipples that topped each pale mound of fun flesh. Just touching herself excited Jenny and her hands got rougher and rougher. She caught the turgid nipples between her thumb and forefinger and really squeezed and pulled. Her tit seemed to be made out of rubber. No matter how hard she pulled, it was able to stretch and stretch and stretch.
She thought about Johnny, about his small cock that she had tasted but hadn't seen. She bet he was playing with it right at that moment, thinking about her. His dick was probably doubling and tripling in size as he held it in his hand. Jenny moaned with pleasure. She could hardly wait. Today she was going to hold it, touch it, play with it. This time she'd see his beautiful white peanut when she put it in her mouth. She'd feel his naked balls and smell their boyish odor as she licked each tiny one dry of its last drop of sperm.
Her hands felt their way down her body to her thighs. Then her fingers slipped to the middle of her body and hooked into the sensitive puckered lips surrounding her vagina.
It was enough for a moment as she stroked the puffy flesh. The movement under the bath water was warm and soapy. She petted herself faster. Her hips began to move in sympathy to the stroking of her hands.
Johnny's beautifully innocent face filled her thoughts. Then his prick. The darling little thing she had never seen. She imagined herself showing her cunt to Johnny, letting him stick his finger inside her fuckhole. His hands were so small. Maybe he could put his whole hand INSIDE HER CUNT.
Giddyness overcame Jenny. She could only think: TODA Y IS THE DA Y!
Her arm jerked convulsively, pulling her cunt open and letting her pussy drown in a hot flood of soapy water.
TODAY IS THE DAY!
Her eyelids clenched shut and she imagined her mouth filling with hot baby sperm and her fingers followed the flood of water into her twitchy cunt.
TODAY IS THE DAY!
CHAPTER THREE
"Come on, Sarge." Jenny could barely restrain herself. She was in a hurry to get to the playground and the Great Dane's meandering into every neighboring yard was nerve wracking. Adroitly she stepped out of the big dog's way. She had on her last clean tennis skirt and blouse. Her white panties underneath were sheer and, even in front of the mirror when she'd flounced her skirt up, the mellow patch of her pubic hair had been apparent. In the bright sunlight as she spun and stretched for the ball on the tennis court, she knew the effect would be devastating. She didn't need black dog hair all over her to ruin everything.
The morning sun was hot. It warmed her all over and she wished she had learned how to drive. Then she could go to the beach. July was her favorite month. Not too hot but never cold. There was a nude beach somewhere in the area that Jenny half wished she could get to. Not that she thought she had nerve enough to take her clothes off in public. It was just the thought of sitting on the beach with the hot sand between her legs while she watched dozens of naked pricks bobbing through the air around her turned her on. Even better if some of the pricks belonged to young boys. She vowed to find a way to one of the beaches as she whistled Sarge onto the school grounds.
It was early yet and Jenny was disappointed when she looked around and Johnny wasn't there. Only one person was on the courts. He smiled eagerly and walked toward her.
"Want to play a set?" He was young. Maybe only seventeen with shaggy blond hair that swept back on the sides of his head. Jenny thought he was cute looking. He had thick legs knobby with muscles and light blond hair that looked on him like a golden fur.
"Why not?" Jenny set down her extra balls. "Sarge!" Her voice was low when she called, but authoritative. "Guard!" She pointed at the tennis balls and knew she could forget about the dog for a while. He might wander, but no further than he could keep an eye on them. The expensive obedience school he'd been sent to might not approve of his technique, but Jenny knew that the balls-or anything else she pointed toward-were safe as long as the Great Dane could walk. Sarge was the one present from Red that she really appreciated her husband for giving.
The blond boy laughed. "Some guard dog."
"You'd be surprised," Jenny said softly. She didn't like the blond boy as much any more. "Service?" She held the ball up.
"Okay."
She slammed the first ball over the net like Pancho Gonzales. It hit the cement court so hard it left fuzz on the concrete and the blond only gaped at it. She did it again and the boy tore after it and apologetically trotted the ball back to the net. "I'm really sorry...." He looked at her closely, paused, and then added, "ma'am. You're just too good for me. Maybe we could just sort of volley...."
Jenny smiled. "My dog is a very good watch dog. Very good."
"I'm sure he is, ma'am." The boy was uncomfortable and fidgetted from one foot to the other.
"Of course we can volley," Jenny said more warmly. "I was just getting loosened up. I'm sorry I hit them too hard."
She put an easy lob into his court and ran a little for the return. It felt good, chasing the ball, hitting it where she wanted and then taking the return with ease. Jenny was a good tennis player, but more to the point, she knew she looked good playing tennis.
Stretching more than was necessary, twirling when she didn't have to, her whole body was on constant display. Her skirt flapped up, showing the trim curve and tuck of her buttocks. Her blouse drew taut against her breasts, showing off their soft jiggle and outlining the still firmly rounded undersides and her hard, sexy nipples.
Charging the net from the foul line, Jenny jumped and eased a high-driven ball to the boy's feet. He could have hit it with a shovel but he missed by a yard. His eyes were slightly glazed.
The blond wasn't sure he hadn't been seeing things. But when the woman had come up on the net, he thought sure as shit he had seen the split of her pussy under her nylon bikini bottoms. When she had come on the court, he thought she was younger. More his age. And if she hadn't slammed those balls practically between his toes he'd had some ideas of overwhelming her with his tennis technique and maybe getting her to take a walk into the bushes behind the school grounds.
But that didn't mean he was outclassed all over the field. His cock was pushing so hard at his jockstrap that it felt like it would break off. He'd never seen anything like the woman he was playing. She was old. Maybe almost thirty. But she was built like a brick shithouse and she moved and stood so sexily he wanted to jump across the net and jerk down her pants and stick his tongue in her snatch to see if she was as sweet as she looked.
She had a quiet face, pretty, with dark honey blonde or light honey brown hair framing it. Her eyes were green with flecks of gold and her skin was warm and soft and golden. Her eyelashes were thick and blue-black and every time she looked at him he saw her pert mouth and imagined he was sticking his dick into it.
And she had him so hot he had to do something. He collected the ball and handed it to her. "I've got to go to the John," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
She looked at him and Chefs cock jerked desperately while he thought about her mouth around it, and then he turned and raced toward the restroom as fast as his third leg would let him.
Inside the boys' lavatory, the same one Jenny had hidden in and watched the teenager masturbate the day before, Chet feverishly stripped off his shorts and jockstrap. He folded it and put it in his back pocket. His cock was like a stick of Mexican chorizo, making a lump in his shorts that a blind girl could see a block away. He looked at himself in the mirror and was satisfied. Chet had always felt cheated that women could advertise their product and men couldn't. But for this chick, he was going to put everything he had on the display rack.
Jauntily he strolled back out on the tennis court.
"Go ahead and serve," he called.
He wasn't disappointed when it sizzled past, almost taking his balls with it. Good, he thought. She's looking!
Jenny almost dropped the ball when the blond boy came back from the restroom. His shorts looked like he had stuffed them with a long piece of thick garden hose. She overpowered the ball and he just stared at it as it skinned past his hips. An inch over, she thought, or maybe two inches and he would've had to take his prick home in a sling.
For a long moment, Jenny wondered if she had meant to do it, to smash the boy in the balls with the tennis ball. She knew she could do it easily enough, unless he simply kept his racquet strategically placed.
He half limped back toward the net with the service and Jenny was amused to see the glistening red tip of his prick showing under his shorts. Having a hard-on was slowing him down and Jenny took advantage to make him run for the ball. The harder he ran, the more his dick showed.
Jenny wondered what it would feel like to hold a cock like that again. It was even bigger than Red's and she knew she never wanted another prick like that stuck inside her tight pussy again. But it would be nice just to hold it. To look at his fat, long white penis and maybe stroke it lightly. To rub saliva on the crown-shaped head and tease his peehole with her fingers.
She put her hand to her breast and lightly massaged her tit. It turned her on and she knew the blond was watching, getting hotter than ever.
Knocking the next ball down, Jenny caught it with her left hand and walked up to the edge of the net. "I've had enough for a while," she said.
"Sure." The boy was exuding confidence. Even though he was only seventeen or so, it was obvious that he'd done this sort of thing before. It kind of turned Jenny off. She wished he was more innocent. Still, she couldn't resist the memory of his huge cock hanging down his shorts, peeping from under the edge. She didn't want to look, either. She knew he'd see the gleam in her eye, the gleam she couldn't control.
"How about a walk along the back of the school yard. It's pretty scenic. It drops off into a natural park area and you can see the whole city from there."
"I'll bet it's crowded ... I don't really like crowds."
"Nah. It's a nature-study area for the school sciences department. They keep it pretty well blocked off to the public. The only way in is through the school yard."
Jenny pretended to hesitate, to struggle with her morals. She had already looked around and Johnny wasn't on the playground yet. She'd made a mistake. She hadn't told him to come in the morning and he probably planned on being there around mid-afternoon. Half sympathizing, Jenny could imagine how time was passing too slowly for the-boy. She wondered if he went into the bathroom and beat his little peter off. She hoped not. She wanted him to save it all for her, every drop of his sticky, white boyfuck cream.
"I think I'd really like to see it."
"Great!" The blond kid grinned and his eyes lingered on the front of her skirt, as if seeing again the groove between her thighs. "Let's go."
Jenny whistled. "Come, Sarge!"
"Isn't he supposed to guard this stuff?" The blond seemed disappointed they were taking the dog along.
"If I'm not here, he's liable to forget and come after me anyway. I don't want him to get lost." Of course, Sarge would guard whatever Jenny told him to until the world came to an end if she didn't say different, but she didn't think the boy had to know that.
The boy had been right about the view. The edge of the school playground dropped away on a sloping hill covered with thick shrubs and trees and long, uncut grass. He led the way down an almost invisible path to a sheltered alcove under the trees. Standing, Jenny could see the central part of the city in the distance. The new high-rise office buildings stood like glass-encrusted pricks, sticking up from the uneven pubic stubble of three-and four-story structures left over from the previous decade.
"It really is beautiful, isn't it?" Jenny gazed wonderstruck at the city. It looked like a modernistic study showing the anachronism of the old with the dehumanization of the new.
"Yeah." The boy's voice floated up to her.
Jenny looked down and saw that the blond kid had stretched out on the grass on his back. Only he had taken off his tennis shorts to do it. The cock she had only imagined and half saw now projected like a flag pole from his groin. It was the only high rise in town that he was interested in.
"Oh!" Jenny slowly sat down next to him. "Oh, that's beautiful. It's, it's magnificent."
"Yeah," the kid said.
"What's your name?" Jenny put her hand out and it hovered over his prick, absorbing its warmth without actually touching it. Whatever else it was, to Jenny it was really beautiful. The top was a gorgeous red, shaped like one of those funny helmets the Germans wore in World War II movies. Pulling down from the head in great looping rings was a furrowed necklace of crinkled carmine and pink skin. Last but hardly the least important was the thick white cockshaft.
"Chet," the boy answered thickly.
"That's nice." Jenny moved her hand closer and actually touched the waxy white skin of his cock. He was so young and his skin seemed so virginal. The shaft was practically translucent, filled with dark blue veins under the skin that Jenny knew some day would come to the surface like hard, twisty blue ropes.
The boy was breathing hard. Closing her hand quickly around his prick and sighing, Jenny experienced a bolt of pleasure exploding in her own body. His cock was hot in her hand. She could feel the rush of blood through it, the beat of his heart.
"It's wonderful, darling."
Jenny couldn't think of anything else to say. She didn't know where to begin. She'd never had a cock in her hand like this before and she had to savor the moment.
Chet squirmed nervously. He'd had his prick held and fondled before. It was his prized possession, that and his youthful good looks and enticing smile. But this time it was different. She was so old and experienced-and beautiful. At that moment she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And she looked like she was going to put his prick in her mouth.
The waiting was so impossible, Chet could have fainted. He moved to encourage her and she countered by moving his cock so whatever he did got him nowhere.
By imperceptible movements, Jenny's mouth seemed to drift toward his prick. The blood was beating so hard in his cock that the tip was jerking spastically, his pisshole snapping open and closed in an uneven beat.
"Chet," Jenny murmured. "Chet!"
Then she engulfed the head of his cock with her lips, leaving traces of cherry colored lipstick on his alabaster fuck-flesh column as she swallowed as much of his cock as she could take.
Jesus, Chet thought as he thrilled to the indescribable pleasure. Sweet Jesus. What would she say if she knew I was only fifteen?
Jenny's mouth was stuffed with Chet's cock. Only half of it was in and it pounded against the back of her throat, gagging her. It was warm in her mouth, though. And her saliva made it pleasantly slick and she loved the feel of it running between her lips and the caressing of it with her tongue.
Like a water bag full of hot, soapy water, the boy's balls flowed over Jenny's tiny hand, filling it and surrounding it. She could feel his swollen nuts inside, like almonds only gigantic. She squeezed them and sucked harder until she was almost crying.
What she wanted was there. His sperm. His milky manhood. Each of her fingers could feel it in his fleshy ball sac.
Jenny was completely turned on. Her whole body was an instrument of sex. She was a lightening rod gathering a charge.
"Ummmph!" The sound was forced out of her as Chet tried to force her head down further on his out-sized meat.
Jenny struggled but the boy was stronger than she was and she felt his cock being pushed into her throat and then she jerked away and came off of his cock and at the same time he began spurting. The semen came out in a wild gush. White hot sparks splattered against Jenny's face and she licked some off that hit around her mouth. She wanted to catch it all, but the boy squirmed so much she couldn't get her mouth over his cock again to suck his balls dry, so she settled by holding her hand over his cockhead and licking the white goo off her hand when he stopped pumping.
Chet lay very still, only his chest moving as he breathed hard.
"Don't move," Jenny ordered softly.
Then her silky tongue ran up and down his slightly softened penis column and she covered his prickhead with her mouth.
She was intoxicated with sex, with the tremendous outpouring of the boy's sperm from his almost hairless balls. She felt warm and grateful toward him and showed it in the reverent way she cleaned his prick with her tongue and mouth, even sucking his balls one after the other into her mouth to scrub thoroughly with her tongue.
"There!" She licked her lips. "All done. Wasn't that wonderful?"
Chet's prick was still hard, still throbbing. "Let's fuck now," he suggested thickly. "No. That's enough."
"Let's fuck. Now!" Chet sprang from the ground. Catching Jenny's shoulders before she could rise, he pushed her over on her back and began to tug at her panties. What the fuck? She couldn't complain. If she did he'd have her for corrupting a minor or contributing to his delinquency. She'd shit after he screwed her and then told her he was only fifteen. She might even let him fuck her in the ass then. Once she was scared enough. Besides, Chet figured, once he had his prick jammed into her pussy up to the balls, she wouldn't complain about anything.
"Sarge!"
Chet hadn't even thought about the big black dog until Jenny screamed. But he did then. Something big and strong with a lot of points clamped down on his upper arm and began to tighten. It was Chet's turn to scream. Out of fear.
"Let me up," Jenny ordered. "Carefully."
Chet edged as far away from the woman as he could and he thought he could feel circulation returning to his arm.
Standing up, Jenny brushed the dust and loose twigs and leaves from her skirt and blouse and grimaced at a few faint green stains from the grass or bushes surrounding the grove.
"Let me up!" Chet was regaining his bravado. His plea was in the form of a demand and Jenny ignored him.
"I'm only fifteen. You can't get away with this."
"Oh?" Jenny stared at the frightened boy for a while. "Sarge. Off!"
Reluctantly the dog let go of Chet's arm and walked back a few feet. He seemed disinterested in the half-nude boy on the ground.
Jenny stooped and picked up his tennis shorts. She handed them to Sarge and the Great Dane wagged his tail. He didn't drop them.
"Jesus Christ. He didn't even growl before he bit me." Chet, seeing the dog's mouth was full, examined his arm. "I'll probably have a bruise there tomorrow."
"It should remind you that when somebody says no, they mean no, darling." Jenny couldn't help looking at the boy with affection. Only fifteen and already burdened with that huge prick. She didn't want to think what it would be when he was full grown ... maybe fifteen inches and as thick as her fist. She shivered.
"Well, shit. I was excited and it's all your fault. Give me my pants."
"I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. If you want them, take them."
Chet reached his hand out toward the shorts dragging out the side of Sarge's mouth. The dog growled.
Jenny smiled. "He only growls when his mouth is full. Hundred and seventy-five pound dogs usually don't have to growl to get attention."
Chet was closer and Sarge's lips pulled back from his teeth. His fangs were as long as a man's finger and as thick, ending in needle-sharp points.
Shrugging, Chet said, "Please!" His prick which had once been the biggest thing about him was shriveled up to the size and shape of a slightly over-sized peanut.
"You'll have to make do with what you've got. Come, Sarge." Jenny started to walk away but Chet lunged at her.
"You fucking whore, I'll teach you." His eyes were red with hurt pride. He'd let a woman get the better of him.
If he had reached Jenny he might have hurt her, but Sarge was quicker. He dropped the shorts and grabbed one of Chet's legs by the calf and the blond boy pitched face forward into the dirt.
"Fetch," Jenny ordered. She pointed and the dog reluctantly gave up Chet's leg and picked up his shorts again. He wagged the bobbed stump of his tail to show he was happy doing anything his mistress suggested, even if he'd rather be chewing on the boy's arm or leg or some other joint. He sniffed pointedly at Chet's crotch, but the boy was quick to cup his prick and balls in his hands.
"When you want to learn about being a man," Jenny said sweetly, "come and talk to me. Come, Sarge."
The dog followed obediently and Jenny supposed Chet would be all right. He had his shirt and he'd manage to get home wearing only that and his tennis racquet. Maybe she should help him more. But he had to want to be helped.
Even before she was back at the tennis court, her eyes were sweeping the playground. What she needed now, more than ever, was the sweet innocence of a boy like Johnny. A boy who would be eager to learn and would let her guide him.
A boy who would give her his sperm, his tiny prick and balls for just a little while for what she could teach him.
Jenny wanted to be free for just a little while of all the filthy demands most men made on women. She wanted to live naturally. And what could be more natural than a little child? A little virginal boy with a pretty penis he only pissed with?
CHAPTER FOUR
The boy still wasn't at the school. The red brick buildings with their blank walls or even blanker windows were becoming oppressive. The tennis courts were crowded with people. Jenny sat on an empty bench and lost herself in watching the game and enjoying the warm sun.
"Hi!"
Swiveling around, Jenny almost sang her responsive "Hi!" Johnny fidgeted uncertainly. He was wearing clean jeans and his hair was slicked down, the cowlick struggling to stand up. He even had a clean white T-shirt neatly tucked into his jeans.
"Did you ... did you mean what you said yesterday?"
"About what?" Jenny couldn't help teasing the boy.
"You know. That I could see your ... pussy." Johnny couldn't help himself. He blushed dark enough to make a beet jealous.
"I always mean what I say." She smiled at Johnny. She was so light and fluffy inside she felt like she could float. "Come on, darling." She stood and took Johnny's hand.
To the other people at the tennis court, it just looked as if the child's mother was taking him for a stroll or maybe home. If anyone had commented, he would have probably said how sweet it looked, a mother and child holding hands so lovingly.
Johnny had to clutch Jenny's hand. His hard . little cock ached so he thought it would burst. His hand felt helpless in Jenny's, even though they were almost the same size. Johnny was dizzy with anticipation. He didn't know what he was anticipating, but he knew it had to be something special.
Jenny was aquiver with anticipation too. She suddenly realized that she hadn't thought past this point. She'd been so excited by the possibilities that she had given no consideration to what she was going to do when the moment arrived. It may have been she hadn't really believed that the boy would show up. She squeezed his hand and led Johnny toward the spot Chet had taken her to.
Behind them, like a shadow, Sarge trotted along with Chet's snorts, mauled out of shape, dangling ludicrously from the side of his mouth.
"Where are we going?"
"I know a nice place. You'll like it."
"My mother says I shouldn't go anywhere with strangers...."
Jenny smiled. "She meant men strangers, darling."
"I suppose so." The boy's answer was an uncertain mumble.
Jenny hurried her pace. The closer they came to the shrub-enclosed clearing, the more eager she was. Chills raced across her body as she thought of holding his prick in her mouth. Maybe ... maybe even let him fuck her. She imagined his small body on hers, his baby butt raising and falling as he plunged his pretty prick into her hairy twat.
"Here," she said.
The glade was still and peaceful. Rung around by green shrubs, it had an air of tranquility-of being away from it all. There was no sign of Chet.
"What did I say I'd do?" Jenny's voice teased the boy who was suddenly terribly bashful.
"You said you'd let me look at your pussy...."
"Oh, that. I remember now." Slowly, Jenny bent and put her thumbs in the tops of her panties and slipped them down her legs. When they were all the way down, she stepped out of them and carefully hung them on a nearby branch.
Johnny gulped. He couldn't believe what was happening. He watched as Jenny slipped off her panties and his cock seemed to grow a foot, painfully doubling over in his pants as he realized she wore nothing underneath. He saw a flash of bare flesh and hair and then Jenny was standing straight again, staring at him with a smile on her lips.
"There," she said. Gaily she added, "What else?"
Her tennis skirt barely covered her crotch. On the tennis court he'd have never noticed anything even though the skirt was so short. But now ... he knew there was nothing underneath. He could see her pussy if it raised even an inch.
"Don't you want me to do anything?" Jenny's tone was chiding.
"Well ... uh ... would you sort of walk around?"
Jenny seemed disappointed but she did as Johnny asked. His prick was bigger and he felt it throbbing as the white skirt flipped up with each step she took. Johnny gulped again. With her legs open and her skirt moving, he could see a fine matt of golden hair between Jenny's legs.
Suddenly Jenny was standing next to him. "This must be uncomfortable," she whispered. The boy felt her hands touching the front of his jeans and the next thing he knew his prick peeked out of the front of his blue jeans.
"Look," Jenny whispered. She lifted the front of her skirt for an instant and Johnny could see the beautiful swirls of golden hair over a dark line between her thighs.
Instantly she turned and, keeping her legs straight, leaned over and put her hands on the ground. "Lift my skirt," she ordered.
Johnny couldn't disobey. The hem was already pulled up and he could see something he'd never imagined before: a woman's hairy twat from behind. A beautiful woman's soft, lovely pussy.
Her buttocks were soft and rounded. They were wide and dimpled, but not fat. Directly between them was a little rosebud of an anus. And then there was a beautiful patch of white skin that looked too tender to touch.
Johnny's heart pounded harder. His prick jerked with suppressed desire. Just past that skin where the soft folds of pussy skin that made two soft mounds that came together to form a dark slit under her yellow fur. Hesitantly he put out his hand to touch it and then stopped.
"Go on," Jenny urged. "Touch it. Remember, I promised you, you could."
Jenny would have killed him if he didn't. She was so excited her legs and arms were quivering. From her bent-over position, she could see everything between her legs. She could see her own tightly clenched cuntlips and Johnny's half-forgotten prick projecting from his blue jeans like a red and pink candle.
She wriggled her hips and Johnny's hand made contact!
Jenny gurgled. Her whole cunt was aflame. The boy just held his hand over it until her hips were bucking.
"Put your finger in," she said hoarsely. He did and Jenny almost pitched forward to the ground. It felt so delicious. Nothing was like it. "Move it around. Please."
Jenny watched as the boy stirred his finger around inside her red-lined cunt. Her lips tightened around his finger and forced it out.
"It's too tight," he complained. His cock had gotten darker with the flow of blood as he touched her.
"Please! Just a little more," Jenny begged. "Then I'll do something for you." Her eyes sought out the hard lump of his boyhood, his stiff prick. Waiting to get it in her mouth was impossible. But his finger in her snatch felt so good...."Please. Push it back in!"
She watched with avid eyes as Johnny forced his finger between the silky mounds guarding her cunt. His finger was wet and slippery with her juices and it went right in, stopping only when his knuckle on his hand was shoving its way into her hole too.
Jenny squirmed and mewed and Johnny yelped by moving his hand back and forth as fast as he could, just like he did when he was beating himself off.
"OhOhOhOhOhOh!" Jenny's gasps were ragged explosions of breath as she responded to every touch of the boy's flesh on hers, of his tiny finger pumping in and out of her twat. "God," she moaned. She crumpled forward and rolled on her back. It had been so good....Her arms just wouldn't hold her any more.
Johnny was still foolishly staring at his wet finger.
"Come here," Jenny said. She patted the ground next to her head.
Dutifully, like a son behaving for his mother, Johnny folded his legs and sat next to Jenny's head. He hadn't done anything. And yet it had been tremendous. Just putting his finger in the beautiful lady's fuckhole had turned him on so that he couldn't stop. Johnny felt like he was full of electricity as he sat next to Jenny. What he wanted to do more than anything was beat off. But he was too shy to do it in front of her.
Tenderly, Jenny patted the boy's leg. He was so scared he was trembling. She inhaled deeply and could smell the aroma of the boy's sex mingling unmistakably with the odor of her aroused sexuality.
She stared up past his leg at his jerking prick. It was so white!
Jenny raised her head and laid her cheek on the boy's thigh. Her golden hair sparkled against the blue of his jeans. Then her lips drifted toward the pointy tip of Johnny's cock.
"I'm scared."
Johnny's leg was trembling under Jenny's cheek. "That's all right. Just let Jenny do this for you, baby. You'll feel okay in just a minute."
She moved her mouth closer and then she didn't say anything more. Her breath was hot on his tender prick skin. From close up, his baby wiener looked tremendous.
"Hmmmmmmmm," she purred, "Beautiful."
Then her lips parted and his small, hard fuckstick was being sucked between her lips into the warmness of her mouth.
"Oh, wow," Johnny said. "Oh, wow!" His small arms went around Jenny's head, hugging her close to him as her lips puckered around his cock. Her tongue flickered out and caressed his hairless balls. The boy jerked as if he'd been hit by electricity.
"Do it to me more," he practically whimpered as Jenny's lips slipped off the end of his prick. He wanted to jam it back into her mouth, take up where she'd left off.
Jenny smiled. "Take your clothes off. All of them."
Johnny's uncertainty had vanished. His T-shirt came off leaving his upper body naked. In his haste he pushed his blue jeans down around his ankles, then had to stand and bend over to untie his tennis shoes so he could get them off.
Dangling from his crotch, his scrotum looked defenseless, vulnerable. His cock jabbed straight out from his body and his wound-up balls looked out of place under it.
To Jenny he looked absolutely marvelous. When he bent over his buttocks opened to reveal the dark, warm tunnel of his anus. When he was naked, she motioned Johnny to come back to her.
Standing, Johnny towered in front of Jenny like a Greek Adonis. His body was as smooth as marble, his balls were hairless and unwrinkled.
Sitting up, Jenny raised her head to the level of the boy's midriff. She smelled his sex and then bent her head forward. His penis rose to meet her mouth and she tasted the tangy flavor of salt that young boys always sweated.
He was so different from Red and from that blond boy-Chet. As she sucked his prick into her mouth and then somehow managed to add his balls, holding the whole of his sex orally, Jenny knew the difference was that he was young. Really young. It was something she couldn't describe, but it made all the difference. His skin tasted sweeter.
His prick, though smaller, had more quality.
With her lips pressed tight around his hard little cock and balls, Jenny soared from both the knowledge that she was giving Johnny an ultimate sensation that could never be duplicated when he was older. Swirling her tongue over his balls, she luxuriated in their reactions. They were like hard marbles at first. Then they got furry and seemed to swell.
Johnny's hips were moving, working back and forth, sawing his-genitals in and out of her mouth. Jenny let his balls pop free so that only the boy's prick was moving between her lips. He went faster.
She felt him swelling, getting bigger. His movements were more frantic and then he suddenly pushed his cock into her mouth, rubbing his belly against her face.
Her hands went around his body, clutching his youthful asscheeks. Her fingers slipped into the canyon between them and sought out that hot shithole. Tenderly she pressed, her index finger pushing its way into his hot anal channel. It was doing things to him, making him squirm and murmur with pleasure.
Jenny worked her finger around inside Johnny's tight asshole. She felt herself being turned on. His little shithole sucked at her finger, as if nursing on it.
She wondered for a moment if that was what it felt like for a man to shove his finger in her hole and stir her juices. If it was, no wonder some men seemed to like to finger-fuck more than they did to screw.
Jabbing her finger into the boy's anus, her mouth and tongue and lips experienced the almost instantaneous response, the stiffening of his sweet young prick, the swelling of his balls.
She was ready for the sudden jet of hot, delicious sperm that flooded into her mouth. Swallowing what she couldn't hold in her mouth, stroking him with her tongue to coax more out of his little boy's penis, Jenny did her best to fulfill herself completely on the boy's first real sexual ejaculation.
When she was done, she relaxed, contented. Now, she thought, he knows what it can really be like!
"Did you like it?"
Johnny shook his head. He seemed dazed. A silly smile stretched across his face. "Can we do it again?"
"Already?" At first Jenny was surprised. Then delighted. His sweet prick was a little smaller, but still hard. He had recovered from his ejaculation in almost no time at all. Perhaps all young boys were like that. It could be the reason so many men were youth hungry ... to regain lost potency.
"If ... if you will." Johnny was bashful again. He fondled his still-throbbing prick as if amazed it had given him so much pleasure without changing at all.
Jenny looked up and the fancy that the boy was a Greek god was enhanced by the blue sky and the tiny white clouds far over his finely chiseled shoulder. At that moment she adored all of him, his pink toes and smooth, rounded thighs. His flat belly. The delightful rod that was his cock sticking out in front of him. Even his cowlick.
"If we do something else, can you try to hold back?"
Vigorously Johnny nodded his head.
"Good. Now I'm going to lay on my back." Jenny stretched out on her back and raised her knees. The short white skirt fell back across her belly, exposing her cunt to a soft breeze that rustled the bushes. She motioned Johnny to come closer.
"Now you put your knees on each side of my head." With her hands, Jenny carefully guided Johnny's legs into position so that his cock and balls hung directly over her face.
"I promised you that you could look at my pussy and do anything to it that you wanted, didn't I?"
"Uh-huh." Johnny stared down at Jenny's folded-back skirt and realized he was staring directly into that mysterious fuckhole that the older guys were always joking about poking their pricks into in the toilet.
"Look at it real close. Real close. You can do anything you want to with it...." Jenny's voice seemed so far away.
Johnny leaned forward and it got more distant, and then he wasn't hearing it at all any more. It seemed like a good idea to lower his head until it was between the lady's golden-tanned thighs to see better.
Her twat seemed to be so hairy. At first all Johnny could see was the soft full pad of yellow hair that covered her crotch. A strange aroma drifted up to fill his nostrils. It was pungent, but pleasant. It even seemed to excite him.
"Look closer!" Jenny's far-away voice demanded.
He did. He looked closer and he discovered he could see under the hair. Her skin was so soft looking down there, so pale and defenseless looking. Hesitantly he put his hand on her crotch and, with his fingers, spread the soft pussy hair. The woman smell was stronger. It seemed to draw him down.
He lowered his head and his tongue tentatively peeped out from between his lips. He stretched his tongue further. It touched the soft, wrinkled skin of her twat.
"AHAhhggh!" Jenny's cry was soft.
Instantly Johnny felt something hot and suctioning cling to his dangling penis. She's sucking my cock again, he thought. She's doing it to me again!
A tingle spread through his whole body. Jenny's lips on his prick had been the greatest thing that had ever happened to him in his whole twelve years.
In response, Johnny's tongue speared out an incredible distance, guided by instinct into Jenny's tight hole and lashing out at the inside of her cunt. Avidly the boy began licking at her swollen pubes, pushing into her slot which seemed to open more each time he brushed it with his tongue. Jenny's taste was strange, a little bitter at first, but as the boy got used to it, he grew to like it.
His head rose and fell between her upraised knees as if he were bobbing for apples-or cherries.
Jenny squealed and sucked harder on his little knob of a cock. His tongue lancing into her body felt so good. She knew it would. It was better than anything that had ever happened to her before.
Being tongue-fucked by a twelve-year-old boy, feeling his smooth cheeks gliding down between her thighs, sucking on his silky cock, all combined to drive her half out of her mind with pleasure. She was dizzy with joy.
Johnny's cock was stiffening again and she bit down on it a little and it softened slightly. She pulled her lips from the boy's prick and let her head fall back so she could watch it bobbing and weaving in front of his eyes. He was so excited she could hear grunts and squeals of pleasure from him as he rooted happily in her furrow.
"Sarge," Jenny said softly.
The big black dog came over and sat next to Jenny's head. Gently Jenny cupped his buttocks in her hands and spread them apart.
Without any further command, Sarge's big tongue began to probe and pry and wash Johnny's asshole.
The boy almost stopped tongue-fucking Jenny, but the moment she caught his cock in her mouth, he started again.
The dog's tongue prying into Johnny's asshole was so strange at first that the boy almost jumped. But he began enjoying it almost immediately. The whole fantastic cycle of sticking his tongue in Jenny's cunt and having her suck his cock while the dog licked his asshole was one overwhelming pleasure to which the boy happily succumbed.
Jenny took her mouth off the boy's cock. He was getting near his climax and the feeling between her own thighs was unbearable. "When you cum, cum hard," she begged. "As hard as you can."
She held his gyrating penis in her hand and slowly and methodically began to stroke her hand up and down it, drawing the loose fold of foreskin up and down over the sensitive glans of his cock. It was getting bright red and Sarge was licking faster.
"Now!" Jenny shouted. "Now!"
She held his cock pointed down at her face as she squeezed, aiming it like a hose at her face and breasts.
Johnny drove his tongue into her cunt like a big, soft nail and it convulsed Jenny with pleasure as his cock began to spew huge drops of semen on the tanned skin of her face and breasts.
Jenny closed her eyes, feeling the boy's sex shower bathing her. She opened her mouth and caught as much of the sweet rain as she could, rolling it around in her mouth to savor the flavor before she swallowed it. She opened her eyes and she was still holding his cock. A glimmering white pearl of semen hung from the very tip of his penis. It grew and grew, threatening at any moment to fall.
Raising her head, Jenny caught it in her tongue and then licked Johnny's cock and balls clean while he was still over her.
She was still doing it when she heard voices from the other side of the bushes. She pushed him over and handed him his pants. He looked blank for a moment, then scrambled to put them on. Sarge, intelligently, moved out of the way.
"Call me mother!" Jenny whispered urgently. She sat up and put her panties under her butt where they wouldn't show. Then clutched her knees.
"Don't you think, darling, that this would be a wonderful place to bring your father and brother for a picnic?"
Johnny stared at Jenny as he buttoned the last button on his blue jeans and tugged his shirt over his head. A young man and a girl walked into the clearing at that moment and Johnny dutifully said, "Yes, mother."
The girl didn't even notice them. "What do you think I am," she was saying with the high pitch of anger in her voice, "a tramp you can drag off in the bushes for a quick lay?" Her hair was bright red and she didn't make any effort to keep her voice down.
The man looked at Jenny and blushed and then he looked at her again, longingly. "Please, Marge...." he said. He guided her elbow and the two of them were gone in the brush in an instant although their voices drifted back to them for a long while.
After a while, when there was silence and while Johnny was putting on his tennis shoes, he said, "Can we do it again?"
"Of course, darling." Then Jenny gave him a real grown-up kiss on the mouth and was pleased by the way his mouth softened and he gave one back, his tongue poking into her mouth still flavored with the taste of her cunt.
"Tomorrow," Jenny said.
"For sure?"
"For sure."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jenny was so pleased by the afternoon that she didn't think a thing of Mr. Weemans following her up to the front door of her house. If she'd thought about it, it would have seemed strange. In the twelve years she'd lived there, from the time she'd been a frightened, innocent little housewife just discovering the world to now, he'd never so much as stepped into her yard.
She'd seen Weemans graduate from an ineffectual middle-aged man to an old one and, while she was invariably pleasant to him, she'd never encouraged his friendship.
"Can I come in and talk to you for a moment?" His contrite request was even unusual. Weemens usually spent his time telling people what they could or should do and seldom asking.
Jenny looked at him. If she wasn't still high on sex she undoubtedly would have made note of the sweat gathered on his thin, leathery face or the fact that he was breathing hard. In twelve years she had never seen him do anything more strenuous than mow the lawn-slowly.
"Of course!" She opened the door and held it for her neighbor.
Sarge followed him in, sniffed disdainfully at Weemens' cuff, then retreated to the bedroom as if to show his utter disgust at Jenny's choice of company.
"Mrs. Kelsey...." Weemens began.
"Jenny." Jenny smiled at him as if they'd always been on a first-name basis.
"Yes. Jenny." Weemens was sweating more as if the heat were turned up too high. "You have a beautiful home here."
"Thank you." Jenny's answer was automatic. The house, she knew, was nice. She had a small English spinet piano made out of real walnut that she'd practically stolen at a junk auction. The bay window in the front of the house was covered with a set of gaily striped drapes that clashed with the soft gold walls and red-lavender carpet. Sometimes she thought she'd made too much of an effort for color in her living room, but then she hadn't ever expected anybody to call it beautiful. Jenny would have been happy enough if somebody told her it resembled a French whorehouse specializing in little boys, because that was the effect she had been trying to get. Something gay.
"Um ... I'm a lonely man, Miss ... Jenny."
"Yes?" Jenny said automatically.
"I've noticed since your husband died that you haven't had any male companionship...."
"Well, Mr. Weemens, I just felt that Red was enough for me." She glanced at her dead husband's picture sitting on the piano. She'd always wondered why she'd kept it. Now she knew. Weemens looked at it too and practically stumbled over his own tongue.
Weemens would have liked to stop. But he was committed. "Jenny, that's no way for a young, beautiful woman like yourself to be. You need to ... keep yourself alive."
And finally Jenny caught on.
The aging, balding man sitting on the edge of her lavender and chartreuse couch decorated in huge floral patterns was trying to tell her that he had come to rescue her from loneliness, from drying up into a withered old spinster. Jenny almost giggled.
His solution, she could figure out for herself, was probably to shove his old cock into her cunt once or twice a week and turn the juices of life back on in her.
"Indeed, Mr. Weemens, I've thought about it. But no other man could ever take my dear dead husband's place." Jenny glanced affectionately at Red's picture, showing him in one of his better moods. "And the insurance from the accident was adequate to keep me from being forced to seek out a man."
"You're missing the point, Jenny." Frantically Weemens scrabbled in his pocket and took out a sheaf of photographs.
He fluttered them wildly in Jenny's face. "I mean this!"
The top photograph in black and white showed a man climbing onto a woman's naked body. It was taken from between their feet and was a view mainly of a thick, girder-like penis reaching from a pair of taut balls to a fat, sloppy over-used cunt that stretched around it like a latex girdle around a fat butt.
Weemens snatched the first one away and Jenny had to gasp. The second photograph was of a woman sucking the immature pricks of two little boys while they played with her huge tits. The woman had her legs spread and a Coke bottle was shoved in her cunt. The photo had the printed-on title "The Nursemaid" at the bottom.
Jenny snatched the packet of photographs out of her neighbor's hand. "Mr. Weemens!"
Suddenly he was very quiet. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm very sorry."
He looked like he was going to cry and Jenny couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He started to get up but she sat on the couch next to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"You don't know what it's like," he said. "My wife is a cow. I've tried to be faithful to her. But she doesn't feel anything smaller than a Thermos bottle in that huge cunt of hers. And ... and I'm not very well hung."
"It's all right, Mr. Weemens."
"Harry," he said.
"It's all right, Harry."
"We haven't fucked in years. Nothing. And it's driving me crazy. And watching you over here by yourself is making me crazier." He got up and Jenny got up with him, pressing against him. "I'd better go," he said.
"Yes," she said. She put her hand on his arm. "I'll keep these pictures and get rid of them," Jenny said. "I don't think they're doing you any good."
"No. They're not. I look at them and I feel worse than ever. I don't want to do any of those weird things. I just want to ... have a relationship with a nice girl. That's all."
Jenny moved closer to him. Her tits pressed gently and warmly against his arm. "Why don't you come back when you're not so upset. We can talk more then."
"Do you mean it?"
Jenny smiled and squeezed his arm. "I mean it."
"Thanks," Weemens said fervently. "Thanks." He meant it and Jenny knew he did. She put her arms around him and hugged him, squashing her tits against his body.
Harry Weemens was glowing all over when he left. He didn't even glance at the pile of photographs sitting on the piano right next to Red's photograph.
Jenny didn't even glance at Red's photograph as she picked them up.
Jenny was glowing for a different reason, though. The moment she saw the photographs she knew that somehow she was missing out. Her dreams had always been filled with sexual fantasies. But straight-laced fantasy. Her affair with Johnny was almost complete. She had thought there was only one thing left to do-to be fucked by him, to have him filling her mature, hairy cunt with his slick little boy prick. She wanted his hot sperm jetting inside her body. But that was all the further she had thought about it.
It was enough for Jenny to know that her wildest fantasy was being fulfilled. She was actually the paramour of a twelve-year-old virgin boy. At least, it had been enough.
Now she wasn't so sure.
She looked a second time at the woman sprawled on the bed with two boys. In place of the vague, "proper" feeling of outrage and disgust she had showed in front of Harry Weemens, she began experiencing something else: curiosity.
What would it be like to be the playground for two healthy, active boys?
The women in the picture seemed pleased. Her nipples were large and distended under the boys' playful fingers and mouths. Her lips were greedy around their slender cocks. Even the Coke bottle jammed in her twat didn't seem unpleasant.
Jenny tried to imagine what that would feel like. She lay down on the couch and spread her legs and tried to imagine it being poked in her hole. She couldn't. It was beyond her experience.
Hesitantly Jenny sat up on the couch. Then, making up her mind, she stood and walked into the kitchen. She took a half-empty bottle of Pepsi from the refrigerator and took off the plastic cap. The liquid in the bottle fizzed a little.
Gulping the cold soda straight from the bottle, she walked back into the front room where she kicked off her shoes to luxuriate with the feel of the lavender carpet pushing up between her naked toes.
On the edge of the couch Jenny squirmed for a moment then slid her white bikini panties down her long, slender legs and dropped them on the floor.
She looked at the picture again, hesitating. The woman looked happy. Contented. Her cunt seemed to be writhing joyfully around the neck of the Coke bottle.
Steeling herself, Jenny placed the mouth of the Pepsi-Cola between her cuntlips and shoved. An icy arrow seemed to penetrate her vagina. The chill of the refrigerator seemed to cling to the glass and radiate into the delicate pink lining of her twat. The feeling was so intense that for a moment Jenny couldn't move. Then she looked down.
The bottle filled her slit, making the lips bulge in a wicked grin around its shiny circumference. Her pale pubic hair spread around the bottle like a field of wheat, then split and swept around it. If it hadn't felt so strange, Jenny would have laughed. She imagined a huge bottle sticking upside down out of a field of wheat with the inverted trademark blaring the message that the product tasted better than cunt juice.
She squeezed her lips down around it and felt the glass slide back out of her hole with a slick, skating motion that vibrated Jenny's whole body.
Enough of that! Jenny's eyes uncrossed and she put the bottle down on the floor. Casually she picked up the pile of photographs and went to the next picture. It showed an older woman with a boy about sixteen. The woman was crouched over the boy licking his penis. It was apparently spouting semen because flecks of white stuff were all over the place. The boy's head was raised and Jenny could just see his tongue playing inside the woman's peehole.
That was good. She knew it was. Just looking at the picture made her remember how Johnny's tongue had made her almost insensible. In a few short moments that sexually virgin boy had done more for Jenny than Red had ever done in all the years of their marriage.
The last picture showed the same woman squatting, her thighs spread wide for balance. She was holding a pair of man's hands in front of her as she lowered herself onto the boy's bare stomach and stiff prick.
What made Jenny gasp was that his prick wasn't going into her cunthole.
The woman was sitting on it, letting it slide like a sword into her asshole!
It would hurt something fierce. Jenny knew that, yet she couldn't understand why the picture turned her on. Her sex slot was leaking like a faucet. Sex didn't have anything to do with her ass, did it?
Gingerly she put one hand under her and pressed at her anus with her finger. It didn't really hurt when it pushed into her asshole. Her finger was just an uncomfortable pressure. But she was excited by having it there. Just as she'd been excited when she'd finger-fucked the boy in the asshole.
Her other hand drifted to her upthrust pelvis. It reared in the air, pushed up by her hand playing with her butt.
Her educated fingers began manipulating her twat and she imagined it was Johnny touching her, squeezing and poking at her sex organs. She moaned and raised her hips higher and plunged her fingers into herself and cried out with pleasure when their gritty slide ended in a hard bump as her knuckle struck her clitoris.
Wildly her white thighs parted more, exposing her to more self-rape.
Jenny didn't have any idea what time it was when she woke up. All she knew was that it was dark and she had fallen asleep. Sarge was gently nuzzling her and whining. She hadn't fed him or let him out. He wouldn't have bothered her for the meal, but he was going to have an unpardonable accident on the floor if she didn't do something. He was properly apologetic, but adamant.
He really had to go. Jenny knew that for sure. Otherwise he would have brought her back to life by burying his black nose in her sleepy cunt. But at the moment he wasn't interested.
Getting to her feet, Jenny remembered she hadn't even undressed. She was still wearing the short tennis skirt and revealing blouse. Fortunately the night air was warm as she opened the door and shooed the dog outside.
She might have gone back inside, but the house was dark and it was pleasant out of doors. The heavy scent of lilac bushes filled the air. In the sky the moon was shiny and colorless like an old silver dollar, worn and dented on one side so you couldn't really make out what was on it. "MOTHEEER!"
The yell almost made Jenny pee down her leg. It was followed by a crashing sound and a whimpering, "Help me!"
All it would have taken was a strange sound to make Jenny jump inside her house and slam her door. But nothing happened. The world stayed normal. The beetles and crickets buzzed and chirped. Besides, even though she couldn't see Sarge, Jenny knew that she only had to whisper and he would come to help her.
Carefully she walked out across the grass to where she had heard the last cry. In the moonlight what she saw at first was a dark lump, but up closer it turned out to be a boy and a bicycle and a bag full of spilled newspapers.
"Stay away!" the boy whimpered.
"What's wrong?" Jenny also whispered.
"Jimminy!" the kid said. He did pee in his pants. "Help me."
Trying to get the boy free of the bicycle, Jenny discovered the wetness down the inside of his leg. "You're bleeding!"
"No!" The boy was too embarrassed to explain. "Be careful. There's a monster dog around here. He tried to kill me. He might even be an escaped wolf."
"Oh," Jenny said. She didn't want to explain either. "Let me help you into the house." Gently she put her arm around the paperboy and helped him to the door of the house and then set him on the sofa before closing the door and turning on the lights. Sarge would be all right by himself for a little while.
The moment they stepped into the house, Jenny realized she had made a mistake. The boy's locked on the pile of pictures that still lay near the couch where Jenny had dropped them.
"Gee!" He gulped, embarrassed. He knew she should have pretended not to see them.
Jenny tried to explain them away. "I'm doing a book on human sexuality, and they're research," she said.
Obviously the newspaper boy didn't believe her. He said, "Gee!" again and moved in for a closer look.
Jenny hurried to scoop the pictures up. The one on top was of the woman with the bottle in her vagina.
The paper boy stared at that one and then, pointedly, his eyes skulked back to Jenny's floral couch and the empty Pepsi-Cola bottle on the floor next to where the pictures had been.
"I'm just careless, I guess!" Jenny tried to laugh, but it came out hollow.
"Oh, I've seen better before." The boy was full of bravado. His voice had a false swagger in it as if he was going to try to bluff Jenny.
He's going to try to fuck me! The sudden understanding made Jenny weak with relief. The boy wasn't going to turn her in to the police as a pervert or tell his mother. Instead, he was about to seduce his benefactress.
Jenny was so relieved she decided she'd let him. After all, he was such a nice-looking little boy....
Looking closely at the boy, Jenny realized what the wetness had been when she helped him up outside. "I'll tell you what," she said, "if you give me your pants and shorts, I'll rinse them out and dry them for you."
That Jenny was talking about the piss that had soaked his pants leg was enough to make the boy turn red. "I have to go do my route," he said lamely.
"It'll only take a few minutes. "I'll be late."
"You've been late before?"
"Yes."
"Well, then...?" Jenny let the pause sink in. "Besides, it'll only be ten or fifteen minutes and you won't want people to see you like that." Outside the sun had finally broken the night's darkness and the black gave way to a timid gray.
"What am I going to wear? I can't go naked." Even as he said it, though, the boy looked at Jenny strangely, as if noticing for the first time how good looking she was.
"You can wear a towel." Jenny quivered. She thought of how cute he'd look wrapped in one of her small bath towels. He really was a nice boy. His hair was red and he had gorgeous freckles that he probably hated. "What's your name?" Jenny asked as she casually deposited the photographs back on the piano.
"Timmy ... Tim." His eyes followed her hand then stayed glued to the pictures.
"Well, you go in here, Timmy." Jenny walked to the bathroom and opened the door. "Take your pants off. Your shorts, too. And hand them to me. Then you can come out in a towel."
"Yes, ma'am." Now that he was really going to take his pants off in a strange house, the boy was thoroughly subdued. The things he'd thought about, that he'd daydreamed about doing the minute he found himself alone with this beautiful woman who had the dirty pictures, scared him. He'd once made out with Sandy, the local slut, but it hadn't been anything. And he'd been scared, then, too.
Besides, it occurred to him that maybe the lady wanted to do something terrible to him. Maybe it was her pet wolf that she'd sent out to trap him. Taking his pants off, Timmy got so scared he almost peed in them again.
Jenny hadn't closed the door all the way. The hall was dark and she stood back away from the door and could see in quite well without being seen. It was like watching a movie. Her bathroom was all shiny white fixtures with bright yellow walls and a red shag carpet.
Timmy started by toeing his shoes off and then undoing the fly on his faded denim pants. As he skinned his pants and his shorts down his legs in one motion, he went slower and slower. He started fast at the top but by the time he had them down to his ankles, he seemed to be changing his mind.
His balls had looked so sweet, all tight and shriveled up. Jenny was willing to bet her own sweet ass that Timmy was scared shitless. He was such an innocent darling....
But Jenny also could tell that if she didn't do something right away he might change his mind. And then she'd lose him forever.
She knocked on the door.
"Wha ... what?" Timmy was paralyzed by shock. His pants were still around his ankles and his prick stood straight out and wouldn't bend a bit.
"You'd better hurry and hand me your pants," Jenny called through the door. "We don't want you to be too late...."
Hurriedly Timmy stepped out of his pants and handed them through a narrow opening between the door jamb and the door itself. As he did it, he saw that Jenny was looking in at him, smiling, her eyes lowered toward his middle. Toward the hard, stiff flesh of his cock jutting out from his body.
Knowing that she had seen his pecker scared Timmy. But his prick only jerked a little in startled appreciation.
She took his pants and the door closed and for a while Timmy stared at the bright, yellow walls. Then he got his nerve back. Nothing was going to happen to him in the bathroom. Putting a towel around his middle, he went out into the world.
Jenny hummed happily to herself as she rinsed the boy's scuffy blue pants in the kitchen sink. Her washer and dryer were built-in at one end of her kitchen and she threw the pants and shorts in and turned it up to high. She thought about putting it on low, but it would be better if the boy was gone by the time Harry Weemens and the rest of her neighbors got out of bed.
The boy, Timmy, stood next to the piano, intently staring at the photographs she'd gotten from Weemens. While she'd left them neatly stacked, now they were spread out so that all of them were visible at one time.
"Bet you never saw anything like those before."
"Oh!" The boy jumped and almost lost his towel. "They're okay. I've seen a lot better. These are nothing. They don't even turn me on."
The boy's pecker was a stiff rod pushing the towel out in front of his body. Pointedly, Jenny looked at his front and he blushed.
He's so darling, Jenny thought. He couldn't even lie without getting flustered. She sat down and purposely flounced her skirt so the boy could see she wasn't wearing anything under it.
His eyes got bright as he looked at the smooth perfection of her thighs and the way her skirt molded itself to her flesh. Staring at the slight gap between the lady's legs, the gap that filled with darkness under her skirt, Timmy wondered if he had really seen what he thought he saw. Was she really naked?
"Come. Sit down and wait." Jenny patted the couch next to her and Timmy cautiously perched on the edge of the sofa.
"They'll be dry in a little while." Reaching to the piano, Jenny picked up the photographs and handed them to Timmy. "Would you like to see them closer?"
Timmy was acutely conscious of his nakedness.
His legs sticking out under his towels felt cool and occasionally a draft of air stirred around his balls and it was like a gentle but cold hand touching him there. He wondered if women felt that way. Air must always be getting up under their skirts, reminding them that all a man had to do was stick his hand under their hems and he'd have them by the cunt. All he, Timmy, had to do was put his hand on the lady's leg and slide it under her dress and HE 'D have her by the cunt.
Or, it could be the other way. The blue towel with the spiraling green pattern rose in his lap like a tent on a tent pole. It embarrassed him that the lady could fee it, could know it was his dirty thoughts causing it to rise.
"Penny for your thoughts."
Timmy blinked his eyes and, without thinking, took the pictures out of the lady's hands.
The one he'd seen before was still on top-the lady with the Coke bottle stuck in her twat with the two boys who were younger than he was. He'd lied to the lady. The picture really did turn him on. When he'd first seen it and the Pepsi-Cola bottle, he'd gotten so excited he'd almost cum. It was like she was begging him to pose for the same sort of picture.
Jenny intently watched the boy studying the picture and then she laid her hand down in the middle of the towel around his waist. "How would you like to do that?" Her hand rested on the up-thrust tower of Timmy's prick.
The boy started. His skin darkened as he blushed and Jenny thought for a moment that he was going to jump up and run from her.
"Geeee!" Timmy's eyes bulged as he stared at the picture and actually felt Jenny's hand close around the bath towel and his aching prick. He held his hand out toward her leg and said, "Can I?"
Jenny nodded.
She smiled a moment later when his hand landed warmly on the top of her thigh and slipped upward to disappear under her white skirt.
When Timmy's hand substantiated what he had suspected, that Jenny wore no underwear, he said "gee" again. Jenny only sighed and spread her legs.
As the boy's hand burrowed under her clothes, Jenny flipped aside the towel that covered the boy's delicious penis. She wasn't disappointed!
His cock was lovely. It stood firmly up. The tip was a finely molded lipstick in a delicate pink hue, a color Jenny could hardly wait to try her lips on. It got thicker and thicker as the taper spread down to his sweet balls. Jenny wriggled her ass and closed her thighs around Timmy's probing hand. "Do you like the picture?"
Timmy nodded his head.
"Would you like to do that to me?"
He looked at her in astonishment. "Oh, boy! Would I?"
Jenny separated her thighs. Timmy reluctantly removed his fingers from the warmth of her sex box.
Standing, Jenny undid the waistband of her skirt and let it flutter to the carpet. Delicately she stepped out of it and then turned to face Timmy. Slowly but naturally she spread her legs and let him see what a woman really looked like....
The beat of Timmy's heart was almost too fast. The pitter-patter he was used to had turned into a single roar. What he saw staggered the fourteen-year-old boy....
CHAPTER SIX
Jenny was wearing only her white, man's shirt. The chest strained around her full boobs and then tucked sharply in to make a snug fit around her trim belly. The material in front made a vee that threatened to cover her luscious pubic mound-but failed. It was this failure that made Timmy catch his breath.
The material was outlined by the pillowy softness of Jenn's blonde pubic hair. With her legs spread, her pubic mound was more prominent than usual and Timmy was dumbfounded by the hairy beauty of her hairy cunt. The boy had never seen anything like it before.
Where the tip of her pale twat beard came to a point, Timmy was able to see through the fine covering of hair. Underneath, Jenny's cuntlips looked to be full, pouting. The skin had a healthy sheen that seemed to beckon the boy.
"What do you want to do, Timmy?"
"Put the bottle in it," he said automatically.
"How?"
Timmy stood and let the towel fall away from him. He, too, was bare from the waiste down. His prick stuck out with a life of its own. What Timmy wanted almost as much as seeing the lady with the bottle in her twat was to ram his throbbing cock between her naked legs and shove it in her until it broke off. He just knew that playing hide-the-wiener when it was the lady's twat he was hiding it in would be a lot more fun than sticking it to Sandra. "Lay down!" he ordered.
Jenny did as she was told, relaxing on the bright couch and opening her thighs to make it easier for Timmy to decide on his next step. The way the fabric rubbed against her naked buttocks was really sexy. Even as she made herself accessible for the boy, she couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to dry fuck herself on the arm of the couch, rubbing her steamy cunt back and forth over the fabulous-feeling material.
Timmy had picked up the Pepsi-Cola bottle and looked at it and then back at the photograph again. He kept licking his dry lips and Jenny knew he wanted to do it. The poor dear was just scared.
Taking her time, Jenny unbuttoned the front of her shirt and let it fall open.
Timmy swallowed hard. Now Jenny was the same as the woman in the photograph. Almost, anyway.
"Do it, dear," Jenny urged in a low voice. "It's going to be so wonderful...."
"I ... I can't. You're so pretty."
Jenny wiggled her ass and enjoyed the look on Timmy's face as he watched her cuntlips wrestle against each other. "That should only make it better," she said huskily.
Timmy moved closer to the couch, staring down at Jenny's naked tits. She was as old as his mother. Maybe older. But she was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen. Trembling, he pointed the Pepsi bottle at her cunt.
"Not yet." Jenny smiled up at him. "Make it wet first."
Perplexed, Timmy stared at her. "How?"
"With your mouth, silly."
Gingerly Timmy licked the mouth of the bottle, running his tongue around the lip the way he often imagined some girl would some day do to his cock. Then he slipped his lips over the end of the bottle and as far up the neck as he could go. Thinking of some girl, of Jenny doing that to his cock filled his penis with painful stabs of electricity.
Then he leaned down so low he could smell the musty perfume from her cunt and he put the small end of the Pepsi-Cola bottle against her cunt and shoved....
Jenny wanted to swoon. She grabbed Timmy's dangling penis with her hand as he drove the cold bottle up her twitching twat. She wanted to scream with pleasure. She loved the thought that the boy was manipulating her, giving her so much pleasure with such a little bit of effort.
He began to work it in and out. She was so wet the bottle sped in and out of her cunt like a slippery eel. She felt herself stretching and contracting around it, her body responding to each subtle variation of pressure inside her sex canal.
"Suck it," she gasped. "Suck it."
Her fingers spread the loose skin around her clitoris causing it to pop up like a tiny prick.
Timmy seemed to know what to do without any urging. He caught her tiny button in his lips and stroked it with his tongue and pulled on it and nipped it with his teeth. He kept the Pepsi bottle moving while Jenny teetered on the edge of sexual insanity.
I'm beating her off with my mouth! In all his dreaming, Timmy had never considered that such a thing was even possible, much less that he would ever do it.
He was intensely aware of her hot hand on his prick. It seemed to get hotter without any reason. Then his cock was responding to the strangest, most delightful series of feelings he had ever thought possible.
Letting go of Jenny's swollen, sensitive clitoris, Timmy looked at himself. At Jenny's lips avidly sucking his throbbing prick.
"CUM," Jenny cried. "CUM NOW. SHOOT YOUR SEMEN ALL OVER ME. FILL ME WITH IT, YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FUCKER." Her face was contorted with perverse pleasure.
Timmy was scared by her rapture, and fulfilled by it. His cock had swollen until it could do nothing but burst. When it did, it was a jet of joy shooting out of his being. The boy couldn't help crying with pleasure. It was as if he had held his pee and held it until he couldn't wait another second. And now the joy of letting it out was too great.
He bit down on her clitoris and shoved the glistening fuck bottle into Jenny's hole one last time before he slumped to the floor.
Jenny squealed uncontrollably as Timmy attacked her cunt for the last time. Then she, too, lapsed back into an exhausted, comatose state.
After a while, Jenny stroked Timmy's head. The boy leaned against the couch, his legs splayed out on the rug.
"Did you like it?" she asked.
"Gee, did I!" Timmy looked like he'd found heaven.
"It's always better when you make someone else like it too."
"Did you like it?"
"Loved it!" Jenny ran her lips over her hands, sipping some drops of his white stuff she had caught when the boy pulled away to slump to the floor.
"I'm really sorry," Timmy said. "What for?"
"I got my fuck juice all over your face...."
Jenny picked up a small pocket mirror from an odds-and-ends basket at the end of the couch and looked at herself. Sure enough, her golden complexion was sprinkled with tiny white droplets of cum. Reverently she rubbed it into her skin with her fingers.
"Don't you want to wash it off?" Timmy stared at her, uncomprehending.
"Never! It's what keeps away wrinkles."
"Nobody ever told me that before."
Jenny couldn't resist putting her arms around the boy and hugging him against her passion-swollen breasts. "You've got to go now."
"Do I have to?" Timmy's face was forlorn. The expression of a small boy with his toy snatched away.
"Yes, you must." Jenny tousled his hair and tried to sit up. The Pepsi bottle, still jammed tightly into her twat, was uncomfortable. She removed it and her whole cunt literally cried out joyfully.
Moving with precision because she wasn't certain all of her muscles were still under control, Jenny went into the kitchen. The dryer was silent and the boy's pants were dry. She brought them out and handed them to Timmy.
The boy started to go into the bathroom with them, but Jenny shook her head.
"Put them on here," she said, "where I can watch."
Timmy tried to get embarrassed again, but it was kind of hard to do after everything he'd done to and with Jenny. Finally, he shrugged theatrically and pulled his pants on. His balls and cock hung up on the fly and tenderly Jenny held them in her hands and tucked them inside the boy's pants.
"Remember," Jenny said. "It's always better if you make the other person happy too."
"Do it, dear," Jenny urged in a low voice. "It's heart-rending. Jenny had to steel herself to push him out the door. "Your newspaper route."
"Oh, gee. I'm really late."
Jenny pressed tight against the boy, luxuriating in the feel of his rejuvenated cock pressing against her body. She kissed him on the mouth and stroked his beautiful pecker. "Wait!"
She hurried back into the house and picked up the Pepsi bottle. "For you. For a souvenir."
In the doorway, Jenny almost forgot how naked she was. She held the door open while Timmy stammered his thanks.
"Maybe I can come again," he said hopefully.
"One of these mornings," Jenny agreed. She shivered. Her cunt was cold and she realized she was standing in an open doorway wearing only a man's shirt unfastened in front. There was a cool line of flesh from her neck down over the soft swollen globes of her breasts past her belly button on to the split cleft of her twat.
"Good-bye, Timmy."
"Bye," the boy said. He picked his papers up from the sidewalk, lingering as long as he could, casting longing looks at the neat little blue house on Chapel Street before he finally left. And even then, his heart wasn't in it. He wasn't pedaling as hard as most newspaper boys would be pedaling when they were twenty minutes late. Of course, most newspaper boys didn't do their hurrying with a full hard-on.
Jenny yawned and whistled Sarge into the house. The Great Dane oozed through the doorway silent as mud. He gave her a reproachful look and then padded into the bedroom without looking back.
"I'm sorry, Sarge. I didn't mean to leave you out there that long...." Jenny yawned again as she followed the dog into the bedroom. She was tired. Really tired and her cunt ached pleasantly. The boy had been so nice. She thought of his stiff little dick and smiled. She could kiss it all day if she had the chance.
Jenny slipped under the fresh sheets, enjoying the sensation of her tits and nipples brushing against them, raising darling little goose bumps. It had been a long morning and she still had to meet Johnny later. Sleepily she considered what she had told Timmy-sex is better if you make the other person enjoy it too....
I wish Red had learned that. I wish....Jenny was still wishing as she fell into an untroubled sleep, pleasantly decorated with dream pictures of soft-drink bottles.
Next to the bed, Sarge flopped on his side. His hind legs bicycled as he chased imaginary rabbits. Then he moved less and his huge, red pecker slid out of his foreskin and the big dog sang quietly in his sleep. His big mouth formed a canine smile and after a while he began snoring happily. Sarge was enjoying his dreams too...." no spiders and snakes
"'Cause that ain't what it takes
"To love me...."
Jenny's clock radio had been on for hours before she finally woke up. She smiled as she caught a snatch of a refrain from the song. She couldn't agree with the words more. It made her happy knowing she was teaching the truth of those same words to nice young boys like Timmy and Johnny. If they grew up knowing what sex was really about, then it was all worthwhile.
Of course, sometimes Jenny wondered what was really normal. Had Red's Neanderthal love-making been okay for the average woman? She really didn't know. Maybe she didn't respond the way other women did. Was she the only woman in the world who loved children? Who really loved them?
She slipped out of bed and posed in front of the vanity mirror. Her body was all right. Her breasts were round, firm, glowing with vitality, begging to be nursed, to have some young male lips suckle on them. Her waist pinched in. Not too much, but enough so that her stomach was narrow and beautiful.
Flaring out, her hips were sexy reminders of her function of biological reproduction. Her flat stomach and the slight, seductive bulge of her pubic mound invited the male eye to slide directly to her glowing core. Her cunt.
In the shower, Jenny shivered as she turned the water colder and colder. Hard droplets of water hit her skin, sprayed off, shattered even as more pelted her. Sometimes she thought of her cunt as a volcano. She got so hot in there that she had to pinch her pubes together to keep from overflowing.
She wondered if that was right. Or was it abnormal for women to become too sexually interested? No one ever commented on a man looking at a woman or a girl and making some comment about her breasts or crotch or what a good fuck she'd make. Jenny had wanted to be able to do the same thing for years. Ever since she'd become aware of the fact that there was more sexual pleasure to be had than she was getting out of her marriage to Red.
She'd look at men and wonder what their cocks looked like. Then she'd get quivery inside as she thought about how one would feel crammed up inside her glowing cunt. She never told Red how she felt. He would have killed her. She didn't know how it happened, but as she got older, the men she looked at got younger and younger until they weren't men any more, but boys.
Mindlessly, Jenny lathered her breasts as she stood with her back to the hard spray of the shower. She didn't even feel the hard beat of the water on her back, the stream that flowed down her spine, between her asscheeks to the tip of her cunt, and then cascaded down in a waterfall that made it look like she was standing in the bathtub taking a piss.
Somewhere along the way, sometime, she wondered if some man she'd looked at could have changed things. There were times, she knew, that a touch or even a word would have been enough to make her spread her legs for almost any man.
Even when Red was alive!
Maybe then she would have stopped going back further and further. And now, though Jenny didn't want to admit it to herself, she was terribly afraid.
First Johnny. It had been so easy to turn her years of daydreaming into reality. Then that boy Chet. And Timmy.
The faces of the three boys intermingled with their respective cocks whirled in Jenny's mind. If it had been so easy all these years, how could she justify staying alone and lonely and unfulfilled for so long?
Trying to push the horrible thought out of her mind, Jenny whirled and faced the shower, letting it strike her face full blast and then fall to the quivery, up-thrust mounds of her tits. Finally she turned the shower head down and cried out with pleasure when the icy water lashed against her tender cuntlips and made them shrivel and draw in upon themselves until they didn't feel anything any more.
The tennis courts were crowded when Jenny got there. The day was sparkling, the sky blue and the sun a wonderful yellow. Dozens of white-clad tennis players crowded the cement bleachers, waiting their turn at the nets.
Jenny's heart had been floating in her breast, swollen with joyful anticipation, when she got there. But Johnny was nowhere in sight. Eagerly she walked Sarge to the little glade where they had romped the previous day. But even that place was empty.
They went back to the tennis courts and Sarge romped alongside of Jenny as if he could make up for her disappointment. Absently, she petted his head.
"Hey, doll. You want to play a set?"
"What?" Jenny raised her gaze from the sidewalk to stare at a brash young man of about twenty-five. He was staring insolently into her eyes, but it seemed to Jenny he was seeing her cunt and breasts, weighing them with his stare.
"Well?" The kid was practically insolent about it.
Jenny was flustered. She was reminded of Red when he wanted something. Red had always just taken it. That was what the young man seemed like. Red. "No. I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm waiting for someone."
"Well, then in that case, do you want to ball?" He leered at her. "We could make it a quickie."
"No-Thank-You!" Jenny spit the words out like three identical machine gun bullets, each aimed to hit him in the balls.
As she walked away, she wondered why she had reacted like that. It was practically the same thing she wanted to do, to put her sexual desires up front. So why was she upset when that young man had done the exact thing she contemplated?
She looked back and the fellow was still standing there, sneering at her. He looked like any one of a dozen other tennis players, only he held his right hand up and gave her the finger.
Jenny couldn't stop herself, she returned the salute and his jaw dropped open.
Screw you! Her action made Jenny seem in control somehow. Imperceptibly her walk became jauntier. If he hadn't been so pushy, maybe I should have considered taking him up on his proposition, Jenny thought. He was good looking!
But somehow Jenny couldn't imagine the young man sprawled over her, feeding his thick, gnarled prick into the hungry maw of her cunt. Instead she visualized Johnny, sweet Johnny, and his innocent little pecker. Just thinking about it made her twat water and she stopped and squeezed her thighs together and tried to rid her mind of lascivious thoughts before she stained her panties.
She walked the whole length and breadth of the playground, but Johnny wasn't anywhere. She did it again, just to be sure. But the boy wasn't there. Maybe he had come earlier, while she was still sleeping. But she was afraid to ask anybody if they'd seen the boy. She didn't even know his last name.
Killing time, Jenny played a couple of sets of tennis. But still Johnny didn't come....
It was almost dark before Jenny gave up and headed for home. Sarge didn't think a whole lot of the playground, but it was better than being cooped up in the house the whole day, and he acted reluctant to leave. At the gate leading into the school grounds, he woofed a couple of times and then sat down and scratched himself.
"Come on, Sarge!"
Acting like he was eighty-years-old, Sarge got back to his feet.
"Come on!" Jenny was mad enough to wallop the dog's big butt. She was so disappointed, so frustrated that she knew she was going to take it out on the big Great Dane if he didn't hurry up.
"Wait! Wait!"
Startled, Jenny looked up.
Tearing across the school grounds, was a small figure. A boy. Jenny's spirits soared. It was Johnny. He had come!
Jenny ran back to the gate and had her hands on his shoulders the minute he stopped running. "Where have you been? You've had me so worried...."
"I'm sorry." The boy was winded. His cowlick stood straight up, but otherwise he was neater than Jenny had ever seen him before. He had on a white shirt and pinstripe tie. Instead of jeans, he wore dark blue slacks that matched the pinstripe. His oxfords were freshly polished and gleamed like diamonds.
Jenny knew that the boy's mother had worked hard on him most of the day.
"I have to go to this darn old wedding," Johnny said by way of explaining. "First we went to see my grandma and granddad and I just now got home. My cousin's getting married today."
"I understand, honey." Jenny ran her fingers through the boy's hair, trying to smooth it down. She was trembling. Today was the day she was going to let Johnny really fuck her like a grown-up man would do. And now they only had a few minutes.
"I've got to get right back."
"We can take a minute...." Jenny's eyes were bright. She walked Johnny back to a sheltered corner of the school yard.
"I suppose...."
"Show it to me." Jenny quivered with anticipation as Johnny fumbled with his zipper.
The boy was still a little shy as he took his pecker out of his pants. It was big and hard and round. It seemed to be like that all the time since he'd met the pretty lady. But he didn't mind. Because it could also feel very, very good.
"What do you want me to do to it?" Jenny whispered.
"Kiss it," the boy said. He remembered the wonderful heat of her mouth on it from the day before and he almost came right then. .
"All right." Jenny got on her knees and put her face against his body. Her hot breath went inside his pants and stroked the quivery flesh of his balls.
Johnny wanted to pee. That's what it seemed like, anyway. There was an intense pressure inside his balls. The inside of his cock was so hot he wanted to explode. It was like he wanted to pee and couldn't.
"That's beautiful," Jenny said. Tenderly her lips covered the large, moist head of his prick and she began to suck and at the same time swirl her tongue over his penis.
The stroking drove Johnny wild. He kept looking around to make sure nobody was watching, and then the feeling was so much he forgot to watch and all he could think of was his penis in the lovely lady's mouth. She sucked his balls in, too, and the boy almost fainted.
And then Jenny's mouth drew off his throbbing cock and she stared at it hungrily. "You know what I want?" she asked.
"No," Johnny whimpered. He knew what he wanted.
"I want that lovely prick stuck in my cunt, in my asshole, in my mouth. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. I want you to suck my titties while you're shoving your dick up my twat. I want you to kiss my hairy pussy and stick your finger in my hole...." Jenny kissed his tiny, throbbing prick. "Tomorrow I want you to come to my house and do all that to me. Tomorrow."
Johnny waited and she didn't touch his cock again. He was burning up. "Yes," he finally said. "Goddamn it, I'll do it. I'll fuck the shit out of you."
Jenny stared at his prick, his tiny symbol of manhood and knew she wanted one more thing. "Beat it off," she whispered.
She wasn't going to do any more then. Johnny's cock ached so bad. He put his half-grown hand on it and it felt good again. He knew she was watching and that somehow made it better. He'd never jacked off before when somebody could see him. Always it had been locked in the bathroom or under the covers at night so his brother wouldn't know.
Slowly the boy drew the foreskin all the way back, exposing the full beauty of the crown, his cockhead. Jenny drew in her breath. He began to stroke up and down, his hand gaining speed each trip up and down his throbbing meat. It felt so good that Johnny had to lean against the wall of the school building.
Jenny was delirious. It was so wonderful, his hand squeezing and rubbing his own flesh. She wished she could help. God, she wanted to. But if she did he'd never realize how much better sex of any kind was with her. How much more she could do for him than he could do for himself.
Saliva gathered in her mouth. The first drops of pre-semenal fluid oozed out of the split end of his cockhead. It gathered together to form a beautiful shimmering pearl of moisture at the end of his prick.
God, Jenny was afraid that she'd lose it, that it would shake off and be wasted on the ground. Her hand cupped her cunt and she squeezed her own sexually vibrant genitals, sending bolts of electricity radiating through her body. She wanted it now. She wanted his cream. It was her due.
"Cum, baby. SHOOT YOUR STUFF! GIVE IT TO ME. Fuck, fuck. PUMP IT OUT, NOW! COME IN MY FACE. FUCK MY MOUTH!" Jenny's voice rose and fell in supplication. She was wildly excited and he was taking so long.
Johnny couldn't believe his ears. He was cumming and he tried to hold it back, the lady's face was in the way. The first spurt hit her on the forehead and then she had his cock in her hand and the second load of fuck cream struck her on the tip of the nose and the third sprayed over her lips and then she had her mouth open and his semen was shooting against the back of her throat and her face was contorted with joy.
He was so excited himself watching her soak up his cum and kiss his cock that he came and came until he was so dry his balls ached. He hadn't enjoyed pumping himself off as much as he had before meeting the lady, but the way she had taken his cream more than made up for it. He knew he'd do what she wanted tomorrow even if he had to run away from home to do it.
She was solicitous as she put his empty balls and prick back into his pants. But that didn't stop his cock from trying to rise again.
"Kiss me," Jenny said. She stood and she was just a little taller than he was. She still had his cum on her face, but Johnny pretended not to notice. When their lips met he could taste and smell his own cum. "Touch my titties!" It was an order, and automatically Johnny obeyed. They were soft and vibrant under his fingers.
Jenny's tongue slipped all hot and slithery into his mouth and her hand guided one of his hands away from her breast to her crotch. That was hot and wet, too.
Johnny thought he had been dry. But he felt his twitching penis shoot another load of cum through his shorts.. Boy, oh, boy! Can sticking my cock in her pussy be any better? Johnny thought that only dying would be a greater feeling of release. Only he knew that it had to be better. It really had to be!
Jenny watched the boy dash back across the playground to the entrance nearer his home. She didn't even want to think it, but she knew she was falling in love. He had to come tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.
A picture came up in her mind. She was marrying Johnny in church and he wore knee pants and carried a baby bottle and she wore only a veil and played with his cock during the ceremony and when the preacher told Johnny to put the ring on her finger, she encircled his cock with her cunt and fucked him until he was exhausted. She shivered even though it wasn't cold.
"Come, Sarge," she said. When she walked home, her footsteps were unsteady.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harry Weemens was at the door before Jenny could close it. She didn't want to see him just then, but she couldn't really turn him away. When she let him into the house she was just thankful that she'd put the pornographic pictures he'd left with her out of sight.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"Nothing. I just had to see you. And you were gone all day."
Jenny didn't need a polygraph machine to tell her that her next door neighbor was lying. His skin was shiny with perspiration and his breathing was harsh, like he'd been running too far and too fast.
"That's fine, Harry. But if you'll excuse me, I really have to go to bed. I was up ... early. And too much tennis today." Jenny fluttered apologetically. "Well ... you know how it is."
"Jenny ... honey. You've got to help me. You don't know what it's like." Weemens looked at her with what must have been thorough desperation.
"Well ... Harry. I'm just not going to fuck you!" Jenny bit her words off. It sounded, in a way, as if he was the last man in the world that she was going to let screw her. And that wasn't what she meant at all. But there was no sane way she could explain it to Harry.
Harry Weemens froze. "Why not?" he asked hoarsely. "You fuck everything else that moves."
The blood rushed to Jenny's head with a roar. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. And it scared her. More than she'd ever been scared before.
"You're crazy," she said quietly.
"Fuck crazy," Harry practically shouted. "I saw you this morning with the newspaper boy. Jesus Christ! With the little newspaper boy."
"Harry. You're making things up."
"You were in a shirt and your boobs were hanging out and your pussy was flapping in the wind like you'd used it all up." Harry's face was contorted with grief. "Jesus Christ! Why a fourteen-year-old kid and not me?"
Harry sank down on the sofa and began to cry, softly. Jenny looked down at his thinning hair covering the top of his head, feeling a mixture of pity and fear. It was hard to feel sympathetic to Harry's problem when, at the same time, Jenny knew she might be exposed as a pervert, a dispoiler of neighborhood children.
"Please don't, Harry. I'll go to bed with you."
"You will?"
Gently Jenny took Harry's hand and led him into the darkened bedroom. She turned on the little night light that sat on the maple nightstand next to the bed. "Watch, Harry," she whispered.
Slowly she began to undress in the dim yellow light. Jenny watched herself in the vanity mirror. She stripped her shirt off and, when her breasts were free, she began to caress them by cupping them in her hands and rubbing her fingertips over her bulging nipples.
Harry was watching. His cock was a hard bulge in his pants and Jenny thought it was funny that she'd never noticed Harry's prick before. She was so wound up in other cocks.
"Take them off," she said. "Take them off, Harry."
Harry Weemens caught her shorts and tugged them down Jenny's perfect, smooth legs. She was still wearing her panties and he pressed his face against them and inhaled the strong heady aroma of her cunt. Then he pulled them off her, too.
Gracefully Jenny stepped out of her panties. She moved closer to Harry and felt his breath stirring the furry covering over her pubic mound. It started her feeling sexy, even if she didn't want to feel sexy.
She ran her fingers through his hair and suddenly grabbed his ears. Harry Weemens' long tongue had lashed" out and rubbed itself the slippery length of her cunt. In a strange airy way, Jenny felt violated.
Her legs shook but she didn't move. He seemed to wait for her to complain, then he did it again.
"Yes, Harry," Jenny moaned. "Yes, yes, YES!"
She forced her pelvis into his face and Harry gobbled at her gaping slit. The room reeked with her pungent, female odor. To Jenny it was like she'd been opened from asshole to belly button and everything in between was cunt.
His tongue fit into her like a custom-made prick. It climbed her inner walls, tantalizing her with each movement. She was leaking moisture like a turned-on faucet and Harry was lapping it up like ambrosia.
He was doing too much to her. She was coming apart and she broke away and got on the bed. "Hurry, Harry," she begged. "Ream me with it!"
Weemens was a dark shape in her dimly lighted room as he threw off his clothes. Then he was crawling between her legs, his tongue starting at her crotch and dragging its way up to her navel and then to her tit where he sucked long and loudly for a tension-filled moment.
His mouth closed over hers and Jenny was fighting for breath. And then she felt the penetration.
Jenny was scared. Terrified.
She hadn't had an adult male cock in her body since her husband died. And then she had sworn never again.
But some way this was different.
Harry Weemens didn't force his way in, bulling his prick into her hot, swampy depths like he was driving a stake. When she got dry and tight he slowed down and wiggled around and she'd get wet and he'd go in deeper and do it again. It took her breath away. It was like being screwed in slow motion.
Jenny's thighs spread wide, leaving room for Harry Weemens' hips. Her cunt joyfully reached up to accept his penetrating, stiff penis.
She was trembling inside. All she could think was that her cuntlips were kissing his cock and that was wonderful.
Harry grunted and began sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. The friction on her cuntlips was heavenly. Harry's cock wasn't too long, but it was round enough to spread her twat wide open and start generating friction for a fire.
Jenny sighed and raised her legs off the bed. She was becoming overwhelmed. "More. More." She writhed and moaned under Harry's urgent ramming of his prick into her sweaty fuck box.
He paused at her sudden cry for more. Jenny was dying for him to continue. She remembered he had suggested his cock was a little one. Don't fail me now, she prayed silently.
"Faster, Harry! Do it fast!" She whispered in his ear and he began to lash at her body with his with machine-gun tempo. His cock was a blur of continuous movement in and out of her trembling, exhausted, sensitive, insatiable cunt. He bit her tit and Jenny screamed softly and stuffed his mouth hard with the rest of her breast.
Harry's hands caught her ankles and pulled them over her head and his cock sank into the soft morass of her cunt harder and deeper than before.
And then he was pasted against the back of her thighs, digging his prick into her hairy hole for all he was worth while he jetted hot, steamy fluid into her depths.
It was a match in a gas can and Jenny was literally consumed by the flames of her orgasm. She pulsated for several long moments before sinking exhausted down on the bed with Harry heavy on top of her.
"God, baby. I love you," Harry said. He got off her and then she felt the bed sag as he settled between her out-stretched legs. His tongue felt so cool and healing as he licked her hot cunt, cleaning their mingled juices away with his mouth.
"I love you too, Harry," Jenny murmured.
She watched as he dressed and then drifted into a dreamless sleep.
When the morning light filtered through her window, Jenny had only a confused memory of the night before. Had she fucked Harry Weemens? Or hadn't she?
She stretched and her cunt literally groaned. But the deep ache that ran through her body was a pleasant one.
But what was she going to do now?
Surely she couldn't keep it up. Harry had been okay. In fact, compared to Red, that thin-haired, middle-aged man had been positively great. Thinking back on it, Jenny wondered why she was so set against Harry splitting her crack for her. She shrugged, thinking was too difficult in the morning.
Mechanically Jenny attacked waking up.
She put the coffee on to heat, tidy-upped the bedroom, showered and was thinking about going back to bed when Sarge attempted a quiet demonstration to show her that he wanted out.
"Okay, Sarge," she yawned.
She opened the door and Sarge bounded out. That's when she noticed the newspaper on the step. Which was funny because she didn't subscribe to any newspaper.
Picking it up, she took it in the house and set it on the dark walnut of the piano. By itself the newspaper continued unfurling. Jenny gasped!
Scrawled across the top of the page, right on top of the headlines, was the simple message: I LOVE YOU-TIMMY.
Jenny remembered the red-haired boy well enough. And the Pepsi bottle. And she suddenly had the terrible sinking feeling that she was into sex way over her head....
Jenny wasn't going to meet Johnny until after one o'clock in the afternoon, which was a long way off. She was surprised at how eager she was to go see the boy after ... after what happened the previous night. But her eagerness didn't go away.
Just thinking about Johnny was becoming a fixation with her. Her heart pounded faster and she had trouble catching her breath when he entered her thoughts. It was a lot the same way as when she had been younger-a teenager in fact-and got hot flashes looking at Elvis Presley posters.
It had been a long time, but Jenny had had a friend who was pretty close when Red was alive. She used to tell Rita all of her problems, her difficulties with Red. And Rita had never failed to respond in a way that cheered Jenny up. After Red died, though, it seemed to Jenny that her reason for seeing Rita was gone. Mostly, Jenny knew it was her own fault. Rita was still friendly and they talked once in a while on the telephone, but their visits had become few and far between.
Maybe it was because Jenny had shut the world out too thoroughly. Her preoccupation with the house and Sarge and playing tennis had been taking up all of Jenny's life until she met Johnny....
Rita was Jenny's last real contact with the world!
She started to dial Rita's number on the telephone. But then she stopped. It was possible that Rita wouldn't want to see her. And Jenny had to see somebody. Now!
Starting again, Jenny called the cab company. When the cab pulled up in front of the house, she was outside. She would have liked to take Sarge with her, but taxi drivers in the past had gotten funny about letting the big dog get in the cab. Sometimes they said it was because they didn't want the next passenger to get covered with dog hairs. More often it had been because they were scared shitless to let a dog as big as they were get into the same car as them.
Jenny had come to appreciate their point. Sarge was locked up in the house.
Giving the cab driver the address, Jenny settled into the back seat and prayed Rita was home. Somehow she was sure that Rita had an answer. She always had one in the past.
As the knowledge that she was going to get help eased Jenny's discomfort, she began to take an interest in what was going on around her. Glancing from side to side, noting the new buildings being put up since her last visit to Rita's, she was intrigued by the cabbie's rear-view mirror. The angle it was tilted at couldn't possibly show the road behind them.
She crossed her legs and looked into the mirror.
The cab driver's eyes had glanced up. His lips looked pursed for whistling.
She shifted position and his eyes moved.
The blush started in Jenny's crotch and spread throughout her body when it finally dawned on her. The cab driver had the mirror tilted so he could sneak peeks at people's-women's-crotches when they got into the back seat. If a woman was wearing a short dress and wasn't particularly careful, there was the chance he could see their cunts....
When his eyes met hers in the mirror, he grinned. Jenny blushed a furious shade of red.
"Don't let it bother you," he said conversationally. "You can't really see nothing if the dames wear panties or pantyhose."
"That's dirty."
"Naw. It's just a little amusement." The driver grinned again. "If they didn't want me to peek, they wouldn't wear short dresses that can't cover what they want to hide." He winked. "Get what I mean?"
"Can you really see under women's skirts that way?"
The driver pulled up in front of Rita's house. "Well, sometimes you can't tell whether it's natural-colored panties or bare ass under there, but you can always spot lime green."
"That's nice," Jenny said stiffly.
"Sure is." The driver turned around in the seat and he made no pretense of looking anywhere but between Jenny's thighs. "You've got a nice hunk of fluff there."
Jenny glanced quickly down. Her miniskirt had pulled up and the driver could see the puffy, cunt-filled crotch of her light green panties. Before she could say anything, he put his hand over the seat and laid it on her thigh.
She thought it was a nice-looking hand, even as she wondered why she didn't scream. She just stared as it slid down the honey smooth skin of her thigh and his fingers rubbed lightly over her cunt.
My God, Jenny thought. Why can't I scream? It was like a dream. And the whole cab stank of her own desire. Her pussy was pouring out the aroma of her sex like it was a pressurized spray can.
She grabbed the door handle and tugged and then she was out on the street. "I'm going to report you," she said.
"Forget it, lady." He seemed confused. "Look, are you all right. You want to go to the hospital or something?" He looked at her as if she appeared strange to him.
"Leave me alone!"
"All right, lady." He touched his cap. "I'll even swallow the fare. I think that snatch of yours is worth it."
He screeched away from the curb and Jenny desperately tried to get a hold on herself. Was she advertising her availability like some bitch dog in heat? How did he know?
Jenny literally staggered up to Rita's apartment. Besides, all she really wanted was Johnny. She knew that. So what was happening to her?
She began to cry even as she pressed Rita's doorbell. And she wondered if there was still time. Or if she was going crazy....
"Damn!" Rita was pissed off a royal purple by the strident ringing of her bell. She'd finally gotten her nephew where she wanted him, and now the goddamned doorbell was spoiling everything.
She was sitting on his fourteen-year-old belly with his tender young cock stuffed so far up her cunt that she thought she'd die. She was teaching the boy to play with the prominent protrusion of her clitoris at the same time while she put her hand down behind her and stroked his velvety balls where they pressed at her asshole.
"What's that?" The boy's fingers stopped doing their work and he looked scared. That wonderful little cock of his, that Rita had worked so hard to blow up, suddenly went limp inside her sweaty fuckhole. Rita could have cried.
"I'll bet it's my mother," Tommy moaned. "She'll kill me, Aunt Rita." He stared at his youthful, curly-haired aunt and practically sobbed.
"Don't worry, Tommy," she soothed. "I'll take care of it." She got off the guest bed and slipped on a sexy pink robe with lots of feminine frills. "You just think about how good it was feeling, and I'll be back in a jiffy."
Rita stuck her feet into floppy, fluffy house slippers and walked to the front of the apartment with the slippers clopping an extra damn, damn, damn each time they hit the floor.
She'd been after Tommy so long. He was such a little sissy she wondered why she bothered. The fact that he was her sister's boy had something to do with it, Rita guessed. She'd always had something against Gwen. Her older sister had always been a domineering bitch. It showed, too. Her husband had the backbone of a sponge and her son was scared so shitless of her that he couldn't even fuck.
"Screw her," Rita snorted, and jerked the door open.
Jenny was holding the wrought iron black porch railing as tight as she could. When the door popped open she almost cried with relief. Nothing had ever looked so good to Jenny as Rita, as pompous as usual in her nylon ruffles and pink feminine swirls.
"Rita!"
"My God!" Rita had been trying to think of some shitty thing she could say to her sister. Seeing Jenny on the porch was the last thing she would have suspected. "Come on in."
"Thanks." Jenny started to feel better the minute she walked into the familiar apartment. At first she'd felt strange in Rita's place, when they had just met. The walls were decorated with marvelous paintings of famous Greek and Italian statuary and when Jenny had first commented how strange it seemed, to adorn the walls with pictures of statues, Rita had laughed. "But, my dear," Rita had said then, "Where else are you going to find men with such beautiful bodies and such tremendous little pricks?"
Jenny had thought Rita was joking. But not any more.
She knew where to find those youthful, lithe bodies and darling smooth cocks and cuddly balls-on young boys just entering puberty.
And she hoped, because of that, that Rita would understand...." are you all right?" Rita was looking at Jenny strangely.
"What? I'm sorry." Jenny realized she hadn't heard something. "My mind was wondering."
"Oh!" Rita didn't look convinced. "I was just wondering if you were all right, darling. You know you don't really look yourself."
"Rita...." Jenny didn't know how to say it. What do I say? she asked herself. Rita, I've discovered I like to suck and fuck nice little boys and the neighbor knows and now I've got to copulate with him and the newspaper boy leaves love notes in a newspaper I didn't order and I want to run away with a twelve-year-old kid?
It didn't sound too good. And Jenny was giving herself the benefit of hindsight, of those rotten years with Red.
"Rita," she said. "I've got to talk to you."
After the first shock of seeing her long lost friend, Rita threw open her arms and hugged Jenny. "Darling, it's been so long."
"I know," Jenny said as she let Rita pull her into the apartment living room. "And I feel terrible, coming now when I need help, instead of coming just because I wanted to."
"Poor baby." Rita's warm arms enfolded her friend. "When you need help is the best time to come to me."
Unexpectedly, Jenny felt a lot better. The warm feeling of Rita's ample bosom pressing against her, the older woman's strong arms around her, gave her a sense of comfort that she never thought she'd know again.
Rita's embrace lasted a lot longer than it might have, but Jenny wasn't about to complain. It was like being in her mother's arms again.
"Tell Rita about it...." Rita urged.
And Jenny did.
Throughout her long monologue, Jenny stared fixedly at the wall. She didn't want to see Rita's reaction about ... about the things she did. She left nothing out. Not even the spying in the schoolhouse bathroom, the agony and the ecstasy she felt as she masturbated herself, the afinity for the teenage boy's pee.
"God," she moaned. "I'm so depraved I wanted him to piss on me. Rita, what can I do?"
"Is that all?" Rita asked.
"All! My God, isn't it enough?"
Rita laughed. "Darling, that's nothing!"
Slowly the black-haired woman rose to her feet and untied the pink ribbon that held her nightgown together. She let go and the gauzy, chiffon mess slid to the floor, leaving Rita as naked as she ever could be.
Jenny held her breath at the sight. She'd never seen Rita without clothes before and it proved to be an unexpectedly exciting sight to Jenny.
Rita's body was like her face, soft and rounded and dimpled. Her breasts were tremendous fruits, full and ripe and firm. They were too large to stick straight out and consequently sagged a little, but not much. The undersides were soft. Temptingly soft. Jenny thought that if she touched Rita there it would be like touching that special place in her crotch.
From the soft protuberances of her tits, each nipple surrounded by a dark, reddish-brown ring, Rita's body tapered in to a waist that was small enough for Jenny to enclose with her fingers.
And then her buttocks billowed out, full and round, closing in to her crotch with a cute little tuck and fold that made Jenny want to stick her finger between Rita's thighs to see where it went.
In front, Rita's hips were wide. She had a soft, rounded belly that started below her navel and made a gentle half-circle that ended in the sweet puffy mounds of her cunt.
No wonder Rita's so experienced. What man could resist her? Jenny practically viewed Rita with awe.
Pretending to hold her skirt out in front of her knees, Rita strolled back and forth in front of Jenny, showing her everything! "How do you like the empress' new clothes?" she asked.
Jenny gulped. "What are you doing, Rita?"
"Silly girl." Rita touched her cunt with her hand. Delicately. "What do you think, you're the only one to own one of these? There are men who chase young women and men who chase old women and men who chase any woman."
"Well, there are also women who chase men."
Naked, Rita walked up to Jenny and caressed her hair. "I, darling, chase boys!"
"You?" Jenny was aghast. "You're just saying that...."
"Am I, darling?" Rita stood in front of Jenny, her arms akimbo. "Tommy!" she called.
In a moment Tommy came bursting into the front room. "Yes, Aunt Ritaaaa...." His eagerness dissipated when he saw Jenny there too. And then he noticed his aunt didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Not a stitch.
Tommy was afraid of his mother. Hell, everybody was. But his Aunt Rita had finally aroused him like he'd never been turned on before. There was something really super sexy about being in a room with two beautiful older women. Especially when one was naked and her cunt had been on his throbbing cock only moments before, and the other was all neat and proper and dressed up for the street.
"Tommy," Rita said. "Make Jenny comfortable. Help her off with her clothes."
Tommy wasn't sure what Rita meant. But as he went near the beautiful blonde lady, he felt his cock reacting. She didn't have any extra clothes on, but if Rita wanted him to take some off of her, Tommy was willing to help.
Jenny stood like a rock and Tommy came near her. His prick was practically ripping his pants and Jenny thought, I'll scream if he gets any closer!
"Tommy is my nephew," Rita said conversationally. "He was fucking me when you came by. But he's a generous boy. He'll help me entertain you."
I'll scream! Jenny couldn't help herself. Her vocal cords were frozen. Tommy began unbuttoning her neat, tailored blouse, and his hands were clumsy. Time and again his hands slipped and touched her bare breast. It made her all quivery inside and she put her arms back and let him slide the blouse off of her.
"Don't you think Tommy's a doll?" Rita winked at Jenny.
Tommy was fiddling with Jenny's skirt. Jenny was asking herself why she didn't do something, anything. And then she looked down at Tommy's pecker and she knew. It stuck out so sweetly under his pants. She started to think about it and the same old weakness came over her. Tommy had her skirt loose and dropped it around Jenny's ankles and she didn't care that she was standing in the middle of Rita's apartment dressed only in her semi-transparent panties.
Rita came closer. "You have a really beautiful body, darling."
Tommy was struggling with her panties and Jenny shifted her body a little and opened her legs and then he didn't have any trouble at all. He just pulled them down.
"He's fourteen and he's a ... well, he's almost a virgin." Rita was standing very close to Jenny now. "If I'd've known you were coming I'd have saved him for you. He's what you need. I know he is."
Rita had put her hand in Jenny's and began leading her toward the master bedroom. "You know, I've always liked young male children. I think it's natural for most women. But for lonely women like you and me, it becomes totally important. You know what I mean?"
"Yes," Jenny said. It was her first response and, strangely, she thought she understood. She was thinking mostly about Tommy. About his smooth little hands and his almost girlish lips and his clear, clean complexion. And about this cock. That's what she needed-his young, slick white boy's prick. That's what Rita was telling her.
"If I'd had a baby before Marty died...." Rita's voice trailed off and Jenny was almost shocked to discover that it was filled with sorrow. Rita had never reacted like that before.
But she was beginning to understand. If she and Red had had a baby that would have been hers ... yes, yes, yes! Jenny could see it all so clearly. It would have been something she never had. Something she needed.
"It's all right this way, though," Rita babbled. "My psyciatrist calls it compensation."
Jenny stopped suddenly. "He doesn't object?"
"How can he, darling?" Rita smiled then. A full, vuluptuous smile that lighted her whole face. "You see, he has this thing about twelve-year-old girls himself...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tommy hadn't understood anything his Aunt Rita or the blonde lady were discussing, but he didn't have to.
Hot damn! I'm going to get to fuck them. Both of them. At the same time! How, Tommy didn't have the slightest idea. But he did know that he was going to do something the first time with a girl-a woman-that the older guys only talked about doing.
Twisting his head back and forth, he was going crazy walking with the two naked women. Sometimes he favored his aunt's soft, round asscheeks. Then he might prefer the cute patch of soft, gold hair on the other lady's twat.
His cock felt like it was going to tear itself off inside his pants. He felt just like he did when he beat his meat and was ready to shoot off. Goddamn, he sobbed in his mind, not now!
Then ready or not, Aunt Rita and the other lady were kneeling next to him and undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He clutched at his shorts in reflexive action as they whisked them away from him. His shirt went too. Tommy was jaybird naked, his sweet little boy cock sticking straight out in front of his balls, the tip bright and pink, and he was surrounded by two sets of beautiful jugs with sharp, pointed nipples he wanted to suck on more than anything else.
"Goddamn no!" He cried it out, but all the built-up tension burst loose from his body and without being touched by either woman, Tommy began spraying his cum all over the feminine bedroom, and all over Jenny and Rita.
Rita had seen instinctively what was going to happen. Grabbing Tommy's cock, she directed it toward Jenny.
For an incredible moment, the-whole scene was frozen. And then Jenny saw the blobs of hot sticky white stuff jetting out of the end of Tommy's prick. She felt it landing, splattering like hot grease on her naked boobs. "No," she moaned. But she held her hands out and, when Rita directed the boy's jerking cock up, she didn't turn her head away. She licked his fresh boycum up as fast as it fell on her lips and mouth.
When Tommy was done cumming, Rita was very gentle with Jenny. Her hands brushed over Jenny's bare tits, rubbing the drops of semen into her skin like it was some magic lotion. Jenny squeezed her knees together when Rita took hold of the end of her tit. She felt her nipple pop out, hard as a pebble, and Rita's fingers massaging it with kidskin softness.
"Look, Tommy." Rita was touching Jenny's tit, demonstrating, and incredibly the boy's pecker was getting hard again, rising to the challenge that Rita had set him. "Tommy," Rita said softly, "get on the bed!"
"Yes, Aunt Rita." Dutifully the boy crawled onto the rose pink and velvet black bedspread and lay on his back. His cock pointed majestically at the ceiling.
"Go on, Jenny!" Rita nodded at the reclining boy.
"No. He's your virgin, Rita. I think you should do it. I'll ... I'll just watch."
Suddenly everything was coming together for Jenny. That strange feeling of non-reality was passing and she started to believe in herself again. So what if I like little boys? They need love, too.
Something else Jenny had discovered was that it wasn't just any little boy she liked. Tommy was nice. He was cute with an upturned nose and anyone could see he was over his head and gamely trying to be an adult about it. But Jenny just didn't have the passionate need for him that Rita did.
And, she had to admit to herself, she wanted to watch....
Rita had gotten on the bed, too. On her hands and knees, she crawled to a position over Tommy. Her heavy breasts were dangled pendulously in the boy's face and he seemed to naturally attach himself to one of Rita's nipples. Her face twisted with pleasure.
Her legs straddled Tommy's and Jenny could see what she was trying to do. Without disturbing the boy's mouth or hands on her sweetly sensitive tit, Rita was trying to ring his cock with her cunt. But it wasn't working.
Every time her hips went down, Tommy's cock would make contact and bounce off.
"Wait a minute," Jenny said. She bent closer and realized what was wrong. Tommy's cock was dry and Rita's pussy was still too tight. Her cunt was pursed shut like a miser's wallet.
Jenny said, "I'll fix it." And then she wondered if she could, the way she had intended when she said it.
Timidly she approached their pelvises. Rita had given herself over to the sensation of Tommy sucking her tit, and Jenny wasn't sure she was even aware that she was there. At first.
To start with, Jenny caught Tommy's cock in her hands and examined it close up. It was nice, not too large but full bodied. The head was smooth and flawless, the boy's skin grainy red and full of tender nerves. Carefully, Jenny guided her mouth around it.
Immediately the boy's movements became faster, more aggressive. Without really understanding why, Rita was aware of Tommy's super turn on, the way he manipulated her mammary glands, the sensations he evoked in her by his movements.
When Tommy's cock was sufficiently wet and slippery, Jenny shifted her target. The way Rita was bent over, the fat, juicy lips of her sealed cunt were a prime target. Jenny attacked.
First her tongue swept up the furrow between Rita's cuntlips. Jenny swabbed the whole area, the raven black hair and the wrinkled sex flesh that guarded Rita's sex hole.
Then, utilizing her tongue like a crowbar, Jenny set out to open the vault. Her tongue pried and pushed at Rita's tunnel, slipping between the pursed lips. Then Jenny began to tongue fuck her girl friend, snapping her tongue in and out with the force and fury of a thick rubber band.
Rita wasn't slow in responding. Her groans were of pleasure. Her cunt loosened, imperceptibly at first, and then to greater effect, and Jenny was able to jamb her tongue the full length up Rita's cock crack.
She'd thought that the taste and smell of Rita's hairy pussy would nauseate her, but it hadn't. It was almost as good as cock. And besides, Jenny was doubly satisfied that Rita was thoroughly enjoying every move she made.
Both Rita and" Tommy were squirming and writhing full of pleasure. Jenny wasn't sure, but they had seemed to forget her. She gave Rita's cunt and Tommy's cock an extra saliva-loaded lick, and then gently she guided Tommy's cock to Rita's pulsating slit.
Jenny didn't have to do any more, just watch as Tommy sank the thick column of white flesh in his aunt's heaving pussy. Within moments Rita's hips were jerking up and down with wild abandon. And each movement caused Tommy's cock to practically leap out of her hole.
Jenny couldn't resist the temptation. She put her face into the juncture of their combined genitals and eagerly began licking Tommy's plunging cock as it flew in and out of his aunt's burning sex box. Rita howled with pleasure when Jenny's tongue flicked over her cunt.
Slowly Jenny shifted her target. Her lips crept down from Tommy's prick and fastened on the tightly clenched skin of his balls. His testicles were drawn up tight against his body, ready to explode, and Jenny began to lave them with her tongue harder and harder until she sucked his balls into her mouth.
Rita's ass was pounding the side of Jenny's face as the older woman fucked her nephew. But Jenny didn't care. She felt Tommy's balls swelling and tightening. The stimulus of Jenny's mouth on his balls was too great and suddenly he screamed "AUNTY" and raised his hips and plunged his cock into Rita's cunt to the hilt.
Jenny thrilled to the sudden surge in his balls, the out-pouring of Tommy's sperm into Rita's copious cunt.
There was so much of it! It shot back out between the tight seal of Rita's cuntlips and Tommy's prick and Jenny was delighted to lap it up.
Rita slumped down on Tommy's cock. She was full of the boy's cock and she said "wow" in an uncharacteristic exclamation.
Tenderly Jenny stroked the join between the aunt and nephew's cunt and prick. There was something symbolic about what she had seen. To Jenny it was like a special kind of marriage that she couldn't describe. It was more than sex.
Tommy was a timid boy who was growing up repressed and frustrated, scared shitless by a mother who dominated her husband and her son by the power of her sex slit. A woman who didn't give anything. And Rita was a lonely widow, a woman who wanted to retrieve the past and what she didn't have, if only for a moment.
Jenny thought it was beautiful.
And then, after a while, in return for what she'd done for them, Rita ate her cunt and Tommy sucked on her nipples and let her suck, in return, on his almost soft prick, and Jenny thought that was the nicest thing they could have done for her.
Jenny hadn't wanted to leave. She'd wanted to talk to Rita, to investigate what she was learning about herself, but an unplanned glance at the clock radio in the bedroom had shocked her back to reality. It was way past noon, and she had promised to meet Johnny at the playground.
She had the cab driver take her directly there, rather than to her house where Sarge was patiently waiting. , She was barely out of the taxi before Johnny was right next to her. His face was glowing from the scrubbing it had had that morning and Jenny thought she detected some hint of scent like an after-shave lotion. How sweet. It's like he got ready for his very first date.
"Where're we going?" Johnny was so eager he practically bounced as he waited for Jenny.
"To my house, Johnny." She tousled his hair and his cowlick shot to attention.
"Are we ... are we really going to do it today?"
His face was so hopeful that Jenny had to laugh. He looked the way she felt. Nothing would stop her from joining herself to the boy's wonderful prick. Nothing.
Taking his hand, Jenny said, "Let's go. We're wasting our time standing around talking about it."
With Johnny's hand in hers, Jenny knew she looked like a mother and her loving son walking home together. Not like a pair of lovers completing their tryst.
Rita had convinced Jenny that what she was doing was all right. They weren't hurting the boys, were they? And besides, Rita said she knew dozens of other women who liked young boys in one way or another. It wasn't abnormal to love innocence.
The short block to her home flitted by in an instant.
Sarge, the minute the door was opened, bounded out of the house. He bestowed on Johnny an uncharacteristic kiss of affection and it warmed Jenny to know the dog took to the boy too. "Good dog." She patted his head and he seemed to understand that she wanted him to treat Johnny nicely.
Once she had the door shut, Jenny didn't know where to begin. She'd been thinking about this moment alone with the boy in the safety of her home for so long that, now that it had come, she was unfunctional.
"Are you really going to let me fuck you here?"
Jenny smiled. Johnny had come to the point for her. "You bet," she said. Her voice had a sudden throatiness.
Eyeing the boy, she said, "How would you like to take a shower with me first?"
He wasn't overjoyed by the suggestion. But Jenny hadn't expected him to be. Young boys only got under the water when they had to, when their mothers could catch them and make them. To Johnny, the shower stall certainly wasn't his idea of a place to have a lot of fun-yet.
But he did as she asked. In the bathroom she watched happily as Johnny shucked off his clothes. The sight of his darling little penis started a tingling in her vagina that she couldn't control. Hurriedly she stripped, too.
In the mirror they made a startling contrast. Jenny's body was that of a mature woman. Her breasts were full. The lips of her cunt were swollen and pouty. Johnny was slender, though. His body was unformed and his prick was only a darling insinuation of what it would ultimately be in a few years. He had no pubic hair and she had a profusion. Jenny almost giggled. When he finally stuck it in her, Jenny wondered if all her hair would tickle his cock and balls.
She pulled back the pink shower curtain and gestured for Johnny to get under the water. She stroked his balls with her hand and he seemed to like that. Then she was under the cascading water, too, and she had pulled the curtain tight around them and they were in a pink womb.
"Isn't this nice?" Jenny had the bar of soap and began lathering Johnny's naked shoulders. She worked down his chest and hips and then her fingers gently felt his cock and balls. She went in back with the soap, putting her arms around Johnny, and touched the soft entrance to his asshole with her index finger. It seemed to respond to her touch, puckering to kiss her slippery wet finger.
"Why don't you put soap on me?" Jenny asked the boy.
He didn't have to be invited twice. In a moment Jenny experienced his hands feverishly sliding over her whole body. In the space of seconds he had explored her tits and her cunt and her asshole not once but a dozen times. And each succeeding time an intense surge of desire started at the sexual part Johnny touched and flashed through her body like a lightening bolt.
Turning the shower handles, Jenny made the water pour out faster, harder. It splashed off their shoulders as she pulled Johnny's body hard against hers. The soap between them made each movement exquisite. Johnny's erect prick stabbed between her legs touching her with tender, erotic jabs. She moved and he seemed to slide slowly across her billowy breasts and his cock moved and jabbed her cunt in another place and she was enflamed.
She could see in her imagination the play between his cock and her cunt. His balls were probably tight and drawn up and his prick waved like a blind man's white cane, trying to find the way.
The only way it wanted to find, though, was into the pink-lined interior of her steamy twat.
Jenny moved away from the boy despite his sudden objection. She let the hot shower beat on her tender breasts, stinging her nipples with a combination pain and pleasure that was mostly pleasure. She had Johnny do the same. While the soap was being washed off him, though, his hands raised to her breasts and began to squeeze and pull Jenny's already excited nipples.
Isn't he sweet? Jenny sighed with a great exhalation of breath. The boy's caresses were really turning her on.
Before her feelings overcame her prematurely, Jenny pulled away and slowly sank to her knees. She didn't pay any attention to the water soaking her hair, just to the boy's hard and distended prick staring her practically in the face.
She kissed it. And then cuddled his balls in her heated hand.
"Pee on me," she said in a soft voice.
"What?" Johnny's balls tightened as her words and their meaning sank in.
"Pee on me!" Jenny stared into the little hole in the end of Johnny's pecker and felt all fluttery inside with anticipation. She knew what she wanted.
"I ... I can't."
"Yes you can." Jenny's fingers warmed the boy's balls reassuringly.
Johnny's legs were all quivery. He couldn't believe that the beautiful lady kneeling at his feet, the shower splashing her in the face, really wanted him to piss on her. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it that stopped him, though. It was that he couldn't.
His balls were knotted up tight. His prick was iron hard and sticking straight out. He wanted to piss so hard he could bust.
"You can do it." The lady's voice was soft, almost as soft as her fingers working the knots out of his balls.
Hypnotically she told him he could do it until Johnny believed her. And then he was overwhelmed by his own surprise when everything changed and he felt so good and relieved and his cock tingled and his bladder stopped hurting and he looked down and saw a thick, yellow stream of piss arching out from his beautiful cock to splash on the beautiful lady's upturned face.
Jenny almost had an orgasm when the first, uncertain spray of Johnny's piss hit her. She knew she was kneeling in a puddle of her own love juice. She could feel herself leaking like a waterfall. She knew he was able to do it because he loved her.
It was hot on her face and she moved his prick with her hand, aiming the thick stream first against one nipple and then the other, and when they were fully aroused, against the cleft in her crotch.
The hot stream of the boy's urine brought her clitoris to full erection. It luxuriated in the wonderful beat of his water against her tender flesh. The burning feeling of his piss running down her pubes to gather at the entrance of her own hole was heavenly to Jenny.
She wished she could shoot it up inside her, douche her cunt out with Johnny's piss. But it was petering out.
Before the stream stopped completely, Jenny caught his penis in her mouth and savored the semi-bitter flavor of his urine. She swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing it.
Then she stood. "Put your hand on my cunt," she said thickly, "and I'll piss in it."
Johnny reluctantly did as he was told. It had been exciting watching his pee splattering all over Jenny, but he wasn't sure that he'd like catching hers in his hand.
The feel of Jenny's cunt, though, was wonderful to the boy. It was soft and squishy and his fingers sank excitingly into her hot flesh. And then his hand was hot and he felt her pee hosing against his palm.
"Put your cock in!" Jenny said excitedly. "Hurry!"
Johnny was trembling, but he obeyed. His prick was as stiff as a crowbar and it seemed to get harder as he poked it into the almost solid stream of Jenny's piss. It swelled under the rapid beat against his cockhead.
He was almost frantic as he turned it straight up and lunged to drive it into the older woman's leaking cunt. For a minute the feel of her piss driving right into the hole at the end of his cock drove him wild. And then his prick was inside.
Jenny wanted to burst. She couldn't stop her piss even if she wanted to. And she didn't. It sprayed from her cuntlips over both her legs and Johnny's as well as his balls. It was a hot river down both their flesh and it turned the boy on as well as her because he was ineffectually humping his butt as he screwed her while she was pissing. It was so good....
For a long, unaccountable moment Jenny was wrung out, dizzy. Her nervous system was burned out. She leaned against the boy and if he hadn't held her she would have fallen. His mouth was fastened around one of her tits and he was suckling even as he frigged his cock in and out of her slack hole. The little darling!
"Let's go to bed now," she said. She leaned her head against the boy's shoulder.
Jenny turned the water up to very hot and they were both subdued in the pink light filtering through the shower curtain.
When they stepped out, their skins were pink and both felt exhausted from the hot water.
Leading the way, Jenny guided the boy into her bedroom and her bed with the frilly white bedspread she had put on just for his deflowering.
But the deflowering started slow. Jenny remembered crawling on the bed with the boy and resting his head on her soft tit, and then it seemed hours later and she was opening her eyes. There was a wonderful feeling between her legs and Jenny realized the boy had taken her while she was asleep.
He had crawled between her legs and, firmly anchored, guided his prick into her cunthole.
Jenny woke feeling his thumb pressing against her clitoris as he jammed his cock into her slit.
Johnny's dick was hard. Super hard.
As the boy's cock got wetter, it slipped a little more into Jenny's aching slot. This was the moment Jenny had been waiting for. It was the moment of truth. Her moment of love.
The boy's penis stuffed her fuller than Red's big cock ever had. Her groin ached sweetly as her cunt stretched to take it all in.
"Fuck me, Johnny!"
The boy's face was contorted with emotion. His hips moved and his cock plunged in and out of her hole. Once.
"Fuck me. Fuck me until I shit!" Jenny's voice was ragged, her breath uneven.
"I will!" the boy promised.
He flexed his hips and his prick slid all the way into Jenny's turgid depths. He did it again, harder.
It felt so good. Jenny rose to meet him, impaling herself on each jab of his thrusting cock as it drove into her. The insides of her labia were swollen with passion. Even breathing had become a sexual thing.
The little boy's hands on her tits, his soft lips pressing against hers, his sleek, hairless penis pounding at the hole between her legs, drove Jenny beserk.
Faster. Faster! Each movement of his small, nice body against hers made her dizzy with added excitement.
"Fuck me! Fuck me good! Fill my cunt, you little loving bastard!"
Jenny's legs were pointed at the ceiling as Johnny drove his dick deeper and deeper into her. She opened herself as much as she could, helping his cock drive like a spike to the depths of her quaking vagina.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Jenny howled loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The greatest moment in her life had come and she didn't want to keep it a secret.
"FUCK!" Johnny echoed. He pressed against Jenny and his cock erupted, sending his white, sticky semen flooding her vagina, filled her being....
CHAPTER NINE
Jenny would have liked to keep Johnny with her all day. But she had some serious thinking to do. Was she already in too deep? How deep, for that matter, was too deep?
Johnny had fallen asleep after their spectacular love making and Jenny went into the other room with her for-once fully satisfied cunt and thought about the little boy sleeping naked on her bed. What she would have liked more than anything else was to have gone in there and done it again. But that, she told herself, was impossible.
Could she live the rest of her life with a twelve-year-old child?
She Bit her lip. Now he was twelve. But he'd grow up. And she'd grow older. A lot older.
Would Johnny still love screwing her when she was an old bag and he was a mature young man admiring young girls with wrinkle-free skin and pussies like elastic bands?
She was thinking all those things when he woke up and came into the front room. She was on the couch, naked.
Timidly the boy went up to her and kneeled in front of her, looking up into her face and then dropping his eyes like a velvet caress to her tits and pussy. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too, Johnny." Jenny ruffled his hair.
Impulsively the boy lowered his head and his mouth kissed Jenny's relaxed cunt. Then his head was burrowing between her legs like a wild puppy, his tongue lapping and spreading her twat lips open, his teeth nibbling at the tender nubbin of her clitoris.
Jenny watched between her breasts at his expression of love. The way his tongue darted into her, the way he tongue fucked her, made it seem like it had been something he had been preparing his whole life to do.
Squealing with uncontrollable pleasure, Jenny opened her knees wider so the boy could go all the way. All the way. But for Jenny there was no further to go. His hot tongue was a poker in her cunt. She was at an unendurable crest of her orgasm. The pleasure was so great it was agony and she rode along from wave crest to wave crest. And still his tongue stabbed her until she was screaming inarticulately.
The last echo of her "AAAAGGGGHHHH" still reverberated throughout the house as Johnny pulled his tongue from her exhausted fuck box and licked the last traces of her pussy juices from around his mouth.
"Did you like that?" he asked shyly.
"Did I like it?" Jenny hugged him to her and reveled in the feeling of his body pressed against hers. "I loved it, darling. And you remember that when you play with other girls and they'll love it too."
"I don't want any other girls. Just you!" Johnny's voice rang so authoritatively that Jenny almost thought he was somebody else.
"If you say so," she said. She hugged him again. "But you'll have to go now!"
"I suppose so. But, gee whiz, when I'm grown up we can do it all we want to. I'll make them let us...."
"Of course," Jenny said.
She stood at the window peeping out through the drapes at the boy as he walked toward the school. Maybe she should have walked with him, but she couldn't bear to. She might see him again-and fuck him-but it would never be really the same. She knew that, as much as she loved the boy, it wouldn't work. It couldn't. In a way, it was her good-bye.
Turning away from the window, Jenny patted Sarge's head. "I've got you, boy, don't I?"
She made the dog a snack which he wolfed happily. It wasn't the usual order of things and Sarge enjoyed an extra meal almost as much as he liked licking his mistress' cunt. The doorbell rang!
Jenny held her hand over her throbbing breast, feeling her nipple grow between her fingers. She knew it was Johnny, come back. She knew it!
She ran to the door and flung it open. The mixed emotion of joy and disapproval with which she was going to greet him faded and became embarrassment. Harry Weemens was standing on the porch.
He looked at her naked body and his eyes grew round and approving. "You'd better close the door before my wife sees you, or one of the other nosy neighbors."
Jenny did a modest imitation of September Morn and stepped back into the house. Harry shut the door after himself.
"You'd better go, Harry. Now isn't the time...."
Harry Weemens smiled. His eyes literally devoured Jenny's nakedness. His eyes lingered on the slit between her legs and he licked his lips.
"I know," he said. "You only let me stick the wiener to you because I frightened you."
"Yes!"
"Don't I still frighten you?"
Jenny took her hand away from ineffectually shielding her breast from his gaze. "No, Harry. You don't." She put her hand on the side of his head. "You're a dear with your own problems. But at the moment, I have mine!"
"I know!" Harry smiled. From his pocket he drew a bright jacketed yellow-and-white-and-black pocketbook. "I read sex books, you know!"
Jenny shrugged and her splendid breasts rose and fell with the motion, jiggling so enticingly that Harry couldn't help looking at their strawberry tips.
He handed her the book and sat down on the couch. "You might read this."
Jenny turned the book over uncertainly in her hand. The title was Leave Your Boys Here. It showed a full grown woman and a young boy on the cover.
"You have my pictures. You might as well have this."
She wanted him to leave, but Jenny didn't want to make a scene. Besides, she felt a certain companionship with Harry. They knew each other's secrets too well to be enemies.
"Read it," Harry urged. His eyes flowed across her naked body.
Stubbornly, Jenny decided not to get dressed. If he wanted to torture himself watching her, wanting her, it was his decision. After the embarrassment of standing in front of him without a stitch of clothing on faded away, she had a self-righteous urge to punish him.
Carefully, Jenny sat next to him on the couch. Not close enough to touch, but so he could smell the warm aroma of her cunt, the fragrance of her hair.
Jenny's eyes scanned the pages. It seemed to be nothing. Just another of those books that peddled vicarious thrills instead of violence or greed. And then her eyes stopped....
Sally glanced over the top of the magazine again, watching the young boy splashing around in the water. He was a doll, about fourteen, with curly brown hair and a tight little body. He was wearing baggy yellow swimming trunks, and every time he got out of the water Sally could see the little bump in the front of them as they pressed against his young prick. She imagined it was all shriveled up from the cold water. Oh, how she'd like to put it in her mouth till it got warm....
"Pornography doesn't turn me on," Jenny said primly.
Harry shrugged.
Jenny knew why when she flipped through the pages. It wasn't an accident that the woman in the book noticed the fourteen-year-old boy. She noticed all fourteen-and thirteen-and fifteen-year-old boys. Her mind was set on one thing, the same thing Jenny's mind was set on.
Jenny read on in the book, to a scene where two boys are skinny dipping in the pool with Sally and she can't suppress her desire any longer:
"I want to get fucked by you," she said, looking up at the older boy, "while I suck you off. I want you both to cum at the same time, in my mouth and in my pussy."
"Honey," the stud said, slipping into the water silently, "this dick ain't had a girl riding on it in three weeks."
"Then now's the time," Sally said, spreading her legs as he came up behind her. They were both about the same height, he a little taller, and they were standing in water just deep enough so she could easily suck the kid sitting on the edge of the cement with his legs dangling in the water while the stud fucked her from behind, dog-style, like Mutt had done.
"Oh, it's going to hurt," Sally said, already licking the younger boy's penis, dreading the pain from the big one that was already moving around under her cuntlips. "I haven't had a cock that big since my husband died."
"Suck me, suck me," the younger boy said, lying back on the cement again, ready to give himself up to pleasure as his pal fucked the woman who was gonna blow him. "Tell me when you're gonna cum, Sonny, and I'll hold off till then."
Sonny. Sally wanted to ask him how's Cher: but she figured that wasn't the time to do it. She was too turned on by the feel of his huge dickhead between her legs to try to be cute anyhow. She just wanted to be fucked by this boy-man, to see what it was like to have a dick that size up her cunt again. It had been so long....
All of a sudden, Sonny pulled his stud prick out of her cunt. Sally opened her eyes and started to take her head off the dark-haired boy's cock, but the boy pushed her down with his hands, forcing the cockhead into her throat again. Sonny kept his cock between her legs for a moment, but he didn't put it back inside her pussy, which was burning for if.
Then she heard him say, "In Texas, we like to do it another way...."
Right away she panicked. She knew what he meant-and if her cunt had found his huge dick hard to take, her asshole could never bear it. She tried to lift her head in alarm, but the younger boy kept her down on his cock. Oh, God, please don't let him put it up my ass!
What she feared happened. Sonny put his cockhead right smack between her asscheeks and pressed hard. He was breathing harder now, faster, and she knew that this was his thing, that this was what he wanted to do most with that weapon of his-he wanted to make women squeal and cry in pain, and putting it up their assholes would do it.
No, God, no....
"Do it, Sonny!" the younger boy said, excited to be watching, knowing the effect it would have on her sucking.
"Yeah, hold on, baby, and shut up, or you'll be waking up all the fucking city," the stud said, holding his hard prick in place between her buttocks.
Sally dreaded what was to come, but she prepared herself for it as best she could. She tried to relax as much as possible, letting her ass take it, not trying to resist. And she would concentrate on the cock in her mouth, the wonderful long boy's cock that was just about ready to cum....
"Take it," Sonny murmured, in a deep masculine tone, "take this up your asshole." He shoved forward with his huge cock, pushing it through the blue water of the pool into her tight, clasping, raw, burning asshole. It went all the way up her in one fast move, impaling her.
Sally closed her eyes and almost fainted. She could have screamed in pain had the cock not been in her throat. Instead, her entire body froze and she just let the dizzying pain flush through her, accepting it. She wanted to die! It hurt more than anything she'd ever expected! Never had she felt such pain, even from Joe! Tears well up in her eyes and she chewed on the cock in her mouth, sobbing, sucking like crazy to get her mind off the pain emanating from her rear.
"Oh, Christ, Sonny, is your cock all the way in?"
"Yeah, man, I'm in up to her goddamn cheeks," Sonny said, holding his cock all the way inside Sally's beautiful hurting ass.
"Fuck her hard, Sonny, fuck her fast 'cause I can't hold off much longer...."
Sally knew what to do-if she made the kid cum, she would make Sonny cum fast too! They wanted to do it at the same time, that was their whole trip, and if the kid told Sonny he was gonna cream, then Sonny would have to cream also-the faster the better, because then the huge pole up her ass would get smaller and the pain would be gone.
Sally moved her head up and down, sucking as best she could, drawing the skin of his cock up with her hand and making the head swirl in her mouth. His balls were tightening and she knew he was very close to his orgasm. He sat there with his hands grinding into her shoulders, breating heavily as he watched his pal banging into her asshole in the water.
"Hold off, man, hold off till I cum," Sonny said, and then he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her asshole and shoved it in again.
Sally gasped in pain once more, but still grinding the other boy's cock in her mouth. Even with the pain, she felt a certain excitement, and she wanted what they wanted now-cum in both ends, especially her rear.
Now she was getting it up her ass, hard and heavy, and she couldn't wait for the young hard Texan's cum to fill her shithole.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum in your ass, I'm gonna fucking cum in your asshole...." Hie was sweating, his body causing waves in the water as he pounded her stretched and raw asshole with his tremendous horsecock.
Sally cried, tears mixing with the other boy's sweat in his crotch, as she felt the massive pounding in her ass and tasted the sweetness of the cock in her mouth. Little premature spurts of cum were seeping out of the tip of his dick when she pulled the foreskin up, and she knew he wouldn't last another entire minute.
"I'm gonna cum," Sonny whispered in passion, keeping his voice down, slamming his cock into her with all the force in his young body, pushing her against the side of the pool.
"Mmmmmm," Sally sobbed, sucking frantically on the hard cock in her mouth.
"OHHHHHH!" the younger boy said, his entire body frozen in shivers, spasms, "I'm cumming!"
Sally tasted it in her mouth, the creamy load, the fantastic load that filled her cheeks and made her choke as she tried to swallow it. The taste was sweet, young, but it was the biggest load she could remember, bigger even than Bobby's, thicker...."
"Jesus Fuck!" Sonny muttered, slamming into Sally's ass for the final time. He held her, breathing against her wet back in the pool as he pumped his cockjuice into her asshole. It shot from the head of his dick and ran around the length of his shaft, and then slipped out of her asshole, the sticky white cum spiraling in the bright blue water. Sally turned her head with the boy's cock in her mouth to see a rivulet of sperm floating through the lighted water.
She sucked the cock dry, pulling each and every drop of sperm into her throat, into her belly.
Jenny looked up from the book, her whole body trembling. She barely noticed that Harry's hand had crept around to nestle between her thighs, that he was finger-fucking her flowing well.
"I'm not like this," she said. "I'm not!"
"I believe you," Harry said.
It was then that Jenny noticed the probing of his finger in her fuckhole. It was demanding, insistent.
She didn't want to be turned on by Harry. Not now. She was in mourning for her lost love and now she was being turned on by nothing more than a finger and a suggestive passage in an adult book.
Nonetheless, she squirmed her ass on the bright couch with its yellow floral design and mewed. It felt so good, and yet it wasn't enough. Her cunt needed more than that. For years she had dreaded big pricks, even thinking about them. And yet she couldn't be satisfied by the other end of the spectrum either, a finger that barely satisfied her craving to be fucked.
"I want you to suck my cock," Harry said softly.
"No!"
"And I'll finger fuck you until you're turning inside out." Harry nudged the spread lips of her cunt and she knew he was preparing to drive another finger into her fleshy furnace.
"No." She said it as firmly as she could, but her voice was weaker.
"Why don't you make me leave?" Harry's hand was petting her whole pubic mound. Her clitoris felt like it was bursting.
"You wouldn't if I told you to."
"That's not true. That dog of yours is a killer. I went with Red to the training school when he had it trained for you. It would even have killed him if you told it to."
Jenny was silent, feeling the glow spread through her crotch, the promise of something bigger and better in her cunt, turning her on and off like a light bulb. All she had to do was tell him to leave....
Harry was sitting very close. His other hand cupped one of her tits and Jenny closed her eyes. She was being handled at both ends and she wanted to say she didn't like it, but Harry wasn't letting her. Because she did like it.
"God, Harry," she moaned finally, "do it to me."
She let him guide her head to his lap and watched through half-opened eyes as he unbuttoned his pants with one hand. The other hand continued to stir the mushy brew in her cunt.
His cock popped out, big like an oversized hot dog, not a salami. Jenny smelled the musky male odor and she was reminded of Red. But Harry's prick wasn't a threat to her. She stuck her tongue out and touched his dick and was rewarded by the sliding of a second finger into her gaping slit.
Gently she began licking his cock. Instinctively, Jenny knew that cock sucking was to start gentle and get rougher. A whole lot rougher. That was the way it was.
She kissed his balls and came back up his prick. She could see his face, screwed up and intense, and beyond that the creamy blue of her ceiling. Something was happening at her crotch. His fingers drew out and Jenny felt lost, vacant without them. Then they were replaced by something else. It was thicker and shorter and she guessed he had put his thumb into her cunthole.
"I saw what you were reading, Jenny," Harry said. His voice barely disguised his growing excitement. "I know what you want."
"Noooo...." Jenny struggled to tell him to stop, even though her mouth was full of his prick. But she was too late.
Harry's grip had been changed on purpose. His middle finger was pressing on the tight, rosy ring of Jenny's anus, and slowly it began to sink inside. Jenny bucked, trying to get away. She'd never had anything inside her asshole before. Nothing! And she knew it was going to hurt. It had to.
But Harry wouldn't stop. He wouldn't even slow down. Inexorably his finger pushed into Jenny's ass and she moaned and cried while he kept her head pinned in his lap, his cock poking into her still pursed and sucking lips.
"See, baby. There's a lot about finger-fucking you don't know!"
Jenny was willing to admit it. His finger in her rear was a match setting her on fire. It didn't hurt too much-now. But Jenny was sure it would if he shoved any harder.
Strangely the thumb working around in her soggy cunt was more than doing its business. It seemed that the closer it came to the finger in her asshole, the hotter her cunt became.
She sucked Harry's cock all the way into her mouth. It was just the right length. It tapped against the back of her throat and stopped without pressure. Her tongue and lips played with it, trying to make it spew up its load before Harry was ready.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"
Harry's fingers had burrowed into her a little more and suddenly Jenny knew he was putting a second finger in her back door. It hurt. Not real bad. In fact, a little good like the second time she had been fucked and was still sore.
Her fingers convulsively clutched Harry's prick. Jenny's world had constricted to the piece of meat in her mouth and hands and the incredible mixture of pain and pleasure she was getting from her crotch.
Her teeth were sharper as she nibbled on Harry's cock, thinking of the cum he would shoot into her mouth when he came, how it would taste. She spread her legs and then realized it was an invitation which Harry promptly accepted by wedging another of his thick fingers into her shithole. Only this one didn't hurt. It lighted her on fire. Her hips began a furious hula and Harry's bowling ball grip could barely hold her. Jenny clamped her lips over Harry's cock and refused to let go as she plunged her own willing cunt and asshole on and off of Harry's tenacious fingers.
Her hands had been working the foreskin up and down Harry's prick, and now they just squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed like the regular cycle of a constricting vagina orgasming around a hot cum-spurting penis.
And that's what Harry's penis was doing.
Jenny's mouth filled with the bland sticky outpouring from Harry's cock and she swallowed and swallowed again to keep from choking. But her mind wasn't on all that wonderful cock juice. Instead she was enthralled by the super feeling of contentment that radiated into her body from the relaxing muscles of her pussy and asshole.
Harry's fingers pulling out of her felt wonderful.
She rolled on her back, resting her head on his thigh. "You made me do it," she said accusingly.
"But you liked it...."
Jenny was silent as his hand drifted up her body from her cunt to her breasts. Gently Harry began to fondle her tits. "I liked it," she said.
"I won't tell."
"About this?" Jenny laughed. "Who would you tell? Your wife?"
"No. About the boys."
"It's nothing," Jenny said. "It's all over now."
"Maybe." Harry squeezed her nipple. "Still, I won't tell."
"Thanks!" Jenny slowly stood up. Watching Harry, she asked, "Do you like my body?"
"Of course." Harry leaned forward and kissed her soggy twat and Jenny felt a sharp flare of sexual excitement. It astounded her, but it was only the latest in too many revelations about herself.
"When will you ... come over again?" Harry smiled. "Soon. And I'll have a surprise for you."
For a long time after Harry left, Jenny sat around the house talking to Sarge. The dog pretended what she was saying was important. He perked his ears in her direction, but Jenny knew that the dog thought it was all silly talk. Eat and fuck and sleep were his favorite words. Guard and attack he knew, but he seldom heard them, and he kept them bottled up in a dark corner of his brain.
She wondered at herself. She felt like she was beginning to like Harry Weemens. And all he had done was force himself on her. It was practically rape....
But then, as Harry had said, she hadn't resisted too hard. She had a choice, and she had made it. Thinking about Johnny, she almost started bawling. He was so sweet and darling....
But Jenny realized she was too weak. It would be better if she didn't see him again. And then she started crying as if her heart was broken.
CHAPTER TEN
That night Jenny faced herself for the first time, attempting to discover what she was.
After she stopped crying she stood naked in her bedroom, staring at herself in her vanity mirror. What she saw was a pretty, sexy woman. An unfulfilled one. And that had been her own fault, not Red's or anyone else's.
Over the years she had fielded so man, passes, turned down an endless line of ardent young men who wanted to put their hard-ons in her pussy and stir her to a froth, and felt so sorry and lonely for herself that she should have died.
And now, when she was making an intelligent decision, she was coming apart over it. THERE WAS NO FUTURE WITH JOHNNY.
It was that simple.
She put her finger at the hair-fringed lip of her cunt and stirred it up and down, enjoying the electric sensation that possessed her crotch.
Then she imagined it was Johnny's little hand touching her. He was caressing her cunt and in a moment would put his small, immature sex organ into the hairy mouth of her pussy and fuck her to ecstasy.
Sarge came up and licked her cunt, his broad black nose rubbing pleasantly against her clitoris, his thick tongue rasping deep into her sex hole. Even that turned her on. Jenny didn't try to hide it any more. The dog's tongue in her twat made her eyes bright, her body ready.
"That's it, Sarge," she said, encouraging him. "Keep it up."
She opened her legs and the dog became more aggressive, butting Jenny until she was teetering, and he made her cunt more and more tender with his non-stop lapping.
"You want to fuck me, don't you, Sarge?"
The dog perked his clipped ears up at her.
"All right," Jenny said, sobbing. "I'm nothing but a bitch anyway!" She slumped to her knees and then leaned forward on her elbows. "Go on-fuck me, you black bastard."
Her butt was high in the air and Jenny's tits dropped to the safety between her arms. She felt so vulnerable like that, her rear rising to be the target of Sarge's huge prick.
Jenny shuddered, remembering the times she had seen it. It was so long and thick and red. If he did it, he'd kill her. But she told herself that would be fitting. It was her obsession with cocks that was doing this to her....
Sarge's cold nose nuzzled her slot and an electric buzz shot through her body. She still had time....
His tongue split the drooping lips of her weary cunt and immediately they tightened, growing sleek and puffy.
Sarge liked the taste. The big, black dog did it again, his tongue boring into her cunt first, then riding up over her asshole. It was so nice and warm there that Jenny involuntarily encouraged the dog to continue.
But Sarge had his own ideas. His hairy chest brushed against Jenny's buttocks and she braced herself. In a moment she felt the weight of his body on her back and rear. The short hairs on his belly scratched excitingly and Jenny, looking down at her tits, watched her nipples change from a pink to a deep, excited red.
Something pried at her cunthole. She wiggled and it was in, just a little.
Jenny knew what it was. Often enough she'd seen the tapered point on the end of Sarge's huge cock. She didn't have to see what was happening to know.
Sarge's hot flanks were close behind her thighs. His huge, slimy red prick was distended out of his sheath and just the tip was poking at the entrance for Jenny's warm hole. The dog was excited. He was panting and he dripped saliva on Jenny's back.
She anchored herself. She knew it was coming. She knew. And she wanted it....
Sarge growled and lurched forward, his cock right on target. The pointy end pierced the center of Jenny's twat like an arrow and, at the same time with a loud cry, she thrust her ass back to meet it.
It was so big and she was so full of dog prick that she couldn't move, and Sarge was too surprised to move.
For a long moment, Jenny savored the fullness in her coupling with her dog. His penis spread her so delightfully that she whimpered with pleasure. And then Sarge started to move.
With his front legs he held Jenny pinned in place while he humped his rear. His blood-flushed prick slipped in and out of her gaping hole like it was greased.
Each lunge by Sarge seemed to fill Jenny to bursting. Her tunnel was vibrant with the pressure of his cock sliding up and down it. Once he was inside of her, he seemed to get bigger. His prick was swollen so big that Jenny felt stuffed to fullness without being hurt by it.
Sarge was growling and crying in her ear while Jenny filled herself with pleasure.
And then she was crying, "FUCK ME YOU BIG, BLACK MOTHER-FUCKING DOG. FILL MY CUNT. BURN ME UP ...!"
Sarge howled and drove his flanks against her. Jenny felt his hairy sheath scratching the lips of her cunt he was so deep-and then even that didn't matter as Sarge poured her pussy full of his steaming hot dog cum....
For a long time after Sarge pulled out and sat down and licked his prick clean, Jenny balanced on her hands and knees, trying to put herself back together.
Johnny, have I rid myself of you yet? Finally she got to her feet, showered and went to bed, knowing that the answer was no!
The ringing of the doorbell filled the vestibule of Jenny's consciousness and she realized morning had crept up on her.
Putting on a robe, she went to the front door and opened it. "Harry!" she exclaimed.
"Surprise," he said. Then he moved aside. "I want you to meet my nephews, Bobby and Johnny Weemens."
Jenny thought her heart would stop. Johnny, beautiful little Johnny, stood on her porch pretending he had never seen her before and his cock was practically busting out of his pants. "How ... how do you do?" she said.
"Fine, ma'am." Bobby gave her his hand to shake. And then Johnny, only more timidly. There was a flash of a smile in his eye.
"I thought you might like to take care of the kids for a few days. They' like tennis...." Harry Weemens winked very casually. "Their folks, my brother and his wife, asked me to keep an eye on them while they're on vacation, but I figured you might do a better job of it."
"How, Harry?" Jenny demanded.
Harry smiled and patted the two kids on the head. "Why don't you two look around inside?" he said. "The dog's name is Sarge."
When they were in the house, he said, "I saw my nephew sneaking back to the school yard from your house. So I caught him later and we talked.
He can't keep a secret from his old uncle." Harry smiled. "Grace hates kids. You wouldn't think it, she looks like such a stick in the mud homebody. So when I told her you would keep the kids where we could watch them, but they'd be out of the way, she went for it."
Suddenly Jenny was apprehensive. Being practically alone with Johnny and his darling brother. With their two, beautiful childish cocks, Jenny could see how it would go already.
"Is it the right thing to do?" She hoped he would make the right answer and Harry didn't disappoint her.
"Kids always fall in love with their prettiest teachers," Harry said, smiling. "And then they grow up a little and know a little more and they meet a new teacher and they fall in love again.
"You've got two weeks for them to grow up, Jenny. And for you to grow up." Harry smiled and patted her cheek.
"I know the younger generation has it all over us old men, but try to save a little education for Uncle Harry!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jenny was practically dizzy with anticipation when she went into the house. After she'd sworn to herself that she wouldn't have any more to do with Johnny, Harry left her with Johnny AND his older brother. Jenny shivered. She couldn't help wondering if big brother had as wonderful a cock and set of balls as did Johnny. There was one way to find out!
Jenny shut the door from the inside and leaned against it.
"Hi, Sarge." Johnny was stroking the big dog's furry head while Tommy still stood back with some reluctance.
"Hello, Johnny. Tommy."
Tommy's answer was shy. Jenny liked the way he tried not to stare at her generous tits. Just as she enjoyed Johnny's hungry eyes on her tingling crotch. "Do you boys want to spend the day at the playground? We could play some tennis...."
"I was sort of hoping we could stay around here today ... and get acquainted." Johnny blurted it out like a line he'd been saving for an hour.
His brother looked at him strangely.
"That's nice," Jenny said. "How about you, Tommy?"
"Whatever Johnny wants," he mumbled.
"Well, let me show you the house, then." Jenny talked gaily, with animation as she took Tommy's hand in hers. "There's the kitchen," she nodded to the obvious kitchen separated from the rest of the house by the breakfast bar. In the little hallway she opened the bathroom door. And then in the bedroom, she said brightly, "Well, that's the end of our tour!"
"It's ... very nice," Tommy said as he stared around, obviously wondering what kind of kooky broad she was.
But from the minute they had stepped into the house, and Harry had made so very clear what he expected, Jenny knew she wanted both boys in the bedroom. And she had them there.
"Johnny," she asked softly, "do you share everything with your brother?"
The younger boy stared at her, and then grinned, nodding his head vigorously.
Jenny smiled back. And then very deliberately she began undressing.
By the time she unbuttoned .the second button on her blouse, Tommy's full attention was focused on her. His clean, practically new blue jeans bulged out hard in the front and Jenny was impressed. For a boy his age his prick had to be a lot better developed than Johnny's. She could hardly wait to find out how much more developed.
She had her shirt all the way unbuttoned and she left it open. The smooth, warm curves of both breasts showed almost to the nipples. Both boys were staring ardently and Jenny shrugged her shoulders a trifle. Her blouse opened more and the sharp point of one firm tit popped out.
Casually Jenny went on, unbuttoning her pants in front.
She was so aroused by the presence of the two boys in her bedroom that the touch of her own fingers at the top of her cunt started her juices flowing. She was suddenly bathed in the heavy, demanding musk of her own sexuality.
Slowly she stepped out of her pants. All she was wearing were her transparent panties and open shirt. Even that was too much. Her panties gripped her cunt like a hand, the material pulled tight across her sensitive lips making them feel swollen and huge because of the way they fought the material.
As if the boys weren't even in the room, she slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties and casually began to masturbate.
There was a sudden wet spot around the bulge in Tommy's pants. His darling little cock was leaking pre-semenal fluid at a furious rate. It was enough to make Jenny's twat even more demanding of her. Her finger slid in and out of her cunt even faster.
Johnny acted as if nothing unusual were happening. His face was a study in innocence as he opened the front of his blue jeans and took his hard little pecker out and began to stroke it. In fact, the sight of his wonderful little tool almost made Jenny forget what she was doing.
It was so small and perfect and ... fuckable! That was the only way she could think of it. Johnny's small hand on it was perfect. In comparison, it looked big. Big enough to stretch her cunt until she was creaming with pleasure.
Jenny was so hot just looking at it....!
And Johnny's brother must have thought he was going out of his mind. He glanced at Johnny masturbating in front of their beautiful baby-sitter as if to say, you're crazy! His face was all sweaty. The way his prick ached he wanted to take it out and play with it, too. What he really wanted, of course, was to cram it into the lady's-Jenny's-cunt.
When Jenny said, "Would you like to put it in my pussy?" Tommy almost swooned. "Well, would you?"
Desperately Tommy looked from his younger brother, who was grinning lewdly as he pumped his hand up and down his twelve-year-old penis, to the lady who was still playing with herself underneath her transparent panties.
He would have looked like a sissy if he said no. Besides, he didn't want to. "Hell, yes!" he said.
In a moment Jenny was in front of him, kneeling on the floor while she unbuttoned his pants and jerked them down, exposing his naked balls and cock. It was already hard and sticky and the boy thought he was going to cum when Jenny put her juicy red lips over it and sucked real hard and real hotly.
Jenny was practically overcome when she pulled Tommy's pants down. Besides his usual little boy's musky odor, he reeked of semen. His cock was all slimy with his pre-semenal fluid and the minute she had it in her mouth she was delirious with the fantastic taste of his cum.
Her hands cupped his buttocks and pulled his hips toward her as she swirled his cock around in her mouth. He kept leaking semen and it seemed Jenny couldn't get enough. She hardly noticed when Johnny came up behind her and pulled down her panties.
Johnny didn't pull them down far enough and her legs were trapped together as he knelt behind her. It was cute the way he snuggled up close behind her, she thought, and with his inexperienced hands tried to line his too-short cock up with her too-well-protected pussy.
He was leaning against her and Jenny felt his cock stabbing blindly against her crotch and asscheeks, and then suddenly find an opening it could get into.
She was about to object that it was her asshole. But her mouth was full of little Tommy's wonderful cock and, besides, it was something she wanted Johnny to have from her. She wanted him to fuck her every way imaginable. She wanted her young lover to experience everything there was to experience about sex. She could not refuse him that if she loved him. Even if it hurt.
Tightening her lips around Tommy's sweet little prick, Jenny tried to think of the girl in the book-how she had taken that boy's huge prick in her asshole and how wonderful it had been for her.
At that moment, Johnny pressed tight against Jenny's rear and his small, slippery cock jabbed into her to the balls. It hardly hurt at all. At first there was just a dull burning sensation that became a slow heat.
Johnny began to slide back and forth, apparently savoring the super-tight grip her asshole had on his cock. Every distant movement of Johnny's cock inside her asshole caused Jenny to shiver first with the strangeness, then with a kind of perverted pleasure. The feeling of his just-right prick fucking her asshole began to build in Jenny. She closed her eyes and swallowed Tommy's prick to the balls as she savored the sensation. It was hot and beautiful. She was stuffed full. Her asslips seemed to pull, to suck Johnny's cock into her rear, and it was like he was stroking the inside of her cunt from the outside. She was all mixed up between her legs. She didn't know for sure where he was screwing her except it was hotter than normal. Much hotter.
Her body had taken over thinking for her and Jenny was pushing back as he thrust into her. His flat, little boy's belly slapped loudly against her asscheeks and Tommy seemed to respond to that, too. He rammed his cock hard into her mouth at each retort and Jenny loved it. She was being fucked at both ends and she wanted it to go on and on forever. Or at least until they both poured their youthful semen into her greedy holes.
"I'm going to cum," Johnny said. His hips were reverberating like a jackhammer and Jenny would feel his hot little prick pistoning in and out of her with delightful speed and heat. She was burning up between her thighs and she only wished she had something rammed full into her gaping slot.
"Oh, God, I can't hold it," Tommy cried. He tried to pull away but Jenny clenched her fingers around his buttocks and held him while his swollen penis filled her mouth with his beautiful bitter-sweet sperm.
At the same time, Johnny slammed against her butt so hard she felt his velvety balls pushed between her thighs to tickle her aching cunt. His cock in her asshole was a spear of flaming joy.
She went beserk with pleasure as she felt his hot cum spraying against her insides. It was a deep, filling heat and she moaned around Tommy's little cock, softening to its innocent little boy's proportions. Expertly, Jenny stripped it of even the slightest hint of his semen before letting it go.
At the same time, Johnny pulled his prick out of her rear and she tingled with enjoyment.
"Oh!" she said as she got to her feet. Her asshole was so sore, despite how good it had felt only moments earlier, that she wasn't sure she could walk.
Carefully she sat on the edge of the bed and then swung her legs up and laid down.
Johnny was so solicitous that Jenny almost smiled. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to." His expression was so contrite that Jenny knew he meant it, really!
They both stood around, staring down at her so mournfully that Jenny had to do something. "Do you boys like Pepsi-Colas?" she asked.
They both nodded and Jenny told them to go get a couple out of the refrigerator. In a few moments they were back and Jenny still didn't feel much like moving.
Tommy shook his up, holding his thumb over the lip of the bottle, and then sprayed the brownish white froth into his mouth. It gave Jenny an idea.
"Johnny," she said, "shake your bottle up the way your brother did."
He stared at her, uncomprehending, but did as she asked.
When his thumb was corked over the end and the gas was whistling to get out, Jenny smiled reassuringly at him and said, "Now, stick it in my pussy!"
He seemed reluctant. But his naked cock was as hard as a stick.
"Put it in," Jenny urged.
Quickly he did as he was told, sliding his thumb halfway into her cunt and then jamming the bottle up her twat when he took it off the mouth of the bottle.
In that moment, Jenny went into orbit. The icy cold liquid sprayed the insides of her cunt like water from a firehose. It was like she was exploding from the inside out. The smooth, slick bottle neck jammed up her hole had her spread beautifully open. Her desire to be crammed full to overflowing was gratified and Jenny opened her mouth and screamed with pleasure.
Both the boys looked scared.
"Johnny," she asked reassuringly when she caught her breath, "do you really like Pepsi-Cola?"
He nodded his head. His brother watched him with bright eyes.
Carefully Jenny plucked the bottle from her cunt. It slid out so neatly and sweetly and it felt so good, Jenny was tempted to do it again. But she had something else in mind.
"I'm full of Pepsi-Cola," she said. "Do you want to lick it out?"
A grin spread across Johnny's face. "Do I?" he asked in an excited voice. Quickly he got between her knees and the next thing Jenny knew was the soft, hard hot feel of his tongue poking into her girlish slit.
"Mmmmmmm," Johnny said, apparently pleased by the taste of her Pepsi-washed cunt.
Tommy seemed so left out, standing watching, although his prick was nice and hard again, that Jenny called him closer. Gently she cupped her tit in both hands and offered it to him.
The boy didn't have to be told twice. He started sucking right away. First one tit, then the other.
Jenny felt so wonderful she lay back and closed her eyes, filled with the tremendous sensations of the boys' small hands touching and manipulating her body, their mouths sucking her off, their tongues, tongue fucking her.
It felt so good, that later, when he shook the bottle up again and refilled her cunt with pop, she didn't even object. Boys will be boys, she thought.
Besides, it felt so good. The warmer soda didn't blast her mind apart like the first bottle and she drifted asleep on a continuous wave of orgasms.
Jenny woke with one of the boys sucking lustily on her clitoris while he used the bottle as a dildo in her avid cunt. The other one was feeding his prick into her relaxed mouth. She was confused and in that moment it seemed to Jenny that both boys were just balls and cocks and she couldn't tell them apart.
Gently Jenny discouraged them, though her cunt was electric with excitement from the bottle. There was still something she wanted to do with the two boys and it was nice that they had excited her so much, preparing her by making her cunt so nice and wet and slippery.
"Do you think you can fuck standing up?" she asked them.
"I don't know," Tommy said. He thought about it and finally said, "we can try."
Jenny noted that the older boy was finally asserting himself, as was probably normal at home. She got off the bed and finally stripped her shirt off, throwing it in the dirty clothes basket in the closet.
Both the boys were shorter than her, not much, and after a little thought she put them on small piles of books about a foot apart facing each other. "What do you think we're going to do now?" she asked.
Johnny looked at his naked brother facing him. "We could jack off and have a shooting match."
Jenny hadn't thought of that and it started her mind working again. But she shook her head. "I'm going to get between you and one of you can fuck me in the back and the other in the front, okay?"
"Sure!" they said in unison.
Jenny slid between the two boys, delighted by the feel of their young skin on hers, the flick of their cocks against her thighs. She faced Johnny because she wanted to love him this time, not just be fucked by him.
She felt like a warm piece of meat in a two-boy sandwich. Johnny put his arms around her and then so did his brother and Jenny felt very secure. Tommy's cock, bigger than Johnny's, was nestled between her buttocks cheeks. He was pressing against her, the end thrusting at her little asshole and momentarily Jenny was unsure. It could hurt. His cock was a lot larger than Johnny's.
And then Johnny's prick had pushed her cuntlips apart, spread them in a smooth bulge of flesh. The pointed tip of his penis was working eagerly at her hole. She was so slippery that it just slipped all the way in and Jenny spread her legs a little to accommodate it.
Johnny was eager, his hips started to pound. Jenny clutched him by the asscheeks, though, and held him tight against her, reveling in the feel of fullness that pervaded every inch of her body but centered on her throbbing cunt.
"Wait," she said huskily. "Wait for your brother to get in!"
Johnny was a good boy. He waited.
At Jenny's rear, Tommy was working as hard as possible to get into her behind. But his cock and her asshole were both dry.
The sensation of being fucked, of her body responding to Johnny's probing young prick, was overpowering. Jenny wanted to let herself go, to thrust herself at the boy. "Spit on it," she whispered desperately to the young boy behind her.
Tommy was suffering as desperately as Jenny. The boy hawked up a gob of spit and smeared it on his cockhead. Then he guided his penis to contact with her anus and deliberately shoved.
"AAAaaaaagggghhhh!" The cry was wrung out of Jenny as the boy's penis was driven full strength up her asshole. She couldn't move away. Johnny was bracing her from the front with his hard little prick in her hairy cunt.
"FUCK ME, YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" she screamed.
That was what the boys had been waiting to hear. Eagerly they began to simultaneously frig Jenny between them.
When Johnny zipped his cock into her slimy cunt, the force of his thrust pushed her hips back and opened her rear for a counter-thrust into her asshole. It was just a matter of the boys working together.
Jenny could hardly stand it, the pleasure was so unbearable. She tried to open herself up front and back each time a prick pulled most of the way out. She wanted it back, battering into her tender cunt or asshole, it didn't matter.
Within moments, Jenny had discovered that the two pricks working together were like one huge, orgasmic happening in her soppy cunt. They created fires between them. Jenny's crotch was an inferno of flame.
Johnny bent his head and chewed on one of her nipples until it hurt deliriously. One of Tommy's hands was at her belly, absorbing some of the thrust of his brother's hips against her while his fingers played with her clitoris.
It was excruciating. All Jenny could think of was impaling herself on one or the other of the two beautiful cocks jabbing into her.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" She screamed the same litany over and over. Her whole body had become a sexual machine with only one purpose. Wave after wave of sexual orgasm washed over her, each new one starting from where the last one ended.
If she hadn't been supported between the two boys, Jenny would have fallen. Her knees felt filled with water, her body was balanced on the sewing machine needles of the boys' twin cocks.
"I'm going to cum," Johnny sobbed. He bit into her tit and it was like heaven had opened for Jenny.
"BITE IT OFF! SUCK ME! FUCK ME! RAM IT ALL THE WAY INTO ME, YOU DARLING LITTLE COCKSUCKERS! NOW!"
Johnny said "mama" and then Jenny felt his cum flooding up through her sensitive cuntal tubes.
At the same moment, Tommy let go behind her and his hot boyish semen washed through her rear like scalding steam....
For a long moment, Jenny was a rocket poised to blast off on a flood of hydraulic pressure. And then the boys took their firing pins out of her holes....
Jenny was just capable of staggering to the bed. The boys clustered around her. "Are you all right?" they asked anxiously.
"Fine," Jenny moaned. If I don't mind being a washed-up old cunthole, Jenny added to herself.
The boys were still eager to do something else. But Jenny knew she absolutely couldn't. Her cunt was hot and fiery and good feeling, but it twinged when she moved. Her asshole was still filled with a pillar of flame and she didn't even want to sit on it. Tommy had used her pooper up for a while.
"Why don't you boys go out and play? I'll see you later, at dinner time."
Satisfied that Jenny was all right, they left the bedroom planning to get their tennis racquets and go to the school to bat the ball around. The door slammed behind them as they left and Jenny smiled to herself. She was teaching them about life and they were teaching her she couldn't stay young forever.
She put her finger in her cunt to remind herself what a wonderful day it had been, and slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The two weeks that Johnny and Tommy lived at the Weemens' house but stayed with Jenny seemed to go by in a rocket-propelled fashion. When she was in the bathroom in the mornings, one of the boys would slip in and slide his rod in her vagina or asshole. It didn't matter which, Jenny was enjoying them both equally as much and when one became too sore, rested it by using the other.
On the last day, everything was normal. Jenny was naked in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, and Johnny slipped up behind her and stuck his cock into her asshole. It went in so easy and felt so good that Jenny rested her arms on the sink and spread her legs and took the position that opened her wide up to his tantalizing penis.
She didn't even notice Tommy and it wasn't until she felt his tongue slip up her vagina that she realized that somehow he had snuck in and sat between her feet on the floor.
Johnny's cock stroked into her asshole and she almost howled with pleasure. He was just the right size. Tommy's was bigger and it wasn't as good as when Johnny put it in her shitter.
But Tommy's tongue was perfect. It drilled into her hole like a buzz saw. He kissed and nipped her swollen pubes and her cunt by pumping water like a well.
The boy was masturbating as he tongued Jenny. She felt the frenzy of her orgasm building up in her, quicker and bigger than normal.
"Oh, God! Oh, God, I love you," she moaned, moving her body to respond to what the boys were doing to her.
Johnny whispered, "I'm cumming...."
Tommy's hand flashed up and down faster and harder on his rigid penis. His penis head was swelling. Jenny stared down at it as he licked her cunt. She was going to explode.
And then Tommy's prick exploded, shooting streamers of cum that splashed against Jenny's breasts and face.
She loved it. Even at the heights of her passion, Jenny savored the blast of his cum on her skin.
At her rear, Johnny pressed hard against her, grinding his cock into her up-thrust ass, filling her with his cum.
It was wonderful, and yet when it was over it hadn't been enough. Jenny wanted to go on forever this way. Even though she knew she wasn't facing reality.
Later, when she had the boys dressed again and ready to be picked up by their mother and dad, Jenny cried.
"Don't cry," Johnny begged. "It was beautiful and Tommy and I love you, Aunt Jenny."
That made Jenny cry more than ever. She knew that it was coming to an end for her and Johnny. There may have been a few more years of clandestine visits left, but Jenny knew now that she could never go forward into life with Johnny the way she had planned.
Later that day, after he'd been to see his brother and sister-in-law, Harry Weemens dropped in at Jenny's house.
She felt really blue and didn't really want to talk, but Harry insisted. And he was the one who had made it possible for Johnny and her to be together for those wonderful two weeks.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked.
Jenny shrugged.
"You can't go back, you know."
"I know."
"The boys'll go back to school with what you taught them and be the terrors of every menopausal girl there. They'll ... leave you."
"I know," Jenny said with a sob.
"There are always more young boys." Harry smiled. "And me!"
"There aren't any other boys like Johnny,"
Jenny said. And she looked at Harry again. "Tell me, Harry," she said earnestly, "have you screwed a girl in the ass, yet?"
