Marriage is apparently not the sacrosanct institution it was, five or ten years ago, or even earlier. It has become exposed to many who feel it is outdated, claiming it stifles the development of one's self. All it can claim to be is a temporary sanctuary or refuge for the girl whose mother instilled in her the basic need to get married. More than one girl who married because mother told her the best protection was a husband, has gotten a divorce. In this world of legalized abortion and shrinking populations, is marriage really a necessity?
Here then, is a view of a married couple who, because they are caught up in their own little prison-one of their own making-finally break out with a vengeance by surrendering to their innermost fantasies. The husband seduces a pure, innocent little schoolgirl, and the wife, after a shattering experience with a teenage boy, decides she needs more than one male at a time to keep her physically content.
Though neither condemning nor condoning marriage per se, this book does present another view. It is not attempting to woo married people away from the present responsibilities and obligations, but it is trying to make young people think about precisely what it is they really want. Marriage is, after all, wonderful, for those who can live within its restrictions. But the divorce rate would go way down, if only people would think a bit more carefully before entering the sacred institution of matrimony.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The morning sun slanted across the blue and white pastel cover of the large double bed. A slight breeze followed it through the slightly open window, and Aaron Mendelson turned, looking at his wife of fifteen years. Annette still had the slim, boyish figure she'd had when he'd married her. It was the figure that had attracted him to her in the first place.
Annette's eyes were already open, and she was looking back at him. Aaron had been thirty when she married him, and she was half his age. She celebrated her Sweet Sixteen party a few months before her first anniversary. He had a hang-up about very young girls, and it was her youth and innocence that attracted him. Somehow, over the years, even after giving him three children, she managed to retain that innocent, slender look. So now, even though she was thirty, she could easily have been mistaken for a girl ten or more years younger.
But for all her innocent looks and pure appearance, she was a hungry tigress in bed. No matter how often her husband ravaged her young-looking body, Annette could never get enough. And it was this fierce hunger inside her that seemed to turn Aaron away from her. Yet the sight of her lying there, so girlish in appearance after all these years, made him want her for the moment. And he said so very diplomatically.
"Let's fuck," he whispered.
They had to whisper, even with the bedroom door closed and locked. They didn't want their children hearing them.
"Aaron!" she chastised, her eyes wide with pretended astonishment. She knew he enjoyed a semi-rape, and so she always acted outraged by his lewd suggestions.
She tried rolling out of bed, but the covers had tangled themselves around her long, slender legs, and she almost tripped trying to get up. Besides, Aaron was quick, catching her, pulling her wriggling, sensuous body against his, feeling under the shortie pajama, shirt and caressing her tiny, bud-like breasts. They had never grown out of the A cup bras she wore, and she didn't even need those. But her mother had taught her to wear a bra, and so she wore one no matter how unnecessary it seemed. His hands worked quickly, unbuttoning and removing her pajama shirt, and then stripping down the shorts. He spun her to face him, so her bared breasts pressed into his own pajama shirt.
"God!" he gasped. "What a body. What a fabulous body," he whispered, holding her tight against him. "I could go crazy simply rubbing my cock against any part of you."
"Damn you, Aaron," she whispered. "Are you crazy?"
"Yeah, I'm crazy, all right," he agreed. "I'm crazy to fuck the little girlish ass off you," he told her, his hands moving over the warm, rich contours of her slender body, feeling her struggle made his cock that much harder.
He rolled a little, pressing her body beneath his, watching her toss her long brown hair from side to side as it contrasted against the white of the pillowcase. He was trying to kiss her, and she was doing everything possible to avoid his mouth. And then his lips branded themselves on hers. She managed to get a hand free, and reached up to grab his hair. And then her hand froze. Her husband had a "high forehead" and didn't like to be reminded of it. What little hair he did have covering the sides, back, and top of his head he wanted to keep as long as possible. So she didn't dare tug on his hair. God! She wished she could make love to someone with bushels of hair on his head, if only so she could yank on it.
His spearing tongue began probing between her tightly closed lips. It forced its way between her clenched teeth, making her open her mouth, sinking all the way in like a hot knife. It probed here and there, seeking out her own tongue, teasing her gums and palate, touching the sides of her mouth, and even tantalizing her teeth. Once his tongue touched hers, it acted like a magnet, drawing her tongue into his own mouth so he could chew on it.
She felt his hands squeezing her small breasts, his fingers toying with the nipples. She felt the hot blood pumping into them, making them lengthen as his fingertips compressed them. Annette gasped, moaning and pleading for him to stop, but Aaron's ears were deaf. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered heatedly, arousing her all the more, "You want it, and you know you want it. I watched you while you were asleep before. Your whole body is craving my cock. I saw you touch yourself in your sleep. We both know you're a hot bitch. You like the way I squeeze this firm tit of yours, pulling on the nipple. And when I squeeze those gorgeous asscheeks of yours, you know it's going to make you even hotter. You can't wait for me to stuff my hard cock into that tight, delicious little quim of yours. Don't deny it. I can smell how hot you are to fuck. God! The animal heat is all over you. You're dying to be pronged."
"No, oh God ... no...." she moaned as his mouth clamped down on hers all over again. And even as he did so, Annette felt her cock-starved body yielding. Her period ended the previous day, which meant she hadn't been fucked for five days, and she really needed his cock. Yes, she loved his knowing hands, and she adored the crushing taste of his hungry lips. And when his tongue sank into her mouth she creamed, all aflame.
Beneath his masculine weight, the slender wife bucked and strained, pretending she was attempting to escape, thereby making it all the more enjoyable for him. Aaron hadn't been the lover he used to be, especially in the past few months. Something had come over him, and though he always started out strong, aroused by the sight of her anxious body, he almost always tapered off toward the end, sometimes leaving her totally unsatisfied.
Every movement of her taut body brought her cock-starved pussy into closer contact with what felt like the hardest erection he'd had in weeks. It felt like a stolid rod of steel, separated from her pouting vagina solely by his pajama pants. She could feel the urging, pulsing heat of it, and the doughy mass of his testicles seemed to press through the thin material and rub against the anxious flanges of her aching cunt. Oh God! Maybe Aaron could do it this time. Maybe he could make her cum. She hadn't had a good orgasm in weeks.
If need be, she would beg him to finish her. Even if his hard cock stopped functioning, maybe he would do it with his mouth. God, did she ever need it. She felt tremendously aroused and frustrated, and hoped his male menopause might be at an end. She felt so totally out of control.
Yet, in order to keep him hot, she continued fighting his masculine attack, knowing this was the one thing that might keep him aroused. She clawed at him, but she had no nails. During the day she taught guitar, and used her fingers to strum it, so she had to keep her nails short. Her attempted raking of him was totally ineffectual as he tugged her slender thighs apart, bending them and pressing her knees back up against her chest. She could feel her nipples digging into' her kneecaps, her thigh muscles straining so badly, he was almost hurting her. Above her, his handsome face with its tanned flesh and pointed nose seemed to leer, baring his strong white teeth. She could feel his fingers delving between her thighs, probing into her tight, defenseless pussy, feeling the soft pubic hair, then inching lower. They parted her moistening cuntlips, and slowly eeled their way into her warm, wet tunnel. Then his fingers began scissoring up and down, making her rotate her hips in a helpless attempt to counter their pressure. And all the while his firm, masculine torso was rocking from side to side, crushing down against her. She could feel the strings of his pajama pants tickling her thighs, and his hard cock suddenly sprang through the opening, and rubbed against her asscheeks. Now his fingers were sliding deep into her wetly responding nookie, moving in and out, while the rest of his fingers fanned out against her soft, small, round buttocks, moving as if her rear end was a guitar and he was strumming it.
"No...." she insisted, only urging him on. "No, no, no, don't do ... uhhhhhh ... Aaaronnnnnn...."
But even as she pleaded she could feel herself reaching higher and higher plateaus as her body begged him to slam his thick meat inside. Without realizing it, she was slamming her hot little cunt against his thrusting fingers, her inner chamber pulsing urgently around the two fingers still inside her. He no longer forced her thighs way back, and now her legs came forward, scissoring around his hips as she let him silently know she surrendered. Her arms twined themselves around his back, fingertips gripping his muscular arms through the sleeves of his pajama shirt. Anxiously, her soft lips opened and sucked his thrusting tongue into her mouth, nibbling on it with her small, even teeth. Her completely naked self trembled in obvious hunger for him, even though her voice softly whispered, "No, Aaron, no...."
"Annette, you know you want it," he whispered. "You know you need it. But before I give it to you, I want you to beg me for it. BEG!"
She gasped, still wriggling and pressing herself against him while clutching him tightly with her arms. Afraid he really might withhold his phallus, she desperately reached down between their tightly compressed bodies, her fingers finding the long, hard, thick pole of meat, closing in around it and squeezing, feeling the virile heat she hoped would remain long enough to give her the satisfaction she craved.
"Aaron," she gasped. "I want it. Yes, I WANT it. I'll do whatever you say if you'll only give it to me. Give me ALL OF IT!"
He smiled, rolled out of bed, and got to his feet. Checking to make certain the door was locked, he returned to the bed and stared down at the tight, pink gash of her fur-surrounded cunt. He could see the pink lips wet and shining with the juices of her animal desire. And there was the hungry, womanly need in her wide, brown eyes, while her sensuous lips trembled with eagerness. Yes, he was going to stuff his masculine sausage into her. He was going to stuff that girlish cunt so full of his meat she would scream. He always had more cock than she could handle.
But not yet. Not just yet. In a little while. He'd bend this child-like creature to his own way of thinking. He'd make her cringe and beg. Maybe he'd even be able to get her to suck on it. God! He'd gotten her to do almost everything else, but each time he suggested she wrap her lips around it, she gave him a funny look, as if the idea was distasteful. Well one of these days he'd shove his manly pipe into her mouth and make her drink down the entire contents of his balls. Hell! She liked to sing while playing the guitar. Maybe his white cream would help her voice.
Removing his pajamas, he tossed them casually on the bench near her dressing table. Now she could see his long, thick phallus. The way it hung between his thighs made Annette gasp in anticipation. She was always amazed when she saw how long and thick it was. She never ceased to wonder how he managed to fit it all into her. Not that she was really an expert on penises. The only other ones she'd ever seen were those of her two young sons, one was nine, and the other was seven. To think their tiny wieners would one day grow into an immense salami similar to the one sported by their father. Nature was amazing. She was already imagining what it would feel like to have that wonderful pole crammed into her. She knew she couldn't hold all of it. Her narrow cervix stopped it when there was still nearly two inches to be fitted into her. Even so, she wanted to feel the thick lance ramming its way up into her tight vagina.
Aaron stood over her, his fingers tightly gripping the thick shaft, forcing more blood into the throbbing head. It bulged, all purple and swollen, flexing and enlarging until the sight of it was all she could see. A colorless drop of lubricant seeped from the head, oozing out of the tiny slit. It glistened like a clear pearl as it clung to the tip, and the sight of it made Annette that much more passionate. God! How she wanted that heavy baton sliding into her tight cunt. Just thinking about it made paroxysms of delight course through her body, and she felt a very, very mild orgasm. It was so mild, all it did was whet her appetite for more. Staring at it, she decided there was nothing in the world she really wanted more than that thick, unbending hunk of meat. Yes, she wanted it to fill and re-fill and re-fill her again and again. She sighed and automatically reached out to feel and titillate him, wanting to keep him at peak arousal, knowing it was the only way he would remain hard enough to do the final job. Once again she wrapped her fingers around the bole of the hard prick, noting how they just barely made it all the way around.
And then he was lowering his naked body over her nude, defenseless torso, feeling her squirm beneath him. His hot, seeking mouth closed over the bud of her right nipple as she moved from side to side. Her long, slender, tapered thighs opened to surround him.
Suddenly deciding he wanted into her right now, rather than keep her waiting, he told her, "Hold my balls with one hand, and use your other hand to guide my cock into you."
His hands wandered over her burning flesh, making her shudder with more anticipation. Annette sighed.
"Yes, yes, yes," she acquiesed.
Her fingers hastened to obey him. One hand cupped his heavy scrotum, weighing it, while her other hand remained closed around the thickness of his stolid prick, guiding it between her thighs, against her pulsating wet labia. She could feel the heat of his rubbery glans against her vaginal opening, just as her breast could feel the beating of his heart. His weight on her arms seemed to make his testicles that much harder for her to hold, yet her fingers managed without squeezing too hard.
"Tug on it a little," he insisted, looking down at the woman's white flesh with a direct stare. "Make it nice and wet, so when we slide it into you, it'll be a feeling you'll never forget."
"Yes Aaron," she nodded, totally subservient at this point.
With her long, tapered fingers she rubbed the meaty pole back and forth, making certain to touch the burgeoning head. Drop after drop of thick ointment came out, and she used it to coat his throbbing meat, moving the point up and down between her sensitive outer labia. Her own body continued emitting a shining lotion that was slippery and wet, making her coral-hued cunt glisten all the more. Her hand gripped his thick cock all the more tightly, rubbing it against the tender, sensitive button of her trembling clitoris, making her writhe all the more at the sensuous contact. She could feel her outer vaginal labia trying to act like pincers and grab his monstrous cock, anxious to push it into the maw beyond and swallow it up. God! She was aching for it. She had to have it inside her, and she had to have it now, this moment, immediately.
With a muted, long-suffering sigh, she brought the dark magenta tip a little further into her, parting her outer lips and pressing it against her inner labia. Her flesh burned with the need to feel more and more. She shuddered and shook as she felt his pubis twitch and move a bit more forward as he allowed her to insinuate his swollen cock a little deeper into her tender, wet center.
He swept his hands under her thighs, pushing them back again, but not letting her bend her knees. Now her calves actually framed her sweet, almost girlish face. Her hot cunt was splayed wide open, a defenseless plane, vulnerable to his massive cock. Staring at her, her face looked so helpless and tortured, for the moment it made his throbbing dick even harder. This was what he liked to see.
Now his hands gripped her shoulders and he braced himself. The sheer immensity of his cock made her tremble. She had contained it for fifteen years, yet she trembled before each skewering, she was always worried her tight vagina could not contain it. Yet he was never gentle with her. Had he been gentle, it would have ruined the illusion of being raped. He was going to thrust his massive truncheon all the way into her, shoving it in hard, with all his strength, as fast as possible. That was his way. She would yelp at the instant of penetration. She always did. Yet she knew she wanted it, no matter what the cost as far as hurting her. The licentious need burned inside her, and she knew he would have the rest of his hair torn out, should he choose to take his thick cock out and away. She was terrified he might indeed pull out, and whimpered, "Now! Do it now. Shove it in, NOW!"
Gripping her lasciviously trembling shoulders, his fingers two strong vises, Aaron thrust into her with a vicious attack. The helmet-shaped head of his thick phallus ripped into her soft, unresisting tunnel, sending great ripples of shuddering sensation ahead of it as a torpedo pushed the water before it. With the accuracy of a guided missile it sank into the deepest recesses of her crushing vagina. He continued his maddening plunge until the pulsating point literally banged into her cervical opening. Even though he still had nearly two inches of hard cock unsheathed, she could feel his dangling balls slam against both thighs as his scrotum dangled from side to side. At the same time he ground his hips into her, almost as if trying to force her cervix to open and accept the rest of his cock. He churned spirally, making her churn to counter, ramming against her womb again and again, convinced he could force it open to take his cock. After fifteen years he still was not content, wanting to bury the full length of his hard cock.
Her slender arms beat at the empty air, then closed tightly around the straining muscles of his back. Her slim legs flew helplessly every which way, into the air on either side of her. She reveled in it, despite the strength of the way he ploughed into her. He was filling her shuddering, trembling belly to the utmost, almost cutting her into two equal parts. She could feel his weighty scrotum being slammed forward against her perineum, teasing the sensitive little nerves hiding in the small bit of flesh between her anus and vagina. She wriggled, trying to heave her belly up against his body, but to do that would require deeper penetration, and that would mean pain. She hadn't thought it possible to feel pain after fifteen years of marriage, but she knew, his cock-head, forcing its way into her cervix, would bring on instant pain. But God! There was so much of his thick cock, and he had slammed it into her so strongly, so eagerly, and she had accepted his roughness, even though her creaming tunnel could never get used to it. Her vaginal muscles tightened, grasping his thick pole, closing tightly around it, feeling the way it pulsated inside her. Then her entire torso trembled, as if attempting to dislodge him. But his arms surrounded her, holding her tight, while his lean, hard body pressed her into the bed's soft mattress. His phallus was so thick, when he flexed it, she could feel the bulbous head expand inside her, trying to widen her tight vaginal interior.
He remained motionless for the moment, wanting her interior to accustom itself to his breadth. He knew it felt much better when the inside of her tight cunt opened enough to let his powering prick move through with only mild resistance. Little by little her feminine tunnel adjusted to the broad dimensions of his intruding, lust-bloated cock.
Annette sighed, her eyelids fluttering as she felt maddening sensations shooting through her, literally inundating her wantonly aroused self.
"Okay," Aaron said to her. "Now we fuck. I want you to slam that burning pussy of yours into me with all your strength. Make believe you're giving a music lesson, honey. Make music."
He began reaming his heavy pole in and out of her tight cavern, the weighty thickness of his thrusting cock drilling into her wetly surrendering flesh. Each time he pulled back, her reddened vaginal inner lips wrapped themselves around his retreating flesh, clinging to him like saran wrap, allowing themselves to be all but pulled out. Then he powered back in, continually burying as much of his thick rod into her as would fit. She could feel and hear his dangling testicles whack against her thighs. With each stroke she grunted a little, gasping with delight, hoping and praying he would remain hard until she had achieved her satisfaction.
Her mouth was hanging open, her tongue tucked first in one corner, then in another. Annette began moaning and sighing, humping her slim body up violently now, starting to match the violence of his lancing attacks. Her fingertips ran up and down along his back, and if she had nails, there would have been a mass of bloodlines.
She hoped her husband would remain hard. She loved him, but was afraid he no longer cared for her. Otherwise, why would he lose his hardness? Lying under him, looking down and seeing his thick, masculine phallus moving in and out again and again, sliding through her tight, helpless vagina, all she could do was enjoy every little sensation being imparted. She hoped he didn't think of her as a oody designed simply to relieve his heat and frustrations, because she realized, for each time she didn't cum, he didn't cum. And she was certain the urge to cum was no less strong in him than it had been in her. Given time, she was positive the strong love she felt for him would be felt by him. That, by itself, would enable him to remain hard no matter what happened. Maybe he needed another girl ... for a little while. Perhaps a girl would bring him back to life for her.
As far as she knew, he had been a faithful husband. Perhaps it was time for him to try someone new, if only so he could return to her and think of her as fresh and new.
She, herself, would never consider infidelity a cure for anything. She loved her husband dearly, and except for recent weeks ... make that recent months ... he had always satisfied her in every way possible. True, he wanted her to do things she didn't care to do, like sucking his penis. But he was never adamant about it, or she might have done it. The idea didn't appeal to her, but if it really meant that much to him, she would have been willing to do it. Maybe that was what his penis needed to keep it from shriveling.
As the lean Aaron continued to violently plunge his throbbing cock into her tender pit, Annette realized her body was really dying for satisfaction. It had been a long, long time since either one of them had enjoyed a decent orgasm. When he finally did cum, he would probably shoot an ocean of semen into her. She had even tried holding back a week, once, hoping the celibacy might make his body clamor for it so much he'd be able to keep his erection long enough for her to cum. What happened was fine for Aaron, because the layoff caused him to have a premature ejaculation, and he flooded her all right, but she got no special feeling from it. She was climbing the walls with the need for an orgasm.
Maybe this time he'd be able to hold it long enough. Maybe this time his cock would remain firm. She wasn't that far away from a climax. She could feel it working around deep down inside her. Oh she'd had minor orgasms, but all they'd done was make her feel the urge for a big one all the more. She wanted a really rip-roaring cataclysmic explosion; the kind she had enjoyed regularly for more than fourteen years. Damn! She needed it, and since Aaron was her only lover, he had to do the job.
She felt herself getting there. Yes, yes, just a little longer, and she would be at the top.
Sighing, groaning and writhing, she anxiously slammed her wide-open pussy into the long, thick, rampant, lancing hardness he was consistently driving into her. She could feel the burning and the imperative strokes of his solid stud as it pushed in and out of her yearning cave. She reached under her thighs and grabbed his dangling balls, feeling them soaked and slithery with outpouring fluids of her own body.
"God! God! God!" she gasped. "It feels so g-o-o-o-o-o-d. I'm dead and going to heaven. Aaron, Aaron, don't stop now."
She unwrapped her thighs from around him and dug her heels into the mattress, straining the cords in them as she bounced all the more wildly. She was slamming her fervored body up and down the thick length of his swollen, solid penis as he remained poised over her. Like a hungry, feline mouth, her hair-fringed muff throbbed wetly around the cock it was anxiously devouring, and she could feel her matted pelvic curls mingling with the hairs on his pubis.
"Unnh ... unnh ... UNNNH ... UNNNNNH...." her voice was a loud gasping grunt, as her fingers began tightening their hold on his dangling balls, intent on literally squeezing the seed out of them, into her own body. Her other hand tugged his mouth against hers as she cupped the back of his head. Her tongue lashed against his teeth, spearing the lingual digit deep into his mouth, trying to reach his tonsils. She sucked on his tongue, licking it, biting it, chewing it, feeling it play around inside her own mouth.
"Almost...." she gasped. "Almost ... I can ... feel ... UNHHHH...."
Burning flames were spreading deep in her gut, moving wildly around in her straining pussy, making her all but scream. She knew there were no words to aptly describe the wild sensations ripping through her. It was a feeling so deliriously magnificent, so absolutely fantastic, she was prepared to tighten every muscle, tense every nerve, and clench her teeth when it hit. She was prepared to go out of her mind with rapture.
Licentiously surrendering to her own carnal appetite, she felt the thrill starting to build inside her. It would hit in a moment, and she was prepared to enjoy every bit of it. She was really going to slide down that rainbow.
And then ... it was all gone. All the thrills, all the ecstasy, all the wonderful tingles ... gone ... disappeared ... a dream that no longer existed.
The long, thick, hard, hot, pulsing cock, slicing through her taut womb like a wicked sword, burrowing into her cervix, stretching her crushing walls, was gone. In its place was a limp piece of yielding hamburger, all squishy and twisted and bending even as his loins continued thrusting against her pelvis.
"My God!!!" she screamed. "Where is it? For the love of heaven, I'm almost there. I'm ready to cum. Don't let up now. Please, Aaron, please ... I can feel it deep down in there ... I can cum ... just give me the chance ... FUCK ME, DAMN IT."
Her wide eyes betrayed the agony she was suffering, hovering on the brink of orgasm. She could see the tenseness in his face as it suddenly lined itself with strain. He was as desperate as she, only the look in his eyes was one of futility, as well.
"Keep fucking, keep fucking, it'll grow again, just keep fucking," she urged, desperate for that orgasm.
"It's no use," Aaron told her, coming to a halt. "It's no damn use. It shrunk. It's gone."
"Oh my God," she gasped, her voice bitter with frustration. Burning tears filled her passion-bright eyes as frustration ran rampant through her slender body.
"Aaron," she gasped, as he rolled over and lay beside her. "What's happening to you? We can't go on like this."
"Suck it a little," he gasped. "Maybe that'll help it."
"I ... don't know," she told him, shaking her head. "You know I don't like the idea of doing that. I've never done it before."
"Goddammit, woman, d'you want me to get that erection back or not?"
He lay there, his fingers toying with the short, wet limpness that had been a stolid erection moments earlier. Jerking on it served no purpose whatsoever. Annette could see that. She fingered it for a moment, but saw nothing happening.
"Just lick it a little," he told her. "You know, run your tongue over the head, tickle the corona.
If we can get it up fast enough, I'll pump it right into you, and you'll cum, you'll see. Try it."
"I ... don't think so," Annette told him, though her voice was much less resolute. His shriveled penis looked so vile and obscene, lying there between his thighs, so useless and lifeless. It was difficult to believe how stalwart it had seemed only moments ago. God! Her cum-starved cunt was in dire need of satisfaction. If only he had held the erection a little bit longer, just a little bit longer. It was almost as if his cock had known when she was about to cum, and purposely deflated at that instant. It shone, all wet and slimy with the secretions of her hungry vagina.
"Sucking it might be the only way to bring it to life," Aaron told her. "Hell! Just watching how your mouth tightly grip it could get me all hot and bothered. Hell! It'll turn into a solid horn if you suck it, and I'll be able to finish you off in no time."
"Why don't you do it to me, instead?" she asked defensively.
"And if I did, and made you cum, would you be willing to do the same thing for me? I mean, I want to cum as much as you."
"Are you saying you want to shoot that slimy stuff into my mouth?"
"Well my God," Aaron expostulated. "One would think I wanted you to taste something dirty. Annette, sperm is the cleanest, most sanitary stuff in the world. A simple drop of tap water would destroy all the little spermatazoa floating around in the semen. There is nothing in the whole world as clean as the seed inside a man."
"No," she told him, shivering at the mere thought of putting so obscene and terrible a thing between her lips. "No, Aaron, I can't do something like that. I just can't."
"Well that makes two of us, honey," he told her. "Because I can't, either. I mean, I would be more than willing to lap you, provided you were willing to give me a little head, afterward. But for me to satisfy you without you satisfying me would be very unfair."
"It doesn't matter," she told him, disappointedly glancing at the clock radio on his night table. "It's time for you to get up and get ready for work, while I get the kids their breakfast."
CHAPTER TWO
School was a pain in the butt to Janice Van Ness. She wished she didn't have to keep on going. But her mother insisted Janice had no reason to deprive herself of the same education all her friends were getting.
Friends? That was a laugh. Janice, who was only twelve years old, had no friends. And as far as Janice was concerned, the reason was very simple. That her disposition was far from sweet didn't seem to count for much in Janice's mind. She expected her friends to remain friendly no matter how badly she treated them. And the reason for her bad manners, and for what she believed to be her lack of friends, was her accident. She had been hit by a car a year earlier, and as a result there had been an operation which left her right foot two inches shorter than her left.
Prior to her accident, Janice, who was still growing, was all of four feet eleven inches in height. Now, standing on her good foot, she was five feet one inch. If she had the operation her doctor was suggesting, shortening her left foot two inches, she'd be right back to four feet eleven' and even if she grew three more inches, she'd be all of five feet two instead of five feet four. She'd be shrunken.
Janice was a stunningly beautiful girl. Except for her one leg, her body was nicely proportioned. She had small, budding breasts. Her hips were starting to round out, and her buttocks were already round. Because of her leg, she did lots of exercise, wearing a shoe with a two inch sole so she wouldn't limp, but she still put a lot of undue strain on her left hip, and her doctor warned her she would be having a lot of operations in the future if she didn't have the one that would shorten her leg. Her hip wouldn't be able to take the continued pressure.
There was a breeze blowing that day, and it made Janice's hair fan out behind her like a waving flag. She had long hair, light brown, all the way down to her waist. She brushed it a hundred and fifty times every night before going to bed. She wore a simple blouse of opaque cotton, with no bra underneath. The brown buds of her nipples pressed enticingly against her blouse, but it never occurred to her she looked sexy. She was a mere twelve, and at that age most girls don't think of anything beyond how to avoid household chores, and how nice Elton John sounded.
Had the wind not been blowing so strongly, it wouldn't have pressed her blouse against her body, and her girlish nipples would not have been visible. As it was, all the boys walking past her twisted their heads to look at her, and Janice thought they were all laughing at her. Well, let them. She didn't care.
The school was right next to the Crimmin Aerospace Company, where Aaron Mendelson worked as an electrical engineer. Aaron was one of the few adults Janice noticed, because he always ate his lunch sitting up against the fence, separating the schoolyard from the aerospace company. He would look into the yard from time to time, but she was certain he wasn't looking at anyone in particular. How could she know his mind was slavering at the sight of so many young, innocent, growing girls, whose bodies were first beginning to blossom. Janice hadn't escaped his eye. How could she? She was the most enticing girl in the entire yard. He could see the roundness of her buttocks, and he noticed the barely perceptible pressure of her nipples against her blouse. It made him all the hungrier for her. He also noticed her shoe, and surmised she had one leg shorter than the other, though he didn't know why. The sight of her crippled leg in no way deterred his desire for her. Yet Aaron Mendelson wouldn't have done a thing about his desire for Janice, or any other pre-adolescent, had Janice not made the first overture.
Janice thought of herself as a girl growing up ahead of other girls. She was too mature for the babies her own age. And it was time for her to start acting mature. Older girls, like her sixteen and eighteen year old sisters, were going out with boys. In fact, her eighteen-year-old sister was going out with a man, and though she had no idea what her sister did on these dates, she could tell it was fun, because her sister always came home with a smile on her face. When she asked her golden-haired oldest sister just why she was so happy, her sister had replied, "Well, honey, let's just say, I made Stanley happy, and Stanley did the same for me." Just what her oldest sister had meant by "making Stanley happy" was something Janice couldn't quite figure out. But if it could make her sister smile, then whatever it was, she wanted to try it.
That Friday morning, as she went to school, still feeling angry at the world, she decided it was time for her to find out just what it was that could make a man happy, and thereby make herself happy. Perhaps if she could find out what it was that made adults happy, some of her bitterness would go away.
Throughout the morning class, she sat quietly, not even knowing what it was she should daydream about. She was determined to get away from the silly little girls who always bothered her to help them with their homework, and find out what she wanted to know.
At lunchtime, she stepped out into the schoolyard, carrying her own bag lunch which she brought from home. She noticed the balding man with the tan complexion sitting against the fence, as usual, staring the other way, looking at some girls who were playing hopscotch.
Children, she thought. Imagine playing hopscotch at the age of twelve. Gee, wasn't that the silliest thing?
She knew by now she would have to start the conversation. After all, if he had wanted to start talking to her, he would have done so three weeks ago, at the start of the Fall term. She had seen him every school day since, and he only sat there, looking, never speaking. He was always alone, as she was alone. It was almost as if the two of them were meant to meet.
She walked over to the fence and sat with her back against it, but not directly behind him. Rather, she was off to the side a little, which would make looking at one another easier. She noticed he had a lunchbox with a thermos and two sandwiches.
"Hi," she said, feeling her heart jump into her throat.
"Hello," he smiled, and she found his voice very pleasant.
"I'm Janice," she told him. "Hi Janice. I'm Aaron."
"Tell me, do you like it here, watching all those silly schoolgirls every day?"
"Well now, I don't know if they're silly," he replied. "Besides, there are a lot of boys in the yard as well as girls."
"I suppose," she nodded, taking her own sandwich out of the bag. "But they're just as dopey."
"I get the feeling you don't get along with most of the others," he said.
"I don't," she replied. "They're such sissies. All they want to do is play hopscotch or baseball."
"And you don't like those games?" he asked.
"I couldn't play them even if I wanted to," she replied.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "I should have realized that."
"Don't be sorry," she answered. "I'm much too grownup for those silly games."
"And what games do you like to play?" he asked, somewhat amused, even though talking to this precious little girl was making his pulse race.
"Can I be frank with you?" she asked.
"Well I am a stranger," he warned her. "You should be careful what you say to strangers."
"That doesn't worry me," she said. "Who do you know that I know whom you might tell?"
"You have a point there," he admitted, finishing his first sandwich.
"Look, my eighteen year old sister goes out on dates with a man, and when I asked her why she always comes home with such a happy smile on her face, she tells me it's because she's done something to make him happy, which in turn has made her happy. But that's all she says. She won't tell me what it is she does, and I'm curious what it could be."
"I don't think I'm the one to tell you that," he whispered. "That's man-woman stuff, and if anyone ever caught me talking about something like that with you, I'd be thrown in jail for what is known as corrupting the morals of a minor."
But Aaron Mendelson's heart was thudding as he pictured all the things he would love to be doing with this delicious little girl. Her shortened leg evoked no pity from him. As far as he was concerned, she had a pussy like any other female, and he would just love to make use of it. But his common sense told him he didn't dare. God! If he ever got caught, it would be the end of him.
"Well look," she told him, "I'm not looking to hear a lot of silly words and stuff like that. I mean, you could tell me what it was all about from now until tomorrow and it wouldn't mean a thing to me. What I'd like is for you to show me what it's all about. If you did that, well then, I'd be able to make you as happy as my sister has made Stanley, and you would probably be able to make me happy."
Aaron thought he would blow his mind. Although this little twelve year old might not be aware of it, she was propositioning him. The trouble was, it all sounded too good to be true.
"Look, honey, Janice, you're a nice girl, and you shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that."
"Like what?" she asked, innocently. "Have I said something wrong?"
"Not exactly," he replied. "But there are things you'll learn when you get a little older, and it wouldn't be right for a man like me to be the teacher. As I said, I could go to prison if anyone found out, and nothing would happen to you."
"Well gee, I wouldn't want to do anything that would get you in trouble," she assured him. "But I sure would like to find out all these things that are supposed to make men and women happy."
"Like I said, it's not something to be lightly discussed."
"Well gosh, suppose you meet me somewhere tomorrow, and we could go off somewhere all alone, and then maybe you could show me?"
Aaron's mind was spinning wildly. Yes, there was somewhere he could take her, and no one would be the wiser. He had a little summer cabin about an hour away. And he could drive in such circles the girl would never be able to lead anyone there. But no, no, someone might follow him that first time and break in when he tried doing something with her. God! The temptation was great, but he just didn't dare.
Janice smiled, seeing him remain silent. If he was going to say no again, he would have come right out and said it. No matter what he said now, she knew she could get him to teach her the things she wanted to know. So before he could reply, she said, "Look, Aaron, don't say anything. I don't know what you're thinking, but tomorrow I'm going to Raynor Park. At noon I'm going to the south entrance of the park and I'm going to stand there for fifteen minutes. If you should happen to come by in a car, I'd be more than happy to get in and go wherever you want, so I can learn what it is I want to know."
"Janice, this isn't right. I'm old enough to be your father...."
"Well gee, what does that have to do with it? I mean, you're a nice man. You aren't going to shoot me or stick a knife in me, are you?"
"No," he admitted. "I wouldn't shoot you with a gun, or stick a knife in you." She noticed he accented the words knife and gun.
"Look, like I said, I'm going to be there. If you want, you can stop by and pick me up. If not, well I'll just walk home."
She accented the word walk, as if to let her knew he'd be doing her an injustice by making her walk any distance with her short leg. And right then and there, Aaron Mendelson knew he was in a bind not of his own making. What the hell had he done to deserve something like this? Just because he couldn't raise an erection, or keep an erection raised once he did get it up, was no reason for some unknown power to be testing him. Hell! He felt weak enough as it was. Something like this would wreak havoc with his conscience. Even as he realized he could simply walk away from all this, he knew he wouldn't. She was temptation itself, and there was no way he could resist.
The school bell rang, letting Janice know her lunch hour was over. She got up, turned, and smiled at him, not realizing her smile cinched his definitely being there, and headed back into the school, after throwing her empty paperbag in a trash basket.
CHAPTER THREE
Annette Mendelson felt herself burning with frustration. She was going insane. If she didn't get some relief soon, she would simply blow her mind. The trouble was, Aaron was not the one to do it. Hell! she had given him a long time to straighten out, and he just wasn't straightening. So she needed someone else. The trouble was, there wasn't a man in the neighborhood who could keep his mouth shut.
She was into her Pinto station wagon, coming home after taking all three children to church school. She wasn't religious herself, but it would be nice to have her children confirmed. When she got to the house, she decided to park the car out in front rather than put it in the garage. The garage door was closed, and she didn't feel like putting the car away. The process would only be repeated again in two hours when she would have to pick up her children.
There was already one car parked in front of her house. It belonged to one of the neighbors who had more cars than he did garage space. She had to pull up beside his car, and back slowly into the space behind him. As she did so, a young, teenage boy, who had been on the sidewalk, suddenly decided to cross the street behind her car. At the last moment, Annette saw him and stomped on the brake. Even so, her rear bumper nudged him the littlest bit, and he seemed to go flying back onto the sidewalk.
Stopping the car, Annette got out and ran to the boy who was rolling around on the sidewalk.
"My God!" she screamed. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, well you didn't exactly kiss me just now," he told her, grunting.
"Can you stand?" she asked.
She bent and helped him to his feet. He put weight on the one leg he had been favoring, and said, "It hurts a little."
"Please come inside," she said. "Maybe I can do something to help you."
Visions of lawsuits danced before her eyes, as well as the sight of Aaron taking the car keys away from her. God! That was all she would need; to be grounded. Then who would do the shopping and take the children to church school? And then there was the insurance company, already charging exorbitant rates. They would be only too glad to raise her rates, the bastards.
With the boy leaning on her shoulder, she headed for the house. Once inside, she shut the door and helped him into the kitchen where he sat on the dining table rather than a chair.
This was her first chance to get a really good look at him. He was about five feet, nine inches tall, with light brown, almost dark blond, hair. And although he was an undeniably good-looking boy, his eyes were a bit glassy, as if he were high on something. Had Annette not been so worried about what happened, she would have smelled the beer fumes coming from his mouth. Fear of having her driving privileges revoked had her so terrified, mingled with the possible damage she might have done to the boy, she didn't smell the beer on his breath.
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked. "A soda?"
"Gimme something hard, like beer."
Annette looked at him and asked, "How old are you?"
"Fourteen going on fifteen, and I've been drinking beer for two years. Ever have beer and yogurt for breakfast?"
Beer and yogurt? Yechhhhhh!
"What's your name?" she asked, getting the can of beer from the refrigerator.
"Jules," he replied. "My friends call me big Julie."
"I'll settle for Jules," she replied, opening the can of beer and giving it to him. "Now, suppose you and I talk about what happened."
"What's to talk about?" he asked, pulling on the beer and hiding the smell of beer he had tasted previously. "You hit me. That's all there is to it."
"Well, this is something I'd like to keep from my insurance company, not to mention my husband. I thought we might come to an agreement."
"Money?" he laughed, almost giggling. "Lady, I don't want any of your money. But I tell you what," he said, chug-a-lugging the rest of the beer. "There is something I'd like."
"What's that?" she asked, ignoring the glint in his eye, anxious to have the matter settled.
"You," he told her. "I'd like to get a piece of you."
"What?"
"You heard me. And what's more you understand me. But in case I haven't made it clear, I'm willing to forget everything that's happened if you let me fuck you."
"Jules, you're drunk. Either that, or you're crazy. Now why don't you get out of here before I call the police."
"Yeah, you do that. Go ahead and call the cops. And I'll tell them all about how you hit me with the car, and then you dragged me into the house and poured this beer down my throat to make me look drunk. Come on, lady, we both know how that story will go over."
"Th-they have tests," Annette told him. "They'll be able to see whether or not I tried getting you drunk, or whether or not you are really drunk."
"Sure, and if I'm drunk, who will they blame? You. Come on, honey. Let's you and I go upstairs to the bedroom and work this out sensibly."
Had the circumstances been different, Annette might have been the one doing the seducing. She liked his face, even if she didn't care for his manners. The same thoughts running through Aaron's head when he spoke with Janice now ran through hers, and she knew very well to be caught with this boy would be very bad for her.
"Jules, I think you'd better leave this instant. I'll call the insurance company and make a full report."
"You don't want me to go," Jules smiled, drunkenly getting to his feet. "Really, that wouldn't be much fun at all."
He was leaning toward her, a cold smile on his face. She could see the lust shining in his drunken gaze.
"I'm warning you, you leave right now or I'll call the police."
Her cracking voice made Jules decide his course of action. He reached out and grabbed Annette's wrist. Annette became terrified at the mere touch of the boy. He was surprisingly strong for a boy not yet fifteen. And the cold, glaring look in his eyes sent chills shooting through her. He put his other hand on her shoulder and began pushing her back toward the stairs leading to the bedrooms.
"Take your hands off me and get out of here," she insisted.
Her voice was full of terror, but it was also very demanding, and Jules wasn't in the mood for anyone to make demands of him. He calmly raised a hand and slapped her across the face, sending her slamming into the banister.
"Lady," he said softly, "the only way you're gonna tell me what to do is if I like what you're telling me. I may be only fourteen, but I ain't no kid. I'm a man. And as a man, I do what I like, even if you don't like it."
Annette cowered against the banister, terrified he would hit her again. He reached out to grab her, and in her haste to get away from him, she stumbled on the bottom stair and fell sprawling against the steps.
Jules walked over and got a tight grip on one of her forearms. He was panting, and drunk enough to be nasty, but he wasn't drunk enough for her to overcome him.
"Leave me alone," Annette screamed hysterically. "Leave me alone ... get away from me." Her voice no longer was demanding. She was begging him, terrified of what he had in mind, though subconsciously she was welcoming it, because she needed an orgasm very badly. Consciously, she was terrified, scared and shivering. She didn't like the brutal manner in which he was behaving. With Aaron it was all pretense, and she could accept it. Not so with Jules, who was half-drunk and determined to fuck her.
Kneeling beside her on the steps, Jules grabbed her two wrists in one hand and forced her arms back over her head, while spreading his lean body over hers. Her soft, tender body trembled under his weight. And then she tasted his foul, beer-smelling breath as he hungrily clamped his lips on hers, tasting the ripeness of her mouth. His tongue thrust its way against her tightly clenched teeth, finally prying them apart and licking into the soft, warm cavity of her mouth.
Her stomach churning from fear, Annette lay motionless beneath his heaving body. Her mind spun, trying to think of a way to escape this young madman. Adrenalin pumped itself into her body, giving her strength she might otherwise not have. She had to escape from this maniac.
Abruptly, using the strength she never knew she had, she shoved him away. He rolled off her onto the floor, and before he could get to his feet, she was charging up the stairs. He was right behind her.
Her bedroom. The door had a lock on it. If she could reach it and slam the door, she would be safe. Then she could call the police.
She ran into the bedroom, turned and tried slamming the door in his face. Her fingers were already on the knob, trying to turn the lock, but before she could get the door completely closed, she felt him hurl his body against it. This sent her flying away from the door, across the room, onto the bed.
"Thought you could get away," he laughed, his youthful voice sounding harsh in the restricted confines of the bedroom.
When she tried sliding off the bed, he reached across, grabbed her, and flung her back down again. He threw himself on top of her, pinning her to the bedspread as he gasped, "This time you ain't getting away. This time, you make so much as one wrong move, and I'll whip the hell outta you."
His drunken voice was icy with anger, his steely eyes now burning into hers. She moaned with fear as his hand began fumbling with her blouse. She was horrified, or she would have tried stopping him. The fear of feeling him slap her face made her gasp and pant as his fingers deftly undid her buttons. She sensed he would be only too glad to hit her again if she moved the wrong way.
He yanked on her blouse, tearing it from her body. Then he hooked his fingers into her skirt, grabbing the elastic waistband of her panties, as well. He tugged, pulling everything off at once. She wore no stockings, but had on short white socks and slip-on shoes. He pulled her shoes off, as well, ignoring her socks. Now, the lovely, slender shape of her body was exposed to his lascivious eyes.
Jules stood there, gasps coming from his throat as he hovered over her, staring at the perfection of her figure. God! She looked so great. She really had a body, this one. Nothing like the one skinny girl he had tried fooling with in school. That one hadn't had any tits at all. Her hips and ass had still been flat. But this was one terrific-looking broad.
His beer-soaked mind burned as his eyes glistened, staring at her womanly shape. True, she didn't have much in the tit-department, but whatever she did have was more than he'd ever touched. But the silken smoothness of her firm hips, and the whiteness of her unblemished thighs kept his gaze locked on her, wandering up and down. And then his eyes stopped, staring at the dark V between her tightly closed thighs. His mouth fell open as if a hinge had broken, and he began to gasp all the more loudly.
Jules was almost out of his mind with lust for her. His burning prick was a thick, swollen, leaping rod, pressing out of his groin, straining the fabric of his rough dungarees. He had the new kind of dungarees, with a zipper, and hurriedly tugged it down, permitting his heavy cock to spring into the open air like a sprung ballista. It waved around in the warm air of the closed-in bedroom as he backed up, went to the door, shut it and locked it. Then he walked forward, letting her see his thrust-out cock. Light pubic hair, wiry and curly, stuck out of his fly, as well. His hard, long cock pulsed repeatedly, letting the rest of his body know where it wanted to be buried. Jules felt an impatient need to hurry and grant the request of his flaming body. She might have been an older woman, but her body was firm and taut, sending all kinds of lustful messages to his brain. She was the most sensual thing he had ever encountered. And seeing her, lying there helpless and naked, trembling because she was terrified of him, filled him with a masculine sense of domination he had only dreamed about, previously. Imagine, this adult woman was scared of him, a fourteen year old boy. God! She was just about his mother's age, maybe a few years younger. And she was married, too. Man, that really meant something. He wasn't going to fuck into some dumb virgin who didn't know the first thing about wiggling her ass.
He'd never know what it was that prompted him to suggest she put out for him in the first place. The truth of the matter was, when he'd said it, he had been only kidding. But her reaction seemed to arouse him, and the more she resisted, the more he was determined to get into her. She was one helluva woman. Even with her small tits she was no namby-pamby teenage quim who didn't know her cunt from her asshole. Yeah, she had herself one helluva body, all right, and it made his young erection twitch all the more anxiously, as if wanting to impatiently get on with this rape.
Annette lay there, unable to move. She stared at the boy's large erection, and in the back of her mind she was surprised so young a boy had so large a cock. True, it was neither as long nor as thick as Aaron's, but it was very large for a boy his size.
She shivered, feeling his hands reach down and press on her thighs, rubbing the satin columns, kneading them between his working fingers. Then he pushed, slowly but surely separating them, forcing them apart. He knelt on the bed, using his knees to keep her thighs apart, then reached down and placed one hand flatly against the hair-lined pout of her pussy. He could feel the soft tendrils of pubic hair curl around his fingers.
"Don't," Annette gasped. "Oh please ... Jules ... don't...." she pleaded, her voice filled with inimitable horror as she attempted to pull away from his fingers. She reacted as if each finger was tipped with electricity, ramming her silken soft asscheeks into the bed in a vain attempt to escape the pressure of his attacking hand.
"Stop moving around," he gruffly insisted, his free hand slapping her face again, then squeezing her nipples.
Annette fell back on the bed, tears running down her cheeks, her body numb and unable to resist. More tears filled her eyes in a never-ending flood. She tried to deaden her nerves and feel nothing, but her body was only too aware of Jules's forceful fingers pressing the hairy mound of her velvet cunt. But all she could do was lay there and let him do as he pleased. Her terror of this vile young man and what he would do had her so horrified, she didn't want to do anything else that might cause him to hit her again. She knew the littlest wrong move on her part could provoke him. In his semi-drunken stupor, he had become a crazy, raging animal.
Her eyes stared at his bloated penis which was already swinging back and forth between her open thighs. God! If only she could shut the entire incident out of her conscious mind. But her subconscious refused to let it happen. Deep down inside, her anxious id was looking forward to what was about to happen to her body. It wanted her conscious mind fully aware of the wanton attack about to be perpetrated on her unwilling body.
A long, terrible shiver blasted through her body as he rubbed his middle finger up and down her vaginal slit. She could feel him holding himself back, but it was only a matter of seconds before his finger parted her tender labia and forced its way into her opening. He moved his finger a little, and she jumped, terrified he would tear her flesh with a fingernail when he probed' into her. And then, suddenly, violently, swiftly, the finger pushed in, ramming itself all the way in, making her jump and scream, "Jules!"
Jules felt hot shivers course along his finger, into his hand, up his arm, and through his body. He trembled and shook as if with ague, feeling the sucking heat of her vaginal interior pull on his finger as her tight inner pathway tugged him deeper and deeper, until he thought his entire hand might suddenly be yanked in.
Annette felt her voice crack with fear. She suddenly fell silent, her breath catching in her throat. His finger had slipped out of her but she could feel him pressing the knobby dome of his hard prick against the trembling lips of her vagina. God! He was still wearing those rough jeans, and she could feel the coarse material rub against her thighs. He wasn't even going to give her the courtesy of removing his pants. Cold sweat broke out all over her body and she felt inwardly sick. Something like this just couldn't be happening to her. Things like this happened to other women. She read about these things in the newspapers. But in this neighborhood, and especially in her own house, it was impossible to accept this.
Her mind suddenly snapped completely awake, and she was no longer trying to hide behind some mental fog. She saw everything with crystal clarity, noting the thick solidity of his pulsing, thick phallus, poised in the furrow between her pulsating, twitching, naked vaginal labia. It was so rock-hard, so monu mentally erect, and so obscenely menacing, her subconscious fell madly in love with it. This was a cock that wouldn't shrink. Here was a phallus that would remain erect right to the end, assuming he didn't have a premature ejaculation.
A wanton, lascivious image of what she looked like in his eyes filled her mind, blotting out her subconscious anxiety. Yes, she could appreciate what he must be thinking, seeing her spread-eagled on the bed, totally naked, feeling his throbbing cock pressing against her soft, moist cuntlips. His eyes were wandering up and down, still trying to take in all her naked glory at once.
Annette felt the blood throbbing in her arteries. It turned cold as she watched him guide the anxious, tanned, lust-stiffened probe of his swollen cock against the tiny, shivering aperture of her vagina. And then, all of a sudden, with the rubbery knob parting her labia and moving inside, he suddenly ploughed forward, jerking his hips, lancing the fully erect pole into her shrinking, though soaking vagina. He shoved the entire length of it into her, rubbing his own fuzz-covered pelvis against her rich profusion of pubic hair. He could feel her vaginal walls stretching around his probing cock as she felt the unexpected pressure, and gasped, "Ohhhhhhh!"
Her lithe, slender legs kicked out wildly on either side of him, futilely beating against the covers.
For a short period of time Annette thought a new world had been born inside her. She could feel the heavy, pulsating cock as it lay buried in her depths. Her inner vaginal chamber was accustoming itself to the breadth of the member, but since it wasn't as thick as Aaron's, her body was able to adjust all the more quickly.
Jules held his vibrating meat all the way inside her, enjoying the mad, wild, exciting thrill of actually feeling his vital organ drowned in the heated swamp of the beautiful woman's moist interior. God, but it felt so fantastic. He didn't want to cum just yet. Not yet, no, no. He managed to hold back the rising sperm, forcing it to retreat. He wanted to savor the full feeling of total pleasure one could receive from being engulfed by this tight mass of febrile tissue and membrane known as a cunt.
Satisfied he would not yet reach fulfillment, he gritted his teeth, reached down, and filled his palms with the small, round cheeks of her vibrant ass. He slammed forward, gutturally grunting, trying to slam his long, wanton member even deeper into her anxious pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... God ... Jules ... no ... no ... it's wrong ... don't...." she gasped, crying for her lost purity, knowing her fidelity had been breached, and not just because of the fact that someone other than her husband was fucking her. Her fidelity had come apart because she subconsciously had wanted it to happen, and was even now gleefully urging him on when her conscious mind sobbed and cried. She thrilled to the solid length of cock plunging into her again and again.
The full horror of what she had opened her mind to began overpowering her subconscious. She felt cheap, tawdry, and degraded, lying here in her marriage bed, allowing this brutal boy to ravage her slender body. Her most intimate parts were stuffed by the licentious erectness of this young boy's massive organ. He was only two or three years older than her daughter. The vile, twisted idea of what was happening seemed to make her outraged, yet even as he plunged into her, she realized it was all hopeless. Even if she hadn't wanted it to happen, it would have happened. Even if Aaron had been the perfect lover, this boy would have had his way with her. True, she wished for something like this, deep down. After all, if she were raped, then she wouldn't have to take the blame for the enjoyment she might receive. But the mere fact she knew she wanted it to happen wiped out the thought it would have happened no matter what she would have wanted. Since it was a young boy, less than half her age, made it seem all the more degrading. He was assaulting her, probing into areas only one man had known. She was very much to blame, in a way. After all, she had brought him into the house. She was the one who had plied him with beer. And when he had made his first approach, she hadn't run screaming into the streets, thinking she could handle a mere boy.
Now, as his hard cock continued rummaging through her, she knew she was enjoying what was happening. She had fallen into this bog of self-degradation and depravity. Now she was hopelessly afraid, knowing he wouldn't quit until he'd received total satisfaction, himself. Her mind was a twisted mass of self-reproach and anxiety, wondering whether she should go on berating herself, or, in the words of Confucious, since it was inevitable, lie back and enjoy it. His marble-solid length continued plunging in and out of her, flexing strongly against her bruised interior.
She realized there was no way to stop him. She might as well accept the fact he was going to spew his seed within her roiling confines. And if she closed her mind to it, she might never get another opportunity like this again. But the big problem was, should she merely accept what was happening to her, or should she help it along?
Jules was becoming accustomed to the pressure of her tender cunt, and before he popped his load, he thought he might try a thing or two to make this sobbing bitch glad he was inside her. After all, if he was really good enough, she might let him come back and do this another time.
Slowly pulling his solid cock back, he saw how wet and shining it was as it came out of her clinging cunnus. He kept the swollen, enlarged onion-shaped head locked between her inner labia.
Annette gasped, feeling her anxious vaginal interior trying to reach for the bloated phallic point, suddenly realizing it was resting, not plummeting in again.
In, she thought, suddenly realizing she was no longer ashamed of what was happening to her. In, in, all the way in. And as if hearing her mental plea, he cocked his hips, his eyes shining with want, and instantly slammed his stiff, blood-filled cock right back in. In one brutal stroke he filled her with the full length and thickness of the heavy whang between his thighs. His dangling balls slammed into her asscheeks, and for the first time Annette realized how good it felt to have testicles slap into her buttocks. It built her even higher, increasing the thrilling sensations she first realized were coursing through her body.
Now he withdrew the shuddering pole once again, its shaft thickly coated with more of her secreting juices. And then it went slamming back in again, ramming in to the hilt, all but lifting her body up off the bed, it slammed in with such power. He began thrusting in and out with a regular, cadent rhythm, teasing the burning, demented fury out of her, making her realize she not only wanted this sensation, but needed it. Her excitement increased, and her eyes blazed with it.
Jules saw the effect he was having on her, and because of it, his own enjoyment became tremendously enhanced. God! who ever thought fucking an older woman could be this good. He plunged all the more rapidly into her, whipping her soft vaginal flaps with the shuddering pressure of his hairy pubis. His lunging cock twisted and stretched her elastic interior, making her vagina feel thrill after thrill, thus manufacturing even more lubrication, thereby making his passage into her cauldron a little easier. He slammed into her lust-wracked cunt again and again, making her sigh and gasp with each thrust.
"My Godddddd!" she gasped. "Oh God, God, God...."
Jules felt his eyes almost popping out of his head as they bugged out widely. He was leaning forward, his weight on his hands which now rested on either side of her body. He could look down the length of their entwined bodies and see the way his hard, solid cock was plunging into her weeping depths, coaxing more and more lubrication from her turmoiled interior. He loved to watch the stiffness of his pole each time it slammed back, reappearing from beneath her light brown hair. It slid from her sucking vagina the way a well-oiled piston eased out of a valve, and it slid back in the same way; as if her cunt had been designed for his hard cock. He saw the scalloped edges of her vagina reach out each time he pulled back, like tiny fingers trying to hold onto a greased pole. And then he saw them fold back in on themselves when he pumped forward, watching the way her storming depths swallowed up his spearing masculinity. His rhythm was relentless, continuing to power in and out, in and out, watching the way her vaginal lips reacted each time.
His plunging, stolid phallus seemed to fit nicely, filling the empty, aching recesses of her feminine interior. All the anguish left behind by Aaron seemed to be soothed by the balm of his massaging cock. The organ moved more quickly now, expanding all the more, making her tight passageway expand with it as her walls clamped solidly around the thrusting stanchion. The pressure caused nerve-endings in her inflamed vagina to tingle and burn, whipping the interior so wildly, she voluntarily began pumping her hips up and down.
Throwing his weight on his hands, he slammed into her flustered vagina with relentless strength, pumping again and again, jamming his long, thick, throbbing phallus between Annette's lasciviously parted thighs. He slammed in hard and deep, filling her as full as he could on each forward lunge, and withdrawing all but the swollen, onion-shaped head each time he pulled back. Her tight vagina was an ocean of flooding fluid, and she was feeling as delighted as she had earlier in the day, when her husband had been hard.
"Unnnggghhh ... unghhh ... unnnggghhh...." she gasped helplessly, her head flailing from side to side, her long brown hair whipping across her face. Within, she felt burning arousal fill her body all over as he continued moving in and out of her. She stared at the boy with burning fervor, hoping he could keep it up for a while longer. Her own climax, which had receded to some hiding place within her was afraid to come out for fear of having to retreat again. If, by some chance, this boy either shriveled up, or came before she did, thereby preventing her from achieving her own satisfaction, not only would she go stark, staring mad, but she would tear his eyeballs out and shove them down his throat. She had done nothing to promote this wanton attack on her person, but now that it was taking place, he would either do a good job, or he would never do any kind of a job again.
She lay there, lifting and dropping her hips in unison, and her conscious mind was unable to believe what her subconscious was doing. Within her body the orgasm was building, and she recognized the inner sensations. Whatever sense of morality she might have had, already found itself melting before the heat of his onslaught.
Terrible as this realization was, she chose to ignore her conscience. The conscience would only make her feel sorry, afterward. Perhaps she would, and then again she might not. But she was determined not to brood about it now, and ruin the building thrills within her. The combustion of lustful desire was becoming more and more powerful within her. It was so strong, it completely overwhelmed and overpowered her "sense of decency." Heated, primitive thrills enlarged inside her savagely assaulted vaginal interior. It grew rapidly, like a delightful cancer, creating a greater animal need than ever before. Soon it would totally swallow her.
"AAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Jules groaned, long and loud, feeling the shocking vibrancy blistering into his hard cock from her sucking interior. Her sweet, stretching cunt now seemed to constrict and tightly clutch the moving phallus. His loud, animalistic grunts of delight seemed to ignite a thrilling response from Annette. His voice seemed to set off a sympathetic vibration within her, and at this point she understood she was completely his to do with as he pleased. Fighting him was so foolish, especially since he was giving her what her body craved most. She no longer wavered on the brink of indecision. To do anything other than take full advantage of what this young, drunken boy was doing to her would be ridiculous. Earthquakes of wanton licentiousness shook her, making her tremulous body shudder all the more, but this time with passion. She felt the world open beneath her, and then she was falling, falling, falling into the endless chasms of wonderful, delightful lascivity.
"Jules," she gasped. "More, more ... give me ... uhhhhh ... more ... ahhhhh ... mmmmmmmm...."
Her lilting, gentle voice had changed to a throaty groan of passionate and overwhelming desire. Her entire torso was wildly writhing and spinning as she madly thrust her anxious pubis up to meet the shattering pressure of her youthful paramour's plunging cock. Her small, soft buttocks quivered with enthrallment as excitement mounted higher and higher within her. Her tongue came out and licked her dry lips, making them moist and sensuous, while she squealed out breathless gasps of convoluted pleasure. Her brilliant, shining eyes were glossed over with the smoldering passion of growing sexual thrills, and her intestines felt as if they were aflame, burning with the maddening fires of total, wanton sensation. Her mind spun all the more rapidly, bringing her near the edge of insanity. Her body writhed and wriggled against the driving piston of Jules's powering cock. Her small nipples dug into his hard chest as she clutched him to her. Her long, brown hair flowed around her head, on the pillow, looking like some dark halo. She moaned like some primeval female at the dawn of time, her lovely, kissable lips parted in wild ecstasy.
"Unnnhhh ... yes Jules, yes ... ohhhhhhhh ... that's the way ... don't stop now ... whatever you ... uhhhh ... do ... don't ... oooooooh ... stop now...."
Her soft voice was crooning lightly in his ear, but her panting was so heavy, the heated bolts of breath sent shuddering flames through his brain. Her fingertips dug savagely into his youthful back, her hands moving slowly down until her palms rested against the flat cheeks of his plunging buttocks. She forced him to move faster and harder against the wide-open plane of her obscenely displayed vagina.
Jesus! Jules thought. This woman is crazy. Now she wants more. Christ! I don't know if I have enough strength to keep up with her.
Even so, he pumped all the more vigorously into her, thrilling to the pressure of her widespread thighs against his hips. He had no idea she would be affected so strongly by his penile plunging. What was happening now was beyond his wildest expectations. Yet here she was, screwing away like mad. God! Women! Who could fathom them? They fought and screamed and yelled, yet when one came right down to it, they were as hot for cock as men were for pussy. Go figure it. She had really fought him at the start. And he could tell she was serious, acting like a snide bitch. Now she was begging him for more and more, though he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself under control much longer. God! It was a miracle he had been able to contain himself this long.
His mind continued conjuring up the spectacle of a dozen other females he wanted to rape, wondering if he would have the courage to attack them. And all the while he continued pounding into her body, the loud, clapping sound of their bellies coming together echoing throughout the bedroom. She stretched her slender thighs wider and wider apart in a greedy attempt to swallow every last inch of his hot cock, and perhaps his balls, too. Her mouth issued long, low sighs, unmindful of the nearness of his mouth and his wanting to kiss her again. She had become a human mass of raw, total pleasure. Every ounce of her shuddering body was alive with thrilling delight. Tantalizing pleasure filled her again and again, and this time she knew there was an orgasm at the end of her fucking rainbow. She and her husband had played at rape for so long, she really enjoyed it now the real thing had happened. Forgotten was her anger at the boy, or her despair at how he had gotten into her. Forgotten was her husband and the frustrating attempts he made bringing her to satisfaction. All the problems of the day, and all the ills she had felt earlier, were being swept out of her mind by what the boy was doing now.
Their naked, lusting bodies slapped and slammed against one another with continued consistency, filling the air with the sounds and aromas of wanton sex. Wild cries of sexual sensation passed back and forth from one to the other as they danced horizontally in the age-old rhythm of coital enjoyment.
Neither one was thinking clearly at this moment. Each seemed demented, their minds empty as they humped and twisted against one another. The soaked, sweaty body of the boy continued to slap into her tender body, violently slamming between the wide-open, white thighs of the small, slender housewife.
"Jesus ... fucking ... Christ...." the boy gasped. "You sure ... uhhhhhhhh ... know how ... ahhhhh ... to move ... ohhhhh ... that ... uhhh ... wonderful ... ooooooooh ... ass."
His voice was a panting gasp, filled with admiration at the way she was now responding. He was fucking into her all the more quickly, signaling the approach of his oncoming orgasm.
"Please...." Annette gasped. "Please ... Jules ... don't ... uhhh ... quit on me ... uhhhhh ... now," she begged, almost choking on the words. The full thrust of her overpowering climax was only seconds away. He had to hold out. He had to. And then her stuttering voice changed to moaning whimpers and her slender thighs wrapped themselves tightly around his young body, pulling him all the more deeply into her. The climax was on its way, and this time nothing would be able to stop it ... nothing.
"Oh God ... great god ... I can ... uhhhhh ... feel ... ittttt ... uhhhhh ... aghhhh ... growingggg ... AAAAAHHHH ... YAHHHH ... EEYYAAGGH!"
Her voice was wailing as her body thrashed, completely out of control. Her pubis jerked and spasmed as the heaving climax was suddenly detonated inside her, shattering her internally with the full force of a cosmic bomb. She felt her entire self pulling apart, disintegrating into tiny smithereens of overpowering, agonizing rapture. Blast after blast of blinding ecstasy was kindled inside her as she continued screaming ... HAYYAAGGH!"
Tears of rhapsodic delight fell onto her cheeks as her head spun wildly from side to side, dropping onto the pillow beneath her. Her entire self shuddered with the inundation of a tidal wave of sensation. She had become a completely thoughtless mass of screaming sensuality, feeling the terrifying force of the orgasm sweep right through her, clearing out her insides.
God! God! God! It had been so long since she'd had such a climax. It was the miracle for which she had been praying, and Jules had been the magician.
In the dim recesses of her climax-clouded brain, the thrilled housewife became conscious of a tightening in the solid body of the boy making love to her. He was shivering and quaking from head to foot, his pelvis thrusting forcefully against her tamped-down hedge. Her feet were kicking his buttocks, as if urging him to attain his own satisfaction, because she needed to feel that hot, squirting blast of cream in her interior to feel complete. Her loins continued rising and falling, even as she thrilled to the totality of the inundating orgasm, feeling the spasmodic tension gripping him as he stiffened.
I'm ... uhh ... ARRGHH ... CUMMINNG!" he screamed, and shot his pearly jism all the way into the churning depths of her sucking, draining cunt. The blasts of his thick, gummy fluid shot all the way into her, blasting past her cervical opening, into her womb. He fired into her again and again, shooting a seemingly inexhaustible supply of semen into her. The flooding shots pooled in her belly, filling her internal passageway, flooding her. And still he fired, shooting so much, it began oozing out around his still-thrusting prick. He felt himself starting to shrink, and so pounded his hard cock into her all the faster in the hope of reversing what was happening to it. But she had sucked him dry, and he had no strength left.
When it was over, and she had washed them off, she asked, "Will I see you again?"
"If you really want," he answered, a sated smile on his lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
Saturday morning came, and Aaron Mendelson decided to sleep late. Annette, who was still reeling from the pleasure she had gotten from Jules the previous day, didn't attempt to wake him up. She knew if she let him sleep late now, he would feel like going to the movies later on, and he would take their three children. That would leave her alone in the house. And maybe Jules would stop by again.
When Aaron finally did waken, it was ten thirty. The first thing he thought about was Janice, with her long, flowing brown hair. He loved the way it seemed to flow around her, hiding three quarters of her upper torso, leaving only the front visible. And there, he had seen the way her young, budding breasts had pushed against her blouse. He was willing to bet her tits weren't quite as large as those of Annette, which meant they were very tiny swells, with slightly enlarged nipples to indicate they were first growing. He was willing to bet she still had small aureolae.
Janice! She had said she would be at Raynor Park at noon. That meant he would have to get the girl next door to take his kids to the movies. He knew how Annette disliked going in the afternoon. He hoped the next-door girl would be free. She was a fifteen year old who didn't have much to do with boys. That was something Aaron would never be able to understand, because she was really stacked. Each one of her tits was twice the size of both his wife's-together. Being so well-endowed, her body was not something Aaron would have wanted. He liked slender, girlish bodies, which was why he hungered for such young females. In any case, he was determined to meet Janice Van Ness and see just how serious she was about wanting to learn how to make a man happy. He was well-aware of the consequences should her parents find out, but it was a risk he was willing to take since he wanted her slim body so much. Her very youth and innocence had kept his cock erect for more than two hours after he'd left her.
Getting up, he took a long, leisurely shower, performed all his other bathroom chores, then went down to brunch. Annette had left him a pot of boiling coffee on the stove with all kinds of cheeses on a plate on the table. There were also rools, butter, and cream cheese.
By eleven forty five, Aaron had finished eating, and it had been a very hearty breakfast in order to keep up his strength for what could be an interesting afternoon. Then he went next door and arranged for the neighbor's girl to take his three kids to the movies. After telling Annette what he had done, he explained he had to do a little research for Crimmin Aerospace, and that he would be visiting another factory that day. Annette would not be able to get in touch with him. And Annette, too intent on wanting Jules to come back, accepted what she would have otherwise thought of as a suspicious story.
At five to twelve, he drove off in his Buick. He drove directly to a car rental agency where he rented a small Toyota. He left his own car parked a block away. Then he drove the Toyota to Raynor Park. It was almost ten after twelve when he got there, and for a moment he thought she had changed her mind and hadn't come. He parked, but left the motor running, and then she appeared from behind a potted plant, where she had been sitting on a stone bench, watching some boys play softball.
She looked just as she had the previous day, only her white blouse had been replaced by a green one, and her skirt was now a pair of green slacks. With the two inch heel and sole on her crippled foot, she was able to walk without a really noticeable limp. But he wasn't watching the way she walked. He was staring at the tight way the blouse fit. He saw the little bumps made by her nipples, though her breasts were not large enough to jiggle. God! What a delicious-looking nymphet.
Opening the car door, she slid in on the passenger's side. She closed the door, then let her head lay back against the headrest, her long brown hair fanning out behind her head.
"Where are we going?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Are you sure you really want to go with me?" he asked.
"I'm sure," she nodded, as he pulled away from the curb. "And what's more, you know I'm sure."
"I just can't figure out why a pretty little girl like you feels she would like to learn something from me."
"Why not? You aren't ugly, and you certainly aren't nasty. You don't look like the kind of man who would hurt me."
"I have to be honest with you before I leave the village. What you want to learn might hurt a little, the first couple of times. But it would hurt no matter who taught you."
"Well gosh, since you're being so straight about it, I think it means I can really trust you. I mean, when you say a little, you do mean a little, huh?"
"Well no permanent damage will be done," he nodded. "And there won't be any scars. In fact nothing will show to let anyone else know you've been hurt. And unless you're very different from all the other women in the world, the pain will go away quickly and be replaced by a lot of pleasure."
"Does it all hurt?" she asked.
"No, only a small part of it."
"Well, could you show me how to make a guy happy without my being hurt today?"
"Sure. If you like it well enough, maybe we'll go into the rest another time."
"Gee, that sounds perfect."
She leaned back and closed her eyes, not even thinking to watch which way he was going. Even so, Aaron took a circuitous route, and they didn't arrive at the Summer cabin until one fifteen. This one, like all the others, had been closed up for the oncoming Winter. But Aaron had a key, and after parking the car in the rear, so passers-by wouldn't see it, he unlocked the door and led Janice inside. It was a cozy little cabin, with three bedrooms, a large kitchen, and a combination living room/dining room/family room. Annette had cleaned the cabin before they left, and it looked prim and neat, with almost no dust. There was a large sofa in the main room, as well as three easy chairs. The carpeting was inexpensive, but made to like iron.
"I like it," Janice nodded, though it was difficult to see much with all the shades pulled down. "Now let's not waste any more time. I mean, it's going to take just as long to get back home, later on, so we won't have more than two hours for you to teach me anything. I mean, my folks'll be expecting me home somewhere between five and six."
Aaron felt embarrassed, and his face actually reddened for a moment. How did one tell a twelve year old girl to strip? Well hell, coming here was her idea. The only way to teach her was to get her undressed. And if she was going to change her mind, this was as good a time as any to find out.
"This way," he said, leading her into the master bedroom.
Janice followed him in, shutting the door behind her. .This was something totally new to her. She had no idea what it was all about, basically because her parents were old-fashioned, and didn't believe in teaching her anything until it was time for her to know it. And the time for her to know about sex, as far as her parents were concerned, was on her wedding night.
Staring at her girlish form, Aaron became more heated up than ever. He wanted to tear off his own clothes and jump on the girl, thrusting his thick, long cock into her tight, defenseless, virgin hole. But no, he had to be patient. He had to be gentle. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of this girl becoming a mental case.
"Well," he said, sounding a little timid, "we begin by becoming familiar with one another."
"Gee, how do you start?" Janice asked, her eyes wide and innocent.
"By kissing," he replied.
"Gosh, my folks kiss me all the time," she told him. "That's no fun."
"My way it is," he assured her.
"Well gosh, how is your way any different," she wanted to know.
"Come here and I'll show you," he told her.
She walked over to him without hesitation. He slowly enveloped her small, slender, girlish frame in his arms, then brought his lips gently to hers, pressing. She stood there for a moment, letting him kiss her, her mind somewhat puzzled. The touching of lips was something she saw on TV all the time. She considered it foolish mush, and couldn't figure out how this was supposed to be so good. And then she felt the tip of his tongue touch her lips, and funny little static tingle seemed to run through her entire body, making her shiver. Hey, that was something pretty good.
Now she responded, surrounding him with her own small arms, opening her lips and bringing her own tongue into play, teasing his lips, and licking his tongue. The touch of his tongue-tip to hers made her all goosepimply. She liked it. Yes, his way was different, and if kissing him this way would make him happy, then she would be more than glad to do it. Also, she couldn't see how something like this could cause her any kind of pain. Ever since he had mentioned part of it might hurt, she had become a little frightened. Even so, she was determined to go through with it.
She was clutching him all the more tightly now, her mouth wide open. She tingled all over, feeling his tongue explore the cave of her mouth while her own tongue examined his. Now she felt herself being pulled against him.
She molded her lithe form to his, feeling him hug her all the more tightly. His tongue was probing ever deeper into the wet warmth of her mouth, flicking between her teeth. Then her tongue wrapped. itself around his, twisting and twining, and the two tongues danced back and forth from her girlish mouth to his masculine oral orifice, and back.
She felt his hand running along her narrow waist, sliding under her blouse. Her skin was tender and warm, feeling like smooth velvet under his touch. She felt him touching her ribs, as if his fingers were counting them.
"Whatever I do, don't be afraid," he whispered, still standing there, holding her tightly.
"Do you really like doing it?" she asked.
"Very much," he nodded. "It gives me a lot of pleasure."
"Gee whiz, then go on and do it. I like the feeling, too."
No wonder her oldest sister always came home with a smile on her face. Making men happy consisted of really making herself happy. In fact, pleasing men consisted of letting them do all kinds of nice things. She would've been a real dummy to have stopped him. She liked it.
Now she felt his hand sliding higher, bunching her blouse a little as his palm cupped the tiny, tiny mound of her youthful breast. And she felt something hard and stiff pressing from under his pants against her belly. What could that be?
She felt the rigid length of whatever it was push against her flat belly. Golly, but it felt funny. But his fingers, playing with her nipple was doing all kinds of funny things to her, making her feel funny inside. Instinctively she ground her pelvic bone against the rigid thing hidden behind his pants. Golly! He was pressing himself against her so hard, she could feel her hairless pubis flattening and spreading. She could even feel her vaginal lips separating, as if hoping to catch the thrusting length between them.
Her nipples became larger and larger, and one of them pressed against his manipulating fingers. The rest of her small breast felt as if it were enlarging, springing outward in the hope of filling his palm. But no matter how hard the little tittie tried, it couldn't grow large enough. And her senstive nipple ached for more of his fingering. Golly, his touch felt so good, just like his kiss. She wondered what it would be like if he actually kissed her nipple, using his lips and tongue on it the way he was kissing her mouth. Wow! Wouldn't that really be something.
For some reason, she felt the urge to touch whatever that long thing was, pressing against her pelvic mound. First, because he was so tightly pressed against her, she reached down and flattened her own girlish palms against his buttocks, pulling his body into hers, making that long muscle press itself more rigidly against her.
Ooooooooh hey! That really felt fabulous.
There was a funny feeling in her vagina. It wasn't exactly inside, but it wasn't outside, either. His thick stick was rubbing against her belly, but something below that stick, something round and soft, was rubbing between her vaginal lips. It was pressing against something very sensitive between those lower lips. She could feel whatever it was down there enlarging and growing out from between her labia. Golly, but Janice hated the cloth keeping his hard pole separated from that tender little button between her own thighs. They clung tightly to one another, neither wanting to let go and possibly break the magic of what was happening to them.
"What is that thing between your legs?" she finally asked, pulling her mouth away from his. fit has a lot of names," he replied. "Prick, cock, penis, or any of a number of other euphemistic terms. Call it whatever you want."
"Does my pressing against it give you any kind of pleasure?" she asked.
"You bet it does," he answered, holding her all the more tightly.
"Would it be all right if I touched it?" she asked.
"That would give me even more pleasure," he acknowledged.
Aaron was panting now, gasping for breath as he lay on the bed with her. Imagine, she wanted to put her hands on his cock without his having to ask her. Well hell, he wanted to finger that tight little box of hers, as well.
"Aaron," she whispered, letting him know she hadn't forgotten his name, "I like when you touch my nipples. I like it a lot. Would you kiss and lick them?"
"Sure," he nodded, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her green blouse.
In almost no time he had the blouse open and pulled off, dropping it on the floor. Then he pressed his mouth to the slight puffiness of her left breast, letting his hot tongue play lingeringly over her nipple, feeling it swell and enlarge as it had never done. He licked and sucked it, and Janice writhed, sighing and gasping, never realizing there were so many good ways to make men happy. Gee, this was terrific. Imagine, letting him do this to her was really making him feel good. Gosh! This was really fantastic. Then his mouth found its way to her other nipple, and she gasped some more, feeling the budding eraser-like flesh grow. She writhed on the bed, shuddering and quaking, feeling a volcano begin to broil inside her. Soon it would erupt, blasting her body and everything around her to heated nothingness, but she didn't care. This was all too good to make him stop.
"Let me feel that prick of yours," she whispered. "That's one of the words for it, prick?"
"Yes," Aaron nodded, lifting his lips from her small, berry-like, brown nipple.
Rolling over, he unbuckled his pants, then pushed them off along with his underwear. He had to lift his buttocks off the bed to do it, but he managed. He kicked them onto the floor, along with his shoes, and before she could do or say anything, removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor, as well. If she was going to be repelled by his nakedness, this was the time.
But there was no revulsion in her stare. And stare she did, directly at his hot, hard, throbbing cock. Golly! She had never seen anything like it, before. There were a few times she had seen little boys piddling into the gutter, but each of their penises was soft and tiny. This, at which she now stared, was a marvelous thing. It was long, maybe seven and a half to eight inches long, and boy was it thick. Blue veins wound their way around a pink shaft two and a half inches around. And it was topped by a crown of royal purple, shaped somewhere between a soldier's helmet and the minaret top of a mosque.
Janice reached her shivering hand out, and instantly closed her slender fingers around the bole. Flames seemed to burn through her palm, and she almost squealed and let go of it. Only the greatest willpower she had ever exercised caused her to keep tightly clutching it. She felt the satin smoothness of the tender outer skin, and underneath was the steel-hardness which seemed to become even harder as her small hand squeezed.
"Ooooooooh God!!" Aaron gasped. "God! That feels so good."
"D'you really like it?" she asked, automatically her small hand up and down, feeling the pulsing within.
"I love it, I love it," he nodded, his eyes tightly closed.
Janice stared at the way the lilac tip seemed to flex, all by itself, mushrooming out, then slowly receding. And each time it pulsed, she saw another drop of clear, colorless, oily liquid appear at the head of his penis.
"What's that?" she asked, wide-eyed with curiosity.
"It's a lubricant, an oil the body manufactures."
"Why?" she wanted to know.
"You'll learn all about it in time. Right now, take off your clothes so I can enjoy looking at you."
"Hey, can you honestly tell me you like looking at me when I'm naked?"
"Sure."
"Well gee, you men sure are funny. At home, my daddy insists I stay all covered up when I'm around him."
"That's because it isn't right for fathers to feel good looking at their daughters."
"How come?"
"Because it just isn't right. It'll all become clearer to you a little later on."
Janice removed the "rest of her clothing and lay down beside Aaron.
"Now, open your thighs," he instructed.
"Well gee, why?"
"Because I want to look at what you have there."
"Gosh, I don't have anything there. It's just a big hole. In fact, it's not even a big hole. It's a little hole. You have something really worth looking at and feeling," she told him, reaching out and lightly caressing his throbbing cock.
"Honey, girls are not supposed to have the same thing as boys. Believe me, what you have looks just as nice to me as what I have looks to you."
"You have to be kidding."
"It's the truth."
"Well, okay, but I think you're getting the worst end of the deal, having to look at nothing."
"I like looking and touching. May I touch?"
"Well, sure, I guess so, though I can't see what there really is to touch."
She timidly parted her thighs as he twisted around on the bed, allowing her to hold onto his cock with her fingers while he peered at the juncture between her loins. It was still completely hairless, clean, with tender outer labia tightly compressed. But in the pink division between those pouting lips he could see moisture already starting to seep through. She was aroused by him, and as a result her sweet pussy was becoming so irrigated, it could no longer contain the flow of sweet juices.
She was clean, very clean. Like him, she had taken a long time in the shower earlier that day, washing every part of her. She hadn't known this would happen, but her parents taught her, whenever she went anywhere to always bathe or shower very carefully. And she was to always make certain the feminine cleft in her body was completely clean, along with her anal aperture.
Still clutching his hot, thick staff, Janice felt his fingers run across her flat little belly, and she shivered at his touch. She was breathing heavily, one hand still tightly gripping his staff of burning flesh, and the other now cupping his heavy balls. She felt his fingers moving lower, and she had the urge to close her legs, but restrained herself. Lord, but his tickling touch was driving her crazy.
Aaron stared at the tender pinkness, and he felt his mouth water. God! Wouldn't it be something to be able to taste that sweet little honeypot. His nostrils flared and quivered as he inhaled the delicate fragrance of her girlish juices. Just below the top of her tender slit, a small, meaty bubble stood out. Her swollen clitoris had grown out past the tender folds of her inner cuntlips, extending to where it peeped out from between the outer ones, as well. Below the shimmering, vellicating pearl, the line of pink flesh was smooth and straight, bending in a curve to follow the tapered pout of her pussylips, finally disappearing into the valley of her perineum.
Aaron put his fingertip on the top of her cleft, where the two outer lips first came together. Then he lightly caressed the tense line between her cuntlips, not putting enough pressure on it to separate the labia, but applying just enough so she could feel what he was doing.
Janice gulped at the light pressure, almost, not quite, ready to shout. Her girlish loins trembled, and she began to understand what was meant by "feeling good."
She continued staring at the rock-hard phallus, watching the way it constantly throbbed. With her forefinger, she began smearing his drops of colorless lubricant all over the head of his shuddering prick. She ran a moist line of oil across every large vein circling his hard cock, watching it twitch all the more each time she moved her finger. She decided it was the most gorgeous looking thing she had ever seen. The flanged head, looking much like a battering ram, let her know it was supposed to be used to slam into something, though she didn't quite know what.
"Why?" she asked, feeling the way his finger continued running up and down in her labial indentation.
"Why what?" he asked.
"Why do men have beautiful objects like these? things that stand out, long, hard, and stalwart, while all we women have is a hole?"
He let his finger run back up to the top of her vagina, not quite touching the clitoris, but playing around it, and said, "Because babies are made by inserting these long hard cocks into your pretty little holes. A special seed is pumped into the female. The seed is contained in the sac below the penis."
"You mean this?" she asked, wiggling his balls. "Why yes," he nodded.
"Darn, but it's very big and thick. Do you really think it could fit inside a narrow hole like I have?"
"I told you it would hurt the first time. That's where the pain comes from. But women always manage to stretch to accommodate penises, and after that first time, it's like going to heaven."
"I bet a big thing like this would really rip me inside out," she commented, blowing lightly on his lavender tip.
She watched as the tiny breeze formed by her pursing lips pushed a sticky droplet along the thick head, away from her. And as she watched, the droplet shrunk until it had completely evaporated, as did all the sticky liquid on the peak of his penis.
"Oh God!!" he shuddered. "That's great, that's really great."
He was still staring at her bare pussy, enjoying the sight of it. The lack of hair allowed him to see every line of it.
Janice shifted a little, and Aaron, in order to hold her steady, used his thumbs to part the curtains of her tight cunt. Now he could stare inside and see the rich, pink inner lips. His action made her tighten her fist around the throbbing staff of his swollen cock, while her other hand squeezed his balls, making him moan. But the moan came out involuntarily, because Aaron wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, but rather to the damp flanges of her sweet vaginal entrance.
The pink wetness of Janice's inner cuntlips surrounded the cherry of her clitoris like a hood covering the head of a monk. And deep inside, when he tugged her inner lips apart, he could see the thin line of membrane representing her hymen. The sight of such prurient innocence drove him mad with heat. Her outer cuntlips seemed shaped like a canoe or kayak, and the upright clitoris looked like a stiff, unbending man who was sitting in the bow. Her inner lips looked like tender pink slices of pickled meat, glistening as the sun bounced off them.
It had been ages since Aaron had been this interested in just looking into a cunt. He hadn't looked at Annette's this way for a long, long time. There had been a time when she had shaved away her pubic hair, to maintain that innocent, girlish look, but once the children started coming, she didn't have time for such foolishness. And little by little, Aaron had found himself losing interest in his wife's body. This, more than anything else, was why he was unable to stay hard while inside her. Remembering how it had felt to fuck into a bare pussy, he became turned off feeling Annette's soft, downy, curling hair. And in these last months, the memory of her shaven pubis so tortured his subconscious mind, that it had rebelled by turning off his senses just when everything was reaching the critical point.
Now he had a bare cunt at which to stare, and he was staring. The deep inner crevasse was wet and soft, keeping the entire channel slippery. When he moved his thumbs, the area where he had been touching turned to two pale spots for an instant, then burned a brighter carmine. In the center of the coral opening, the indentation deepened, parting and opening like a toothless mouth. Oozing liquid began seeping out as the tender orifice seemed to widen a little. The vulva was very elastic, and always snapped back when his thumbs released it, allowing it to do so. Aaron probed around the deep morass again and again, watching as Janice's vagina opened and closed with her breathing, squeezing out tiny spurts of her womanly fluids.
Janice was gasping, shuddering and bouncing each time Aaron's fingers touched her. She had no idea what it was he could find so fascinating about her innards, but whatever he was doing, he was making her enjoy the fact that she had a hole down there. It made her cling all the more tightly to his swollen genitals. She would have been willing to stay like that the rest of the day and do nothing else.
When his fingertips paused in her tiny, wet entrance, she suddenly sighed a long, low ragged sigh, making him realize he was reaching her as he hoped he would. She opened her large brown, cow-like eyes, and once again stared at the colorless ointment dripping from his little slit. It looked as if droplets of colorless syrup were oozing from his penis, and she suddenly had a strong, overpowering urge to find out if it tasted as good as it seemed it might. With her thumbs she wiped off a drop, then brought the thumb to her mouth, licking it.
It had the weirdest taste she'd ever encountered. It was almost tasteless? almost, not quite. There was the slightest tang, and it was a little salty, a little sweet, and yet, almost like raw egg white. She rolled the droplet around in her mouth, finding it enjoyable, and decided she would like to taste more of it. Then too, he had said something about shooting another liquid? the one that injected seed into a woman for baby making. She wondered how that would taste. Her lips puckered, as if she had sucked on a lemon.
Her long, brown hair rippled over the length of Aaron's thighs. The smell of his masculine meat was irresistible. She didn't know why, but some hidden primitive urge was pushing her to lick it, to taste it. Crazy as it seemed, she wanted to suck on it, and she was going to do so without asking permission. She tugged the throbbing lance closer to her mouth. Then the long, pink tip of her tongue extended itself like a shimmering stalactite, and lightly licked the base of Aaron's pulsing phallus. She licked in a straight line along the side of his hard cock, from the hairy base to the bottom of the coronal flange. The first time she used only the tip of her tongue. The second time she used the flat of her tongue.
Aaron felt freezing ice stab through his penis, making it hotter and harder than it had been in many years. The licking tongue left a trail of hot sputum along the full length of his phallic rapier. He would have shut his eyes and enjoyed what she was doing all the more, but the coral richness of her shimmering pussy completely overpowered, him.
Damn! If this tiny twelve year old girl could do this to him, there was no reason on earth why he couldn't reciprocate. God! She had taken to pricklapping with the naturalness of a bird taking to the air and flying. And that sweet, pink meat looked delicious. God! He had to eat it.
Probing with his own tongue, he touched her outer cuntlips, licking all around while kissing her smooth, white thighs. He licked along the length of one thigh, up into her crotch, then lapped down the length of the other thigh. Her body trembled and shook, thrilling to every little thing he did. His tantalizing tongue circled her feminine hole, teasing each lip in turn, making her gasp all the more. Even as she gasped, her mouth pressed against the side of his hard cock as if it were an ear of corn, and she began nibbling up and down the length of it. Meanwhile, the flowering bud of her young vagina seemed to clench in on itself, almost as if beckoning and inviting his tongue to enter. Still, he continued licking the sweet, hairless flesh around it.
Janice was ready to collapse from the sheer enjoyment of it all. Her oldest sister had to be a really selfish bitch to keep something this good from her and their middle sister. The eeling length of his licking tongue tantalized her girlish thighs. Each lingual caress of his oral member ignited another part of her brain, making her hope he would soon start lapping her entire heated cunt, at once. She wanted to ram her vaginal membranes hard against his sucking mouth, but she forced herself to remain still. Even so, it took so much willpower, her loins trembled.
When is he going to push it inside? she wondered, realizing by now she had more than just a hole. She had a tender, sensitive hollow filled with tingling nerve-endings. He, with his tongue had made her realize just how ultra-sensitive she was, inside.
One of her hands reached down and pressed against the smoothness of his head. She wanted to cram his entire face into her orifice.
Unable to wait for him to act, Janice, in a single, swift movement, snared the rubbery lilac tip between her tender, sucking lips. The cock-head's warm, meaty taste was another new thrill for her. Sweet because of the lubricant seeping from it, and salty for the same reason, it seemed to fit perfectly into her mouth. The flowing juices, now rushing from its tiny slit, made her think she had a juicy plank steak in her mouth. Her lips tightened around it and her tongue pressed against it, as she sighed, letting the vibrations in her throat carry themselves to the sensitive knob.
As thick as it had felt between her hands, it felt that much thicker between her lips as she sucked, hard. Her tongue ran all over it, and she swore she was able to sense every pore, every little opening. And each time it throbbed, swelling a little before receding, she thought she could taste perspiration coming from the pores. Her tongue licked the thick dome again and again, feeling the turgidity as it stiffened even more. She found her tongue was as sensuous to this throbbing meat, as his tongue was tingling to her vagina. Golly' If he was as sensitive in his prick as she was in her hole, imagine how it would feel when the two sensitive areas finally came together.
Janice rolled her pretty little head in a circle, wanting all of her mouth to savor the balled shape of the shuddering glans. Her lips closed tightly around the stem, and she began to slowly pull it deeper and deeper into her her mouth.
Janice's long, brown natural lashes fluttered open and shut. Her cheeks sank in, hollowing themselves so the insides could touch the throbbing pole on which she was sucking, while her lips seemed to form a continuous red rubber band around the breadth of the thick wand. Her tongue circled the corona again and again, noting how large the ridge was on the upper part of his throbbing cock. God! She could sense everything with her tongue, and it made what he was doing to her feel that much more delightful. Her tongue lashed at the circumcised edge again and again, teasing it, tasting it, swallowing more of the luscious lubrication he had to offer. And all the while she continued to be surprised at how different the skin texture tasted and felt on different areas of his throbbing meat. The point was so hard and spongy, while right underneath, where the head joined to the shank, it felt knotty. Further down, the flesh had a silken smoothness to it, while inside, blood continued to keep sacs filled, making it as hard as iron. The way her mouth gaped around his masculine prod made her wonder whether it was something similar to her vagina, or if her hot cunt, which was being teased by his tongue, was like another mouth. In any event, as the seconds lengthened into minutes, she realized she loved all this more and more.
Janice's hot little hand still gripped his pulsing cockshaft, yanking the loose outer skin up and down. His swollen glans pressed itself against the palate of her sucking mouth, rubbing back and forth against the palate of her sucking mouth, rubbing back and forth against the tender roof of her mouth. Then he began pumping his heavy meat in and out of her mouth, starting off very slowly, not wanting to frighten her in any way.
Janice liked the feeling of his moving phallus. She enjoyed the way it depressed her tongue as it slid back and forth. Her other hand, which had been toying with his balls, now went flat against the two cheeks of his ass, as if trying to push his body against her face all the harder. At first her small hand stroked his flat asscheeks, tenderly trying to convince him to push his prong deeper. When gentle persuasion seemed to prove ineffective, she began gripping the flesh tightly, her short-nailed fingers digging in like tiny talons.
Aaron injected his tongue straight into Janice's pulsing vagina, sliding it between outer and inner labia, making the tiny girl shudder as he tasted her juiciness. Her soft, inner flesh surrendered immediately to his slithering oral organ as it sank into her. He felt her narrow vulva part, as if yielding to the insistent pressure of his thrusting tongue, and then, once his tongue was inside, her vulva seemed to close on it, surrounding it tightly. Janice shivered, thrilling to the sensational lunge of his oral probe.
Aaron attacked her pleasure center. His long nose rubbed against her perineum, and even pressed against the tantalizing pucker of her girlish anus. His hands gripped her smooth, round asscheeks all the more tightly, pressing her bottom against his face so his tongue could sink into her vagina even farther. His mouth opened wide, his lips pressing against the smooth, bare flesh of her tight pussy as he sought to lance his tongue in even farther.
He licked each of the tight walls in turn, but couldn't quite reach her hymen. When he pressed her body more tightly against his face, he could wiggle the tongue-tip against the malleable folds within.
Aaron tightened his arms around Janice's thighs.
His hands still gripped her round, smooth asscheeks, and he continued higgling her soft vagina against his mouth, feeling his wide open lips press against the wetness of her inner labia. His hot tongue slithered in and out of her heated well, dredging out more and more of her feminine oil. He sucked, draining the fluids from her young cunt, pushing his tongue again and again into the satin-smoothness of her interior. His teeth were almost biting into the youthful curves of her rounded ass.
Janice parted her thighs as far as her muscles would permit, one leg even dangling over the side of the bed. She felt his mouth working its magic within her, and she shivered with delighted expectation, now realizing this was only the beginning. There was more to come, a lot more, and she would be the recipient of it all. She no longer felt like an outcast, or a cripple at whom others continually stared. No, even if all the others thought she was a little girl, here was a man who was treating her like a grown-up woman. And because of this, she would do everything in her power to make him satisfied. In her eyes, he had become a handsome Greek god, performing all kinds of wonders inside her anxious vagina.
Her mouth filled itself with more of his throbbing cock. She swallowed it against her throat like a hungry young she-wolf. Her sucking on it matched the cadent strokes of his lashing tongue as it moved in and out of her teeming interior. And every time she tugged the thick, swollen member back, jabbing it against her palate, she pursed her tight little lips around the purple head and sucked strongly, as if trying to milk that liquid from his testicles. Her tongue, rubbing flatly against the steaming pole, making him shudder all the more, tasted the delicious meatiness of his probing length.
Aaron was almost shocked at the eagerness the young girl displayed in the swallowing of his hard prick. Her fingers digging into his asscheeks made his muscles tighten, and he was determined this blowjob would last as long as he could hold out. He could already imagine how sexy her little girl's face looked with her mouth so tightly wrapped around his throbbing root. But even if he had been able to look, he would have been forced to use his imagination, since her long, flowing brown hair had fanned out all over his thighs, hiding her face from him. But the imagined sight made his balls boil all the faster. God! God! He hadn't felt like this since he had been a boy, and he had been introduced to sex by a girl who lived in a beach house near the one his family had rented for the Summer. Only with the girl it hadn't been her mouth. She had pushed his hard penis into her tight pussy with nary a yelp, and later he realized he hadn't been the first boy she had seduced. In any case, he had barely put his cock into her when he fired a river of sperm into her. And he was feeling the seed in him rise the same way, now. He had to control it because he knew Janice wasn't ready to cum, yet. And he wanted her to get the full feeling of a climax before he surprised her by popping a wad into her little girl mouth.
Concentrating, he called on all his willpower to make the semen in his balls remain quiet a little longer. He could feel the anxious way Janice's hips rolled, moving slowly, languorously, though his own hips were thrusting forward fast and hard, jamming his meat all the deeper into her mouth. He was slamming it in strong and hard, feeling her tongue, lips and teeth move sensuously over it. His seething glans slammed at the hard palate, pushing deeper and deeper, trying to reach into her throat. He could feel how she almost gagged each time he thrust forward, and it almost made him afraid to move. Yet the digging of her nails into his buttocks forced him to continue sinking his meat into her sucking mouth, pushing it all the harder, feeling the constriction of her esophagus each time he cock-head tried reaching into it.
In order to keep himself from a premature ejaculation, he forced himself to concentrate on the wonderful, delicious taste of the heavy vaginal brandy he was urging out of her feminine groove. But even though he kept his thoughts as far away from his hard cock as possible, it didn't slow his thrusts into her mouth at all.
Feeling how tense his buttocks were, he tried forcing them to relax. Some of the tightness eased up, but it wasn't enough. He tugged his thrusting tongue from the tasty, burning depths of Janice's vagina and made himself stare at the bare lips. This enabled him to once more appreciate the perfection of her vaginal shape.
His eyes were suddenly caught by her outstanding clitoris as it wiggled, stiff and free from between her labia. There was something his mouth hadn't worked on. He aimed at it, once again licking up through her wet, virgin slit. God! That sweet taste of her inner valley, covered with slick membranes, was enough to drive him mad. It was so slippery his tongue felt like rough bark sliding through it. God! He wanted her to know the feeling going on inside him. He wanted her to realize how it felt to teeter on the edge of an oncoming orgasm.
His tongue lapped back down toward her hot little hole, and Janice's wet labia responded, fluttering wildly around his tongue like the wind about to turn into a gale. The flat of his tongue seemed to part her labia all the more, pushing the vellicating petals outward. His tongue-tip seemed to be dredging temporary channels into her soft, moist, edible flesh. He found her inner self as soft and as smooth as a kitten's inner ear.
His tongue lanced out like a tiny penis, and it formed into a scoop, touching the underside of Janice's feminine orifice. Slowly but surely the tongue began sliding up inside the triangular groove, moving toward her outstanding clitoris.
And then his tongue was there. He could sense the throbbing, pulsating little button pressing against his lower lip. He felt her body tense up, and then the underside of his tongue moved against the shimmering bubble of flesh.
Janice stiffened her entire body. Every muscle within her suddenly tautened, feeling the wild, electric thrill shooting through her as his wet tongue lapped gently against it. Her own moving mouth and licking tongue came to an abrupt halt for a moment as she gasped inaudibly, her mouth still filled with cock.
Aaron sensed her immediate response. Every feminine part of this highly arousing young girl became all the more strongly desirable. Yes, she was responding in a way to make him enjoy what was happening to her as much as he was enjoying what was happening to him. Her responses were like those of Annette's, at the start of their marriage, though Annette had always been too straitlaced to let him do anything like this. Later on in their marriage, she had hinted she wouldn't mind his doing it to her, but she couldn't bring herself to swallow his cock. That was another reason why their relationship, at least in bed, had deteriorated.
The muscles of Janice's buttocks tightened all the more stiffly, and he could feel tremulous thrills shooting through her girlish body the way ripples eddied out from a rock being thrown into a pool of water. His tongue sank into the hollow of her hot vagina while the underside rubbed back and forth against her clitoris. Overpowering inundations of total delight seemed to roar through the delicate child's finely shaped body.
Janice clutched Aaron's cock all the more strongly in her mouth, whimpering sounds coming out of her throat. The taut sensations newly filling her inner vagina were making her insane to know more and more. It seemed the more pleasure she gave, the more she received. And the more she received, the more he received in giving it to her, thus making her want to respond even more. Yes, yes, giving pleasure to a man was a wonderful thing. She ground her pubis against his chin, rotating it madly.
She forced her mouth to suck in more of his thick member. It was pushing against the elastic entrance to her gullet now, and it was so thick, it might easily make her throw up if she wasn't careful. Still, she wanted more of it inside her. She wanted to feel her tender, girlish lips sink into the hair at the base of his cock, while his heavy balls pushed into her nose. Her fingers dug deeply into his buttocks now, cutting him. Her mouth tightened and sucked, pulling and drawing as hard as she could, with her cheeks sucked all the way in. And all the while she humped her body back and forth, wanting to feel his mouth turn her vagina to jelly.
Aaron felt the burning need building up in Janice and he was glad he was capable of making her respond this way. He shoved the swelling head of his thick cock even more deeply into her tiny throat, feeling the ring of her gullet attempting to open and pull it in. When she gagged again and he would have pulled back, her insistent nails tugged on his ass all the harder, digging into his flesh.
His hands slid off her asscheeks and moved between her thighs. He used his thumbs to peel back the outer lips of her sweet, girlish cunt, exposing more of her shuddering clitoris to his licking tongue. Then he began lapping at it swiftly with the flat of his lingual digit. He licked hard and fast, making her tiny clitoris grow even stiffer. And then, he sucked it between his lips, just as she had sucked his hard cock between hers. His lips tugged on the hot bead, moving his own head back and forth fractions of an inch in order to create needed friction. The clirtoris became wetter and stiffer, letting him roll it between his lips as he licked with his tongue, as well. His tongue moved with maddening swiftness, rolling back and forth against the climactic bead, licking and sucking.
The bed on which they lay began bouncing furiously because of both their body movements. But Janice was completely oblivious to the bed, to the sunlight streaming in through the window, or to the squeaking sounds of the bedsprings. She ignored the thumping of her dangling foot as it hit the floor again and again.
Curling her body into an arch, she forced her anxious pussy into his face, aching to feel his stabbing tongue slice her clitoris again and again.
Her mad hip-thrusts moved in time to the rhythmic plunges of his lapping tongue, keeping time to the way his stolid cock pushed its way in and out of her mouth. A tightness gripped her belly as she felt Aaron's long nose press into her vagina while his lips continued sucking her clitoris. It made her tremble, violently.
Aaron began sucking strongly on her pearly clit, feeling her wet, inner heat surround his face. The smooth bare flesh of the young girl's loins rubbed against his temples, as her inside-out labia continued washing his cheeks. His entire mouth was filled with the smell and taste of her. And the button-like extension of her clitoris made his tongue move so quickly, it all but drained the feeling from it. His lips sucked all the more quickly, draining her inner flesh, and her labia seemed to open more widely, accepting more and more of his face inside. It was almost as if he could fit his entire head into her. Realizing Janice wanted as much of him in her as she could get almost made Aaron want to fuck her. But he had promised her he would not cause any pain ... this time.
He had to slow things down a bit. He didn't want things ending too quickly. So he slowed the movement of his cock into her mouth. This reduced the friction a little, but it meant her tongue lingered on each part of his cock that much longer. This made it stiffen all the more, increasing its hardness, as well. At the same time, his vaginal lapping tugged the tender meat of her delicious vagina deeper into his mouth. The nub of her clitoris rode against his lower lip, large and swollen.
Janice's belly began sucking in. The tight knob in the middle of her stomach seemed to soften and shrink. But her fingers still excavated tiny half-moon holes in Aaron's ass, and her girlish fist, clutching the bottom of his pulsing cockshaft, tightened. Her lovely pink-red lips reached out, sucking his stone-hard cock with more and more vigor.
Every throbbing pulse beat brought Janice closer to the overpowering finale she knew she was seeking. She had no idea what would happen, but she knew her body was reaching for something. What it was, she didn't know, not just yet. Her wide eyes were bright and staring into nothingness as she concentrated on the thrilling sensations building inside her. Every particle of her mind locked in on the feeling she was experiencing, knowing the enjoyment in her was building, enhancing, getting larger. She felt as if the entire world would explode at any moment.
Aaron was gasping, occasionally pulling his nose from between her labia to take a deep breath, but otherwise coming close to suffocating with his face buried in the hairless softness of her tender vagina. Chills were shooting through his own body, shooting through his hard cock with each movement of her sucking mouth. His wordless gasps were lost in her hidden, swampy depths. His hard cock stroked longer, slower, moving its full length in and out of her strong-sucking mouth.
Janice's mind lost control of everything. She no longer knew who she was, nor where she was, nor with whom she was indulging. All she did know was, her body was suddenly erupting like Krakatoa, and the thick, long, driving ramrod filling her mouth kept her shouts down to a muffled, "AKKKKKKKK!" Her entire pubis seemed to flower open with the erupting blossoming of her first orgasm.
Aaron, feeling her body tighten and stiffen, received gouts of oily lubricant splashing into his eyes, against his cheeks, and all over his head. His open mouth managed to catch some of it, but most of it swamped his face and head.
And then he found there was no way he could control his own orgasm any longer. His body went taut, and his hand pressed on her head, ramming her mouth as far down as it could go. He loosed torrid blasts of sperm into her anxious mouth. She began sucking wildly, swallowing the thick, gummy flood, her own head bobbing with the furious strength of her own orgasm. The heavy fluid slipped down her throat, falling into her belly, filling it with the weight of the dripping viscosity. The maddening feeling in her belly blotted out all sensations in her mind. Her mental control over herself seemed to totally disappear.
Aaron tugged his face from her dripping cunt, gasping for air, almost smothered. His head pressed against one of her thighs, though his hands dug into her loins as if his fingers were razor hooks. He continued plunging his cock as far into her mouth as he could, stopping only when the fist she had wrapped around his hard cock pressed against her lips as his cock-head touched her gullet. And then, little by little the heavy cock began shrinking, and she removed her fist from around it, letting the entire length sink into her mouth. When he tried pulling his limp cock from between her lips, her teeth held him tightly while her lips continued sucking. Only after he had shrunk to near-nothingness, and she was convinced there was no more fluid inside him, did she finally release him.
"Oh Golly!" she gasped. "That was something. That was really something."
Her hands began fondling him, and his cock started growing, and Aaron knew he was in for a day to remember.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was almost two o'clock, and Jules hadn't shown up. Well, it had only been a forlorn hope on Annette's part. After all, he'd never actually said just when it was he'd be back. Even so, Annette felt disappointed. She had been looking forward to another session with Jules, and this time he would not have to force her. This time she would have let him have all of it, willingly.
The kids would be at the movies for at least another two and a half hours, counting the time they would stop off at the malt shop. She knew Aaron would be home late. It wasn't often he had to do field work on Saturday. In fact, he hadn't done any for more than five years. Odd he should suddenly have to go out today.
The lawn looked like it could use some mowing. Well why not? It was as good a way as any for her to use up the energy she had intended using with Jules. The mower was in the garage.
Leaving the house, she went to he garage and opened the door. The mower was all the way in the back, and the car was in the way. Heck, she just didn't feel like moving the car to get to it.
Closing the garage door, she was about to go back into the house when she looked down the street. Coming around the corner was a boy who looked like Jules, and with him was another boy. As they came closer, she recognized Jules with a certainty, and wondered why he had brought a friend along. She felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement.
"Hi," he said, coming up to her. "Thought we'd come by today and see if you were alone."
"Yes," she nodded. "I'm alone. Please come inside. I feel conspicuous standing out here like this."
"I figured it'd be all right with you if I brought my buddy, Juan, along. He just moved into the neighborhood, and he doesn't have too many friends."
The boy, Juan, was a little shorter than Jules, though not much. He was Latin-American, but when he spoke to her, saying, "Glad to know you," she couldn't detect any kind of accent. He was just about Jules's age, but his face had a more mature, knowing look about it. Involuntarily, Annette trembled a little, but she forced herself to keep calm. After all, with a friend here, Jules wouldn't try to do anything. And though she had wanted to fool around a little, she wouldn't dare in front of a witness. In any case, Jules was smiling, and behaving himself. He acted as if nothing had happened between himself and her.
"Would you boys care to sit in the kitchen while I finish doing the dishes?" she asked.
"Sure," Jules nodded, speaking for Juan and himself.
"Would you care for some soda?" she asked, opening the refrigerator door.
"Beer for me," Jules insisted.
"I'll take soda," Juan told her.
So she took out a bottle of beer and a can of soda and handed them, along with glasses, to the two boys. She also put some potato chips and pretzels in a bowl. Jules asked if she had any peanuts, but she shook her head.
They sat, silently drinking while she washed some dishes. She could have put them in the dishwasher, but she felt safter having something to do with her hands. At least the two boys were sober. And when she finished doing the dishes, she poured herself a small glass of soda and sat and talked with them. There wasn't much they could say with Juan present, but they made some small talk. A half hour passed this way, and Annette had the feeling the two boys would shortly be leaving.
"Where are you boys going when you leave here?" she asked.
"Hey now look, Annette, we're men, not boys," Jules told her. "I saw your name on a letter out in the hall as we came in. Your first name is Annette, right?"
"Cut it out," Juan insisted. "Stop making fun of the lady. Look, Mrs. Mendelson, I'm sorry for the way Jules is behaving. Really. He doesn't mean anything by it."
"Take it easy, Juan," Jules laughed. "Annette and I are old friends, right Annette? Why we had us a time here not too long ago, the like of which we'll never forget. Right? "
Annette stiffened, feeling the old terror creep back into her. Her pulses were throbbing so strongly, she was afraid they'd tear through her body. God! God! What was the matter with that boy? Was he totally brainless? She wanted to snap at him, to scream at him, certainly to bawl him out. Yet the words froze inside her. She couldn't say a thing. She suddenly realized, there were two of them this time, and if Juan was anything like Jules, between the two of them they'd tear her body apart. She had to calm down and relax. She had to say something that would make them relax. But the remark Jules passed had caught her so off-guard, she didn't know what to say. Everything seemed so crazy. What was she doing with these two boys in her house?
"Please Jules," she said, trying to placate him. "I don't think we should discuss this in front of your friend. I mean, I'm sure he wouldn't care to hear...."
"That I fucked the ass off you? Hey, honey, I already told him. He thinks you're a common tramp, and he came here to...."
"Jules!" she snapped, her voice high-pitched, rattled, and breaking. "Stop it!"
"Hey look," Juan broke in. "Let's knock it off, right now. What I thought doesn't count. It's obvious you're a nice lady. Whatever Jules said, he was wrong."
Jules turned red with anger, and Annette could see him smoldering. She was afraid he and Juan would suddenly start a fight in her kitchen, and she had to put a hand to her mouth to hide her gasp as Jules turned to face Juan.
"Hey, man," he snapped, "are you saying I lied?"
"I'm saying you were mistaken about this lady," Juan insisted, his voice quiet. "She isn't the kind of lady you said, and I don't think she's ready to start giving out freebies to just anyone."
"I'm telling you, she'll do anything," Jules insisted.
"I think she's too nice to have anything to do with either you or me," Juan insisted. "Look, leave her alone. I know where we can go pick us up a couple of nice Spanish girls."
"Screw that," Jules snapped.
Annette listened to them, her face turning beet-red. Imagine, Jules had been stupid enough to tell someone. Imagine!
"J ... just what did you tell Juan?" she asked.
"Aw, come on," Jules told her, smiling. "I just told him you were a hot dame who needed her pants cooled."
"Oh!"
"Yeah, I told him if he came along today, we might give him a free show."
"What??"
"You know, he could hang around and watch us fuck."
"Are you serious?"
"Sure. His being here could add to the fun."
"My God!" Annette gasped, still sitting in one of the empty kitchen chairs. She found it all so hard to believe. To think Jules had actually thought so little of her, he brought along a friend to watch what they might do. It was too much for her.
"Jules," she told him. "I think you and I had better forget about doing anything anymore. It might be a good idea if you and your friend left."
She spoke in a cool, even voice, doing her best to stifle the fear she felt building up inside her. If her voice were to quiver for even one word, she knew it would betray her fear. Far better to insist on their leaving now, before fear took control of her again.
"Hey wait a minute," Jules told her. "We walked a long way to get here. I mean, Juan lives at the other end of town. You should be a little more hospitable."
"Leave, or this time I will call the police."
"Come on," Juan told his friend. "Let's go."
But Jules only sat there, laughing his head off.
"I fail to see anything funny about my calling the police," Annette told him. Already she began feeling weak and helpless.
"You just go ahead and call the cops," Jules told her. "Put in a complaint about how you invited us into the house, how you corrupted me by giving me beer. I mean, it isn't as if we just forced our way in. We've been here for a little while, so what do you think the neighbors will believe when they see the cops hauling Juan and me out of here?"
The snide son of a bitch. He was right. There was no way she would be able to call the police. And with all the beer, soda, and pretzels lying around, there was no way she could claim she was anything but friendly with the two boys. Jules had trapped her again.
"My ... uhhhhh ... husband will be back very soon," she told him. "He won't be crazy about the idea of seeing you two boys here."
"Bullshit!" Jules snapped. "If your husband was going to be home so soon, you wouldn't have invited me and Juan inside in the first place. Let's cut the crap, Annette."
"What makes you so sure?" she asked, starting to feel afraid. She knew if she didn't get them out now, she would never get them out.
"Let's stop all this crapping around," Jules told her, "and get down to the fun."
And then he was reaching for her, pulling her up out of her chair as he got to his feet, gripping her long hair with his hand and keeping her head in place as his mouth came ramming down on hers, his slithery tongue knifing right between her teeth, probing wetly into her mouth. She tried struggling, hoping to release herself from his grip, but his hands were too strong. Tears jumped into her eyes because she was so helpless, and she felt ashamed she had ever opened her door to this terrible boy. How dumb could she have been, attempting to be friendly with him, when deep down she had known all he was after was her hot pussy. But then, that was what she wanted, too. Only she hadn't expected him to be indiscreet enough to start bringing friends over.
She let him continue kissing her, rubbing his lips against hers with such strength, her own lips were cut by her teeth. She remained limp, refusing to respond, and after awhile, he loosened his hold on her, pulling his lips away.
"Come on, Annette...." he started to say, but felt her slam him across the face as hard as he was able.
For an instant Jules merely stood there, not quite believing she had the guts to do something like that.
"Hey," Juan interrupted. "I think we should get out of here. She doesn't really want anything to do with us."
Jules turned to his friend and forced a smile, saying, "She wants to be forced. That's part of the fun, Juan. Wait. You'll see. After awhile, if you want, you can even join in."
Turning to Annette, he bent and suddenly came up with her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He headed for the main hallway, waving to Juan to follow, and led the way upstairs, into the master bedroom. Then he dumped her very unceremoniously on the bed.
Before she could move, Jules was on the bed with her, his hands tearing at her clothing while he gritted his teeth in anger. He had brought Juan with him to show what a big man he was, fucking a married woman. And here was this dumb twat, giving him a hard time.
"I am gonna teach you respect," he snapped at her, literally ripping her dress open and tearing it off.
His actions revealed the white cotton of her bra and the equally white panties. With a single angry tug he yanked the bra off her, freeing her small, quivering breasts. Annette's arms automatically crossed themselves in front of her bare boobs, but she felt as ridiculous as she was certain she looked. Jules smacked her face three times, snapping her head from side to side each time. She fell flat on the bed, and he remained on his knees, a threatening figure towering above her. She watched his eyes run up and down the fullness of her curving shape, taking in the soft, silkiness of her flesh. She could see he was becoming more and more excited by the second, seeing her bare body before him. His anger merely accentuated his increasing ardor.
"Now," he snapped. "Just what is it you were saying to me?" he asked in a smooth, quiet voice, using his knee to touch her thigh. His treatment of her made Annette loathe him all the more, and her eyes burned with hate as she said, "Get out, you disgusting animal. Get out and stay out!"
Her voice was high-pitched and screeching, and her eyes were blisters of angry light as she raised her face to his, looking defiantly at him. Silence filled the air as effectively as any sound, and she knew if he didn't leave now, she would back down.
"Hey now, what Jules is doing is wrong," Juan broke in. "But that's no reason for you to start talking nasty, lady."
"What do you know about all this, except that you're getting a free look at my body," she yelled. "The minute you saw what he was going to do, you should have packed him out of here."
"Hey, you watch how you talk to my friend," Jules snapped.
He moved closer to Annette's trembling shape, his eyes all glistening.
"Hey, what're you gonna do?" Juan asked, looking at Jules.
"Nothing much," Jules replied. "I'm just gonna teach this dame a thing or two, so when she sees us she'll be a little more respectful."
Annette cowered as she heard what he'd said. An icy stalactite seemed to shoot down her spine. Whatever hope she had of getting these boys out of her house completely died. There was nothing left to save her from the vicious Jules. She had been foolish enough to invite them into her house in the first place, and now she was paying the consequences. She was totally at their mercy, if you could call it mercy. Thee was no way around it. She would have to give in to him. Otherwise Jules might really hurt her.
He reached out and touched her shoulder, and she immediately pulled away, cringing in a corner of the bed. She noticed he didn't miss the look of disgust in her eyes. He reached out again, and this time his fingers were like eagle's talons, digging into her shoulder. He gripped her more and more tightly, then pulled her forward and threw her onto the mattress, face down. He lasciviously ran his hands over her bare body, feeling the way she shivered at his touch. The torch of terror was burning her intestines, threatening to totally consume her. She could feel her reason ready to abandon her. Every time this boy came into her house he drove her to the edge of sanity.
"Please," she whined in a soft tone of voice. "Please, Jules, please, I didn't mean to insult you. Please...."
"Look, you shut up," he told her. "You said all you're gonna say. From now on, what I say and do is what counts."
"Please," she wept, "I didn't mean it...."
"You shut that fucking mouth d'you hear," he ordered, tangling his hand in her hair and shoving her face into the blanket, cutting off her breath.
For a moment she thought she would have to fight for her very survival.
She had no choice, she thought, as she raised her head. She would have to obey him. He was stronger than she, and Aaron was off somewhere at work, damn him.
She realized Jules's hands were now at her waist, pulling down her panties, revealing the shimmering globes of her satin-smooth asscheeks.
"Now that," Juan muttered, "is one nice little ass."
Annette opened her eyes and suddenly realized Juan was only a few short feet away from her, staring at her body. She felt more ashamed and embarrassed than ever.
"Yeah, she does have a hot little butt," Jules nodded, his hands kneading her soft, flaccid flesh.
Suddenly he reached out and pulled the white, egg-shaped mounds apart, revealing the dark tunnel between them. Annette writhed under the obscene way he touched her, feeling nausea crawl through her. His fingers were like steel claws in her soft, buttery flesh. The pain shooting through her body made her wriggle all the more as he tugged her melon-shaped asscheeks farther apart. He had the smooth, silken globes quivering with tortured pain as he pulled on them without mercy.
"Hey, man," Juan asked, "what you got in mind?"
The Latin boy's eyes were lit up as he stared at the tiny star of the woman's anus. In reality, all of the beautiful lady's body thrilled him.
"You just watch and see," Jules told him, suddenly tightening his hold even more, squeezing her asscheeks and yanking her upward, forcing her to remain degraded, with her buttocks waving in the air and her face pressed into the pillow. Afraid to resist, she remained that way, resting on her forearms, her cheek pressing into the pillow, her small, firm breasts dangling down. She felt him grip her hair again as he shoved her face even deeper into the pillow, while with his other hand he kept a firm grip around her belly, forcing her buttocks to remain up in the air. Once more she felt him push her face into the pillow while her buttocks seemed to shine, standing out as they did. Her hair had come loose, and was now covering her face, hiding her burning embarrassment. She was glad the boys were unable to see the horror and fear written all over her features. Somehow, Jules always found a new way to humiliate her and make her feel degraded. Not in her deepest imagination had she ever believed she would be degraded by being forced into this humiliating position. She was a helpless, naked, tormented victim of these two teenagers, at least one of whom intended making life even more miserable for her. Once again, the idea that it was happening to her rather than someone else seemed impossible. Everything had happened so swiftly. How could she have guessed what they would do?
God! she thought. I'll never learn. avoid them completely. And I, like a fool, had to invite them in. I deserve what I'm getting.
There was nothing she could do, now. Her throat was raw and hoarse, and she wasn't even able to scream. Even if she could scream, what good would it do her? Jules would only hurt her again. She had no choice but to accept whatever would happen.
She gasped and sobbed as his hands continued squeezing her asscheeks, kneading their rounded whiteness. His fingers pulled and twisted the undulating globes of soft, yielding flesh as he felt an increasing lust build inside him.
"Uhhnnnhhh...." she gasped abruptly, feeling the sudden, wet, chilling contact of Jules's tongue on her naked body. It touched the bottom of her spine, her coccyx, then slowly licked straight down, running through the dark crevice between her quivering globes of white flesh. She writhed a little, as if to show she didn't approve of what was being done, yet she was completely unable to resist.
How disgusting, how perverted, how sick and terrible.
She could feel his slavering tongue licking up and down the sorely stretched length of her anal separation. At the same time, his fingers dug mercilessly into her asscheeks, keeping them yanked wide apart, revealing the depth of the crack in her ass. Jules stared at the way she was straining to clench her asscheeks together, watching the way her puckered anus trembled. Smiling, he nodded to Juan to come over and said, "You hold her left buttock open while I hold the right one. This way my left hand is free to do as I wish with it."
"What are you going to do?" Juan asked, gripping her left buttock softly, but firmly, holding it as far away from the other cheek as he could without causing her pain.
"You'll see," Jules laughed, and without further ado, pressed his forefinger softly against the rubbery ring of her sphincter. He began pushing, and Annette, completely unused to having that sanctuary violated, began quivering. She tried tightening her muscle, but his pressure was insistent, moving deeper and deeper until he managed to press it into her channel up to the first knuckle, despite the strong resistance she offered.
"No-o-o-o-o-o...." she screeched, hoarsely. "Don't ... stop ... Jules ... don't do ... uhhh ... itttttttt...."
She begged, but most of her pleas were wordless as her voice became softer and softer, her throat scratchier and drier. Her body felt stiffened with shame, and she cowered, terrified with fear as waves of disgust permeated her senses. The thought of what was happening to her was too much, and she wished she could faint and not feel the rest of it. He was hurting her, and hurting her badly as his finger forced her rectal orifice wider. Her entire spine felt as if it was being bent as searing pain shot up to her shoulders, all caused by the wanton penetration of her anal aperture. Her brain was numb, unable to direct her body to move in any way, though even if she could move, how could she escape what was happening to her. And his free hand continued squeezing her rectal cheek with wicked pressure, while she felt Juan's soft grip firmly keeping her other asscheek in place.
"God!" she gasped. "Oh God, Jules ... stop this ... stop it ... you're ... uhhhh ... hurting me.
She felt him turning and twisting the finger writhe. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing what he was doing to her.
Jules continued insinuating his finger into her tight depths, stretching the tightly clenched sphincter. Annette's thoughts were a jumbled mass as she prayed he would relent and go. But from the pressure he was applying, she could tell he wouldn't stop until he completed whatever wicked idea he had in mind.
"Feel it?" he asked her, his voice heavy with cruelty. "Feel that finger? Good! I want you to feel it. I want you to feel it push its way through you."
Annette felt more embarrassment mingle with the pain as Juan's hand tightened on her asscheek. She knew it was an involuntary tightening, but then what could she expect? The boy, at Jules's insistence, was touching her asscheek, and he was only human. He was becoming aroused, as well. He was now kneeling on the bed so he could keep her buttock forced away from the other cheek while his hand didn't get overtired. She knew he was staring at what Jules was doing.
Jules grunted, and shoved his finger in even deeper, up to the second knuckle, into her agonized rear ingress. He shoved one more time, and the entire finger was buried in her rectum. For a short while Annette felt like a helplessly pinioned butterfly, and she remained with her buttocks waving in the air, unable to move. God! What kind of a human being was he, to subject her to this cruel torture? Didn't he have any kind of feelings? Wasn't he aware of how much pain he was causing her? What kind of pleasure could he find in playing with her rectum?
And then, all of a sudden, she felt the cruel finger slowly sliding out of her anal channel. Her sorely stretched back passage felt relief, shrinking back to its normal size.
Maybe, just maybe he'd had enough of torturing her and hurting her. Maybe he would leave now, and allow her to nurse her hurt ego, not to mention her sore rectum.
But then she felt his hands once again tightly grip her asscheeks, tugging them viciously apart. This time he pulled as if trying to halve a large piece of bread, tugging and straining and pulling and yanking, causing her even more pain than before.
"What are you doing?" she hoarsely gasped.
He didn't bother to answer her this time, but continued tugging on her asscheeks, and then one hand let go for a moment, and she heard the tug of a zipper.
"Hey Jules, what are you gonna do with that?" Juan asked.
Turning her head, Annette felt her eyes almost pop out of her head as she saw Jules's solid cock stand out from his fly. Once again he hadn't bothered taking his pants down. But the sight of his red, angry shaft, sticking out and being gripped by his hot, massaging hand, almost made her faint. The head seemed as angrily red as his face. It throbbed wantonly with undisguised rapaciousness.
Ice seemed to cover her insides, and she felt her heart start to pound, madly. Even her blood began running cold as she tried cowering away from that throbbing menace. She refused to accept what was happening. It couldn't be real. It just couldn't be real. Not even Jules was that inhuman.
Her entire body fell into a kind of dulled state, feeling nothing for a moment. And then she saw him move forward. She turned her head away, unable to look. It would be bad enough to feel, but to watch it as well would be doubly degrading.
He pressed the swollen, massive head against her shuddering rear end, using the blunt point of his throbbing cock to part her asscheeks, though his one hand was still trying to do that, with his thumb on one buttock, and his fingers on the other. And then she felt the solid, unyielding nudge of his prurient cock as it pressed against her open anus. For an instant he merely let it rest there, his fingers keeping her asscheeks tugged apart, rubbing the puckered brownie of her shuddering asshole with teasingly light pressure.
She couldn't stay in this position and let him do what he wanted to do. It wouldn't be right. He was going to try pushing that thick column of his into her rectum, and she was much too narrow, there. If a single finger had caused such agony, that weighty pole of his would cause considerably more pain. And she was in no condition to take it. She had to plead one more time.
"Jules," she whispered, her voice almost gone. "I'll do anything, give you anything you want, but don't do this thing to me."
She tried tugging her ass away from him, but his two hands grabbed her asscheeks and clenched them tightly. The harder she tried pulling away from him, the stronger his grip became. The mere fact she was resisting seemed to spur him on to be even crueler. With a growling curse, he rammed his cock-head against the resisting ring of her sphincter.
"I'll tell you what I want," he snarled, rubbing his rubbery penile head against her unyielding asshole. "I want to fuck you in the ass, that's what I want. What's more, that's just what I'm gonna do. And the more you fight me, the more you struggle, the more it's gonna hurt. So just stay still and wait until I've gotten my cock all the way in."
When she tried struggling some more, he began slapping her asscheeks, hard. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of each buttock and began pulling, while he thrust his hips forward, pushing hard, ramming it against her puckered wrinkle.
Annette was trembling, fear having taken complete control of her by now. Harsh sobs of mounting horror gagged in her throat as she remained hunched over before the cruel boy, feeling the horror burn through her like a raging forest fire.
"Now!" Jules gasped, and rammed forward, determined to enter her rectum, oblivious to her terror and shivering fright."
"Un nnnggghhhaaaaggghhhh!" Annette screamed, her dry, cracked voice managing to yell in spite of her hoarseness as she suffered the torment of his agonizing attack. He was pushing in with the thick head of his penis, entering her rectum, forcing the sphincter to open wide and accommodate his thrusting cock. All the while, his hands pressed her asscheeks apart, allowing him to watch the way his thick pole fitted into the tightness of her squeezing asshole.
"Jules ... uhhhhh ... no ... uhhhhhhh ... no...." she whimpered, but her dry voice could no longer be heard. And even if he had heard her, he would not have relented.
She gasped out her agonizing sighs, her arms beating into the bed and her head flailing about. She saw nothing, heard nothing, nor did she smell or taste anything at that moment. All she was conscious of was the sense of feeling, and that sense was causing her agonizing pain. Her total awareness was concentrated on the ramming penetration of her rectum by Jules's heavy wand. She sobbed again and again, begging him to go no further, to withdraw, but the words were lost in the grunts and groans of the fairhaired boy's lust. Her lips twisted with fear, but her entire body had become immobile. She was completely helpless, the victim of his wicked violation as he continued to angrily ram forward.
Jules stared down at his thick pole, feeling a minor satisfaction at having penetrated her anal orifice. Yet only the head of his hard cock was inside her. He wanted to plug more of it in. He wanted to fill her torn rectum with all of his hard cock.
He grinned a wicked grin, thinking how he was teaching this snobbish young housewife he was no longer a mere kid. This was the first time he had ever done something like this, and he was enjoying himself. The mere knowledge that the slender woman surrounding the head of his masculine flail was his to hurt any way he chose, made him feel a strong sense of power. Hell! She'd never say "no" to him again in front of one of his buddies. Now she would know, once and for all, he was the boss.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... aggghhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o...." she screamed repeatedly, though no sound came out. Each gasp was hoarser than the previous one, and each time he plunged a little deeper into her it hurt that much more.
God! Aaron had asker her to let him do this, once. He must have been mad. To think, she should bend over in this servile position and let him penetrate her rectum, causing her all kinds of anguish. And yet, here she was, doing it for this boy, almost a total stranger, feeling his thick phallus sink farther into her tight anal tenderness. And each time he drove it forward, it moved in a little more, hurting her a lot more.
"Hey," Juan was saying. "Don't you think you should take it easy. I mean, I can tell she's never had this done to her before."
"Well that makes us even," Jules laughed. "I've never done it to a woman before. One, final thrust, and I'll be all the way in."
With a loud, wordless gasp, he gripped her hips, pulling her toward him as he thrust into her with all his might and main. His long, throbbing solidity rammed in the rest of the way, sinking itself to the hilt in her anus, plunging in like a fleshy proctoscope. He was buried to the root in her, his hairy pelvis scrubbing the softness of her tender asscheeks.
"No more...." she gasped, "please ... no more...." her voice was a rasping whisper and was barely heard.
Tears poured" down her cheeks as she wept and trembled, completely impaled by his lancing cock. She felt her asscheeks wantonly raised higher than the rest of her, standing out like some Roman Eagle of old towering over the heads of the legions. It was as if her asscheeks were Jules's standard.
"You really did it," Juan nodded, staring, unable to believe Jules would do anything to this woman at first, mush less penetrate her so painfully.
Had the choice been left up to Juan, they would have left the house almost instantly after arriving. But now, watching the way Jules's cock thrust itself into her rectal depths, he felt himself becoming all heated and aroused. True, Jules had gone about this the wrong way. Had he been the woman's lover, he would never have brought anyone else along. And he would have been tender and soft, making her want him. He had used that method with so many Puerto Rican girls, and they all went wild for it. He was Cuban, himself, and like all the other male members of his family, had been initiated into sex at an early age. But he had been shown it was better to make love to a woman than to merely fuck her, and from what he could see of Jules's behavior, Juan knew he had been taught the right way. There was no doubt this gringa, this white, North-American woman, needed a good cock. And with loving patience, he knew he would have been able to put his cock anywhere in her body, and she would have loved him for it. The way Jules was doing it, she would hate him, for a little while, anyway. If Jules could hold out long enough, he would bring her to satisfaction, and she would forgive him. But there was no justification for her having to suffer so much, first. He was disappointed in his new-found friend.
The last little bit of pride left Annette as she heard the two boys whispering. One was fucking her ass, and the other was watching her humiliation. She had finally come to learn the difference between rape and the simple way Aaron always fucked her. Until this moment, she had refused to totally accept the fact she was a piece of female meat, being used to simply satisfy a lustful boy's wants. Now, with the thick cock moving in and out of what had been a virginal rectum, she came to the inescapable conclusion Jules didn't think of her as a woman, but as merely a hole ... no ... a series of holes, designed to fully satisfy him. And the brutality with which he did it seemed to arouse his companion all the more, even though she knew Juan, under normal circumstances, would have nothing to do with something like this. There was something in the boy's demeanor which let her know he was the better of the two boys.
Her resistance totally collapsed at this point.
Do it! she thought. Do it, and get it over and done with.
Her throat hurt, and she was too ashamed to cry out any longer. Let him use her as it pleased him. Eventually he would finish and go away, and she would never again allow him to approach her. But for the moment, she was a slave to his whims, completely conquered by his cruelty, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. He was going to degrade her, and she would no longer resist, knowing the sooner she let it happen, the faster it would all end.
Jules felt his thick cock pulsate in the channel of her tight, hot ass as her anal tube slowly adjusted to the thickness of his invading cock. Now he drew his weapon of sodom slowly out, and Annette wiggled, feeling the painful motion. She felt it slide out until only the turgid knob remained enclosed within her anal depths. She knew what he was doing. He did the same thing the last time, when he had gotten into her pussy. He was teasing her, making her wonder when he would shoot it back in. Only this time there was no anxiety in her. This time, she didn't care, except for the pain she would feel.
His hand gripped the staff of his cock, churning it spirally, corkscrewing it, trying to widen her anal entrance even more, enjoying the way she flinched as he did it. And then the powerful shaft began plunging into her again. It wasn't going in as slowly as it had withdrawn, but this time the hurt wasn't as strong. It rammed forward without any obstruction until it was once again completely buried inside her. Then he began the steady, pulsing, in and out movement, thrusting his hardened spear into her right to the balls, then withdrawing it to the tip. In, then out, in, then out, grinding it repeatedly into the hotly clinging passageway of her rectum, feeling the tunnel adjust and enlarge. His heavy balls banged against her vagina, the scrotal flesh rubbing her wet pussylips. She tried to cringe away from the slap of his balls, then decided this, too, was something unavoidable. The whole problem was, the pressure of his testicles, battering her tender cuntlips, was building arousal in her, and the last thing she wanted to feel was any kind of enjoyment with this young stud inside her. She wanted to remain detached, feeling nothing. He was rummaging through her rectum at a regular pace now, and the pain was receding, though she didn't notice it at first. She had closed her mind to what was happening, simply hoping it would end quickly. After what this boy had done to her, she felt so degraded, she would accede to anything her husband requested. The worst kind of sex with Aaron had to be better than the way this boy had so totally shamed her. What kind of a male would make his female fucking partner feel so low? She would never be able to look decent men in the eye again, knowing this vile boy had completely degraded her. Even if she was to blame for letting him into the house, what was happening now was something she would never have foreseen had she lived ten lifetimes.
If only Aaron hadn't lost his erection each time she was about to cum. God! She would have been more than content to remain the faithful housewife had her husband helped her. Her degradation was partly his fault, as well. And then that business of Jules stepping off the curb behind her car as she was backing into a parking space. She would have believed Jules did it on purpose, except she knew he didn't have the mental capacity to think that far ahead. True, the sight of her had aroused the animal in him, but that was something purely physical. Jules didn't need to think to become aroused.
But now she felt as if she were a fallen woman. She was being abused in this vile way by this nasty, perhaps mentally deficient teenager. And as far as he was concerned, she was as much his to use as she was her husband's. No, her husband had respect for her. Jules thought of her as a slave, to be abused whenever it pleased him. And the only way Jules would be made to understand she didn't belong to him, was to never let him into the house again. This had to be his last time.
Jules continued pumping in and out of Annette's agonized asshole, thrilled he was able to show his friend he had control over a married woman. Fucking into a girl his own age would have meant nothing to him. Here was a married woman, an experienced cunt, and she had willingly opened her doors and invited him in. And now, in spite of her screaming, he was certain he was giving her what she subconsciously wanted. Before the fuck was over, she would once again come around to enjoy what he was doing to her, and she would once again beg him to come back, not caring whether he came alone, or brought an entire gang. The important thing was, she would be hungry for him. He felt great, being able to control the body of this older woman. And it was one great body. And the most important thing was, Juan was watching and would be able to back up his story, should he ever decide to tell the fellas.
Annette remained bent over, humbled before his plunging cock, and she suddenly realized all the numbness she had wished for had left her. And with it went the grinding pain she had been feeling in her rectum. To her horror, she realized the agony and the hurt was being replaced with the one thing she didn't want to feel. No, no, it couldn't be true. She refused to believe it. But even as her mind fought it, she realized she couldn't fight it. Just as she had been helpless when he had been hurting her, so now was she completely the slave to the tiny tendrils of forbidden delight starting to build inside her. Like rising smoke, the sensations began curling in her belly. God in heaven! She was beginning to like what he was doing to her.
She tried to clamp her mind closed, as if hoping to force the feeling out of her body. But it was no use. She was actually beginning to enjoy the way his thick cock reamed her ass.
With maddening desperation she did her best to fight the building pressures of increasing delight. But no matter what she did, she could feel her nerve-endings being titillated, and she felt her asscheeks twitching, while her pubis began involuntarily thrusting back as he rammed forward. There was a beating thrill building inside her, and try as she might, she was unable to contain herself. The vicious rape to which she was being subjected was so totally overpowering her, she was now its willing victim.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, drily, her voice croaking with building lust.
She rammed her buttocks back to meet his invading thrusts, now thrilling to the way he was driving his hard cock into her. She moaned, feeling the cords in her thighs tighten as her inner assmuscles contracted tightly around his plunging penile hole. Thrill began building on thrill, and soon she was feeling a steadily increasing pleasure mounting more and more swiftly.
"Ohhhhh yesssss," her cracked voice grunted, and she began wallowing in the wonderful delight of thrills rampaging through her.
It was good, damn him! It was very good. That rotten kid, with his nasty manners and his raping desires was making her feel new, wonderful sensations she had never before been able to enjoy, because she had denied her husband the right to try these different things. Wide brushes of thrilling enjoyment swept over her. All that really mattered now was the way her body responded to Jules's thrusts, building twitches of excitement within herself.
"See," Jules gasped to Juan, "see, I told you. I told you she would start to enjoy it."
"Yes, but you took too long to bring out the enjoyment," Juan told him. "And in doing so, you caused much more pain than was necessary."
But Jules didn't hear Juan. He was thrilled to see how right his thinking had been in the first place. Yeah man! This was great, making her enjoy an assfucking. Wow! This was something he would have loved to tell the guys, but even with Juan backing him up, no one would believe him unless he brought them all to the Mendelson home to watch him do it. And though he was a bit dense, Jules had enough sense to realize that would be the dumbest thing he could do. If the other guys learned who she was, they'd start paying her regular visits, and after awhile they'd ace him out. He'd had to tell Juan, just to show someone he was fucking this grown-up, married lady. And he wanted Juan to see what a gorgeous lady she was. But Juan was the first and last person he would tell. From now on, Annette Mendelson would be his alone. Well, he was willing to share her with her husband, but nobody else.
Annette was gasping with delight. Her rounded buttocks were keeping time with the piston-like thrusts of him pumping cock, the cheeks seemingly swelling and receding with his thrusting and retreating. She was enjoying the hard, lancing attack continually sinking into her buttery rectal depths. Each time he pulled back, he could feel the tight clutch of her rectal muscles slowing his withdrawal.
"Uhhhhh ... ahhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh...." she was sighing, now completely inundated in the flood of consuming delight. Her body was deluged with wondrous blasts of pleasure, and all previous, angry, hurt thoughts were now banished from her mind. Nor did she care about the wanton way she was responding to the way he was assfucking her. She was enjoying this perverted, wicked, evil act. Her body was totally and completely in heat, marvelously thrilled beyond belief because a hard, thick, strong cock was fucking into her tight asshole. What made it all the more exciting was the wide-opened stare of Juan, Jules's friend, as he watched. She could tell he was becoming hotter and hotter simply watching what was happening. The idea of an onlooker seemed to thrill her all the more. Yes, yes, she was enjoying it. A frenzied desire for self-degradation shuddered through her body, causing her to turn and twist and spin, thrusting her asscheeks against his hips, and even ramming her butt into his belly. Her small, round, firm breasts seemed to jiggle beneath her, and her head whipped this way and that, her long, brown hair flying out all over the place. Her insides felt as if they were being teased to greater heights, blasted around by inner typhoon of glorious delight, and she suddenly realized she was going to apex, and very shortly. Imagine, her dripping vagina was completely empty, yet she was going to cum. It was amazing. The feeling was building in her rectum, of all places. She had never realized a woman was capable of feeling an orgasm in that area.
This was as new to her as it was to Jules. She could hardly wait for the climax to hit. There was heated feeling inside her as there had never been before, and because it was so new, it was all the more strong, more totally thrilling because she was a complete slave, doing her master's bidding and enjoying it.
"Going to cum," she said in a low, cracked voice. "Don't stop ... don't stop now ... ahhhhhh ... no ... keep ... it ... moving...."
She was gasping, desperately reaching out for the all-consuming nirvana of new, obscene thrills. And then, just like that, she felt a deep sigh issue from her anguished throat. Her body began tightly spasming as her belly laddered inward and her spine seemed to tremble as if ready to break.
Her body was petrified by vast quantities of shooting stars blasting through her, jettisoning flaming thrills of wonder out of every pore as she trembled and vibrated. Her quaking pubis slammed forward and back, her cuntlips clenching and unclenching with the movement of her assmuscles as her rectum continued riding on Jules's thick cock. She was in that paradise of a million erotic wonders, totally overwhelmed by the thrills shuddering through her as she surrendered her entire self to her overwhelming orgasm.
Her head was raised, and she was staring straight into Juan's eyes as he looked at her reactions. She could read the happiness he felt for her in attaining her satisfaction. But she also saw the sadness of his face, written there because Jules had caused her so much anguish and pain to bring about this delightful finale. His face seemed to say he was more understanding, and could bring thrills about without her having to suffer the trials and tribulations of degradation, first. Suddenly she had an overpowering, gut-wrenching desire to feel what it would be like to be filled with Juan, and her wide, pleading eyes told him so. He nodded imperceptibly, as if to say he would be back later on, when Jules was gone.
"HAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jules gasped, and unleashed the contents of his heavy balls into her steaming rectum. She felt the hot jism shoot up into her colon, almost as if he were trying to give her an enema.
He pumped frantically, shooting blast after blast into her. And when he was done, he withdrew his flaccid cock, wiped it on her thighs, then said, "Okay, Juan. Let's split. I've shown this twat just who's boss."
CHAPTER SIX
When Annette awoke from the mild sleep into which she had fallen, the bedroom clock said three thirty five. There was still an hour and a half before her children would be home, and the ass-reaming Jules had given her, though extremely satisfying had left her with two entirely different feelings. First, her rectal interior hurt like hell. Second, her vaginal interior was wetter than the inside of a flooded rain barrel.
Looking around, she saw the boys were gone, and decided she would take a quick bath to soothe the rawness in her asshole. So she went to the bathroom, filled the tub with warm water, dripped in some lilac scent, then settled her body in the water. She soaked for nearly a half hour, then climbed out of the tub.
As she sat before her vanity, combing her hair and admiring her slender naked form, she heard the doorbell ring.
She knew it wasn't Aaron, because he had a key and didn't have to ring. Jules might have decided to come back, in which case she thought she would be better off not opening the door. He brought her to wonderful climaxes, but he caused too much pain getting her there. Even though her rectum felt soothed, she had no wish to go through another ass-reaming.
Wrapping a cotton robe around her, she pushed her feet into slippers and went downstairs. There was a glass window on the side of the door, and peering through it, she saw it was Juan. And for some unknown reason, she felt her heart leap.
Opening the door, she saw he was alone.
"Hi," he said, looking down at his feet and kicking at some imaginary thing.
"Hello Juan," she nodded, opening the door wider, beckoning him in.
"You sure?" he asked looking at her.
"I'm sure," she nodded, speaking softly, her voice no longer cracking.
Yes, she was sure. There was something about Juan that said he would be gentle, yet he would be good. Even if he made her do things she might initially dislike, he would do it in such a way she would feel no pain.
She stood aside as he entered, then shut the door behind him.
"Look," he told her. "I didn't know what Jules had in mind when he invited me to come here with him."
"I know," she nodded.
"And I really wanted to stop him from doing what he did, but there would've been a fight. And if he'd have won, so he would have done it to you anyway, only your house would be messed up."
"You don't have to explain," she told him, walking upstairs, heading for the bedroom where Jules violated her ass.
"I know," he nodded, following her into her bedroom. "But I'm doing it, anyway."
"I'm glad you came back," she told him, facing him and smiling, letting him know she wasn't angry with him.
"You smell good," he told her, coming closer.
"Do I?" she asked, looking at him, her arms hanging loosely at her sides.
She was breathing heavily, and the small, firm outline of her breasts pushed against the robe. The simple cotton fabric moved in and out with her breathing, and the robe seemed to cling to her, as if outlining her perfect shape. She put her left leg forward, thrusting it through the opening in the robe as she stepped out of her slippers, making her seem tinier and more helpless than ever.
Juan could see the bright, white cleanliness of her toes, and his penis, already half-risen, grew the rest of the way, pushing against his chino pants. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted a female in his life, and he would have her, but only with her approval. He wanted to speak, but being overexcited, as he opened his mouth to say something, he gathered her small frame in his arms and bent his head, kissing her soft, tender lips. He wanted it to be a hard, lip-crushing, tooth-shattering kiss. Instead, it was a soft, gentle kiss, with each probing into the other's mouth lightly, using the tip of the tongue to tantalize. His hands reached down and cupped her asscheeks, but he didn't crush them. Rather he rotated his hands lightly against them, feeling the yielding softness of her buns.
Annette could feel the thickness of his throbbing cock as it pressed upright between them under his clothes. He ground it strongly against her body, and she responded, pressing her own slender form against him. His tongue seemed to reach into her throat, getting her all heated up, building the unspent passion in her to new, dizzying heights. He was good, very good, and not crude, as Jules had been.
"Juan," she sighed softly into his mouth, sucking on his tongue for a moment before ending the kiss. "I can feel the heat in you. Watching what Jules did to me must have really inflamed you. Poor boy."
"I'm ashamed to admit it's true," he nodded.
"I'm glad you waited until now, until we can be alone," she whispered. "I don't want you to ever share me with Jules. I don't ever want to see him again.
"After you're finished with me, you may feel the same way about me," he told her.
"I doubt that very much," she whispered, pressing her small, firm breasts against his young, manly chest. "Undress," she whispered, slipping from his grip and lying on the bed.
Juan hastily removed his clothes, placing them on a nearby chair so he could get to them in a hurry, if necessary. When he turned to face Annette, he saw the large smile on her face as she looked at his wavering phallus. Though he was shorter than Jules, his cock was both, longer and thicker. All tan, with a rich purpled head, it leaked a light lubricant to make the head shine as if it had been lit up.
He came to the bed and lay beside her. She could see the sureness in his eyes, letting her know he had no doubts concerning his abilities. He clung tenaciously to her, kissing her, letting his throbbing organ pulsate rigidly against her body as they rolled together on the bed. She could feel her robe clinging to her as the heat of their bodies created new perspiration. Burning gusts of breath came from her mouth and covered his face, letting him know how eager she was to become part of him. Soft, low moans filled her throat as his hands opened her robe and caressed her perfect, curvaceous form. Her long, lithe thighs parted, letting him slip a hand between them to caress her soft, wet, anxious pussy.
Even with the sun no longer in the room, Juan was able to enjoy her. Though visual sense was slightly reduced, he was able to enjoy her all the more by listening to her gasps, smelling the sweetness of her flesh, tasting the softness of her lips, and feeling the wonderful shape of her body with his hands.
Annette felt Juan's eyes burn into her as his hands continued roaming over her torso, making her feel her entire self was a gleaming, glittering statue of soft warmth. She kissed his ear, letting him hear the humming vibration of her delighted sighs. And as they rolled on the bed, their bodies rubbing against the sheets, they heard the wisping movements of their flesh against the cloth. There was the soft slapping of flesh touching flesh, and each could sense the other's ragged breathing. She could taste the hunger in his mouth and smell the perspired passion building within him, as their maddening foreplay continued, unabated. She thrust her entire form against his, letting him feel the velvety touch of her flesh, feeling how fervidly he wanted her. His pulses seemed to beat into her, and she felt them pound like the surging tide of the ocean slapping against the beach.
She felt one of his hands glide over her smooth, firm breast, its trembling solidity peaked by the swelling, heated nubbin of her enlarged nipple. His other hand gently pressed deeper between her thighs, feeling the slickness of her honeyed temple. His thumb played with her vibrating clitoris, and two fingers pressed together and eased themselves into her tightness. She squirmed and writhed, feeling the fingers enter, but he pushed them in with such gentleness, there was no pain; only mounting passion.
Annette's fingers reached down and encircled his throbbing mass of swollen masculinity. She gripped it, tugging on it, caressing it, pressing it tightly, and then caressing the round marbles in the scrotum sac, below.
Every movement of theirs seemed another step toward the ultimate joining. Her lithe thighs surrounded his, while her yearning arms pulled him even closer. Then he rolled onto her, reaching down with both hands and cupping her rondular buttocks. He rested his slender chest on the small, flattened globes of her breasts. Her lissome thighs parted in a gentle upside-down Y, and his hips fitted against her loins as if they'd been made for just that purpose. The dome of his flexing, swollen cock pressed against the hot, slick, palpitating petals of her delightful feminine division.
"Yes," Annette gasped. "Yes, this is what I want. God! The mere feeling of it touching me there has me so aroused. Oh God! Don't stop now. Put it in ... put it in ... put it all the way in...."
"Mrs. Mendelson," he murmured, too timid to use her first name.
But every one of his throbbing muscles trembled with tension and desire. What could he say to her now? How could he verbally express how he felt?
How could he tell her he didn't think of her as some tramp. How could he let her know he regarded her as someone special, with needs and wants and desires which he could only guess were not being fulfilled. Therefore, he wanted to help her fulfill them. This was no wham-bam-thank you ma'am hump, which, when it was over would be all but forgotten. This was something excruciatingly special, but he was unable to find the right words to tell her as much.
"P-P-Please...." she gasped, "Juan ... do it ... don't wait...."
Her thighs tightened in expectation, and violent tremors wracked her body. "I ... uhhhhh ... need ... ahhh...."
He couldn't find the words. He couldn't say what he wanted to say, but he knew she understood. And he would prove his feelings by returning to her whenever she needed him.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, hearing the way her lips pleaded while her open eyes seemed to beg, the need to enter her became paramount. There was no way he could restrain himself. He positioned himself so his throbbing glans was hovering against the butterfly wing-softness of her tender labia.
She wanted to reach down and squeeze his cock one more time with her fingers, but she knew there wasn't time. His hard cock was finding the correct entrance without either of them using their hands. Her fingers reached out and clamped tightly against his asscheeks, while her own ass felt the clutch of his grasping hands.
"Now!" she urged, and he drove in and down, feeling the soft, butter-like resistance of her heated membranes.
Her inflamed tunnel burned and blistered his thrusting cock as it accepted it inside. Her tight tunnel surrounded and sucked him in, embracing the swollen, broad intruder filling it to capacity. Her tissues seemed to cling to his impaling length as if trying to overlap and become a part of it, joyously clutching as much of it as she could contain. Heated surges ran through her as his rummaging cock filled her, making her lose her breath for a moment. But even as the air left her lungs, her thighs wrapped themselves tightly around his forward-lunging body, tightly enclosing him within her tenderness. Her hands ran up and down along the length of his back, teasing his spine, touching his shoulders, caressing his neck, and even lightly touching the sides of his face. Like the legs of a spider her fingers moved here and there, building his want for her to greater heights. Within her pulsating body, a sucking vortex of whirlpool strength whirled lingeringly around his pulsing cock.
"Ahhhhhh...." she gasped softly in his ear. "You feel so good in there, Juan. Yes, yes, keep it there, where it belongs."
Without retreating, he began churning his hips, as if trying to shove his lengthy prick even deeper, though it was already all the way in. His pelvis squashed hers, her soft brown curls entwining with the thick black ones on his pubis. The swollen dome pressed against the opening of her womb, not quite able to reach inside, but just long enough to touch it.
"Fuck!" she gasped, and he finally withdrew his massive phallus, bringing it back until all but the swollen, knobby point left the sucking confines of her womanly interior. He could feel her channel still clinging to his glans like an adhesive.
Tugging back, he inhaled, then the air came whooshing out as he slammed in again.
"Whooooff!"
Once again he withdrew his shaft part of the way, then, "Uuuuuuphhhh!" he slammed it back in.
"Uhhhh ... hummmphhh ... uhhh ... hummphhh ... uhhh ... hummmphhh...." he gasped, pounding into her tight vagina with a constant, rhythmic plunging of heavy strokes. He seemed to be expending almost no strength, yet Annette felt the driving force each time he ploughed into her. He pushed his thick phallus as far into her moist channel as he could, feeling it encompassed by the tight, sucking folds of her wet membranes. Her squeezing, crushing pussy thrilled to the pressure he exerted, crushing all the harder against his shuddering attack. She responded, raising her hips and slamming her tender groin against his, making his balls shake as she caused some of the quaking to shoot right back into his attacking body.
Annette felt the pounding reach into her entrails, making her breasts shake, and causing her very head to tremble. Her bouncing rubbery asscheeks widened of their own accord, as her ankles locked behind his buttocks, and her feet began kicking his asscheeks. Her slamming heels sent one violent Shockwave after another coursing through his body. The thrills renewed themselves again and again, as if the act of fucking could reproduce pleasure upon pleasure, as well as offspring. Each lustful sensation caused the kindling of a new spark, which grew into another lustful sensation, and which, in turn, kindled yet another spark.
Annette sighed and moaned aloud, enjoying Juan's pulsating cock even more than she did Jules, the previous day. His continual thrusting filled her channel with delighted pleasure. Blistering friction shot through her, then returned and shot through her again as he pumped the full length of his massive penis through her tight orifice. Each new physical meeting sent a constantly enlarging turbulence of inundating power through her body. And this power totally wiped out any memories Juan ever had of other girls. This was going to be the most intense orgasm he had ever enjoyed. He could tell by the way it was building up in him, this was going to be something very, very special. It was still only something partially sensed, yet it was a strong sense, letting him know some paroxysmic colossus of climactic delight was building within him, approaching and growing, filling his mind and his senses. Every thundering move into her burning quim brought him that much closer to the reality of that orgasm. Thrill built upon thrill.
How long it went on, neither Annette nor Juan knew, but it seemed to be going on forever. Time had no meaning for either of them as he continued poking his massive truncheon into her deep, sucking infinity of wonder and delight.
But even infinity has its cadence and rules, and what seems to go on endlessly must one day end. Now the overpowering lust built within Juan and Annette, lifting them to the gates of Heaven, itself, turning them into mindless people, bent on reaching that ultimate conclusion. Like a meteor falling into the earth's protective atmosphere, they ignited, started to burn up. Feeling and thought seemed to reassert themselves in spite of the chaotic emotion trammeling through the two of them. Their entire world had been bound up in the endless sensation of one another, and now, though neither had yet climaxed, both were returning to reality, knowing the climax would be real, and they would have to stay in the real world in order to fully enjoy it. Happiness and fear, enjoyment and agony now joined together to form a whirling carousel that seemed to spin so fast, it moved up, as well as around.
Juan felt the storm of orgasm gather in his shuddering testicles. The pressure built to so great a point, it began forcing the heavy liquid out into the tubes leading upward. A cataclysm of erotic delight seemed to make his loins churn and pressing on his spine. The sinews and cords in his neck stretched tautly, and then he felt Annette's vagina clamp itself around his thrusting cock as firmly and as tightly as any iron maiden could hold a man, gripping him with the inner thousand needles of spastic tightening.
Annette felt the thrilling enjoyment of it all build all the higher in her, and her own body began tensing as she prepared to scream her enjoyment to the world. Her bubbling vagina had manufactured oceans of liquid oil, and now it seethed and boiled, preparing to be ejected as she brought herself to the very pinnacle of total orgasm. And then, his burning, white-grey fluid was spurting into her, filling her, mingling with her colorless flow in the burning oven of her fiery vagina.
The thrilling peak of infinite pleasure gripped and squeezed them for a long, unending period of time as she yelled a loud, hoarse, gasping, "GAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGG-HHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Through this madness there came to be, at least for Juan, a thrilling center of total, enveloping warmth and delight as he pumped the white-hot seed into her belly, himself screaming a deep, "HAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
"More!" she insisted, feeling him pull his semi-shrunken manhood from the weeping depths of her anxious nook. "I want more and more and more."
Juan realized he had enough strength for at least one more ejaculation. Though he was different from Jules, in that he didn't have to prove he was the master of the situation, he had to make sure she understood she didn't control it, either. It was a matter of mutual understanding, mutual regard, and mutual respect. He pushed her down on the bed, and began kissing her sweat-covered body. His tongue licked the salt from her skin, lapping her two nipples and kissing the flatness of her belly. He paused at her navel for a moment, then began licking lower.
Annette felt more tremulous sensations rocket through her. His mouth was heading lower. He was going to kiss her sweet pussy, and after having just deposited a massive quantity of sperm inside her. She could still feel the heavy liquid seeping down her thighs, running onto the bed and forming little pools.
What she didn't notice was, he was moving his lower half around, bringing his knees near her head. She felt him kissing the jutting towers of her hipbones, and ultimately brought his tongue into the depths of her pungent, aromatic brown curls. He was all set to go licking into her hot, pulsing cunt.
Annette was sighing and gasping, still on fire in spite of the overwhelming climax she had enjoyed. She knew she had another one inside her, and his licking tongue was just the thing to bring it out.
And then, abruptly, the licking sensations of his tongue were gone. When she opened her eyes, she saw him upright, still on his knees over her.
"This is a game of give and take," he told her. "I am going to put my mouth on your sweet cunt, and I will probably drink everything that comes out of there. By the same token, I want you to take my cock into your mouth, harden it again, and suck on it until I, too, cum."
With Aaron the prospect had seemed distasteful. Had Jules attempted to force her, she would have done it, hating the whole thing. But with this gentle boy, Annette knew there was no way she could refuse. When his knees surrounded her head a moment later, she opened her mouth wide to welcome in the dangling, half-hard member.
Juan, with his weight on his knees, fell forward, sinking his face into her soft, creamy bog, letting the flat of his tongue press hard against her upthrust clitoris. He moved the tongue around against the hard clit, then pushed it softly into the tight groove leading into her vaginal swamp. And then, Annette gripped his hard cock with her hand and guided it straight into her dainty mouth. Her lips closed over the solid flange of his corona, and her tongue licked all the way around its rim. The meaty head hardened as the rest of the bent hose suddenly unbent and stiffened. The taste of sperm covered her tongue, and she licked strongly, swallowing all the loose drops she could vacuum out of his balls.
Juan's tongue speared into the heated center of her vagina, and he began dredging out a mixture of his own cream and her hot lubriciousness. He licked and lapped, slurping it all down, letting his tongue tease the inner walls of her. His hands pushed her thighs wide apart, and he drove his nose deep into her simmering center as his tongue began to play havoc with her upstanding clitoris. His lips tightly seized her shuddering clit and began pulling on it as his tongue began touching the tip of it again and again with just enough pressure to make Annette see a series of multicolored lights spinning in her pinwheeling brain. The faster his tongue flogged her clitoris, the more aroused she became, feeling the way his lips pulled, as well. Her response was to plunge his thick penis into the depths of her mouth, letting her lips tightly grip the stem. Though he was longer and thicker than Jules, he wasn't quite as big as her husband. She knew she could do things with him she hadn't the nerve to try with Aaron. Her head moved up a little, forcing more of his thick log against her esophagus, pressing the head into her gullet. At first she thought she would choke, but as the minutes passed, her gullet accustomed itself to the thickness of his lubricating glans, and little by little she fitted the thick length into her throat.
Now it was Juan's turn to feel his head spin. He had been sucked off by more than a few girls, but this was the first person to achieve such depth. He felt his steaming cock being sucked all the way in until her lips not only ringed the hairy base, but actually touched his balls. When her tongue licked out, he could feel the pressure on his scrotum. The ring of her gullet tightly gripped his shuddering dome, compounding the delightful ache in his shuddering cock.
Annette felt his tongue licking in and out of her burning pussy, and her slender, white thighs closed around his head, forcing it to stay in place as his tongue continued moving in and out. She could feel his nose moving back and forth through her outer lips, while tongue and lips sucked and lapped as if he intended to literally eat the flesh of her steaming nookie. She felt his hands grip her small, round, perfect buttocks, squeezing tightly, yet with a certain gentleness. At one point she thought he was straining to pull her asscheeks apart, as Jules had attempted, earlier. Well two could play at that game. This time it was she who would wrench the gluteal flesh of buttocks apart. Her hands gripped the asscheeks above her face and she pulled, even as her mouth continued sucking strongly on the thick, hard cock moving through it. With her forefinger, she began prying into his tightly clenched asshole. Damn it all. Two could play very nicely at this. And as she tried forcing a finger into his anus, she rammed her head up higher, trying her best to suck his heavy balls into her mouth along with the weighty cock whose head was now totally buried in her esophagus. Balls? Hell! She wanted to eat all of him right up to his hairy pelvis.
Their mouthings became more and more furious as each pushed a forefinger into the other's tight asshole. Annette had a slight advantage, here. Jules, by forcing his cock into her ass, had widened her anal channel so the finger Juan now pressed into her didn't hurt in any way. The finger she pushed into Juan's tight rectum could have hurt him, but Juan had enough sense to keep his body relaxed.
Annette found Juan much more arousing than Jules, and where the latter had taken what seemed like forever to bring her any kind of satisfaction, the feelings with the Cuban boy came all too soon. Even as she bobbed her head up and down the entire length of his throbbing pole, she knew full well she was going to cum. The overpowering sensation built higher and higher in her body, making her tighten and stiffen, and as a result, her mouth put even more pressure on the working cock. Her sucking became more intense, and she could feel the throbbing begin in his vellicating cock, letting her know he was about to blast off.
"URRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" was all she could manage with the entire length of his plundering penis filling her mouth. She could barely breathe, and the sensation of her orgasm, brought about by his working tongue on her shuddering clitoris, was as overwhelming as the climax she had felt when he had fucked her.
She twisted and turned madly, in the wildest throes of orgasm, clutching his body tightly as she continued sucking wildly on his swollen cock. He had cum once, already, which meant there wouldn't be too much liquid, this time. Strangely, Annette realized she would miss the floods of semen. What she had once thought to be disgusting, she had now discovered to be delicious and wonderful. With Juan's cock buried to the hilt in her mouth she decided she would start going down on Aaron, as well. If anyone deserved to be the recipient of the benefits of her mouth, it was her own husband. He was as kind and as gentle as this boy whose throbbing whang pulsated so incessantly, she knew he was just about there.
"A A A A AIII IIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAA-AAIIIIIIIIIAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, and she felt the hot squirts of jism shoot straight down her throat, not even giving her an opportunity to taste the delicious hot flow. When she would have pulled part of his cock out of her mouth so she could taste any remnant of seed, he literally forced the entire length to remain as far into her seething depths as he could bury it, feeling the way her gullet tightly pressed around the corona, squeezing it, crushing it, adding to the already marvelous sensations he was feeling.
This time the penis shrank much too quickly and though her mouth tried sucking on it and enlarging it, Juan needed a rest. This meant Annette would have no more time for sporting. A look at the clock told her the children would be home in twenty minutes.
"I want to see you again," she told him, gasping as he finally removed his cock from her mouth and got to his feet.
"Isn't it dangerous to meet here?" he asked.
"You're right," she nodded. "But we have a Summer cabin not too long a ride from here. I can pick you up a block away from here, and we can drive up there next week."
"Okay," Juan nodded, happily. "You have a deal."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next week was a long one, for both Aaron and Annette. Annette had the desire to try out the things she'd learned with the two boys, on her husband. But the one thing that would have really turned Aaron on, the shaving of her pubic hair, was the one thing she wouldn't do. And so, no matter how she tried getting him interested in her, his penis would not respond.
Aaron felt more guilty than ever about it, thinking his sporting with Janice had really turned him' off his wife. He had cum one more time with her, the previous Saturday. And he had brought her to two additional culminations. When they had been driving back, Janice had looked downhearted, and Aaron had learned she'd believed he'd lost all respect for her. To prove such was not the case, Aaron had made her agree to meet with him at the same place the following Saturday. They would be able to drive out to the Summer house again and enjoy themselves. Janice had been elated by the idea he wanted to see her again, and her mood had abruptly changed.
Aaron wanted very much to meet with Janice. It wasn't that he didn't love his wife. It was simply something seemed to have gone out of their marriage. He hoped it was a temporary thing, but whatever it was, it kept his penis from becoming erect. He didn't have the courage to ask her to shave her pubic hair. After all, he had fucked her for a great many years after she stopped shaving it. It was only recently that his apparent impotence had emerged. How could he convince her it was something that had existed long before he stopped being able to raise an erection? God! What a quandary. He was perplexed.
When Saturday finally came around, Aaron once again pleaded work as an excuse for having to leave the house, and Annette, glad to have him gone, never thought to question it. Once she had seen the children and the girl watching them off to a triple feature, she put on a sexy, low-cut summer dress, despite it being late September. At one o'clock she drove to the corner where she found Juan waiting. He got into her Buick, and she headed out of the village, driving right past Jules, who, on his way to her house, never noticed her go by.
Unlike Aaron, she never thought to take a roundabout way to the Summer cabin, and though she started out almost an hour and a half after him, she arrived at the cabin less than a half hour later than he. Aaron's Pinto station wagon was parked at the rear of the cabin, and Annette parked her Buick off to the side, not seeing the Pinto.
The moment she and Juan got out of the car, she sensed something was wrong. And then she realized the cabin window shades had been slightly raised. When they left the cabin, nearly a month earlier, she had pulled the shades all the way down.
The ground around the cabin was hard dirt, and their feet made no noise as they walked to the front door. Apprehensively, she unlocked the door and peered in. There was no one in the cabin's main room. Juan walked in behind her, silently shutting the door.
"Listen!" she whispered, putting a hand on his shoulder.
The two of them remained rooted, straining their ears, hearing what sounded like far-off, muffled sighs. With her fingertips pressing against her lips, she tiptoed toward the closed door of the master bedroom. Juan followed close behind her. Reaching the door, she silently turned the knob and eased the door open just the littlest bit. What she saw caused the blood to drain from her face.
There, on the bed she and her husband had always shared, Aaron had his thick, hard cock pushing into what looked like the hairless quim of a little girl. He was fucking her with the kind of erection he could no longer offer her.
"It ... uhhhh ... didn't hurt ... ahhhh ... that much," Janice was saying, and Annette suddenly realized there were droplets of blood on the bed.
Her husband had just deflowered a little girl. He was fucking a girl so young, she had no hair under her arms or on her pelvis. The girl lay on her back, her thighs lewdly spread, and Aaron was between them, pounding away for all he was worth.
"Wow!" Juan whispered in a voice so low only Annette could hear it. "Look at the way that guy is fucking into Janice."
"That's my husband," Annette whispered back. "But do you know the girl?"
"She's a friend of my sister," Juan replied. "If my sister knew what Janice was doing, she'd stop being her friend. As it is, that Janice has such a sour puss most of the time, I'm surprised my sister has anything to do with her. But wow! Look at her go. She's terrific."
Annette felt a pang of jealousy, listening to the boy describe his opinion of the way her husband's fucking partner was reacting.
The past week had brought about a great change in Annette, and she had found herself looking forward to being unfaithful to her husband. Much as she loved Aaron, she felt she needed the adoration of this teenager who made love better most men. But that her husband should be unfaithful had been something totally unthinkable. Yet, here he was, fucking a very young girl with such verve, it made her angry. To think, he still had that passion for a hairless box. The thought actually angered her. Aaron just wasn't the type to philander. But then, she, Annette, hadn't been the type, either.
She felt betrayed. In fact, she felt insulted. He was doing to that little girl what he was totally incapable of doing with her. She was unprepared for this.
Tears filled her eyes, but they were tears of anger. The sight of the two entwined naked forms seemed to dance on the bed as if mocking her. She watched the way the long, tan pole of her husband's solid cock eased its way between the pouting labia of the young girl. And she could hear the girl saying, "Golly, Aaron. I love the way you fuck. I'll bet you're better at it than most males."
Annette wanted to charge in and accuse him to his face, but she didn't dare. Aaron, after getting over the initial shock of seeing her, would want to know what she was doing there, and there was no way she could hide Juan. God! It had been such a long time since she had seen Aaron's cock so solid and unbending. And what he was doing had painted a look of pure wanton lust on the face of the young girl. The baby-faced girl on the bed was bouncing wildly, letting her rubbery asscheeks spring off the creaking mattress again and again. Her asscheeks seemed to widely flare each time Aaron pushed his throbbing member into the infinite depths between the girl's thighs.
Yes, her husband had this passion for young girls still raging in him. This one barely had breasts. Hell! They were even smaller than Annette's own tits. Annette felt like walking in and telling the girl to put calamine lotion on them, and they would go away in the morning. The girl's upthrust nipples were rich, turgid chocolate, and not a soft brown like her own nipples and aureolae.
Aaron's hands were cupping Janice's asscheeks, enabling him to drive that much deeper into her. The young girl was purring with delight, and the sound made Annette even angrier. She didn't even notice Juan's hands touching her own buttocks, caressing the soft hills of her ass. All she knew was, Aaron, her husband, had found a female he believed to be more interesting than his own wife. And this wounded Annette's vanity.
When Juan's hands ran up her body to press against her breasts, her mind temporarily shut him out. But Juan, watching Annette's husband fucking into the doll of a girl he knew to be his younger sister's friend, had become excited and aroused so much he had to fondle the woman in front of him. Annette remained unfeeling, shocked by the discovery of her faithless husband. The terrible scene she was watching was angering her more with every passion second.
"Keep moving that way, Janice," Aaron was saying, his voice panting heavily. "Keep humping back, and you'll ... uhhh ... enjoy it ... ahhhhhh ... more."
"How old is she?" Annette asked Juan in a whisper.
"I'm not sure," Juan shrugged. "Twelve, maybe thirteen."
My God! Annette thought. She might not even be a teenager. How could Aaron sink so low? This was the business that kept him away from the house two Saturdays in a row. Angrily, she watched her husband's thick, unsoftening pole moving wantonly in and out of the hot, fuming center of the young girl. The perspiration on their bodies caused them to sound like clapping thunder each time their bellies came together. The speed at which he was fucking into her tight twat seemed to pick up momentum with each thrust.
"Hey, Mrs. Mendelson," Juan whispered. "We got no business being here. Let's go somewhere else."
His fingers heatedly caressed her breasts, but Annette didn't want to go. The sight of Aaron fucking such a young girl seemed to paralyze her, and she was oblivious to everything else.
"Jesus," Aaron was gasping. "I can't remember when I've had a sweet, shaven pussy like this."
Shaven? The girl wasn't shaven. Her pelvis was bare because her hair had yet to grow. Aaron really wanted a vagina without hair that badly. Maybe that was why he had started turning impotent. She had let her cunt hair grow more than twelve years ago, and now that she thought back on it, she realized he started becoming less and less ardent once her bush was fully grown.
"God!" Juan was whispering to her. "I feel really hot looking at all this. Come on, Mrs. Mendelson, let's go somewhere where you and I can ball up a storm."
Closing the bedroom door, Annette turned to Juan and asked, "Which do you like better, a clean-shaven vagina, or one with hair around it?"
"It's all the same to me," Juan told her.
"Shaving the hair doesn't change the inside at all."
"No it doesn't, but the sight of a clean-shaven pelvis seems to turn my husband on. Juan, before we do anything, would you like to shave my pubic hairs off?"
"If it'll make you more responsive," he agreed.
She led him to the bathroom where she removed her panties beneath her dress. Taking out some shaving cream and razor blades, she handed everything to Juan, then closed the commode and sat on it, vagina pushed forward.
Juan lathered her pelvis, then carefully used the Gillette twin-edged blade to shave off all her pubic hair. He was careful not to cut her. Afterward, he splashed some cold water on the area to close the pores.
"Now let's go find a motel," he suggested.
"Why?" she asked. "If my husband can use one bedroom, we can use the other one. He'll never even know we're in there."
"I don't know," Juan said, shaking his head.
"Well I do," she told him, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the bathroom.
She brought him straight into the children's bedroom, the one used by her sons, where two strong beds rested against opposite walls. Juan shut the door silently as Annette pointed "to the bed against the wall farthest from the master bedroom. When he moved over to where she was standing, she let him ease her onto the bed, making no sound. Annette's mind was still filled with the sight of her husband fucking the young girl. Although she had been able to accept her own infidelity, she found it difficult to accept his. She was almost totally unaware of Juan's hands opening her dress and slipping it off her body. Fastidious as always, he carefully folded it over the one chair in the room. Then he was down beside her, his fingers fumbling with the hooks of her bra. Her flat nipples shivered as the cool air touched them. Then he was tugging off her half-slip and her panties, along with her pantyhose and shoes. He had her completely naked before she was aware of what he had done.
Juan felt excitement mount in himself as he stared at Annette's perfect form. As far as he was concerned, Aaron was a fool. There was no doubt Annette's fully formed figure was superior to that of the growing Janice. True, Janice would fill out nicely with the passage of time, but at the moment her figure was too boyish. Passionate lust danced up and down his spine as he stared at Annette. Thinking of the way her husband had been so avidly fucking Janice made his throbbing erection feel even harder. He noticed she had a vacant look on her face, and realized she was stunned by what she had seen. But considering her own behavior, what could she have expected from her husband?
He sank to the bed again, caressing the soft, small mounds of her breasts, kneading the nipples with nis thumbs and fingers. Even as his lips kissed their way up and down her spine, he could still hardly believe the good fortune that had brought him together with this wonderful woman.
Turning on her back, he licked her nipples, making them grow and enlarge. When he was satisfied they were as long as they could grow, he allowed his mouth to lick its way down her belly, into her white, shaven crotch. His tongue lapped at the bare flesh, enjoying the taste of her body. She writhed, beginning to enjoy what he was doing to her. Then he licked his way up again, pressing his face between her breasts. He wanted her completely aware of him and what he was doing. He wanted more than a physical response. Her body would automatically respond, but he wanted her mind to be on what he was doing.
As Juan kissed her nipples, she became aware of the pressure of his thick cock, rubbing into her shaved pubis, and it made her spread her thighs even wider apart.
"Take off your own clothes," she whispered to him, letting him know her mind was where he wanted it.
Once more getting to his feet, Juan quickly undressed, then, as he was about to lay on top of Annette, she shifted, motioning for him to lie on his back. He lay down, and her body hovered over his, her spread-eagled crotch directly above his upstanding lance. She felt the way the flexing head seemed to move back and forth against her leaking crack, seeking the right area into which it could sink. When she thought it positioned correctly, she slowly lowered herself. She was wet inside, but not as drenched as she had been previous times, and the force of the thrusting phallus made her groan.
"UUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" she almost screamed, feeling the living spear of flesh slowly make its way into her.
"Damn, fuck hard," she snapped at Juan, letting herself slide down the rest of the way. And as she hit bottom, she yelped, "OOOOOOMMMPHH-HHHHH!"
Aaron was pounding hard into Janice's shivering pussy, and the pre-teenage girl was in a rapturous state of ecstasy. He had originally frightened her with all his talk of pain, but when he had thrust that fat cock of his into her waiting, quivering cunt, aside from the discomfort of having her vaginal walls widened, the only thing bothering her was a mild pinprick when he easily pushed through her yielding hymen. She loved every bit of the way he was filling and re-filling her tight cunt with his thick cock. Golly! It was almost as if her cunt had been made for the express purpose of holding his particular cock. His lust-swollen thickness moved deeper and deeper into the velvet infinity of her tender cunt, thrilling to the softness of the wet, pink depths. Her interior tunnel seemed to fit so tightly and deliciously around his thrusting cock, he couldn't get over the way he was enjoying being inside her.
"When I'm ... with you, I ... uhhhhhhh ... feel all ... grownup...." she gasped, wetly writhing beneath him.
Her shapely little ass banged against the mattress repeatedly, as Aaron's sperm-filled testicles whacked against her perineum and asscheeks, teasing the equally hairless hole of her ass.
Her soft, tender, pink flanges teased the sides of his thrusting pole as it moved between them, and his body trembled with overpowering want, unable to do anything quickly enough, now he was inside her. His body was covered with perspiration, and he was having a glorious time, pumping into her.
"UNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
The sound came right through the bedroom wall and reached his ears. Janice heard it too, and stopped moving.
"What was that?" she whispered.
"I don't know," he answered, "but I think we'd better go and find out."
Pulling out of Janice, much to her discomfort, he got up and opened the bedroom door. Peering out into the family room, he saw nothing, and was about to return to Janice when he heard, "OOOOOOOMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHH!" The sound had come from the next bedroom.
Motioning to Janice to remain where she was, he tiptoed out of the room, into the hallway. Opening the door to the next room, he peered in, and what he saw totally astounded him. He recognized Annette's slender, curvaceous nakedness immediately. He had no idea who the boy was, nor did he care. The mere idea that his wife was doing to him what he had been doing to her inflamed him. Watching the way she moved her tight cunt up and down the slick length of the boy's throbbing cock both angered and excited him.
Janice, seeing Aaron hadn't returned, got to her feet and stepped out of the room. She saw him staring into the other bedroom and immediately gasped, "Who is that?"
"That's my wife," Aaron told her.
"Golly, no wonder you went out looking for another female."
"No," Aaron told her, quietly. "I never went out really looking. You came to me, remember. And because I found you so irresistible, I willingly accepted the idea of fucking you. But somehow my wife either found out, or she just wasn't satisfied. Whatever her reason, she's putting goat's horns on me, and I don't like it."
"What are you going to do?" Janice asked.
"You'll see," he told her, then stepped into the room.
Juan was the first one aware of Aaron's presence as he walked over to the bed where Annette was blithely bouncing up and down on his stolid cock. Annette had her eyes closed for a moment, but when she opened them and saw the way Juan was staring, she turned her head and saw Aaron.
"Hi," she said, refusing to let his naked presence rattle her.
"Hi," Aaron replied, suddenly realizing he was not so much angry with his wife as aroused by the sight of her fucking another man.
"We saw you were having fun when we came, and didn't want to disturb you," Annette told him.
"That was thoughtful of you," Aaron nodded, moving behind her.
"Just what have you in mind?"
"Well, since you're already plugged in the front hole, I figured this was as good a time as any to finally get in the back way."
He pressed on her shoulders, keeping her cuntlips tightly locked around the base of Juan's throbbing cock. Then he pushed her forward, surprised she was offering no objection.
Janice, seeing what was happening, decided she wanted in on the fun, as well. But first she would have to wash the virgin blood out of her. So she ran to the bathroom, where she proceeded to use a washcloth on her thighs and anxious pussy.
Back in the bedroom, Aaron pressed the dome of his thick cock against his wife's tiny asshole star. Annette, realizing she was already impaled on Juan's thick member, knew it would be difficult for Aaron to fit himself in that way, and said, "Wait until I'm finished, Aaron. Not now. It will hurt."
"Perhaps it'll hurt you," Aaron told her, "but I can't see it hurting me."
The tight, wrinkled pucker of her rectum winked up at him as he pulled her asscheeks farther apart. Yes, he was definitely going to fuck that gorgeous hole this time. And the thought made his hard cock even harder. He wouldn't shrivel beforehand; not this time. This time he was going all the way.
Annette moaned, and Juan wanted to pull out of her, but Aaron stared at him, letting him know he wanted his wife precisely where she was. Juan looked at Annette and saw the pleading in her eyes, but knew there was nothing he could do about it.
Annette tried tensing her asscheeks together again, but Aaron's fingers firmly held them apart. He was going to fuck his wife's ass, and nothing and no one was going to stop him.
Janice, who had finished washing herself, came back into the room and stared anxiously at the proceedings. She could hear Aaron panting heavily at the sight of the tiny wrinkled hole.
Aaron moistened a forefinger with some sputum, then slowly pressed it against Annette's sphincter. He pushed at the interfolded muscle, applying pressure, and Annette gasped as she felt the contact. She lurched forward, trying to escape. True, Juan had put a finger into her the previous week, when he had fucked her, but that was all he had put into her. She knew Aaron, like Jules, intended ultimately inserting his hard cock. Even as she thought about this, he began pushing his finger into her tight orifice. There was no way to fight it, so she relaxed her muscles, and felt the finger sink in up to the first knuckle.
"Oooooooooooh!" she gasped, involuntarily tightening her buttocks. Her voice was almost pitiful as her asscheeks trapped Aaron's finger inside her.
"The longer you fight me, the longer this will take," he said in a calm voice. "You know when I set my mind to doing something, I do it. So I suggest you just relax and let me do what pleases me. Who knows? Maybe you'll like it, too."
Annette moaned again, but she saw her husband, for all his calm, fully intended fucking her ass while her tight pussy was still impaled on Juan's cock. Finally, she loosened her ass muscles, letting her cheeks open.
Aaron pushed his finger a little deeper into her, wiggling it around inside her, stretching the tight channel for the more momentous assault, soon to be launched. He was going to fill that tight little ass of hers, and after all these years he finally had her in a position where she had to submit.
Janice licked her lips, anxiously watching the way his other hand continued stroking his hard cock, preparing it for the insertion to come. She could see he was thrilled at the idea of impaling his wife's asshole.
Kneeling near him, she gripped his rod and began sucking on the head, getting it good and wet, and then she licked up and down the length of the entire shaft. Staring at the bulb point, she noted how large it looked when compared to the small entryway of his wife's anus. When her mouth finally came away from it, she saw the way he aimed it directly at the bulls-eye of that dark little opening.
Removing his finger, he pressed his thick cock-head against the narrow hole, widening the crack between her buttocks by pulling the cheeks farther apart. When the penile tip slipped a little, Janice, kneeling near Annette's ass, pipped the thick cock, and re-positioned it so it would fit in.
Aaron took a deep breath, then pressed the lower part of his body forward. He felt her asshole resist.
Juan was holding his breath. He didn't know what to do at this point. The best thing was to simply lay there and let whatever would happen, happen.
Annette was nervous and a little frightened. Although Aaron was not nearly as rough as Jules, he was terrifying her almost as much. She knew she was about to be skewered, and nothing would prevent it.
Janice stared in awe. This was one of the things Aaron had not tried with her, yet, and seeing him about to perform it on his wife made her a little envious. She realized Annette's tight pussy was packed with Juan's cock. She had recognized Juan immediately, and now looked at him in a new, more interesting light. She had no idea he was this interested in girls.
As she stared, still on her knees, she saw the pressuring cock push into the tight, constricting ring of her sphincter. Her ears heard Annette grunt as she pitched forward, her breasts pressing into Juan's chest as she tried to escape the pushing prod working its way into her anus.
Aaron felt the tiny stretching sphincter literally slip over the swollen head of his cock, like a fleshy condom, and clutch his glans tightly. He smiled, knowing he had breached her one defense, and slammed his hips forward again, sinking his hard cock halfway into her tight rectum.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... Goddddddd ... uhhhhhhhhh...." Annette gasped, feeling discomfort more than pain. The stretching Jules had given her asshole now stood her in good stead.
Her face was pressing against Juan's, and even as her mouth opened, her lips kissed his, involuntarily. Her thighs moved up and down on either side of Juan's loins as she struggled to escape any additional impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to yank themselves away from Aaron's unrelenting cock. But her desperate thrashing seemed to worsen the way his cock pierced her. With each frantic bounce of her body, not only, did she feel Juan's thick phallus move through her, but she felt her husband's long, weighty shaft push itself into her ass a bit more deeply.
"AAANNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!" she gasped, as her husband's thick cane finally gitted its full length into her tight ass. Her warm, elastic rectal channel tightly gripped him right to his root. She lay on Juan, spasmodically twitching for a few moments, then remained still to ease the discomfort, feeling her anal channel once again stretch around the thickness of the occupying cock. Each throb of his twitching cock only made her body pulsate that much more.
"Ahhhhhhhh ... you have a terrifically tight anus," Aaron told his wife.
He had an overpowering desire to start ramming the cock back and forth, but relaxed for a moment as his hands continued to roam over the smooth globes of her tiny ass. He had to admit, he enjoyed seeing her bent over this way, almost servile, with the moons of her buttocks so available to his fingers.
"Here we go," he gasped, and began slowly moving back and forth inside her anal tunnel.
His movement made her vaginal tunnel slide up and down around Juan's thrusting cock, and the boy thrilled to the pressure, feeling the way Aaron's hard cock pressed tightly against the thin membrance separating her rectal shaft from her vaginal tunnel. It made Annette's inner pussy feel all the tighter and enhanced the delicious sensations shooting into Juan's stolid penis.
"Ooooaaaaahhhhhhh!" Annette gasped, feeling the two members frictioning against each other with only a thin wall of delicate flesh separating them. She lay gasping between them, feeling strong thrills starting to flare up inside her body. She was the tender meat in a fucking sandwich, and she realized, this could be something enjoyable. All she had to do was relax and allow her mind to enjoy it.
Juan became more and more excited, and began raising and lowering his hips, thrusting madly into the crushing depths of her squeezing vagina. Aaron was stroking long and hard into the rubbery center of her anal interior, and soon he and Juan found themselves moving in rhythm. They buffeted Annette between them like a helpless foam-rubber doll. She was gasping and moaning continually, and she grunted a little as well, each time she was thrust down on Juan's length, and her soft breasts slammed into his bare chest.
Each time Aaron plugged his swollen phallus into her rectum, he slammed in a little harder. And each time she rose, then fell on Juan's powerful penis, she thought her pelvic bone would shatter from the force. The two thick staffs ploughed into her with unmerciful pressure.
Annette's hot cunt was creaming with the heavy oil she manufactured inside, and soon Juan's pulsing cock was sliding in and out of her at almost twice the speed of her husband's knifing prong. The oil seeping from the head of Aaron's hard cock lubricated her ass channel somewhat, but it wasn't nearly as oily as the sucking morass of her tight pussy. The naked, scalloped edges of her labia seemed to flower open each time she rose on the heavy staff, then turn in on themselves when she sank down. The same held true for the lip of her anus as Aaron slammed into it with wild, overpowering, demonic fury.
Little by little the discomfort was starting to disappear. A weird combination of thrusting pleasures began working their way through her two passageways, and now she began moving her own hips back and forth, relishing the dual plunging of the two phalluses. Aaron was fucking madly into her tight rectum, and Juan was slamming his pelvis ever upward, never seemingly able to drive his hard cock deep enough into her sucking vagina. His powerful strokes made the bedsprings creak out their protest as her tight pussy warmly welcomed his repeated lancings.
Now the two men began to stroke together, in together, out together, tugging their long, thick, hard, blood-swollen cocks out until only the bloated heads remained inserted, and then thrusting back all the way into her dual tightness. Annette's head, which had been pressed into Juan's shoulder, suddenly lifted in astonishment. She gasped, thrilled with each joint plunge, enjoying their tandem motion. Now she really felt like the filling in a sandwich as they pressed their bodies tightly against hers. She sobbed and cried out from the thrills she was receiving, never realizing how much two cocks could please her.
Janice, still kneeling, watching the way the two pricks moved in and out of Annette, felt jealous. She wanted to feel the two men inside her, as well.
Although Annette was leaning forward, she was sitting up a little, and Janice could see Juan's upper torso was free. She could no longer simply kneel there and watch the proceeding without becoming involved.
Getting to her feet, she moved to the head of the bed. Luckily, this bed had no headboard, and she was able to get onto the bed on her knees, facing toward Annette. She moved forward until her thighs bracketed Juan's face, and her sopping, washed-out cunt was directly over his mouth. Slowly she lowered her seething, anxious pussy onto Juan's lips, feeling him spear his tongue into the burning depths of her flaming passageway. At the same time, in order to keep her balance, she reached out and grabbed Annette's small, firm breasts, massaging the rich brown nipples. And Annette, seeing the hunger in the young girl's eyes, retaliated by pressing her palms against the almost flat chest of the girl and rubbing the heels of her hands against her nipples. Janice sighed, feeling the way Annette responded to her. And when Juan's tongue licked in and out of her hot cunt with lightning speed, she began shuddering her body back and forth, enjoying it all the more.
"Yes, yes, yes," Janice cried out, in the maddening throes of delighted ecstasy.
Juan was enjoying the taste of Janice's sweet, youthful box, feeling her outpouring juices flow into his mouth, as well as all around his mouth, onto his cheeks, down his neck, and even near his ears. His tongue scooped into her sweet pussy with the speed of an adder's forked tongue, dredging out all the heavy, viscous liquid her pussy had to offer. His hands gripped Annette's thighs tightly, moving her up and down on his spearing cock all the more quickly.
Now Annette could sympathize with Aaron a little. The young girl was helping him regain some of his lost youth, making him feel all the more virile. In the future, she would be more responsive to his needs, thereby helping herself, as well.
Annette's entire being had become a mass of shuddering lascivity as she churned and corkscrewed in a mad undulation. Her body spun in lustful abandonment. And her mind was all but drowned in the strong, overpowering thrills and delights as she madly trembled. Her hips and buttocks moved back and forth, trying to hold all of the two men into her at once. Her fingers gripped Janice's small nipples, pulling and squeezing them, as Janice's hands played with her breasts.
Janice bucked back and forth, mashing her hairless twat against Juan's sucking mouth, feeling tremulous shudders wrack her entire being. The boy's tongue was driving her insane with passion. His was only the second tongue to enter her vagina, but she could tell he knew how to eat an aching pussy. In his own way he was almost as good as Aaron, who, to her, would always be the master.
Juan sucked strongly, letting his reaming tongue delve up into the burning center of her tightness, and then slide out and lick against her swollen clit, making it vibrate all the more. His own hard cock continued thrusting up into the crushing closeness of Annette's now-hairless pussy, feeling the smooth flesh of her shaven pubis rub into his own hairy pelvis.
Aaron had never dreamed how much he would enjoy fucking his wife's ass. Had he tried this with another woman first, Annette would never have been able to put him off for fifteen years. God! He was going to fuck her ass, her mouth, and even her navel if it pleased him from now on.
Annette squeezed her vaginal muscles tightly together, and at the same time tightened her ass muscles. She wanted the total thrill of the two penises to remain overpowering for as long as they moved through her body. The crushing pressure was giving each of the two males ecstatic enjoyment, as well.
A marvelous, overpowering, thrilling sensation was beginning to build in her body, enlarging and swelling, and she felt something fantastic was about to totally overwhelm her. This was going to be bigger than any previous climax she had enjoyed.
"Aaahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, sighing in numbed delight as powerful blasts of rapturous wonder blistered their way through her body. The two lancing cocks seemed to be getting thicker and more wonderful than ever, and she didn't know how much longer she could remain balanced between them. Everything else in the world paled before the marvelous sensations pouring through every nerve in her body. Her orgasm was getting close, only it wasn't a single climax. This time it was a chain of orgasms; an entire series of strong crises building in two places at once.
"My God!" Aaron mumbled to Janice and Juan. "Look at the way my wife is moving. Have either of you ever seen anything as fantastic as she?"
Janice stared at the way Annette's shuddering, grinding body began twitching and spasming. Annette's mouth opened, and for a moment she looked too overwhelmed to say anything, and then she screamed a long, loud, " YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Climax after climax blasted through her vagina, one on top of another, and as each crested and began easing, a climax began blasting through her rectum. Soon she was alternating, feeling a vaginal summit being reached, after which an anal apex would hit her. With each backward thrust of her body she felt a new rectal orgasm, while with each forward thrust of her tight cunt she would feel a powerful vaginal blast. She was gasping, completely out of breath, wanting more and more climaxes, but knowing her body would never be able to stand them.
Unable to continue, Annette fell sideways, and the two penises pulled out of her. Both Aaron and Juan felt the keen loss.
Aaron reached out, grabbed Janice, and flung her onto the bed. Janice, unprepared for his move, struggled, but Juan, who was sitting up, grabbed her arms and pinned them over her head. Janice was excited. She was more than willing to accept what was about to happen to her, even though the two overbearing men were creating the illusion of raping her.
Aaron positioned himself between her thighs, and the bloated glans began wedging itself into her tight, dripping hole. He was determined to pick up where he had left off with her when Annette's moans had interrupted them. He paused, flexed his hips back, then shoved them forward, all but blasting into the tightness of Janice's girlish cunt. The thrill of his broad whang made Janice feel as if she were floating on a cloud of orgasmic delight. She knew her own satisfaction wasn't too far behind at this point. And feeling the fat cock buried all the way in her was the best way she could think of to cum. Aaron was working his hard prong from side to side as he pushed it in, intent on thrusting the entire length repeatedly into her squirming pussy. She felt the rubbery point of his phallus touch her cervical entrance, and realized there was nothing quite as wonderful as being fucked.
Now he slowly began tugging his thick meat back, listening to Janice's sighs, enjoying every sound, pleased he was once again able to deliver so much pleasure. His eyes glanced at his wife for a moment, and he saw her shaved cunt, and realized he would never again have to worry about going soft in the middle of a performance. He was a maestro with his cock, and he would prove to both females that beyond any shadow of a doubt he would always be able to function.
He reamed his hard cock in and out now, and loud sucking sounds came from the tight grip her vaginal walls had on the moving phallus. The more he sank his solid dong into her, the easier it moved. Janice was humping her ass up in unison with his strong, levering, downward strokes. Her inflamed cunt had fully adjusted to the heavy cock's meaty thickness. Her knees were gripping the sides of his body tightly, while she rotated to counter his own corkscrewing motion.
"Hey, you've got this chick hooked all the way," Juan told him. "She's really eating up the way you're slamming into her."
"Like it?" Aaron asked, smiling at Janice.
"Love it," she gasped, thrilling to the way in continued firing new delights into her body with each thrust.
He slammed his anxious hard-on into her simmering pussy as her strong, slender thighs now wrapped themselves around his body. Her feet were kicking his buns, and he was able to sense the shortness of one leg over the other as one heel kicked much higher than the other. Her sucking vagina squashed his throbbing cock, swallowing it in as far as it could go.
Aaron was leaning forward now, his mouth busy sucking on her nipples. It took all his willpower not to sink his teeth into them.
Annette, seeing how hard he was trying to bring his orgasm to fruition, knelt behind him, and. timing her movements to his thrusts, began licking his balls as he continued fucking into the young girl.
"Gee, I ... uhhhhh ... love it ... I love it...." Janice was gasping as Juan released her wrists.
Juan was kneeling near her head, and he was surprised to feel her hand reach out and grab his cock. She pulled and tugged on his phallus, forcing him to come closer to her mouth, but even as her hot lips surrounded his seething pike, she knew she was going to cum. There was no stopping the orgasm.
Her mouth sucked hard, pulling strongly on Juan's cock, just as her labia tugged on Aaron's thrusting phallus.
"I ... uhhhhh ... can't hold it," Aaron gasped, feeling his wife's licking tongue on his scrotum charge him up even more. "Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna ... EEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYAAA-AAHHHHHHHHH!"
He fired a heavy wad of blistering cream into her flaming pussy. The power of his orgasm seemed to ignite her own internal flame, and suddenly she felt herself reaching out for that inescapable sensation.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" was all she could manage with Juan's thick prong stuck halfway down her throat.
Her body twisted and turned, madly writhing as she felt spasm after spasm of wild orgasm blast through her. She lost all control of herself and almost bit Juan's throbbing penis. He managed to slide it out of her mouth just in time.
Aaron slid out of Janice's hot cunt, and spun her over on her belly. Juan, without waiting to be told what to do, pulled her up to her knees, parted her white asscheeks, and mercilessly slammed his throbbing cock into her tight, virginal anus. Had Janice not been so totally overwhelmed with her vaginal orgasm, she would have felt excruciating pain. She would have screamed long and loud, but the orgasms trammeling through her body continued making her spasm until the cock moving in her ass no longer caused pain, but unutterable delight. She could feel a new passionate thrill mounting in her rectum, and she could tell it would be the equal of the one she had just enjoyed in her vagina. And then it hit. This time she did not endure the delight silently, but screamed a loud, " YIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE AAAAAHHHHHH!"
And before she could get over the wonderful thrills zipping through her body, she felt heated blasts of sperm suddenly jet through her as she heard Juan bellow, " AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
He fired and fired and fired, until his "gun" was empty and shrunken to almost nothing. Then, and only then did he pull out.
And then, all the four of them could do was lie side by side, two to a bed, and fall asleep, Aaron holding Annette, and Juan clutching Janice.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Monday morning found Aaron and Annette Mendelson in their bedroom making passionate love. His erection held through two solid orgasms, both shooting strongly into his wife: one in her sweet mouth, and the other in her fiery vagina. He resolved to let loose with a third barrage when he came home, that evening.
After breakfast, Aaron hurried off to work while Annette cleaned the house. Both had resolved to call an end to their extra-marital sex after discovering how much they could enjoy each other. But as the morning wore on, Annette felt herself becoming restless, and Aaron found himself pining to enjoy Janice again. Unfortunately for them both, Janice and Juan had decided to go steady, and there was no way on earth either of them would be of any use to the Mendelsons.
At noontime, Aaron took his lunch to the fence separating his company from the schoolyard, next door. There, he saw a pretty brunette sitting by herself, refusing to join in with the other girls at play. This one was even smaller than Janice, though he could tell she was approximately the same age. Her physical development was slightly superior to that of Janice, though her breasts were no larger than those of his wife.
"Hi," he greeted through the fence. "What's wrong?"
The girl, a pretty girl with long, black hair, turned to look at him, and smiled. She said, "I was excluded from a sex hygiene class today because everyone thinks I'm too young. Do you think I'm too young?"
"Not at all," Aaron replied. "Maybe I can be of some assistance."
It was three o'clock in the afternoon when the doorbell rang in the Mendelson home. Annette opened the door, and there was Jules.
"Well hi there," he greeted. "I stopped by the other day, but nobody was home."
"What a shame," Annette smiled, standing back and inviting him in.
"Where are the kids?" he asked, coming in.
"Oh they're around," she told him. "But they won't be around this Saturday. Why don't you come back then."
"You won't stand me up, will you?"
"Of course not. Oh, and if you can, why don't you bring along another friend. I kind of like your friends."
"Yeah, well the last time I did that, I think my 'friend' managed to find his way back here without me, later on."
"Well then," she smiled, "instead of bringing him here, why not wait for me two blocks away from here. I can pick the two of you up in my car and take you both to this delightful little summer place of mine."
Jules agreed, and left. And as he walked out the door, she said, quietly, "I'm sorry, Aaron. I really am. But having two penises is like eating meat. Once you've gotten a taste of it, you can't go back to milk, or in this case, to one penis."
It was going to be a pleasure emasculating Jules. This time she knew she would be the one in control. And she was certain he had a lot of other friends she could get to know.
