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CHAPTER ONE
Time is catching up with me, Sue Berne thought, tossing in the huge double bed she shared with Sidney, her husband for the past fourteen years. Sid, as usual, was fast asleep, cutting wood at the rate of a treetrunk every ten seconds. He worked hard, an industrious man whose hours were taken up almost exclusively by his job. Sid was the assistant manager, soon-to-be-manager, of the local office of the Pruriential Insurance Company, whose symbol of stolidity was Mount Rushmore. Their motto was OWN A PIECE OF THE PRESIDENTS. Their symbol was the stone heads of Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and Theodore Roosevelt with the slogan, AS FIRM AS RUSHMORE.
Sid Berne lived and breathed insurance. He ate and drank it, quoting insurance statistics all the time. And he was an honest man, which, in the insurance business, like so many others, might have been a drawback had Sid not been so conscientious. He was so busy making certain his clientele was never screwed, he never took the time to realize his wife, Sue, was also not being properly screwed. In fact, she was hardly being screwed at all. In the past year, Sid Berne had coupled with his wife less than a dozen times.
For a woman with normal glands this would have been both, trying and frustrating. For Sue, whose hormone count was far above normal, it was agonizing. Sid hadn't properly fucked her for more than three years, and each passing day was torment.
Any man looking at Sue Berne would have thought her husband the ultimate shmuck. Sue would shortly be thirty-five, with short brown hair neatly styled, vivacious brown eyes, a short, cute nose, and a sensuous pair of lips always moist and hungering to be kissed. She had a slender, lissome body with a set of jugs that could only be described as stupendous. They were full, needing a thirty-six bra with C cups to contain them, although her pectoral muscles were still strong enough to support both tits equally so their soft brown aureolae and nickel-sized brown nipples pointed slightly upward even when she wasn't wearing any support.
Her waist was thin enough, basically because her metabolism burned food at an astonishing rate, and she had wide, wide hips. Oddly, her ass was round and firm, but not overblown despite the size of her hips. Her thighs were two tan pillars of rippling muscle and her calves were full and strong because of the ballet lessons she'd been forced to take when she'd been a young girl. And her ankles were slender without appearing fragile. All in all, Sue, taken piece by piece was superb. All put together she was more than an astonishing eyeful.
True, she needed reading glasses, but the lenses merely added another element of mystique to her character. And she had a fascinating character. She was always well-read, clever, an excellent conversationalist and far-thinking. ' It was this far-thinking that caused her to select Sid Berne for a husband. It was her bedroom eyes that eventually made him propose.
Alas, that was fourteen years earlier. Sid had become used to her fascinating body and had come to take it for granted.
Sue had turned to smoking as an outlet, and though cigarettes were hardly a good enough substitute for a good, stiff masculine cigar of flesh, they kept her from going completely crazy. She smoked like the proverbial chimney.
But at that moment, rolling around in bed, smoking was the farthest thing from her mind. Goddamn it all to hell, she needed to get laid.
Reaching under the covers, her hand found the limp cock of her sleeping husband. Her nimble fingers quickly began massaging it, wanting to feel it enlarge and become the mighty knockwurst she loved and adored.
Sid merely squirmed in bed, changed the rhythm of his snoring, and slept on. He seemed too tired to be feeling anything.
Sue pulled back the covers and rose to her knees, bending over the phallic worm still softly resting outside the hole in his pajamas. She reached out and gripped the shriveled thorn in her hand, letting her hot breath fall on the quiescent pink head. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue slithered out like that of an anxious anteater, lightly licking the glittering point. Her tongue on the bubble-shaped crimson tip began to have its effect, and shortly thereafter the head began enlarging and growing as the cock began to take on a more solid appearance. It continued swelling, enlarging, growing stiffer until it reached its glorious seven and a quarter inches, now shining with saliva. She tongued the base and licked his balls, and still he slept, though his body was responding as she'd hoped. It was a thick root, and she had to hold it steady with both hands as her lips opened in a circle and slowly took the knobby head inside. She pressed the underside of his weighty shaft with the flat of her tongue as more than a quarter of the full length of his steaming cock slid past the ribboned of her lips.
How could the man go on sleeping while she was doing this? she wondered. Any other man would be side awake and shouting for her to gobble the whole thing. She swallowed a bit more of him, blinking with wonderment at how his mind refused to respond to her oral caresses. Her love-starved lips continued their strong swallowing as her tongue tasted more and more of the sliding dingus. More than half the entire length was locked between her lips, and as she stared down at his pelvis in the darkness she could see the shininess of her own saliva dribbling to the hairy base as it glittered in reflecting the light of a streetlamp coming through the window. Pools of it were forming on her husband's pelvis as more and more of the sputum-mixed-with-lubricant eased from her mouth to make room for the quantities still forming at the back of her throat. Her head sank a bit lower, and she could feel the bulb-like cap of his throbbing cock slide along her palate as the weight of the heavy cylinder all but crushed her tongue to the floor of her mouth like some monstrous, tubular tongue-depressor.
She strained lower, pushing Sid's stimulated phallus farther and farther in until her mouth contained its full length. She could feel the fleshy sponge of glans pressing against the ring of her gullet as it always did, almost, but not quite, gagging her. Anguished, as if more air were needed to enhance the blazing furnace of her rapture, her nose twitched, inhaling, actually snorting like a bull in heat.
One of her hands was now between her thighs, running two fingers between her slickly-coated labia and rubbing. The other hand alternated between squeezing his balls and crushing the last little bit of phallic probe not in her mouth as she wrapped long fingers around the tree-like base. Her fingers began jerking madly, swiftly tugging the flesh up and down, actually ramming her fist against her sucking lips until her saliva was mixing with the dribbles of blood coming from the cuts her teeth made against the inner part of her lips.
COME ON, SID, Sue was saying to herself. COME ON, WAKE UP, OPEN YOUR EYES AND KEEP YOUR HARD-ON LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO JUMP ON IT AND MAKE MYSELF COME!
She knew her mouth could continue to stimulate it, but should she attempt to stuff it in her slavering pussy while he was still asleep it would shrivel to its former worminess in a matter of seconds and she would lose everything. He had to wake up and know what was happening to maintain that wonderful, solid erection.
She felt his hands move and come to rest on her head, but he wasn't awake. The move was something purely reflexive on his part. His body was enjoying everything immensely even if his conscious mind was totally unaware of anything.
Like hell! She thought, and reaching up, pulling his hands from her head.
She sucked strongly, actually chewing on her husband's cock now, hoping a little pain would waken him. It didn't. His body continued to react, writhing a little under her sensuous sucking, but that was all. She lapped at the cock, even released it and brought her head to the top where her tongue could titillate the sensitive head. True, the longer she worked on his solid dork, the deeper she could swallow it until there was no room for her fingers and she had to be content with squeezing his balls, though she loved the feel of the scrotum's softness against her chin each time her bobbing head came down to engulf the fleshy pike. Her fingernails moved around and dug into the cheeks of his ass now as her chin rubbed his balls with a certain amount of pressure while her mouth sucked his throbbing cock even deeper into her clinging throat. Her teeth all but cut into the solid stem, making deep indentations as she chewed.
Her mind was aflame with burning passion and her nostrils flared as she tried breathing in more cool air to mix with the heat in her lungs.
Damn, she thought, feeling a familiar throb in his cock. He was going to come. The sonofabitch was going to come, and then his body would join his mind in leep and she would be nowhere. Yet, knowing he was about to come, her mouth, from force of habit, merely moved over the solid pike all the more swiftly. The taste and pressure of his cock were so ingrained in her, along with the movement of her head on his cock, that she was unable to withdraw. Her fingers were actually knifing into the cleft between his asscheeks. Had he been awake he would have been churning with a mixture of passion and pain. She clamped her own thighs together around the one hand still rubbing her pussylips, but found she was unable to concentrate on herself with that mighty manpole locked in her throat. She ate, chewing and slobbering all over the phallic wand as her lips pulled with voracious hunger. She felt his cock becoming even stiffer, and then his sleeping body tightened a bit. Had he been awake he would have stiffened considerably more. Even so, her siphoning mouth pulled harder, and she could feel the tube in the underside of his penis beginning to throb with sperm as it filled with the fluid. The heavy, creamy come rose higher and higher, and she felt the solid knob of glans suddenly swell to alarming proportions and thrilled to the wonderful delectation of burning, gooey ropes of sperm drenching her mouth and clogging her throat. It coated her inner cheeks and covered her tongue, and still she sucked, drinking her husband's heavy unleashing of come. Her throat automatically swallowed the tasty fluid, gobbling down the thrilling, sudsy richness coming from the twitching balls bouncing against her face. She kept on sucking the full length of his pike, feeling it already beginning to wilt.
And then it was shrunken to almost nothing as she finished taking the last few drops of his rich jizzy liquor. Even as her mouth released his cock, she knew his body was sinking into the same deep slumber enjoyed by his mind. And there she was with a hot, unfulfilled pussy.
Damn him! Damn him! She would have to masturbate.
Getting out of bed, she hurried to the bathroom and shut the door. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door, and as soon as she had removed her nightgown, she turned and began examining herself in the mirror. Through impassioned eyes she stared at her body, noting how her heavy breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily.
Staring at herself excited her. She wished she and Sid could fuck in front of a mirror and enjoy looking at what they were doing. Oh hell! She wished she and Sid could fuck any which way possible. Now she was staring at her form in the mirror, studying every last bit of herself. She had a nice body, and she knew it. Hell! There were girls fifteen years younger than she who didn't have bodies nearly as nice.
Her limpid brown eyes burned with heavy passion as she stared into them. Although she had no true lesbianic tendencies, nor did she think of herself as bi-sexual, yet Sue enjoyed making love to herself. She would have enjoyed it even more with a man watching, since the fitting climax to it all would have been to have a cock fitted into her sopping groove. Even so, without a man she could still adore herself.
Her face was nice, but her body was even nicer. Her eyes gazed at her reflection slowly moving downward, tracing the perfect curves of her shoulders neither too heavy nor too thin. All of her body was perfectly in proportion, fleshed out neatly, in shimmering, vivacious pink softness. Her arms and legs were perfectly shaped, neither too long nor too short for her torso.
And she had one helluva nice torso. Her tongue came out and flicked across her lips as she stared at the perfect spheres of her breasts. Tipped with soft chocolate nipples, the solid, vibrant boobs were still rising and falling with her heavy breathing in an arousing way. Perspiration coated her flesh in shiny transparent covering making her flesh shimmer in the indirect fluorescence of her bathroom lights. Any other woman's breasts would have disturbed her, turned her off, but the sight of her own hobbling tits made Sue Berne feel hotter than ever. A strong, overpowering urge to feel them, fondle them, weigh them in her hands washed over her, and her eyes stared at the reflection, her mind almost completely detached from the scene as her arms moved up until her palms were pressing against the fullness of her breasts. Her palms felt her nipples begin to enlarge and press, and then her fingers parted a bit, allowing the extended nipples to peek through them as her other fingers squeezed the fullness of her breasts all the more solidly.
The Sue in the mirror trembled as her fingers pressed together squeezing her solid nipples with such pressure, faint indentations shimmered out from under her fingertips.
"Oh God!" she breathed softly. "If only I could feel a man's hands doing this. Oh God!"
She moved her palms in deliberate, sensuous, crushing spirals, now pressing her knobs flat against her. Her nipples were once again in the middle of her palms, hardening and becoming more rigid by the second until they were scraping the centers of her palms arousingly, sending stalactite thrills into her. She pushed her torso hard against her flattening hands actually leaning forward toward the mirror, pressing her fingers into her mounds of titflesh as if they were comfort pillows and she was trying to fluff them up.
And then her hands moved away from her breasts as if beyond the control of her brain. They stopped beneath the tits and held them up for a moment as if she were offering them to her reflection, and said reflection was returning the offer. Thumbs and index fingers moved up and touched her nipples lightly, then slowly closed around each nipple in a hard, shuddering pinch. She could feel herself lubricating heavily because of the way she was touching herself. The sticky liquid was already seeping out from between her pouty pussylips, dripping down her thighs, getting her even more wet. She squeezed her nipples tightly between her fingers until she sighed with rapturous pressure and heavy beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her eyes, heavy lidded and bloodshot, stared back at her as she gazed at her reflection.
Her nipples needed sucking. Oh God! How she wished Sid was awake. Damn that lousy job of his.
Still staring at herself in the mirror, she bent her head down and lifted her right tit, pressing the nipple toward her lips. Watching herself with one smoky eye, she stretched her lips toward the offered nipple. Her lips separated and her pink tongue, the one she'd used so expertly on her husband's cock, lapped out at the blood-filled, brown extension of her tit.
MMmmmmmm! she thought, tasting herself while still gazing at the way her tongue licked across the nipple. That felt good. It would have felt even better had it been someone else's tongue.
She tugged her breast higher, bringing the nipple closer to her face, allowing her to suck more of it into her mouth. She pulled the full length of the erect nipple between her lips, sucking with as much verve as she had displayed when mouthing her husband's prick, earlier. Her tongue moved back and forth slowly, easily, gently, keeping the salty nubbin wet with her own sputum.
She ached with increasing frustration, wanting to stuff the entire tit into her mouth the way Sid used to before he became so entangled with his work. She ached to grind her back teeth against the sensitive nub, chewing on it until the combined feelings of pain and pleasure wracked her body.
Try as she might, she couldn't. She could suck the entire nipples between her lips, and even lick part of her aureole, but her well-shaped tits, large as they were, were too solid. There was no way she could pull more of the tit into her mouth.
Realizing there was nothing more she could do with her tit, Sue let it fall from her mouth and drop back into place, solidly shivering as if it were filled with pudding instead of flesh. It was now time to try and achieve some sort of relief, if nothing else.
Her stomach was as flat as the bottom of a pressing iron, and now, as she breathed, she felt and saw the skin moving up and down. Her hips were as round as her belly was flat, forming the traditional lower half of the hourglass, and she could have become ass-heavy had she not watched herself constantly. Her thighs were firm with no hint of cellulite tapering in to the object between them; the center of her pleasure: a full, pouting pouch with a line bisecting it, covered with mossy brown hair. The bisecting line was slightly parted, revealing the rich pinkness within, shining and glistening with the oils seeping out and dripping down each solid thigh.
She began rubbing the puffy cuntlips with her fingers, running them through the soaking patch of brown triangular carpet before moving lower. Her body was tingling with anticipation.
Moving farther away from the mirror, Sue cupped a hand under her pussy, as if raising it so she could have a better view of it. Her thighs were wide apart now, letting her fit her excited fingers between them. She squatted slightly, leaning back just a little so her creaming cunt was even more plainly visible. A strong, fiery heat seemed to emanate from her sucking snatch, spreading more sticky liquid into her palm. It made her even more excited, and as she continued fingering herself with one hand, she rubbed the handful of pussy oil into her belly.
Spreading her thighs even farther apart, she thrust her hips toward the mirror so she could see between her full thighs and stare at the tasty band of full flesh. Christ! What wouldn't she give to be a contortionist so she could eat out her own cunt. Now, with both hands pressing into her crotch, she used her fingers to part her sticky cuntlips, even more aroused by the sound the lips made in sucking apart.
The sight of her dewy cunt would always have an arousing effect on Sue. Any other cunt meant nothing to her, but seeing her own always had an overpowering, almost orgiastic effect on her. It was tremendously thrilling to see all that excitable pink depth as she tugged apart the leaking, brown-furred lips of her slurping pussy. Lord! It was so exciting to be able to stare into the tunnel of herself. It was the cunt from which Roger, her one son, had emerged. She loved Roger, and while he had been home she had been able to give much of her attention to him. But Sid had insisted on sending his son to a military high school academy, and now she had so little to do with herself.
Her cunt looked like a hungry coral mouth, and it was a very hungry mouth. It was hungry for a cock. She watched it open and close as she breathed. Each time it opened she saw the little red bead at the top. It was already partially-enlarged, and now, as she stared at her aching clitoris, it grew even larger. Her loins began shivering as she stared at it. Yes, rubbing it was the only chance she had for relief. She needed that relief if she was going to get any sleep.
Still staring at herself in the mirror, Sue began rubbing the little red button as perspiration began drenching her. Her thighs were as wide apart as possible and her pubis was as far toward her reflection as she could push it. Her back was a straining bow as the thrills she was sending through her body increased. Her fingers were motions of moving digits against the dark, shimmering hair of her lush quim, and her thighs, supporting all her weight as she strained forward, quivered uncontrollably. The muscles of both arms, but especially the arm whose finger she was using to masturbate herself, were straining madly as the climax she had been seeking finally surrounded her.
"Come on," she whispered. "Come on, I can feel you. You're there. Come on, damn it all."
It began to shudder through her body, and her muscles, already tight, became even tighter as she gritted her teeth and muttered. "GNNNNGGHHH ... URRRRGHHHH ... AHHHHHH ... O-O-O-O-O-H-H-H."
The orgasm spilled over her as a tidal wave would break over a towering wall, and the come so filled her cunt, the lubricant came spilling out of her the way eggwhite poured from a cracked shell. Tingles of overpowering flame seemed to fill her blistering pussy with an uncontrollable fierceness, cramming it, ramming it full of a powerfully thrilling release. She could feel the climax spreading from her cunt to her extremities, and now her arms and legs trembled as if there were an earthquake.
Sinking to her knees with her hands stuck in her groin, Sue felt the cold floor on her flesh.
Oh God! she thought. This was the time she could use a cock stuffing her. A solid prick filling the void where her fingers were locked in would be perfect right now. It would take forever to make her come again, and the sensation of the thick pole reaming in and out of her was just what she needed.
But Sid was asleep. Sid would remain asleep until it was time for him to go to work, early in the morning. And she would be alone with virtually nothing to do. Oh God! She had been faithful all this time, but no more; no more. She needed a cock.
CHAPTER TWO
Sid was long gone when Sue awoke, the following morning. She felt frustrated and unfulfilled. She was determined it wouldn't happen to her again. Hell! She was an attractive woman, if not downright pretty, and she'd be damned if she'd let herself waste away, a sacrificial goat to her husband's business ambitions.
But ... discretion above all else. Her husband had not only built a name for himself in the business world, but had built a reputation for himself and his family in the neighborhood. She couldn't ruin it. By the same token, she couldn't go to the seamier side of town and allow herself to be picked up by some of the lower element. Aside from running the risk of possibly being seen, there was also the chance she might pick up some unwanted social disease. These were things she had to avoid at all costs.
After showering and dressing in a white blouse and blue suit, she went to the kitchen for breakfast. She had a maid who also did the cooking, which left her absolutely nothing to do.
The maid brought her coffee and at the same time brought in the mail. Sue leafed through the envelopes. A few bills, an invitation to a wedding, some circulars, and ... one envelope she had seen a few times before. It was from her friend, Terry. Terry was a volunteer social worker who, three days a week, went to the local youth center and helped out. Terry consistently begged her to come and help out. Until today, Sue would never have considered it. But Terry's letter, coming when it did, gave Sue an idea. It was barely possible there was some frustrated man who also gave of his time. And who could tell? Maybe she could form a temporary physical alliance with him. At this point she didn't care what the man looked like as long as he had a long, thick, hard piece of horny meat between his thighs.
The address on the envelope was only a few miles away. It was a youth center located halfway between the plush section and lower middle income section of town.
Before she'd married Sid, Sue had been a volunteer nurse at the local hospital. She'd met quite a few horny young doctors there, and had she not been such a prude, she'd have had herself a ball. When Sid had married her, she'd been a naive virgin. He had taught her all there was to know about sex before his work had taken first place with him. But by that time, Sue had become a cock-hungry, prick-gobbling, fucking machine who was never happy unless her husband's cock filled all three holes at least once a night.
And then, three years ago, all the fun had come to an abrupt halt. Sid had become an assistant manager at Pruriential Insurance. He began working nights, and suddenly her supply of cock had been all but totally cut off. Occasionally, on a weekend, when Sid felt strong enough, he'd give her a good old-fashioned fucking in her cunt, her ass, and her mouth, while he, himself gobbled her pussy, asshole, and tits. But in the past year he had all but stopped everything. And now that he headed up his own detached office, she got zilch.
Leaving the house, Sue got her Regency Oldsmobile out of the garage and headed for the address on the letter Terry had sent her. Today was Wednesday, one of the three days Terry would be at the youth center.
It took about fifteen minutes to get there, but when she did, Sue had no trouble parking in the center's back lot. She went into the center, which was completely empty at this time of the morning, and encountered the head man, Mr. Harry Grass. Grass was six-feet, three-inches tall, with a boy-smooth face. He was a little big in the butt, which didn't bother Sue. It wasn't butt she would fit into her cunt. Unfortunately, Mr. Grass had a minor drawback. He was seventy-three years of age and looked it.
Explaining she had come to volunteer her time to help the unfortunate boys, Sue found she was more than welcome. When she told Grass she had once been a nurse, he was more than pleased to have her; he was ecstatic. He asked her to return at two o'clock, when the boys would first start filing in. Sue agreed.
Leaving the center, she went downtown and did some shopping. Then she went home, had a light lunch, and spent an hour getting her old nurse's gear together. By the time she returned to the youth center it was five minutes to two.
Terry was there, and looked to be about twenty pounds heavier than when Sue had seen her last. She and Sue greeted one another, then Terry explained, "I know Sid's been very busy lately, and I thought you'd like something worthwhile with which to occupy your time, so I kept sending those letters to you. These boys need a lot of help, and I can't do it all by myself. As it is, I can only come here three days a week."
"Well aside from nursing, I can't think of too much I'm good at," Sue told her.
"We have a new program going," Terry answered. "I'm very much involved in it. We select a boy and bring him home with us, giving him chores around the house to do, such as light gardening. We keep the boy with us until we feel he can face the world a little more strongly than he might otherwise be able to do."
Before Terry could continue some of the boys began filing in. Sue saw they were in the junior high school to high school range. A few were tall, especially the fifteen year olds, but most were shorter than Sue's five feet four inches.
For the next two hours, Sue watched the boys playing all kinds of indoor sports. It was at about four o'clock when Terry took one of the boys, a thirteen year old, and left. Less than five minutes after that, a young twelve-year-old boy was hit in the mouth by a volley ball. Sue, with her nursing skills, was asked to examine the boy.
Short, with dark blond hair, Tommy Waite was a typical roughneck. With his mouth bleeding he was up and ready to punch whomever he believed had slammed the ball over the net. Sue got him into the infirmary and examined his mouth. There was a small cut on the inside of his upper lips caused by his tooth cutting into it when the ball hit him.
"Take it easy for a while, Tommy," she advised.
"Now, I ain't got no time to take it easy. I gotta be outta here by four-thirty."
"Why?"
"I gotta go lookin' f'some part time work. We need the dough at home."
He was a good-looking boy, all right. And he was pretty intelligent in spite of the rough way he spoke.
"I'll give you a job," she told him.
"Hey, look, I don't need nobody feelin' sorry fine."
"I'm not feeling sorry for you, Tommy. I need someone to do some chores for me. If you feel you'd rather not, then say the word...."
"Okay, okay. How much?"
"Ten dollars a day, two days a week. Thursday and Friday are my maid's days off. I need someone to trim the hedges on the grounds, care for the trees, water and cut the lawn, as well as dozens of little odds and ends a woman can't do. How about it?"
"You got a deal," Tommy told her. "When do I start?"
"Tomorrow. I'll pick you up here and drive you to my home. Fair enough?"
"Great," he nodded. "But I gotta be home by seven."
"I'll drive you home," she told him. "And if things work out well, there might even be some weekend work."
"Sounds okay to me. I'll see y'here tomorrow." And he went back to playing with the other boys.
Sue followed his sturdy, youthful body with her eyes, and she felt an involuntary twitching in her cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day Sue met Tommy at the youth center at two o'clock. She let him play one game of handball then took him with her in her car to her house after getting permission from Harry Grass. Grass was more than happy to have another woman taking a direct interest in one of the boys.
"This is some layout," Tommy said, looking at her small estate. "You got a swimming pool?"
"In the rear," she told him, "where a high fence and heavy bushes keep out prying eyes. I just had the pool refilled. Summer is not that far off."
"Heck, it's even warm enough to do some swimming now," he said. "Next time I'll bring a suit."
"You can always go skinny-dipping. I promise not to watch."
"Thanks, but I don't think so. Whatcha want me t'do?"
"Sweep out my basement, then mow the lawn."
"Okay," he nodded. "Where's the broom?"
She led him down into the basement and showed him a storage closet where all the mops, pails, brooms and dustpans were kept.
"When you've finished, you'll find the lawnmower in the toolshed outside. Okay?"
"Fine," he nodded.
There was something about the young boy that excited Sue tremendously. Was it the fact that she hadn't been getting any cock lately that made delusions of sexual actions with the boy dance through her head? Or was it the fact that for his youthful size he was extremely well-built. Sid had always been on the fleshy side. She wondered how it would feel to fuck with such a young, masculine body.
The thought was becoming too strong. Hell! She'd be damned if she'd masturbate again, so soon.
Hurrying to her room, she put on a skimpy bikini, then went out to the pool. Tommy had been right. It was a warm day and good for swimming.
Jumping in, she swam around for a while, trying to work off her nervous energy. At one point she began kicking too hard and suddenly pulled a thigh muscle.
"Damn!" she yelled, and paddled over to the side of the pool.
"Hey, lady, what'sa matter?" Tommy called out, emerging from the basement of the house.
"Cramp," she gasped, holding onto the side of the pool. "Can't pull myself out. It's in my left leg. Can't do anything."
Reaching down with his right hand, he wrapped an arm around the nearby railing. She reached up with her right arm, putting her right foot in one of the inserts in the pool wall below the railing. He pulled and up she came, falling to the ground as she came out.
With the wicked pain shooting through her thigh, Sue noticed Tommy was staring at her nearly nude body. In fact, one of her chocolate aureolae was barely visible above her bikini top, and his eye was glued to it.
"Will you help me to my room?" she asked.
"Sure thing," he nodded, assisting her to her feet. "Just lean on me."
"Good thing I have a ranch-style house with not too many stairs," she said, laughing nervously as she let him feel her weight. She could feel her left tit pressing wetly into his shoulder, and she knew he was aware of the pressure of her nipple as it swelled, feeling the touch of his body.
Sue leaned against Tommy more heavily once they were inside the house, and now she could feel her nipple fully-swollen. It rubbed inside the bikini top, and she knew Tommy was almost painfully aware of it. She could see the hint of a bulge in his youthful crotch.
He helped her to the bedroom and spread a towel on the bed before she lay down.
"Heck!" she murmured. "The muscle hurts."
"Yeah, well at the center we always knead pulled muscles to make them relax," Tommy told her.
"Would you do that for me?" she asked.
"Me?" he inquired, almost astonished.
"You," she nodded, sighing as if in agony.
"Well ... yeah, sure ... I mean, where ... which muscle is it?"
"Upper inner thigh, left leg," she muttered, pointing with her left hand.
Tommy went around to the other side of the bed and sat with his back to her. He reached out tentatively with his hands and pressed her thigh.
"Higher up," she told him, and he moved his fingers a little higher.
"Higher, still," she said, and his fingers were all but in the crevice where her thigh joined her torso.
"Uhhhh," she shuddered, as he pressed. "That's it, right there."
He began squeezing, feeling the knotted muscle, but he was unable to keep the heel of his hand from rubbing into the hairs sticking out from under her bikini-bottom.
"Don't stop," she begged when she felt his touch beginning to falter. "Rub it hard."
He began rubbing and kneading harder, loosening the tightened muscle. He could feel it beginning to relax a little, but the tautness was running higher in her thigh, right up against her crotch.
"Look," he told her, turning a little to look at her over his shoulder, "I can't go any higher without touching ... I mean...."
"This is no time to be delicate or modest," she said. "You touch wherever you have to touch."
He was kneading harder now, his fingers digging into her thigh, barely touching the joint where it met her torso. But what he was doing was having its effect on him. She could tell by the way he kept his youthful body turned away from her. He probably wasn't aware of why it was happening to him, but he did know it was happening.
Sue was about to undo her bikini-bottom and whip it away when the doorbell suddenly sounded. Both she and Tommy jumped. He literally jumped to his feet.
"Damn!" he yelped. "Now I'm the one who's got a cramp."
"Sit here on the bed," she told him, sliding off and getting to her feet.
She hobbled to the closet, took out a dressing gown, and slipped it on.
"You stay there and don't move," she told Tommy. "I need you to mow my lawn, and I don't want you doing anything with a charley horse. Just lay there for now."
Limping out of the room, she silently cursed whoever was at the door. The timing couldn't have been more wrong if someone had planned it that way.
Reaching the front door, she opened it.
"Package from A and S," the man said.
"Thank you," Sue muttered. "Please wait."
She wanted him to get the hell on out, but if she chased him out without giving him a tip, she'd be someone he remembered for a long time to come.
Limping back to the bedroom, she saw Tommy was lying on her bed, quietly waiting for her to come back.
Opening her purse, she took out fifty cents, then said to Tommy, "Don't you move, now. I'll be right back."
She hobbled back to the front door, tipped the delivery boy, waited until he was gone, then shut the door. Returning to her bedroom, she said, "Now it's my turn to do the kneading. Where's your cramp?"
"Same place as yours," he murmured, turning red when she sat on the bed beside his supine young body.
"Then well have to take down your pants. I can't exactly knead out a cramp with your pants on."
"Hey now, wait a minute...." he began to protest.
"Relax, Tommy," she said, smiling, caressing his face. "I won't hurt you."
Before he could object more, she had his pants unhooked and the zipper down, and she was tugging his pants from under his youthful ass. She could see the young lump of his cock as it pressed against his undershorts. His entire body was beet-red with embarrassment.
Once she had the shorts off, she tossed them on the floor, then began using her fingers on his thigh. She could see the tightening of his young cock as she touched him near his crotch. She massaged vigorously, digging her fingers into the cramped muscle, and after a while it, too, began to ease, while the muscle attached to his juncture became even harder.
"I ... think I'd better be getting back to ... work," he said, as her fingers remained tantalizingly on his thigh.
"Not yet," she murmured, and suddenly his hard cock popped out of the opening in his underwear.
"Ohmi God!" he yelled and tried to sit up, but Sue pushed him back down.
"I'll take care of it," she whispered, and her fingers were slowly closing around the short length of his rigid cock.
"Oh ... Jesus ... oh God!" he muttered, his entire body suddenly tightening. "Lady, don't ... uhhh ... DO that!"
"Am I hurting you?" she asked.
"Not exactly. I ... OOOOHHHH ... do have another pain, though, and you ain't exactly helping this one get better."
"I'm not really hurting you, am I?" she asked, her fingers tightening and loosening their hold on his wavering prong.
"No, but ... oh God, lady this isn't right!"
"Who says it isn't right?" she asked.
"My folks tell me all the time that I shouldn't go touching other people's, especially women's, private parts."
"But I'm touching your private part."
"But ... I mean ... well ... that's not exactly right for you to do."
"Are you going to go and tell anyone?" she asked, letting her palm caress his short, stubby prick, feeling the juices starting to flow out of it onto her hand. She rubbed the ointment right back into his flesh.
"Well, no, but...."
"As you say, you have another pain, and I think it only right I relieve that one as well."
Her fingers closed tightly around his throbbing little cock and squeezed, and the boy, realizing his body craved something, merely lay back, groaning as the heat of her tantalizing fingers totally enclosed his youthful phallus. As she did so, she lay down beside him, and he let his head fall onto her shoulder, still squirming as her other hand continued gently caressing his squirming penis.
Sue Berne realized the youthful penis meant more to her than any large cock might have. She wasn't one of those women with a secret longing for her son's penis. She hadn't seen Roger's penis since she'd stopped changing his diapers, nor did she have any great desire to ever see it again. She loved Roger purely as a mother ought to love her son, never thinking of him in terms of being a lover.
But this little boy's penis suddenly aroused her. It was a clean, pure, innocent, as yet-untouched wand. She was the first woman to look at it and feel it as a sex object. And it quivered, waiting for more of her touch, wanting her to love it.
She had no fear of any kind of disease with a boy such as this. Nor was she worried about becoming pregnant. She'd had a tubal ligation six years earlier, anticipating hot and heavy fucking sessions with her husband that were just really getting good when he suddenly cut her off.
"Do you ever play with yourself?" she asked, caressing the splinter-like cock.
"Huh?"
"Do you ever tug on this?" she wanted to know, jerking his prong.
"Heck, no. What for?"
This one was a real innocent. He had a lot to learn, and if she took her time teaching him, he'd come back for more.
The little thorn of prick was throbbing in her hand, pulsing, causing her nipples to enlarge as it strained and thickened, letting her know it was a living thing in need of attention. It took all her willpower not to literally crush the phallus in her hand, though she did squeeze it, urging out more and more drops of the colorless fluid which she rubbed right back into him.
The look on Tommy's face was one of unutterable pleasure. He and the guys had talked about something like this, although at their age fucking was something they were unable to imagine, much less experience. Most of the girls they knew were too afraid to even think of indulging in anything beyond a few feels of their flat chests.
Sue was staring at the boy's face, not even noticing his solid little cock, even though her hand continued squeezing it and playing with it. His head was on her shoulder, near her bosom, and she could see his eyes tracing the outline of her tit beneath the robe she still wore, seeing the way her shapely mound held its roundness even when she lay down.
"Cramp all gone?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," he nodded.
"Want me to stop kneading?"
"Just a little more," he told her, his voice catching in his throat.
She could feel it was fully extended now as her fingers lightly danced over it. Once again she closed her fist around it, and the pressure of the hot, youthful prick made her shudder with unrepressed longing. She tried tugging the hole in his underwear wider, but to do so would be to rip it, so it continued hampering her fingers as they moved up and down the solid bit of masculine flesh. Each time she squeezed, she noticed he humped his crotch up a little. He was breathing more heavily, himself unable to think what to do next.
She had started this. It would be up to her to bring it to a conclusion that would satisfy them both.
"Let me look at it," she whispered, sitting up a little.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, turning his head to the side, staring away from her. He didn't know what to think at this point. All he cared about was, it felt really nice; a lot nicer than either he or his friends had ever imagined it might feel.
Sue forced herself to move slowly, but the anguish in her hot body was increasing. She made him riase his hips as she tugged off his underpants, then made herself tug very slowly for fear of tearing the shorts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she got his underwear below his hips, beyond his knees, and over his feet. She dropped the shorts on the floor and stared at his rigid little phallus.
"That is one nice little penis," she complimented, sighing, almost out of control as her hand once again caressed the upstanding little pike of flesh. It looked like a rigid member of the queen's guard, standing so firm and upright. Her fingers tightened around it with loving care, feeling the smooth satin of his hot flesh, making the small cock more desirable than ever.
"Oh, WOW!!!" he uttered, gasping with thrilling anticipation as her fingers tugged it, making his hips react with a hump. The throbbing in her grasp made Sue notice the young pink head as it swelled, and then she felt an even greater heat penetrate her body as he gripped her shoulders. He felt her fingers squeeze all the more tightly, and he responded by making the pink knob swell again and again.
Sue was very experienced when it came to making her husband happy, but she wasn't sure how to handle a boy, not quite certain what it was he would enjoy most. Just holding his little cock, staring at the way the pink dome bulged and receded was giving her a kind of satisfaction. She squeezed it even tighter, knowing Sid loved to have his squeezed.
Now he began jerking his hips up and down, thrusting his little cock back and forth through her fist, enjoying sensations he had never before known. His small set of balls scrunched against the bottom of her fist, and she felt how smooth the skin was in comparison to her husband's wrinkled sac.
Sue felt herself gasping. The robe was too constricting. She sat all the way up and shrugged it off her shoulders, using first one hand, then the other, to pull it out from under her, always using the free hand to continue manipulating his penis. The bikini halter was almost crushing her. Her nipples had an oversensitive burning urge for air and freedom, and there was a matching fire in her groin. It was the same fire she had felt in her flushed pussy the other night, when Sid wouldn't wake up. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, staring with complete enjoyment at the three and a half inches running through her fist.
She released it and he stopped pumping, watching the youthful spring in his pink penis. She used her fingertip to trace the base of the cock, running the tip of her nail through the blond fuzz first starting to appear down there. Her eyes took in the way his small sac seemed to cluster his balls together inside, like grapes on a vine covered by a cobweb. Taking a deep breath she teased her fingers along the soft scrotum feeling the thrill of skin not quite wrinkled. Then she closed her hand around it.
"You're one gorgeous boy," she murmured. "You're aboslutely beautiful, Tommy."
Boys were only men not quite grown up. What men liked, boys would like. She pressed lightly on the line between his marble-like balls, watching his tiny skewer of penis bow away from her, the pink head stretching more tautly than ever. He liked it all right. His thighs opened a bit more, showing he liked it, letting her cupped hand fit nicely between them. The combination of her palm holding his balls while her fingers tugged on his staff seemed to almost overpower the blond youth. He was shivering like a thin piece of cellophane paper whose tip had been caught in a sidewalk crack while a fierce wind whipped about. His shaking only served to excite Sue all the more.
"That is definitely the nicest-looking young cock I have ever seen," she told him, herself almost out of breath. It had to be the nicest one she'd ever seen. Her son's hadn't been visible to her ever since he was three years old, and her husband's cock was far from young.
Spasms of heat shook her breasts as she continued rubbing the youthful spire. She felt his hands still clutching for her shoulders as his eyes stared at the way she looked at his prong. To him, she was far more exciting than he could ever be to her, this being his first experience with any kind of female. The right and wrong of it still hung in his mind, but her caressing fingers made him not care. For the first time in his life he began understanding just why women were necessary.
"Like what I'm doing?" she asked, intent on pleasing him.
She wanted him aroused beyond thought, excited to the point where he would want to return again and again, letting her play with him as if he were her own particular toy. His heavy breathing made her look up suddenly, and she saw the distant glaze in his eyes. He was slowly simmering like a chef's masterpiece. She could hear him gasping for air as she once again asked, "Like it? Tell me, Tommy. Do you like what I'm doing?"
Her palm rubbed his balls again, making him writhe. He moaned.
"C ... can I see you ... UHHHH ... tits?" he asked, sighing, parting his thighs even wider to give her moving hand more room.
"Would it mean that much to you?" she asked, teasing him a little, knowing how all men loved the sight of a well-formed boob. Her hand continued rubbing his slim, solid cylinder of hard flesh.
"Please," he pleaded, breathing hard, and his hands moved to her shoulders and slid her bikini straps down along her arms. The move took her somewhat aback. She hadn't expected him to do anything on his own.
"All right," she muttered, softly.
God but he was so young and delectable. Her hands were gripping his solid cock and his firm sac once more as his body hunched upward toward her steady fist.
She leaned forward, toward him, feeling him reach around her and fumble with the catch on her bikini top. How he undid it she would never know, but somehow it loosened, and even before she could take it off, she felt his hands sliding underneath, squeezing her breasts, pulling at her enlarged nipples with quick, avid fingers. He began pulling them hard as she stopped jerking his cock long enough to remove the top. Then, when she had the phallus tightly squeezed in her fist again, pumping said fist up and down, she could feel him yanking her nipples in time to the tug on his hot little cock. His hips took on the same cadent rhythm, and Sue realized both of them were short of breath and panting. Their thrilling sensations increased with each passing moment as each applied him or herself to his or her individual task.
Tommy had seen photos of naked women in more than one magazine, but he was too young to be affected by a mere photo. To him, pictures had meant nothing. But now that he had his hands on a firm set of gorgeous jugs, he was first able to appreciate the beauty of a pair of breasts. Future photos would not be ignored as readily. Playing with the heavy tits, feeling their enlarged nipples rub against the palms of his hands, made his balls ache even more.
To Sue, the sight of his youthful cock was a mesmeric thing as her pumping hand seemed to make it twitch back and forth in a regular motion, almost casting a spell over her. She stared, hypnotized at the strange, odd sensations coursing through her. All thoughts of Sid or full-grown studs completely disappeared from her mind, erased by the wonderful sight of his bobbing cock as her hand moved up and down, up and down.
Looking down, she could see his youthful fingers teasing her nipples, almost twisting them he was pulling them so hard. Then her eyes returned to the bright knob at the top of his cock, glistening with lubricant, shining like a ruby she would never be able to detach from him.
Staring at the pointed roll of flesh, seeing it become more and more aroused, she was suddenly enveloped by a powerful need to taste him. But would he let her? How would he react? Might he not become horrified and pull away, and then run to his parents or Harry Grass and tell them of the horrible, wicked thing she had done to him? Yet, how could she fight back this urge?
She pulled the youth closer, bringing his hands into better contact with her breasts. He tugged on the nipples as if he were milking a cow. The solid, tiny stanchion felt hotter than ever to her touch, and then the boy stopped pulling and pushed his fulcrum closer to her to better appreciate what she was doing to him.
She took a deep breath, realizing the manipulating of his fingers had set her nipples burning as they had never burned before. Not even Sid's masterful way of playing with her breasts were able to arouse this much fire from inside her. They had swelled to a thickness they had never before known.
"Oh Jesus! LADY," he was yelping. "OH ... WOW ... EASY ... You're pulling too hard....
OWWOWOOO ... HEY ... ULP ... OH, BOY...."
This last was because one of her hands had run between his thighs and moved under his balls to firmly grip his ass and hold him in place while her fist slammed straight down on his little cock, pressing into his soft balls without actually hurting them. And then, staring all the while at what she was doing, her ringed lips pursed themselves and slid tantalizingly over the solid little erection. The taste of the hot, blistering, soaking cock against her slavering tongue caused a raging inferno to ignite in her already overheated cunt.
For an instant Tommy Waite was certain he would black out the sensations were so intense. He'd never before had any kind of orgasm, and now the way her tongue caressed his heated prick gave him a dizzying thrill beyond description. His first instinct was to try and pull back, yanking the white-hot little poker from between her thoroughly delightful lips, but when he tried pulling back he felt the pressure of her other hand on his small, flat buttocks, fingers widely spread across his trembling cheeks, locking him firmly and rigidly in position as her lips pressed around the fleshpole and her tongue licked from side to side.
"Holy shit!" he yelled, but it was more than a yell. It was a plea on his part for her not to stop. He couldn't ever recall any other kind of sensation in the entire world feeling as fantastic as her leeching mouth on his prick. The flames were spreading to his entire body, making him shudder all the more intensely. It was a good thing he was lying down. Had he been standing he would have fallen flat on his back. As it was he gripped her tits tightly as if attempting to hold onto them for some kind of support. His fingers dug cruelly into them as he pulled hard.
Any worries she might have had about his rebelling when she took his cock into her mouth slowly faded. His constant yanking on her shimmering boobs only seemed to pull her face forward and down. Her mouth was able to engulf the entire wand with more than enough room to spare. And the combined pressure of one of her hands on his balls, while her other hand applied constant pressure to his ass, added to her sucking mouth, made him writhe frenziedly.
His penis was so small and thin, and it leaked so heavily, she felt as if she were soul-kissing, licking another wet tongue. Her entire mouth moved, her lips tightly shut, sliding along the short length of the small baton. She felt it shiver and quake as it pulsated inside her mouth, adding to her own pleasure, giving her a strange sense of power over the boy. The way he was sobbing and sighing added to her enjoyment, making her more eager than ever to continue copping the succulent knob and shaft attached underneath. Hell if anyone knew how to give head, it was she. Sid had taught her well.
Her head slid up and down with greater speed. She could tell from the way he writhed he was about to come. And the thought made her even hotter than before. Oddly, at this time she had given no thought to any satisfaction of her own. All she cared about was making this boy come.
Her nose pushed into his pubis, feeling the fuzzy blond hair tickle her nostrils. Her lips surrounded his balls as well as his cock, taking them in with absolutely no difficulty, making him wildly churn below her. Now she had two hands with which to grip his young, firm asscheeks.
He was screeching as his little cock seemed to swell to an even greater thickness, getting more and more solid as her tongue slurped along the underside, rubbing his balls along with his cock. She could sense the prong in her mouth quivering with stronger tension now as she lapped at the part where the head joined to the rest of the cock along the underside. She repeated the action, listening as his anxiety was more loudly expressed and his thighs tried tightening around her head. She squeezed his asscheeks all the harder.
He released her nipples and lay back, pressing his hands on the top of her head, shoving it down each time she tried bringing it up. A shuddering tremor suddenly charged through the youth. His solid prick seemed to enlarge one more time as if trying to probe into her throat. And then he reached the top. A surprisingly heavy spray of white torrential rain came spouting from the tip of his small penis, shooting into the back of her throat, coating it, as well as her tongue with a soft, slithery sensation. "All, AHH, AAAHHH, LADY, I'M SHOOOOOOTTTTTTIIINNNGGG!!!"
She swallowed, and the strangest thing happened. As his sperm went sliding down her throat, a shudder went through her, and suddenly she was having an orgasm of her own. It wasn't as good as the ones she had with Sid, but it was a helluva lot better than the one she'd given herself when she'd masturbated.
Her lips tightened their hold on his shrinking cock and pulled hard, sucking madly as he gyrated up and down, straining to empty every last liquid drop into her gulping mouth. He pressed her face against his pelvis all the harder until he was finished, and only then did he relax his hold, allowing her to remove her mouth from his now-flaccid member.
CHAPTER FOUR
That night Sue Berne slept well. It was her first good sleep in nearly a year. She had erotic dreams of having sucked off young Tommy, and each time, she recalled how she'd drank his sperm and was able to taste it all over again in her dream.
She had made Tommy finish sweeping the basement afterward, and then told him she would pick him up the following day so he could mow her lawn. She had promised him nothing more, but the look in her eyes let him know there was a lot more to be had, and the look in his eyes let her know he'd understood.
The next morning, after Sid had gone and she was able to linger over a second cup of coffee, she noted she hadn't smoked a single cigarette since having "smoked" Tommy's. Sex had driven the craving for nicotine from her.
She had to be careful, though. There was that ever-present dread Tommy might want to brag about his experiences with her. He might tell a friend, and the friend might be dumb enough to tell either a parent or Harry Grass. Not only would her forays with Tommy be finished, but she might end up disgracing her husband.
It would really be a shame, too. She'd truly enjoyed herself with Tommy. His cock was small and thin, but it had satisfied her. And she knew it would do a good job in her cunt, as well.
The idea became a fixation with her. She had to have Tommy's cock stuffed in her pussy. Stuffed? Heck, normally it would fit in with room to spare. Fortunately she had practiced all those vaginal exercises, and she could tighten her cunt muscles to where a thermometer would have difficulty fitting in.
Was she really depraved? Was there something wrong with her? Shouldn't she be interested in what was good for the boy in an other-than-sexual way? What was this urge of hers to suddenly pervert the morals of a minor and risk getting caught at the same time.
Granted, he'd enjoyed himself. But what she'd done had been primarily for her own benefit rather than his. And she had to admit she'd been fortunate in finding a boy who, despite his naivete had been willing to go along with what she'd had in mind. Even if this thing she had going with young Tommy lasted a while and ended happily, she was aware of the fact that his experiment would make her try yet another boy. In the future she would have to be more careful. She'd have to know her boy better before making any kind of erotic approach to him.
Now she began wondering about Terry, her friend. She knew for a fact that Terry's sex life was one grotesque nightmare. Her husband had some kind of fixation about a quick in and out fucking without bothering to warm her up. Terry had confided it to her. Yet, when she'd seen Terry yesterday, the woman, in spite of her extra poundage, had looked radiant. Had Terry finally straightened her husband out, or ... was it vaguely possible Terry had discovered the pleasure of a late afternoon liaison with a young boy? If she stayed at the youth center long enough, she had the feeling she would find out.
It was one thirty when she arrived at the youth center. It being Friday, some of the boys got out of class earlier, and they were already inside the center when she arrived.
"Ah, Mrs. Berne," Harry Grass greeted her as she came in. "Good of you to come back so often. Tell me, do you think you'll be available next Saturday afternoon, a week from tomorrow?"
"I don't see why not," she replied. "Why?"
"We're having a picnic and I was wondering if you'd be around in case anyone was hurt. There'll be all kinds of sports out at the picnic grounds."
"Where is the picnic being held?" she asked.
"In Shrewsbury Park," he replied.
"A person could get lost out there without half trying," she answered.
"We haven't lost a boy out there yet," he laughed.
"But all those woods and high trees and grass."
"That's another reason why we'd like you along.
You could help to watch the boys."
"All right. I guess I can come along."
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Berne. You have no idea how much the boys will appreciate it. We're all going to meet here at noon and go in a bus."
"Buses cost money. How could you afford to charter one?"
"One of the other ladies' husbands owns a small bus line. She convinced him to volunteer the bus."
"That was very nice of her. My husband manages an office for an insurance company, so unless you have some boys who need insurance policies, I don't think my husband could be of much help."
Grass laughed, then excused himself, and left.
Sitting on the sidelines in the center gym, Sue watched the various boys. These were supposed to be the underprivileged, who came to the center to work off their frustrations and learn the true meaning of sportsmanship. And almost all the younger boys played fiercely, as if it was more than a game to each of them. But Sue began noticing subtle differences among the older boys. They played too, but seemed to concentrate more on wrestling and weightlifting. There were quite a few who were interested in squash, handball, volleyball, and even badminton, but a select few seemed to be concentrating more on improving their bodies, then anything else. It was understandable, to some extent. After all, those who were fifteen or older where becoming interested in girls, and they knew a solid body would attract them. But from the looks on the faces of these boys Sue was certain more than mere sexual hunger was involved. Rather than lean, hungry looks, these boys had satisfied smiles on their faces. It might not have been evident to most of the others, but Sue Berne, having seen that look of satisfaction on the face of Tommy Waite after having blown him so thoroughly, wondered if these particular boys were getting some good action.
It had to be more than a quick roll in the backseat of a car with a girl their own age, or slightly younger. Sue was certain other boys there were getting something from the girls, but these particular boys had the cat-that-swallowed-the-canary look, as if each had his own steady fucking partner on the side, and that partner was someone who knew what it was all about.
Tommy arrived at two thirty and indulged in a wrestling workout. He had the other boy pinned a dozen times in less than a half hour. He seemed different now. He exuded an air of confidence he'd never shown before.
Sex did things to people. Some became arrogant. Others became uncontrollable. But Tommy Waite had developed self-confidence. Perhaps he would become overconfident. Sue hoped not. She'd hate to see him ruin their relationship.
She waited while he showered, then he came to where she was sitting and said, "I'm ready to mow your lawn now, Mrs. Berne."
They walked toward her car, neither saying a word. When they got in, Tommy sat silently as Sue drove.
"Have you thought about what happened the other day?" Sue asked.
"Yeah," he nodded. "That was something. I kinda wondered about the right or wrong of it all morning. Then I figured it out. All I owe you is a clean lawn and a clean basement. All you owe me is the money for keepin' it all clean. I don't know if what happened was an accident or not, but I do know I liked it. I'd be kinda dumb to louse up something like that. But I ain't gonna try and force you t'do more of it, either. I mean, I liked it. I didn't get hurt, and from what I saw, you didn't get hurt. So I figure if no one hot hurt, it can't be too wrong."
Here he stopped and turned a blushing red.
"What's wrong, Tommy?" Sue asked.
"I'd like t'do some more. I'd like to find out all the things t'do, but at the same time I ain't got the right to ask you t'keep on showin' me. I mean, you musta had your reasons f'doin it, and I ain't dumb enough t'start askin' questions. I also ain't so dumb I'm gonna go tellin' anybody what happened. If nothin' else happens, well, so what? It was good when we did it. I sure liked it."
"You take care of the lawn today," she told him, "and we'll see about the other. Just remember, whatever has happened is just between the two of us. It's our secret. If anyone else finds out about it, it isn't a secret anymore."
She pulled her car into her driveway and they got out. Tommy headed for the toolshed, and Sue went to her room. She stripped down and took a quick shower; a cold shower. He had gotten to her. She was burning up with a need for him, but she didn't dare show it. She had to remain the mistress of the situation, otherwise whatever they shared would degenerate.
Coming out of the bathroom, stark naked, she heard the lawnmower going below and knew Tommy was working. Repressing an urge for a cigarette, she slid beneath the covers of her bed, letting the cool breeze coming in from her window make her tingle.
When the doorbell rang, she got up, slipped on a robe, and went to answer it. A man was collecting for one of the more popular charities. She had him wait while she went and wrote out a check. She didn't notice him come into the house while she was writing the check, and when she turned, she saw him standing in the doorway of her bedroom.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked. "No one invited you into the house."
"You did, lady. Shit! Dressed like that you're begging to be fucked, and I'm just the guy who can do it."
"How dare you," she snapped. "You leave here this instant."
"Whatcha gonna do if I don't? You can't call the cops. I can tear out any phone in the place if you make a grab for it. You scream and I'll slap you silly. Besides, with that kid out there cuttin' the lawn, who'd hear you?"
Sue ran to her night table and opened the top drawer, but before she could get the scissors inside, the man was there. He slapped her face hard, and she fell on the bed, her robe starting to open. The man threw himself on top of her, slobbering all over her as he began pawing her breasts.
"C'mon, lady," he sneered. "You want a good cock, and I got just the one f'you."
Sue clawed at his eyes with her fingers, but he brushed her hand aside as his mouth fell to her heaving bosom. He sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, biting the nipple, hard.
Neither of them was aware the sound of the lawnmower had stopped. Sue was too engrossed in trying to get away from the man, and he was too interested in continuing to suck on her tit.
"Now," he muttered, pulling his teeth from her sore nipple, "you and I are gonna really swing."
His hands pulled her robe wide open. He was reaching down in an attempt to grab between her thighs when a loud clang resounded through the room. The man fell off Sue and slid to the floor, both hands covering the top of his head as Tommy Waite brought the long-handled shovel down on his knuckles.
"Goddamn!" the man yelled, crawling away, trying to move out of the room. "Knock it off! HEY, CUT IT OUT. Lemme get outta here."
Once out of the room, he scrambled to his knees and rushed for the front door. He yanked it open and ran out into the street, moving as fast as his legs could carry him.
"My God!" Sue muttered, feeling her heart pound in her breast.
"You okay?" Tommy asked, following her as she got up and walked into the bathroom.
"I guess so," she mumbled, using some soap and water to wash where the man had put his mouth on her body.
"Wanna call the cops?"
"No," Sue told him, shaking her head. "No, he won't be back. Besides, the police are the last thing I need right now."
"I saw him through the bedroom window. I mean, you'd left it wide open, so I grabbed a shovel from the shack and came right in through the window. I didn't wanna waste time tryin' t'get doors open."
"Thank you, Tommy," she gasped. "There'll be a small bonus for this."
"I hope you don't mean money," he told her, and she saw the glitter in his eyes. He might have only been twelve, but he was a horny little sonofabitch.
"Did you finish the lawn yet?"
"Not yet."
"Suppose you finish it later."
"Sure," he nodded as she came out of the bathroom, "anything you say."
He had put the shovel down against the wall.
"We don't have to go through what we did at the start, last time, do we, Tommy?" she asked, pointing to his pants.
"I guess not," he agreed, opening them and letting them fall. His underpants came off just as quickly.
Sue stared at his cock. Hell, but it looked the slightest bit longer than yesterday.
She motioned for him to lie on the bed. He sat on the side and swung his legs up. As he did so, she had an opportunity to look at his balls, noting they, too, seemed somewhat larger.
She removed her robe and lay down beside him and gathered him in her arms, kissing him softly on his youthful mouth. He lay there for a moment, not quite knowing how to respond as her tongue forced his lips apart and began searching his mouth. One hand cupped his head while her other hand began roaming all over his young body.
Her fingers tantalized his thighs, purposely avoiding his hard, upright penis for a moment, as if teasing it into stretching out after her fingers. He had been chewing gum and she could taste it on his breath. She licked the taste of it from his lips, and he quivered, enjoying every last bit of it. Her fingertips touched his balls and his cock began quivering. They looked down at it as her fingers teased his balls, watching the way it trembled, and they both laughed. They were developing an intimacy that went beyond the mere physical.
Her lips pressed against his, urging a response from him. She finally got it, then kissed his throat and his nipples, making him squirm even more.
"Is it ready for exercise?" she asked, referring to his peter.
"You bet," he replied as her warm fingers surrounded the hot little pike.
"You have a perfectly shaped cock," she muttered. "Whether or not it grows to any immense length won't even matter. Its shape is just right."
Her thumb and forefinger ringed the bullet-shaped head then slid down to the base, feeling the warmth of his balls against the heel of her hand.
"Ooooh ... wow, that feels good," he told her. "Really good."
"I'll bet," she laughed, kissing his lips again, finding him eager to respond, now.
"I ... thought about you ... last night," he confided.
"I'm happy to know that," she said, smiling.
"I ... pulled on it. I mean, after what happened, I just couldn't help myself. I was so ... hot. I hadda cool off."
"Were you able to cool off?"
"A little. Not much I shot another few drops, but it was nothin' like when you ... "
"Sucked on it," she finished.
His hands gripped her breasts and he squeezed, letting her know with his fingertips just how much he enjoyed her nipples.
"How would you like to suck on them today?" she asked, tugging hard on his phallic probe, watching the ecstatic enjoyment spread over his face. There was no doubt he was "hooked" on enjoying the feeling she imparted to his little cock.
"You mean I can put one of those nipples in my mouth?" he asked, his body humping up and down in response to the way her hand rubbed his peter.
"You can suck on both of them, if it really will make you happy."
The mere thought of being able to chew on her nipples made his cock even more solid. He shivered and shuddered as he moved down, just a little, not wanting to pull his crotch away from her expert fingers.
His hands gripped her breasts more tightly, squeezing the full nipples, enlarging them. And then he brought his mouth to the right teat, pressing his lips around her rubbery nubbin. He let his tongue whip the nipple solidly, and Sue squirmed, enjoying his hot little mouth anxiously chewing.
Her hand moved and cupped his balls, squeezing them with just enough pressure to make him bite down on one of her nipples. Her fingers could feel the two separate testicles as his thighs opened all the wider, offering her more room.
Now he was avidly sucking on her nipple, pulling on it as if she actually expected to get milk from it; his lips tugging and yanking as his tongue pressed against it, making her flush with more desire.
Sue stared down at the way he nursed at her tit. Her own son had been bottle-fed. Sid had been the only one to put his mouth on her breasts, but she loved the way this adoring youth sucked. His lips seemed to tug frenetically, urgently, as if he really was getting some kind of nourishment. Static seemed to shoot through her like livewire sparks. And all the while his other hand continued squeezing her free nipple. He did it so avidly he actually brought on a series of minor orgasms.
"Take it easy," she said to him. "Relax, do it slowly."
And all the while her hand continued pumping on his cock, feeling his hips rhythmically thrust and counterthrust. It almost felt too hot for her to hold.
His tongue was rubbing back and forth, the flat part of it pressing against the very tip of her nipple, and jolts of heavy electricity seemed to shoot through her body.
"Hey ... slow down," she ordered, finally pulling her tit from his mouth. There was a fire in his eyes as he panted anxiously, barely able to contain himself.
"A nipple has to be sucked on gently," she told him. "You were sucking so strongly I was afraid you were going to pull it right off."
His other hand still clung tenaciously to her unsucked tit, his fingers feverishly pressing the nipple, driving both, himself and Sue, wild.
She pressed her mouth to his again, and was astonished at the way he responded, literally knifing his tongue into her mouth, seeking her own tongue so he could suck on it in place of the nipple she had made him release.
Sue almost jumped when she felt his small hand suddenly delve into the crevice between her thighs. She had wanted him to do that, but hadn't been able to bring herself to ask him. Her body humped higher, letting him press his flat palm against her sopping pussylips.
Pulling her mouth from his, she stared into his eyes, seeing the lascivious anxiety built up there. She gasped as his palm rubbed up and down.
"That's my cunt," she murmured, as his hand rubbed up and down at the same speed her hand was using on his cock. "Slow down," she warned. "That has to be rubbed gently and softly."
Obediently, his hand slowed down, but Sue realized her own lower half was moving, and it was definitely not slowing down. Her body was a raging pyre of flame from top to bottom with a flesh casing. Her boobs felt hot and heavy, the nipples flaring like the glowing eyes of some dragon, themselves ready to explode.
Briefly she thought of Sid, her husband, remembering he was the only man to ever touch her there, before. God! How she missed the expert touch of Sid's hand. Damn him, anyway. It was because of him she was here with this boy.
Her eyes were on the little pink penis, shining bright with its own lubrication constantly being smeared all over it as her fist moved up and down. It probably would never grow to any immense size, but it would always retain that perfect, bullet-like shape.
Then Tommy was probing fingers into her hole, a hole sopping wet and filled with her love juices. His fingers moved in and out rapidly, making her writhe and contort madly, causing her blazing pussy to exude even greater muskiness; an aroma so overpoweringly sexy she could smell it, herself. And she knew it was doing things to the boy, as well.
Shoving her free arm under Tommy, Sue rolled over onto her back, literally scooping him on top of her. Anxiously, she parted her thighs widely, surrounding his thighs; letting him rest in her crotch as a babe would in a cradle. Her trembling hand reached between them and grabbed the cock she had been jerking. With what seemed like hurried impatience she pressed the slithery, youthful pole into her teeming twat. Once she was certain the throbbing head was in, she pressed on his buttocks with both hands, ramming the full length of his little thorn into her hungry vagina.
Closing her eyes, she squeezed her pussy muscles hard, and was gratified she could feel the spike of flesh invading her cunt touch all four walls. Her hands pressed his asscheeks hard, squeezing and pushing until she could feel his lint-coated pubis rub against her own dark, curly mat.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Tommy began rocking his hips back and forth, plunging his dork into and out of her steaming cunt tunnel, gasping and groaning as wondering, unfamiliar, delicious sensations shot through his youthful body.
"That's the way, Tommy," she urged. "Good boy. Keep on doing it. Shove it in there."
His phallus made squishy noises as it sank longingly into her burning pussy. Sue's eyes lit with lust as he drove harder.
Tommy was agog with excitement. To be fucking a woman at his age was unbelievable. And what a woman. In spite of her age she had a tight cunt that clasped his burning cock so strongly, he had to struggle to push it into her. Oh God! This was great.
"YES, YES, YESSSS." Sue was murmuring, urging him on, her hands clasping his tight buttocks hard, pushing him as far down into her as he could go. She could feel the slight bit of friction each time his cock slid in and out and it made her shiver with mad tingles.
Opening her thighs, she waited until he was on the downstroke, all the way into her, then encircled him with her calves. Not that she released his buttocks. Her hands kept driving into his asscheeks, pushing them hard, shoving his pelvis into hers, nailing his little penis into her swallowing channel.
"Fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she echoed and re-echoed, almost babbling hysterically at the wonderful feel of a seething cock in her pussy. It had been so long she had almost despaired of ever feeling one lance into her excited cunt, ever again.
She felt him piledrive his tiny penis into her blistering cauldron, and she knew he was more overwhelmed than she by the sensations they were enjoying. He had loved the way her hand and even her mouth had done things to him, but this ... this was something totally unbelievable. His blood had turned to lava as it bubbled in his arteries and veins, and his entire nervous system was tightly drawn up, waiting for some kind of relief.
In spite of his youth, sex came as naturally to him as it did to any rooster. Tommy seemed to have a natural talent. Even the way his tiny cock was fitting into her seemed the result of a born talent rather than the lack of it due to the lack of experience. He pushed it in a little farther, and Sue, concentrating on keeping her vaginal muscles tight, sighed with enjoyment. The boy was good, very good. There was no doubt she could get one helluva lot of enjoyment from him if she could convince him to continue coming to her house. Naturally he would have to be discreet, but from what Sue had seen of the blond-haired youngster, he didn't appear to be the type who would go shooting his mouth off to anyone.
"Oh, boy!" he exclaimed. "I never ... OOOH ... felt anything like ... WOW ... this ... before. This is somethin' else...."
"Just keep ... pushing it in, Tommy. Thatta boy ... ahhh ... that really feels ... OOOHH ... GOOD! DEEPER, Tommy, DEEPER-you have a long way ... O-O-O-O-O-H-H-H ... to go. MMMMMMM."
"Who'd ever think I'd be here with a gorgeous dame like you," Tommy murmured, inching his hot little penis a bit deeper into Sue's cunt. "Christ, lady! Anything you ... UHHH ... want ... anything at ... AHHH ... all ... and you got it...."
"Just keep fucking it in, Tommy," she murmured.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna do just that....
AHHHHHH...." he promised. "I'm gonna shove it so ... WOWWW ... deep, you're gonna find yourself nailed to the ... OOOH ... bed ... "
"Less talk and more action," she cautioned. "Come on, feed it to me. Don't be ... AHHH ... bashful."
"HERE IT COMES," he gasped.
She felt his simmering cock push its way deeper, and at one point her labia majora opened wide enough to pull in his little balls, as well, while the rest of her cunt channel remained tightly crushed around his pulsing prick.
She felt his panting breath cover her flesh as he strained to push his throbbing prick in again and again. At one point she grabbed his head and pulled his face down to her tits, and his mouth once again opened and swallowed her nipple. His lips sucked, his tongue pressed, and his teeth nibbled, chewing on her nipple until it had swollen to a size larger. It hadn't been that long since she'd first given birth, and even then she hadn't permitted her son to feed from it. Odd how the combination of the ramming cock and the sucking mouth sent her to dizzying new heights of ecstatic wonder. Her arms crushed his firm, youthful body to hers as his chest pressed against her belly and his groin pounded into her fulcrum. Her fingers tightened their already firm grip on his ass and helped him to plunge back and forth.
"So good," she mumbled, "so good. Keep on fucking, Tommy. Keep on fucking it into me. Thatta boy! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! Keep going and don't ... UHHHHHH ... stop. OHHHHHH ... THAT FEELS ... SO-O-O-O ... GOOD ... OH YES ... YES ... YES ... YES!!!"
He pulled his feet up under him, balancing himself on the balls of his soles; his ass working like a steam drill, plunging his tiny mass of cock into her broiling, bubbling swamp as his mouth continued working on her nipples; first the right, then the left. His hands gripped her waist tightly, his fingers squeezing her tender woman's flesh. Each time his groin came slamming forward, the fuzz-covered pubis came in contact with the tickling curls covering her own puffy mound, and the sensation drove him even wilder.
"That's it," she told him. "That's the way. Keep on doing it. Don't stop now. Whatever you do, don't stop now. OH GOD ... I CAN FEEL IT! I can really feel it. It's working its way up through my body ... oh yessssss ... wonderful ... mmmmmm ... AUHHHHHH ... UNNNGGG...."
His pistoning ass was no longer working in rhythm. It was obvious from the erratic, wild way he was slinging his cock into her that he no longer had control over his inner sensations. He was on the verge of a climax.
Wait for me, she silently pleaded. Wait for me. I'm almost there.
"I ... I'M COM ... COM ... COMING ... I CAN FEEL ... FEEL IT ... OH GODDD ... here it commmesss ... EEE YAHHHHH...."
She writhed madly under him, bucking and churning, turning and twisting, pressing his face into her breast, shoving as much of her tit into his mouth as could fit while her thighs clenched together and her calves shoved him as deep as possible.
And then, at the peak of her orgasm, she felt a flood of hot, youthful spray as he shot his sticky load into her. He slammed unceasingly into her, striving to literally push the sperm from his cock into her seething tunnel. His mouth bit down hard on her nipple, almost cutting into it. And then, unable to hold his breath any longer, he opened his mouth and gasped for air, releasing her nipple. The minutes of orgasm passed all too quickly for both of them.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sue let Tommy sleep for awhile afterward. Then he finished mowing the lawn. She paid him twenty dollars and drove him home.
Sid, as usual, was late coming home. His work was occupying more and more of his time.
By eleven o'clock he was finally finishing his supper.
"Have a good day today?" he asked absently as they got ready for bed.
"Sure," she replied. "I was almost raped, was saved by a twelve-year-old boy, and then was soundly fucked by the boy afterward."
"That's nice," he yawned. "My day was boring, too."
But Sue Berne no longer felt hot, bothered, and over anxious when her husband's snores came rasping through the air a few minutes later. She was fast asleep herself.
Saturday morning, Sue slept late for the first time in a long time from mere satisfaction. When she awoke, Sid was up, but from the look of him she wouldn't get any action from him that particular day. He was getting ready to paint the garage. Sid's idea of a good time was to do household chores. He was getting old before his time.
The trouble with getting fucked as solidly as she had the night before was it reawakened Sue's erotic appetite. Having gotten what she'd needed, she now wanted more.
Had she prayed, Sue could not have hoped for a better answer than the one she received. It came in the form of a phone call from her friend, Terry.
"How do you like the youth center?" Terry asked.
"It's a lot more interesting than I thought," she replied. "I'm into the same program you're involved in. You know, bringing a boy home to help with the chores, giving him something to do so he won't go running out into the streets. And in the meanwhile, he has a chance to pick up some extra money."
"Which boy did you take?" Terry asked.
"Tommy Waite."
"That little roughneck. I never thought anybody'd ever be able to tame him."
"He's coming along very nicely."
"Sue, the reason I'm calling is to ask if you'd be interested in meeting a very young friend of mine."
"Oh? Another problem child?"
"Hardly. Rhandir is just the opposite. He's from India, and is learning to be a yogi, a kind of holy man. One of the requisites is celibacy. At his age, thirteen, it's no great problem. But as he gets older, his gonads will become more active. At any rate, he arrived from India last night, and my husband, who is into yoga, insisted he stay here with us. George and I do have to go visiting this afternoon. It was an appointment George made before he knew the yogi was coming over. We would take Rhandir with us, but he has to stay and meditate until three o'clock. I was wondering if you'd come over and keep him company. Or, if you wish, I can send him there."
"Sid is painting the garage," Sue replied. "The whole house smells of paint and turpentine. I'd better come over there. What time are you leaving?"
"At one. I'm really sorry to bother you, Sue, but Rhandir is a stranger here, and I don't want him alone."
"Still, a holy man at thirteen?"
"In India it isn't unusual. All holy men get 'the call' at an early age. He's a nice-looking boy, even if he's a little stuck up."
"Stuck up?"
"He thinks women are impure vessels designed by the devil-to be resisted by all true men."
"Sounds like he could use a bit of pussy already."
"Forget it. I teased him all last night. Couldn't make him budge. He's dedicated."
"Sure. Okay, Terry. I'll be there at one."
Terry lived in another, nearby village. At twenty to one, Sue got into her Regency Olds and drove to Terry's house. Terry, and her husband George, greeted Sue when she rang the bell, then pointed Rhandir out to her. He was a youthful Indian boy, turban and all, wearing a long satin robe. He was sitting in the lotus position out on the terrace at the back of the house.
"He'll be like that until about three o'clock," Terry told Sue. "Don't pay any attention to him until then."
Sue shrugged and watched Terry and George go. Then she settled herself in the living room, watching some ancient Mexican horror movie that had been dubbed into English.
The terrace was visible from where she was sitting, and she could see the young Indian boy at his meditations. He had a nice-looking face. And she could see his body was slender and well cared for. He seemed to be starting at her, yet, if all she'd read about Buddhists was true, he wasn't seeing her at that moment. He was communicating with all life.
Sue wasn't a religious girl. She never would be. Her parents hadn't been overly religious people, and they hadn't taught her any kind of religion. Sid, her husband, was as totally irreligious as she. It was another of the things about her that had attracted him.
The early part of the afternoon went by very slowly. Sue was bored to tears. The itch between her two big toes was getting stronger, and she needed a good cock to scratch it. Hell! Even a bad cock would do at that particular moment. Any cock at all.
It was three fifteen when the youth rose from his position and walked into the living room.
"Good afternoon," he said, bowing. "I was told you would look after my simple needs while my host and hostess were away. Would it be possible for you to fix me a cup of rice and some tea?"
"Certainly," Sue nodded.
She rose, turned off the TV set, and went into the kitchen with the youth following her. He sat at the kitchen table while she found the rice and boiled a small amount of it. She also prepared a cup of tea for him.
"Would it be all right if I took a cup of tea for myself?" she asked.
"In my country it is forbidden for one of my sect to associate with any woman of the opposite sex," he told her.
"We're not in your country now," she replied. "People in this country live by a different set of rules. If I were of your faith I might be bound by your rules."
"True," he nodded. "But then, that is why I have come here. There are many of your people who lack all faith and are badly in need of one. I am bringing my faith to them."
"But suppose we don't want your faith?" Sue asked, pouring two cups of tea.
"I am not here to force my beliefs on anyone. Yet there are those who follow my way who have had much peace because of it."
"Indeed," she nodded, "Yet before you preach your gospel, don't you think you should know what you preach against?"
"I am quite well versed in the iniquities of your country," he told her with a superior look on his face.
"So you say," she smiled back, a contemptuous smirk on her own face. "You preach the evils of coupling, yet you know it is only by such coupling that the human race can continue to exist."
"Ah, but you see, the continuance of the human race is, in itself, an evil. It must be stopped."
"Sounds like a strange kind of Buddhism to me."
"There is more than one Buddha. I follow the one who preaches celibacy."
"But how do you know fornication is evil without having tried it?"
"Woman, it is mortal sin to even speak of such things."
"Only in your own country, among your own followers. Face it, Rhandir; all you're going to do is succeed in wiping out your own believers who will die out from lack of continuance. All other faiths and non-faiths will continue to exist because they will continue to practice what you are against."
"What you say has merit," he admitted, "yet I know in my heart coition is evil."
"What's evil about it? It brought you to the world. Surely that can't be considered evil."
"Out of evil a certain amount of good can come to pass."
Sue was fast becoming aroused. To get fucked by this so-called youthful holy man would really be something. She knew she'd be able to get to him. She just knew it. He was human in spite of everything. Being human, he had to occasionally get a hard-on. Only old men without prostates or whose bodies suffered from some kind of internal disease couldn't raise erections. And this was a boy of thirteen.
"I think," she said, "that before you continue calling incontinence a sin, you should have some first-hand experience concerning it."
"What is this you are trying to say," he asked, sipping his tea. "Are you trying to get me involved in something evil?"
"To fight evil, one must get to know it. What better way to learn about it first-hand than to indulge in it."
"Never!" the boy snapped, standing. "You are a vile temptress. Yours is an iniquitous body, a vessel of evil."
"My body is a sacred vessel," she snapped back, "and far from evil. My body is the vessel to be used by yours to purge it of all its inner temptations. For only by using my body can you remove these temptations from your path."
"One must not sidestep temptation," he replied. "One must resist it as I have resisted it."
"Have you?" Sue asked. "Let's see how well you resist temptation."
"Nothing you say or do will change me."
"Would you care to make a small wager about that?" she asked.
"My soul against yours? If I win, you'll follow my way unthinkingly...."
"And if I win?" she asked.
"Why then, you'll be free to pursue your own way as you wish."
"And you?"
"I must continue to follow my destiny."
"Who charted this destiny for you? What God appeared to you and told you what you must do? No, Rhandir. Keep your soul. I don't want it. Nor will I surrender my soul to you. I want your body."
"NEVER!!!" he shouted, standing up.
"Look at me, young yogi," she smiled, unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse. "Look at this temple you call iniquitous and tell me you can resist it."
His eyes were shining, as if pleading for strength from heaven as perspiration broke out on his brow. He was staring at her, watching as she removed her blouse and put it on the back of a chair.
Very slowly now, smiling, she slipped her bra straps down over her shoulders, then let the garment fall to the floor, revealing her full, swollen globes to him in all their glory. His eyes instantly dropped to the full, inviting spheres of tan flesh centered by chocolate aureolae and thick nipples.
"Back, woman," he whispered, shivering as she approached him. "You are the devil sent to tempt me. I will not be tempted."
"And you are less than a man," she whispered. "You are a puling thirteen year old boy who makes sounds like a man but who hasn't the least bit of true masculinity in him."
"You lie," he snapped. "For all my thirteen years I am twice the man you could hope to meet anywhere. I have the strength to resist you, and I will do so."
"Strength?" she mocked. "Is it strong to be impotent? There is no strength in you; only weakness. A strong man would show me his phallus in all its stiff, upright glory. He would put his hands on me, caress me, and allow me to caress him. A strong man would make love to me until I was worn out, and still have the strength to do even more. You aren't a strong man. You're a weak little boy trying to ape a strong man."
"I am strong," he roared. "I will prove I am strong. I will show you I am affected, yet I shall not succumb to your wiles."
He pulled off his satin robe and stood before her in only a loin cloth. Heavy perspiration bathed his entire body.
Sue walked right up to him and reached down. She took his unresisting hand, raised it, and placed the palm against her tit. His fingers seemed to close around her dark berry of nipple almost instantly. His thumb began moving back and forth against it, rubbing it, and flames of desire raced through her body.
His mouth began twitching, joined by a pulsing blue vein beneath the dark skin at his temple.
"My body is a sacred vessel," she repeated, "and you are going to flood my vessel, filling it to the brim."
Sue felt her blood pounding in her body. Pulses in her temples, throat, and wrists hammered madly. She was winning, just as she knew she would. She was winning.
Reaching down once more, she tugged on his loin cloth. It came apart and fell to his feet. She saw his slender, dark penis, pulsing and twitching as his eyes never left her body and his hand continued toying with her titty. It looked solid enough, though it was not much longer than the pink one belonging to Tommy Waite. The heavy ring of dark curls surrounding it was much thicker than the lint-like fuzz on Tommy's pelvis. But pubic hair did not make a man.
Undoing her skirt, Sue let it drop to the floor, then she tugged down her panties, letting him see her pussy for the first time.
"Look at it," she commanded, noting his eyes had dropped from her breasts to her pubis. "It's called a cunt in this country. You people call it a yoni. See the light ring of dark fur surrounding it? It looks like a tiny household pet, doesn't it? Want to know something? It behaves like a pet, as well. It likes being caressed and petted. Come on, Rhandir. Cuddle it."
She reached down, took his other hand, and guided his fingers toward her heating pussy. When the tip of his finger touched her ring of hair, he hesitated.
"Afraid, Rhandir?" she mocked. "Of course you are. You don't have the courage to continue."
"Evil woman," he hissed. "You will not conquer me.
But his hand continued moving inward and the tip of his finger began lightly caressing the sopping tissue of her pussyflesh. The instant his fingertip touched her cunt, he froze. He didn't pull his hand away, but he didn't move it any farther forward, and meanwhile his other hand stopped toying with her nipple and remained still. He was breathing heavily, and the perspiration was falling off him in gallons.
"Rub it!" she ordered. "Rub it, Rhandir. Rub it NOW!"
Reaching out, she let her fingers lightly touch his face. He shuddered and sighed quietly as his finger slid high up into her creaming crevice.
"THAT'S IT," she breathed, sighing now, thrilling to the way his dark finger rubbed in and out of her. "THAT'S THE WAY! This is the time for you to get a good look at the evil you'll be fighting. On your knees, Rhandir. On your knees and look at it closely."
"No!" he snapped. "What kind of evil do you perpetrate? I will no longer be a party to this."
But his finger didn't stop moving in and out of her pussy, even though the other hand had fallen from her breast. It rubbed her cunnus with more and more strength, and she sighed all the louder.
Walking backwards out of the kitchen, Sue noticed the young boy was moving with her, continuing to move his finger through the wet channel of her twat. Suddenly she pulled away from him, turned and walked into the bedroom Rhandir had been using.
He hurried after her. Yes, she had him now. She had him good.
"Lie down on the bed, Rhandir," she instructed.
He obeyed her, his dark penis stabbing at the air above him as it twitched from side to side. She sat on the bed beside him and her hand came down, touching the quivering prong. Instead of clutching it tightly as she had Tommy's, she caressed it gently, feeling the hot, quivering membranes of his burning phallus tremble in her stroking palm.
"You have a solid little prick after all," she commented. "When you grow up it should be one helluva cock. And to think you want to let it go to waste. With a little practice you could probably put Vatsayana to shame.
With her fingertip she circled the ridge of his corona, feeling the way it throbbed and swelled.
"I didn't know you people were circumcised," she said, smiling. "I guess it's a sanitary practice being put into effect all over the world."
Her hand lightly stroked and petted his balls. The hairless skin seemed to blaze hotly beneath her tingling fingertips. Cupping his balls, she bounced them lightly in her palm, watching the way the scrotum was already tightening around the swollen marbles inside.
"Celibacy, huh?" she mocked. "Look at how stiffly your little cock is standing, dying to be properly put to use. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, denying your pecker the right to fill a cunt. Christ! I wonder how many wet dreams you must have."
Dipping her head, she stuck out her tongue and let it circle the corona.
Rhandir jumped as if he'd been touched with a hotwire. His thigh muscles instantly tightened and Sue heard him suck in his breath with a long, loud gasp. She continued teasing the head of his cock, moistly tracing little circles over the spongy top again and again.
After a moment she opened her lips to form an ellipse and slowly pressed his hotly throbbing prick into the warm, flushed moistness of her sucking mouth. She let it slide in deeper and deeper until it touched the back of her throat. It was longer than she'd originally believed. Her tonguing must have made it grow even larger. She began moving the suctioning closeness of her mouth up and down in a regulated slurping, letting his shank slither throbbingly between her lips.
With each bob of her head she slid the marble-solid cock as far in as she could, though it never reached in far enough to gag her. She noticed the prick had a taste all its own, differing completely from the taste of Tommy's or Sid's. Her head began bobbing faster, increasing its tempo, using her tongue, making it flutter along the underside, causing him to squirm.
"I feel something," he cried out. "I feel something ... I don't know what. It must be ... my seed ... rising. Don't disgrace me further. It is a sin for me to unleash my seed in a woman. PLEASE ... AHHH, PLEAAASSSEEE!!"
She could feel the throbbing tube in the underside of his cock begin to pulsate strongly, and she knew he was about to come.
"All right, sonny," she said to herself. You don't want to shoot in my mouth, fine."
Without uttering a sound, she took her lips off his pulsating cock and stood up, stepping away just as he fired gouts of sperm into the air. The white cream shot halfway across the room, falling in globs on the carpet. His cock continued firing, and the spurts spread all over his belly. He was gasping for air, clawing the bed as he continued shooting little dribbles of semen.
"Now," she told him, approaching him again, "let's see how manly you are. I pulled my mouth from you and kept you from unleashing your spunk in me. Let's see you do something for me."
"What is it you wish?" he asked, thoroughly cowed.
"Put your mouth to my womanly pussy and lick it. Now!"
"You would make me, a yogi, a guru, put my mouth to your unholy temple?" he asked.
"The rite of Auparishtaka is extended only to men?" she asked. "A true man takes no favors without offering something in return. I have given you a certain amount of release, and now you no longer feel the overpowering need to be tempted by a woman. Yet you refuse me this."
"No," he told her. "I will do this. So far you have not forced me to commit the great sin of coition. And it is true you have released a tremendous pressure from inside me."
Sue sat on the edge of the bed and parted her thighs. Rhandir rose from the bed and knelt before her. As he did so, she parted her loins, giving his face complete access to her pussy. Sue felt him timidly press his nose against it, and then experimentally lick out with his tongue and lap at the rim of her pussy. Already she could tell from the way his tongue was tentatively tasting her that he would enjoy himself. He licked lightly at first, then lapped a little more strongly, quickly becoming attuned to the tender flesh and the aromatic scent. His tongue began playing with greater speed against the hairy wet slash, probing a bit into her furrow, licking a little deeper each time.
Abruptly, like a flash of lightning, his tongue probed into her as an overpowering desire took possession of him. He lanced his slurping tongue as far into her as it would go, licking madly at the hot, seething cuntwalls. He licked wildly from one side to the other, draining the juices from inside her as she began lubricating heavily, tasting her deliciousness.
Sue began moaning and shuddering as his formerly-virgin tongue began rolling into high gear, slurping through her slavering trough with an increasingly excited tempo. The thrill of the youth's tongue licking in and out, probing through her bubbling bog, lapping insanely, slurping out all the fiery brandy she was emitting was an exciting tingle she hadn't enjoyed for longer than she cared to remember. And for one committed to avoiding this, the young guru was doing a superb job. With practice he would get better, but he certainly wasn't lax in the way he went about eating her out.
He was enjoying it. She could tell from the way his tongue lapped through her, he was getting as much of a charge from gobbling her as she was getting from feeling his tongue slither through her teeming nest.
He was trying to glut himself with her secretions. He drank more and more of the heavy, oily fluid spilling from her, cramming his mouth with the liquid, never seemingly able to get enough.
Sue tightened her pillarly loins around his eager young face, pressing his nose and mouth tightly into the steaming center of her flooded pit. She felt his tongue sluice through her seething channel again and again as his hands reached under her and cupped the full cheeks of her tight ass, squeezing them tightly in order to keep her steady so he could go about eating her out more thoroughly.
This was something the boy had never counted on. He was enjoying this "evil" far more than he realized. The oyster-like taste of her leaking pussy was a delight to his taste-buds. He had never known a woman could mean so much in the life of a man. The raw, watery passion-cave through which his tongue moved had his body yearning for her all over again. He could feel his lingam, his stolid little cock, suddenly flowering forth and hardening again; a stiff erect mast in need of attention.
His face pressed itself deeper into her creaming gash. His tongue reached up as far into her as it could go, making Sue shudder madly.
His nose was rubbing against a fleshy bit of hardness; her clit. Sue felt the tip of his nose moving up and down against it as he continued eating her out. When she sensed him becoming aware of what the pressure of his nose was doing to her clitoris, she felt his tongue withdraw from her watering hole and press flatly against the oversensitive button. He pushed his tongue against it-hard, making Sue wriggle even more passionately. Her body began bounding up and down on the mattress, and she writhed insanely when he pushed a finger into the hole from which his tongue had been drinking while continuing to use his oral digit on her clitoral blister.
She felt he was using only one hand to hold her buttocks in place with his fingers widely spread to hold her steady. She wondered whether or not his probing into her asshole with his forefinger was, therefore, an accident. She felt the finger press against the rictus, and as she bounced up and down, it began moving into her. The faster she pounded her ass into the mattress, the deeper the finger sank. It seemed to move into her with the same cadent rhythm his other finger was using to probe her pussy.
"That's it, you hot little bastard," she whispered. "CHRIST! You really have me going. Sonofabitch, what a TONGUE you have."
Her thighs rubbed tightly against his youthful, smooth face, and his fingers slicing into her steaming cunt managed to rub all four walls while his tongue continued its maddening friction against her excited clit. She groaned out loud, afraid to scream lest Terry's neighbors hear her and come running to investigate.
And then she could feel her climax suddenly arise, as if out of nowhere, and slam into her with the power of a falling brick wall. She hoped and prayed he wouldn't pull away at the last second.
"SUCK IT," she gurgled hoarsely, pressing her hands on his head to let him know she wanted him to continue. "SUCK IT, SUCK IT, LICK MY CLIT ... you yogi bastard ... OOOOOOH ... KEEP ON MUFFDIVING ... SUCK ... SUCK ... AHHH ... OOOOOOH ... YES ... YES ... YES ... essssss ... I'M ... uunngghhhhh h ... C-O-O-M-M-I-N-N-N-G-G-G!!!"
Her pelvis twitched and slammed him in the mouth as he continued draining the fluids from her spurting hole. He drank as if her cunt were the fountain of youth. His tongue never seemed satisfied, and even when her flow of womanly wine ceased, he licked into her in an effort to lick the residue from her inner walls.
When she was unable to stand his licking anymore, she grabbed his ears and finally pulled his head up.
"Tell me about evil, young guru," she whispered, pulling his face to hers, pressing her mouth to his and licking her cunt water from inside his mouth as she kissed him. She tasted his tongue as it slid between her lips to bathe in the wetness of her mouth. It made her pull his head forward and nuzzle at his lips, drawing the intimate kiss out.
"Now you will fuck me," she finally breathed, when his mouth came away from hers. "You will fuck me deep, long, and hard."
"It ... it ... is not fitting that I should lie upon the breasts of a woman," he muttered. "I have given my most solemn oath that I will never let a woman's breasts press into my chest. To break that oath would mean the loss of all I believe in. I cannot fuck with you, sweet woman."
Sweet woman. No longer evil temptress. Very good, very good. Well, she was hardly one to make the youth break an oath. Yet she would be fucked.
"You can fuck me," she told him, standing up. "And you can do so without our lying belly-to-belly."
Bending over the bed, she presented him with her buttocks, saying, "Bring that prick forward. Bend your knees a little and it'll slide right into my cunt from the rear. Go ahead."
She saw him hesitating, staring at the cheeks of her ass, and he began trembling again.
Shit! she thought. Don't let him stuff up with that sanctimonious righteousness bullshit. Come on, Rhandir.
He came closer, his dark, young cock as firmly resolute in aiming at its target as the rest of him was shaky. He bent his knees a little, then slowly moved forward, humping his hips back and forth until she could feel the head of his dark peg reaching into her.
His pulsing prick began its slow entry, and Sue began shivering madly. She felt his hot belly press into her buttocks and she began trembling with anticipation.
His arms looped themselves around her hips, clutching her belly, then he began slowly pushing forward, feeling sweet, delightful resistance rub his cock on all sides as he pressed it as far into her as it would go. She could feel the fuzzy dark hairs of his pubis scrub her asscheeks, and she hoisted her ass the littlest bit higher, allowing him slightly better access to her creaming pussy. And then she felt his tiny balls rub against her clit.
His thighs were swiftly moving, pistoning back and forth as if he'd done it all his life. He grunted and groaned with each inward thrust as the drawstrings of Sue's inner labia tightened their grip on his cock as if trying to squeeze the white glue from his cock the way one would compress toothpaste from a tube.
The jackhammering speed with which he thrust into her increased as the ravenous need he thought he'd never feel pressed through his cock in violent tremors.
"Thatta boy, Rhandir," she called out. "DO ME! DO ME GOOD! Oh yes. Prove that stick of yours is good for something other than pissing."
The forceful pronging in her pussy thrust Sue forward until she lay with her face pressed into the bed, her nose sniffing a drop of spunk he'd let fall on the covers, before. She was panting, gasping for air as the fire in her lungs threatened to overcome her and suffocate her.
She felt him fall on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, plunging his unbending prick farther and farther into the groove of her vagina. He was thrusting hard, using tremendous force to slam his meaty little cock into her steaming slot.
Sue felt another orgasm welling up inside her. This one telegraphed its arrival. She knew she was coming, and sent her buttocks humping up and down as her hands clawed at the bed.
"ARRRGGGHHH!" she gutturally screamed. "OHHH ... YESSS ... HERE IT COMES ... NNNNNN-G-G-G-G-G-G-H-H-H-A-A-A-R-G-G-G-H-H-H...."
"It is a sin for my seed to enter a woman," she heard him cry out while still in the throes of her crisis. "Yet I cannot stop myself. I will commit myself to never entering Nirvana."
His voice was a crying whimper that knifed through her pleasure. He had given her so much pleasure, she didn't dare let it finish with him thinking he had committed some ultimate evil and was therefore unworthy to continue as a guru. Even if she knew it was a lot of hogwash, she couldn't let him suffer a mental breakdown because of her. If he did, it might eventually come out that she was the cause of it, and once again her name would be smeared all over.
Loosening the muscles of her cunt, she pulled forward. His cock came out of her just as his spunk began shooting, spurting all over her back and ass. One blast even hit her on the back of the neck. She could feel his pecker pressed against her ass, pulsating and jumping each time it shot another wad.
Finally they both cooled off. Rhandir, weak as he was, found a washcloth in the bathroom and washed his seed off her body.
"There is more to woman than I'd believed," he confessed afterwards.
CHAPTER SIX
Sue remained with Rhandir until Terry and her husband returned. During that time they spoke about a lot of things. By the time she left, she was convinced the boy had learned more in that one afternoon with her than he'd learned through studying the multitude of other things his religion required.
Most important, she had firmly done away with any self-recrimination he might suffer because of what happened between them. None of his "holy" seed had entered her, nor had he felt her breasts against his own chest. And she had shown him the true meaning of fornication, if only to help him fight it, though she had a premonition that, with the passing of years, he would harp less and less on the evils of sex.
The next day, Sunday, she and Sid went visiting. They went to see a cousin of Sid's who lived in the large, nearby city. And once again the old adage of, it never rains but it pours, seemed to come true.
Sid's cousin, Herb, lived in a penthouse high atop what was supposed to have been a luxury apartment house. The trouble was, everyone with money no longer wanted to live in the city, and so the rents had tumbled, and Herb Berne lived in a duplex designed for someone earning about twenty times what he was earning. Herb, and his wife Yolande, had been scheduled to go with Sid and Sue to see a play, afterwhich they were to go to a restaurant. But Herb and Yolande were ready to call the whole thing off.
Herb's youngest son, Bob, only twelve years old, had been ill. It hadn't been polio, though the boy had been convinced it was, and as a result was convinced he was paralyzed. Herb had hired a nurse to look after the boy, but the nurse had phoned that day to let him know she had another emergency, and wouldn't be able to come in until the following day.
"So you see," Herb was saying to them as they stood in his large living room. "Yolande and I can't really go out and leave Bob alone."
"Look," Sue told them. "You two have had enough problems, of late. Why don't you take Sid and go on to the show. Sid needs a little relaxation. He's been working too hard. I've been working with boys at a youth center. I think I can handle Bobby."
"Bob," Herb cautioned. "He hates to be called Bobby."
"Well Bob, then. Look, I'd love to look after him. And the three of you can really enjoy yourselves. Go on."
"Are you sure?" Sid asked. "I mean, I could stay here...."
"And then Herb and Yolande would want to stay here, as well. No. The three of you get out of here and enjoy yourselves. Most of Bob's illness is psychosomatic, anyway. Who knows, maybe I can talk him into feeling a little better."
"I doubt it," Yolande shrugged. "But if you think you can do something, you have our blessing."
After five more minutes of arguing, Sue finally convinced the others to leave. She shooed them out the door, then went to see Bob.
Bob was a big boy for his age. He was five feet nine inches tall, and on the stout side. The moment Sue saw him, she knew part of his feeling of inferiority stemmed from his being so tall at an early age. People didn't tend to think of him as a twelve year old, but as a boy much older. So when he acted like he was twelve, he got disapproving looks.
"Hi, Bob," Sue said, coming into the room. "Hi, Cousin Sue," he nodded, lying in his bed with his covers tucked tightly around his legs.
Sue could see the boy was a complete introvert. At first he didn't feel like talking about anything. He would answer any questions she would ask, but otherwise he was sullenly silent.
"You know, you're growing into quite a handsome man," she told him.
"Yeah," he nodded, absently.
"Tell me, Bob, do you have any friends?"
"Most of my friends are my own age," he answered. "But they don't seem to feel things the way I do. I mean, listening to them talk, they're interested in things I first came to know about two years ago. I feel like I'm moving too fast for them, and yet not fast enough for my own folks."
"That's because your body is growing faster than you might normally expect. You're starting to feel things your friends won't feel for another two years, yet."
"I guess."
"For instance, what do you know about sex?"
The boy began blushing instantly.
"Well, well," Sue said. "Looks like our Bob knows something more than he's will to concede. Tell me, Bob, do you masturbate?"
He reddened even more.
"You can talk to me," she assured him. "I won't tell anyone."
"That's not the kinda thing a kid talks about, Cousin Sue."
"What does a kid talk about, Bob? Would you care to tell me why you're so unhappy?"
"Aside from the fact that my legs are paralyzed, I'm not unhappy."
"Yes you are, Bob. Because if you were happy, you'd be over this paralysis."
"You tryin' to tell me it's all in my mind?"
"Well you really feel it, Bob. To you it's as real as everything in this room." She pointed to the various articles of furniture. "But I think it's real because you want it to be real."
"Maybe," he admitted with surprising frankness.
"But you won't tell me why you're unhappy."
"Well heck, I don't know if I really know why."
"So you won't talk about what makes you happy, and you won't talk about what makes you sad."
"You mean jerking off makes me happy, so I should talk about it with you, huh?"
"Crudely put, but yes."
"What's to talk about? I take it in my hand, wait until it gets hard, squeeze it and yank on it until I shoot, and that's all there is to it."
"Do you fantasize when you do it?"
"Huh?"
"Do you daydream?"
"Oh, sure. I guess every guy does."
"Do you think about anyone in particular?"
"Usually some girl at school, or maybe a movie star."
"Did you ever think of me?"
"No," he replied, honestly. "But I'll probably think of you next time I do it."
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to really make love to a girl or a woman?"
"Sure. But I'm only twelve, going on thirteen. I figure I have a way to go before some girl breaks down and lets me diddle her."
"You talk as if you're an unattractive boy."
"C'mon, Cousin Sue. Let's you and me stop fooling, huh. Girls who are older than me aren't interested in me. Girls my own age think I'm either too old-looking or too fat. I mean, let's stop playin' around."
"If you had the chance to do something with a girl, would you be able to keep quiet about it and not brag to your friends?"
"Sure. Got a friend who'd be interested?"
"Suppose I told you I'm the one who's interested."
"Quit kidding, Cousin Sue. You're married to Cousin Sid."
"So what? I'm offering you me, on the basis that you won't tell anyone what's happened between us."
"Heck, it'd be a swell deal if I could move my legs."
Sue was wearing a brown suit and a white blouse. She took off her suit jacket and put it on the back of a small, straight-backed chair.
"Tell you what," she told him, slipping off her shoes and sitting in the chair. "I'll start doing a striptease. I'll take off one garment of clothing for every step you take toward me. I figure it'd take you six steps to get from the bed to where I'm sitting. I'll make it easy by giving you the first garment free." And she peeled off her slacks, revealing her smooth, tanned, hairless legs with the pink pantie covering her upper thighs and ass. She kept her knees together so he couldn't see between her legs.
"I ... can't walk, and you know it," he snapped. "You're cock-teasing me, and I don't like it."
"I'm not teasing you," she replied. "I'm offering you me, if you're willing to come and get me."
"Hell!" the young boy snapped, hot tears running out of his eyes. "This isn't funny. You shouldn't play games with me like this."
"I'm not playing, Bob. If you want me, come and get me."
Bob pulled back the covers and sat up. Then slowly, very slowly, he put his feet on the floor.
"They'll never hold my weight," he gasped, looking down.
"Oh yes they will," she retorted. "Your legs are as strong as ever. Now come on, stand up."
Grabbing the headboard of his bed, Bob used it to lever himself to his feet. He stood slowly, and more than once he almost fell. But he finally stood upright.
"Very good," Sue smiled, unbuttoning her blouse. "We're making headway."
"Just suppose I do manage to get to you," he asked, "what do we do, then. That chair is too flimsy for us to do anything sitting in it."
"So we'll walk back to the bed together," she answered, removing the blouse and letting it fall to the floor, revealing the firmness of her two breasts, encased as they were in her bra.
Still holding onto the head of his bed, Bob took a tentative step forward.
"See," Sue told him. "You weren't paralyzed. It wasn't even psychosomatic with you. You wanted everyone to think you were handicapped so they would pity you."
Bob took another step, releasing the headboard and moving away from it. Sue reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and said, "Come on, Bob. Come and get me."
As he took his next step she removed her bra and dropped it on the floor beside her blouse. She watched his eyes bulge as they stared at her breasts. She purposely sighed, making them jiggle a little. He watched the dancing brown centers of her nipples as the cool air in the room caressed them and made them enlarge a little.
As he stared, he had to admit they were nice tits. Hell! Except for his mother's hanging paps he'd never seen a woman's tits before, though he had seen photos. Cousin Sue's stood up very nicely. Already he could feel something happening to his cock. It was growing as it did when he read the copies of Penthouse his father kept in his room. God! He felt funny inside. His pajama pants, already a bit tight on him, suddenly got a lot tighter.
"Come on, Bob," Sue urged. "You like what you see. Take another step and you'll see a lot more. Take two more after that and you'll be able to touch me."
Bob took another step forward, and Sue began pulling her panty down to her hips. His next step wasn't a stagger but an anxious step, and she tugged her pants down over her hips, letting them fall off her ankles to the floor. She spread her thighs now, letting him look at the hot nest between them.
She could see the boy's mouth watering now as droplets of saliva came dripping down the sides of his mouth. As he took the last step toward her, she rose, and his outstretched hand grabbed her right tit. The hand grabbed hard and began to squeeze, the palm pressing against her growing nipple. Thrilling tingle shuddered through her nipple into the rest of her body as she felt the heat of his palm press against her aureole.
He was standing directly in front of her now, taller than she, but with a look of innocence on his face that made her want to cradle him to her bosom. One wrong move, one foolish word, and the boy would dissolve into a well of self-pity from which he might never emerge. She had to handle him as if his outer flesh had been ripped away and his nerves were exposed. The right kind of light pressure would arouse and titillate him. One wrong word, one wrong move, and he would feel anguish.
"Back to the bed," she whispered, leaning forward and planting a light kiss on his mouth.
It was the first kiss he'd ever received in an erotic way, and he responded by releasing her breast and wrapping both arms around her in a strong bearhug, pressing his mouth to hers, almost bending her backwards he kissed back so hard.
Gently she peeled her lips from his and said, "Slowly, Bob. We have the whole afternoon. Your parents and my husband won't be back for hours. I took the precaution of putting the chain on the front door, so even if they come back before we're ready, we'll have time to dress."
"You planned this?" he asked as they walked to the bed.
"Yes," she admitted.
"You mean you want me?"
"Bob, you may only be twelve years old, but I find you very desirable."
"You gotta be kidding."
"I don't kid about things like this. You have a nice body."
"It's a fat body."
"It's the fat of puberty," she told him. "It'll all go away as you grow up. You'll see."
"Fat is fat."
"No. I won't even try to explain why your cherubic body is more delightful than that of men twenty or thirty pounds lighter. But you do have one thing many a man wish he had."
"What?"
"Bob, haven't you noticed the size of your erection?"
"What's to notice. All men have erections."
"But Bob, you have more than seven inches there, and you're only twelve years old. Can you imagine what it will look like when you're eighteen, or older?"
"I never much thought about it."
"Heck, if the girls in your school knew how big that cock of yours was, they'd be falling over themselves standing in line to receive what you have to offer."
"Don't say things to make me feel good, Cousin Sue."
"Bob, stop behaving so foolishly. Would we be here now, like this, naked, if I weren't telling you the truth? You have a nice body. Take it from a woman who has seen her share of bodies in the past few days. The nicest part of your body is larger than that of most full-grown men. And that's the truth. God! I want to put that thing inside every hole I have to offer. I wonder just how many times you can come in the next three hours."
"Once, I jerked off five times in two hours," he told her.
"Jerking off is nothing like the real thing, Bob. The intensity of a come when you're in a woman's cunt or mouth is almost three times as powerful as when you're simply whacking off. Hey, look, I've got a great idea. Let's you and I go take a shower. You haven't been out of that bed for a little while, and I'll bet a shower would feel good."
"Okay," Bob agreed, and they headed toward the bathroom together after he removed his pajamas.
Once inside, Sue adjusted the stall shower until the temperature was just right. Then they stepped inside together. She could see Bob was ready to melt as certainly as a chocolate Santa Claus suddenly exposed to the rays of the desert sun. He was panting heavily, and as she turned toward him, leaning into him, pressing her full tits against his chest, she felt his hands grip her wet hips and press her against him. His throbbing cock was between them, pointing down and rubbing against her pubic hair.
"Gosh," he said, reminding her he was, after all, only twelve in spite of his height, "it feels so good, but what the heck do we do next?"
Pressing her lips into his chest, she kissed his tiny nipples hotly, making him squirm as her tongue licked out over the two of them.
"Oooh, that feels nice," he told her as her mouth moved up and down, from his throat to his belly, and back.
Suddenly she raised her face to his, puckering her lips, letting him know she wanted him to kiss her. It was a juicy, sucking kiss with the shower raining down on the two of them, but she could tell from the way he was trembling he was feeling currents of hot electricity shoot through her. His toes were curling against the tile floor and he was pressing his stanchion of hard cock against her pubic brush, feeling it rub up and down his hard length. Sticky, colorless oil was seeping from it and Sue wiggled and pressed herself against the staff, letting the liquid smear into her pelvis and hair.
With one hand cupping the nape of his neck, holding his head down so her lips could kiss his, she reached down with her other hand and used her fingertips to tease the throbbing underside of his cock. It made him jump.
Taking her lips from his, she said, "D'you think this monster of yours will fit inside me?"
"You mean you'll let me really do it?" he asked, excited.
"Do what?" she teased.
"You'll let me fuck you?"
"Well hell, that's why we're like this, isn't it?" she mused, kissing his cheek. "But we have to make sure it fits, don't we."
"Or maybe I could stretch my lips around it, at least around the tip, and suck on it like a big lollipop," she murmured, her finger sending chills through his twitching penis as she continued massaging it with her finger.
"If you say so," he breathed. "Oh gosh, anything, anything at all."
"But ... on the other hand it possibly might fit inside my cunt. We might give it a try. What d'you think, Bob?"
Bob wanted to reply but he felt as if a thick pad of steelwool was lodged in his throat.
"Remember, you'd have to push it in very gently. You don't want to hurt me," she giggled.
"Oh yes, yes," he nodded. "Any way you want."
"But one thing seems pretty certain. That heavy pole of your seems too thick to fit into my rectum. Tell me, did you ever consider stuffing it into a girl's rear end?"
"It ... wasn't one of the things I ... gulp ... thought about," he confessed. "Oh God! We're clean enough. Let's get outta the shower, his legs supporting him perfectly.
Sue permitted herself to be let out of the shower. Once outside, she sutured her body to his, tugging his face down so her mouth could plant another kiss on his lips. There was no way he could deny her.
Her fist reached down and tightly clenched his throbbing penis, gripping it right near the base where it joined to his balls. She began tugging his organ back and forth very quickly, pressing her belly against the hot, spongy head. He could feel the heavy brush of her pelvic hair as it rubbed against his thigh.
"Cousin Sue," he squealed, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna shoot my load too quickly."
"That's all right, Bob," she assured him. "Relax and enjoy what's happening," she told him, jerking harder.
She pulled away from him and looked down at the heavy rod she was manipulating in her fist. She watched his bright red glans move back and forth in her grasp. The way he was pulling let her know he didn't want her to make him come this way. He did his best to pull away from her, but she wouldn't let go. She simply gripped the red cock all the more tightly. All his concentration was locked into the burning core of his cock. There was no way he could do anything now except stand there and let her finish.
"Ah, Cousin Sue, IT'S CUMMING, AAAaaaiiieee!!"
Suddenly he was shooting what seemed like a half pint of heavy cream, letting it splatter against her belly. The dripping glue trickled down her belly, into her belly button, leaking further down into the dark, hairy mass of cunt hair on her pubis. One puddle after another seemed to explode against her flesh and dribble down to the juncture between her thighs. And the whole time she kept jerking his penis back and forth, urging more of the heavy come-juice out. Finally his shriveling prick began losing impetus, and soon the blasts of come were just sticky drops falling onto her fist.
When she finally released his shrunken prick, Bobby staggered back against the sink, his eyes wide open like those of a little boy. There was no doubt he felt good all over, and yet he felt disappointed. He had expected so much more than to have her jack him off. Christ! And Cousin Sue was such a hot bitch.
He stood there, watching as she washed his sperm from her body, making herself smell of deodorant soap.
"I gotta admit it feels a lot better than when I do it," he told her. "Still, I was kinda hoping for something more."
"There's more to come," she assured him, taking a towel and rubbing him dry. "This was only a preliminary. I mean, you were really ready to come, Bob. If I'd let you stick your big fat cock inside me, you'd have shot a wad in almost no time. Where would that have left me? Nowheresville. No, Bob, I want a nice, long, strong, solid fuck, and the only way I could get that from you would be to take the edge off by making you have a preliminary orgasm."
"I guess," he shrugged, taking the towel from her and using it to dry her off.
At first he was almost afraid of rubbing against her. For an instant he felt as large and as clumsy as all his smaller friends made him feel. Sue was no dainty kewpie doll, but she seemed so fragile in comparison to him. But little by little he dried her off, his hands rubbing her ass an extra-long time. And when he finally dropped the towel, he cupped her tit, pressing the nipple between his pressuring thumb and forefinger.
She kissed him lightly and led him back to his bedroom. She sat him on the bed then plopped herself in his lap. It made believing all this a little harder for Bob. Was his cousin (by marriage) really sitting naked in his lap, squirming and rubbing her delightful asscheeks against his thigh? He kissed her lips, taking the initiative for the moment. She let him. She wanted him to feel like a man instead of a poor boob who had grown up too quickly and so had to pay for it.
His fingers played with her nipple, making the dark brown bullet swell and elongate. Then she felt his tongue try poking its way into her mouth for the first time, and she let him probe, touching her gums, her teeth, and her palate. Her own hands held his waist, rubbing it lightly, making him writhe where he sat, causing him to feel her weight and appreciate her being there all the more.
His penis was still limp, and she was actually sitting on it, unable to grab it, but her writhing was getting to him, and it was already beginning to swell a little. Sue could feel it beginning to rub against her ass. It felt good. Yes, this boy definitely had more than one shot in him.
"I'd like to taste that thick piece of meat you have down there," she whispered. "Any objections?"
"Heck, no," he told her, reddening.
"Good," she smiled, kissing him once more, then getting off his lap, she sank to her knees in front of him. Forcing his thighs farther apart, she noticed he was sitting back pushing his ass toward her. Her weightly breasts pressed against the insides of his thighs, making his cock suddenly straighten from a wiggly worm to a bending cobra, to a rigid, unyielding staff.
Smiling at him once, Sue bent her head and very, very slowly brought her face near his groin. The slowness was so maddening, Bob squirmed.
Sue stared at the thick piece of meat near her face. It was almost as long and as thick as that of her husband. When this boy was fully grown he would have some helluva cock. Her hot breath poured out all over it, making it twitch and bulge, and then the tip of her tongue peered out from between her lips. It pushed out further and further until it finally made contact with his shivering glans, touching it on its moist, leaking tip. She lapped the heavy, rubbery dome in tiny, circling licks.
Gripping the staff tightly with her fingers, she tasted the heat emanating from the burning head. As she licked it, the helmetshaped glans seemed to enlarge to an even greater size. The redness of the cock head created the impression of anger as it shone, glistening with her saliva. Her tongue pressed under the corona, rubbing the almost calloused ridge, then licked its way up the dividing line of the head and into the seeping eye. Again and again she repeated the licking maneuver, occasionally allowing her lips to close lightly around the glans and apply pressure, making his entire body shudder. She knew for a fact that if she hadn't made him come before, he would be blasting heavy globs of sperm down her throat that moment.
Little by little she began to lick in wider circles, letting her tongue move lower and lower on the solid shank. She moaned and sighed softly as she lapped, letting him know she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. It was as if she had an oversized lollipop in her mouth and she was sucking on it, thoroughly savoring its wonderful flavor. He had read about fellatio often enough, but he'd always wondered whether a woman would really enjoy doing it. Now he saw his cousin was getting a great thrill from sucking his penis. It made him enjoy it all the more to know she was getting pleasure from sucking.
She took a long time using the tip of her tongue to follow every little line in the outer skin of his phallic wand. Some of the patterns were complicated, and soon Bob was going mad with throbbing excitement. He wanted so much to shove the full, hot, thick, hard length of his teeming prick all the way into her mouth, ramming it down her throat. It took a tremendous amount of self-control on his part to remain impassively still and let her continue doing as she wished. He forced himself to just sit there and frustratedly enjoy the wonders her tongue was performing. Every now and again he emitted a long-suffering sigh.
Raising her head from his cock, she asked, "Have you ever thought about eating a woman?"
Pussygobbling had never really appealed to him in his masturbating dreams. Nor did he care for it when he read about it in his father's magazines. It was always depicted as something tasty and wonderful, but the idea of putting his mouth down there had never really turned him on ... until now. Yes, he would just love to taste Cousin Sue's cunt. And from the enjoyment he'd seen her get while eating his cock, he knew he'd love gobbling her. In fact, the thought of tasting every little part of her body suddenly charged him with tremendous desire for her as an individual rather than her merely being a female. He'd love to suck her toes, lick the soles of her feet, and work his way up to her mouth with a long layover at her cunt.
"I never considered eating a woman before," he told her, "but if you want me to eat you I'll go get me a fork and a knife."
"I don't think we need any utensils," he heard her say. "Your tongue and your lips are all I'll need. Just use them slowly and sensuously. You're not too young to understand the meaning of the word sensuous, are you?"
"I kinda figure I know what it means," he nodded.
He felt good, really good. For the first time in his life someone was interested in him for himself. She didn't think he was too tall for his age or too young for his height. And she hadn't tried bossing him around, telling him what was good for him. Rather, she was showing him what was good for him, and he was readily agreeing with her. This was one thing "good for him" he liked.
His thoughts were interrupted as she returned the pink circle of her lips to his pudendum. And this time she intended sucking in earnest, not just licking a little here and there, with a strong suck thrown in for good measure.
He parted his thighs more and his quivering center seemed to lift itself off the bed in order to give her better access to the meat she was tasting. Her tingling lips slowly surrounded his seething glans. They ringed the corona tightly, then slowly, very, very slowly they moved lower on his solid truncheon until she had more than a third of his seven inches fully enclosed in the tantalizing warmth of her sucking mouth. He stuttered and writhed as he felt the wet suction of her spiraling tongue tantalize and tease the meat as her mouth still moved lower.
She tightened her lips and sucked in her cheeks, and he trembled, feeling the pressure of her inner cheeks as they compressed around his meaty prong. All the while her tongue continued moving in different directions, flickering here and there, touching parts of his penis he never realized were so sensitive. He began wondering if any vagina could ever begin to satisfy him as thoroughly as Cousin Sue's mouth was doing. He was positive he was experiencing the absolute zenith in erotic pleasure.
He cried out weakly as she sucked her lips away, hearing the sound of her pulling mouth as it popped off his cock. She raised her head a little, and he could see a spider-web-thin strand of sticky ooze running in a curved line from her lips to the leaking hole in the tip of his tortured cock. Light coming in from the nearby window glistened off the lubricious strand until her tongue came out and broke it, licking in the part still on her lips.
"Like it?" she asked.
"OOOOOHHHHH, CHRIST, YES," he replied, sighing. "OH YES. I never thought anything in the world could feel that good.
She looked at him for a moment, then winked, more than happy to know she was having this effect on him. It was his own way of letting her know she was a true cocksueking artiste. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips again very slowly, letting him see the way her lips were moistened, then once again brought her mouth down to his trembling cock.
She seemed ready to return to the teasing way she had worked on him earlier, sucking only on the meaty, balloon-like blunted point of his shivering penis, sucking on it, then letting it "pop" out. She repeated this maneuver more than a dozen times while one hand gripped the heated pole of his erection and clutched it tightly. Her fist began tugging on it as she had tugged on it when jerking him off, earlier, though he could see the dark brown hair on her head flying up and down as she raised and lowered her mouth from his prick point. She did it with a lot of sound, and the noises of her sucking made him even hotter.
Then her head sank lower as she swallowed a quarter of his shivering prong. Her head came up and immediately went down again, this time engulfing a third of the solid meat. Her teasing lips slid up again only to once more slither down, swallowing fully half of his burning totem pole. Her tongue flattened out against the underside, licking and slurping loudly. This time when her head came up it stopped when the ring of her lips hooked themselves around the sensitive rim of his jutting corona. Her hand no longer clutched his cock. It moved under his balls, palming them, weighing them, hefting them as her mouth came sliding down again, this time taking fully three quarters of his hard, burning length, feeling the glans scrape her palate as it bounced off the back of her throat. Down her mouth traveled again, and this time four fifths of his steaming probe plunged into her oral depths. The helmeted head actually probed into the ring of her esophagus as her other hand slid under him and clutched his ass, keeping him stable so she could suck all the better.
His was up on his elbows, watching the way her mouth tugged his overheated cock into it. His ass was bouncing, making it easier for her hands to fit under him, and soon he was pounding his hips so high, he was actually fucking her sweet mouth as static continued electrifying its way through him.
He wondered if she was strangling as he rammed his cock up again, surprised to feel even more of it taken into her gullet. He had no control over himself. He was humping his cock up into her hungering mouth as fast as he could, putting more and more pressure on his elbows.
Sue was enjoying herself intensely. Here was a fat cock truly worthy of sucking. And it was an awake cock, responding to every little bit of pressure applied by her tongue or lips. He was wild and young, and didn't know anything about holding back. He would be attaining his second orgasm very shortly now.
Her fingers all but cut into his ass as she clutched his cheeks tightly, gripping him to keep his loins moving in a straight line and not bouncing all over the place. She was going lower now, sucking in the entire mass of cock, pressing her nose into his youthful hairs, feeling them tease her nostrils. It was going all the way into her mouth and throat, and she was luxuriating in every swallow, enjoying every little bit of taste.
"SHIT, I'M CUMMING AGAIIINNN, All, GOD-FUCK, SUCK, OH SUCCCKKK!!!" he cried.
Sue would have gone on sucking indefinitely had he been able to hold out. But she knew there was a limit to his restraint, and he had just about reached that limit. The boiling, bubbling, oncoming eruption of his lava could no longer be stemmed. His hands gripped the bedcovers as he screamed, staring at her sucking mouth as his hips hammered hard into her face. Trembling with ecstatic rapture, he felt the sperm actually being tugged out of his blasting peter. The muscles in her tongue and throat literally sucked the fluid out of him.
His elbows would no longer support him. Even as Sue continued sucking madly, he fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering why he should bother to live through this maddening experience. Everyone had to die sooner or later. What better way to die than at the peak of this glorious felicity.
Sue continued leeching and pulling the tasty jism from his shriveling penis, hearing his heavy gasping breath. Soon the heavy spurts were reduced to a mere trickle. Her mouth pulled at his shrunken cock until she knew there just wasn't any more fluid to be sucked out. Whatever remained was still in his balls. Even so, considering how much he'd shot the first time, she was surprised he had so much this time.
Taking her mouth from his shriveled prick, she licked her lips, looked up at him, and said, "You really know how to come, Bob. Think you can shoot one more time?"
He lay there feeling sapped of his energy, unable to move. Yet for this woman who had done so much for him, he would attempt anything.
"Whatever you want, Cousin Sue," he said, smiling.
She let him lay there for awhile, relaxing. He would need a bit of strength. She went to the kitchen, not bothering to cover her body. She would only have to uncover it again, in a while.
Going to the refrigerator, she took out the milk and poured two glasses. She drank one glass herself, then brought the other glass to Bob. He struggled to a sitting position, drank the milk, then settled back against the pillows. Sue took the glass from him, set it down on the night table, and sat on the edge of the bed, beside him.
Her hands began wandering across his broad expanse of chest and belly. Christ! For a twelve year old he really was one big boy. She could see his age in his face now, as he wrinkled up his nose. Had she allowed it, he would have gone to sleep.
No fair, she thought to herself. It was time for him to make her happy, and she'd see to it he did just that.
Taking his hand, she placed it on the puffy ball of her pussy. Immediately he came awake as his fingers touched the wetness of her labia. Reaching a bit, he rubbed with a finger until her stickly labia separated, letting him fit his forefinger into her sopping warmth. Excitement began coursing through him again, and his sleeping penis suddenly seemed to come to life. He moved the finger around inside of her, feeling new desire build in him as her heated interior seemed to close around his finger and suck on it as effectively as her mouth had pulled on his penis.
Oh hell! he thought, this was one thing he definitely had to try. If it killed him he had to try it. He wanted to taste it, just as he had seen her taste him, but Sue didn't want him wasting any energy. This one was for all the marbles.
His other hand reached down and cupped her ass.
"You have a fabulous behind," he told her. "I'd love to just stare at it sometime."
"Why not now," she said, standing up. "We'll fuck while you look at my ass. Okay with you?"
"Wow, sure. That sounds terrific."
She straddled his cock facing away from him, noting his phallic probe had already gotten larger and harder. It was as granite-like as it had been, twice before. Ah, youth.
Squatting, she felt the point of his blunt-nosed prick poke against her twitching cuntlips. With her hand she guided it into place, bending forward so he could see his cock entering her cunt, and at the same time admire the rondular shape of her solid asscheeks. He would have leaned forward and kissed her ass had it been physically possible. As it was, he took a finger, wet with her pussy juices, and rubbed it into her puckered asshole. It made her spiral a little, and her pussylips opened more readily to receive the full length of him.
From where he lay, Bob thought her pussy looked like a furry little ball with a line bisecting it. But as the slit parted and sucked his cock inside, the labia took on the shape of the kissing lips for which they had been named. She spread her thighs wider, lowering herself just a little as she all but bent forward.
His cock head pushed forward, sliding into the flaming passion of her soaking cunt. She slid a little lower, hearing him gasp, thrilling herself at the fullness and thickness of his splendid root. Little by little she felt more and more of his weighty mass slide farther and farther into her until at last her pussylips were kissing the curly hairs on his pelvis.
"God ... Cousin Sue ... this is terrific!"
"This is only the beginning," she told him. "Wait and see."
She rotated her ass, letting him see her gluteal cheeks bounce, enhancing the sensuousness for him as her clasping, tender membranes wound themselves around his pole. She felt his hands grip her hips, and then slowly, very slowly she rose, letting cool air touch part of his meaty pole. But before he could object, she was sliding right back down again, just like a fireman going down the firepole in the engine house. Only this pole was disappearing all the way up inside her.
Jesus! she thought, that felt good. That really felt good.
She rose and fell again, hearing him moan with approval. Good! She repeated the maneuver a few times, hearing him stutter. "Y ... yess ... yes ... uhhh ... th ... that's it, Cousin Sue."
His words were almost swallowed into his throat, but Sue heard and understood him. She began picking up the tempo, bouncing on him all the faster. Leaning forward, resting her hands on the bed, she was able to look down between her thighs and watch the way his powering prick pumped into her when she rose and fell.
What a perfect cock, she thought. Big, fat, and solid. And because he was so young it would never quit. What a marvelous piece of masculine meat. She could feel her pussyjuices seeping out, covering his balls. She could even see the fluid covering his scrotum. Christ! She wished she were a contortionist. She'd love to bend herself forward until her tongue could lap his beautiful balls while her cunt continued squeezing his cock.
Youth, she thought, over and over again with every bounce. Youth was the answer to everything in a man. Young boys had no financial cares. True, some of the poorer ones worked to help support the family, but none of them really had financial woes older men had. Now, while they were young and untroubled, was the best time to be fucked by them. Now that she'd begun, she would never stop. Youth was the solution to her problem. Sid would always remain busy. His business was his life. His relaxation was his home. Youth and more youth, and even more youth. She would glut herself with youth. She would feast on them. A feast of youths.
Care had to be exercised at all times. She had to pick discreet boys who knew how to keep their mouths shut. Most boys had a tendency to brag. She couldn't blame them. They had conquered and wanted to let the whole world know about it.
Her teeth were clenched to keep them from chattering every time her ass slammed down on his pelvis. His cock felt so damn good. It was like a white-hot branding iron being poked into a pool of heavy whipped cream. Her cunt, like a whirlpool of lava, surrounded his steaming probe and continued pressing on it.
She felt him bucking up wildly, his hands still tightly gripping her hips.
Reaching down to her hip with her hand, Sue grabbed one of Bob's hands. She pulled on it until he was literally sitting up in bed, staring at her ass as it bounced wildly on his cock, making it look as if they were churning butter upside down. She yanked his hand forward, even with his lips thrusting madly into her flaming quim, and pulled his fingers onto her clitoris.
"Rub it," she hissed, as his other hand grabbed a tit for leverage.
He pressed against it, feeling the pearl of sensuousness enlarge. His finger rubbed harder, creating a maddening friction to go along with the way she was bouncing on his meaty prick. He could see the ridges of her spine as she bounced up and down. The softness of her asscheeks against his thighs was maddening. And now her cheeks were bouncing all the more swiftly as he pressed her clit.
The pace was too much for both of them.
"Oh God!" Sue suddenly called out. "DON'T STOP NOW, BOB, For the love of heaven don't stop now ... OOOHHH ... BOB ... I'M GOING TOCOMMMMME! E-E-E-E-A-A R R R G G G HHH!"
And then his cock began erupting violently into her tightening twitching interior, blasting into her with tornado force, unleashing another torrent of sperm neither had realized he had.
He continued firing, falling back on the bed, as she, weary, all but fell forward, her head resting on the bed as his cock continued spurting its heavenly contents into her sucking well.
Like all good things, this, too, eventually came to an end. And all the two of them could do was lay there.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Doing that boy a world of good seems to have had its effect on you," Sid Berne said to his wife as they prepared for bed that night. "You look radiant."
"As I said, it was all psychosomatic," Sue told him. "He just had to be made to believe in himself."
"You did that all right," Sid acknowledged. "I don't know how you did it, but what you did is enough to make Herb and Yolande grateful to you the rest of their lives. You not only straightened the boy out, physically, but helped him with his mental attitude. Also, you saved them God-only-know-how-much in nurses fees and doctor bills."
"I was glad to do it," Sue said, getting under the covers.
She had taken a long shower and had washed Bob's sperm out of her. So when Sid, who was in a rare erotic mood, took off her nightgown and pressed his nose into her pussy, all he smelled was Irish Spring. He lapped her as expertly as always, giving her a half dozen minor orgasms before she had a major one. Then he fucked her soundly, shooting a torrent of cock juice into her twitching twat. They both slept soundly after that.
The following morning, Sid was up and gone before Sue was awake. Her combined sessions had really whacked her out.
Sue didn't get up until nearly noon, and when she did finally dress in a knit suit it was time to go to the youth center. Tommy Waite arrived and joined the others in a badminton game, and Sue felt quite pleased with herself, watching the boy exhibiting some good sportsmanship. From what she had been told, he had behaved abominably prior to her coming there.
"Hi," Terry greeted. "How's it going?"
"Fine," Sue nodded. "How are things with you?"
"Terrific," Terry murmured. "Just what the hell happened between you and Rhandir?"
"Why?"
"Well, he's turned into the greatest fucking machine of all time." ' "What?"
"Come on, Sue. Cut the naivete. Before you arrived, Rhandir was an East Indian ice cube. Now he can hardly wait for my husband to leave before playing up to me."
"And you?"
"Are you kidding? I let him screw away to his heart's content. His prick may be slender, but it does the job. And I'll bet you had something to do with it, didn't you?"
"Terry...."
"Come on, Sue. I'm not going to tell anyone. The fact of the matter is, Rhandir would love to have a session with the two of us at once."
"What about his guru beliefs?"
"He still has them, only he's channeled them elsewhere. He no longer preaches against women and the evils of women. He told my husband he received a revelation that women were good, after all. From now on he intends preaching against the inequities of drugs, alcoholism, and tobacco. He feels sex is a cure for all of it. He told my husband to find more women and do with them as he pleases. Naturally he makes no reference to my husband's letting me do as I please. He knows George'll never stand for it. Anyway, we screw our way all around the house. And Rhandir is one for innovation. He feels it might be nice to see if he can handle two women at once."
"I think I'll pass on that one, for now," Sue told her.
"Okay," Terry shrugged. "Hey, by the way, you were so good with that Waite boy I was wondering if you'd care to see whether or not you can straighten out a girl."
"A girl? Heavens, what could I do for a girl? Girls don't mow lawns or clean out basements."
"This girl needs a bit of guidance," Terry told her. "Her mother completely ignores her, and she was all ready to turn on to dope when she was brought here, to the center. This may be her last chance to straighten out. Want to try it?"
"Why not," Sue shrugged. "I'll try anything, once."
"Even Rhandir?"
"Someday," Sue replied, smiling.
Terry led her to another room in the center where the girls were all working at arts and crafts. One girl, a pretty little blonde, petite, with a growing bosom, stood off by herself in a corner.
"Lyn is only fifteen, but she has the mouth of a thirty-year-old sailor," Terry explained.
Bringing Sue over to the blonde girl, Terry introduced them, then left them together.
"What would you like to do, Lyn?" Sue asked.
"I'd like to fuck," the blonde girl sneered. "Got a cock handy?"
"I gather you lost your virginity already."
"You gather correctly," the girl replied, imitating Sue's mannerisms. "Does it shock you?"
"No," Sue answered calmly. "Should it?"
"Well then, got a cock handy?"
"I'm afraid not. I don't keep them in storage. Besides, if I provided one for you, I could get into a lot of trouble.
"Yeah," Lyn nodded. "I'm not in the mood to get knocked up, anyway. So tell me, how are you supposed to reform me."
"Like to cook?" Sue asked.
"Dunno. Never tried it."
"Want to come to my house and give it a try?"
"Sure," the blonde girl nodded. "Might as well waste my time that way as any other."
Sue took the girl out to her car and drove her to her house.
"Nice joint you got here," the girl told her when they were inside the house.
"It'll do," Sue replied. "The kitchen's this way."
For the next two hours Sue taught Lyn how to make a lamb stew. But by the time they were finished, both women were spattered with meat and gravy.
"Let's take a shower," Sue said. "The maid'll finish cleaning everything up in here."
Sue led the way to her bedroom, showing Lyn her private shower.
"No use wasting water," Lyn told her. "Let's you and me shower together."
The two females stripped down, then Sue adjusted the temperature of the shower water, and when it was just right, they stepped in, together. They took turns soaping one another and letting the water wash the suds off. Then Sue turned off the water and they dried one another.
Stepping out of the shower, Lyn said, "Hey, you know, you have a beautiful set of knobs."
"Well yours aren't half-bad either," Sue replied, caressing the other girl's tit.
Lyn shuddered, then approached Sue and deliberately reached out and pressed her fingers to the older woman's nipples, saying, "You have bigger nipples than I do."
"But yours are no less beautiful," Sue murmured, touching Lyn's smaller, pinker nipple.
Reaching up with her other hand, Sue began fondling the girl's other tit, as well. All the while she stared into Lyn's eyes, noting the girl was staring back. Sue felt the girl's fingers rub and massage her nipple until it extended out like a rubbery bullet from the rest of her breast.
Slowly the blond girl approached her, her face tilted up to hers, and Sue, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, pressed her mouth to the lips of the girl. She felt the soft pressure of the other's parting lips, and then she felt the titillation of the top of the girl's tongue. She matched it with pressure from the tip of her own tongue.
They walked into the bedroom kissing, and Sue made the girl sit on the bed. Breaking the kiss for a moment, she made certain the bedroom door was locked, then returned and lay down beside Lyn on the cool sheets. Their arms surrounded one another and their lips met in another tender kiss, their tongues leaping back and forth from mouth to mouth, playing against one another as their fingers massaged each other's sensitive nipples.
This was Sue's first experience with another female, and strangely, she was enjoying it. She didn't feel as if this classified her as a butch, because she got tremendous pleasure from men.
"You're a lovely girl, Lyn," she whispered, her breath soft in the girl's mouth.
"You're very pretty," Lyn confessed, her voice no longer sounding hard.
Sue took her fingers from Lyn's nipples and embraced the girl tightly, pulling her youthful body against hers. Lyn reacted by hugging her back, and then they both started as each felt the contact of the other's nipples against her own. It made them press all the harder against one another as they squeezed tit-to-tit, wriggling, squirming, stabbing tongues in each other's ears, biting on earlobes, caressing each other's asses. Sue locked her hand on Lyn's buttocks and pressed the girl so close to her, she could feel the soft blonde fur from the other's pussy mingling with the dark hair surrounding her own cunt. Their clits came rubbing together, and Lyn moaned. She whispered into Sue's ear, "God! This feels so good. I never thought I'd ever enjoy making it with another woman. Oh Jesus! This feels terrific."
The dampening crease between her hot pussylips became a mire of lubricant as her oil started seeping out and rubbing into the girl's tantalized cunt.
"We aren't dykes are we?" Lyn asked. "I mean, this doesn't really make us homosexuals, does it?"
"No," Sue whispered. "Don't be silly. Something like this could just as easily have happened with a man or a boy. Very simply, it's a natural thing. I like your body and you like mine. Since there are no men here, we're merely enjoying one another, which, in a way, is a very healthy thing.
Lyn's crotch was rubbing strongly against Sue's. Her clit was enlarged and inflamed, rubbing fiercely now, and Lyn began gasping and clutching Sue tightly.
"I ... I'M ... CO ... COMING EEEYYAHHH!!!"
The young girl began scratching Sue's back as she pressed her seething pussy tightly against that of the woman.
"UHH ... UHHH ... UHH ... UHH ... UHH...." she gasped, spasming madly as her body tightened.
The action caused a reaction in Sue, who experienced her own minor orgasm. She came quickly, feeling hot flushes of cunt water spurt out all over the other girl's pussy, whose own lubricant was also shooting out.
The two females released one another, but Sue wasn't through, not by a long shot. She felt all aflame now. She had to get the girl hot and bothered again and make her want to do things for her, and the best way to do that was to do things to the girl, first. Slowly she began sliding down, letting her lips suck on the girl's oversensitive nipples. Lyn merely lay there at first, too tired to respond, but as the moments passed, a tingling began building in her. She began churning all over the bed as Sue's fingers lightly teased her sensitized flesh.
Sue's tongue began following her fingers, lapping down the other girl's soft, flat plane of stomach. Lyn knew what Sue had in mind and she began shivering with anticipation. This was something completely new to her. She had offered her pussy to boys in the past two years in the hope they'd come to like and respect her for herself. But all that happened was, the boys were more and more interested in dipping their wicks into her pussy and her mouth, but none of them had cared how she felt.
Sue was different. Sue was interested in her feelings, both emotionally and physically. In the two years Lyn had put out and sucked cock, not one of the boys had returned the compliment. She had no idea how it felt to have her own cunt eaten. It was so unfair. And she was a sensitive girl who could really appreciate someone else's caring about her.
She gasped as Sue's tongue licked against her fluttering labia. She shivered as the slithery tongue pressed the gates of her never-before-eaten pussy apart, spreading the fleshy portals wider and wider. And then a chilling liquid sensation seemed to leak into her flaming vagina as the plunging tongue sliced right into her. It moved in, around, up and down, then out, licking out all the tasty syrup she was emitting. In the tongue went again, causing her to lubricate all the more, and as the seeping cunt water came dripping out, Sue's tongue lapped it up so Sue could drink it all down.
To Sue it was a new experience, as well. Now she could understand how her husband enjoyed eating her out so much. It was truly delicious. And here was another youth on which to feast. She was a gamin, a female youth, but no less vibrant and exciting. And for all the girl's possible experiences with boys, she, like Sue, had never had an experience with another female. But she was taking to it like the proverbial duck to water.
Sue's hot, titillating tongue lanced between her sodden pussylips drinking the tasty fluids in the fur-fringed trough. It lapped at the ultra-sentient walls of the girl's thrilled box probing for more liquid, causing more to be created.
Then Sue's tongue came slickly out of Lyn's pussy and rubbed flatly against the shuddering nubbin of bead-like clitoris. Sue's tongue rubbed it hard, then moved out of the way so her lips could suck on its bubble-shape.
Her actions caused the girl to grab a pillow and stuff it into her mouth. Otherwise she would have shrieked loud enough to bring the household running. And when Sue's teeth lightly nibbled on the shivering clit, it sent the girl into paroxysms of frenzied sensation.
Sue's rubbing lips pursed and released the vellicating penis-like extension belonging to the girl, and her tongue once again delved into the warm tunnel behind Lyn's soft labia. Hot air from her mouth met the burning atmosphere within the cunt, and more pussy-liquid came flooding out from between her sensitive lip-like gates. Erotic flashes went zinging through the entire body of the girl as her ass began a wild mambo on the mattress with her thighs tightly clutching the older woman's head.
Lyn pulled her thighs as far apart as possible. The lapping tongue, sinking into her womanly morass, felt as good as any strong penis. It was making her nervous system flutter wildly as she thought how she'd yearned for something like this whenever a hard cock drove into her.
Jesus, she thought. This was really something good. This was why people couldn't get enough of fucking, or in this case, sucking. And to think she'd been giving her pussy away to all those slobs, letting them get their rocks off inside her while she had never really been able to experience anything this good. Christ! Just how many times had she run the risk of pregnancy to make some punk happy while the punk never cared how she felt? Never again! Never again!
This didn't mean she was turning into a homosexual. Hell! She could swing both ways, but if a cock ever penetrated her pussy again, she intended making certain it was attached to the kind of guy who cared whether or not she came, as well.
A whole new way of life was opening up to Lyn. And she had the woman who was now with her to thank for all this. And one thing about swinging with another woman: there was absolutely no risk of pregnancy. The very idea that she would not have to worry about conception left her mind free to totally enjoy the experience. Hell, this wasn't the time to think of unhappy pasts. This was a joyfilled present, and Lyn intended making the most of it. She was the receiver of complete, unadulterated enjoyment.
Her thighs crushed tightly around the woman's anxious face; her bubbling snatch tingling to the pressure of the lapping tongue slavering through it. Sue was eating Lyn's cunt as eagerly as she'd sucked cock, making the young girl respond convulsively to the way she slid her tongue in and out by thrusting her hips wildly up and down, ramming her pelvis as hard as she could against the woman's nose.
Spasms began exploding within Lyn's anxious hole. The feeling seemed to expand, welling up from that burning center of cunt and spreading all over, building to fantastic heights. Without her being able to stop it, Lyn began madly bucking, literally slamming into Sue's face with her sopping gash. There was no way to control herself. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she hoarsely croaked out her sighs, flinging the pillow she held, aside. Dryness made her cough as she surrendered herself unconditionally to the towering leviathan of overwhelming rapture within. Her mouth opened wide, and had her throat not been so dry, she would have screeched and wailed.
As it was, she gurgled and coughed her sensations out, and suddenly, her pussy muscles, used only to clutch a cock previously, began tightly expanding and contracting at a mad rate. She squirmed and wriggled until she finally found herself exploding all over, rocketing straight up into the maddening heavens, erupting into a shower of tiny sparks, then slowly floating down into the valley of ultimate pleasure. Her asscheeks bounced madly into the bed's heavy spring mattress, and all the while Sue's mouth remained glued to her bubbling cunt.
The final bit of thrilling flame had been urged from her sopping cunt before Lyn felt Sue's mouth finally remove itself from her gaping womanhood. As Sue raised her head, Lyn looked at her and realized how anguished this woman must feel, having enjoyed the taste of her (Lyn's) pussy, while no one had given any kind of release. No matter how tired and wonderfully relaxed she felt, Lyn was determined she would give Sue the same kind of pleasure she had just received from the older woman.
Before Sue could say anything about the girl resting, Lyn literally flung her onto the bed on her back, parted the woman's thighs, and in spite of the total satisfaction she'd experienced, understood the hunger the older woman had felt when staring into her pussy. She stared at the cunt as if it were a disembodied organ unto itself, urging her to come forward. Without a doubt that fur-ringed slash between Sue's loins had a hypnotizing effect on her.
Remembering the delight she'd felt moments before when Sue's mouth had tasted her cunt, Lyn now had an overpowering desire to kiss the leaking pussy at which she now stared. She wanted to give it everything her mouth had to offer; to taste it, to drink of its secretions, and to feel the kiss those cuntlips could plant on hers as she tongued the inner tunnel. A cunt was a beautiful thing, and now she would have the opportunity of pressing her mouth to one.
The heavy growth of fur around it seemed the perfect frame for such a luscious tunnel. Though her own cunt hair was nowhere as thick, Lyn knew Sue had been equally entranced when she'd stared between her thighs. The dark carpet of curls now facing her looked like shimmering threads spun from a spider. And those labia, those wonderful cuntlips with their ragged, enticing edges seemed to change color as she stared into the pussy. The rich pink gave way to a vibrant red. And as she stared more deeply into the sopping grotto, Lyn imagined the labia to be tulip petals. They had an outward curvature to them making them all the more fascinating, parting just enough to let Lyn peep within so she could examine the rich, velvety inner labia, both of which beckoned as they, like the outer cuntlips, turned a bright, vibrant red.
At the apex of these wonderful cuntlips Lyn saw the emerging bubble of Sue's clitoris. She knew what it was instantly, having had her own vigourously lapped moments earlier. As her eyes remained rooted to it, Lyn saw the little pearl begin to enlarge, making her own mouth water that much more heavily. Remembering all those wonderful feelings that only a few minutes before had burst through her body, she was determined to make this selfless woman feel similar thrills.
She had that overpowering urge to cement her mouth to the dripping slop at which she now stared so hungrily. If this was turpitude, then let it happen. If she was degenerate, then so was the entire rest of the world, because this degeneracy was as much a part of life as fucking. She was staring at the natural sheath for the sword known as cock. But if the cock couldn't bring the vibrant pleasures to the many nerves inside her sheath of cunt, why then another sword would have to fit into it; the sword of tongue. And just as Sue had plunged her own sword-like tongue into Lyn's sheath, so would Lyn now return the favor, noting Sue was lying there, waiting, not fighting her or arguing with her.
Gazing at the dripping orifice, seeing it release its rich, oily fluid, Lyn felt her tongue pulse in her mouth. She had to force her lips to remain closed to keep her tongue from lancing out and probing directly between those heavenly lips.
As she stared, Lyn saw Sue's shuddering labia contract, and a fine mist of pussy spray came jetting against her lips. Her tongue snapped out and licked it in. It was more savory than any chef's gravy.
Shutting her eyes, guided solely by the aromas reaching her expanding nostrils, Lyn leaned forward and touched her mouth to Sue's shimmering pussy. She was prepared for more of the same taste she had enjoyed moments before, but when her mouth pressed itself to the sticky cuntlips, the sensation of yielding labia, mingled with the deliciousness of the cognac being spurted from between them made her dizzy with their heady flavor. Her tongue slashed in all the way, wiping up and down, left and right, then came sliding out and rubbed against the quivering clit. She took the button of flesh between her lips and sucked strongly as her tongue licked madly. Her senses reeled as she inhaled strongly, wild lascivious thoughts racing through her mind. Her lips sucked strongly, and suddenly she felt Sue's fingers lace themselves tightly in her blond hair, tugging her mouth closer to the draining cut between the peach-like slices of her dripping cunt.
Sue arched her hips and rammed her cunt directly into Lyn's hungering mouth. Wonder of wonders, the young girl was lapping at her dribbling cunt like a thirsty lioness at a waterhole. She was sucking away more eagerly than any of the males she had used. Her mouth was a gobbling furnace, swallowing more and more of the fiery liquid being emitted from her own cunt. And the faster Sue rammed her pussy into the girl's lapping mouth, the greater the quantity of fluid being unleashed. Much of the liquid shooting from her pussyhole splashed against the girl's lower lip and chin, causing Lyn to lower her mouth.
Sue suddenly felt her first orgasm coming over her; a mad, mind-crushing climax, and had she not been accustomed to coming it would have drained her entire body of all strength. But because climaxes had become a way of life with her, Sue Berne realized she needed more and more and more. Even as the girl drank her heavy, oily secretions Sue felt Lyn's tongue sinking far into her inner recesses.
Lyn drank the sweetness as if it were the only thing in the world to satisfy her craving. The delicious odor of Sue's honeyed pussy was creating a maddening sensation in her own body again. She wished a cock would come in and slip into her pussy as she continued feeding at the other woman's vagina.
Her tongue lapped in over and over again, drinking, sucking, draining the older woman's love fluid as her mouth titillated the inner part of each labia. Her tongue came out and laved the oversensitive clitoris, and suddenly Sue felt a second orgasm overcome her, pounding her inflamed cunt into Lyn's face as if she intended breaking the girl's nose. And Lyn shuddered, feeling those labia actually pull in her nose and rub on either side of them.
Sue's taut thighs enclosed Lyn's head, pressing strongly as she found herself lost in a cosmos of climatic overpowering. And then a final orgasm crashed into her, inundating her with orgasmic envelopment, and for a moment Sue blacked out, awash in an ocean of pleasure.
Moments later she came to, finding Lyn nestled next to her on the bed. It was obviously the first time the younger girl had enjoyed such an experience, though she believed Sue to have indulged many times before. Sue was about to straighten her out, when she thought, Why? Why bother? As long as the younger girl thought Sue to be adept at playing with a member of one's own sex, why disillusion the poor girl and let her know the truth; namely that she, Sue, was as new to this, as Lyn.
"Now," Sue whispered, "I think the time has come to bring you to your senses where boys are concerned."
"You already have," Lyn assured her. "After something like this, who the heck needs boys?"
"We both do," Sue told her. "What happened to us today is not something we should substitute for penises. It's something to enjoy in addition to them, but only when conditions are correct."
"Who needs a man?" Lyn asked. "All they do is look for their own pleasure, and we risk getting knocked up while they do it."
"Precautions have to be taken," Sue admitted. "But when the time comes, and the right man comes along, you'll want him much more than you ever wanted what happened between us."
"That'll be a long time coming."
"Perhaps it's for the best that you channel your energies elsewhere for now. Cooking, macrame, and even sewing are worthwhile activities."
"Sure," the girl shrugged. "But even if they are useful, they don't serve as an outlet for excess physical stress. Not that screwing with boys was any better. In fact, screwing was worse at times, because it only made my frustrations stronger. But what happened here today, between us, really let all the nervousness drain right out of me. The only trouble is, all the other girls I know would crack me over the head with a beer bottle if I ever approached them this way."
"We all of us need a physical release now and again," Sue nodded, holding the girl tightly. "It's healthy. So I guess you and I will have to come to some sort of arrangement."
"How do you mean?" the other girl asked.
"I mean, you go to school regularly, start picking up in your studies, and once a week, say every Monday afternoon, you and I will come to my house where you'll show me what progress you've made in cooking or dressmaking. After that, if you want, and if both of us are 'well', we'll do anything that pleases you."
"Honest?" Lyn asked, kissing Sue on the mouth.
"Honest," Sue answered when the kiss was finished. "But remember, you have to adhere to all those other conditions. I want you to keep yourself clean at all times. Later on, when you get older, and you find some fellow you really like, you'll find you won't have any problem going right back to a man, but this time you'll know how to enjoy him. I'll teach you that, as well. I'll also show you the different ways to avoid pregnancy. But I want you staying out of the streets. I want you home before dark, and I want an improvement in school."
"Gosh, you have a deal," Lyn whispered, kissing her again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I told you working at the center could be rewarding," Terry said to Sue the following Wednesday. "According to Harry Grass you haven't missed a single day here. Tell me, are you getting as much from this as I am?"
"If you mean, am I feeling a sense of reward at having accomplished something with these kids, well yes," Sue nodded.
"That's not what I mean," Terry giggled.
They were seated in the small room in the center Sue had been given to do any first aid work. Fortunately, most of her nursing was limited to nosebleeds, small cuts, and an occasional bruise. So far, no one had broken or sprained anything.
"Just what do you mean, Terry?" Sue asked.
"Come on, Sue, let's not behave naively. My sex life with George was absolutely nowhere. I was faithful, true-blue, and all that nonsense, and George not only continued not to be able to make me happy, but wasn't even happy, himself. Even before Rhandir suggested he make love to other women, George was screwing around on the outside. I know. I followed him to more than one rendezvous. I figured what's good for the gander is good for the goose, so I came here, got involved in that program of bringing a boy home and paying him to do some work, and soon found myself having the time of my life. I come here three days a week, and I take home a different boy each day. I have three very capable lovers, though with Rhandir in the house I've had to go to motels, lately. The boys don't mind. In fact, they love it. And on the other four days of the week I have Rhandir."
"Wonderful," Sue nodded. "I'm glad you're happy."
"But I'm not the only one who's happy," Terry pointed out.
"I've seen the contentment on your face, as well. Come on, Sue. Tell me. Have you been screwing for little Tommy Waite?"
But Sue Berne wasn't telling Terry a thing. What was going on was strictly between herself and those with whom she participated. She had no intention of getting involved in threesomes and foursomes, leaving herself open to possible extortion by some boy Terry confided in, indiscreetly prior to checking the boy out. And if she admitted she was involved in something, she had no doubt Terry would tell it to at least one love partner, or more. And maybe that partner of Terry's might come running after her. Not that Terry was unattractive. Even though she was a bit chunky, Terry was an extremely attractive woman. Despite a rounded belly and a large ass with large thighs to match, Terry was what King Solomon would have described as "comely."
"I derive my pleasure from seeing to it the boys, and the girl, with whom I work, become better human beings and more easily adapt to society. Many of them, when they first come to this center, are rebels. They can't accept our way of life and want to fight it. Remember how many youths become members of ridiculous organizations like certain 'Liberation Armies'. In the guise of attempting to help humanity, all they do is hurt lots of other people, and in the process, ruin themselves so completely, there is no place left for them in the world. Maybe we don't have the best society there is, but their way of fighting it is wrong. So I do my best to try and make these kids fit in. And that's it, Terry."
Sue could read the disappointment in the other woman's eyes. It was obvious Terry wanted Sue to admit she was doing the same thing Terry was doing. Now Sue began to understand Terry's motives for having Sue come down to the center in the first place. Somewhere, deep inside, Terry either had a secret yearning to make out with Sue, or, and this could very probably be more correct, for some reason, Terry was jealous of Sue and wanted to put her in a vulnerable position. Sue would have to watch herself more than ever, now.
The following day, Thursday, was the maid's day off, and Sue was looking forward to being with Tommy Waite again. She went to the center at two o'clock, and he came in a half hour later. But he came in with a friend. Tommy introduced the boy as Ron. Ron was nearly three years older than Tommy's twelve. He had dark brown, afro-styled hair, though he was white. An occasional light strand of hair in his head let Sue know the boy had probably been born blond, but like so many others, with the passing of time, his hair had darkened.
Ron was a husky boy. He was also as unlike Tommy as he was unlike almost all the other boys at the center. Ron was not a poor boy, nor did he come from a lower middle income family. He was well-built for his five feet eight inches, and though he lisped a little, there was nothing effeminate about him. And in almost no time, Sue learned from some of the other boys, that Ron was an honor student. Apparently he came down to the center from time to time because he preferred the company of most of the boys there to that of those who lived in his immediate neighborhood. He enjoyed basketball a lot, and the center had the best basketball court in the village. Tommy Waite hung around with Ron simply because he liked him.
At four o'clock, Tommy came over to Sue and said, "Look, Mrs. Berne, I gotta be home early today. Is it okay if I do the work at your house tomorrow?"
"Of course, Tommy," Sue nodded. "The house will get along for another day."
"Gee, thanks," he smiled. "I'll be here tomorrow. I promise. Believe me, I wouldn't be leavin' like this today if it wasn't really urgent."
"I believe you, Tommy," she nodded, watching him go.
"You need some work done around the house?" she heard Ron's voice lisp.
"Why, yes," she nodded. "Tommy usually handles it for me, but he had to leave."
"Yeah. He got a call from home. His father's on a binge again, and his mother needs his help. But maybe I can help you out. I mean, you can give the money to the runt. I don't want it."
"You two seem to be pretty good friends."
"Yeah," Ron nodded. "I like him."
"Okay," Sue nodded. "You wait here a minute."
She went to the director's office, but Harry Grass was downstairs somewhere. Looking through his files, she found the card on Ron. His full name was Ronald L. Geis. He was one of the few boys who paid an annual twenty dollar fee to belong to the center, to help defray costs. According to the card he was good for the other boys there. More often than not he helped them out of trouble and took no credit for it. He was, what the director termed, a nice, intelligent, discreet boy.
Discreet! Good, that was what Sue wanted. A nice, discreet boy. She hadn't been laid since Sunday, and she'd had no sexual experiences whatsoever since she'd been with Lyn, on Monday. Her cunt was a sea of hot lubrication soaking her panties.
"Okay, Ron," she said, smiling, as she returned to him. "Let's go. I think we'll both get something out of today."
"Sure thing, babe," Ron nodded.
Sue would later discover Ron had the habit of calling everyone babe. But at that moment she didn't let what appeared to be forwardness on his part disconcert her.
They got into her Regency Olds and she drove him to her house. Then she showed him how the pine needles on her lawn needed to be raked.
It took him the better part of two hours to rake her entire lawn, and when he was finished, she invited him to relax on the slate patio at the rear of her house, near the swimming pool.
"Nice place y'got here," he told her, sitting in a chaise lounge, accepting a glass of lemonade from her. "Really private with all those high hedges."
"No one can see in, if that's what you mean," she nodded, sitting in the chair next to him. "If you're thinking of taking a swim, go right ahead.
No one'H see you or bother you."
"I ... uhhh ... ain't got a bathing suit," he lisped.
"Swim in the nude," she invited. "I do it all the time."
"Yeah, but ... well ... I mean ... it's kinda embarrassin'...."
"I don't think so," she smiled, her hand already at the top button of her blouse. "In fact, if it's all right with you, before I take you home I'd like a bit of a swim."
"Ain't you got a maid or a butler or somethin' who might come out here?"
"I have a maid," she assured him, "but today is the maid's day off. If you'd rather I didn't take a dip, just say so...."
"No, no, no," he hurriedly told her. "Don't let me stop you. You wanna swim, you go right ahead."
The blouse came off and fell on the grass, nearby, and Ron unconsciously held his breath as he saw her tanned flesh ripple. She unzipped her skirt, pulled it down, and took the panty down with it, and when he saw the appledumpling shape of her buttocks, he gulped. It was a nice, dimpled ass, and he loved looking at it. Then she removed her bra, hurried to the deep edge of the pool, and dived in. As she went in, head-first, he got an excellent view of her upside-down body. Her short, dark brown hair hardly seemed to hang down at all. He could see her full breasts dipping down, their brown, nut-like nipples centering the brown circles of her aureolae, looking like luscious splashes of chocolate against her tanned flesh. Her belly was flat, and he saw a muff the same shade as the hair on her head, nestled beautifully between her thighs. The water splashed and rippled as her graceful body parted it, and he stared, watching her lovely naked shape slide through the chlorinated waters of the pool.
Suddenly she was out of the water, coming across the flagstones to where he was sitting, dripping water all over the place. She saw him staring at her right nipple, now semi-erect; his eyes watching the water drip from its tip.
"Swim with me," she said, holding a hand out to him.
"Gosh ... I dunno...." he murmured, turning beet-red.
And then her fingers were working at the buttons on his shirt. And he just sat there like a dummy, letting her do all the work. In no time she had his shirt off. Then she went to work unhooking and unzipping his pants. By the time she got that undone, he had stripped off his own undershirt, and in no time had his underpants, shoes and socks off, as well.
Sue stepped back to scan his blushing body, then said, "Well, well, well, for a young boy I'd say you were very well hung."
It made Ron blush all the more. "Come on," she murmured, "let's go swimming."
A moment later the two of them were diving into the pool and swimming its length in both directions. Sue got to the edge first, and hoisted herself up. She noticed Ron swam with his face in the water at all times, and as he came to the edge, he reached up without looking. He reached up right between her thighs, and as his palm gripped the edge of the pool, his fingers literally pushed themselves into the softness of her leaking cunt.
Sue was more surprised than Ron. Her entire body tightened for an instant and she fell forward into the pool, her body slamming against Ron's. Her thighs automatically eeled their way around his body, rubbing his hardening cock with her wet, sticky snatch as her mouth sought his in an anxious kiss. He responded immediately, kissing back, pressing his lips to hers timidly, almost afraid. And then he said what she guessed was probably true.
"I ... I've never b ... been like this with a ... g ... girl," he stuttered. "God, it's ... different!"
"I never would have guessed," she lied, kissing him again, rubbing her hot crotch against his solid cock.
"Hey, look ... babe ... are you sure you want this?"
"I'm sure," she assured him, kissing his lips again, sinking her tongue between his lips.
"Wow!" he said, when the kiss ended.
Sue unlocked her legs from around him and let herself sink in the water, just low enough until her head was level with his shimmering cock. In the water it looked even more solid and majestic. She opened her mouth and slid her lips around it for a moment, letting her tongue rub against the underside.
"HOLY SHIT!" he yelled, and reached down to steady himself.
As he reached down, Sue was coming up, and he grabbed the nipple of her right tit.
"Wow!" he muttered, staring into her face as she came bobbing up to him again. "This is one helluva payoff."
"This is not a payoff," she replied, pulling slightly away from him. "I don't believe in using sex in any way other than for total enjoyment."
Turning away from him, she went to the edge of the pool, leaped out, then reached a hand down and helped him out. Going to the table where he'd set his lemonade down, Ron noticed she'd had the foresight to bring out two towels. Foresight? Or was it possibly planned? Hell! He didn't know, and he sure didn't care.
They dried themselves off, then Ron sat in the chair she had occupied, earlier. It didn't occur to him to get dressed, even though she had made no further attempt to play with him. But then, she had made no attempt to get dressed, either.
"Ron,' she said, coming over to him. "Let's understand one another now. I like you. I like you very much. I'd like to have what is called a meaningful relationship with you, but the relationship is not the outgrowth of the work you do here. Rather it's because I like you, and I think you like me. It has to be something we both want. Can you understand that?"
"Sure," he nodded. "I didn't mean anything smart by that crack about a payoff before. Heck, it's just that I don't know what to do or say, or how fact with a woman. I shouldn't be admitting this, but I haven't ever had anything with a chick before."
"Well then," she murmured, kneeling before him. "It's about time, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he agreed, weakly, watching as she reached out and pressed her both palms around his solid stanchion of cock. She rolled her palms around the prick, rubbing it hard.
Sue saw the touch of. her hands against his cock made the organ twitch and pulsate, and her eyes lit up. She felt like a little girl with a "Ken" doll, only this was a life-size doll, and this one had genitals.
"Oh, babe," Ron shuddered as she lowered her head.
Her tongue came snaking out of her mouth to lick at the bright magenta crown of his cock. She felt him shiver as if a bolt of lightning had charged through him and she knew she had him. Her lips puckered as if she wanted to kiss him, and then planted the kiss right on the tip of his seething prick, feeling the slithery leakage come out and wet her lips. It made Ron writhe where he sat, but before he could do anything more than squirm, Sue opened her lips wide and sucked the plum-like knob between her teeth, letting the weight of his cock rest on her tongue. Her teeth rubbed the shank lightly, grinding against it while her lips pressed hard, squeezing it pleasurably.
Sue noticed Ron's hips beginning to shudder as they moved up and down, and suddenly she felt his fingers grip her short hair, urging her head to continue what she'd started.
With her own hands, Sue now grabbed Ron's hands and tugged him to his feet, letting her get to his meat with greater ease. Her head bobbing back and forth on the mighty pike. Ron began shaking and shivering, almost unable to stand as she started sucking and sliding her head forward, engulfing the full length of his tower-like prick. Her fingers sank into his young buttocks, kneading and pressing the cheeks as her mouth slid fluidly along his rampant organ, first back, then forth. Her tongue slid from side to side against the underpart of the heavy pole.
Yes, all cocks tasted different. This one was as delicious in its own way as the others, but it was not the same. It had a honey-beef flavor, while she remembered Sid's had the savoriness of filet mignon. Young Tommy Waite had a cock that tasted like beef jerky, while Rhandir's penis had the flavor of smoked meat, sort of like roll beef or pastrami. Bob, oddly enough, had the one cock that tasted like the knockwurst it resembled. But right now she was enjoying honey-beef, and enjoy it she would.
Her head rocketed back and forth, feeling the thrill of his prong fill her mouth. Her cheeks alternately hollowed and bloated, while her tongue continued its strong rubbing against the tender underside, making him shiver and shudder where he stood.
He was literally pouring lubricant into her mouth, letting her gulp down what she could. The rest, along with her saliva, came falling out the sides of her mouth, dripping onto her thighs. The feel of the sputum dropping against her flesh only made Sue hotter. She sucked with greater avidity, pulling the weighty dong deeper into her throat, feeling it rub against her gullet though not quite penetrating it.
"FUCK, LADY, OH, NOW-OH, NOOOWWW!!!"
And then she felt his cock quiver and swell beyond anything it had ever grown to, before. She pulled her head back just a little, and then he was firing, blasting one salvo of heavy sperm after another into her hungering throat, and she swallowed eagerly. The torrents of cockjuice flooded her throat so quickly, she soon found she had more in her mouth than she could swallow at any one time. The heavy seepage began dribbling out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down the sides of her face onto her throat. Even so, she continued nursing thirstily, drinking as much as she could, pulling more and more from a cock that had never before known the joys of any kind of feminine receptacle. Spurt followed spurt into her mouth, bouncing off the back of her throat, forcing some of the spunk farther into her gullet, while pushing squishy droplets out of her mouth, onto her cheeks.
Sue sucked strongly, feeling his penis begin to shrivel and shrink as it fired smaller, less powerful wads of joy juice into her mouth. Now she was able to catch up, and swallowed everything in her mouth, coaxing some few pearly drops of sperm out of his withering penis so she could drink them down, as well.
When it was over, she let the limp prick fall from between her lips, then licked all the sperm from her cheeks and her chin. That which dried on her throat she washed off with water from the pool.
"Sheesh!" Ron muttered. "That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
"One of the greatest," Sue corrected.
"Huh?" was all he could think to say.
"There's more, lot's more, if you have the stamina," she told him.
"Well, yeah, sure, whatever you want," he nodded.
"Bring your clothes and come inside," she invited, gathering up her own clothing.
Ron gathered his clothes and shoes and followed her into the house, carrying them. She led him directly into her bedroom where she put her own clothing on the dresser and he put his on her dressing table bench.
Without a word she led him to the bed and lay down with him. She knew he was confused about what to do, and so began fondling him, feeling his youthful cock already begin to enlarge.
Ron began to understand, yet was a bit timid about really doing anything. He dipped his head and licked at her nipple a bit. Sue encouraged him by ramming his face against her breast. His mouth opened automatically and gobbled in her huge tit, feeling her nipple force its way all the way in to the back of his throat. He swallowed, pulling more titflesh into his mouth, letting his palate be scored by the rubbery pressure of her swollen nipple.
"Play with me," she instructed, taking his young hands and moving them over her taut body. "Touch me, kiss me, EAT me," she whispered, sucking his tongue from his mouth and chewing on it.
Beginning to understand what she wanted, Ron started licking her throat as his hands wandered down to the full roundness of her small asscheeks.
His fingertips teased her skin lightly, while her cuntlips made squishy sounds, opening and closing in anticipation of being felt.
"Now you get your first cunt," she murmured, kissing his ear and nibbling his lobe.
Sue felt his fingers squeeze her asscheeks, and then she felt his forefinger suddenly delve into the crack between them. It made her bounce for a moment, and Ron understood he had touched a sensitive spot. His mouth came clamping down on hers, and both her arms went around his neck as, with his hands still gripping her asscheeks, he tugged her body more tightly against his own. His forefinger continued playing with her anal depression, and abruptly he decided to probe it. He pushed his finger a little, and suddenly she shuddered, thrilling to the way he rubbed his fingertip against her asshole. And then, almost as if of its own volition, the finger slid into her anus up to the first digit.
"Ooooh, that feels good," Sue breathed in Ron's ear, letting him know she liked his finger probing into her.
She writhed against him, actually rotating her body until it was face down on the bed, forcing his finger to sink all the more deeply into her. Her sphincter muscle clutched the finger tightly as she forced herself to her knees, raising her luscious ass higher, making it easier for him to work his finger in and around.
Sue realized her ass was one of her better features. All the males loved it. Bob had even told her how much he adored her ass, making her sit on his cock facing away from him so he could watch her ass as they fucked.
With her buttocks high in the air, Sue felt Ron wriggle his finger in to its farthest depth. It made her revolve her loins in a wide circle as Ron responded by steadily sliding his finger in and out of her asshole.
Sue felt a strange, awesome, wonderful feeling building in her rectum. Her forward weight was on her elbows now, and her body was a quivering mass of passion, thrilling to the probe of the plunging finger.
She felt Ron reach down with his other hand and grab a dangling tit. His fingers began toying with her nipple, squeezing it in rhythm to the way his finger probed in and out of her. And all the while her buttocks gyrated wildly.
"GOD, that feels so great," she told him "OOOOOOH, YES, KEEP ON DOING IT! OH, A A AHHH, FUCKKK!!"
Ron released her tit and moved behind her, watching the way his finger sawed in and out of her bumhole. He noticed it was as clean coming out as it was going in. She was a woman who believed in cleaning all the parts of her body, inside and out, as thoroughly as possible.
His face came down closer to the circulating ass, and at one point, he pulled his finger from it, grabbed her hips with both hands, and, obeying a strangely primitive urge, pushed his face against her lovely ass and lapped the asshole with his tongue. He washed the outer crinkled bud of her anus again and again, feeling her ass shudder as he licked.
Sue felt static tingle against her asshole. It was the most delightful sensation she'd known yet. Not even Sid licked her asshole. This was another first for her as the boy's hot breath burned into the crack of her ass and his tongue licked into the quivering webbed entrance.
Sue felt herself going wild. With both hands she spread her asscheeks wider, making the pathway easier for his greasy tongue. Her body felt a fervor beyond anything she'd ever know, thrilling and chilling as the boy's anxious tongue lapped strongly like a rabid dog in search of water. The slithery tongue worked deeper and deeper, plunging, lapping, licking.
She felt his hands gently caress the inner parts of her thighs, and Sue felt her hunger become even greater. She knew the boy was having some kind of thrill himself or he would not have begun licking her asshole as he had done. It was probing into her now, pushing into the hot, narrow tunnel of her rectum, forcing her sphincter to widen to accommodate it. At the same time she felt his hand reach around in front and cup her drooling pussy. The pubic hair at her juncture was a sodden mass of tangled curls. As his fingers touched her womanly cunt, she trembled and had a minor orgasm, spraying pussy oil into his hand. He massaged the thick, gooey oil into her thighs as his mouth continued lapping into her seething ass-tunnel. But his throbbing cock, hanging sorely between his thighs, having tasted the delight of an oral come, now wanted an anal one, as well.
Sue felt Ron suddenly straighten up, pressing the rounded, blunt knob of his aching cock to her tight, tiny, starred asshole. She felt the solid lilac knob slowly push into her, roughly forcing apart the ring of her tight sphincter. At first only the tip fitted in. Then he shoved a bit harder and she felt the corona slide into her tight asshole. Christ! What a feeling. What an absolutely marvelous feeling.
Ron pulled back a little, then thundered forward, hard. The bulbous purple knob of his cock shoved forward, bulldozing its way through the crushing resistance of the tight sphincter, and then Sue felt Ron grip her shoulders with both hands as he forced his entire prick as far up into her shuddering bowels as it would go. Sue yelped in pain mixed with rapturous delight as his burning, white-hot fuckpole crammed into her bowels.
"EYAAAHHH...." she yelped, "FUCK IT IN THERE, RON. FUCK IT IN, RIGHT UP INTO MY ASS. THATTA BOY, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!"
She felt the walls of her anal channel tighten against the intruding pole of his plunging cock, and then she felt him fall on her back, in the grip of passion, himself. His arms encircled her waist from behind as he fucked slowly back and forth like an oversized dog humping into her tight ass. He eased his fiery phallus all the way back, until the rim of his corona was held by her sphincter, then he powered forward again, humping it all the way into her, rubbing his scrubby pelvic bush against the tender flesh of her ass.
Sue wanted to pull the walls of her ass wider apart by yanking harder on her asscheeks, but there was no way her rectal channel was willing to open any wider. Her head was turned to the right with her left cheek pressed into her pillow, and she sighed with wondrous rapture as he slid his heaving prong into her another time.
Ron began to fuck into her asshole with greater fury, picking up speed as his belly ground against the cheeks of her rounded ass. The enlarged minaret of his cockhead felt swollen to where he was positive it would shortly explode. He could feel another climax building in him, climbing to new heights on the orgasmic scale. And Sue, bucking back each time he thrust forward, feeling his arms crush her waist, felt a heavy, swirling thrill enlarge in the tunnel of her ass. It was a wild, uncontrollable sensation as her body quivered and bucked and humped back, thrilling to the pressure of his thighs against the lower part of her asscheeks. The climax was enlarging within her; an anal climax. She'd heard and read about anal orgasms, but was never able to fully appreciate one until just at this moment. Her buttocks bounced as her asshole tightened, milking his plunging penis for all it was worth, trying to suck the sperm from it as her mouth might easily suck sweetness from a piece of sugar cane.
"D ... don't stop," she warned, shuddering as her body slammed back hard, her rubbery asscheeks all but destroying his pelvis, and her asshole almost tugging his cock out by the roots.
Her already tight asshole crushed down even more tightly, squeezing, pressing, squashing, and the pressure was too much for Ron. He felt his hot come rise up from his heavy balls and shoot through the tube of his cock into her blistering asshole, flooding it with great gouts of sperm.
"W-A-A-U-U-U-G-G-H-H-H-H!" he grunted, sending blast after blast of blistering wax into her crushing asshole. Strength was draining out of him as sperm blasted into her anus.
They lay there, he on top of her, his cock locked into her asshole for awhile, and then slowly, very slowly, strength began filtering back into the two of them.
"Got the strength for one more?" she asked.
"Jesus, I don't know," he muttered.
"You have one terrific prick there," she complimented as he finally managed to disconnect his cock from her asshole.
Turning over, she sat up, then bent her head and licked the residue from his cock. Against his will-almost, Ron felt his phallic prod begin to swell and enlarge until it was at its full length.
"Kiss my cunt," she ordered.
At first, Ron didn't like the idea. But then, he had kissed her asshole, what could be so terrible about kissing a cunt.
He had her lie down with a pillow under her ass to raise her lower body so he could reach it all the better with his lips. His head was already between the pillars of her thighs, his eyes on a level with the pink folded lips from which a trickle of moisture dripped down the sides of her inner thighs. Moving forward, he put his lips against the wet entrance to her grotto then lanced his tongue straight between the hot labia.
Odd, he thought. He had expected some kind of odor or some kind of fishy taste. But no, it was almost without any kind of taste whatsoever. His tongue plunged further in and washed its way around, licking and lapping as her buttocks trembled.
The air had whooshed from her lungs when his tongue had knifed into her hot cunt. For an instant she had actually tugged herself away the feeling was so oversensitive, but then she hurriedly shoved her pussy forward, greeting his plunging tongue with a labial kiss. She could feel his short nose rubbing against her clit, making her tremble, and then her thighs spread even more widely, giving him total free access to her heated pit. She was moaning with ecstatic delight.
His lapping tongue suddenly pressed against her enlarged clit. He felt it vibrate under pressure as he forced his tongue against it, and then her body trembled as if echoing the vibration of her clit. He pressed his mouth closer and closer to it until he could feel the peg of flesh between his lips. Then he began sucking on it, as she had sucked so avidly on his cock, earlier. And all the while her buttocks bounced madly on the pillow while her thighs suddenly slammed shut around his head, locking his face into her cunt.
"GOD, GOD, GOD-OH GOD!" she was exclaiming as the heat in her cunt went up another ten degrees almost instantly.
Her pussy was becoming more and more wet, and now his own cock was lubricating almost as heavily as dribbles of lubricant literally fell from his prong and formed wet pools on the bed. He was all aflame, hotter than he'd been the other two times, which made him realize how arousing cunteating could be. His roasting cock was the hottest part of his body, but the heat from it was spreading to the rest of him, as well.
"NOW," she croaked, almost unable to speak because of the passion causing her vocal chords to tighten up. "NOW!" she croaked again. "FUCK ME NOW!"
This was it for Ron. He had filled her mouth with his penis, and he had even rammed his cock into the tightness of her asshole. But this was what he'd longed for, many a night when he lay sleepless in his bed. This was cunt. This was the hole of holes. This was what every man dreamt of fucking. Cunt!!!
Desire had been building in him slowly all the while he had been gobbling her cunt. Now it was beginning to manifest itself in his throbbing cock, letting him know if he didn't bury it shortly in the desired hole, it would literally explode, killing him. The heat which had been spreading through his loins and the rest of his body had become too much for him to contain.
Raising his dripping face from her seething hole, he slowly began crawling up on her, feeling the smooth softness of her thighs as they surrounded him. The closer he came to her cunt, the more tightly her loins surrounded him. He felt her heels come up and slam his buttocks, urging him forward, closer to her hot muff.
Between her wide-open pussy and his hot, hard cock there was now a space of less than an inch. His hands reached up and grabbed her tits, as if holding onto them for leverage. His thumbs began rubbing back and forth across her nipples, and then the head of his seething cock was knocking at the portals of her sweet pussy. The leaking tip moved from side to side, lightly brushing one labius and then the other as he cocked his hips and suddenly, as he felt it lodge between the two kissing pussylips, he let fly, plunging it unerringly into her hot, sopping swamp of cunt, charging in like a quarrel shot from a crossbow, feeling the smooth, sopping liquidity of her surrounding cuntwalls.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed, feeling the full length of his sword-like cock thrust into her sopping channel. "OH GOD, THAT FEELS SO UNBELIEVABLY GOOD!"
Her tanned body suddenly reddened as blood surged to fill every capillary, making her body flush. She began wildly churning her hips, humping her middle up so her cunt could fully surround every last inch of his inprobing lance. Her weight was pressed on her heels as she slammed her pussy higher and higher.
She felt the pressure of his palms on either side of her as they pressed into the bed, and she felt the dryness in her mouth, making her realize she was breathing through her mouth rather than her nose. His own mouth came slamming down on hers, and two dry tongues entwined about one another as their fulcrums slammed together, pulled apart, and slammed together again. His thrusting cock was a sweet, delicious delight as it continued working back and forth inside her. He'd had two separate climaxes now, and that would be enough to stave off his next one long enough for her to enjoy an ultimate one of her own. Her tanned, smooth skin could feel the outward pressure of his own thighs as they relentlessly ground against hers.
Sue found herself gasping for air, out of breath. She reached down with her fingers and felt where his cock was joined to her. She could actually feel some of his pole still not in her. It wasn't much; an inch or two, but she wanted every last little bit of that youthful cock.
"Fuck ... HARDER," she barely managed to breathe between a series of heavy gasps.
He brought his elbows onto the bed, leaning heavily on them as he put his back weight on his toes. She stared up into his eyes and saw the determination there.
With a strong wrenching force, he crammed the last little bit of cock into her. Sue heard herself scream the thrust was so wonderfully strong. He shoved so hard, the pillow under her ass slipped out and her buttocks came slamming down onto the bed. He almost fell out of her, but let himself settle with her, plunging ever more fiercely into her seething pussy. She could feel his swinging balls slam into her perineum with shuddering force and wondered if he might not hurt himself fucking into her so strongly, after all. She reached under with a hand and felt for the sac of marbles. Catching them with her fingers, she tickled them lightly, and the result was an even harder thrusting as he pounded his cock ever deeper into her yearning quicksand.
Sue felt her face burning with such intensity she knew her face was a bright red. Her entire body was now concentrating on the delight of his plunging pole as it continued moving through her taut center.
With every forward lunge, his cock seemed to totally fill her tight, squeezing hallway of cunt, and it thrust through her with such force, she actually felt herself moving higher on the bed. Her legs alternately opened and closed, as if trying to suck him into her, ever deeper.
It was impossible to believe this was a boy who had never before fucked. His every action made it seem as if a stallion was ramming into her. His cock wasn't as large as one or two others she'd held, but it powered into her with such brutal force she thought him a veritable fucking demon. He pounded and slammed his weighty meat into her as if he'd done something like this all his life.
And to Ron, this was the wondrous experience of a lifetime many men seek but never find. He was beyond the point of thought at that moment. The body under his was a labyrinth of clasping hot flesh, and however often he plunged his solid dork into the tube of her cunt, he encountered only flowing hot butter and the sound of a gasp coming a long way off. She was taking everything he had to offer, and he had often thought he had more than any one girl might take. He rammed and crammed fiercely, plunging almost sadistically into her lovely body; a body he might never be able to enjoy again unless she was as delighted with him as he was with her.
His breathing was one continuous flow of liquid fire coming from his lungs. Sounds of her moans echoed lightly in his ears because he was concentrating purely on his cock and all it could do.
And then Sue heard herself no longer moaning, but beginning to screech as her thighs and calves came bouncing up from the bed even more rapidly. His plunging cock seemed to be moving through her with fantastic speed, slicing through her membranes as if it was a sharp knife, making loud, noisy slurping sounds.
Her climax hit her with all the gentleness of an earthquake. Her hands dug into the gluteal flesh of his buttocks and forced him even deeper as her body spasmed wildly, tightening, clutching at his plunging cock with such strength, Ron suddenly found it almost impossible to move within her cunt vessel. Her passage had become inexplicably tight as she shouted, "GNNNAAANNNGHH ... AAA-A-R-R-R-R-A-A-h-h-h-h-g-g-h-h-h-h!!!"
Ron felt a strange, almost itching sensation in his penis as he forced it ever so tightly to move through Sue's pressuring cunt. He knifed in again and again, ramming its full, agonized length in to the limit, plunging ever more quickly in the hope he would be free of the heaviness filling his cock. It was building again, enlarging in him as it had done twice before, and though he was certain he didn't have much fluid left, he knew the feeling was going to be the strongest one he ever had. Her mouth had been fantastic, her ass unbelievable, but neither could match the feeling he was about to get from jetting into her wonderful cunt.
And then the flood came bursting forth, not so much fluid this time, but tremendous sensation. He pulsated forward at jet-speed, he wondered if the friction from his sawing cock might not actually slice through her cunt.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH...." he groaned, unable to keep quiet. It was hitting him with explosive force now. He couldn't hold out.
"COMING," he gasped. "I'M COMING! COMING ... COMING!!! OH GOD ... OOOOOOOAAAAAAGGGRRRRRRGGHHH ... "
And then what little liquid there was left in his balls came blasting out, squirting into her tight, crushing pussy. He strained forward, still lancing his dong into her, and Sue, who had reached her own apex and was sliding down, whispered, "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! Come heavy. Thatta boy! COME!"
Ultimately he fell forward, cushioned by the pillows of her wonderful tits. He wondered if he would ever be able to catch his breath. But little by little air found its way into his lungs, as it had found its way back into Sue's body.
The following day, Sue had a session with Tommy Waite, and she found the boy had improved since their last get-together.
"You comin' to the picnic tomorrow?" Tommy asked.
"Yes," she nodded, "why?"
"'Cause I think you and I could possibly ball it up there."
"I don't think we should take any chances," she replied. I mean with you it might not be too bad, but if I were ever caught with you, I'd be arrested for statutory rape. My name would be blackened, my husband's reputation would be ruined, and I might easily go to prison."
"All that just for teaching me the pleasure of fucking?"
"That's right, Tommy."
"Jeez, it ain't fair."
"I know. A lot of laws aren't fair."
"Well, I'm gonna be there tomorrow anyway."
That night, Sue slept restlessly. She had a premonition something was going to happen at the picnic, and if she could have gotten out of going, she would have.
At ten the following morning, she kissed her husband goodbye, and, dressed in a white blouse and grey slacks, hurried to the youth center. There, she saw the three buses waiting to take the kids to Shrewsbury Park. Harry Grass headed up one bus, Terry headed the second one, and Sue was given command of the third one. It was not by accident that Tommy Waite, Ron Geis, and Lyn Miller were on Sue's bus. She could see the looks in their eyes, and she knew she'd be in trouble if she so much as started with even one of them.
The buses started up and headed straight for Shrewsbury Park. Once at the park, everyone disembarked and headed for the picnic area. Games of softball were started, while others went and played on the tennis courts. Luckily no one was hurt and Sue didn't have to play nurse to anyone.
Having been with the center more than a week, Sue had come to know most of the boys pretty well. She knew all of them by name, and she had warmed toward most of them. Even the big so-called bullies had become toned down and reserved in her presence. But there were one or two boys she couldn't take to at all. And the one she disliked most was a slimy little, pimple-faced weasel with long, wavy black hair that came down in curls over his shoulders. He had a huge, banana-like nose and wore very thick glasses. Everything about him was despicable. His name Al Bertstein. He was a slimy, wormy, disgusting excuse for a human being, and even at the center he was able to make very few friends. Being an opportunist, he was the type to take advantage of any friendship, causing the people he was with to feel like underlings. , Now fifteen years old, Bertstein was feeling heat in his groin and was wondering when he would have an opportunity to con some chick into putting out for him. He knew he'd never get a girl to love him or even like him. His only hope was to convince her of the benefits involved. He would be able to do things for her no other guy could do. Just what things he never did say, because even he didn't know what he could do for anyone. It was a deliberate lie, and the girl he'd had most interested had been Lyn.
He had almost had Lyn conned into putting out for him. He would have lost his accursed virginity, and then, Monday, Lyn had gone away with that Berne woman, and when he saw her the next day, she was completely uninterested. It was all the Berne woman's fault, and he'd see to it she paid. Would she ever pay.
He couldn't tell the others with whom he hung around that he had failed at something. After all, he had to seem like a really big deal in their eyes. So he had to get his revenge his own way. And he had it figured exactly. He would rape the shit out of the woman. If she called for help, he'd claim she was the one doing the seducing, and he'd have her put away for statutory rape. On the other hand, if she kept her mouth shut, he'd be able to finally fuck someone at last. Either way, he came out ahead. And the picnic was the perfect place to do it. There were fields of high grass nearby where he could fuck the woman, but if she got cute, the fields were in hearing range so he could shout out to the others for help. In fact, he just might fuck her and call for help anyway. That'd fix her fucking ass good.
He waited a couple of hours until all the games had been played and everyone had finished eating. Then, when he saw Sue going to the water fountain at the far end of the park, right near the high grass, he decided this would be as good a time as any to make his move. All the others were still seated around the picnic tables.
He got up and sauntered over to the high grass, then slipped in when he felt no one was watching. He moved through the grass very quickly until he got to the concrete building where all the comfort stations were located. Outside, on the other side, was the water fountain, and he got there just as Sue Berne had finished her drink.
"Hey," he called out to her.
She turned toward the grass, but at first saw no one. She was about to turn and go back to the table when she heard the voice call again. Moving closer to the grass, she made out a figure. Moving even closer, she recognized Al Bertstein and was about to turn away from him when she saw the switchblade emerge from the grass with his hand attached. He pressed the point to her throat and said, "This way, lady. This way nice and quietly. You make a sound and I'll cut your lovely throat and leave you here for a homicide squad to find."
"What is it you want?" Sue asked, shaking.
"That's better Bertstein said, waving her into the grass. "I want your nookie. It's as simple as that. You cooperate, and nothing bad'll happen. Dig?"
"Please," Sue said, frightened of the knife.
"Please? Sure I'm gonna please. I'm gonna please you, and you're gonna please me. Now keep walking. That's a nice cunt."
He led her a good fifty feet into the high grass, then had her stop.
"Now take off them fancy slacks," he ordered.
"Don't do this," she pleaded.
"I'm doin' it, lady. Now take 'em off before I cut 'em off." The sight of the nauseating, pimply-faced boy made Sue sick to her stomach. But the sight of the knife frightened her more than the boy disgusted her, and so she removed her slacks.
"Now the panty," the boy insisted. "Very good," he nodded, when she complied. "Now just lie down, lady. Lie down and be quiet or I'll stick this thing into your cunt instead of my cock. Believe me, after the way you conned Lyn outta puttin' out for me, I'd be justified in stickin' this thing in your pussy. Now spread those thighs nice and wide."
Sue lay down, feeling terrified. She had to get away from this sickie. But he already had his own pants and underpants off, and he was kneeling between her thighs, pressing the knife to her throat with one hand while he used the other hand to push his fingers into her dry cunt. She squirmed as he hurt her. But Bertstein didn't give a damn. He shoved his fingers in harder, then moved them around and pulled them out. He sniffed at them, then said, "You're bone dry in there. Gee, that's tough. If you were wet my fat cock would fit into you a lot easier."
Had the knife not been at her throat, Sue would have laughed. Fat cock? His penis was no more than two and a half inches long at its hardest, and it was just about an inch in breadth.
Pushing his cock between her thighs, Bertstein slowly pressed it forward into Sue's dry hole. The dryness made her cunt very tight, and she could feel his cock hurting her as it slowly slid into her. Had it been one of normal breadth it would have torn her membranes inside.
"Oh, SHIT!" Bertstein mumbled. "This feels great. Christ! I knew it'd be terrific, but I never figured it'd be this good. OOOOH, just keep that cunt still until I'm all the way in."
A hot flooding spread over Bertstein's cock as he forced it's tiny length into Sue's cunt. He felt a hot tingling, making him shiver with delight, causing the knife point to move a little and almost scratch Sue's throat. She was gasping with fear.
'Now, Bertstein all but yelled, and began rubbing his cock back and forth inside Sue. "Ooooh Jesus ... I'm gonna come already. Oh, SHIT! I don't WANNA COME ... I don't wanna come. NOT YET!!!"
And then a shoe seemed to come out of nowhere with a foot attached and crash against Bertstein's skull. Ron Geis approached them and asked, "You okay?" of Sue.
"I'm all right," Sue gasped.
Bertstein tried getting up, and suddenly another foot kicked his head from behind. Tommy Waite appeared and said, "This slob doesn't have any manners."
"How did you two get here?" Sue asked.
"Lyn saw this character sneakin' off toward the grass," Tommy explained. "She knew you were usin' me on the home program, like you was takin' her home to teach her how to be a good cook or somethin', so she came and told me. I told Ron, and here we are."
"I'm here, too," Lyn said, appearing.
"What do we do with El Creepo over here," Ron asked. "Do we castrate him with his own knife?"
Ron had picked the knife up when Bertstein had dropped it. He was now waving it under Bertstein's nose.
"I got a better idea," Lyn said. Picking up Bertstein's pants, she tied his arms behind his back. Then she used his filthy underwear as a gag.
"Let's let him watch what really good sex is all about," Lyn said. "He'll never be able to tell anyone about it. If he so much as opens his mouth, he knows we'll cut off his balls and shove them down his throat."
"I still think we should do that now," Ron said.
"I say we all ball it up, right here and now. No one else knows we're here."
"Now wait a minute...." Sue broke in.
"Wait?" Tommy asked. "What for? Look, we ain't talked about this before, but we ain't dummies. I know you took Ron t'your house the other day. After all, he gave me the dough you gave him for rakin' those leaves. And Ron knows I go t'your house, just as we both know y'took Lyn on Monday. We ain't gonna tell no one, but we know you been swingin' with all three of us. And we figure the time has come for the four of us to swing together."
"Just as long as nobody plants a baby inside me," Lyn told them.
"No need to worry about that," Ron laughed. "I've always been hot to sixty-nine it with you, babe. How's about we go at it right now?"
Ron dropped Bertstein's knife and pulled his own drawers off, revealing his solid cock.
"You go down on me, first," Lyn insisted. "I'm through listening to unkept promises."
Lyn pulled her panties off from beneath her skirt and hiked the skirt up above her hips. Then she turned to Bertstein who was lying on the ground, and said, "Take a good look at it, Al. This is the first and last time you'll ever see it."
Walking away from the others, Lyn lay down in the high grass with her thighs wide apart, and Ron literally dove between her thighs. The sound of his eating the girl's pussy could be heard ten feet away.
"I guess that leaves you and me," Tommy Waite said to Sue.
"I guess it does," Sue nodded.
Tommy got down between Sue's thighs and began licking at her pussy the way a cat lapped at a saucer of milk. In almost no time Sue was wet and ready to go, but before letting Tommy put his cock into her, she insisted on sucking on it for a while.
"Now," she told Tommy, and he knelt between her thighs and easily slid his small, but solid, cock into her seething cunt. This felt good in comparison to the tiny sticker Bertstein had tried emptying into her. Tommy's cock slid in easily and moved quickly, and before she knew it, Sue was having a solid orgasm, feeling Tommy's spunk blast into her pussy.
After a while, Tommy pulled out and went to Lyn while Ron came to her and took up where Tommy left off. Having unloaded once in Lyn's cunt, Ron took a long time shooting into Sue, and by the time he had blasted off, Sue had enjoyed three separate and distinct orgasms.
Then Sue and Lyn went at it and ate the combined spunk of the two boys out of their seething cunts. When it was over, the four of them got dressed, and leaving Al Bertstein there, walked out. They knew Bertstein wouldn't try and get up and follow them. It would have been foolish on his part, what with his own dirty underwear knotted around his mouth as a gag. And by the time the buses left Shrewsbury Park, Bertstein still would not have worked himself loose.
Sex had become a large, important part of the lives of Tommy, Ron, and Lyn. They knew they would be sharing Sue for awhile, but they also agreed Lyn would divide herself equally among the two boys, but only at Sue's house. As long as they kept it among themselves it really didn't seem like promiscuity. But doing it on the outside, without Sue's sanction, would have been like cheating.
Sue went home feeling oddly content that night. Sid, her husband was waiting for her. She quickly showered, then dressed and they went out for dinner.
She had come a long way in the past couple of weeks. If she was careful she had a long, long way to go. If things could go on this way, she would be very happy.
In a while, Tommy, Ron, and Lyn would all stop coming to her house, because they would no longer need her. But the nice thing about working at the center was she would be able to find so many other "needy" children who could use her abilities.
With the one exception of Al Bertstein she had spread a lot of happiness in the short time she had started working at the center. It made her feel good to know she was useful. And now that she wasn't making demands on Sid, he seemed more inclined to give her a little action, himself. And of course there was still no one in the whole world like Sid.
