There's nobody quite as dangerous as a rebellious teenage girl who feels she's been unjustly accused of misconduct and decides to take revenge on her accuser. Add cunning and a strain of bad seed, and you have a treacherous character rife with revenge and hatred. Anything can happen.
Terri Henderson, after spending one week with her sister-in-law whom she considers to be an uptight female, finds herself being wrongly accused of actions which chance prove her hypocritical sister-in-law guilty of: the heinous crime of deflowering an eleven year-old boy. Anger sparked, she plots revenge. To reveal her sister-in-law to the small neighborhood for being the child molester she is, becomes her raging desire.
What follows is an emotional drama of vindicated revenge and foul play that leads to a thrilling unraveling of lustful hate.
THE TEENAGER'S REVENGE is another of Edward Mitchell's novels of a woman caught between the decency of married life and the dark, secret desires of the female flesh. They battle one another until circumstances take the fore and determine the fated outcome. The agony of the mind, the purging of inhibition and the cleansing of the soul are all steps to freedom for our heroine . . . and the price is dear.
CHAPTER ONE
From the moment she received the letter from her in-laws, Jean had frowned upon the idea of her sixteen-year-old sister-in-law's planned two week stay with she and Ralph. To be responsible for the welfare of a girl like Terri, prematurely wizened in the ways of the world and hankering for that certain kind of excitation that youthful idealism falls prey to, would be the albatross around Jean's neck. And God knows, she had enough to do with Ralph away at the National High School Athletic Coaches Convention in Detroit, leaving her responsible for the athletic sports shop store they owned. Supervising the incoming shipments and keeping an eye on little boys with empty pockets and itchy fingers was too much work for one person.
Had Terri been a boy the situation would have been ideal. But Terri was far from sporting male hormones. Whew! Jean recalled with a quiver of anger how at their wedding, she had caught Terri dressed in yellow chiffon, looking like an angel with her fair youth full freckled skin and brown waves tickling down her back-smoking a joint in the church's ladies rest room. The audacity! The disrespect! Why it was abominable the way the girl carried on, flaunting her naked, up-thrust breasts beneath skimpy T-shirts and sneaking a cigarette now and then.
And Ralph had laughed it off, thinking his little sister's behavior cute and rebellious. But that was her Ralph-a composite of unexpected opposites, headstrong, mulish, and totally unpredictable. And of course her opinion meant nothing. What did she know? She was only a female.. . .
Maybe Ralph thought Terri's stay would bridge the chasm between the two women. Indeed, affections between the blonde-haired wife and the chestnut tressed sixteen-year-old were wide and void as the Grand Canyon.
There was usually a method to Ralph's madness, and as his wife it was her desire to make him happy. In this case it had been to accept Terri for two weeks, pretending to smile through the horrors of watching the girl swish her sexy hips around the store and smoke cigarettes in spite of the signs.
But now, as Jean took inventory of the new shipment of Addidas and Pumas, squatting down on her haunches servilely, she wished bitterly that Ralph could have seen his cute little sister the way she'd looked a couple of hours ago! Maybe that would rip his blinders off!
Oh, Lord, life was so complicated sometimes. As if she didn't have enough to torment her, following the biting quarrel she and Ralph had over the 'usual thing' before he left for the airport, Jean had flitted through the house looking for Terri to open the shop for her. Ralph coached junior league baseball in the summer and Jean would have to replace him at practice for two weeks. The beauty of the sun splattered morning barely registered in her mind that day, with the aching lump in her throat and choked down tears. And it all turned black when she approached her sister-in-law's door left temptingly ajar to smell the sweet heaviness of marijuana smoke billowing into the hallway. That lack of discretion again.. . .
The blue-eyed blonde wife resisted the urge to kick the door open and rip the joint from the girl's hands. To make certain her nose wasn't deceiving her, she peeked around the door. Jean's expression went tight with disapproval, for the joint winding blue trails into the air was only half of the chestnut haired, brown eyed teenager's sins.
There she sat propped up near the headboard in all of her sensuous, queen-like glory, braless and wearing a sheer wisp of black nylon bikini panties that looked like a Fredericks of Hollywood special! Her tanned, shapely legs were tucked underneath her, spread wide apart while her finger slipped beneath the tiny crotch band, soaked with juices, to plunge in and out of the hairy vee of her loins. Now and then one hand would steal up to tweak at her nipples and knead a breast while the other held the smoldering joint. Before her was an open magazine, glossy and suspicious looking. Then Jean's lower jaw about dropped to her knees when she noticed it was that nasty Playgirl Magazine featuring male nudes!
For a long moment Jean was so shocked by the lewdness of it all that she could only stand there staring at the lust-provoking sight, listening to her young sister-in-law giggle and puff on her joint, holding the potent smoke into her lungs and then exhuming it. The intake of breath made the girl's nakedly exposed young breasts blossom in their full up-thrusting firmness. But more sordid than that was the way she crooned over the glossies of naked men, the hunger with which she smoked on that joint.. . as if it were a man's thing in her mouth!
Jean couldn't take another second of this travesty!
With her knee she banged open the door and charged into the room, nostrils flaring stentoriously. "My God, girl, what are you doing in my house?" she had spat. "Oh, you are a disgusting one, aren't you?"
"Oh dear . . . I thought you were . . . at. . . the air-" the nearly naked teenager burst, bolting to her feet. "I . . . I'm.. . . "
"Don't try to sweet talk me, you little hussy! I saw it with my own eyes," hissed Jean. "Look at you . . . wearing those sluttish panties and smoking that dope. You're not a lady . . . you're a whore. Oh, I wish your brother could see you now!" Jean's face was tight with heated emotion.
"Jean . . . please!" the erotically svelte girl gasped, tossing the still smoldering joint into the ashtray and stubbing it out with nervous fingers, then burying her pretty angel face in her hands, her mid-back length, chestnut hair almost hiding her face and arms in shimmering waves. Quiveringly, her naked young breasts responded with rippling spasms to the sudden sobs escaping her, and then she turned, throwing herself onto the bed face down, her smooth, curved body racking convulsively with the noisy weeping heaving from it.
Jean's emotions were a roiling mass of un-certitude at that moment, anger and shock had been so ripe within her. But there had been a strong sensation of incredulous sensual arousal and a tinge of jealousy, too, at the girl's sexual ease. The sight and vibrance of the teenager's unblemished and sun-roasted nakedness . . . or almost nakedness, for she could see the flared roundness of Terri's bikini-whitened hips and buttocks peaking out around the thin black nylon panties and the tuft of chestnut pubic curls kinking about the crotch band. Subconscious and hidden as it was, there occurred a feverish stirring inside of Jean, but she had forced it down like so much castor oil.
"Go ahead and cry . . . I would too!" spat
Jean, grinding the dirt into the girl's face. Vehemently, she watched the girl's tapered bronzed back shake with despair. Then to add a punch to her accusations, her polished fingertips snatched up the magazine and two widened eyes stared at the male nudity of a well-endowed Nordic male stretched out on a sailboat, head thrown back, face drinking up the sunshine while between his legs a long, thrusting pole of male flesh centered itself in the picture. A tingle of shame rippled through Jean's loins and she threw the magazine back down on the bed. "That is disgusting, utterly disgusting! You mean to tell me you like looking at pictures of naked men with their-their things wagging before your face so that you can stick your fingers up your-Oh!"
The room fell silent, save for the hissing of air breathing into Jean's nostrils that twitched still from the heady scent of marijuana still rife in the air. She began pacing about the room, her lithe arms crossed over her breasts. "I don't know if I should tell Ralph about this, or if I dare let you stay in my house another day. God, dear God, I should have known something like this would happen after I found you smoking a joint in church on our wedding day!" she snapped.
"Oh please . . . please don't," she sobbed, her voice muffled by the bed clothes. "I'm sorry . . . I'm ashamed of myself, but how much more can I do? If you want, I'll leave right away . . . but please, please don't tell Ralph!" The four-poster bed rocked from the pathetic sobs.
A strangely exhilarating feeling overcame Jean at that moment, perhaps it was born of the simple knowledge that she did not want to hurt Ralph. Or did she feel a bit of warmth for the teenage girl who lay prostrate and miserable on the bed before her, crying her eyes out and repenting before the damning eyes of her sister-in-law?
Now, as Jean counted the boxes of sporting shoes and sizes of each, she felt a surge of power over the young girl who was now ringing up a sale for a baseball at the counter. There had followed a long talk between them after her anger had cooled, while Terri lay there in her intoxicating tanned nakedness with the summer sun splashing through the window to fall over her heaving, rosebud tipped breasts. Forgivingly, Jean had clasped the girl's trembling hand, still sticky from earlier excesses, between her own, though she couldn't rid herself of the suspicion that Terri was laughing at her up her sleeve.
The talk was over and Jean felt no desire to discuss the matter further with the girl. She could hear Terri making small talk with Gordy Jackson, Ralph's prize pitcher, over the counter; they were giggling and talking in low whispers. Maybe Ralph was right; maybe Terri was more youthful rebellion than womanly wanton, and that must be the case if she could carry on a conversation with an eleven year old boy as she was now. Jean peeked around the corner of shoe boxes to see the T-shirted back of Gordy standing with his Yankees baseball cap perched on his head, the bill of which shaded his face, youthful and freckled. She had seen a lot of the boy since she and Ralph had opened the store.
The idea of opening a sporting goods store was Ralph's idea and the rewards of it delighted Jean. An athletic woman by nature and a lover of children, she relished the intimacy of watching the boys come in an ogle over the new selection of baseball bats or debate in pre-puberty high voices the advantages of one tennis racket over the other.
Jean, as well as her husband, was active in community action programs to help underprivileged children, and coaching the junior league team was but one facet of her concern for youth. Especially boys. One day she wanted a houseful of boys, but Ralph didn't want to rush things, since the income of a high school coach was meager. At twenty-five and twenty-six years of age, they had time to wait, claimed Ralph who encouraged his wife to supplement her natural maternal desire by offering guidance to local youth. Certainly, there were all too many love-starved, unfortunate little guys who might as well be orphans for the affection they received at home, with nowhere to turn but into the streets. The Chicago suburb in which they lived was a low income section of the county, industrialism its major source of revenue. Strikes were rampant in these days of recession.
Jean knew she would be totally lost without the sporting goods store and the baseball leagues, and it had been these time-consuming efforts, she realized all too well, which had helped ease her frustration with her own intimate relationship. Now Terri was here for her to worry about, and that changed the complexion of things.
The blonde haired, svelte bodied wife in her tennis shorts and hugging T-shirt shook her head as if trying to dispel the recurring lurid scene she had witnessed earlier in the young girl's bedroom. Indeed, she wondered if she it; would ever forget it, its mental reflections still causing feverish stirrings in the pit of her belly which she couldn't understand. A congested kind of fullness made her feel fuller for some reason, and she wondered if perhaps it was about that time of the month.
What a day it had been . . . starting with that awful argument with Ralph. God, that was getting to be a hackneyed subject matter. Sometimes men expected an awfully lot of the woman they shared a bed with. It wasn't as if she didn't have the desire to be a good lover. They'd tried every position, every method in the book, but nothing seemed to really do it for Jean. She would get just so close to orgasm and then it was like the premature bursting of a bubble gum bubble-leaving her sticky with Ralph's seed and none of her own energy spent. And some of the lewd perversions Ralph had suggested! Maybe his little sister would enjoy enacting such wicked performances, but Jean could not be that flippant about lovemaking. It was an act meant to procreate children, not replace television as entertainment.
Of course Ralph, the able bodied, brawny he-man would never admit that part of her frigidity was his trigger happy penis. It was her fault for not using the muscles God gave her, for not flaunting her ass and flirting with him, driving him to a titillated frenzy.
She had steamed at him, her eyes blurring with hot, angry tears of frustration. She couldn't let him egotistically heap all the blame onto her like that, and of course, one nasty remark had been returned with another hurting one . . . leading all the way back to the night of their honeymoon and the aborted lovemaking that had taken three days to consummate.
Now, as Jean crosshatched X's on the inventory sheet, she could still hear his biting last words ringing in her ears as he'd stormed out the door, grabbing his golf clubs and banging his way through to the garage. "Maybe my little sister can teach you a few lessons in being a woman!" he'd barked hurtfully, throwing open the car door, tossing himself into it, and spitting gravel on the driveway.
Jean had wanted to give in to tears. God, what a way to leave on a trip that would keep him away for days! And it was in that dark, sensitive mood that she'd gone looking for Terri. As she pranced down the hallway towards Terri's room, it had occurred to her that it might be both she and Ralph's fault. That she loved him with all her heart was a redundancy she needn't repeat to herself. And he loved her. It was simply that torturous spacer between them, and given time and a little patience.. . yes, maybe a stronger effort on her part, their sex life would produce happiness and children.
Enough thoughts for now. Jean flicked her wrist to read her digital wrist watch. It was nearly time for baseball practice to commence. Good . . . she could use some fresh air and a bit of youthful purity.
CHAPTER TWO
The baseball diamond adjacent to the high school sat a block away from the Henderson's elm-shaded backyard, a convenience coveted by Ralph's teaching comrades. Instead of having to waste gas money driving to school, he could walk, and it provided Jean with a jogging track.
Now, with the sun shining on her T-shirted back, her breasts bounced happily, Addidas gently slapping on the warming cement, Jean jogged to the baseball diamond where the little league should be warming up in practice. This feeling of running, of pushing her body to its physical limits, always helped simmer down mental frustration and her mood lightened along with her sprint under the splash of shade to the field beyond.
Reaching the outskirts of the diamond, she stopped to catch her breath and survey the emerald green patch where the cry and laughter of small boys practicing their sport hit her ears. Often she would accompany Ralph for practice, just to see their devilish young faces when they were unaware of being eyed; and playing spectator somehow helped to relieve the growing empty feeling she had begun to feel more intensely these passing days. A cancer born woman astrologically influenced by the sensitive moodiness of the moon's pull, she guessed she'd been born to be a mother . . . and perhaps now, a baby was exactly what then marriage needed but there seemed to be no way of convincing Ralph of that.
Jean's silent Addidas slapped on the concrete sidewalk circling the old bandstand that had been resurrected by the town as a landmark. Actually it was a functional edifice, housing the popcorn stand and the men's and ladies' room to the side. The old structure held a certain charm, with its old porcelain drinking fountain that was perpetually wadded up with gum.
She stopped in mid-sprint now to take a long drink of the icy water when she noticed the familiar Yankees baseball cap and yellow T-shirt of Gordy standing in the dank interior of the men's room a glance away. From his shadowed profile she caught a glimpse of his naked little buttocks.
Now why would he have his pants down if he were urinating, wondered Jean, feeling her cheeks flush for entertaining such intimate thoughts. Out of curiosity, she tiptoed to the doorway and noticed with horror the action of his pumping fist. God, was her whole world turning upside down? What was happening to youth? First Terri (whom she could expect such indecencies of) and now little Gordy!
In stunned fascination, Jean suddenly felt immobile, momentarily unable to react except for standing there and gaping at the unbelievable sight of the eleven-year-old working at his naked, boyish loins. Though it could only have been a matter of seconds that she stood rooted, anger and repulsion were beginning to work on her brain and she sensed the same excited weeping beginning to dampen her panties under the coolness of her jogging shorts.
Swallowing tightly, the infused young wife swung wide the door, her confused mind emotionally racing in a combination of maternal anger and unrestrainable feminine arousal. Certainly this boy must be chided for his bad habits and must be made to understand that such perversities were best nipped in the bud. Perhaps if Terri had been reprimanded at an earlier age, she wouldn't have been displaying such lewdness at the onset of womanhood. Terri was beyond redemption, but maybe Gordy could be saved.
Her spinning brain was wildly advising, but she must do it with tact . . . not degradingly . . . mustn't frighten or shame him.
But Gordy was too engrossed with his lustful little hand and mind game to even hear her open the door, or stride up behind him.
"Gordy!" Jean throatily hissed, glaring with censuring eyes down at the shamefaced youth. "Stop doing that! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
In that instant Gordy's breakfast sausage erection went limp as the skin that encases it and he leapt back, his blonde head swiveling, his brilliant blue eyes gaping up in shocked astonishment at the set, stern features of the coach's wife.
"Ohhhhh . . . boy," he groaned, his freckle-splattered, stub-nosed face already beginning to flush into a tearful expression of horrified embarrassment. He stood sheepishly with the soft tube of flesh still clasped in his sweating palm. Instantly, he stuffed it into his shorts and pulled up his jeans in mortified desperation.
"I never would have expected such behavior out of you, Gordy. Really, of all the boys on the team I would never have expected-and in public, too." The curiously aroused and incensed coach's wife reproved, her eyes magnetically fixed on the vanishing length of his surprisingly thick boy-cock. "I don't know what to think. You know what Coach Henderson would think, though, don't you?" It was hardly an exaggerated statement coming from the thoroughly confused woman. God, just because it was spring time did all the young people have to act like animals?
The shamefaced boy groaned miserably, his eyes cast downward as he tugged at the obdurate zipper. "Man . . . I-I hope you won't tell the coach.. . . "
"Telling him isn't the solution to anything, Gordy. It's up to you to change your ways,"
Jean pressed, unable to shake the surge of almost obscene power and stimulation his lusty act was inciting within her. She had him in her power, this little boy, and it felt good to be in charge of a male for once. Ralph was always so darned strong-willed and unbendable. "Do you do this at home, too? My gosh, what if your mother or father would catch you? Do you know how that would hurt them?"
Gordy could do little more than groan in his humiliated discomfiture. What did she expect him to say? She'd caught him with his pants down, as it were. And the look in her eye-all flinty and deep. Her pupils were huge. He'd never seen the coach's wife looking like this before. The expression on her face was worse than Terri's when she'd caught him in the park the other day in the high weeds by the tennis courts where he'd been watching her bat the ball against the mesh fence, the panty line of her shorts doing wild things for his curious imagination. Still, he combated his guilt with the thought that he wasn't the only guy on the baseball team who played with himself.
"I'm talking to you, little man!" snapped Jean harshly down at him, perplexed by the sudden twinge of near-sadistic pleasure she was experiencing at the boy's tearful helplessness.
Gordy offered the woman a half-hearted, tense smile. "Wh-what do you want me to say, Mrs. Henderson? I'm sorry . . . and I won't do it again."
"Especially if you want to play in the big league, pitching," she droned on. "Do you think Vida Blue plays with himself before a game . . . or . . . or Reggie Jackson?" she tormented him, uncontrollable mental flashes of the stud-bodied professional baseball players pulling their pants down in the locker room to pull at their loins like the male glossy in Playgirl magazine had intimated he was about to, flickering excitedly in her brain. "You, of all Ralph's boys. Have you done this before?"
"N-No more than the other guys," he exclaimed defensively, hardly realizing that he was implicating his baseball team.
Jean's inner reaction to his incriminating confession sent tiny sensations of sensual excitation to burst within her roused belly like kernels of fried popcorn popping into savory morsels of fiery delight, feeding a hunger she never realized was part of her psyche! Suddenly a bridge between a boy and a man was being erected before her eyes. This was no helpless child standing before her. "You mean they all do it?"
"Oh gosh . . . I don't know. . . " he half-whined in tormented confusion, "I'm not feelin' so good right now."
"Is that so? Well, maybe I should take you home to your mother!" she threatened coldly, her irrepressible emotions causing her to blindly ignore that portion of her which had always been so compassionate. These new lust-infusing imps cavorting deep in her belly were getting the upper hand, and like a game of cards, she was ready to play them on the table. "And what do you think your mother would say?"
"Oh, Gosh, my mother would kill me!" he pleaded. "Please, Mrs. Henderson . . . I'll do anything, just don't tell my mother . . . please? Terri didn't. . . "
Again a foreign thrill charged over the rounded curves of the lovely blonde wife's shapely, well-trimmed body at the unquestionable slip of the tongue the flustered boy before her had just made. "Terri didn't what, Gordy?" she pressed, her throat suddenly tight. "Go on. . . " His eyes fell to the ground. "Are you telling me that Terri . . . Terri Henderson caught you doing this same thing? Oh God. . . " her voice went soft.
The tension of threatened exposure sent tears to pool in the boy's blue eyes, glistening in the darkness of the dank men's room. His eyes shot to the door, and Jean grabbed him by the arm to prevent that. There was a confession to be made, and if it involved Terri, it involved her, Jean. "Now tell me about what Terri has to do with this or I'll be forced to call your mother at work and-"
"No. . . . "
"Tell me . . . did you give Terri something to keep your secret?"
"S-sort of," he whimpered, his young voice barely audible.
"What? I want to know what she's been up to." Those devils cavorting in her loins again.. .
"I.. . I did something for her. . . but that's all there was to it," he tearfully implored. "It's our secret."
Suspicion ran rampant in Jean's brain. If Terri was involved in something it had to smack of indecency and black secrets. Subconsciously, she sensed the increased warm wetness seeping from the soft heated flesh of her sheer panties saturated with cuntal moisture. She could feel the snugly hugging wisp of nylon damply brushing between her smooth, full thighs and against the curl-fringed lips of her curiously incited pussy. God . . . what was happening to her? But no . . . she didn't want to know the basis for these strange fluttering in her female body.
She released a long, methodical sigh, as if making some grave, judicial decision. Finally she said in an even voice, despite the sheen of perspiration on her forehead and the tingling between her legs: "I don't want to hurt you, Gordy. But after what you've said about the other boys and Terri.. . " She shook her head accusingly and tutted. "At least you could have been more discreet . . . I guess maybe that bothers me more than anything about this." She paused there, hoping her softened tone and compassionate words would have an effect on the shaking eleven year old, the shocked expression on his boyish features advising her of the agony of hope boiling in his taut, little body. "I want you to know that I am your friend, Gordy . . . far more so than Terri could ever be and that we, too, can share secrets between us. Does that sound good to you?"
"Yeah!" He nodded in relief.
She offered him an crooked grin. Then, lowering her voice, she said: "All right.. . I promise to keep your promise.. . "
Gordy broke into a slow grin, rubbing at his freckled, sniffling nose with the back of a shaking hand. "If you do . . . I'll do anything you say. Honest . . . Scouts honor!"
"Sounds good," she warmly whispered, squeezing his arm in an affectionate gesture. God, how she wanted to grab that sweet boy body and press it to her bosom! "Now let's go practice and afterwards you can come back to the shop with me and tell me about what happened between you and Terri. You know the coach has his secret sauna back there by the store room and we can sit there and talk."
For a long moment, she stared into frightened rabbit eyes indicating he was experiencing a powerful inner struggle. Sensing it, Jean ran her respectably polished fingers through his sandy hair. He looked up at her, his dark eyes reflecting the conflicting emotions roiling within. "Okay . . . but it is a secret."
CHAPTER THREE
Jean's cheeks were flushed, and it wasn't from jogging, thought Terri. All the same, the young brunette turned on her humble pie sweetness and nodded attentively to the instructions her big brother's wife laid out in her crisp fashion.
"Don't leave the shop, even if it's to buy a pack of cigarettes," she added curtly. "Finish the inventory on the shoes. I'm going back to the sauna for a few minutes. You got that?"
"Yes, Jean," she replied, shooting her sister-in-law her most convincing smile of compliance, though she couldn't help the tiny knot of uneasiness in the pit of her belly. She had seen Gordy walking Jean back to the sports shop and the look on his face was no less confused than when she'd caught him playing boy-cock games in the weeds while she batted a few tennis balls around the court in solo. Though he'd sworn by his life's blood that he'd keep their secret if she promised not to tell the coach on him, she wondered if the little squirt's blood hadn't thinned to water.
In this dumpy town you had to take what you could get, and a girl accustomed to the carnal selection offered by Chicago's big town sophistication, could get awfully bored. She never thought she'd have to resort to Playgirl magazine to get her juices flowing . . . much less what happened yesterday.
Damn, she cursed inwardly after Jean had haughtily tripped out, watching the hung-up blonde's full rounded buttocks swaying beneath her tight running shorts. With all her luscious bumps and curves, she had nothing going for her in the sack. In the week that Terri had been there, not once had she seen Jean put on a lusty show worthy of a wife-no lingerie, no mouth action. And she ought to know, having spent night after night with her eye to the old fashioned key hole. Of course brother Ralph was no stud prize either, the way he mamby pambied around the bedroom. Especially this morning-boy, that was one for 'Rippley's Belief It Or Not!'
But that was a closed case at the moment. If somehow Jean did find out what had happened between Gordy and herself (and Jean had a geiger counter nose when it came to sniffing out rich gossip) things might get a little testy around the sports shop, to say nothing of what brother Ralph might say to their parents! Dammit, if she were only of age, she would tell them all to go to hell and move to Los Angeles and be free of this small town bullshit. But, she was trapped here in this boring town. Only one thing was keeping her spirits from the pits: Tod Baker. Wow, what a hunk of male meat! She had only to think of him and tingles just wound around her goose bumped spine.
The curvy teenager glanced at the fat-faced clock on the wall. Tod promised to drop in a little later. Well, maybe he'd bring a joint or two and a can of beer to slice the boredom. Tod had been around the country hitchhiking and she loved to hear his stories about being free and out on the road and crashing in LA and snorting cocaine in San Francisco-all the things she craved to do the minute she grabbed her high school diploma from her father, the school superintendent's, hand.
But she hoped he wouldn't bring that retard Otis along with him. The guy was a slobbery oof, always trailing after Tod. And how could she reach the zenith with that creep around? Damn . . . nothing was going right today. First Jean screaming and yelling about her blowing a little pot and sticking her finger up her pussy. Was that so bad? Christ, you would've thought she'd blown the local pastor by the way Jean had come down on her.
Well, to hell with it! She'd better get counting those shoe boxes and hope that Gordy didn't unwind his tongue. And dammit, Jean, I used to like you. . . but I'm going to get even with you for making my life miserable!
Then Terri's vindictive thoughts faded as she looked out the plate-glass store window with Henderson's Sporting Goods scrawled in red letters and saw the long-haired, mustached Tod taking long strides across the street. Tod-man, what a stud! His Nordic blonde hair reminded her of the centerfold from Playgirl Magazine and that set her imagination a stir. As he walked, her eyes riveted on the bulging vee of his loins and a tingle of expectancy rippled through Terri's ripe body.
* * *
In the back storage room where boxes of merchandise were piled high against the walls and a Coke machine sat nearby, Jean reached into her jogging shorts pocket for change and slipped them into the machine. Next to her Gordy sat on a Wilson rackets box, his hands folded in his lap, cheeks flushed with uncertainty.
Jean was in a heady state. She refused to think. Whatever was happening it was exotically breathtaking, and she wanted to savor the feeling, the lewd deliciousness of ripe curiosity.
"Dr. Pepper or Coke, Gordy?"
"I'll have a Dr. Pepper, Ma'am. . . " came the small voice. Inside, he knew that no guy had ever gotten himself in the bag more than he was now. Having secrets with the coach's wife was okay, and man, she always smelled so nice . . . but he had promised Terri. . . and he really hadn't minded doing it to her.. . but telling on the team, that was sticky business.
"Here we go, darling," said Jean, handing him a freezing can of Dr. Pepper. "I think we'd better go into the sauna room . . . so
Terri can't hear what we're talking about. Come on . . . follow me."
He did, looking around the small, wood-paneled room that smelled of moist wood. He sat down on the long wooden plank next to the coach's wife.
"Don't be nervous," she said softly, feeling that maternal desire to have a child entrust her.
"I'm not nervous," he half-blurted.
"I want you to understand that I'm doing this for your good and for the team's, Gordy. If I'm going to help coach you, I have to know you boys' interests and what's important to you. We've all got to work together if we're going to have a good summer season, don't you agree?"
Her reasoning was irrefutable.
Gordy sighed deeply, feeling rather claustrophobic in the tiny room with just the glass window for distraction, and that looked out into the storeroom. "Well.. . well.. . all of the guys do it once in a while. . . " He dared not look at her as he spoke.
In her mind, Jean envisioned the biggest of the team's young stallions, two years older than the young innocent darling she was holding snugly against her hip and thigh, his smooth flushed cheek nearly touching the firm rounded mound of her full breast. "And . . . what does he do?"
"He.. . he plays with it. Sometimes he gets dirty pictures and looks at 'em while he's doing it."
"Pictures. . . ? How strange."
"Sometimes he imagines that he's putting it inside the girl in the magazine and closes his eyes and tries to feel it."
"S-sticks it in . . . where?" Jean probed, holding his youthful body even tighter against her until his cheek actually pressed against the yielding swell of her tingling breasts. She sensed that warm flow of moisture between her legs growing more profuse and she couldn't resist squeezing her thighs together in a heated massage.
"In . . . in her cunt!" he finally gasped, the sound of the lewd four-letter word that Terri had taught him coming from his young lips acting like a tiny torch in Jean's belly.
"Then.. . " Jean tried to sound bored, but her rasping voice belied that falsehood.
Gordy twisted his head to look up at his coach's wife in wonderment. "Then he pretends he's fucking her."
"He . . . pretends he's fucking her.. . ? " she hissed, the need to repeat the lewd word uncontrollable. "Now about Terri.. . " Jean quickly inquired, setting her drink back onto the plank beside her and bringing her free hand down to rest on his young denim-clad thigh, where slowly she began to smooth in gentle little caresses. "Tell me what happened with Terri.. . "
Again Gordy hesitated, wanting more than anything to keep his promise to the girl who had let him do it to her until she shivered and jerked ail over, whimpering right out as if she were going to blow her mind.
"Tell me!" the feverishly excited wife demanded, the feel of his tender thigh beneath her hand and the conformity of his boyish frame pressed tight against her hip and breast causing unknown sensations to ripple madly through her. "Did . . . did you stick it into her?" she hissed.
Gordy's sandy hair tossed in an emphatic negative, his pale blue eyes still fixed on her flushed, pretty face. Damn, his cheek was resting against her tit. . . so big and soft and he could feel her heart beating! Man . . . oops! It was happening down there between his legs again! "I. . . she showed me how and.. . I licked it for her!" he blurted shamefaced.
"M-My God!" Jean's hand flew to her heart, his confession increasing the rampant thrills racing through her until she was trembling all over. "Y-you licked her where, darling? Between her legs? Tell me?"
"Yes. . . her pussy, she called it!" he added, dry-mouthed now as he felt the woman's hand still smoothing over his legs . . . and moving closer to his stiffening young penis.
"The little slut!" Jean was lust-struck . . . and envious. How dare her young sister-in-law, a single woman, have more sexual freedom than she, a married woman? The thought made her sizzle. And to take liberties to whom she had nearly helped raise? That maddening query sent delicious tremors rippling through her vibrantly quivering young body. "And you . . . did you like doing it for her, Gordy?"
He swallowed. "I-didn't mind, Mrs. Henderson."
'Was it. . . fun.. . I mean seeing her.. . her vagina right up close like that and . . . and putting your tongue in it?" Jean questioned. "Would you do the same for me?" she said before she could check her desires, then suddenly bent down to kiss his smooth cheek, while her stroking hand moved hotly over his body until her fingers bumped against his young boy-cock inside his threadbare jeans. My Lord, it was hard! "Tell Jean everything. . . "
"Well," he started. "It was fun . . . and I guess I'd do it for you if you asked me to . . . but she didn't do it to me," he managed, the contact of the coach's wife's warm hand right over his bulging, tingling hardness sending crazy feelings buzzing through him.
"N-Next time we did it, she said she would do it for me. . . "
Jean's eyes slitted. Terri was beating her to the punch . . . whatever that punch was, and Jean didn't care for that one bit. The feel of his hard young penis beneath her exploring hand and fingers was beginning to get the better of her senses. God, she had never behaved so suggestively with anyone-including dear Ralph. Something was compelling her, egging her on, and whether it was subconscious competition for this boy's affections or a maternal instinct gone awry, didn't matter. The act was important.
Gordy's mind was running amuck with a mixture of happiness and apprehension. He hadn't even felt this churned up when Terri, laying naked in the bushes by the tennis courts, had threatened to tell the Hendersons if he didn't comply to her demands. And Mrs. Henderson was so pretty, and just the soapy smell of her made him horny. But crap, she was holding his throbbing cock right in her hand! Terri had scared the hell out of him, though he'd really like it once he had taken her panties off and pushed his curious face up to the dark, hair-covered hole and slipped his tongue in for an appetizer! And if he showed Mrs. Henderson how he did it, she'd have to take her shorts off and her panties too. . .
"Do you want to, Gordy? You know that as the coach's wife I'm responsible for you," she was saying as she held him so tight he could barely catch a breath, while all the time she kept feeling and gently stroking his hardened cock through his tight blue jeans. Damn, how he wished he could cum like the other boys. They always seemed to like that part best, but always ended up with his guts hurting.
"Huh, Gordy?"
"I-I don't mind. . . "
Jean chuckled. "Mind? Want is what we're talking about. You have to want it!"
"Sure.. . " he shrugged. "You'll have to take your clothes off," he said, looking down and catching sight of her soft white hand fondling and rubbing his rod of flesh until he was afraid he might urinate in his pants.
"As I said . . . I'm sort of a teacher to you, and if you're going to learn about these things, you must learn them from the right person. Terri is not a good teacher."
To assure him of her sincerity, she kissed him, but this time twisting his young freckled face upward until her lush, moistened lips found his, her tiny tongue slipping through to tickle his mouth. At the same time she squeezed and stroked his boyish hardness bulging in the front of his jeans, the memory of its sizable length and thickness still vivid in her mind. She let go of him then and stood up, reaching for the door and slamming it shut.
"Now show me how you did it to Terri," she quickly requested, still feeling the need for a mental crutch with this boy. "Stand up and take your jeans and shorts off.. . while I slip out of my shorts," she ordered huskily, watching intently as he got to his feet and unzipped his fly. The thought that it was so much easier with a boy entered her head; he was happy for what she could give him instead barking for something he was incapable of giving himself.
He was willing to give of himself, and that pleased Jean. God, she was more nervous than on her wedding night! She stood unmoving as he let his faded jeans slide down the young legs and then kicked them away. He looked up at her as if wondering why she wasn't doing her part, but her eyes were fixed on the tent his white cotton shorts made with his blood swollen erection poking straight out from boyish loins. She wondered fleetingly how Terri had gone about her job of seducing this young thing. One thing for certain: she would do her level best to beat the girl at her own game.
"Y-you want me to take your panties off, like I did for Terri?" she heard him ask.
So Tern had him take her panties off, huh? Her mind seethed.
"If it would please you, Gordy. Do everything you did with her-and more!" the frenzied wife burst, her sensually gleaming blue eyes still fastened on the front of his shorts. "But first. . . take yours out.. . so I can see your thing."
Gordy couldn't fathom the depths of the feelings going on inside him! As mind-blowing as it'd been with Terri, seeing and playing, then putting his tongue right up inside her cunt and making her cum once she'd told him where to tickle it, he just knew it couldn't be anything like it was going to be with this beautiful coach's wife.
Jean watched in fascination as the half-naked boy unabashedly pushed his shorts down, letting them drop to the floor of the sauna and exposing to her eager eyes the nakedly hardened length and thickness of his growing penis. He was proud that it was growing these days, and with all this female attention, why shouldn't it become educated in a man's world? Jean's eyes almost smarted as they gaped at its red-tipped beauty, the head still partially concealed inside the tender sleeve of its foreskin . . . and his tight swollen testicles below snuggled up against the wider stalk as if it were one big unit! Not more than a sprinkling of peach fuzz covered the soft leanness of his lower belly. Then he moved toward her, his stiffened penis waggling as he made that one step, and the sight of that erotic little pole coming towards her made Jean shiver. He leaned forward and she felt his young, warm hands moving up under T-shirt. God, he was rolling down her jogging shorts and taking her panties with it!
CHAPTER FOUR
Maybe it was stupid asking Tod to watch the store while she ran back to the bathroom to smoke the remains of the joint he'd given her, but Terri had to know if that little brat Gordy was ratting on her. That Tod could be trusted in front of an open till was a stupid supposition . . . but she wanted to get loaded.
Her soft buttocks rippled beneath the skinny pair of cigarette slim jeans she wore and a wolf whistle from behind her made her turn her head to toss her wild, chestnut hair flirtatiously. Exaggerating her slink, she disappeared into the backroom and entered the small employees bathroom next to the sauna. The sound of voices stopped her in mid-step; voices coming from the sauna.
Damn it, that little creep was spilling his guts, all right.
Curiously, Terri pulled over a box and climbed atop it, kneeling on her knees with her buttocks sticking out in the air, nose pressed to the glass window of the sauna.
"Holy shit!" she gasped, an impish smile breaking out over her angelic face. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she eyed Gordy tugging down Jean's wispy panties and standing right there with his naked little sausage sticking straight out as if it had come straight from the freezer. The kid was built for his age and size, but that was hardly important now, anymore than what the creep might have told big brother's wife. Oh, how she wished Ralphie boy could see his puritanical, uptight wife now.
* * *
"Gosh, this bench is awfully hard, Mrs. Henderson," Gordy's excited young voice came up to Jean as she stood there trembling the feel of his youthful hands actually rolling her bikini panties down over the curve of her hips and thighs while she hugged him tightly against her anxiously heaving breasts making her wildly stimulated brain reel. Why hadn't Ralph bothered to treat her this way? With him it was a grunted directive to strip naked . . . no fanfare, no ceremony.
"I know, Gordy . . . but we'll have to make do," she hissed, kissing him once more first and then feeling the hot tip of his young penis brushing between her lower thighs. The subtlety of the boy's movements, of his innocent expressions truly moved the coach's wife. Lord, she was about to do it with a young boy, but she couldn't contain the salacious feelings boiling in her body now if her life depended on it. Easing him down onto the bench in the sauna room, the trembling blonde coach's wife crawled forward and lay down on her back, her legs only slightly spread, the upper portion of her full white thighs still covered by the hem of her T-shirt.
"I want you to show me exactly what you did to Terri," she heard herself say.
Gordy pinched himself to see if he was indeed awake. God, Mrs. Henderson was one hell of a beautiful woman; all the guys on the team used to fantasize what it would be like being in bed with her and often, after a day's practice, they would sneak into the back yard of the Henderson's neighbors and peek over the fence to see her bikini clad loveliness soaking up the sun's rays. Now here he was about to sample some of that beauty. He looked down at her laying there, just waiting for him to play with her pussy! Oh, man his cock was going to break right off it was hurting so badly! He climbed onto the bench and knelt between her ankles, looking up at her pretty open-mouthed face watching him.
"You gotta spread your legs wider so I can get up closer," he instructed.
Jean could see that he was trembling as she spread her thighs wide open to him, knowing that he could see the hair-sprinkled mound of her pussy now, just as she could see his rigid young sausage-sized cock jutting out nakedly from his hairless loins. There was something almost ritualistic and Freudian about this experience that shut out the impending sense of guilt that would surely follow. She caught the gleam of joyous excitement in his dark eyes as they gaped down at the intimacy between her parted legs, the sight of his youthful lust feeding her own lecherous hunger even more, and obscenely she spread her thighs wider, lifting her buttocks from the bench and reaching down to pull up her T-shirt hem.
"You'll have to get down on your belly so you can see what I've got down there," cooed Jean, feeling a sense of power with this boy-child she had never experienced with her husband Ralph. "See it, baby? Is it as nice as Terri's?"
Gordy was voiceless. His flushed, freckled face hovered only a few inches above the soft blonde pubic curls fringing her beautiful cunt . . . pretty coach Henderson's wife's cunt! Terri's pussy had been the first to meet his eye, hers being very tight and without the ragged looking lips that Mrs. Henderson had. He guessed it was a matter of maturity.
"Well. . . ? Am I as pretty as Terri?" Jean pressed, her head raised so that she could watch the boy's every movement.
He licked his lips. "Nice . . . yah, real nice," he exclaimed, marveling at the narrow pink slit that started at the bottom of her white belly and trailed down between her widespread thighs through to the smooth untanned globes of her buttocks . . . and the tiny pink anus was there too. It amazed him that he as a baby had managed to squeeze out of a hole as tiny as Mrs. Henderson's vagina.
"Don't be afraid, Gordy," Jean insisted, unable to wait any longer. "Spread it open with your fingers so that you can see everything."
Whereas Terri had been rather lackadaisical in her approach, Mrs. Henderson was hot and insistent. Maybe it was because Terri had been smoking that strange smelling cigarette while barking out directives to him from there in the weeds. His nostrils flared at the heavy perfumed aroma of her wet pussy was breathing up at him, like a little mouth. He wanted to feel and taste it!
He lay the palms of his small hands on the inner sides of her softly quivering thighs and with his thumbs touching the hair fringed lips of her pussy, he felt her spasm to the contact. Breathlessly, he drew them apart, spreading the silken curls and opening the moistly clinging pink folds before him! Finally, its flushed and glistening layers were flayed open to his greedy eyes. His guts were knotting with a strange longing, and he ground his desire swollen little cock down into the hard wooden bench.
Gordy gaped at the little slit of her pussy hole, and as he stared it seemed to twitch a little, a bit like his Black Mollie fish when she rose to water level to get a gulp of fish food. And above it was a little button of flesh, pink and quivering, the spot that Terri had told him to lick with his tongue.
"Do it for me, Gordy . . . put your finger right up inside that little hole and then do it!" she rasped heatedly, raising her buttocks from the bench and suddenly feeling the delicious shock of his young finger slipping wetly into her tingling cuntal mouth, then upward into the passage of her lust-inflamed vagina!
Gordy lowered his freckle-splattered face, his eyes glued on the sight of his middle finger slipping warm and wetly up inside the moist flesh of her cunt and pursed his mouth to kiss each one of the hair-lined pussy lips the way Terri had made him do it to her. Again the aromatic tang of her incited genitals raced to his young libido! He stabbed out his tongue until it made fiery contact with the moist, velvety cuntal flesh, the smooth warm liquid feel of it sending crazy chills up and down his spine, its spicy taste and smell making his mouth water. Gosh, girls were fun.
"Ohhhh . . . lick it all over for me, and keep your finger way up inside me. Do everything you did for Terri, baby . . . and more!"
* * *
Gawking through the window of the sauna, propped up on her hands and knees on the boxes, Terri drank in the obscene little game her sister-in-law was playing with Gordy Jackson. Wow! She wished she had a camera right now to take living proof of Jean laying there with her T-shirt hauled up above her belly, her legs spread crab-like while her husband's prize pitcher slobbered between them. She could see his tongue wiggling and licking at Jean's pussy and she couldn't help but wish it were her own cunt getting that licking.
The fucking bitch, thought Terri vindictively, coming down on me for playing with myself when she's seducing her old man's kid pitcher! Too fucking much! Spite, red hot and sizzling, ran rampant through her brain, centering in the pit of her empty young belly. Unconsciously, the curvy teenager smoothed her hand down over her belly to pressure against the soft, sensitive mound of her own womanhood, gently stroking its flushed lips through the scratchy denim of her Levi's. Even through the thick cotton, she sensed the hot moisture seeping from between them to dampen the thin strip of nylon panties between her full thighs as she watched dumbstruck.
You'll get yours, bitch! You think you can rub my nose in dirt while you play around with little boys-huh' You don't know who you're playing with, girl!
It made her laugh that never in the half-dozen or so times she'd watched her brother and Jean make love had she seen this blonde hypocrite so hot. She's into little boys-I'll be damned! Then, nose smashed to the glass, nostrils steaming up the window, Terri watched as Jean's hands reached down to grab Gordy's head between her legs and Terri heard her begin to moan, her fingers twining in the sandy hair. Jean was pulling his face tight into the open crevice of her pinkly glistening pussy until his nose was buried. Terri abandoned her masturbatory delights for a moment to light the stub roach Tod had given her. She could almost feel Gordy's searing tongue licking her own flesh . . . and then Terri knew he was sucking on Jean's clitoris by the way she trembled all over and her breaths came in ragged, grunting gasps!
Then to spite her sister-in-law, Terri unzipped her Levi's and slipped her own caressing hand down over the soft bowl of her belly while watching Jean's head begin to toss back and forth on the hard bench. She tugged the crotch band of her panties to one side after wiggling the Levi's down over her hips and exposed her blood-swollen cunt lips to the cool air. With one hand she held the moistened strip of her panties to the side while arching her hips forward and eased her middle finger in between the hair-lined folds into the wet heart of her pussy.
That's for you, Jean . . . she thought vindictively. I'm going to fuck myself right in front of you! She started to give her clitoris a few polishing rubs in harmony to the tongue sucking her sister-in-law was getting.
After blissful masturbatory moments, a thought struck Terri. She hadn't realized before what a gorgeous body Jean had. Christ, the way she dressed in sloppy T-shirts and jogging shorts, it was hard to believe there was a fantastic figure beneath it all. Hot damn-she was getting more excited staring at Jean's body than at Gordy's hot little cock.
Jean Henderson had never felt like this-so uninhibited and willing to give of her spirit and body. She moaned passionately, grinding her naked buttocks down into the grainy hardness of the bench as she writhed and squirmed. She offered her seething loins up to his beardless face, pulling him tighter into the hair-framed wet pussy flesh, her tingling vaginal walls sucking around his wild little tongue thrust up inside of her to join his skinny little finger.
Dear God in heaven, the nearly mindless, lust-filled wife whimpered within herself, his baby-like tongue felt so good thrusting and wiggling around up between her widespread thighs. And then it was licking again, up through the sensitive pussy slit to her throbbing clitoris. Blinding rapture sent tremors of lust rippling over the nerve ends of her naked flesh as she felt Gordy's young lips inside her there, circling the tiny erect bud to being a gentle sucking!
"Ohhhh . . . little darling.. . my Gordy . . . yes . . . Jeannie loves you . . . lick and suck it for me . . . ohhhh!" The maternal instincts had transformed into some kind of devilish Freudian lust Jean Henderson hadn't the capacity at the moment to decipher. Nor would she want to. . .
Gordy grabbed her tighter, hearing her encouragements. God, if the guys could hear her now. Terri hadn't even mentioned love, even when she was so hot that she'd almost cried! Man, damn it, if he could only cum, too, but he hadn't matured to that point yet, not that he hadn't tried. He'd heard some of the older guys say that the hurt went out of their gut after they'd shot off, and he couldn't figure out why he couldn't do that yet. But maybe Mrs. Henderson could help him cum.
He raised his innocent blue eyes to lock on the older woman's contorted face, her blonde head still tossing back and forth. Slowly now at a set tempo, her hands caressing and clutching at his hair, the thought occurred to him that she was trying to move his mouth down to the tiny twitching hole where he'd just withdrawn his finger. Damn, he wished she was all naked so he could reach up and feel her soft breasts, play there at the nipples. He'd never touched a girl there before!
There was movement, and he noticed that she had drawn her legs up and was folding them back, then finding his hands to place them behind her knees as if to hold them locked there. That position raised the whole hair-fringed mouth of her cunt up higher and wider to his slavering mouth. Her entire ass was wagging right before his eyes and spread crazy-wide for him. Now he could see the tiny puckered hole of her anus, and there wasn't one hair around it. Now wasn't that interesting!
"D-do it for me, Gordy. Please . . . lick it!" he heard her hissing then saw her gazing down between her jackknifed legs at him with wild eyes. "Please . . . I want you to do something for Jeannie you didn't do for
Terri. . . "
Gordy could only stare at the coach's wife. He had never seen her look the way she did right now, her gorgeous face almost sick looking. And the wild things she was doing and saying! He'd dreamed about sticking his tongue in a girl's asshole, but had never believed it would really happen. This was his testing ground.
Jean's mood was highly spiced with lecherous and sadistic desires which Satan himself playing in the pit of her belly. Nothing she said or did seemed to put him off, so compliant and willing was he . . . so unlike Ralph. She lay back on the bench and waited.
And then she felt it! Yesss! Yes, the fiery wet contact of his tongue-tip with her sensitive little anus, the maddening thrill almost making her scream out in frantic excitement. Uninhibitedly it laved and probed at the secret, puckered opening, setting off spirals of bliss to course through her trembling, needing, boy-loving body. Ralph had never made her feel this sensuous, so in control of her longing. Then, Gordy's stiffened tongue was slithering back up into her vagina again, and she almost welcomed that, at the same time realizing he loved her pussy more.
"Ohhhh . . . if only she had the courage to follow through with it . . . to-
"Oh, my little lamb . . . turn around, darling. Get upside down over me so I can get your thing in my mouth!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Wow! Was she really going to do it for him?
His breath hitched in his throat as he squirmed around above her, his cock aching so painfully he was sure it would break off when she touched it.. .
He spread his legs over her face so that his nakedly beardless genitals were poised lewdly just above her mouth, never losing contact with his tongue on her hot pussy, and always remembering just what Terri had told him about licking that little button at the top.
Mrs. Henderson was writhing beneath his slaving mouth and tongue in her cunt, and he felt her soft, warm fingers curling around his throbbing cock flesh, tugging it gently downward away from his belly, her other hand moving up to hotly caress his walnut-sized testicles all hard and hot. Desperately, he waited, his tongue lashing back and forth through the piquant heat of her curl-lined cuntal slit.
Jean grasped his wiener-warm cock in her hand possessively, in a way she never had with Ralph, and held it close to her face inspecting it. Just the perverted thought of stooping to such intimate lewdness had always bothered Jean.. . but his white arrow of innocent male flesh just wasn't the same. It belonged to a sweet young child, not to a domineering grown man who wouldn't express pleasure at his wife's ministrations if his life depended on it. There was a difference, she decided, and by gosh she was going to enjoy it! Minutely, she examined the pole of flesh, measuring and fondling, guessing its blood-pounding length from the tip of his scarlet head to its puffy, hairless base. And his young balls cupped in the palm of her hand were like a warm sponge. Nothing here that could hurt or demean her-only give her pleasure.
Fascinated, Jean drew the sheath of white foreskin back to nakedly expose his penis' glans, the tiny split at its tip oozing wetly with his excitement. Oh God . . . could a boy this young really do it? If she only dared.. . Again, she curled her hand around its hot pulsing hardness, the heat from it searing along her arm to the tips of her still-clothed breasts as she began to stroke in flustered desire. She lovingly squeezed his soft, velvet-like testicles and traced her forefinger at the same time back through the smooth crevice between his hard-tensed young buttocks to the hole of his anus to tenderly finger and caress it. She sensed him jerk convulsively to the erotic touch, a little moan escaping his mouth pressed against the seething, steaming hole of her cunt.
She felt Gordy's boy mouth glued to the clasping opening of her cunt, his tongue lashing and swirling up into it like it was a dripping ice cream cone. It was such a natural act of affection he was giving her, such an innocent, precious gift. Ohhh . . . she wanted to . . . yess, but could she . . . what would it taste like?
She saw it for the first time-the tiny pearlish drop of moisture beading at the baby-like split at the tip of the eleven-year-old's blood-filled cock head! Her mouth suddenly went dry, then watered, the very sight of the captivating little bubble of white cum setting off a series of spasms ricocheting around in her empty belly.
She was . . . getting ready to cum. . . !
Frantically, the woman began to kiss the underside of Gordy's hot young sausage, smoothing her soft moist lips along its hot, rubbery length down to the his semen-swollen balls, the urge to suck them into her mouth almost maddening . . . but she didn't! Instead, she worked her lips back up to its hard tip and, stabbing out her pink tongue, licked at the tiny split, the drop of milky pre-cum spreading pungently over her taste buds. It was nectar from the Gods!
With a sudden mindlessness, Jean raised her head to plunge his boy-hardness into her mouth, locking her lusty wet lips in an ovaled pressure just behind the smooth coronal rim of its rubbery head. She moaned with the intensity of her rising orgasm as she sucked and lashed her tongue frenziedly over the spongy member, holding it with her mouth as she reached down between her thighs to grasp his head and pull his mouth tighter to her frothing cunt, now on the verge of exploding into a million shards of female flesh.
Damn . . . she was sucking it at last!
Gordy could tell something was going to happen to this woman's body the way she was quivering and jerking beneath him, pulling his face tight up into her open cunt until his mouth was flooding with her juices that drib bled down his chin. If only she'd sucked him before, he was sure he could cum! Hr fastened his lips right around the hard bud of her oily clitoris and hung there like a boulder balancing on a rocky precipice, pulling and licking at it mercilessly while the humming feel of her groans around his burning cock made him want to screech with delight. His cock ached, it hurt, but it felt wonderful. In his mind it was as though he were struggling to climb a mountain top and if he made it, the hurt in his guts would cease . . . but he couldn't quite make it over the last boulder. at
From her perch, young Tend .Henderson watched the debasement of Jean Henderson with ripe delight. Her pleasure was two-fold: She had caught the high and mighty Jean in a licentious act that could put the woman behind bars, and she was getting a hellish thrill from finger-fucking herself while she smoked a joint. She loved to fantasize sexual odysseys and smoke a joint at the same time. Her face flushed as she sensed it beginning . . . rising . . . rising . . . making her finger tips turn numb and her polished toes tingle. She hung for a moment teetering on the brink of release, her whole sensuous young body vibrating . . . and then the hot stickiness flooded her hand warmly and ran in dribbled down her soft, trembling, inner thighs.
In the other room, Jean heard Gordy's pleading whisper, felt it in the raging hot core of her loins, but ignoring it, she held the boy's head fast, grinding her spasming cunt with lechery up against his helpless mouth and face! A Fourth of July shower of fireworks swept over her and she thought she might truly go crazy from the hot thrill of it all!
"Don't let your tongue stop!" she groaned. "Don't stop . . . I'm cumming!" She clutched so frantically at his bobbing sandy head while blindly writhing her hips and buttocks while she sucked and nibbled at his incapable cock that Gordy believed she had snapped. When his withering tube fell loosely from her lips, she finally conceded to let go of his head and realized he was trying to crawl off her.
She sat upright on the bench and drew Gordy to her and hugged him tenderly, kissing his young face which was glistening with cuntal secretions, her tongue tasting the flavor of her own womanhood.
"Oh God . . . that was beautiful!" she moaned, kissing and nibbling at his cunt-moistened lips. "But you didn't cum . . . Have you ever . . . with Terri? Now tell me the truth!" She turned suddenly stern.
"No, really, Mrs. Henderson. I guess I'm too young or something. . . " He sounded sorrowful.
"No . . . I'm sure that's not it," said Jean, suddenly feeling downcast for having failed at returning the boy's gift.
Then she fell silent. What could there possibly be to say-except to her priest?
Terri was still trembling from the effects of her orgasm when she strode back to the counter of the sporting goods store where the greasy-haired and mustached Tod Baker sat grinning behind the counter near the cash register. Terri, her rosebud lips pursing up to a strained smile, brushed her long, chestnut hair back from her flushed cheeks, the eighteen year old's proximity to the cash register giving her an uneasy feeling. She wondered if she could have heard it ring in the backroom had he opened it. Probably not . . . under the circumstances she would hardly have noticed an earthquake.
"What did you do? Plant the pots seeds?" he chided, his closely set, emotionless gray eyes raking over the curvy girl from flushed cheeks to the polished pink toes sticking out of her fashionable slide shoes that added another three inches to her luscious, leggy frame. He tugged at one corner of his drooping mustache and got to his feet, coming to meet her on the opposite side of the corner. "That was quite a trip. What's so fascinating in there? . . . except for the obvious."
Catching the sexual implication of his words, Terri's smile broadened into a toothy smirk. "What makes you think that's so fascinating?" she grinned salaciously, walking up close to him and plastering her body close to his until the firm tips of her full rounded breasts were brushing his muscular chest through the T-shirt he wore.
"I can see your nipples sticking out of your T-shirt, that's why," he leered, his thin lips stretched in a sly, smirk that had intrigued her from the first moment she'd seen him chomping down a burger at the local MacDonald's. She felt his strong hands squeezing on her upper arms, warmly drawing her closer against him until she could feel the swelling mounds of her braless breasts flattening against the hardness of his chest. But she was hardly sensuously aroused, following so soon after the mind-fucking climax she had only minutes before experienced, but then his big hands were smoothing down her goose-bumped spine to boldly cup the ovaled half moons of her denim clad buttocks, pressing her belly and loins snugly to his, and her lackadaisical sensuality suddenly did an about face. Whew! What this guy did to her!
God, she'd been waiting for three days for this! The unwashed smell of his greasy hair and unwashed armpits stung her nostrils, but not offensively as the same qualities might have on any other guy. Instead, it gave him a wild, masculine, animal smell . . . like the feel of his rising cock pressuring against the soft bowl of her belly.
Then she felt the tickle of hair as he bent down and kissed her, his fuckgy mustache tickling her chin as he opened his mouth and spurted his tongue into hers to be teased and sucked. She complied, slinking her lithe arms upward around his scraggly neck and clinging possessively, grinding her pelvic mound against the hardness of his hip bone, at the same time tasting the sweet flavor of recently smoked marijuana.
Abruptly then, she broke away when his hand insinuated itself in the waistband of her Levi's and fingers started working at the snap and zipper pull. She pushed him away with her hands. "Not here, lover. You tryin' to get me hung?"
"Baby," his voice was low and husky. "You got my neck in a noose already . . . and you know it, too, you little cunt.. . you delicious little cunt." He tried again to move in on her, but she held him a bay with both hands pressuring against his chest and a warm, cheese-cake smile.
"Let's not get stupid, huh?" Terri whispered in a promising tone. "My dear sister-in-law's due to pop through the door any second, and if she saw us kissing I would be grounded for a week," she said sourly. For a moment she nearly blurted her discovery to him . . . but checked herself.
"Jesus, you're a sexy little bitch!" he whispered lustfully. "I gotta make it with you soon or my guts are gonna burst!"
"Hold on, lover . . . maybe I can sneak out tonight," teased Terri, an entourage of sensual thrills revitalizing her desire. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder what affect her morning's escapades would have on her chances of getting out from under Jean's nose. Even though she had Jean over a barrel, she wasn't quite ready to confront her brother's wife with it just to get her own way.. . or was she? Yes, Jean's episode with Gordy Jackson was rife with merit, even though she, Terri, was implicated in the guilt. But hell, she wasn't a married woman or a respected member of the community-except for a few fans down at MacDonald's.
"Tonight . . . promise?" Tod enthused, letting his hand slip up under the pulled loose jersey over her rib cage and finally cupping her naked breast. "I've got a hunk of Moroccan hash that will blow your mind-if my cock doesn't!"
Terri's breathing went ragged beneath the erotic heat of his big clutching hand cupping her naked breast. She felt her tiny, hardened nipple trapped between a pair of very experienced fingers, caressing, tweaking, the wild erogenous sensations stabbing downward through her body toward the growing, seething, frothing fever in her cunt.
"Oh, stop it! You're driving me crazy!" the sexy teenager gasped, reluctantly forcing his hand down from beneath her T-shirt, then backing away, just out of reach.
He glowered at her sourly. "No dice now . . . no dice tonight. . . " he turned to walk away.
"Hey, where you splitting for?" she snapped after him, her body still tingling from his touch.
"Forget it.. . you're too hung up over your sister-in-law finding you playing kissy face."
Terri's mind flashed desperately. She couldn't let this one get away-not after the little appetizer he'd just fed her.
"Listen, baby, I got a surprise for you," she said, winking.
"Yeah? If it's weed, forget it, I got plenty."
"Better than weed, baby.. . "
"Coke?" His eyes lit up.
"Nope, dummy . . . it's flesh and blood and it isn't mine." Wicked ideas were fomenting in the teenager's brain. "I want you to fuck my sister-in-law and do me a favor."
"What?" Incredulity gave way to a crooked grin. "That blondie that runs around here with her tits hanging out? Tell me more!"
Sashaying towards him, keeping her peripheral vision leveled on the backroom exit, Terri slinked her arms around the dishevelled teenager's waist and kissed him on the cheek. "Tell you about it later, lover, and keep it hard for me!"
CHAPTER SIX
Jean couldn't face the world-not yet, at least. Instead of finishing the inventory which she had instructed Terri to complete, she snuck out the back exit and went home where she indulged in a mid-afternoon gin and tonic-heavy on the gin. The sensual effects of her forbidden act with Gordy Jackson continued to linger both physically and mentally. A heaviness in her body and mind put her emotions at war with herself.
Dear Lord, how could she have succumbed to such blatant, inexcusable debauchery? How could she have wantonly seduced the eleven-year-old for the flimsy, irrational reason of begrudging her sister-in-law's free and easy sensual pleasures. Jealousy? Was that at the heart of the matter? A jealousy that had been seething since Ralph had slammed the door in her face, crying out:
"Maybe my little sister can teach you a few lessons in being a woman!"
Yes, that had been the start of her wrongdoing. Jean took a long, tangy sip of her gin and tonic as she collapsed down on the living room sofa and stretched her legs out. A tension, electrical and tight, sparked through her body at the remembrance of the poignant taste of Gordy's handsome little penis and the way it had felt filling her mouth once she had gotten up the nerve.
With a deep sob, she clamped her hand over her eyes as if to blot out the sight. Dear Lord, what if someone had seen her in the midst of that animal perversion? What if the School Board caught wind that the well-respected Coach Henderson's wife's affections for little boys was a carnal one?
Beside it was an unnerving fear of her sister-in-law. The girl was a warlock, had a nose for sex and a way with manipulation that scared her to the core. Why, she had her own brother pitting her against his wife for attention. Now that she knew the extent of her sister-in-law's sexual looseness Jean feared her more than ever. Yet she herself could hardly condemn her now, could she! The little slut! If only Terri had never shown her face here . . . and she still had another week with her. Damn, making that sweet innocent little boy lick her cunt.. . dear God, if Ralph only knew!
One thing was certain. Her romance with Gordy Jackson was over and dead. Never would she repeat that sordid performance. She shut it out of her mind, locking the door on the experience, and throwing away the key. That she understood the reasoning behind her rash actions was enough: She despised her sister-in-law and in subconsciously trying to please Ralph, had resorted, stooped, to the girl's groveling sexuality.
She rose slowly, splashed cold water on her face, and headed back to the sporting goods store where she encountered Terri sitting behind the register reading Rolling Stone Magazine and looking awfully smug and self-assured. How that beatific face could belie the wickedness churning in the girl's brain amazed Jean. That Terri and Ralph could be brother and sister was ridiculous.
"Did you make any sales, Terri?" she asked, surveying the store for any sign of wrongdoing or thievery.
"Naw . . . just a couple cans of tennis balls.. . " returned Terri without looking up from the magazine. Her voice was barely audible.
"Did you hear what I asked you, Terri?" Jean's voice was high and strained. "Would you please have the courtesy to put down that magazine when I'm talking to you?"
"Well, excuse me," the teenager replied, finishing the paragraph and only then setting down the magazine. Her eyes were two cold pools of disdain leveled at her sister-in-law. The fucking bitch has insulted me enough! her mind raged. She'll get hers quick enough!
"I'm going to close the store early today," continued Jean, talking to fill the gap between the two women. "I'm going to count the money in the register, take it to the vault and then we'll both go home."
Terri's saliva caught in her throat. The register . . . what if Tod had slipped out a few bills while she was in the back room? She felt her jaws start to work against each other nervously.
With calmness, Jean opened the cash register and counted the money, comparing the sum to the receipts for the day. It was twenty dollars short. Jean's eyes went wide; she spun around to face Terri, her face livid with rage.
"How can you account for this? I'm twenty dollars short!" Her eyes burned into Terri's who returned the stare levelly. In a burst of inner rage and jealousy and all encompassing disdain for this young, sexy thing who dared return her glare with a colder one, Jean barraged:
"I can't trust you with a thing, can I? First I find you using your hand on yourself like a low class slut, and smoking pot in your own brother's house when you know he would disapprove . . . and now you steal money from us? Oh, my God, how am I supposed to put up with you another day . . . will you tell me that? Well, let me tell you . . . I'm going straight home right now to call your brother and tell him what's going on here!"
Terri said not a word, though her mind was blazing with plenty of things to say, the outcome of which was: Wait, just wait, dear mother-in-law . . . you'll get yours!
Well, one thing for certain, Jean thought, stuffing the remaining bills into the sack and preparing to take it to the vault in the back. The little bitch was going to find it difficult to operate in the next week. And as her temporarily appointed guardian, she, Jean, had the right to cut the girl off from her pleasures. That meant no more hanging out at MacDonald's or smoking dope or stealing money out of the cash register. And no more playing with Gordy Jackson!
Despite her threats, Jean made no long distance telephone calls that night and to her knowledge, Terri had locked herself up in her room pouting the night away. Well good, though Jean on this sun kissed morning, pouring the protein powder into her Tiger milk and giving it a whirling buzz in the blender. For further punishment the girl would be instructed to open the shop this morning while Jean took care of a few things around the house.
As Jean sat at the breakfast table sipping at the thick milk concoction, Terri emerged from the bedroom, hair uncombed, eyes red, tired looking.
A negative current ran between them. "I want you to open up the shop this morning, Terri. I have some things to take care of here in your brother's absence. Now have your breakfast and be off," she added curtly, never lifting her eyes from the newspaper editorial she was pursuing between sips of the foamy mixture slipping between her pursed lips.
"I don't want any breakfast. I'll open the shop, but first I have to make a phone call.. . if I may have your permission, that is." Her voice was clipped, cold as a double-edged knife. With that, she spun around, house coat flapping open to show off the naked expanse of white thighs and a patch of chestnut curls between.
Over the top of the newspaper Jean caught sight of that luscious nudity and a shiver, cold and alarming ran through her goose-bumped body. On top of it all, the girl slept in the nude, the hussy!
Moments later, when the door slammed shut and the ominous presence of her younger sister-in-law left her in peace, Jean sipped contentedly at a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang.
She opened the door onto a rather good-looking male face, bisected by a shaggy mustache in bad need of trimming and teeth too long neglected. His immediate and surprising closeness gave her a start and for a moment, Jean couldn't speak. She had seen him around town, hanging out on corners, yet she didn't know his name.
"Hello. . . " Her hand flew to her heart.
"You gave me a start. Can I help you?" she managed to smile thinly at him. "If you're looking for Terri," she said sourly, "she's at the shop-working!"
"I'm not looking for Terri, Mrs. Henderson," he said in an even-toned voice, his eyes shifting back and forth over her face, searching for something that made her uncomfortable. "I came here to talk to you."
"Me?" she heard herself question, an uneasy feeling beginning to foment deep inside her soul. Then, she noticed the one-sided smile slowly creep over his young face.
"I don't want Terri to know I'm here," he lied.
Jean stared at him. Something was wrong, her sixth sense screamed. But what? She saw him nod toward the interior of the house and stupified, she stepped aside, allowing him entrance.
"I think we've got something to discuss . . . concerning your youth work?"
Jean continued to stare at him, her mind trying to weigh the situation, the heavy feeling inside her growing more intense as he stepped past easily and strode into the living room. "C-come inside," she invited, hesitating at his ease. "What did you say your name was?"
"Tod . . . just Tod."
"I'm . . . Jean," she choked.
She followed him into the living room and was shocked and insulted when he dropped onto the couch without being invited, then half-folded one leg up over the other so that his knee rested balancingly on the middle of his calf. She noticed his dusty cowboy boots, scuffed and run-down heels.
"Alright now, what is it?" she snapped down at him, making no motion toward sitting, her suspicious anger rapidly mounting.
He grinned. "Let's cool it, huh, lady?" he calmly spoke in a husky tone, his lopsided grin never leaving his shaggy mustached face. "Getting all uptight isn't gonna make it easier. Let's just say I've come on behalf of Gordy Jackson. Am I making my message clear, Jean?"
His words registered like tiny, searing irons pressed into her brain. She caught each one as it tumbled from his thin lips, the picture . . . horrifying in clarity rapidly forming in her stunned brain. He knew. . . !
"What are you talking about?" she charged. Jean heard her own vocal chords huskily stammer. "I didn't invite you into my house and I'd thank you to leave this minute!"
Her charges were answered with a laugh.
Tod knew he had her cold-assed, and with the pair of joints he'd just blown, he was cool as a cucumber. His brain was clicking along precisely, everything in the room, including her, was clearly magnified and definable, and he knew he had the first punch on the control button.
Christ, she looked even more luscious to him standing there in her tight, flesh colored shorts and matching pullover. Those long knock out legs and the way her lush breasts were firmly thrusting right out at him! He watched those mounds rise and fall with her upset breathing, her entire alluring image burning into his brain and causing his blood-fed cock to turn glutton.
"Baby, I don't intend to leave, not until I've delivered my message. . . unless you'd rather I had a little talk with your husband and the school board," he said, his grin leaving a menacing, tight-lipped leer for her to see. "Now that don't seem too bright on your part. 'Course, I don't know how your ol' man would take to you sucking and fucking kids . . . but I'm damn sure Gordy's ol' lady wouldn't dig the idea too much. What do you think?" His lazy, bloodshot eyes leveled on hers.
Jean sat heavily down into the chair across from him. Her knees had melted to jelly. For a moment the room swam before her eyes. Horror filled her! Oh God . . . the worst of her fears had come real. It made no difference how he knew . . . only that he knew, though intuitively she had the frightening fear that it had something to do with Terri. No doubt he meant every word that had come from his unbrushed mouth . . . and she couldn't let him go to Ralph with it, or tell Gordy's mother!
The desperate young wife could feel the color drain from her cheeks and an uncontrollable trembling had seized her. She was trapped . . . held captive by his gossipy mouth! At last she heard herself whisper: "Wh-what is it you want from me?"
Slowly, Tod's cheerless grin returned and he made no effort to keep his salacious eyes from openly raking over her entire body. After a moment, he managed: "That's better, Jean, baby . . . now you're using your gray matter, 'cause you're trapped . . . just like that!" He snapped his fingers. "There ain' nobody you can go to for help, cause nobody's gonna listen to a child molester. . . "
"Child molester?" Jean's hand flew to her heart.
"Yeah, child molester . . . child fucker . . . kid fucker, sucker. . . "He stared at her for a
M cold moment. "But old Tod's gonna go light on ya, honey. . . outside of a few bucks to buy me some dope and a little o' what the kid got. And the sooner we get the show on the road, the sooner you're gonna have that snot-nosed kid outta your hair-both heads of it," he said, staring at the tight vee of her loins.
Jean felt her cheeks suddenly flush at the reference to her sexuality, actually burning as the emotions of fear, rage and disgust swept shuddering through her lithe body. He was blackmailing her, and there was no weapon left her. Futilely, her brain raced in helpless confusion. God, he was right, she was trapped. The money she could handle.. . but sex . . . with this scraggly creature? Just the thought made her want to vomit!
"Well, you made up your mind yet, or should I get out my dime for the phone?" he pressed, slicing through the turmoil rippling at her whole inner being. "Shall we get into the bedroom and get on with it, or should I leave?"
A sob choked in Jean's constricted throat. She was utterly helpless, and as she sat there gaping incredulously at him, she saw his hand move coarsely down to stroke across the swollen bulge in the front of his dirty Levi's. The lewd gesture, even in her state of frightful repugnance, stirred and incredible sensuous impulse to flutter in her tense belly, the realization shaming her.
"T-this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of!" snapped Jean in one last attempt to discourage him. "It's blackmail and rape . . . two criminal acts!"
That cracked Tod's smooth veneer of tolerance. He felt his anger boiling up inside his guts to churn hotly in his brain and groin. He dropped his crossed leg to the floor and leaned forward, his face a mask of drug-twisted rage. "Listen, you cunt, I'm not gonna waste my breath about the law . . . child molesting is gonna get you ten . . . and I ain't talking money, lady!"
He started toward the front door without turning back, causing Jean's breath to catch in her throat with a sudden panic. "Please.. . wait, don't leave yet.. . ! " she stammered after him, reaching out to grasp his shoulder restrainingly.
Tod hesitated, turning slowly to look at her, knowing for sure he had her now by the submissive plea in her voice, but he remained impassive, if only for effect. Jean's expression was one of trembling, reluctant concession, her lush lips quivering as she stared at him with almost dreading, tear-filled blue eyes. A feeling of sadistic domination rippled through him as he glanced at her small hand placed delicately, pleadingly, on his shoulder, then moved closer to her, slipping his own hands around her slender waist to pull her cringing, voluptuous curves tightly against his lean torso.
The man-sweat smell of him stung Jean's sensitive nostrils as he hauled her up bodily to him, her large breasts flattening against his muscular young chest. His half-opened mouth came hotly down onto hers, thin, harsh lips bruising hers as his thick wet tongue forced its way into her mouth to stab and lash against hers. Then, his big teenage hands were eagerly smoothing down over the tightly encased mounds of her buttocks! Demandingly, they clutched, pulling her tighter against him until his long, thick male hardness was pressuring and jerking heatedly into the soft give her of helpless belly.
The sweet taste of recently smoked marijuana was transferred from his thick tongue to hers as he crushed her lustfully to him. The trapped young wife tried not to think, but that was suddenly impossible with the throbbing pressure of his swollen penis lewdly massaging her lower belly and loins! His mustache tickled her nose and upper lips, his hot, foul breath coming raspily from his nostrils, the strong muscles in his upper back like bands of steel . . . and it was then she realized she had to get out of his clutch!
She pushed him away with her hands, then raising her head spit in his face, the trickle of saliva running down his pock-marked cheek to dribble onto his dirty T-shirt. Slowly his hand reached up to wipe the streak clean, then he grabbed her quickly darting body by the hair and swung her around.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" she gasped, her fingers clawing at his hands to try to extricate herself from his clasp. Lord, it felt like he was scalping her! With an ease that terrified, her, he swung her around to face him.
"Don't you ever do nothin' like that again, lady . . . or I swear to God, I'll beat you bloody!" His eyes bit into hers as slowly he released his hold, leaving her sobbing and whimpering. Then a smile crossed his face. "Now . . . let's strip these clothes off so we can fuck, baby. And you better be hell in bed or the school board's gonna hear about you!"
"Noooo! Nooooo!" wailed Jean, torn between the chance for escape and the pain she knew would be hers if she did.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Now shuddup and get those clothes off!" Whack!
A sharp pain cracked across her cheek. Tod shook his long-haired head in amazement, while she tried to keep distance between them. His rigid cock cramped painfully inside his tight Levi's pulsed with desire at the luscious, vulnerable sight of her pleading before him. He sensed her angered eyes narrowing and the sadistic leer tugging at his mouth once more.
"You're a weird one," he hissed at her. "You still don't understand that I'm in the driver's seat, baby, and I call the shots. I've raised my bounty to a hundred bucks-I don't smoke shit dope . . . but we still fuck!"
Jean's natural reaction was to jump back in shock as he quickly strode toward her again, grasping her slender wrist in his strong fist so hard it cut off the circulation. In giant strides he dragged her toward the bedroom, the realization that he knew which one and where it was located frighteningly astonishing her. He spun her into the room and threw her down on the bed. She lay there breathing heavily, watching wide-eyed as she suddenly walked to the yanked down the shade.
"Now strip, Jean baby. I'm not kidding.. .
Sti get naked or I'll get nasty and I don't think you wanna have to explain a bunch of bruises on your body to the old man when he comes home!" he spat at her as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head, leaving his tanned, muscular young body naked to the waist.
For long seconds, Jean was paralyzed with fear. God, this young male animal would stoop at nothing to humiliate her, yet the nagging question was never answered: How had he discovered her secret? Now she was going to pay for that mistake, she realized, trembling when he began to unfasten his Levi's and pressed their tightness down over his lean hips and hairy, strong legs toward the floor. Then, her breathing hitched as she saw the huge bulge stretching the white cotton of his shorts, a familiar spiraling of sensations leaping right back into being inside her.
"I wasn't jokin', girl. Either you take 'em off or I rip 'em off of ya!" snarled Tod at her, reaching down to shove his shorts floorward, then kicking them to one side as he stood before her naked!
Plain, spellbinding fear kept her motionless . . . and the fascination as she stared at his long, thick lewdly exposed cock jutting out from his lean, hair-covered loins. Lord, but the guy was built! Her eyes dropped down to his bloated young balls hanging like two tennis balls between muscular thighs, and then she sucked in her breath. He was moving toward her, a fierce expression of brutal lust contorting his teenage face!
Jean cowered into the bed, holding up her hand to shield herself from the next painful blow. "No . . . no, please! I'll do it!" she chokingly whispered. "D-Don't hurt me, Tod . . . I'll do whatever you want me to!"
He stopped, those same masculine impulses of wild dominance charging wildly through his naked body again. He took a step backward so that he could better watch the effects of his dominance as she slipped the flesh colored jersey up over her head! Her long blonde hair went up with it, caught inside, then came fluttering down around her sloping white shoulders like a golden snowfall. He gaped at her breasts, high set and lacily cupped in the white brassiere she was working at from behind. It fell away to reveal the still firmly rounded mounds with their bikini-patterned whiteness and the tiny hard buds of her nipples! They swayed, those full voluptuous breasts, rippling slightly right before his eyes as she wriggled her tight shorts down over the curved flare of her hips, then the matching white nylon panties . . . until she stood lusciously naked, looking at him and waiting, those beautiful breasts rising and falling.
Christ, this chick could drive a guy insane! He almost wished she'd fight him and show some spunk. The look in those slitted blue eyes, the loose expression of her mouth . . . just as she'd been in the living room when he'd rubbed his aching cock right against her sweet little pussy . . . she was a wild one . . . hungry. Had to be to suck off boys. She was aching for his cock. . . she just didn't know it yet. His eyes fixed on the blonde-curled vee of her cunt, that ribbon of moist inner flesh faintly splitting the puffed, outer lips in a thin curved line between the fullness of her thighs.
"Get your ass over here," he growled, dropping his hand to pump at his tormentingly hard cock, the other resting against his narrow hip. He watched her every curve-rippling move as she silently conceded to come toward him, hanging her head in fear, her eyes peeking out from the shroud of blonde hair to watch transfixed as he pumped at his cock. "Get down on your hands and knees, bitch!"
"No . . . I. . . I," she sobbed into her hands, but he brutally grabbed her wrist and wrenched it, bringing her to her knees in front of him.
Fearfully, she knelt on an eye-level with the teenager's thickly distended penis still held salaciously in his working hand, his manipulation of its heavy foreskin giving her fleeting glimpses of the bulbous, purple knobbed head and the tiny eye dribbling with a seeping of seminal juice.
"Take it in your hand, baby! That's it," Tod gasped. "Now stroke it nice and gentle . . . and play with my balls!"
His words came down to Jean like obscene words from a slave master. She reached forward, curling her slender fingers around his thick rod of hotly quivering male flesh, the very feel of it setting off something hellish in her body. She sensed the vaginal moisture beginning to seep warmly from between her cuntal lips, slowly saturating her there and dampening her inner thighs. Gently, as he'd ordered, she stroked it, her feverish eyes fixed on the split at its swollen purple tip where tiny, clear drops of pre-cum had begun to dribble down beneath, while a new bubble was just now showing its head.
"Now, rub the tip of it around those luscious lips, Jean . . . all around in a big circle . . . then lick it! You hear? Lick it!" he lustfully commanded.
Hating herself for complying, she did.
It was so big . . . bigger than Ralph's and certainly bigger than Gordy's, Jean thought as she did exactly as he had ordered. The hot, hard feel of it in her hand, and the maddening contact of it with her lips, wetly smearing them with his escaped seminal fluid secreting from its pulsating tip . . . oh God . . . could it be she was getting sexually excited?
In an unbelievable world of his own, Tod sadistically watched the young, naked wife's hands and tongue work at his cock. He knew he had the upper hand, but that didn't make her have to like what she was being forced to do . . . and she was loving it! Suddenly, her tiny pink tongue was licking out to taste the wet spot where his cock head had smeared his fluid over her lips. Fuck, she was a hot to fuck bitch! Boy, had he stepped into a gold mine! Hundred bucks and a hot screw!
"Suck it, baby! Take it into your mouth and suck it good!" he obscenely hissed down at her. "Swallow it. . . and don't stop until I tell you to or that sweet face is gon a be all scratched up, you hear?"
Jean heard his threats and forced her lips into an oval. A secret sensation of inner passion rushed through her at being-being forced to comply with his demands. She hungrily reasoned that she was trying only to erase the guilt of yesterday's crime and that by following this drug-demented teenager's directives, she was absolving herself of guilt. She opened her lips wide and let them slide moistly over the head of his young cock, the blood-fed hugeness of it filling her mouth almost frighteningly, even as she held it and pressed its foreskin back tight, her tongue beginning to lick and swirl eagerly over the spongy flesh. Oooooohhh . . . she was saving Ralph and herself.
Sweet fuck! She was sucking him! Her little tongue was licking at the underside of his cock head. Goddamnit, he'd blow his nuts right in her face before he was ready! This show had to linger, had to end in a galactic crash! No teeny chick stuff like just sucking him off! He had to fuck her . . . everything!
"Hold those lips, doll! That's it for now in that department!" Tod exclaimed, jerking his hard cock from her sucking mouth. "Get up on the bed with your legs wide, baby . . . I'm gonna fuck your guts out!"
In apprehension and a bit of disappointment, too, Jean felt his long length of virile teenage cock flesh jerk back out of her mouth, and the urge to grasp it was almost overwhelming. But instead, she got to her feet and walked to the bed crawling on and positioning herself on her back with half-spread upraised thighs. She watched him clasp the length of his hardness and move toward her, easing onto the bed, but not between her legs . . . above them . . . straddling her naked hips and moving upward toward her face until he was over her chest . . . her breasts!
"I'm gonna fuck your tits, don't get so shook! Just hold them up from each side all nice and tight, Jeannie!"
Ooogle-eyed, Jean watched him move upward straddling her trembling nakedness until his long, thick cock lay resting in the smooth valley between her pink nippled breasts! Unknown thrills of base lust raged in her soft belly. It wasn't as if she didn't know such lascivious acts took place! Reluctantly eyeing him, her hands pushed at her outer breasts, forcing them snugly inward to engulf his young furious cock.
Like a long, thick bar of hot, ridged steel, she felt and saw his blood-engorged penis moving back and forth, burning into the soft white flesh of her straining breasts she held with both hands, helping to smother his rigid young cock. She felt the hairy bloatedness of his velvet smooth balls caressing the sensitive flesh of her chest, and excitedly she lifted her head, hungrily extending her little tongue as far as she could, trying to reach the hot bulbous cock head that was glistening wetly each time it appeared between the mounds. He moved up higher so that she could touch it, and with a greed that shocked her, Jean wormed her tongue tip into the moistened end split to again taste the delicious droplets of his escaping seminal fluid!
In a fit of taunting sadism, the lanky teenager grunted aloud at both the feel and sight, then slid his heavy rod back down until it was only a fraction of an inch from her wild tongue and beautiful face, her head and neck straining the formation of a question mark! She moaned in sensuous need as if craving the torment to purge her soul, and Tod couldn't help but grin wickedly at her desperate attempt to reach it. Christ, he'd never seen a bitch so fucking all fired hot in his life! With a brutal lunge, he thrust his cock forward again between the hot, marshmallow-like mounds of her luscious breasts, almost ramming the flat headed tip against the moistness of her sensually soft lips! But quickly they opened into an ovaled invitation, locking in a possessive, hot pressure around it!
Tod couldn't resist! He inched higher up onto her, forcing his throbbing rod of lust-rigid cock flesh to slide along up her working little tongue without mercy! Her eyes began to widen apprehensively as he eased it further in between her grotesquely clasping lips, until the tip of its blood-swollen heat was nearly touching the back of her throat. He knew she was about to gag, but the sight of his thick-veined, white hardness three-quarters vanished beyond the tense rim of her rounded lips made him hold it there! Slowly, her now passion-glassy eyes came back to normal as he sensed her tongue beginning to work feverishly again at the sensitive, nerve-packed underside of his cock, while her smooth-skinned cheeks began to move in and out as she tried to suck it!
"Goddamn!" he cursed the impulses her churning tongue and buttery mouth set off in his teenage belly and loins. He withdrew all the way once more as Jean moaned out her frustration, and then breathing harshly, he moved down between her quickly spread open thighs. The blonde captive wife continued to whimper and murmur incoherently, suddenly writhing her curved white hips upward, waving her golden haired loins pouting cuntal lips at his aching hard cock. Reaching down between them, she grabbed it in her hand to part her flushed wet pussy lips with its rubbery head.
Immediately, Tod skewered up between her legs, grinding his teeth lustfully while she squirmed and wriggled under him in naked, animalistic desire. His cock burned as if someone had been jabbing it with needles, and his balls felt like an over filled cauldron ready to explode. He drove his cock deep into her.. . deep and deeper up into the hot, receptive cuntal hole, feeling the spasmodic squeezing of her greedy adult cunt . . . the sucking grip of her velvety cunt drawing at his very guts!
"Oh God . . . you're so big, groaned Jean, totally lost in her need to be filled. She hissed, gouging her long nails into the flesh of his powerful young shoulder, rotating her up-thrust loins wildly around his soaring cock, then flinging her long tan legs in the air to wind them around his back.
Her curvaceous body jerked and bucked, squirming nakedly beneath him as she continued to moan out her lust, her beautiful face a mask of ecstasy . . . mouth open, neck tensing, nostrils flared wide, a sheen of sweat evident on her forehead beneath her disheveled blonde hair. Christ, what a doll! She was better even than her sister-in-law, and that girl could pack a wallop in the sack. He ought to know; he fucked her brains out last night after crawling through the window while Jeannie here slept.
He felt the soft liquid flesh of her seething cuntal hole clinging to his pulsating hardness, holding him tightly up inside her, pulling and milking crazily at his pounding, ever-growing cock fucking savagely up into her. He levered upward on his toes and brutally plunged the last remaining fraction of an inch of his steely rod into her wide split loins, raising a new whimper of intoxication from her lush lips, her eyes saucering in an amazed expression of cock worship.
"Aaaggghhh . . . unngggh . . . please . . . please.. . make me cum. . . make me cum.. . please. . . . "
She whimpered in open admiration as he clutched the smooth, rounded oval of her madly working ass cheeks, hauling them off the bed up to him. Then, again he lifted himself to better advantage, thrusting and grinding into her with all the strength of his young powerful hips and thighs, his swollen sperm-filled balls smacking flatly up between the widespread cheeks of her buttocks and beating down against her tiny naked anus with his rhythmic strokes that sent incredible sensations of masochistic delight up her spine!
That must be it, he thought. The coach.. . her old man can't get her off for Chrissake! No wonder she suck's off little boys to get her jollies . . . maybe he's queer.. . or impotent . . . what a frigging kick in the gut for a guy, especially with a hot assed piece like this! But all the better for Tod, because he was going to fill her so full of cock he'd kill her.
The soft quivering of her rounded buttocks flexing and relaxing caused the smooth, warm flesh to ridge between his strong fingers as he squeezed his big hands tightly into them. He drew her mercilessly onto his straining cock, feeling her hot, full thighs opening even farther apart to him, flowering the wet, steaming hole of her pink cunt wider in acceptance of his hardness fucking even deeper and deeper until it banged against her spongy cervix and folded over on the end!
Furiously, he thundered into her soft, vulnerable loins, her mind-boggling, golden hair-sprinkled loins with the receptive hot fissure beautifully splitting it, pummeled like a oil rig into its searing, liquid depths with powerful, intense strokes. His brain still spun, caught up in the lustful whirlpool of the slaving task cut out for him.. . and goddamn, he wasn't about to let her down.
He gaped at the naked white dream of her firm, full breasts beneath him, letting his eyes saturate themselves with their lusty beauty, watching them quiver and sway sideways toward the bed, their ripened pink nipples as hard as marbles. Fuck, too much . . . too fucking much! He rammed into her demonically, causing her to grunt and cry as she arched her neck with the pain-pleasure of his wild lovemaking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The imprints of Terri's sneakers led up to the first floor bedroom window where the hem of the shade was yanked down to a three-quarters length. Up on tiptoes, she levered herself up and glanced with vengeful delight at the sight of the naked couple groveling on the bed. Cries of pain and pleading reached the young girl's ears, filling her with a sense of righteous power, of spiteful cunning. The. tip of her perky nose rose above the window ledge and a pair of deep, emotionally charged eyes peered into the sunlight splatter of nudity sprawled out on her brother's bed.
Neither of the naked pair fucking in lustful fury on the bed could have heard anything beyond the lewd sounds of their own and each other's heavy breathing, groans, and the obscene barrage of hot flesh clapping lewdly together. The aging springs on the window shade had failed to shut out prying eyes-eyes set for revenge, eyes prepared to see a woman in the pain of rape.
Now, tears of enraged anger and heart break streamed down her teenage cheeks at the salacious sight her smarting young eyes witnessed. Jean was not supposed to like it! She was supposed to be hurt by Tod's roughness, supposed to be humiliated, debased, subjugated and frightened. What she saw enacted on the bed on the other side of the glass was a far cry from that dramatic description. Furious anger boiled inside her as she stared at Jean's beautiful naked body writhing in sun splattered lust beneath that of Tod humping his swollen hard cock wetly up into her omnivorous bitch-cunt! Not once had Terri seen her man fuck with such passion. He was supposed to be raping her-not her raping him!
The goddamned slut! Terri knew it was all her sister-in-law's fault, not Tod's! Sure, a stud was always looking for a spare piece of ass, but a girl had to lie down first and spread her legs, and that was precisely what Jean was doing now! The painful sight of them was making her nauseous.. . and just when she'd relaxed in the basking glow of revenge. She couldn't watch anymore of it or she'd scream right out and that would blow the scene to bits. And she couldn't do that. The cunning, fix-like instincts roiling in her brain prevented her from taking the easy road. No . . . she would get ripe revenge in due time. What was done was done . . . or couldn't be changed or reverted. She had to roll with the punches and keep her cool and even the score later. Oh, would she, she resolved with slitted eyes.
She'd have it out with Tod later, hit him right between the eyes with it and let him know she meant business. That was something she had to do; she had but one week left here in her sister-in-law's custody. Jean . . . she was another case. Goddamn the bitch, this time she was going to pay dearly, and in a manner that was already giving the curvy teenager reason to delve into a flicker of lustful fantasy.
You want cock, dear sister-in-law. . . you'll get cock! I promise you that!
On the other side of the glass, Jean groaned uncontrollably beneath her teenage lover's furiously thrusting cock with low, animalish groans that ricocheted guiltily off the walls of the pale yellow bedroom she shared with Ralph. She had never felt so completely filled in her life! His ravaging, brutal thrusts were sweet agony hammering deep up into her hot, throbbing vagina, his swollen, rubbery cock-head digging at the very underside of her flaming belly. Oh, if only her husband Ralph could make love to her like this instead of thrusting a few hefty punches into her and then ejaculating prematurely. Yesss . . . a young stud, this was exactly what the doctor ordered! His unceasing, raging young hardness was frictionally inflaming her cunt toward a bursting glow of fire. She would cum this time . . . if only he didn't stop, or God forbid, cum too soon and leave her balancing on that rocky precipice of frustration as Ralph had a talent for. Yes . . . this time she would cum!
The long-haired, mustached teenager couldn't drill into her hard enough. Boy, his endurance was up today! Fucking wasn't a new page in his life, he'd had plenty of chicks, and couple of whores down in LA, but always his goal had been to blow his load as soon as he could, then split and find greener pastures-if not, dope. Yeah, there was definitely something about the lasting power of older women that amazed him. But this beautiful doll under him was different.. . a challenge. It had begun as a case of rape, but now she was raping him, sliding her slickened cut up and down the meaty pole of his cock with slurping ease that made his ears buzz. Yet he knew he couldn't last forever. Damn, he wished he had a couple of snorts of cocaine to keep him hard.
He had to do something and he reached in under her, his middle finger following the deep, open crevice between her insanely gyrating buttocks down toward her tiny vulnerable anus. He fumbled between her warm-fleshed ass-cheeks while he continued to hammer her with his blood-fed cock, fucking with lewd delight deep up into the velvety moistness of her clasping pussy. Clutching at her smooth-tensing buttocks, he pulled them wider apart, then again fumbled for the little puckered ring of elastic tissue.
The feel of a probing finger pad on the heart of her untouched anus made Jean shudder when he felt its babyish lips working with the almost frantic squirming and twisting of her hips and buttocks. A little rivulet of moisture dribbling down the smooth crevice from where its throbbing hardness was sawing into her frothing cunt, lubricated the tiny eye . . . and he pressed against it, felt it give slightly.
"Ohhhh. . . " squirmed Jean. "The things you do to me!" She flailed her head from side to side, her mouth hanging open like an un-oiled gate.
He pressed harder until abruptly her tight, clasping sphincter gave way and popped open, slipping over his stiff middle finger and sucking it up inside the warm, spongy nether hole! She whimpered in pleasureful lust to the unnatural attack on her virgin territory, and flexing the muscles in his arm, Tod sank his thick, intruding finger up into her hot, rubbery rectal depths . . . never stopping . . . until the palm of his sweaty hand kissed the moist crevice of her wide-spread ass cheeks!
"Ooooooh . . . oh, God . . . you drive me crazy! Ohhh . . . make me cum, cum, cum.. . " she chanted mindlessly.
Immediately, she began writhing her smoothly rounded asscheeks back and down onto his impaling finger while he worked it around up inside her buttery, hot depths. Through the velvety partition of tissue deep inside her, Tod felt the ridges of his heavy hardness soaring in and out of her tightly milking cunt, and he began a lewd dual fucking of both fingers and cock as she whimpered beneath him. His young loins were a cauldron ready to blow its lid now, his excruciating cock still bloating inside her as he grunted and strained, reveling in the possession of her hot, mature flesh, increasing the speed and measure of every fucking stroke. Like Neanderthal man humping his mate, he savagely tunneled up into her devouring vagina while his finger drubbed the burning depths of her feverishly clenching rectal hole!
She held him tightly with her strong inner thighs, clamping them high around his waist, slackening them and then clamping them again as she fucked back at him. Her head tossed wildly on the rumpled bedclothes, thrashing like a golden cloud as she bit masochistically at her own lips. He saw her blue eyes begin to roll crazily in their sockets as she tightened and loosened her scissoring grip, winding her shapely legs completely up around him while she waved and undulated her buttocks in woman-crazy salacity, screwing her voracious cunt furiously onto his numbly throbbing cock and her stretched anal mouth over his buried finger! Fuck, his near exhausted young brain screamed. She was there, teetering on the edge, begging to be shoved over! Make it, baby, make it before I bust my balls!
Her lush female body began vibrating under him as if she was run on batteries. She grabbed at his face as the spasms seized her, biting at his shoulders like a little animal, her body arching convulsively up against his to cling there shuddering and quivering. He felt her released cuntal fluids spilling down over his hammering cock, dribbling down her smooth, jerking asscheeks to drench his cum-bursting balls as they battered into the wet crevice.
The sensation of this long awaited, thunderous climax was all Tod needed. He'd made it for her! Now it was his turn to blow his guts out! He burrowed his heavy cock deeper into the searing recesses of her lust-heated cunt, pressing her knees back to her shoulders and doubling her over like a pretzel, while frantically thrusting to reach his own climax. And that wasn't hard to do. She continued to whimper out ecstatic gasps, her quaking belly and thighs caught up in the spasmodic contractions, her unseeing eyes beginning to roll like cats-eye marbles.
"Oh . . . quick . . . cum . . . hurry. . . " Jean wailed, clutching at him to help pull him up over her, until he was almost stretched out straight, his forearms supporting him, his loins even with her open-mouthed face.
She thrust her head upward, her ovaling lips gaping fish-mouthed to capture his wetly glistening cock as she clasped her hands over the cheeks of his tensing buttocks and pulled him down to her, his raging hardness plunging deep into her mouth as if it were another tight cunt! He began to fuck her face with uncontrollable plunges, and she didn't appear to mind one bit. His palpitating cock head going right up her tongue, like a snake finding a warm home, left almost none of his nine inches homeless!
Like set-off dynamite, it exploded, a guttural groan choking him as he felt the scalding, sticky sperm charge from the seething sanctuary of his teenage testicles and begin squirting hotly, steaming into her hungrily sucking mouth and throat! He strained to watch her satiny cheeks expand and hollow to his pumping cock, her Adam's apple bobbing in her hungered swallowing of the hot, flooding gushes. Eagerly, she continued to suck his white hot sperm into the caressing wet softness of her mouth, while her hands clutched at his tensing buttocks and he thrust his cum-spitting cock deeper and deeper into the tender depths of her greedily milking throat.
Once she coughed and sputtered, but quickly regained control, and he shot the last dwindling spurt from the tip of his rapidly deflating penis before he exhaustedly rolled off of her spent body. But Jean had found her joy and reluctantly she continued to suck and nibble, as if trying to draw his life's blood from his body. . . .
Terri's dark eyes were blazing orbs of hateful anger as they fiercely burned on her brother's back door where she had stationed herself, waiting for Tod to step through that portal. She wanted to punch him in the groin, tear his eyes out . . . but that was nothing compared to the animosity she felt for her sister-in-law, the bitch! Oh, she would suffer, righteously!
A shadow slivered over the door as it opened and Terri's fiery eyes leveled on the almost sheepish ones of Tod. She grabbed him by the arm and swung him around.
"What the hell was that all about?" she charged, hissing through clenched teeth. "You were supposed to hurt her, you stupid idiot, not give her a joy ride!"
Never in his young life had a woman raked him over the coals the way Terri was now, and he wouldn't have tolerated such abuse if he'd had the energy. But, man, that sister-in-law was one ball drainer. So he stood there and stared into those burning eyes and watched the snakes coil in their reflections. A hot one, this Terri.
"I knew you were probably a two-timing bastard! Stud, huh!" she flung her chestnut tresses and sneered at him, hands on her slinky hips.
"If you don't like it," he said offhandedly, refusing to be cajoled further, "then slip outta my life, chickie." He tweaked her under the chin with his finger and smiled that crooked grin that tore into her heart.
"Oh, you. . . . " she said repentantly. "You're a hell of a bastard, but you got me whipped."
"Now you're talking, baby. You feel better now you spilled your guts?" He slunk his arm around her waist and pulled her tight to his fatigued groin.
"Not yet.. . " Terri's eyes slitted. "I forgive you, but that bitch I don't. She's going to pay no and right up the ass!"
Tod chuckled. "Hey, you are up-tight. Maybe you better smoke a doobie and calm down. You're in a dangerous mood, sweet buns."
Terri tapped her middle finger against the bee-stung line of her pouting upper lip. She cast a glance over her shoulder at the house. "Since that cunt likes cock so much, I think we'd better give her a meal. I could just spill the whole damn story to Ralph, but I dig the guy for not ratting on me for smoking dope in the church . . . he's a cool head. He doesn't deserve a bitch like her."
"You're out for blood. Hold it down, girl. . . "
"Not blood . . . something better," Terri answered, raising her head to stare into his eyes, the licentious gleam dancing in his own giving him a rousing little charge.
"More . . . you're tickling me between the thighs, girl. Don't stop now!" Again that crooked grin.
"We better get outta here . . . besides, I wanna find Otis. I got a treat for him."
"Otis? That retarded turnip? Huh?"
"Yeah . . . that chick likes boy-cock so much, she's gonna get enough this time." A sheen of sweet revenge broke out on Terri's ill satiny cheeks, her pupils dilated with the expectancy of the hate-filled plan unraveling in her lustful, overactive mind.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thank God for alcohol when the spirit gets low and memory leaves dark traces of sadness to stain the soul.
Jean had lost track of the number of vodka-tonics she'd poured in the past hour; and who could count, really, when the bottom of the glass was never without a few fingers of the soothing, brain-numbing alcohol with that tortured wedge of lime, once squeezed and left to float like flotsam on the ragged shores of her storming mind.
Her nerves were less jangled and frazzled, but nothing could obliterate the memory of her obscene performance with that raggedly dressed Tod . . . some hitchhiker, probably, that Terri had scrapped off the greasy floors of MacDonalds. The fact that she'd been left with no choice but to submit to the grimey character brought her little solace, realizing how she had lustfully reveled in their sexual debauchery.
She cried for awhile, but more in mental torment than the fear of being discovered as a-what had he called it?-child molester? The awful title brought a tear to her blue eyes as she sat before the kitchen window watching the hummingbirds flutter about the hollyhocks.
Her petite hand clasped around the sweating tumble of gin and tonic clenched tighter as she thought bout Ralph. Well, damn him anyway! she thought, straightening. Denying her the child she had wanted and then telling her she was not a woman and laying the blame for their rotten sex life on her. Well, at least she'd proven that point to her own reassurance. God, her thighs were still quivering from the force of her orgasm . . . and the way she had sucked him, maddeningly swallowing his hot sperm! Just thinking about it brought back the vivid piquancy of his taste.
She was a trapped woman . . . trapped by circumstance and trapped by her own guilt. If anybody ever found out about Gordy . . . oh, it was too painful to predict. Ralph would throw her out on her ear and with good cause. She had the irksome feeling she had not seen the last of Tod, and in truth, part of her was not sorry for that threat.
Oh God, she was so confused . . . and with Terri staying another week, Lord knew what would happen! Suddenly, Jean left like a shipwrecked victim on a lonely island with only her own imagination to save her. The anxiety-filled feeling of being trapped in a body that had betrayed her twice sent her into a whirl of self-deprecating thoughts.
But no . . . she must carry on and turn her back on defeat. She would shower and then head down to the shop as if nothing happened.
* * *
Clouds were blowing in from the east, bringing with it the threat of rain. The tennis courts were emptying as a clap of thunder overhead cut short the play time of avid sportsmen. On the baseball field a half dozen boys practiced their game.
A sweater wrapped around her shoulders and an umbrella in hand, Jean stepped out into the suddenly nippy summer air and headed for the shop. Above all, she mustn't let Terri realize that something had ruffled her cool veneer.
Heading around the grocery store on the corner, she nodded curtly to Edward, the delivery boy who was loading up boxes of groceries into the van's body. "Hello, Mrs. Henderson.. . "
She lifted tired, worried eyes and smiled half-heartedly and hunching her shoulders against the wind, continued on down the block to where the familiar scrawl of Henderson's Sporting Goods greeted her eye. Hunching over, she peered a bit tipsily at the 'closed' sign hanging lopsidedly in the door. She straightened, anger rousing her out of the alcohol-induced lassitude.
The little snot was supposed to open up the shop! she thought, ill feelings charging through her toward the girl who had caused her nothing but grief from the day she'd shared a last name with her. Where could she be? Jean flicked her wrist to check the time. It was not quite two o'clock.
On the other side of the door, in the shadows, Tod stood hovering in the shadows filled with blue smoke from the recently cigarette he'd extinguished. Beside him Terri stood tightly pressed and against him trying to see over his shoulder was Otis, a dribble of saliva slipping down his chin.
"She's coming . . . now you all know what to do," hissed Terri in the darkness. We've got to lock the door after her no matter what. Otis, you think you can take care of that?"
"Huh?" he asked stupidly, then nodded his bullish head in a meaningless gesture.
"Soon as she steps inside we grab her, right, babe?" echoed Tod, whispering hotly in Terri's ear, then bathing it in hot swirls that sent the girl's vengeful brain spinning.
The embittered, chestnut-haired girl glared up at the door, her little pink tongue slipping out to lick at her lush, wet lips. "I've never been so positive about anything in my life . . . it's gonna be a high!"
Tod grinned in usual style, that clumsy, stupid, half-apish grin. He reached out and enfolded her litheness against him inside his strong arms and as he did, Terri could smell the man sweat of him. Her firm breasts dug in nipplish hardness into the solid flesh of his chest through her jersey and his T-shirt. He kissed her open-mouthed then, his pot-tainted tongue slipping between her receptive lips to lock with hers. They held that pose for a moment, while Otis covetously watched, rubbing the front of his hugely swollen penis at the provocative sight.
"Damn . . . I could bury it in you right now," he hissed.
Terri pressured her quickly aroused loins tightly up against his swelling hardness, making little undulating motions as his big hands dropped to caress and clutch at the ovals of her rounded buttocks. "Shhhh. . . " she hushed. "She's fumbling with the latch now.. . oh, I see her cussing to herself. That's good, Jeannie, get all hot and bothered, because you're going to get it when you come in!"
Through the glass door the threesome could see the pained, angered expression on the coach's wife's usually beautiful face as she fumbled with a key chain trying to find the right key to fit the lock.
The three were tittering mischievously.
"I can't believe you're so hot after the little show you put on this afternoon," chided Terri, her voice good-natured though the envy was still rife within her blood.
"Ah, shit . . . that was nothin', " Tod amended.
"Good . . . because I want you to fuck her to death, the cheating cunt!"
Tod brushed his lips hotly over hers. "Must run in the family. . . "
"She's not in my family." Terri ground her beautiful jaws together as through the glass pane they watched Jean working at the lock.
Tod chuckled obscenely, letting free of his young girl friend when she shrugged him off, leveling her moody eyes on the door. His ever-ready cock began to strain hurtingly in its denim prison. Man, she was really something, this little fireball. And she was treating him right: serving him her sister-in-law on a platter and making dope money to boot, though that had been his own scam. He twisted around to face Otis, the prematurely jowled retard with the heavy body and light mind.
His piggish eyes bored into Tod's reddened ones. "Am I really gonna get to fuck her?" the oafish boy excitedly questioned for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. The corners of his thick lips were heavy with frothy spittle which he wiped away with the back of his massive hand.
"All the way, Otie!" Terri assured him. "But just the way I tell you, and don't you forget that!"
"Oh, okay." His voice was as thick as his bullish neck and as dense as his feeble brain.
"Poor stupid bastard," muttered Tod under his breath.
Then their attention was lifted to the door once more, where the key was slipped into the lock and with a twist of the knob, the door burst open. Jean's silhouette was stationery for a moment and as they held their breath, trying not to giggle or cough, they heard her call out:
"Terri? Terri, are you in here?" Jean's voice was tinged with apprehension.
Indeed, Jean was sensing an unnerving feeling that something was definitely amiss, and considering the past events of the week's unravelling, she hadn't difficulty assuming it had something to do with her dear little sister-in-law. The alcohol may have numbed her brain, but it left her senses wide open and searching, as were her widened blue eyes scanning the empty shadows of the stores dark interior. Everything was in its proper place, and the cash register appeared to not be tampered with, thank God. Now to discover the excuse of her delinquent in-law's absence.
She stepped into the store's vacuous interior and slammed the door just as a clap of thunder sliced the afternoon skies. The sound startled her, making her jump. She gasped in alarm and then drawing a deep breath, calmed herself and placed her umbrella on the counter and began unwrapping her sweater from the brace of her shoulders. She was feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol, but her adrenalin was working overtime, making her a bit jumpy and suspicious.
"Terri. . . "she called out again, craning her neck to see if the errant girl was playing tricks on her and hiding in the back. Wouldn't that be just like the little snip, though.. .
"Ha, ha, ha. . . . " The sound came from the depths of a catacomb, the deep throated, awesome laugh of a mad man.
There followed a hushing sound, and the hair on the back of Jean's neck stood out in pricklish relief. "W-who's there. . . ? " Her voice was apprehensive, fearful, pleading.. . a fact that brought a wickedly pleased smile to Terri's rosebud lips. "Where are you, Terri.. . ? " More firm this time. "For god sakes answer, I know you're in here. Quit playing games with m-Aaaahhhheeeiiir
A hulking shadow loomed out at her, engulfing her like the arms of a giant octopus strangling her. Her arms shot up, hands and fingers clawing at the meaty hulk of an impossible huge arm clamped about her neck, cutting off her air supply. Those same strong arms were effortlessly picking her up off her feet like she was so much newspaper, a salty tasting hand tightly clamped over her mouth! She felt her legs kicking futilely in the air, wind milling uselessly, her hands clawing again at the one covering her mouth, keeping her scream within her chest.
"Drag her to the back, Otie!" a male voice, another familiar sound ordered as she was being hauled backwards, heels dragging over the slickly polished linoleum floor. Struggle and kick and bite as she tried, nothing could extricate her from the hulking giant who'd taken possession of her body. He dragged her effortlessly through the exit to the storeroom beyond, her heels bumping over the door-jam. Suddenly she was dumped like so much garbage on the cold floor of the storeroom, thrown prone on . . . what was this a pile of blankets? Now were had those come from her mind wondered dazedly, trying to make sense out of it all. She lay there fearing the worst . . . a burglar? A sex maniac? Oh, God, who could it be?
She blinked in the dark shadows, then cowered into the blanket on the floor as a ear buzzing thunder clap ravished the skies outside. She stared into the faces of Tod . . . and Terri!
"Wh-what's the meaning of this?" she whimpered, staring up into the beautifully wicked face of her sister-in-law.
"Shuddup, bitch. . . ! " Terri's knife edged voice spat down at her as she towered above Jean, legs spread, hands on her hips like something from the Story of O.
"From here on out, sister-in-law, you keep your mouth shut until I ask for an answer. Otie's got a hell of a mean punch, and I'd hate to see that pretty face of yours black and blue for Ralph when he gets home. Ralph . . . remember him? Or have you been so busy fucking and sucking little boys that you've forgotten that my brother is your husband?" A snarl curdled the teenager's upper lip and with the toe of her shoe, she gave her sister-in-law a kick in the leg.
Jean recoiled, her hand shooting down to grab the wounded leg. "You little snot. . . "she began through clenched teeth. "You wait. . . you just wait until Ralph gets home. So help me God, I'll have you sent to juvie if I have to, but you won't get away with this!"
"Yeah? We'll see about that, child molester." The girl spat down at the captured woman. "And how do you think the school board is going to react when they find out the coach's wife has been perverting their kids, huh?"
God, how could a girl be so evil? The unbelievably vicious tone to Terri's voice made Jean's blood run cold. Yes, she was caught in a trap, and there was no extricating herself from this self-created inveiglement. She strained to look up into the girl's deep, brown eyes . . . saw them dilated and drugged, vengeful and smoldering with hate.
"Cock! Boy-cock. . . young cock, that's your hang-up, Jean! Oh, I watched you yesterday in there with Gordy." She spun around to point to the shower. "I was up on those boxes watching you two put on a show. Congratulations, Jeannie, baby . . . you managed to pervert one of the town's prize youths."
"Ohhhh, you're terrible!" whimpered Jean, feeling as if her head were about to split from the agony of the situation she had created for herself.
"So it's cock you crave, and it's cock I'm going to give you, baby . . . so much cock you might blow a screw in that uptight, kinky head of yours! Boy cock . . . you should love that, darling. . . " she added in an exaggerated Taluola Bankhead tone. "Plus a little bit of little girl pussy. How does that strike you, Jeannie?" she chided cruelly. "You're gonna suck me too. . . " Then, snapping her fingers, the curvy tyrant cried: "Strip her boys!"
Whimpering in fear-filled, overwhelming shock, Jean felt hungry hands tearing at her clothes systematically, peeling them from her quivering body, ripping off buttons. They pulled and jerked until they were shreds, making her toss on the pile of blankets like a helpless, rubber doll, until suddenly she was naked. Totally naked. Her arms shot up to hide her nakedly shivering breasts, but hands were working there, too, pulling them free. The two strippers hiding in the shadows of the sunless afternoon were breathing heavily above her as she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling, trying to blot out the shuddering reality that was her fate. Then, as if in an Excedrin ad, Terri's vengeance-contorted face reappeared to glare down at her.
"I tried to be friends with you, Jean, even listened to you call me a slut over that stupid magazine and the joint. I tried to be your friend for Ralph's sake . . . but after Gordy and then Tod yesterday . . . you just hung yourself, Jeannie, baby. And you're going to pay!" Her beautiful, full lips twisted into a pretzel of disdainful hatred. "Now for Ralph and myself, comes retribution! Boy-cock . . . your favorite sport!" She glanced around abruptly and snapped her fingers. "Get naked, Otie. Mrs. Henderson the coach's wife would like to see what prize you got hid in that cracker jack box!"
Tod's lewd under-the-breath chuckle reached Jean as she cringed with near-petrified shame in her vulnerable nakedness on the pile of blankets beneath their vicious and lustful eyes! And in those shadows, she couldn't help but fix her attention on the huge young teenager kicking off his clothing in a clumsy, hasty manner.
Otis, wasn't it? God, he was such a dirty slob, such a poor, hapless fool! How could Terri have been so selfishly cruel as to have involved him in her wicked, contemptuous games! God, and then she saw it.. . the impossible thick trunk of his hardened penis beaming out from almost fat-hidden loins in ominous preview of what was to come! A terrifying shudder chilled the captive wife's stripped flesh. She gasped out and clamped her hands over her nudity in a futile gesture of defense. She gasped out, drawing her thighs reflexively together in the protective tightness, her mouth dropping loosely open in awesome disbelief!
Terri, too, was gawking at the inhumanly large stalk of hardened male cock flesh for the first time. Lord, but the guy was hung: Like a bull, an elephant, a dinosaur! The mere sight of it whipped her breath from her lungs Mother in heaven, it couldn't be for real! He a split a mare wide open with that thing! Holy shit. . . maybe I'd better call him off! I don't want to be put up for murder!
Otis was lumbering forward, holding the long, thick wagging pole as if the weight of it had to be lifted in order to maintain his: balance. He managed his way flat-footed around to stand at Jean's feet, gazing down at her locked ankles while she gaped at the menacing sight of him with growing panic.
"D-do I fuck her now, Terri?" he questioned dumbly in a lewdly excited, nasal tone. Again that dribble of spittle that caused the ever-present rash around his mouth, was making its way down his fat chin.
"Oh, my Gawd, Terri . . . have mercy!" Jean breathlessly pleaded. "Have you lost your mind? You don't know what you're doing!"
"Listen to you," chided Terri, sneering down at her sister-in-law. "Now who's asking for forgiveness? But let me tell you something, sister, you better keep your trap shut or dear Ralph is gonna hear about you and Gordy and God knows how many other little boys you've been sucking off!" She wore the mask of victory as she gazed down with fiery eyes at the cowering figure of her naked in-law on the blankets, shivering there in the shadows like a trapped animal. The image filled the young girl with a sense of sadistic power.
"And there's Tod to add to your list of fuckables. . . don't forget that!" Terri, vividly recalling the sight of Jean making joyous love to her boy friend filled her with a punch drunk sense of retribution that knew no bounds. "Go ahead, Otie . . . Fuck her!" she burst then, flailing her chestnut hair around to face the oafish looking retard who stood drooling over the nakedly supine body of Jean Henderson.
The dim-witted teenager grinned and nodded, dropping down onto his thick knees like a huge, shapeless mass of rippling suet, the length of his blood-fed cock waving before Jean's widened blue eyes as he used his puffy hands to grasp her slender ankles.
"Come on, dear sister-in-law," spat Terri, her cheeks flushed with emotion, "spread your legs like you did for Gordy!"
"Yeah, Mrs. Henderson . . . you gotta spread yer legs apart," Otis exclaimed with imbecilic enthusiasm, easily parting them as if they were the well roasted legs of a Thanksgiving turkey.
"Noooo . . . oh, no, please don't!" Jean whimpered in trembling dread, her gaping, fear-filled eyes fixed on the bloated rubbery head of his huge, purple-tipped hardness nearly all-exposed from the thick sheath of its foreskin. "Help me, Terri.. . Tod . . . God almighty, somebody stop him from-oh, Jesus." Her eyes leveled on his monstrously thick penis, the eye of which seeped with a pearl of pre-cum, dangling there evilly. "He'll kill me!"
"You got the idea, honey!" snapped Terri.
In a flash, both teenagers dropped down on either side of the cowering, captive wife, pinning her arms beneath their weight, with their knees, then reached down to offer helping hands as they caught one of her shapely tanned legs behind her dimpled knee, assisting Otis in spreading and drawing them apart and back. The coach's hapless wife cried out and Tod clamped his sweaty hand over her mouth as the unprepared pink crevice of her blonde, hair-nestled pussy burst into clear view before the feebleminded boy.
A dribble of spittle tumbled down his naked chin to drip onto Jean's exposed genitals, and she thought she would die from the humiliation of it! Oh, God, how could they be so hateful, so cruel? What had she ever done to deserve this?
"Get those legs back and up higher, you bitch!" hissed Terri into her sister-in-law's face, her young dark eyes snappily feasting on the delectable proximity of Jean's rounded, white breast with its strawberry nipple perky and alert, so near to her own face. "I want you to feel every inch of Otie's cock, and sister," she said, flinging her hair over her shoulder, "that's gonna be one cunt full!"
In absolute panic, Jean gaped at her husband's little sister through terror-widened eyes. Could it be actually happening to her . . . this horrifying rape at the hands of three teenagers? And Terri.. . how could she be so full of hate? Then she couldn't make sense of anything as suddenly her restrained legs were levered obscenely up and back until her breasts were flattened by the pressure of her knees nearly touching her shoulders. The humiliation of being forced into such an exposed position was devastating. Her beautiful face contorted in anguish as muscles all through her trembling body seemed painfully stretched and achingly taut. The flat plane of her vulnerably exposed genitals with the hairy mouth of her vagina as the target was presented up in lewd sacrifice to the shuffling young retard! Oh, God, they couldn't have chosen a worse punishment! the sight of the feeble-minded boy was repulsive, with his piggish, deep-set eyes and fat jowls and dribbling mouth.
Excitation of an evil brand rippled through Terri as she watched Otis grin down slobberingly in slow-witted lust at Jean's lewdly displayed pussy. Slowly, as was his fashion, he stroked his immense cock with both hands, as in ritualistic preparation for the impending assault on the cringing pink pussy-crevice before him. Retardedly, his huge, flabby body began to sway on his knees, beads of salty perspiration already beginning to ooze out on the fish-belly whiteness of his skin. He shuffled in closer, working his elephantine penis in lurid circles with both hands, as if he were going to drill it up into her helpless cunt!
Jean looking down through her widespread thighs, thought she might faint or be sick from the sight of that penile log with its oozing eye advancing torturously closer, inch by excruciating inch, toward her openly exposed cunt. Her blue eyes, still blurred from the alcoholic excesses, locked on the incredibly huge cock about to worm into her unready vagina and rip up into her in vicious and vengeful rape of her married body. God, anything that big would have to split her apart . . . and why, oh God, why didn't he prepare her first? And there was nothing she could to stop him . . . them . . . only lay there and take the punishment fate was delving out to her. They would all use her in whatever obscene fashion they wished, that was obvious.
"Wait, Otie!" Tod suddenly interrupted. "Lick her cunt first! Go on, you were tellin' me the other day how bad you wanted to lick pussy . . . eat cunt juice . . . and believe me, that lady's got a gallon of it!"
Terri turned dourly sour at that remark and with a vengeful twist of the wrist, made Jean cry out in pain.
"Oh, stop . . . please . . . don't hurt me anymore . . . I'll do anything you want, Terri.. . just stop hurting me!" she bleated.
"Too late for that, dear sister-in-law. We're going all the way with this one!"
Otie cast a stupefied gaze at Terri who nodded impatiently for him to continue with the ravishment.
"Do it, Otie!" Terri lustfully cried. "Tongue her good . . . chew her clit off!"
Unhesitantly, slobberingly, the overgrown hunk of man flesh worked backwards and dropped his bullish head, his teeth abruptly biting into the soft white flesh of Jean's rippling belly. His breathing began to sound harsh as his wet thick tongue taunted her flinched navel, cleaning it, then began following the soft path of light gossamer gold hair down to the fleshy outer lips of her recoiling pussy. He quickly spread the resilient, hair-fringed folds with fat fingers, and with a greedy liquid suck of his rubbery lips, drew the tiny pink bud of her Jean's clitoral bud wetly up into his mouth! He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his incisor teeth, feeling it immediately jerk erect to his sensuous taunting.
The restrained fear-stricken young wife, pinioned down painfully with her arms held over her head under the excruciating pressure of hateful bodies, clenched her eyes tightly shut against the spontaneous whirlpools of sensation that went stabbing wildly through her sensitive genitals and soft, empty belly. She gasped against Tod's hand clamped over her mouth once more, inwardly fighting with every ounce of strength against the immediate betrayal of her nerve-sizzling body. She tried to think of Ralph and the love she possessed for him . . . and of the humiliating debasement his own younger sister was responsible for bringing vengefully down on her for whatever reason . . . a reason that was too painful to admit to herself, even in this masochistic moment of self-revelation. But there was no thinking or reasoning now. . . .
Otis' thick, wet tongue had snaked forward, burrowing up into her tingling cuntal hole like a slithering snake! The impulsive shock rippled shatteringly along her spine to the base of her skull, finally saturating her brain to trickle through her nerve ends and along the fiery ends of her synapses to spread through her nakedly trembling body. Her defenseless loins lurched and jerked involuntarily as if in rigor mortis, sucking the flicking tongue inside her dilating vaginal mouth from its roots! Again, sensuous lust of a masochistic sort began to irresistibly take charge, driving all fear and obstinacy from Jean's susceptible body!
Vaguely, she realized how quickly and easily her so-called self control had been ripped away by his burning, salaciously burrowing tongue . . . yes, even in his imbecilic repugnance he could fire her sexual switch until she would go mindless with the need to climax, with the need to find fulfillment in sex, something she had been wrongfully denied with her dear, sweet husband. The thought came down upon her brain like a mental storm, bringing a gush of tears to her watering eyes. First it was Gordy she had felt vulnerable with, then Tod . . . and now this slobbery idiot drooling between her defenselessly spread legs. Lord, where would it stop . . . this sizzling need to reach the apex of sexuality? Where . . . when . . . and would it ever?
The lumbering mass of fatty flesh raised up then and her widespread loins began to undulate searchingly below, her now hungeringly roused pussy trying to find that long, thick, elephantine cock that was going to fill her suddenly craving belly and fill the need raging within her betraying body.
Both Terri and Tod were experiencing an unholy stage of mounting excitation as the bulging, purple-knobbed head of Otis' huge cock found Jean's tightly pulsating vaginal mouth, a mere flick of lint compared to the raging pole of his penis. Spellbound, they watched him move it around for a moment, splaying the layered pink edges of pussy flesh as he tormentingly thrust it between the swollen lips. Then, with a sudden flick of his mid-bulk, he forced his blood-filled cock head brutally into the round, elasticized hole, visibly stretching the tight, resisting lips almost to the bursting point.
Jean's blonde head tossed wildly as Tod clamped his hand harder over her mouth to muffle the scream shrieking from her tortured throat.
A nasal "Aaaaammmfff!" managed to escape from her nostrils, her blue eyes watering from the pain of his abrupt entry that felt as if a log had been shoved up into her belly, a dry, scraping log, leaving slivers of pain in its wake.
But Otis hardly heard her cry as both Terri and Tod brutally clutched her wide-held legs in a tighter grip and with a crushing thrust, he plowed his massive cock-meat deep up into her desperately resisting cuntal hole, pushing fluid ripples of raw pink flesh in painful waves before it!
Jean jerked convulsively as the enormous penile log raced up into her shocked belly like a Viking battering ram hammering warrior-like against the gates of the castle, crying for entry and then demanding it. Ripples of pink, raw, sensitive flesh being pulled in with the brutal force of his entry. The solid, mushroom-like head battered and ripped at every inch of tender flesh before it, bursting the breath from her to stuff the expanded hole of her cunt until she was sure she could feel it jabbing and throbbing between her breasts!
Tears of rage, humiliation and a score of unholy emotions streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her blinking eyes to dampen the wisps of short, blonde hair at her temples. The excruciating agony between her legs burned and tore at her flesh . . . yet she could not stop it. Unhesitatingly, the lust-crazed, sex-starved hunk of protoplasm began to fuck in and out of her, never looking at her face, his bugging, piggish eyes fixed vacantly on her wide-stretched vagina where his bull-like cock was fucking with furious torture into her.
Jean felt his bloated, sperm-filled balls smacking flatly and punishingly up between the uptilted cheeks of her buttocks and at the same time drumming a lewd, rhythmic tattoo down against her tiny, unprotected anal button, suddenly raising incredible, masochistic impulses to crawl upward along her spine! If she managed to live through this, she would never forgive Terri for this brutal outrage!
Then her eyes popped wide when she felt a small, soft hand caressing the sensitive flesh of her right breast, her leg being relieved by the pressure restraining it so that the resilient mound of cantaloupe flesh could peak beneath the warm, stroking little hand!
CHAPTER NINE
The feel of that soft, petite hand massaging the firm mound of her up-thrust breast was in such sweet contrast to the ravishing log thrust up into her tender cuntal flesh, that Jean Henderson unwittingly gave out a sigh of relief beneath the sweaty, salty-tasting hand clamped over her mouth.
Without having to look, Jean knew it was Terri churning that sensitive mound of flesh, gently squeezing and kneading it, teasing its tiny nipple to send new, lewdly charged excitation racing through her captive body! There seemed to be a mutual agreement between her tormentors, for now Tod was releasing the pressure on her other leg to massage her left breast in maddening intensity. There was a blur of motion and then Jean sucked in her breath gasping for both Terri and Tod fell into a cadence of wild tonguing and sucking of her sensitive breasts! She held her legs back on her own volition now, so that the slobbering teenager's painfully beautiful cock could burrow right up into the building cauldron heat of her widely stretched cunt! It was reaming and smashing in a juggernaut cadence in and out of her pain-lessening vagina, kindling a fire of friction that could only flame and burst into overwhelming ecstasy before it had finished! The sensation was like two kindling sticks being rubbed together to ignite the flame.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Jeannie baby?" Terri's sarcastic voice suddenly hissed up into her sister-in-law's slackened face. "All that wonderful boy-cock stuffing your married pussy hole?" Then her beatific grin gave way to an evil sneer, and she clenched her teeth when she said it: "Answer me, you bitch!"
Terri's hand never left its lewdly placed position where she continued to knead and massage the older woman's swollen white breast. "I wanted to hear you say that," she smiled crookedly. "I want to hear it from your own mouth . . . but this is only the beginning, girl. Terri's got more good news for you, so that when you cum it'll be like the whole fucking universe is exploding. You want that don't you, Jeannie, baby. . . you want to blast off to the moon the way you never let yourself with my brother!"
"Oooooohhh . . . God . . . yes . . . blast me off . . . use me! Do anything you want with me!" chirped Jean in a sudden burst of emotion that came from the depth of her tortured soul. "I'm sorry for everything I s-said to you, Terri . . . honest I am." Oh, that hand massaging her breast-that small, lovely hand was getting to her. "Just make me cum . . . just once. . . "
"Once? Huh!" burst Terri sadistically. "You're gonna cum so many times you'll be swimming in it," said the young girl evilly, though it sounded far from evil in Jean's ears.
Jean whimpered pathetically in sizzling lust, lifting her cock-impaled cunt higher to meet Otis' massive lumber, its huge blood-bloated head gouging and boring into her fire-filled belly with breathtaking pleasure.
"I think she's ready for it now!" Terri exclaimed over to Tod in heated excitement, both of them quickly getting to their feet to pull at their clothing as they watched spellbound Otis' horrendous penis wetly fucking into the captive wife!
Terri's eyes were two coiled snakes as she glanced down at her teenager lover who was just then lowering his denims over his thighs to expose the solid length of his jutting cock-flesh. Slowly, she raised her eyes to smile at him in anticipated excitement. "Tell Otis to stop now. Make him lie down on his back so that the bitch can straddle him. I wanna see her ride his fat belly . . . I wanna see her get fucked to Goddamned death by his cock!"
"Christ, babe . . . she can't take that dinosaur's fuck-stick that way? I mean it'll-"
Terri's luscious upper lip curdled in a sneer. Her lips bared her teeth. "I'm the one running the show, remember? Tell him!"
"Sure, babe. . . " Tod's one-sided grin obscenely covered his face. "It's your party, chick. I'm just a tool to be used."
"Huh . . . you poor thing you," she chided coldly. "I've seen you being used. . . "Her eyes fell on Jean's writhing body. "I saw you, all right . . . and I don't want to remember it."
On cue, the shaggy-haired, mustached teenager did his bidding, giving Otis the instructions as to how to maneuver about so that his thick penis never left the warm hole of the captive coach's wife's cunt.
Jean was hesitant to move about, but a quick slap on her buttocks by Terri's firm hand brought her to compliance. Then she crawled astraddle the mountain of flab sprawled on the floor beneath her, the piggish eyes unblinkingly leveled on her naked genitals. He guided rather clumsily the great tower of cock-flesh straight into the wide, hairy split of her feverish genitals, down, down, down into the warm, velvety hole of her hungering vagina and raging belly!
"Unnnnggghhhh!" Jean gasped in alarm from the feel of his meaty pole tunneling up into her cunt, gouging into her sensitive, nerve-filled cervix. Her hips and buttocks worked obscenely to absorb the overgrown rod of sinewy body-flesh. Dear God, she'd never believed a male could get that far up into a woman's body without cleaving her in half!
"Now it's your turn, hot balls," Terri hissed at her young lover. "Crawl right up in there nice and tight! I wanna see every inch of your cock fucking her asshole until it bleeds! But first I wanna get it ready for you . . . boy, do I wanna get it ready for you!"
With Tod kneeling up behind her, wedging h is way between the slowly spreading flesh of Otis' huge legs to stretch Jean's impossibly stretched white thighs unmercifully, both Terri and her lover gaped at the grotesquely stretched pink mouth of the coach's wife's now frothing cunt. The ragged lips were spread wide as a hungering baby's mouth ready to take the breast. White, creamy foam splattered the ragged lips, blood-swollen and hardened with lust. For a stupefied moment, neither could tear his eyes from the massive shaft of rigid cock flesh hammering up into that hole as her taut, smoothly rounded buttocks pumped lewdly up and down in omnivorous, man-eating hunger. The mass of blubbery flesh at the thick base of the feeble minded teenager's red and shining rod was moist from Jean's cuntal secretions spilling over him to dribble down and coast his heavy sacs of hair-covered testicles that belonged to an elephant, rather than on the body of an eighteen-year-old boy. Her tiny, crinkled anus so pink and defenseless and virginal, was already damp and gaping from the position Jean was kneeling in.
Terri moved her slender middle finger over one ovaled ass-cheek into the smooth crevice, tracing it downward toward the sensitive, puckered lips until she touched it. She felt it working beneath her gentle caresses, then tightly resist her applied pressure, finally giving way with a popping sound as the evilly scheming brunette pressed with wicked persistence, her finger slipping obscenely up into the soft rubbery depths. New gasps broke from Jean's slackened lips in a surprised scream of agony.
"Ooooohh . . . no . . . please . . . it hurts!" she gurgled as the unexpected pressure momentarily robbed her of the pleasure Otis' burrowing cock was giving her.
"Christ," Tod blurted. "I don't know how you expect me to get my cock up that tight asshole!"
"Don't worry, honey . . . I'll give the bitch a workout!"
Wild and crazy thoughts were ricocheting around in Jean's miasmaed brain. Yes . . . this was the way to resolve her agonies . . . to give in to her young tormentor and experience the pain that was due her. She had done terrible wrongs and this was her just dessert. Besides, God only knew what this hellish child's imagination would conjure up in the way of torture. To submit and be freed, her masochistic yearnings cried. That is the only way. . . .
Eyes clenched shut against the pain of the finger raping her anus, Jean's own breathing fell to raggedness, wild sensations of masochistic desire racing over her naked flesh as at the same time Terri felt the spongy heat of Jean's inner rectal muscles start to clutch at her routing middle finger buried to the palm of her small hand. It amused her that her snooty sister-in-law was frantically groveling in the torture, her toiling white buttocks slamming back onto the finger as she began to whimper and moan.
Terri glanced excitedly up at Tod. "Come on, baby. . . let's give the cunt a workout. Get your finger in there, too!"
It didn't require much prodding to bring the teenager into the act, and as Terri drew her finger nearly out of the stretched ovaled mouth of Jean's little anus, Tod's pressed against it, the tip worming beyond the sphincter lips, and together they thrust up into the feverish, rubbery depths! They both heard Jean's choking bleat and felt her naked body lurch forward before their double invasion, but that hardly lessened their brutal rectal assault. Unmercifully, they finger-fucked deep up into that hot rectal hole, drubbing and massaging the tight, grasping walls, the feel of each other's lustfully buried finger as well as Otis' huge cock charging up into her cunt lasciviously firing both naked teenagers.
While Jean gasped out, Terri suddenly reached for Tod's blue-veined cock, gesturing with a quick nod of her head. Together, they withdrew their buried fingers against the withholding suction pulling at them and the muscular youth kneed up closer while the naked, chestnut-haired girl manipulated his swollen penis with her hand. Near-breathless at the feel of his manly flesh being massaged and kneaded to hardness in the girl's pumping hand, Tod watched bug-eyed, then gasped with delight, as Terri rubbed the hot tip of it against Jean's moist cunt lips where Otis was thrusting wildly up into her plunging loins.
"Hold her still for a minute, Otie!" commanded Terri, and slowly her order registered with the goatishly fucking body straining beneath. "That's it! Hold her still! Put your ass up in the air, Jeannie . . . higher!"
Jean did, heavy gushes of breath passionately bursting from her laboring lungs, causing her hanging breasts to sway above the retarded youth lying naked under her, his whalish body spread out on the floor beneath her. The weight of her dangling breasts gave her a delightful sensation, just as his huge, hard cock had become as it crammed up into her burning loins and fervently churned in her belly.
Jean had no concept of what was happening . . . what they were going to do next to her, but the waves of masochistic pleasure continued to fill her lust-charged body in the knowledge that there would surely be some wicked little delight yet to come in this sadistic, sexual punishment.
"Now, when I press it open, you push!" ordered Terri, worming the tip of Tod's swollen cock into the tiny anal lips centered between Jean's widespread, taut buttocks. Then, Terri used both hands to grasp into the smooth white ovals of her sister-in-law's ass-cheeks, pressing at one and pulling at the other, straining the twin mounds wildly apart until the slavishly positioned captive wife's inflamed little anus popped open like a baby's pursed lips. "Now, lover . . . shove your cock up her asshole!"
Tod gasped, partially in excitation and partially in apprehension. This was going to be a tough one! He was riding on a fantastic high, up there with Jupiter and the stares and black holes. He kneed closer and thrust forward with his smacking loins, watching the expanding oval of her tiny asshole stretch and give before the thick rubbery head of his pressuring cock, the painful tightness making him wonder if it wasn't going to rip off his foreskin!
"Aaaaaeeeeiiiii!" yelled Jean with due cause, unprepared for this horrible rape. "Stop! It hurts.. . oh God, it hurts too much!"
For a moment, Tod hung there, only his cock head penetrating inside the salaciously stretched opening to the depths of its coronal rim.
"Do it, you idiot! Fuck her ass!" panted Terri, her lust-incited eyes ablaze. "Go on, lover! Fuck her ass!"
Jean's mind was a red hot blaze of excruciating confusion and helplessness. She knew the moment she felt that horrible relentless pressure f his hardened bulbous head pushing painfully against her once tiny anus, and she gaped unseeingly while it brutally wormed into her there in splitting agony. Red flickers of light danced before her eyes and for a minute she thought she might faint from the agony of it. Torment spread through her brain, numbing her body, and momentarily numbing her cunt against the delicious penetration of Otis' burrowing penis that moments before had brought her spurts of bliss.
"Aaaaauuuuggghhhh . . . ooohhh!" she choked, twisting frantically in an effort to spit his torturous cock from her penis-split anus. Useless. Futile. Her every move only seemed to impale it deeper within her invaded bowels, for with every buck and lurch, Tod's merciless hardened rod of male flesh skewered her that much depeer into her desperately expanding rectum!
"Hold her, Otis!" Terri charged. "Hold her right down tight to you!"
Gasping, Jean twisted to steal a peek back at the shaggy-mustached teenager clutching sadistically at her thighs, worming his burning hard cock slowly and relentlessly up into her helpless nether hole without a whisper of regret. Then Otis got greedy and hauled her down tight against his flabby flesh, forcing her luridly spread buttocks higher into the air to unwillingly help the searing rod fucking into her there. It's throbbing, oozing head tunneled through the warm spongy flesh before? it, until finally with one furious, buttock-flattening lunge, he had sunk the whole bloated length of it into her.
Jean struggled for breath, mindless now with the excruciating pain. God, she'd never be the same again with the way their huge, blood-fed gluttonous cocks were hammering into her tender, twin orifices, filling her belly with fire. Below, Otis began to fuck up into her cunt in rhythm to Tod's brutal sodomizing, and between the two of them their cocks sparred and punched at the tender membrane separating her vaginal canal from her rectal one. She tried to hold herself in a deathly stillness between them as they began to saw mercilessly in and out of her. In and out.. . in and out, unceasingly their teenage cocks thrust and withdrew, until she began to sense their hot teenage thicknesses competing in a contest for her body.
"Unnnnhhh . . . oooohhhh . . . ooooohhh!" Jean moaned out hysterically, the unbelievable pain becoming weirdly pleasurable and temptingly tolerable. She began to move back and down with her cock-stretched passages seething in offered welcome to their hard young cocks!
"Fuck her . . . ram it to the bitch!" cheered Terri from the sidelines, her young brown eyes fixed in lustful passion on the lurid sight of their raging hardness soaring wetly and noisily up into the stretched, intimate holes of her sister-in-law's naked body!
The chestnut haired teenager knelt in her own exciting nakedness with her tingling thighs spread conveniently open, one small hand caressing the firm, white mounds of her hardened nippled breasts, while the other gently stroked between the flushed lips of her curl-lined cunt, fingering her straining little clitoris in its warm wet bath of desire-released juices. Her sensuously fired eyes were fixed but a few scant inches from the pair of wildly pummeling cocks ramming into the pinkness of Jean's wetted vagina and stretched rectum. This was all her very own doing! A feeling of revenge almost fulfilled glowed hotly inside Terri as she gaped open-mouthed at the rhythm of fucking the boys had at last struck between them. She saw the hair-fringed edges of Jean's pink inner cuntal walls clinging to Otis' immense stalk of male flesh pulling down out of her, then disappearing when he thrust wildly up into her soft belly. The same lewd sight was visible with Tod's purple-veined cock sucking out of her tiny rectal eye, tugging the tight coral ridges of her tightly clasping anus with it, only to vanish again as he lunged until his semen-bloated balls drubbed into the small crevice between her milk-white ass-cheeks!
Oh Jesus! Had a bitch ever been fucked better, harder and harder? God, it was enough to make her jealous.
Now was the moment to lift the curtain on this little show of debauchery. On hands and knees, Terri crawled down to face her sister-in-law. Jean's breath was bursting from her lungs, the full white mounds of her pink nip-pled breasts rippling and quivering before the savage fucking Tod and Otis were pounding into her with wet, naked sounds that ricocheted off the storeroom walls in lewd echoes of lust. Her long blonde hair hung in disarray.
Then Terri got to her feet and spread her legs to move closer over Otis' face, her eyes gleaming in vengeful lust. She spread her thighs wider and partially squatted in an obscene Indian fashion, watching the slow, understanding expression flickering over Jean's pretty face. With both small hands, her knees slightly bent in their lurid stance, Terri spread open the flesh lips of her steaming pussy, exposing the bedewed pink flesh of her inner cunt with all of its raw enticement to her sister-in-law's inflamed eyes.
"Lick it, you bitch. . . " hissed the teenager, thrusting her naked young loins closer to Jean's awestruck face. "Lick my cunt.. .suck it good!"
No! She could never do that! Never!
"I said lick my cunt, you fucking bitch!" The bad seed in Terri was sprouting.
Mind-destroying impulses of fright screamed through Jean's emotionally charged body from the ravaging, teenage cocks burning up into its very core with sadistic fury. Long past she had lost all control. . . one more little sin could not possible matter, in objective terms, if heaped onto the pile of her transgressions . . . could it?
The masochistic pain-pleasure they were mercilessly drenching her convinced her that that there was nothing left to strike a new note of unnatural thrills within her . . . but she was wrong. The naked sight of Terri's rounded hips, her soft white belly and thrusting, firm breasts jutting forth as the slaving young wife raised her head, was like the sweetness of frosting on a cake. She hungrily stared with curiosity at Terri's dark, curl-framed loins between the smooth rounded whiteness of her spread thighs, and the delicious young cunt her husband's sister held splayed out for a delectable feast. Only for a minute did Jean visually digest the intoxicating sight, her eyes riveted on the vibrant, tense clitoris and the pink, flowered petals of inner lips which seemed to quiver as did the small mouth of the girl's moist cunt!
She reached out then, telling herself she must do this for Ralph's sake, poor dear Ralph her faithful husband who would be shocked to death by the happenings going on in his absence. She smoothed her hands upward along the backsides of Terri's trembling thighs to the fleshy mounds of her full buttocks, and clutching them drew the girl closer. Jean buried her face into the moist, aromatic crevice, feeling the warm viscid moisture as she sucked and nibbled at the tiny clitoris, sensing Terri's spasming hips give themselves passionately to her! Eagerly, the mind-bent Jean laved the hair-fringed softness with her licking, lashing tongue, while the punishing, swollen cocks fought in her belly, drubbing against each other and against her innards.
Small, insistent hands came down to entwine themselves in Jean's long blonde hair. Jean thrust her stretched tongue up into the hotly clutching vagina, tasting its delicate, passion-tainted secretions, then flicked her tongue-tip into the little split of her urethra before returning to the quivering hardness of her tiny clitoral bud to suck and lick the gasping teenager toward climax.
Clutching at the soft luxury of blonde hair, her straining body quaking and trembling violently, Terri ground her cunt against her sister-in-law's face, feeling her cuntal lips clasp the woman's thrusting tongue. Tongue, tongue, tongue everywhere easily tripped her orgasm like the switch of a light, nearly gelling her bent knees as she clung to the head and buried face, wild convulsions of sensual enchantment screaming up through her naked loins and belly to the whirling mass of her brain!
"Oooooooohhhhhhh . . . I-I-I-'m cummmmming!" she wailed, but never released the head lewdly clutched between her spread, trembling thighs as again and again the lashing tongue and sucking lips carried her through a series of vengeful, mind-blowing orgasms that gushed from the mouth of her woman in syrupy stickiness, bathing her sister-in-law's lust contorted face in thick, juicy dribbles.
That did it for Jean! She licked at the pouting pussy lips licking up the juices like a dutiful mother cat. "Aaaahhh. . . . " a scream tore from her throat and she released her hold on Terri's genitals. "Fuck me . . . harder . . . harder . . . split me in half!" she cajoled, urging her rapists on as she mentally pictured their total ravishment of her defenseless body, the salaciously debauched vision driving her toward a thunderous vortex of climatic release. God, it was dirty and horrible and disgusting . . . and oh, so heavenly!
Furiously they fucked into her while she licked at her cunt-smeared lips, the mounting, entrancing bliss of it, the hands savagely gripping and clutching at her naked flesh lustfully enslaving her as she lay completely and helplessly impaled on two gluttonous cocks that seemed to be trying to eat her insides out. Her imprisoned brain reeled on the verge of oblivion. The tremendous wave of release was striking against the ragged cliffs of her psyche, driving her upward, upward, up to the total darkness of nothingness!
"N-nowwww! Oh . . . Gawd! Do it! Shove it in me . . . I'm cummmming!"
Tod began to mouth foul obscenities under the bush of his mustache while Jean felt the thick boiling liquid of his raging young sperm shoot deep up into her back passage in good timing with her own orgasm frantically seizing her, sending racking spasms of erotic pleasure sweeping through her! She could feel every squirting contraction of his long, thick cock as it jerked out its load of hot cum deep up into the depths of her intimate rectal organs!
Otis, breathing nasally, began to whimper and Jean thrust her trembling buttocks and still spasming body down hungrily, her breathing heaving from her lungs as his huge, pumping cock began spitting an animalish stream of thick, hot semen up into the furthest recesses of her quaking belly! She felt her own orgasmic fluids blending and puddling with his, an almost insane convulsion of enchantment bathing her as she began to cum again, as if to bring down the final curtain in a dynamic convulsion of lustful joy and release.
CHAPTER TEN
It was a sunbursting morning with the dew still wet on the green carpet of the baseball diamond. The screams and excitations of young boys practicing hitting, pitching and catching filled the blue skies, their short legs scissoring from base to base, their slender arms straining sinewy and taut with the throw of the ball.
Ralph Henderson, golf jacket thrown over one shoulder, stood leaning against the wire mesh fence near the bandstand watching the young performers, his wife and sister amongst them. Lifting his hand to shade his eyes, he did a double-take, a slow smile growing on his lips. He pulled himself erect then as he watched the twin figures of his wife and sister jogging from the baseball field sidelines to approach him, Jean waving a warm welcome home.
He scratched his head in wonderment as the two women came walking hand in hand up to him. Now wasn't that a strange situation, he wondered. He could have sworn those two women had hated each other.. . by God, wasn't that weird though?
