The reasons for sexual promiscuity can never be adequately expressed because there are so many of them. In this novel, for instance, a little girl-a virgin-experiences the adolescent drive for sexual pleasure. But that isn't all of the problem. Patty is lonely. She is separated from her peers by an unbreakable wall of differentness. She is always the new girl on the block-the one nobody really gets to know before she moves away.
Almost as important to a growing child as the sex drive is the sense of communal acceptance. A young girl needs friends she can talk to and confide in and have secrets with. And when this drive is thwarted, the consequences have deep psychological reactions.
It is not surprising that Patty discovers sex is an answer to her problem. Girls who dispense sex are always in demand. What she doesn't know is how involved such activity may become.
Not every man and boy knows how to treat a sexual girl right.
Not every girl knows how to be treated right.
The easy way is always fraught with pain and pitfalls, later if not sooner. Hot sex may be its own pitfall. And as Patty finds out in this story, there is a lot more to sex than the naked body at first realizes.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Patty Fox stared gloomily out the bedroom window of the new house. This would be her room for as long as her parents stayed in the town they'd moved to three days earlier. It was a nice room-a nice house-a nice town. The same as all the others had been. Nice. And temporary.
She sighed and looked around the room. Now that her furniture was there, arranged the way she wanted it, it looked like all the other bedrooms. In three years there had been five. This was the sixth. She cursed the day Daddy had started working for Rydell Products.
Curled up on the window seat, she gazed down at the yard for a long time. Flowers and trees and green, green grass. A person could be happy living here, she thought. It was the kind of house that would be fun to grow up in. She made a mental note not to get too attached to it. They would, she knew, be moving on again. One day Daddy would simply tell her to start packing her things.
"Get everything ready for the moving van," he'd say, as usual. Perhaps she'd give him another argument, but it wouldn't do any good.
"Why can't we live here all the time, Daddy?"
She'd said it many times. And he always had the same answer:
"You know how my job is, sugar. After I get everything organized for Rydell locally, they want me to start on another new territory. Just try to understand, sugar."
"But I never even have any friends! By the time I make friends, or get used to another school, we're on the move!"
"Try to understand and be patient, honey. You're my big girl, remember?"
Patty, in fact, was not very big at all. She was just medium-height for her fourteen years. Her body, though, had been more fully developed than other girls her age, with a few exceptions. Her breasts were prominent and she'd needed a brassiere for a year now. Below, the waist was small but her hips and ass flared out in an almost womanly fullness. Her long brown hair, with highlights of natural red, fell thick and wavy around her shoulders when it wasn't pulled back into a pony tail.
Patty had never been at a loss for male companionship, had she wanted to accept the casual acquaintances she made in each town more readily. There were plenty of boys, she knew, who wanted to get into her panties, but these she had rejected right away.
What's the point? she would say to herself. All it could ever be is a fast, cheap thrill! I'm never in town long enough to go steady, even. . . .
There had been other boys-more quiet ones-ones who invited her to movies and were content to hold hands or kiss her quickly on the lips at her front door. But by the time she went out a few times, she'd have to tell them that the family was packing up. Sometimes they wrote for a while, but their paths never crossed again.
Patty was still a virgin, a fact she was not particularly happy about. And she invariably got the reputation of being a prude.
"There goes tight-ass!" she had once heard a boy say to some friends when she passed by.
She had almost cried when she heard the remark. She could cry now, thinking about it. Tears of humiliation and anger welled up in her eyes.
I just can't! she thought. I can't fuck boys that I know will never be my steadies! They'll just talk about me to the others! Til get a reputation for being an easy score! Every boy in town will try to get to me!
She leaned back against the window frame and stared straight ahead for a long time, thinking. Suddenly, her big brown eyes narrowed. Another thought ran through her head, one that shocked her a little bit.
And what if I did spread my legs for every boy in toicn? At least I'd have plenty of friends, then, and nobody would be calling me a prude!
A cruel little smile played across her mouth.
It mould serve Daddy right!
Big deal! Patty thought, staring at the boy who introduced himself as Ted. All she'd had to do was appear in the front yard in white short-shorts and a tight little halter. The redheaded boy had almost tripped over some croquet wickets getting across their adjoining lawns.
Ted was one year older than Patty. He was fifteen and a star in school athletics. He was also medium height for his age, but he was several inches taller than her, and he had an easy, graceful muscularity and a pleasant, even-featured face. He, Patty decided, would be a good place to start on her new plan. If she had the courage to carry it out.
"I saw you moving in," he said. "Where's your family today?"
"Shopping for the house. Finding out where the stores are."
"Mine, too. I mean, Saturday's their big shopping day."
They stood awkwardly for a moment, but Patty noticed the way his eyes kept scanning her tanned, exposed skin. Despite herself, she felt her nipples harden and make themselves prominent against the thin material of her halter. She wondered if he noticed.
She also thought she noticed a thickening in the crotch of his khaki slacks, but she allowed her eyes to travel to that spot for only a brief second.
Finally, she got bolder.
It's now or never! she thought.
"Lots of chicks in this town?" she asked him. "I mean, how's the competition?"
He laughed.
"You sure won't have any trouble!"
"No?" she asked, smiling back. "How do you know? I could turn out to be a pretty lousy lay, you know!"
Ted's face reddened, although he tried not to blush.
"As a matter-of-fact," Patty went on, more bold still, "you look like you might be able to give a girl an expert's opinion!"
Ted's cock was as hard as iron now, and there was no way he cou Id hide the fact. It strained against the khaki material, despite his jockey shorts. The new girl was fantastic!
"Uh-well-maybe I could," he said. "When?"
"What about now?" Patty asked. "We have two empty houses to use! Why not come up to my bedroom?"
Ted was feeling light-headed from excitement! Nothing like this had ever happened to him. Usually he had to spend a month's allowance on a chick to get his first feelHe stared again at the fullness of her thighs and the beautiful shape of her legs. Her breasts would be groovy as hell, he knew, just like the rest of her. Suddenly, he became as bold as she had been.
"Far out!" he said. "How'd you like to get your pussy eaten out?"
"Hmmmmm--! " Patty whispered, running her tongue over her lips. She was glad, for once, that she had moved around so much. At least she had met plenty of boys of every type. Nothing shocked her that much. "How'd you like to get your brains blown out?"
They walked together through the back door of her house and up the stairs to her bedroom. Ted still seemed rather shy, and she decided to take the initiative. She removed her halter the minute they got to her room and turned around, showing him her high, rounded tits. His mouth fell open!
"Wow!" he whistled through his teeth. "Come on, baby, feel 'em!" Patty said, lifting her breasts and pointing them at him. "Feel me all over!"
She couldn't believe she was acting this way. Once she'd made her mind up to establish a new image for herself she found the game easy to play. The only thing that still worried her was losing her cherry. If she cried out and made it obvious that she was in pain, he would see through her bluff in a second. But if she sucked him instead-
Ted's hands were suddenly all over her, squeezing her breasts, rubbing up and down her buttocks, trying to work their way under her shorts. His body was perspiring, and she could hear his heavy breathing.
"Hold it!" she whispered. "Let's both get naked!"
His hands trembled while he unbuttoned his short-sleeved shirt and slipped out of it. She was impressed with his body, and was curious to see what that bulge in his pants was all about. He slipped the khaki material down his thighs and she noticed the way his shorts tented out in front. He pulled the shorts down at the same time she removed hers. When they were finished they stood completely nude in front of each other.
"How do you like this?" Ted asked, squeezing his cock and showing it to her. He had lost his shyness suddenly.
"Owwwww--! " Patty said, genuinely impressed. His rod was about seven inches long, and fat. His body was almost hairless, except for a thick growth of dark red on his lower belly. It was the first time she'd seen a naked boy under such intimate circumstances. A couple of times, at school, the boys' shower room door had been left open accidentally. Then there were magazines with pictures of men and women-She crossed the room to him and circled the rod with her hand. At the same time, he reached between her thighs and tickled the tender, almost hairless little lips of her pussy. His thumb rubbed above, where a patch of down had started forming a lovely little triangle. Her knees became so weak she almost collapsed on the floor, but she pretended it wasn't the first time a boy had ever seen her or felt her this way.
"Go on and suck it like you said you would," he whispered. "Blow my brains out!"
There was another kind of heat coming from his body now. It had very little to do with the temperature of the air around them. She knew that her own skin was hot-as hot as his. And her breathing was just as hard-coming almost in pants.
Ted pressed on her shoulders and she sank to her knees in front of him. His cock was even closer to her eyes, and she noticed the way it throbbed and oozed a clear drop of fluid from the tip at the end. Little veins had begun to stick out, running up and down the sides and underneath.
She had never sucked a cock, but she had seen pictures of women doing it. She had heard girls describe the sensation. Her mouth opened wide and he forced the cock in, holding the back of her head. When she started to choke she pulled back off.
"I've never sucked such a big one!" she said, smiling.
This seemed to please him.
"Take your time. Let's get on the bed, then I can play with you at the same time. You'll get used to the size of it!"
He helped her to her feet and they sprawled out on the big double bed. Before she realized what was happening his face was between her legs and she felt his tongue begin to lick up and down the soft lips of her vagina.
"AGGGGGH!" Patty moaned, bucking her hips into his face. She had never felt anything as wonderful as his tongue! His hands were on her buttocks, pressing and squeezing. She reached around and grabbed his ass, too. The cheeks were hard and smooth. He had a wonderful body, better than she realized. His balls and cock were close to her face again, in a sixty-nine position. She opened her mouth once more to take the pole in and this time it slid halfway down her throat effortlessly.
"Hmmmmm!" he groaned between her thighs. She realized she was making him feel as good as he was doing to her. It pleased her that she was able to carry off this first time with such skill. In a few seconds they were sucking each other hungrily.
Ted yanked one of her legs over his shoulder. Her crotch was splayed open wide, and he started licking back and forth, from her clit to her asshole. When she felt his tongue and lips pull playfully at her clit she almost exploded!
Patty had masturbated in the past, always by herself. In her bed at night. Her fingers had produced wonderful sensations between her thighs, but nothing to compare with this! It felt like her entire womb was turning into a huge, yawning mouth that needed desperately to be fed! She wished she could have put her fingers in there now, to push them all the way to her virginal barrier, the way she always did. To wet them and slide them around and around the tender, excited flesh of her tunnel. Then his tongue shot straight in and she cried out, choking again on his cock!
Despite the act she had put on for his benefit, she knew that she was having the most wonderful experience of her life. She wondered if holding out, trying to be a good girl had been worth it! Surely, she thought, she'd been denying herself the most exquisite pleasure on earth!
Her crotch ground harder and harder against his mouth and she made a plunge down on his cock that buried the thick pole all the way into her gullet. She stared at his fat nuts, coming closer and closer-
Ted licked long and deeply into her cunt. She tasted better than any girl he'd ever eaten, and Ted's tongue was almost a legend at high school. His technique, as a rule, was practiced on girls older than himself-seniors who appreciated this kind of lovemaking more than the younger chicks.
Patty, however, was different. She seemed to go a little wild, almost as though she had never been cuntlapped before. He wondered for a moment if she'd had as much experience as she pretended to have. One thing was for sure, though. Her technique on his cock could hardly be improved on!
Patty pulled him halfway over her. He started to drive his cock deeply down her throat, making her suck him to the nuts on each shove.
He yanked her cunt lips apart with his thumbs and kept his face buried deeply, sucking and probing and shaking his mouth back and forth. He teased her clit playfully with his teeth until he felt her jump almost out of her skin. Then he stabbed back into the hole and sucked some more.
A volcano of hot, molten passion was about to erupt somewhere deep inside, and Patty wondered if she would fly apart. Her body was screaming with the tension that built toward the biggest orgasm she had yet experienced. She'd had no idea such a throbbing need could start inside her. She thought she knew herself sexually, but this boy, whom she had met less than an hour ago, was driving her to a pitch of frenzy!
Then he pulled his mouth away from her pussy and crawled up over her. He yanked her legs up and back and little roughly and positioned himself on his knees between them.
"What-what are you going to do?" Patty asked.
With one thrust he stabbed his cock so deeply into her pussy she felt her hymen shatter.
Her mouth shot open, her throat so contracted with surprise she couldn't make a sound. She simply stared at him, unbelieving, while he started to plow her cunt like a maniac!
CHAPTER TWO
"AGH! AGH! AGH!" Patty almost screamed, her eyes wide with terror. She was sure he had injured her beyond repair!
Ted mistook her sounds for cries of passion. He'd fucked girls before who gave him a quick reaction. This was one of the hottest and tightest he'd been into. So tight, in fact, she could have passed herself off for a virgin!
Her legs were pinned all the way back, with her knees pressed into her tits. The mattress had begun to squeak from the force of his hard inward slams. She had begun to twist and squirm around.
"Hold still, for chrissakes!" he grunted. "You'll fucking throw me out of the saddle!"
He didn't realize that this was exactly what she was trying to do! Her pussy felt like it was being torn to shreds, and she was almost desperate to get away from his invading pole. He grabbed her thighs and forced them roughly back against his hips. Then he looked down and saw little ribbons of red, mingled with the wet juices he had started with his tongue.
"Holy shit, you're a cherry!" he said, almost in disbelief.
"AGGGGH! AGGGGGGGH!" Patty groaned again. "TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!"
He shoved in until his nuts were mashed against her asshole. His eyes stared into hers and his face had gotten angry.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull, anyway?" he asked. "Why did you put on that act about getting fucked all the time? You've never had a dick in there in your life!"
Tears had begun to stream down Patty's cheeks. She tried to answer him, but her voice came in choking little gasps.
"Aggh! Take-take it-out! I-I-owwww!"
"Fuck you, bitch!" Ted said. "You brought me up here and told me to try you out! That's just what I'm doing!"
"You'll-you'll kill me!"
"Shit!" he almost spat in disgust. "You got the hottest cunt I ever stuck! If you want to make it rough on yourself, go ahead. Either way, I'm getting your pussy, you understand?"
He began to shove in hard again. Patty's nails dug into his thighs and he slapped her hands away. He lifted her knees and pressed them back until they framed the sides of her head. Her cunt was poking straight up, open and defenseless. Then he hammered harder.
Patty's head flew from side to side. She felt like a tree log had been shoved inside her. There was a new fire mingling with the one his mouth had started in her womb. This one felt like real flames licking the sensitive, torn walls of her tunnel. She wimpered pitifully, but he wouldn't stop ramming into her.
His cock felt completely bloated inside her walls. She knew that she had asked for this, but he had taken her by surprise. She hadn't had time to prepare for the onslaught. She knew that if she had bitten off more than she could chew she'd get no sympathy from him. She had, after all, led him to expect that he could do this to her. And by the time she realized he planned to go ahead and do it, she had worked his passion to a peak. In her heart, she couldn't hate him, but his stubbornness still angered her.
"Get out of me or I'll tell the police!" she almost spat.
He surprised her by swinging his hand down and smacking her sharply across the face. The blow startled her so much that she merely looked at him, her eyes full of surprise.
"Shut the fuck up and start humping me!" he panted. "Grind your pussy around my cock! Start fucking it! You might as well get used to dick, because I'll tell every boy at school you begged me for it!"
She tried to slap him back but he grabbed her wrists and held them over her head. Her legs were pinned back by his arms, and he was so strong it was useless to struggle.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, god, I'll die!"
His answer was to fuck into her faster. His nuts slapped down on her tailbone at the base of her spine. Her rounded rump was directly under his pumping thighs.
"You-you're raping me, you bastard!" she cried, closing her eyes.
"Shit! After you ate my dick? After you invited me here?"
She knew it was no use arguing. He was right. She kept her eyes tightly shut and tried to talk herself out of the panic that had seized her when his cock first tore inside. It might be over soon, she decided. If she could hold on a little longer, until he shot his "stuff."
When he realized she had stopped struggling he released her wrists. Her face was almost calm, and she had stopped crying. He noticed again how beautiful she was, with her brown hair flowing out from her head and falling in soft waves on the bedspread. Her breasts were heaving up and down, giving little jerks. The nipples, he noticed, were as hard as rocks. He reached down between their bellies and found her clit, which was also erect. When he squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger her eyes shot open again.
"What-what are you doing?" she whispered.
"Playing with your clitty, what does it feel like?" he asked.
"I know you are, but-but-"
She couldn't find the breath at the moment to explain what was happening inside her. The minute he began massaging her sensitive clit the old warmth flooded her loins again. A heat rushed through her groin even more intense than when they were eating each other. The power he had over her suddenly excited her, and she forgot about the pain.
"UNNNNGH!" she groaned, when another rush of heat shot through her. "KEEP DOING IT! KEEP PINCHING IT! OWWWW, KEEP FUCKING, YOU BASTARD!"
He smiled, but she didn't see him. Her eyes were tightly shut once more. He could feel her pussy walls relax for him, then clutch ever so slightly. After a moment she squeezed him each time he buried himself to the hilt.
'That's right, chick," he grunted while he plowed her. "Now you got the hang of it! Now heat your twat up and fuck me as hard as I fuck you!"
Patty couldn't believe a boy was actually saying these things to her. Only a short time ago she'd been as determined as ever not to let this happen. Since it was, though, she had to admit that she was beginning to feel a tremendous excitement! His cock, after she stopped resisting it, shoved and rubbed against places in her virgin channel that she never dreamed were there! Her fear subsided, and she concentrated on the erupting volcano once more!
His words were having a strange effect on her. She felt a little shiver of pleasure run through her body. He was talking like she was a common whore! Any little piece of trash he might have picked up on a street corner. It was humiliating and degrading, but her pussy was getting so hot she started grinding it in an effort to increase the sensation.
He continued to work her clit until she thought she would scream from the feeling! The sensitive flesh was like a live nerve-end now!
"AHHHHHHH!" was all she could say in the throes of her pleasure-pain.
Then she worked her arms down under his and reached between their legs. She could feel his cock going in and out. It was slippery now, and she wondered if all the slimy juices were hers. The pole felt even fatter and harder when she sucked it. When it went all the way in, his balls came into contact with her hand and she squeezed them, gently by instinct.
"Whoooooh!" he breathed heavily. "That's right! Tickle 'em! Squeeze 'em!"
She ran her wet fingers back and found his asshole. She knew how pleasurable it felt when she probed herself with the fingertip. She wondered if she could give him the same sensation.
"Owwwww!" he sighed, shooting his head straight back. "Yeahhhhh! Owwww, baby, I'm gonna unload a quart! I'm gonna cream you so hard it'll shoot out your fucking nose!"
His face came down and his mouth closed over her breasts, one at a time, darting back and forth. His fingers let go of her clit but his pubic hair continued to massage it. She forced her legs down and draped them around his back.
"Fuuuuuuck meeeee--! " she moaned softly, almost sobbing again. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, urging him to plow deeper.
Sweat was running down the valley between her perfectly round breasts and his tongue lapped it slowly and wetly. With the hand not involved in playing with his balls and ass she grabbed his head, tugging his red hair and forcing his mouth all over her tits.
"Suck them! Suck them! Suck them!" she moaned over and over. Once or twice she had managed to get her own tongue down to a nipple. His mouth, however, was ten times better! A hundred times! A thousand!
"Oh, god!" she wailed. "Something's about to blow up inside me! I'm going to faint! I can't stand much more!"
His breathing had turned into a series of hard grunts.
"Me too! I'm gonna blast pretty soon!"
His ass flew up and down in rapid movements despite the fact that she had it in a leg-lock.
"SHOVE MORE OF IT IN!" she cried. "FUCK ME HARDER!"
Ted was glad to oblige. It always thrilled him to see the way a chick would respond to his fucking technique, once he got going good. He knew there were bigger cocks in town, but he figured none of the other boys knew how to use theirs any better than he did.
"Hold on, chick!" he panted. "I'm gonna fuck us both over the edge now!"
His ass became a blur and the sensation he gave her was almost more than she could handle. He was fucking so fast she had trouble breathing. Her lungs screamed for air as she felt the first explosions of the volcano start. Fire and lava and smoke and heat seemed to shoot straight into the air taking her up at the same time. When she crashed down, she knew, she'd be shattered into a million pieces!
"You want my load inside you, don't you, you hot slut?" he asked, a little cruelly.
"Yes! YES! I want you to shoot your hot load inside me!"
"Beg for it!"
"PLEASE give it to me."
"Give you what?"
"Your load! Your juice! Your cream."
"In your pussy or your mouth."
"ANYWHERE."
"Up your ass?"
"YES! YES! YES! AGGGGGGH!"
He felt her damn burst then. She became like a wild animal under him. Her pussy convulsed so fast and hard he had trouble moving his cock. It took all his strength to plow deeply in despite her frenzied contractions. Her cries had become a low howl, then a scream. He shoved her face into his chest and stifled the sounds while he fucked himself to a climax. When he felt his cum begin to bubble and shoot straight up the shaft he buried himself to the hilt.
"Whitewash your fucking womb, chick!" he groaned. "Here it comes! Paint your pussy with it!"
As hot as his cum was, it felt soothing when it began to coat the walls of her torn channel. She milked and massaged his balls, trying to drain out every last drop.
When he finally pulled out of her drenched cunt, she was lying still, almost asleep.
"Where's the bathroom?" he asked.
She opened her eyes, got up from the bed, and led him to a large bathroom in the hallway outside her room.
"Let's try to wash all that stuff out of you," he said.
She nodded silently and started a shower running. When they were both standing together under the warm spray, she soaped his cock and balls while he pushed lather inside her hole with his fingers. He could feel his own sticky goo running back out and down her legs.
"Owwww!" he said, "you're making me hot again!"
Patty had regained her former composure. She smiled at him and shook her head.
"Nothing doing! You've had your turn for the day!"
He smiled back.
"Sorry if I got a little rough with you."
"Never mind. I asked for it."
"Listen, about telling all the guys-I didn't really mean that. I was just mad, I guess." Her eyes narrowed.
"Listen," she said, "don't be silly! I want you to tell your friends about me! I want to be the best-known girl in this town! I might not be living here very long, but when I leave I want this town to talk about me like I was a visiting celebrity or something. I want a lot of boyfriends, and I'll get them with or without your help. So you'd better get on the line-"
He shook his head, but he didn't say anything. He wondered what made her so aggressive sexually. She had practically gotten herself raped today. What was she trying to prove?
"I don't get it," he said finally, when they were turning off the water and drying. "You could have any guy you want-"
"If I fuck for their friendship, right?" she asked. "Well, that's just what I intend to do! Only not with just any guy! With all of them! Every good-looking guy in town!"
Ted started back to the bedroom. "I hope I'll be included-"
"Oh, you will," Patty said, following him.
She couldn't imagine not trying him again. It was, after all, the first cock that had gotten into her pussy.
* * *
Ted was surprised to see three of his friends from school when he walked out of Patty's house. Al, Stu and Ronny were his age. All of them were on the track team at school together.
Al lived across the street. He ran up with the others close behind.
"Hey, Ted! What was all that about?"
"All what?" Ted asked, playing dumb.
'The new chick. We were watching you from my living room. What were you up to?"
"Nothing," Ted said.
"Yeah? You were in there for an hour, and we saw her folks drive off this morning. Come on, what were you doing?"
Ted remembered what Patty said about spreading her reputation. Well, if that's what she wanted, he thought, why not? And now was as good a time as any.
"As a matter-of-fact," Ted said, "we were fucking!"
CHAPTER THREE
Patty answered the door in her bathrobe. She couldn't imagine who was ringing at eight-thirty in the morning, or why nobody else seemed to be home.
Then she remembered, while she was walking through the living room. Daddy had promised to drop Mom at a local shopping center that morning. It was his first day at work, and she had wanted to be early for a drapery sale she'd seen advertised in the Sunday paper.
Patty opened the door. A very handsome man with dark, wavy hair stood there. In a mailman's uniform.
"Hello there," he said, smiling.
"Hi," Patty said, smiling back.
It was only two days since her encounter with Ted, but she quickly sized the man up. Good build. Big. Probably a big cock.
"You're new in the neighborhood, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes," Patty said, drawing her robe more closely around her. "Are you going to be our mailman?"
"That's right. Name's Pete Arnold." He held his hand out and Patty shook it, noticing how firm and warm it felt. "I like to introduce myself to new people who move her. Usually I get to know them pretty well-"
Patty couldn't help but notice his tone of voice. Maybe it was her imagination, but she sensed something personal in his tone. He was certainly looking her over, but she felt it was probably the way his blue, blue eyes pierced right through her. He probably couldn't help giving the impression that he undressed people with his intense expression.
"No school today?" he asked, smiling again.
"Yes," Patty said, "but I couldn't go this morning. When my mother comes back, we'll go down together by taxi. She's shopping right now, and my father starts his new job-"
"I see," Pete Arnold said. "Well, I'm not really working right now either. I mean, my delivery for this neighborhood won't be sorted and ready to go for another hour or so. But I thought I'd stop by and introduce myself."
Patty liked him. He was certainly handsome, although he was older than anybody she'd ever thought of in a sexual way. His thirties, she guessed. Maybe his late thirties, like Daddy.
She really couldn't say later why she decided to let her bathrobe fall away from her breasts-not all the way, but enough to give him a good view of what was underneath. She supposed she did it without thinking at first. Then she knew just exactly what she had on her mind.
His face was even more tanned than hers.
"Do you swim a lot?" Patty asked.
He seemed surprised by her question.
"Uh-yeah, as a matter-of-fact I do. I'm a lifeguard on weekends-local pool. Have you been there yet?"
"No," Patty replied, leaning against the door frame in a way that she knew would make her robe fall open even more. "I just noticed how tan you are."
"Oh. Well, that doesn't all come from the pool. I have a sun deck on my house. I try to get a little time on it every day."
She wondered what the rest of his body would be like. She knew that the size of his cock wouldn't be more than she could handle. Ted had fixed her up in that department. She'd avoided him since their session in her bedroom, and this morning she'd been dreaming about the fat pole going in and out of her before the doorbell rang.
"I'm glad to meet you," Patty said. "I intend to know everybody in town before we move again. And I'd like to get to know everybody really well."
Their was a little flicker in Pete Arnold's eyes. A glint of light flashed through the blue pupils. He let his eyes stray more openly to her breasts.
"I'm sure you will," he said.
"How about a cup of coffee? I know there's some fresh made. I could smell it coming from the kitchen."
Patty found it easy to offer him the invitation. She felt very little shyness with men, as well as with boys. She'd been through the worst of it, she figures, and from now on it was nothing more than fun and games.
"I'd love a cup of coffee," he said, moving past her into the living room. "Nice of you to invite me."
A tingle of excitement went through her. His interest in her body was undeniable. Anybody would have noticed the way his eyes traveled over her. It gave her a sense of power, in a way. Now she knew what to do with the power. If she played her cards right, she figured, she could easily be the most popular girl in town.
But, she realized, if she wanted to accomplish things in a hurry, she couldn't be shy.
She invited the mailman to sit on the living room sofa while she went to the kitchen. An almost full pot had been perked and was being kept warm electronically.
"How do you take it?" she hollered out.
"Black."
She poured each of them a cup and returned to the living room. He had removed his hat and was sitting with his legs stretched out, relaxing. She put the cups on the coffee table in front of him and sat opposite, in an overstuffed chair. Her robe fell away from her legs when she crossed them and she didn't bother to pull it together. Her slender calves and thighs were exposed, with the robe hiding only the upper area. It was fun, she decided, to watch his eyes trying not to look.
Then she let her own eyes stray to his crotch, and he noticed that, too. She held her gaze while she sipped at her coffee, watching with some amusement that he squirmed a bit.
"I must start going to the pool-on weekends," she said.
He said nothing. He took a big gulp from his cup and sat it down.
"Uh-yeah, that'd be nice," he said. "Listen, maybe I better run along. I'd sure like to meet your parents. When did you say they'd be back?"
"Mom will be here in an hour or so. Daddy's gone for the day."
He nodded his head and took another gulp of coffee. Then Patty purposely let her robe lips apart farther. She wasn't wearing underwear, and she knew he'd be able to see everything if he looked hard enough, despite her crossed legs.
Then she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again. His eyes were riveted to her crotch.
"My god!" he whispered under his breath.
"What?" Patty asked.
His face had begun to sweat. She noticed the way his blue uniform shirt had begun to darken at the armpits.
This is it! she thought.
"Is anything wrong, Mr.-Arnold?" Patty asked, standing up. Her robe fell away from her body completely. She made no effort to pull it back together, and his eyes traveled up and down, from her neck to her knees.
"I-uh-no-" he whispered.
Patty strolled over to the sofa and stood in front of him. She smiled at his nervousness, feeling calm and in control of the situation. Even her sexual excitement at the thought of what she was going to do was controlled and calculated.
He reached out and ran his trembling fingers lightly over her belly.
"How old are you?" he whispered, not looking at her.
"Old enough to know what I want," Patty said.
Pete Arnold sank to his knees. He grabbed the sides of her robe and tugged while she slipped the woolen material from her shoulders. The robe fell to the floor and his hands went around and clutched her buttocks.
"You're beautiful!" he sighed.
Patty pushed her crotch up to his face.
"Eat me!" she moaned.
His tongue instantly shot out and he licked tenderly at her vagina lips. She grabbed his hair with both her hands and pulled it through her fingers while she shoved her crotch against his mouth hard.
"Yes! Lick it!" Patty cried, rocking back and forth. "Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Put your tongue all the way up inside me!"
Pete Arnold swung her around and pushed her down onto the sofa. He yanked her thighs apart and shoved his face in as hard as he could, licking like a starved man.
What a surprise! he thought. To find a hot little cunt like this one right on my mail route!
Patty lifted her legs and held them apart. Her head was propped against some pillows and she stared at him while he continued licking her pussy from one end to the other. Except that his chin scratched her more than Ted's did, she found his mouth even better than the boy's next door. He was hotter in a way-more masculine.
"Ahhhhh, take your clothes off!" she moaned, pulling his hair harder. "Strip down like I am!"
He paid no attention to her. He was too interested in the taste of her young cunt. Something told him she wasn't a virgin, although her pussy was incredibly tight feeling. He pushed the lips aside and stabbed deeply into her hole.
"EEEOOOOWW!" Patty groaned. "YES! OWWWW, I NEED THAT!"
Finally, he pulled his mouth away from her.
"Have you been fucked before?" he asked, surprising her with his directness.
"Yes!" she answered, bucking her pelvis up to him and trying to push his face down into her pussy again. "And I'm going to get fucked by every attractive man and boy in this town before I'm through!"
Her attitude puzzled him, but he didn't ask any questions. Not as long as she was offering him her delicious, lovely little twat to do with what he wanted.
"Why don't you suck me off? While I eat you?"
Patty was itching to see his cock, feel it, taste it.
"Yes!" she said, nodding her head.
Pete Arnold got off the sofa and unbuckled his trousers. They slid to the floor and the first thing that impressed her was the size of his muscular legs. He looked like a statue, except for the hairy thighs. He brought down his jockey shorts quickly and his cock plopped straight out, bobbing up and down.
Patty almost gasped! His cock was much bigger than Ted's. It looked to be nine inches and as thick around as her lower arm. She didn't know they grew this big, and she wondered what it would feel like inside her.
"Fuck me with it!" Patty pleaded. She leaned back and pulled her pussy lips apart. "I'm all ready for it! Your mouth made me wet and hot and ready!"
He shook his head slowly, back and forth.
"Little girls can get big men like this in trouble!"
Patty jumped to her knees in front of him. She was almost insane with the urge to feel him penetrating her tight tunnel.
"Please! Please!" she pleaded.
He grabbed the back of her head in one hand and the shaft of his cock in the other.
"Open your mouth and suck it!" he said, his voice a little urgent.
His cock was rock hard. Bigger veins than Ted's ran down the sides, almost purple against the white shaft. The foreskin was back and the pink head was bloated, the skin shiny. Patty opened her mouth and took as much of the pole in as she could. The practice she'd had on Ted's cock helped, and she was able to take over half of him into her throat on the first try.
"Uuuwwww!" he moaned and pushed harder.
Holding her head like he was, he could have forced himself to the nuts on the first shove, but he let her decide how much she was able to take.
Patty reached down and rubbed her pussy, still wet from his mouth. The lips tightened. She shoved a finger inside and moved it around.
"Suck it!" he hissed at her. "Suck it good, you horny little cunt! Here, get down there and lick my balls!"
He yanked his cock out of her mouth and forced her lips to his fat, hairy ball sac. Patty's nostrils were filled with his manly aromas. Older men, she decided, smelled even better than boys. But boys would still be just fine-
His wet cock rubbed her forehead while she licked his balls all over, making them dripping wet with her spit. He moaned constantly and ground his pelvis around, washing her face against the big nuts.
"Owwww, yeah, lick 'em!" he panted. "Owwww, shit, I'm gonna pop pretty soon!"
Suddenly, she felt his hands pushing her shoulders down to the floor. He was crawling up over her at the same time, and she realized that his body was bigger and heavier than it appeared when he was dressed. She supposed swimming had given him so many muscles.
His cock penetrated her mouth again and he shoved harder, burying two-thirds of the enormous shaft in her gullet. She felt like her jaws would break, but the tingle in her cunt got more intense. She put two more fingers in and knew she could come to a climax when he did.
Then she felt his cock throbbing in her throat, making her gag. For the first time she faced the reality that she was going to have to accept his load-to taste it-swallow it. The thought frightened her, but at the same time she felt her womb opening up and rumbling the warnings of an explosion.
"Umpf! Umpf! Umpf!" Patty groaned, bucking her hips up and down on the floor, fucking against her fingers.
"Yeah, play with yourself!" he panted. "Masturbate yourself! Get your rocks when I get mine!"
His cock throbbed harder and she bucked faster. Her chest was heaving and she could see sweat rolling down his hard stomach, below where his shirt was yanked up.
Then he threw his head back and yowled loudly. The first spurts of his cum hit the walls of her throat and the throat muscles immediately began to swallow them down. If she didn't, she knew, she would choke.
"Eat it! Eat it! Swallow my load!" he roared. "Swallow every fucking drop of it!"
Her orgasm was somewhere just beyond reach. She could almost touch it. She ground her thighs together, forcing as much sensation as she could from her fingers. She wanted to put her whole hand up inside, to tear her womb from her body in a frenzied desire to satisfy the awful need she had for an explosion.
"AGH! AGH! AGH!" she choked against his still-spurting pole. The cock began to slide out. Her mouth filled with the taste of his semen while he finished unloading with just the head buried past her lips. Still she swallowed every drop, knowing that she'd remember the taste all her life. Sucking cocks, she decided, would become as big a part of her life as fucking.
Pete pushed his softening cock back down into her throat.
"Suck it clean!" he said, breathing hard. "Suck all the crap off it! Clean it up!"
His words and the deep forcefulness of his voice pushed her over the edge. She felt her loins melt away as the volcano erupted somewhere in the center of her being. It came with such an intensity she thought she would faint from the feeling and she was not even conscious of the wild gyrations her pelvis made.
It seemed to take her long, agonizingly wonderful minutes to complete her orgasm. When the fury died down, she sank heavily into the carpeting, sucking his cock like a baby at a nipple.
"Whew!" he said, pulling out quickly and smiling.
"You can have that anytime you want it, little girl!" He stood up and reached for his shorts.
"Why can't I have it in my pussy the next time?" she asked, sitting up and wiping her mouth with her juice-soaked hand.
"Promise you won't tell?" he asked, pulling on his shorts.
"Yes!"
"Then we'll see. Start coming to the pool on weekends. We'll work something out."
He was dressed and leaving when Patty ran across the room, still naked, and clutched at his arm.
"Promise me something in return?" she asked. "What's that?"
"Promise you'll help find me other men? Older men?"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hi, I'm Ted Brown. Are you Mrs. Fox?"
Patty's mother was surprised to see the boy at the front door. They'd been living in this town for less than a week, and Patty was always quite slow to make friends.
"Yes. Are you here to see Patty?"
"Yes. Is she home?"
"No. I gave her some errands to do after school. Don't you live next door."
"That's right."
She already knew he lived in the large house next to them. She'd noticed him mowing his front lawn, with his shirt off, admiring his athletic young body. Patty's mother was a highly sexed woman who had been badly neglected by her husband ever since he started working for Rydell Products. She often found herself looking at men and boys of all ages, wondering sometimes how it would be to get fixed up by them.
"Oh, excuse the way I'm dressed," she said, flashing him a big smile. "I was getting ready to take a shower when I noticed my kitchen sink stopped up. I've been pouring things into it, but nothing works."
She was wearing a wrap-around made from an almost transparent material. Ted could even see the nipples of her breasts when he dared to let his eyes travel in that direction.
"Oh, that's okay," he said, trying not to blush. "My family isn't very modest, and my mother-well, we walk around-I mean, we're just not very modest."
She almost laughed. She was sure the sight of her in the thin garment had made him quite tongue-tied.
"I think that's a healthy attitude to have," she said, stepping aside and inviting him in. "Maybe you'd like to wait for Patty. I'm glad she's making friends so quickly. She usually so-shy."
Ted's eyes popped open wide but he didn't say anything.
"And while you're here," she continued, "do you know anything about plumbing?"
"I can take a look," Ted said. "Do you have any tools?"
"My husband has some. Come and see what you can find."
If he ever stayed home he could fix the plumbing himself, she thought, angrily. Mr. Fox had been working day and night, and even on the previous weekend.
Ted followed her into the kitchen. He opened some doors under the sink and looked. Then he selected a wrench and a couple of other things from a little adjoining supply room. He worked for only a couple of minutes when there was a loud gurgling sound and the sink drained.
"Why, how marvelous!" Mrs. Fox said. She was standing close, leaning down, looking over his shoulder. "You did that so fast!"
"Well," he said, "there wasn't really anything wrong. I think I knocked something loose when I tried to unscrew the joint. I'll just tighten the pipes up. I see a little water leaking."
He continued to work for a moment, half in and half out of the closet that enclosed the pipes. When he turned his head to slide out again he noticed that she was still standing close, only a couple of feet from him. He could see the contour of her legs through the long, thin wrap-around. They seemed to be very white and beautifully shaped. There was a mature, womanly smell that made his head dizzy. A mixture of perfume and musk.
She was a real dish for her age. He'd often noticed her walking from the house to her car. Medium-height, like Patty, with much the same coloring. Only filled out more-stacked like a tank. Her hair was also long, and her brown eyes were even larger than her daughter's. And her breasts-
Ted could feel a little twitch in his crotch.
"I think that'll-" he started to say, sliding out from under the sink a few more inches, but she stood glued to the spot, not moving away. He looked out and up. She was standing here, just staring at him.
Mrs. Fox's expression was serious. She looked deeply into the boy's eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. Through the opening where the hinges separated the sink from the door by an inch, she'd seen him looking at her legs. When her gaze dropped to his crotch, spread out under her in his tight Levi's, there had been a decided twitch.
"I-I'd better get out of here how," he said.
She smiled a soft little smile, almost a pout.
"Really?" she said. "You look so-attractive like that!"
Ted felt perspiration popping out on his forehead. He broke her stare and let his eyes travel down the length of her body again. When they reached the area between her hips his mouth almost fell open!
Behind the thin material he could make out the dark patch of her pubic hair. He hadn't noticed before how clearly it could be seen!
He was looking openly, not caring if she watched, while his heart began to pound hard against his white tee shirt. Despite his reputation for having the hottest tongue in school, and his preference at times for older girls, he'd never been involved with a woman this age. He had an uncontrollable urge to see what it would be like to taste her between the thighs.
Ted curled his legs behind him and leaned over. He let his cheek rub lightly against the material covering her crotch and heard her give a little gasp. She continued to stand frozen to the spot.
Ted got bolder. Her wrap didn't have buttons, and it was easy to push the folds aside with his nose. Then his tongue shot out and licked deeply down into the thick bush of brown silk that covered a good portion of her lower belly.
"Eeeeaaaah!" she moaned in a whisper. Her legs automatically parted slightly to give him freer access.
His tongue flicked back and forth in quick little licks. It worked its way between the lips of her vagina finally. They were opening in excitement and she spread her legs wider and let him shove his mouth under.
"Ohhhhh!" She sounded like she was in pain. He took his mouth away and looked up at her.
"You're really crazy to get eaten, aren't you?" he asked.
Her head nodded but she was too excited to speak. She felt afraid of breaking the wonderful spell he'd cast. He saw her breasts heaving heavily.
"Let me see your tits!" he said, almost like an order.
She pulled the wrap-around apart and it fell away from her body. Then, while he stared at the snowy hills, he let his mouth find its way back to her cunt. She reached for her breasts and pinched the nipples while he watched, showing him how hard and excited they had become.
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned. "I like to have my pussy eaten out! My husband doesn't do it for me anymore! It makes my skin turn to fire! It makes my legs tremble! Make me come with your mouth! I need an orgasm so badly!"
She heard her voice begging him but she felt no shame at the moment. His presence in the kitchen that day seemed like a gift from heaven. She wished she could keep him here all the time, hide him in a secret room and take as much pleasure with him as she wanted.
At least, she thought, if I kept him busy enough, he'd respect Patty's virginity and not try to get into her pants!
Ted ran his hand between her thighs and stroked her round, soft-firm buttocks. Then he pulled his mouth away from her snatch again.
"Turn around and bend over," he said. "Let me eat you from behind!"
She dropped her wrap-around to the floor and kicked it aside. When she turned around she gripped the edge of the sink and he got to his knees in back. Suddenly his mouth was there again, running over the entire surface of her white globes, making them wet in long, slurping trails with his tongue.
"OH! OH, GOD!" she cried out. "OH, EAT ME ALL OVER! EAT ME UP!"
His hands parted her buttocks and his mouth and tongue stabbed into her drooping cunt lips. He started fingering her clit while he used his tongue like a prick, fucking in and out with fast, steady jabs. Her legs began to tremble and her knees buckled.
"I-I can't stand up!" she moaned. Slowly, she sank to the floor. Ted shoved her onto her stomach and held her legs apart while he continued to eat her from the rear. Her ass rose a foot or so in the air.
"Keep licking! Keep licking!" she cried.
"Don't worry, lady," he said, slurping the words, "I'll make you come so fucking hard your tits'll end up in your ears!"
She didn't approve of his language, especially since he was a friend of her daughter's, but she pushed her ass back and made it rotate in circles, trying to get more of his precious tongue inside her pussy.
"Just keep licking!" she said. "I'll take care of the size of my orgasm!"
She almost panicked when she felt his mouth moving away from her vagina. Before she could protest, though, she felt him licking straight up between her spread buttocks.
Oh, no! she thought. Is he going to--?
"AAAAAGH!" she groaned when she felt his tongue reach her asshole. It stabbed in time after time. Her voice became a series of hysterical little cries. His lovemaking was like nothing she had ever experienced-not since her honeymoon, anyway. She made a mental note to do all these wonderful things to him some day.
Then his mouth left her and he rolled over onto his back.
"Sit on my face," he said, unzipping his jeans. "Rub your hairy pussy all over my face while I jerk off! I just want to keep eating you!"
Mrs. Fox was more than glad to oblige. Her large breasts swung like pendulums as she crawled up over him. He stared at the tits in complete fascination, and she realized that there were probably other young boys who'd be just as eager to have sex with women her age. His mouth was already open and waiting, his tongue stuck out and searching, when she lowered her box onto his mouth and started jerking it back and forth.
"Huuuumpf!" he moaned.
While she rode his face she glanced back and took a look at the equipment he was whacking off. A thrill shot through her when she saw how long and thick it was!
"Ohhhh, fuuuuck!" she moaned, riding his face harder. She slid her pelvis back and forth, feeling his tongue make steady journeys from her clit to her asshole. It was wonderful sitting on him like this, in complete control of the situation. She could hear his steady beating, wondering if he intended to shoot all over himself when he came. It would be a shame, she thought, to let it go to waste.
Suddenly, she felt like she was being pushed off a ledge and forced to fly through the air. Flying, flying toward some object that she couldn't avoid colliding with. She knew she'd crash! It was coming closer, closer. She grabbed his head by the hair and yanked it into her crotch. She tore at him, forcing his head to bang against the floor several times.
"EAT IT! EAT IT! NOW! NOW! AHHHHHHH!" she wailed.
Then she felt the first jet of cum splash against her back. Her body was shuddering so hard she couldn't move for a moment, but when her head cleared she turned on his face, using his mouth on her cunt as a guide. The next jet splashed against her shoulder. She was almost turned. Another jet hit her breasts and she leaned down and captured the spurting head of his cock in her mouth. "HUUUUMPF!" he moaned loudly. Several more hard, steady jets went into her mouth and she swallowed his thick cream while he continued to lick her pussy back to a normal state of calm. They were both twisting and moaning while they felt their climaxes rush through them.
Ted had been afraid that she would smother him. He was in a position now to take several deep breaths of air through his nose. Even if he had suffocated, he decided, he wouldn't have been able to tear his mouth away from the wonderful cunt. It had a taste and heat that he had never found in young girls, not even Patty. Of course, Patty had been a virgin when he first ate her out. With time, she would be as hot as her mother-Mrs. Fox had never tasted such a young boy's cream. It had the freshest, sweetest taste she could imagine. He should bottle it, she thought. And then they heard the door open and Patty's voice.
"Mom? You home?" She was in the living room.
"Quick!" she said, jumping off him. "Get in there and stall her!" She noticed that there were traces of semen on his tee shirt, but he was sweating so hard they were barely noticeable.
Ted humped to his feet. He ran a hand through his hair and stuffed his cock back into his Levi's. Then he zipped up and left the kitchen without another word.
Patty was putting some packages on the living room sofa. "Ted!" she said, turning and seeing him. "Hi, Patty."
"You look like you've been running the two-mile!"
"Oh," he said, grinning. "Worked up a sweat trying to fix your mother's sink in there. Gee, she's neat, Patty!"
Patty stared at him suspiciously.
"Are you sure you weren't under a car or something? You look like a grease monkey!"
Ted quickly wiped his hands on the front of his tee shirt and smiled again.
"Oh. Well, I was mowing the lawn before I came in. Gee, this heat is really something!"
Mrs. Fox appeared in the doorway, looking quite cool and collected despite a flush in her cheeks.
"Glad you're home, dear," she said. "The sink was all clogged up and I'm late starting dinner. Do what you can while I shower, will you?"
She started to walk past them and stopped.
"Oh," she added, "and I'm so glad you know a boy who's handy around the house. Ted fixed my plumbing beautifully!" Then she marched up the stairs.
"Well," Patty said when her mother was out of earshot, "you certainly do have a way with women. You have Mother eating out of your hand!
And swallowing it, too, he thought.
"I'm really glad you're here, Ted," Patty said, grinning sweetly. "I wanted to ask you a favor."
"What's that?"
"How about taking me to the community pool Saturday? It seems like every time the weekend rolls around, all I feel like doing is swimming!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Ted and Patty arrived at the swimming pool early, and there were very few people swimming. It was a large pool, big enough to accommodate most of the local townspeople who cared to use it, with another, more shallow one separated from it and reserved for younger children.
There was plenty of room on the grassy sides for sunbathing. Patty deposited a beach towel and looked around right away. She saw Pete Dawson on his raised platform at the other end, near the diving board. He was wearing a brief bathing suit of an almost metallic orange color. His tanned body looked quite impressive, and she noticed several girls standing around talking to him.
"Let's swim," Patty said.
Ted dropped his towel alongside hers.
"What's your hurry?" he asked. "I want to get some sun."
"I want to swim before I put oil on," she explained.
"There are showers here, you know," he said.
"Oh, Ted, you can be such a drag!" Patty snapped at him, angrily.
"Shit!" he mumbled under his breath. "Okay, let's swim then."
"I don't care whether you want to or not, she said. "But I'm going to!"
He walked ahead of her and went to the side of the pool nearest to them.
"Not here," she said. "Down at the deep end."
"Why?" he asked. "Water's water."
"There aren't as many people down there."
"There isn't anybody anywhere! What's wrong with you?"
She glared at him and marched around the side of the pool. When she got near the Lifeguard's Station she smiled up at Pete and winked.
He saw her right away and winked back. He felt a rush of heat go through his crotch when he looked at her body in the little blue bikini she was wearing. Her body looked even more lovely than he remembered it. Ted Brown was following her angrily.
So they've met, Pete thought.
Patty climbed the ladder up the diving board. She had perfect form in a dive, and she made sure her mailman was looking before she plunged into the water below. When she surfaced, Ted was already in the water. He'd jumped in from poolside, but he was holding onto a ladder farther away from Pete. Patty went to another ladder and rested her arms on the top rung. This one was located directly under the platform.
Ted swam over to her, more angry than ever. Their day, so far, had gone badly. He was sorry he'd agreed to bring her to the pool.
"Now what?" he said. "You saw me on the other side-"
One look at her face told him not to start another argument. Instead, he tried a different approach.
"Hey, you really dive good!"
"Thank you," she replied huffily. Then she looked up and smiled at Pete. He smiled back.
"That's our mailman, you know," Ted said. "The lifeguard, I mean. His name is-"
"Pete Arnold," she said for him.
"Yeah. Oh, you've met him, I guess."
"Yes I have," Patty replied, smiling up at the platform again.
Suddenly, Ted's eyes narrowed.
"Oh, so that's it, huh? You got the hots for him? For a man old enough to be your father?"
"Shut up!" Patty snapped. "I told you I wanted to screw every attractive man and boy in this town!"
Ted shook his head back and forth.
"You're really a little tramp, you know!" he snarled in a low voice.
"How dare you?" Patty said, outraged by his remark. "I'm leaving, even if I have to walk home!"
She started to climb the ladder but he got behind her and yanked her back into the water.
"You aren't going anywhere," he snarled, his voice so angry it almost frightened her. "I know what you said about screwing every guy in town, but I thought you might change your mind after we got to know each other better!"
"That's a laugh!" she snarled back. "Let go of me!"
They were keeping their voices down, and she didn't want to cause a scene. This was her reason for not crying out when she felt him grab the top of her bikini bottoms and yank them all the way over her buttocks.
"What are you doing?" she Whispered back at him. "Are you crazy?"
"Just keep smiling up at your boyfriend," Ted said. "He can't see you and neither can anyone else. Not as long as I'm behind you."
"Put my bikini back up!" she almost spat.
"You want cock so bad," he said, "why not get it right here and now? Cool your cunt off! And you can smile and wave at Pete the whole time you're getting it!"
Patty was close to panic! She knew how headstrong he was when he was mad. His red hair, she supposed. But this was too much! She knew she'd die of shame if anybody saw them!
Ted pushed enough of his trunks down in front to whip his cock out. He held each side of the ladder, with his arms around her shoulders, and planted his feet on a rung with hers. Then his cock slid in between her buttocks.
Patty's eyes flew open and she almost screamed!
"You're going in the wrong hole!" she growled under her breath.
Ted dropped a hand and held the base of his cock while he gave a hard push.
"Good!" he growled back. "Serves you right, you bitch!"
He felt her tight rectum close over his cock as he pushed in harder.
Patty leaned her mouth against her arm to keep from screaming.
"You're tearing me apart! Stop! Goddamnit, stop!"
He could hear the pain in her voice, but she didn't dare cry out. He almost laughed, realizing the situation he'd gotten her into. In his opinion, she deserved it!
It was hard to get the proper leverage, but once his balance was secure Ted found that he could move his cock in and out of her without much effort. Once she tried to pull away from him but he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her securely, while he continued to shove into her ass.
"Smile for your boyfriend up there, why don't you?" he said sarcastically.
"Go to hell, you dirty bastard!" she hissed. "I'll get you for this! You wait and see!"
With her bikini bottoms around her knees she couldn't move her legs. He shoved her into the rungs of the ladder and to onlookers it appeared that they were both cuddled into a somewhat intimate embrace, moving their feet and bodies playfully while they hung onto the side of the pool.
Pete Dawson caught Patty's eye and winked again, sure that Ted wouldn't notice. Patty's mouth shot open when Ted gave a particularly brutal lunge into her tortured asshole and he thought she was blowing him a kiss.
Little devil! he thought. She goes out on a date and flirts with another man!
He spread his legs and shoved his crotch forward in his chair.
Let her take a look at what she's missing! he thought.
Ted's cock felt like a knife stabbing into her! She was afraid she'd pass out from the agony!
"Please! Please, Ted, take it out!" she whispered, almost sobbing. "Why are you acting like this?"
"Because I'm the best!" he answered, his face close to her ear. "And you'd better learn it!"
"You don't have any hold on me!"
He stabbed again, harder than ever. Her head slumped forward. She took a deep breath. Despite the discomfort, she knew that the memory of what he was doing would excite her! He was being forceful with her, like the other time when he forced her virginity to shatter in her bedroom. She began to imagine what his stiff cock looked like now, plowing mercilessly into her. She wondered if the heat that had started to flood her loins could be what she thought it was!
Ted felt her relax, and he wondered if she had passed out. Then she raised her head. He saw Pete Dawson wave at her and smile.
"How are you doing, Patty?" Pete called.
Patty waved back.
"Fine," she said. "How are you?"
Her voice sounded completely normal and Ted even felt her rectal walls give him a little pinch. He couldn't believe it! She was taking away his satisfaction by turning an insult into a hot underwater fuck. On one hand, it was good. On the other it made him madder than ever. He slammed into her so hard her feet fell off the rung and he had to drag her back to her former position.
"Unnnngh!" she grunted, leaning her wet head back against his shoulder. "Oh, do that again!"
"I'll rip you from here to your elbow!" he said. "Fucking cunt!"
Patty smiled. She thought she noticed a hint of jealousy on Pete Dawson's face as he watched the two of them. Ted, she knew, was in a jealous rage himself at the moment. Suddenly all feeling of pain was gone and she began to squeeze his pole as hard as she could.
"Try to fuck me a little harder!" she whispered back at him. "I know you're doing your best, but I can't feel anything much!"
His face turned almost purple and he plowed her as hard as he could without causing too much attention. V
Patty had lied. His cock felt like an arm up her ass. But she'd wanted to make him even more angry than he already was, and she was enjoying not only the game but the physical sensation. It was true that she wanted him to fuck her harder. As long as he'd impaled her in the middle of a public swimming pool, she decided, why not make the best of it? She'd heard of women taking it this way before, and to her knowledge it had never killed them.
"Oh, come on, Ted," she continued in a playful tone of voice. "What do you have in there, your finger or your cock?"
"You bitch!" he growled. "You know I'm tearing your ass to shreds!"
"Bullshit!" she whispered, giggling. "You're tickling the life out of me!"
"Shut up, you fucking liar!" he said, starting to pant a little. "Owwwww, holy fuck, I'm gonna shoot pretty soon!"
The water began to churn around them, but nobody nearby paid any attention, as far as they could see. Patty reached back and grabbed his balls. They felt cold from the water and were starting to tighten. She pulled at the nuts.
"Farther!" she sighed softly. "Put it farther up me! Owww!"
"Don't reach back like that!" he said. "Somebody'll see you!"
"Tough shit!" she spat at him. "You started this! Oh, god, it's starting in me too! My cunt's getting hot!"
She dropped his balls and switched her hand to her clit instead. She found the flesh erect and when her fingers pressed it waves of heat shot through her loins.
"Yaaaaah!" she moaned.
He realized he was making her as hot as he had the other time he fucked her. Anything he did, he figured, would drive her nuts! He hadn't met many girls who turned on so completely, but then he remembered what a firecracker her mother was!
Water began to splash and swirl around them.
They were causing waves, but they both were too far gone in the act they were performing to stop.
Patty's breathing became heavier and he could hear little choked cries coming from her throat, rising in pitch.
"Hold on!" he said, grabbing her waist more tightly. "I'm coming! It's about to blast!"
Pete watched them for a moment, thinking they were acting a little strange. Then several local girls stopped by the platform to speak to him and his attention was diverted. He sucked in his stomach and pushed his rugged chest out. This, and the addition of his flashing white smile, always got them, he knew.
It was a good thing the lifeguard was not looking at the moment. Patty's head began to jerk back and forth in her rising passion. She couldn't disguise it now, not if somebody was close enough to notice.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass off! Tear it up!" she groaned.
"Keep your voice down!" Ted panted. Then his own voice became louder than hers. He moaned like an animal. "Now! Now! Aggggggh!"
It was the second time she'd felt his sperm gush up inside her. Her stifled cry became a sob at the same time. His cock was throbbing wildly inside her soft little ass, and she began to squeeze it tightly. Then her orgasm crashed all around her, blacking out reality. She wasn't even conscious of the cool water and the novelty of doing what she did in such a public place.
"Ennnnnngh!" she grunted. She collapsed against the ladder.
"Put your head back up!" Ted whispered urgently. "You're acting like a fucking slut!"
Patty pinched her clit hard, causing another sharp tingle to surge through her. At the same time she lifted her legs, managed to place one foot on each of his hipbones, and pushed back as hard as she could. He was taken by surprise and the force of her kicking legs sent him straight backwards. His hands flew from the ladder rails and his cock came out of her at the same time. He fell straight back, going under for a couple of seconds.
By the time he'd surfaced Patty had pulled her bikini bottoms up and was arranging them properly.
"What the hell did you do that for?" he asked, grabbing the ladder again.
"To get you out of me," she said. "I was through with you! And I am through with you!"
"What does that mean?" he asked, smirking.
"It means," Patty replied, starting up the ladder, "that I intend to try out more of the local talent from now on. I think you and I have had it!"
He resisted an urge to blurt out the story about what he and her mother did on the kitchen floor. Instead, he said:
"You won't find another boy around as good as I am, bitch!"
"I don't know about that," Patty said, smiling in mock sweetness. "I happen to like Al. And he lives right across the street! In fact, I think I just might go and propose a little date with him right now!" She pointed across the pool.
Ted looked in the direction that she was pointing. His mouth fell open and his face turned bright red! Al, Stu and Ronny were watching them from the pool edge, and applauding silently with their hands.
CHAPTER SIX
Ted couldn't wait to get his revenge!
Patty had marched straight over to Al at the swimming pool. She had put her hands on her hips and said, "Hi, you must know me. I moved in across the street."
Al had nodded his recognition.
"Okay, then," Patty had said, "let's you and me arrange to get it on!"
She had made Ted look like a fool. And in front of Stu and Ronny, too!
It took Ted a long time that night to invent his plan. Patty and Al, he knew, were going to meet right after school on Monday. At lunch time that day, he called Patty's mother.
"Mrs. Fox?"
"Yes?"
"This is Ted from next door."
He thought he could hear her take a deep breath on the other end of the phone.
"Listen," he said, "how'd you like to have a little session with a couple of other guys I know? They're my age, and they know what to do with their jewels!"
He heard her laugh.
"Bring them by early, Ted," she said. "My husband will be working late and Patty told me she's visiting some girlfriends after school."
Ted smiled to himself and hung up. Then he looked up Stu and Ronny in the cafeteria. He waited until they couldn't be overheard and said:
"Listen, you guys, have you seen Patty's mother?"
"Have we!" Stu said. "I'd walk over broken glass to get a sniff of her ass."
"Me, too!" Ronny said.
"Well, that's good," Ted said. "She and I have gotten to be friends. Patty doesn't know that I fucked her!"
Stu and Ronny stared at him in disbelief! "And," Ted said, "I was talking to her earlier and-well, this is kinda pitiful in a way, but she told me her family is so hard up she'd take on some of my friends for five bucks a head!"
The boys looked more surprised than ever.
"Of course, she'd be too embarrassed to take the money in person, but she said if you wanted to pay me on the side, I could deliver it to her and she'd give me a free time."
Stu whistled softly. Then he reached into his side pocket and pulled out a bill. He laid it front of Ted on the cafeteria table.
"When?" Stu asked.
* * *
Ronny said he wouldn't have any money until the following weekend and worked out an arrangement. The three of them arrived at the Fox home at four-fifteen.
"Remember," Ted said, ringing the doorbell, "no mention of the money. After all, we can't talk to Patty Fox's mother like she was a common hooker!"
The other two nodded their heads in agreement and the door swung open.
Mrs. Fox ushered them inside hurriedly and looked around to see if anyone was outside to notice. It was her reasoning, though, that even if neighbors saw the boys coming in she could always explain that they had come to visit her daughter.
She was wearing white slacks and a tan cashmere sweater. Her brown hair fell long and shiny over her shoulders and she gave the subtle appearance of wearing no makeup at all. But the boys had never seen her look so good! Stu almost drooled when he saw the way her full breasts pressed against the soft woollen material of the sweater, and Ronny's eyes were completely taken in by the sight of her perfect round buttocks in the tight slacks.
"Come on in, boys," she said, smiling. "Want a drink?"
They assumed she meant something with alcohol, which she did, and the three of them were eager to accept. Not many adults made offers like that to them. Ronny and Stu decided it probably went with the price of a lay.
She quickly mixed highballs and handed them around.
"Let's go right up to the bedroom," she said. "I think we'll have plenty of time but I don't want to waste any!"
They followed her up the stairs and into a large bedroom with a king-sized bed.
"Think that'll hold all of us?" she asked, giggling. They finished their drinks quickly while she removed her sweater. She wasn't wearing anything under it, and didn't really need to. Her breasts were as firm and high as a girl's.
Stu and Ronny had never seen a grown woman strip before. Their cocks were already rock-hard and getting more excited by the second.
Ronny had red hair, although not as red as Ted's, and Stu was sandy-haired, with a swarthier complexion than the other two boys. All of them were well-built and healthy, and at the moment their budding sexual interests were being pitched to new heights.
Mrs. Fox stood by the bed, watching with amusement while the three of them ogled her breasts.
"Now-" she said, "any boy who's a virgin can unzip my slacks." When none of them stepped forward she laughed loudly. She'd had a drink or two herself.
"In that case, I'll just do it all by myself while you watch! Only I think you should all be stripping down too!"
She unzipped her slacks on the side and began to peel them down over her hips and buttocks. She did this slowly, wanting to tease them a little, to make them as hot as she possibly could. The material exposed her midsection little by little and the boys stared as though hypnotized while they stepped out of their jeans and yanked off their sneakers and shirts. Finally, she was completely nude but Stu and Ronny still hadn't taken off their shorts.
"Come on now," she said, leaning back on the bed and facing them with her legs spread slightly. "No need to be shy! Look, Ted is as naked as I am. And look at the condition of his cock!"
They were a little shocked by her language, but they supposed all women talked this way that did a little hooking on the side.
"Come here, Ted," she said. "Let's give them a show while they finish stripping."
Ted crossed the room, glad she was inviting him to show off in front of the others. He climbed up and shoved her straight back on the mattress. Then he crawled over her face.
"Suck on it!" he said, excited and throbbing.
Ronny and Stu watched while she took his cock into her mouth. His hand reached back and his fingers pressed into the hairy lips of her pussy. Their mouths almost watered. They quickly yanked their undershorts down and crossed to the bed, where they stood on either side of the performing couple.
Her hands reached out for them while she sucked Ted. They got onto the bed on their knees. In a moment she had a cock in her throat, which she sucked on noisily, and one in each hand.
"Hmmmm!" she said, finally pulling her mouth off Ted's cock. "Well, you two shouldn't have been so shy! You certainly don't have anything to be ashamed of!"
It was true. All three boys were hung rather well for their ages, and anything they lacked in size, she knew, they could more than make up for in enthusiasm.
She guided them farther up onto the mattress until their knees were pressed against her sides. Then she placed a hand on each of their asses and pulled her mouth off Ted's cock again.
"Rub your pricks all over my titties," she said, panting a little. "Rub them over my nipples. Make my nipples stiff!"
There was an urgency in her voice now. They realized that she was as turned on as they were. They each grabbed one of her tits and began to rub their cockheads around and around the stiffening nipples. Her chest heaved heavily as she became more excited.
"Oh, god!" she gasped, pulling away from Ted. "I need something inside me!"
"They can't both fuck you at once," Ted said.
"like hell they can't!" she cried, pushing Ted off her. She lay on her side and pulled Stu down until he was facing her on his side. With no preliminaries she clutched the shaft of his dick and guided it in between the moist lips of her vagina. Stu groaned when he felt his cock slip inside an adult woman's cunt for the first time in his fifteen years.
'Ted, show Ronny what to do," she panted, with every confidence that Ted would know what she had in mind.
Ted understood. He leaned his mouth close to Ronny's ear and whispered. "Lie down in back of her and stick it up her ass." Ronny's eyes shot wide open in surprise, but his eagerness overshadowed his shock. He did exactly what Ted suggested, wetting his cock with spit while he jockeyed into position.
Mrs. Fox held Stu's cock tightly inside her snatch and panted in anticipation of Ronny's pole plugging her rectum. She didn't have long to wait. Suddenly it was probing and pushing past the sphincter. She resisted the first urge to panic and make him stop. But she couldn't help the little cry of pain that escaped her lips.
"That's it!" she moaned. "Shove it all the way in! Owwww, just shove it in and hold it!"
In a moment the two cocks were buried deeply inside her. Then she caught her breath and began to work her pelvis back and forth, spearing Stu to the hilt in the front, then impaling her bowels with Ronny's meat on the backward thrust. She worked both this way until the two boys were moaning in pleasure.
"Hey, how about me?" Ted asked.
"Darling," she said, smiling up at him, "that's what my mouth is for!"
Ted had to straddle the three of them but he was able to lower himself while she turned her head and lifted it. His cock slid into her throat with no effort at all. In fact, he noticed that she sucked it all the way down like a vacuum cleaner. It was partly the excitement of seeing her being fucked in every hole in her body at once that brought the boys off rather quickly. Mrs. Fox had to hump hard to keep up with them-if she wanted to come when they did. And she did want to come with them! She wanted these secret rendezvous to be everything she had been needing for so long! Everything that sex with her husband had stopped being years ago!
"Holy fuck!" Stu gasped. "I don't think I can hold off too long-not with this kind of action going!"
"Me, either!" Ronny panted. "I never got into to anybody this way before!"
"Keep fucking me!" Mrs. Fox cried, pulling her mouth off Ted's cock. "Just keep fucking until we all come together!"
Ted grabbed her head and shoved it back onto his meat, forcing himself solidly into her gullet.
"And just keep sucking," he said. "You'll get all the cum you want! Your whole fucking body will be floating in cum!"
His words shot through her like an electrical current, and she sucked him harder than ever, but she made a mental note not to let Patty spend too much time with him in the future. Or any of these boys, for that matter. What if she lost her virginity?
The four of them worked up sweat. The bedroom was warm, but nobody wanted to stop what they were doing to open a window. Mrs. Fox's breasts rubbed and slid over Stu's chest while he pumped her, and her back felt slippery on Ronny's chest. Drops of sweat had formed on the bottom of Ted's balls, threatening to drip onto her face.
The funky odor of sex, plus their rising moans and groans, filled the room. Ronny's cock was making sucking sounds as it sailed in and out of her ass hole. He and Stu could feel each other's cocks on opposite sides of the thin wall that separated them. When their excitement got to be too much for them they began fucking into her at the same time, as hard as they could hammer. She gave up trying to regulate their movements and let them have their way. It didn't matter. They were pushing her to the brink of a mighty leap into space.
Ted felt her mouth and throat work him over harder and harder. She was swallowing his slab all the way to the nuts and using her tongue to make circles around and around each time she came up. He felt his legs beginning to tremble but he held his position and let her continue, knowing that she'd have him off in seconds.
"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" Ted moaned, grabbing her hair and forcing her head back and forth. "Suck the cum out, bitch! Get it and swallow it, like you did the last time!"
It gave Ted a thrill to say these things to her in front of his friends, and she didn't seem to be angry. When he told her to suck harder, she did.
"Shit!" Stu hollered out, suddenly. "I can't hold it! Owww, I'm gonna pop! Eaaaaaay!"
She felt his cum begin to pump into her pussy. It was the first load other than her husband's that had been there since she got married. It was interesting, she reflected in the throes of her own passion, that men come in different ways. Phil, her husband, always had kept slamming in and out when he shot. Stu, on the other hand, held himself all the way in and let his cock throb out its juice.
Just when she was thinking this, she heard Ronny moan behind her and his juice also began to jet out. It had been so long since anyone had fucked her in the back door she hated to see it coming to an end. She ground her ass down hard on the delicious pole, forcing as much cream out of it as she could. She began to groan and Cry, even though Ted's cock was buried deeply in her throat.
"Are you getting enough?" Ted panted, looking down and watching her writhe like an animal on the two spurting shafts. "Are you getting enough cum for once in your life?"
Mrs. Fox couldn't answer him, so she sucked more furiously by way of reply.
The first spasm shot through her before she realized it was coming. She thought the force of it would make her faint, and it crossed her mind that she had never fainted with a cock in her throat before.
Then another wave tore through her senses. At the same time she felt Ted's cock give a couple of quick throbs and she realized she was swallowing his load as fast as she could. Stu and Ronny had to hold her still, her gyrations on the bed became so frantic.
Ted had grabbed her hair and was pulling it roughly while he fucked brutally into her face. She didn't mind. One orgasm after another had begun to wrack her! If they killed her, she didn't mind. All she could think of at the moment was the exquisite pleasure she was feeling. She continued to swallow as fast as she could, not wanting to waste one precious drop of Ted's juice.
"Okay, okay!" Ted said, finally forcing her sucking mouth away from his meat. "Christ, lady, you'll suck me inside out!"
Stu and Ronny giggled. Ted must be a real boss dude, they figured, to talk to a woman that way. And the broad just lapped it up!
When they had all pulled apart she had difficulty getting off the bed without letting cum ooze out of her, front and back. She explained to the boys that she had to shower immediately and asked them to take the glasses downstairs on their way out.
"Can we see you again?" Stu asked, wiping his cock on a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans.
"Of course," she smiled from the doorway. "As often as you want to! And as many as want to!" Then she disappeared from sight.
Jeez, Ronny thought. She must really be hard up for money!
Mrs. Fox stepped under a warm shower, not knowing that it was the same shower Patty and Ted had used to clean themselves up only days before.
She soaped her hands and began to rub her pussy and ass hole, feeling the thick juices run down on her fingers.
Ted was right! she thought. I can't get enough of it!
Even washing her cunt made her legs weak with desire.
Owwwww, she thought, I'd like to fuck every attractive man and boy in this town! I've been doing without it long enough!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Al took Patty to a section of woods near his house. He knew the paths through it, although they were seldom used. He and a few other boys, though, had built themselves a small wooden shed in one of the clearings years before-a sort of secret clubhouse. The wood looked wet from a recent rain and he looked inside.
"Dry enough in here," he said. "You'll have to crawl in, though."
Patty smirked.
"This is just fine! Especially since there were no motel rooms!"
Her sarcasm was wasted on him. He was so eager to get into her pants that all he could think of was rearranging some old cloth socks and making the floor of the shed as comfortable as possible.
Al was a big boy. When Patty bent down and looked into the little room, she wondered if there would be room enough for the two of them. She was curious, though, to see how Al would be as a lover. Ted and Pete had been her only experiences, for all her newly-acquired attitudes about sex. He had black hair-almost as black as Pete's, but it wasn't curly like the mailman's. It was thick and straight, and he combed it straight back.
"Come on in!" Pete said, poking his head back out and looking a little red in the face. "Bed's all made."
Patty got down and took a better look inside. Al had moved all the way over to one side, making room for her.
"It looks filthy in there!" she said.
"Ow, come on, Patty. You said you wanted to try me out in the sack-" he patted the floor, "-and here are the sacks!"
Patty smiled in spite of herself.
"All right," she said. "But I'd better get out of my clothes before they get dirty. Why don't you do the same?"
Before she went into the shed she took a quick look around and started unbuttoning her blouse. Then she handed it in to him.
"Fold this and put it out of the way-neatly," she said. Next she removed the miniskirt she wore and handed that to him also. He could see her bare legs, standing in the shed's opening. Her skin was quite tanned, and he decided they were the most beautiful legs he'd ever seen in his life. His cock began to throb. Then he saw one leg at a time lift as her white panties came off. She handed those in, too, and followed closely behind.
Al took a quick whiff of the panties, inhaling the perfumed aroma of her body, then shoved them out of the way before she could see what he was doing. It was dark inside, but he could see every little detail of her body. Although her bikini at the pool hadn't left much to the imagination, it was still ten times more exciting to have her completely nude by his side.
"I thought you were getting undressed, too!" Patty said.
"I-I was too busy watching you!" he replied.
"Here, let me help," Patty said.
"Hey, are you in a hurry or something?"
"No-only if we're going to do it, let's get going. I don't want to stay in this dirty little dugout too long!"
She had started unbuckling the belt of his jeans while he unbuttoned his shirt. It wasn't until he had kicked off his sneakers and was as naked as she was that Patty took a good look at him.
His body showed signs of being thick and hairy one day. Right now it was more solid and mature-looking than most of the boys she had seen his age. She knew it would be this way. She had seen him in his track clothes and at the pool, but she had only been able to guess about what was under his shorts. She didn't have to guess any longer!
Al had the biggest cock she had ever seen! Even bigger than Pete's! Right now it was lifting slowly up, out of a thick bush of black pubic hair, starting to stand straight up. The red head was bloated and the shaft had begun to throb.
He laughed when he saw her mouth fall open.
"You haven't been talking to the other girls, have you?" he asked. "Some of them call me 'Horse Dick.'"
Patty gulped. She reached out a trembling hand and circled the base of the shaft. Her hand barely made it around. "I-I am surprised," she said. "I-I just didn't."
"Shit, I thought that's why you were so anxious to screw me! I thought you knew about it."
"No. No, I didn't," she said. "I don't know if."
"like hell you can't! Suck it and get it wet. It'll go in!"
Patty didn't like his conceit, but he was no worse than Ted, surely. He assumed that she was panting to get fucked with his superdong, and she had to admit to herself that he was almost right. A tingle had started in her loins, followed by a rush of heat. But something happened to her at the moment that surprised her as much as it did him. She reached down and twisted his big balls in her hand as hard as she could. When he opened his mouth in a howl of pain she swung her other hand and slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
"HEY! WHAT THE SHIT!" he wailed, putting one hand up to protect his face and trying to force her hand away from his nuts with the other. "WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU CRAZY OR SOMETHING?"
"No," Patty answered calmly, taking her hand away from his tortured balls. "Just don't ever try to give me any more orders! If I feel like sucking your cock, I will! If and when I decide to let you fuck me!"
"But I thought you-"
"I agreed to try you out, and that's just what I intend to do. Now get your face down here and start licking my pussy from one end to the other and all the way up. When it's nice and wet, if I still want your cock in me, I'll let you know."
"Awwww, come on, Patty-"
"Come on, yourself!" She lay on her back and spread her thighs, lifting them a little. "Lick it!"
Al rubbed his smarting cheek. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her meanly, then he controlled his anger. He had never seen such a wonderful body spread out in front of him, and he knew he could put her in the mood to take his big whacker if he just didn't mess up everything now.
"Okay, wildcat," he said. Then he crawled over and worked himself down until his face was directly over the soft little triangle of brown down that grew just above her pussy lips. He licked his tongue out and made wet furrows through the hair, then went around in circles, teasing her clit by letting his tongue seem to accidentally touch it.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Patty moaned. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her crotch. It was amazing, even to her, how quickly a tongue in her cunt could make her body turn to fire. He didn't waste any time stabbing deeply in with his tongue and she immediately started to buck her hips up and down, fucking against the slippery, probing flesh.
"LICK MY FUCKING CUNT, YOU HORSE-DICKED SON OF A BITCH!" she shouted, bucking her hips harder.
Her language surprised her as much as it did him. Somehow, the size of his cock seemed to make it important for her to become the dominant one. A little section of her brain told her that if she succumbed completely to the size of his meat, she'd become his slave, and totally unable to be free from him. She wanted every man and boy in this town to want her madly! For once she intended to be the most popular girl in town, not just the Patty Whatshername that people sort of remembered-
"GO ON!" she groaned in a low, almost animal sound, "LICK IT! SUCK MY CUNT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
She found words like these easy to say now, when she was rising up and up to her climax.
Al couldn't believe how she had changed from the girl she appeared to be. She was wiggling and twisting under him like she was going out of her mind. He had never gotten ahold of a girl who turned on so completely! He had trouble holding his tongue in her hole and he grabbed her buttocks to steady her. Her hips were a foot in the air and she was grinding her crotch so hard against his face she could have broken his neck.
"EAT IT! EAT IT!" she wailed. "OHHHHH, FUUUUUUCK!"
He thought she was getting her rocks. Her pussy began to clench and grab at his tongue, and her hands were yanking his hair so hard it was painful.
"Slow down!" he snapped at her, pulling his face away. "You act like you're freaked out or something!"
Patty gave a wild cry and grabbed his neck between her thighs. She was an athletic girl and as strong as a horse when she had to be. At the moment her rising passion did something to her brain and there was no physical feat she couldn't accomplish. She pulled him over in a perfect scissor-hold and pinned him down on his back. Then she sat over his face and glared down at him through shiny, lust-filled eyes.
"SUCK MY CUNT UNTIL I TELL YOU TO STOP! DO YOU HEAR? EAT MY PUSSY OUT!"
"Let me fuck you," he said, surprised by her sudden physical force. He wasn't worried about his ability to control her if she got really out of hand, but his cock was aching to get into her, and he still wanted things to work out that way.
"When I SAY SO!" she said, almost snarling. "WHEN I TELL YOU, YOU CAN! NOW KEEP EATING, GODDAMN YOU!"
His cock gave such a twitch he almost shot his load. Her pussy was grinding down on his mouth again and she was ordering him to suck it out. No girl had ever talked to him that way before and he found himself responding by getting hotter and hotter! He shot his tongue up into her hole and began to suck the tastes and juices as hard as he could. It was like eating a ripe melon and he felt starved!
"Yesssss! Yesssss!" Patty moaned. "That's it! Now you're eating me right! Now you're making me feel it! Owwwww, I'm going to come again soon!"
He was right! She'd already had an orgasm. She was the hottest bitch he'd ever seen! No wonder her cunt tasted so good!
Patty's stomach began to convulse and she felt herself rising to another new height. She decided that she was as open now as she'd ever be.
"Spit on your dick," she said, pulling her crotch off his face.
He spit into his hand and rubbed it around the head of his dick. Then he held the shaft straight up while she moved down and positioned herself over it. It was nearly ten inches long, and as big around as a bottle. She shoved his hand away and grabbed the base. Then, staring straight into his eyes, she started to lower herself down. When just the tip was pressing between the soft, freshly licked lips of her vagina, she stopped.
"Go ahead!" he said, urgently.
"Beg me!"
"Please! Please, Patty! Sit on it!"
She let the head go into the hole. It stretched her so tightly she didn't know if she'd be able to take it all the way down.
"Go ahead!" he moaned. "Owwwww, go ahead and put it in!"
"BEG ME AGAIN, YOU CUNTLAPPER!"
Her voice had become hard and cruel once more. Another thrill shot through him and several drops of pre-seminal juice dribbled out of his cock. He felt his nuts tightening, and he wondered if she'd get it all the way in before he shot.
"PLEASE! PLEASE!" he almost gagged, his eyes tightly shut. "SIT DOWN ON IT, YOU BITCH!"
Patty smiled, but he couldn't see her. She felt a shudder of delight tremble all through her body at the sight of him begging her for her cunt, almost crying like a baby. She realized that everything she wanted to accomplish was going to come true. She could bring all of these boys to their knees if she chose to.
She lowered her weight and let a couple of inches of his incredibly thick shaft slide inside. His eyes shot open and he uttered a little gasp.
"Owwwww! Owwwwwwww!" he moaned.
Patty shoved down more and let another couple of inches push her tender flesh aside as his cock slid inside. The size of it almost took her breath away. She felt around the base and realized she was only halfway down on it.
His hands rested lightly on her thighs, although she could feel them tremble slightly. She supposed he was afraid to touch her any more roughly, after the way she had taken over the role of the aggressor. The size of his meat was doing wonderful things to her loins, and she knew she would have another orgasm in minutes. The first, she knew, had only been a hint of what was to come!
"Now shove that horse dick all the way in and start fucking me good!" Patty snarled at him, her voice low and guttural.
Al didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed her hips and drove his pelvis straight up. His cock buried itself in her pussy to the hilt and he realized how tight and solid she was inside.
"You had many cocks in there?" he asked her, panting.
"Shut up and fuck!" she answered, her eyes tightly closed.
She started a bouncing motion that matched his upward thrusts. It was incredible, she thought, how easy it was to take the entire length of his cock once it was all the way inside. Her pussy, she realized, could probably stretch to accommodate any man or boy she had ever known. She wondered, too, if there were any men in the future who would stretch her more than Al was doing right now. If there were, she decided, she'd take them somehow! Her loins were smoldering with heat, and the temperature in the little shed was getting warmer, making both of them sweat.
"EEEAAAAAY!" Al moaned, fucking up faster. "OWWW, SHIT! WHAT A FUCKING CUNT YOU GOT!"
Patty couldn't answer. He was hammering hard, almost knocking the breath out of her. Choked little gasps rose from her throat, and she breathed heavily, but she kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the explosion that was bound to crash through her body soon.
Outside, Pete Arnold was taking his favorite shortcut through the woods. His mail delivery was finished for the afternoon, and he was still shaking his head, thinking over what Ted had told him. He'd seen Ted and Stu and Ronny leaving Patty's house, and when he cornered the redheaded boy he'd gotten a story that made his ears burn!
"Come on, Ted, tell the truth now. You were all there screwing around with Patty, weren't you?"
Ted had seen a chance to carry his revenge a step further.
"Patty, shit!" he answered, drawing himself up to his full height and a couple of inches more. "Who wants that skinny little cunt?"
"What do you mean? You were holding her so close in the pool the other day I thought you were giving it to her right in the water."
Ted smiled.
"To tell the truth, Pete, I was! But I got me something better now! I fuck Patty's old lady."
"WHAT?"
"That's right. Only I get it free!"
"Free? What do you mean?"
"I mean she fucks my friends for five bucks a head. Only I have to make the arrangements, and I take care of the money. She doesn't want it to look too commercial, you know-"
Pete stared at the boy in absolute amazement.
"You should take her on some time, Pete," Ted said, sounding as grown-up as he possibly could. "She's what I call a real piece of ass!"
The conversation was going over and over in Pete's mind as he approached the little shed that he knew the boys had built years ago, when they were much younger. It wouldn't have occurred to him that anyone was inside the shed until he heard voices. Moans and cries, mostly, and he figured out at once what was causing sounds like these. He stopped on the path and listened for a moment.
"AGGGGH! SHOVE HARDER, YOU FUCKING SISSY!"
It was a girl's voice, undoubtedly, and a familiar one.
"HARDER! GODDAMN IT! FUCK ME HARDER!"
He recognized Patty Fox's voice then, even though it came in a sort of strangled shout.
"UNNNGH! UNGH! UNGH! ANNNNNNNGH!"
It was a boy's voice, or a man's, but it was impossible to tell who it was. Pete felt his cock stiffen in his trousers and he reached down and gave it a squeeze while he stayed frozen to the spot.
"I'M COMING! OWWW, SHIT, I'M COMING!" the boy's voice yelled.
"WAIT FOR ME, YOU BASTARD!" Patty's voice followed, almost screaming.
Patty was bobbing up and down on Al's cock as hard as she could. He lay under her, bucking his hips up in slow, agonizing lunges while his cream spurted out and splashed the walls of her tight tunnel. Then her eyes became wide and glazed over. Her mouth formed a tight, cold little line. The sound that came from her throat was more animal than human. Her hands balled into tight fists.
"OOOOOOOGH!" she moaned, her pelvis starting to convulse. Al could feel her pussy muscles working overtime in a violent frenzy. He reached up and rubbed her clit back and forth. The wide eyes looked at him with almost a startled expression. Her fists came down and began to beat his chest.
He grabbed her arms by the wrists and held them tightly away from his body while she continued to ride his pole to crash after crash of her tidal wave. Little by little, her body moved forward until she pressed her breasts against his chest and let her weight sink down. Her pussy continued to press and grab his cock, but in a moment he felt her relax.
"I got a handkerchief in my pants," he said. "I think it's running out of you."
They cleaned up quickly and Patty dressed outside the shed again while Al put his clothes on inside. He was dressed first. "See ya later," he said, crawling out. He was gone in the direction they had come in a minute.
Patty shrugged her shoulders. If he didn't want to be seen coming out of the woods with her, that was his problem. She finished dressing, ran her fingers through her long hair, and started toward the main path when she saw Pete Arnold step into view from behind a tree. He clapped his hands and smiled.
"Good show," he said.
"You were watching?" Patty asked, shocked. "Just listening. Most fun I've had all day." Patty was furious!
"Well," she said, "you can just go home and masturbate while you think about it, then! You wouldn't fuck me when I wanted you to, and now I can get just about anybody in town I want!"
"Yeah?" Pete's eyes narrowed and his smile disappeared. "Are you charging, too?"
"What do you mean?"
Pete didn't answer. He stormed down the path in the opposite direction.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Patty's mother seemed a little distant that evening. She was distracted when Patty told her the usual stories about her day in school. Occasionally, while the two of them ate supper together, Patty noticed her mother's eyes lost in thoughts. After a while, she gave up trying to carry on a conversation. Mr. Fox was especially late that evening, and the house seemed more than usually quiet.
"Mother?" Patty asked.
"Hmm? What?" Mrs. Fox seemed to come out of her trance. "I asked you what kind of day you had."
"Oh! Oh, just lovely, dear. A perfectly lovely day. And you?"
"Fine. Just fine," Patty answered. "It's too bad Daddy works so hard, because he seems to be the one who never really has any fun!"
* * *
Phil Fox took his secretary to a deserted stretch of woods that overlooked a lake. It was a spot one of the executives at Rydell Products had suggested to him.
"Don't do the motel scene, Phil," his co-worker had said. "Somehow, in a town this size, word seems to get around no matter how careful you are."
The woods, oddly enough, weren't known to many of the teenagers in the area. They had belonged to the generation of their parents, and they hadn't been talked up much.
"This is perfect," Phil Fox said, braking his car to a stop in a little spot where they were almost completely hidden from the road. Gloria Benson, his secretary, wasn't too impressed.
"Shit," she said, drawing away from him on the front seat, "this is for kids! Where do we do it, on the back seat? I haven't parked with anybody since I was in high school!"
"Come on, Gloria, what difference does it make? As long as it's private and we both want to do it?"
She couldn't argue with him there. She'd been trying to put the make on him ever since he came to work for Rydell and she'd been assigned to him. He was certainly the best looking man in the company, hands down, and she'd found, since she became a secretary, that married men were the most generous in personal matters and usually the best lovers. She'd been rubbing her tits against him every chance she got, and she had purposely worn skirts to work that she knew would show plenty of leg when she was sitting across from him, taking dictation. That day, knowing she'd scored all the right points, she got bold.
"Can you handle some dictation?" he asked that afternoon.
She had smiled coyly and answered:
"Let's shorten that to 'dick.' Yes, I think I could take quite a lot of it!"
He had immediately pulled down his fly and hauled out one of the neatest cocks she'd ever seen. Long, fat, circumcised, perfectly shaped. She fell to her knees and gave it a couple of sucks-a sort of promise. But she hadn't allowed him to come that way.
"How about dinner after work? Then, maybe-" he said, putting his throbbing penis back into his pants.
She agreed, but when she saw where he was taking her she almost wished she'd held out for something more comfortable.
Phil got out of the car and stretched. Gloria joined him, and they spent several minutes watching the moonlight cast pale reflections on the water of the lake below. A cool breeze was blowing, and it was as perfect a night, they knew, as they would see all summer. He gave only a fleeting thought of Patty and his wife. School would be getting out in a couple of weeks, and he knew Patty would want him to spend more time with her. But he always had his late hours at work as an excuse for extra activity when he needed it.
He wasn't sure, exactly, what had happened to his and Martha's, his wife's, sex life. When he was home more there had never been any problem. Then when he started working for Rydell, Martha had often sulked about his hours, and more than once she purposely left him high and dry when she knew he needed sex badly. After that, he started looking at the girls in the offices where he always held an executive position, and found most of them were available whenever he wanted them. After shopping awhile in a veritable sex supermarket, it was hard to confine himself to a small store.
"Take your clothes off," he said to Gloria, "and lie down on the grass here."
"What?" Her question came in a sharp, irritated voice. "Are you crazy? I'm not going to do it on the ground! We don't even have a blanket!"
This was one cunt, he decided, who could piss him off in a hurry, and his nerves were a little on edge tonight.
"Goddamn it, Gloria, if you think you're going to be a prick teaser tonight, guess again!"
She swung around and glared at him in the moonlight.
"Take me home! And tomorrow, I'm going to apply for a transfer to the typing pool!" She started to walk past him, back to the car, but he caught her arm and stopped her.
"You'll go back to the typing pool all right, but it'll be in a different company! After I fire your ass!"
"You wouldn't dare fire me!"
"Just wait and see!"
She swung out and slapped his face as hard as she could. He retaliated by slapping her back, with so much force that she fell backwards onto the grass.
"You dirty bastard!" she said, rubbing her cheek.
"Get your clothes off!"
"No! Go fuck yourself!"
He reached down and grabbed the neck of her blouse, which buttoned in the front. Her skirt was around her thighs and he could see her bikini panties.
"Take this off or I'll rip it off!" he said. He gave a little tug and the thin material stretched to the point of tearing.
"Oh, all right!" she cried. "I'll undress!"
He watched her unbutton the blouse. Her breasts looked larger in her bra than they did when she was fully clothed. She knew he'd want her completely nude so she unhooked her bra and removed that with no further protest.
Her breasts were big, all right. She was a rather petite girl with more body than a person would suspect. He felt his cock stiffen and his head began to spin with excitement!
"Get out of your skirt and panties now!" he said, unbuckling the belt of his slacks. While he pulled the trousers down he continued to watch. He wore boxer shorts and his cock had worked itself through the fly. It poked straight out, much the same way as it had looked when she sucked it briefly that afternoon. His shirt was next, and by the time he'd finished she had removed her skirt and sat on the ground in only her panties, garter belt and stockings. He was glad she didn't wear pantyhose. He hated the fucking things and hoped women would go back to dressing like women, in his opinion, should dress.
She undid her garter belt and slipped it down, taking her stockings with it. Then she reached for the elastic waistband of her panties.
"Hold it!" he said. "I'll take them off myself."
Since the whole thing had started out with a fight, he decided to continue giving the orders. She was obeying him now, a little frightened by his roughness.
"Take my shorts off while you suck me!" he snapped.
She got to her knees, looking at him with wary eyes, and knelt in front of him. He grabbed the back of her head and she opened her mouth just as his cock shoved in. He gave an extra hard shove and lodged himself in her throat.
"I'm gonna hold it all the way down till you get me out of my shorts!" he said, holding her head and forcing himself all the way down her throat to his nuts.
She quickly unbuttoned the three buttons at the top of his shorts and pulled them down over his hips. Before he had stepped out of them she was getting red in the face and would soon have to fight for air. Then he yanked his dick out of her mouth and shoved her face below.
"Lick my nuts all over," he said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. "When you get through licking my nuts, I want to feel your tongue in my asshole!"
She shuddered, partly from revulsion and partly from fear. But another part of the shudder, even if she didn't realize it at the time, came from excitement! Regardless of the way he talked to her, he was still the most attractive man she'd seen around in a long, long time. And Gloria Benson was a highly sexed woman for her twenty-three years.
Phil still wore nylon socks, which came up to his calves and were held by black garters. When he became an executive he started dressing like one. He didn't bother removing the socks, and this somehow made him even more attractive to Gloria. When he shoved her straight onto her back she didn't protest, just lay there, looking up at him. His chest was hairy. A lot of brown hair covered his body, as a matter-of-fact, but it was nicely distributed and he had a muscular, athletic build that had not begun to go soft yet. She didn't protest, either, when he crawled over had and planted his buttocks directly down on her beautiful face. Her hair, darker than his, fell in soft, short waves on the grass. He spread the cheeks of his ass with his. hands.
"Get your tongue in there!" he demanded.
Gloria slid her tongue up and found his little puckered hole. She had never done this to a man before and mingled with the strangeness of the experience was an increasing warmth flooding her groin. She raised one leg and pressed her thighs tightly together while she speared in and out of the little hole with the tip of her tongue, as hard as she could.
"Aggggggh!" he grunted, and pulled away from her. "I can't take much of that!"
He bent down between her legs and pulled them apart. The nylon bikinis were white, and he could see little ringlets of dark brown hair curling out on either side of the crotch. It was a mouth-watering sight, but before he tasted he wanted to bury his face in the woman-smell that he knew would come from her. He had become a good judge of passionate women, and he seldom was wrong.
His face came down and he rubbed his nose and mouth over the nylon covering her vagina. He could feel the spring of the crisp pubic hairs underneath, and the lips of her pussy felt like soft little pillows. The scent of her privates rose up and filled his nostrils like a heady perfume. He began to work his nose back and forth between the lips, feeling the nylon dent into her crack. Her legs lifted spontaneously and he threw them over his shoulders. Then he kissed the panties farther back and buried his mouth down into the cleft between her round, full buttocks.
She was just about to slide the panties over her ass when she felt his hands begin doing the same thing. The instant her bare flesh was uncovered his tongue started to lick her buttocks all over. She closed her eyes and moaned, not caring if he knew how excited she was becoming.
His tongue traced the same track that hers had just done. It worked closer and closer to her asshole and she knew from his heavy breathing that he was sufficiently aroused to give her the full treatment. His breath was hot and his lips felt moist as they neared the little pucker of a hole. Then she felt his thumbs spread her ass-cheeks farther apart and his tongue speared into her rectum with such force she thought at first it was his finger!
"God!" she gasped. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck!"
His tongue probed more and more deeply, wiggling and quivering while it did. He was driving her out of her mind! Now she knew why he had pulled away from her so quickly when she had done this to him. Nobody could take much of it, she decided, without forcing a premature orgasm! She was almost relieved when his tongue left the delightful little playground and began to lick back up in the direction of her throbbing vagina. Her panties were pulled down just enough to allow him to slip his head under and bury his face in her crotch. She reached up and yanked the nylon material over one foot, then the other.
"Owwww, eat me!" she sighed, forgetting now that he was supposed to be calling the shots. All she could think about was the agonizing tenseness of her pussy lips, straining in anticipation of his hot mouth. When she felt his lips begin to kiss her all over, her heart pounded so hard she thought she'd faint! Her head spun giddily.
Phil's cock was so hard it throbbed painfully. Throwing Gloria onto the ground and ordering her to strip was probably the closest he had ever come to raping a woman, but he could understand why rape must be so exciting to some men. He had her moaning and groaning now, and he knew she'd do anything he wanted. But at first, she'd been scared, really scared. The thought caused such a rush of heat to go through him that he shoved his tongue as far into her cunt as he could and sucked her entire pussy with his mouth. He would have sucked the womb out of her if he could! He'd have sucked his own load from her pussy at that moment.
Gloria swam in a dizzying whirlpool of lust. His loud slurping sounds were filling the woods around them, and even the cool breezes didn't carry the sound away. He was making a feast of her pussy, acting like he was ravenously hungry.
"Eat meeeee--! " she panted softly. "Eat me out good!"
By way of answer he scooted around until his pelvis was pushing against her face. He caught her head with his legs and rested it on his lower thigh. They lay on their sides in a sixty-nine position. She knew what he wanted and didn't wait for him to tell her. She grabbed his wonderful cock around the base and opened her mouth. He slid all the way down more easily than he had moments before. She supposed her own increased passion accounted for that.
Gloria continued to suck his cock deeply into her throat, breathing through her nose and going all the way down on each lunge. His tongue had her pussy on the verge of a crashing climax, but he seemed to know how to hold her there, never letting her finish, despite the way she churned and bucked her pelvis. Finally, almost in tears, she pulled her mouth away from him.
"Please! Finish me now!" she wailed. "Make me come! Put it inside me!"
Phil reluctantly took his tongue out of her hole and got between her thighs, on his knees. His cock was dripping wet from the sucking she had given it and it danced in the air, looking for something to penetrate. He could remember when Martha had been this way, writhing under him, almost begging for it. Before she had become such a cold bitch!
Pussy was getting younger and younger in Phil's life. Gloria was one of the youngest girls he'd ever slipped it to, and he thought about this while he lined up the head of his dick between her wet, hairy cunt lips. He gave a little shove, a teaser, and watched her shudder. Yes, she was a hot one, all right. He hoped Patty didn't grow up to be frigid like her mother. He could imagine his daughter some day, giving the man she loved the short of open, unrestrained passion Gloria was showing him now.
"Take it then, if you want it so bad," he said, shoving all the way home.
Her hands shot down and she dug her nails into his buttocks.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Now fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
He began fucking her in long, hard strokes, with her legs over his shoulders, slapping against her body loudly each time he went in. She liked it rough, he decided, and he could give it rough with the best of them.
He didn't try to quiet her down anymore. He was too busy reaching his own orgasm, which he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Nothing, he decided, was as good as sex. If his frigid wife and his prissy little daughter didn't realize that they could go read a book! He began to pant and grunt loudly.
All at once it felt like an eruption inside Gloria's womb. Her eyes and mouth shot open in an expression close to terror. Then a low, guttural moan came from her throat and she seemed to go completely limp. Only her pelvis still vibrated, letting him know she hadn't fainted. He was huffing and puffing. Then he shouted:
"HERE IT IS!"
She looked at him again and panicked. "NOT INSIDE ME!"
Phil yanked his cock out one second before it began to spurt. He shoved her legs down and moved up over her stomach. The first glob hit her breasts and started running into the valley. He aimed his cock down and let the next jet, too, splash against her rather large tits, aiming for the nipples. Then the next. And the next. Cum formed puddles in the valley and ran down to her stomach. He didn't think he'd ever stop. By the time it was over, she was drenched from the waist up. Finally, he climbed off her.
"I need something to clean up with," Gloria said.
"No! Put your clothes on just the way you are! Wash up when you get home!"
She stared at him for a moment, then giggled. Her blouse looked plastered against her breasts and all the way down to her waist. She climbed silently back into the car and waited for him to finish dressing. He got in and started the motor. She turned to him and put her head on his shoulder.
"Promise you'll stay here. Make them give you this office as your permanent headquarters."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because after tonight I don't think I'll ever be much good to any other man!"
CHAPTER NINE
It was the next day when Patty and her mother had the big fight. It was over nothing, in Patty's view, but Mrs. Fox had very strong thoughts on the subject under controversy.
"There are hundreds of boys in that school you can make friends with, Patty. Nice boys. Serious thinking boys with a real future ahead of them."
Patty shook her head in exasperation. Sometimes, talking to her mother was a trial.
"But if I can't have friends like Al and Ted, right in the neighborhood, the rest of them will think I'm-oh, nuts or something!"
"Al?" Mrs. Fox asked. "That large, dark-haired boy across the street? You know him too?"
"Of course I know him, Mother. He's one of Ted's best friends. I know all the kids around here now."
Mrs. Fox was silent for a moment, slowly stirring a sauce at the kitchen stove. She wondered again why Patty had turned into such a popular girl. Oh, she was pretty, all right, almost beautiful, but she didn't seem to have a knack yet for displaying her better physical qualities. She must be at an age, her mother decided, when boys saw something budding and blooming-She thought about Al across the street. She hadn't known he was one of Patty's friends, and she'd only seen him a couple of times. She had thought of him, actually, as an older boy, but now that she remembered the last time she saw him in Levi's and a tee shirt-he could be Ted's or Patty's age, of course. Mrs. Fox felt her legs go a little weak. She had already had a masturbation fantasy about Al, and in it he fucked her with one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen-
"Patty, my decision is final," Mrs. Fox said, covering the sauce and setting the burner on simmer, "I've heard those boys-Ted and Stu and Ronny-their conversations are just a little too rough. They talk about things no nice girl should listen to. And I'm sure they're just as bad when they're with girls as they are when they're by themselves."
Patty sighed again. It would be useless, at a time like this, to explain that she would hear those conversations at school anyway. Did her mother think she could protect her from hearing vulgarity and sex talk?
"I thought you liked Ted," Patty said, finally.
"I do," Mrs. Fox replied, walking ahead of her daughter to the living room, where a pitcher of martinis was already stirred and icy cold. "I just don't think he's a suitable friend for you, that's all. A girl has her reputation to think about, after all!"
Mrs. Fox had been having her cocktails alone for some time now. Phil was never home early enough to relax before dinner. In fact, he more often ate heated-up leftovers if he ate at all when he came in. There were nights when he looked almost too tired to walk!
Patty sat across from her mother, in the same chair where she had sat across from the mailman. They were both wearing shorts and halters, and Patty admired her mother's body with the cool calculation with which most women will size each other up. She had to admit that her mother, for her age, had what the boys would call a "bitchin' bod."
"Mother," Patty said suddenly, deciding to try a new shock tactic before continuing the conversation, "could I have one of those?" She pointed to the martini pitcher.
"Of course not!" Mrs. Fox said, shocked.
"Why not?" Patty asked. Til be staying home, and I'd love to see what it's like. Besides, I have to learn to drink some time!"
Mrs. Fox smiled under her breath. Yes, Patty would have to start being educated in many areas of adult life, especially if the boys were starting to notice her.
"Well, just a half of one," she said. "And don't drink it too fast or you'll get sick."
Patty took a glass and carefully poured herself a half drink. She went back to her chair and took a sip. The gin and vermouth immediately flooded through her system and made her feel warm and comfortable. She resisted the urge to cough when the liquid first trickled down her throat, thinking her mother would take the drink away if she acted like she couldn't handle it.
Mrs. Fox, as a matter-of-fact, was rather amazed at the way Patty handled the drink. She looked so adult sitting there, sipping. Adult and, well, sensual, too. She stared at the smooth, firm taper of Patty's tanned legs, thinking they were probably just as good as most women in their twenties would have. While she was thinking these thoughts, lost deep inside her mind, she didn't really notice that Patty had finished her drink and poured both of them full ones. When she snapped out of her thoughts she looked at her freshened martini and then at her daughter.
"Who told you to pour another?" Mrs. Fox asked.
Patty giggled. The martini was rushing through her like a tidal wave. She felt delicious little tingles between her thighs.
"It soooo groovy!" Patty giggled again.
"Promise you won't drink when you're out with your friends."
"I promise, Mother. I'll always tell you when I drink."
Mrs. Fox seemed satisfied. Patty had always been an honest and obedient little girl. She relaxed and raised her glass.
"Cheers, then." They each drank silently for a minute.
"Mother," Patty said, giggling again, this time from nervousness. "We've never-you know--talked about sex."
"I assumed you were having Sex Education classes at school."
"Oh-those Cartoon movies about where male sperm goes in a woman's body. Kid's stuff!"
Kid's stuff or not, Mrs. Fox was a little shocked. Patty had never used a word like "sperm" in front of her parents. But she prided herself on being a completely modern mother in most ways, and she pretended to take it all in her stride. It was amazing, she thought, how much more easily one could talk with a couple of martinis under one's belt.
"Well, Patty, what do you want to talk about?"
"Oh-things I wouldn't talk to Daddy about. like-oh-how does it feel to have a man put his-thing-inside you for the first time. Does it hurt? Does it make you faint?"
Mrs. Fox finished her second drink and gave a little shudder. She reached for the martini pitcher and motioned for Patty to come over for a refill. When they were both sipping their third drink, she spoke.
"The first time should be-beautiful," she answered, thinking to herself what a goddamned liar she was. The first time had been terrible for her at first, and then she had turned into a wild animal and achieved one of the biggest orgasms of her life!
She was Patty's age when she first met Phil Fox. He was a couple of years older, and a very popular boy at school. He was so well-behaved and clean-cut she figured he was the kind of boy who would save his virginity for the bridal bed. Most of the girls ogled his strong, athletic frame and his handsome face, but most of them didn't include him in their sexual plans and Phil seemed to perpetually be the president of the student council.
Then, one day, they met at a school picnic. Phil was suddenly behind her while she stared at an old boat dock. They were near a river, and Martha had wandered away from a group of friends to explore on her own.
They were both wearing bathing suits. She was not only Patty's age at the time, Patty bore a striking resemblance to her mother, the way she looked as she stared across at the older woman, drinking her martini.
Mrs. Fox's thoughts drifted back to that first meeting with Phil Fox, the man she ended up marrying. She suddenly knew he was standing behind her, and she gave a nervous little glance backwards and smiled.
"Hi."
"Hi." His voice was deep, exciting! "What are you doing?"
"Oh, old docks and things fascinate me! I like things close to the water. I wonder who used to dock their boats here-where they came from."
"This one's really falling apart. Hey, I wonder if you can still get inside that old storage room. You think the dock would collapse if we walked out on it?"
"We'd have to be careful," Martha said, staring at the lopsided storage room at the end. The door was hanging by one hinge. "Some of the boards are missing. Don't fall in the water!"
She marched ahead of him, picking her way carefully across the rotting old boards with her bare feet.
"Watch out for splinters!" Phil Fox said, laughing. He was also in his bare feet and he had trouble keeping his eyes on where he walked. They seemed glued, instead, to the swaying fullness of her perfect little buttocks. When she reached the door she bent over and peeped inside. The blue material of her bathing suit stretched across the rounded globes so tightly he could see part of the flesh of her vagina sticking out from the crotch in the back. The line where her suntan ended and her white ass-cheeks showed was also very visible. He felt his cock getting rock hard and hurried to stay closer behind her. He didn't want her to turn around and see his trunks sticking straight out.
She stepped inside and shaded her eyes.
"It's so dark in here," she said. Then she started to turn around when she felt his hands on her shoulders, shoving her down to a pile of coiled old rope.
"What are you doing?" she said, half in alarm and half in amusement. She didn't really know this boy personally yet, and she wondered if he were the playful, wrestling kind. Then she felt him untie the halter of her bathing suit and before she could say a word he was pulling it from her body. He yanked her around, roughly. His eyes looked like candles in the dark. They seemed to shine with a ferocity that was terrible! And exciting!
"Your name is Martha Stephens, isn't it?" he asked in a low whisper.
She nodded her head, too surprised to speak.
"Yeah!" he said, smiling a little. "I see you on the campus, walking around with all those other stuck-up little cunts! All of you acting like your pussies are made out of pink gold!"
"Let me up!" Martha cried, pushing his bare chest away from her. He kept her pinned down neatly.
"Not until I take some of the prissiness out of you!" he said.
He reached down and tried to kiss her mouth but she pulled away.
"I'll tell on you! I'll tell the principal!"
"Shit!" he laughed, a little ruefully. "Who the fuck would believe you? Your word against Phil Fox's? I can get away with murder!"
It wasn't true, really. Despite the fact that most of the girls drooled almost noticeably when they passed him at school, his boy-next-door image had seemed to keep them away from him. He supposed he frightened them a little. Anyway, all he usually got for all his popularity was a chance to fuck his fist in his bedroom at night.
Martha began to struggle harder and it seemed to make Phil angry. He slapped her face as hard as he could, and she uttered one little cry, then remained silent, staring at him and trembling with fear. She felt his hand reach for her bikini bottoms and yank them. They were coming off her with no trouble at all! All the panic stayed inside her, though. She was still too frightened to resist!
Phil sat back and pulled the bottoms over her feet. She was as naked now as the day she was born, and he stared at her body in the dim light of the storage room.
"Look at that little thing!" he exclaimed. "Little silk hairs-just like a newborn kitten!" He leaned over and yanked her legs roughly apart. Then he teased the tender young lips of her vagina apart with his finger.
"Owwwwww--! " he whispered hoarsely, "-look at that wet little hole!" He shoved his index finger an inch inside. She winced.
"That hurt, you little prissy cunt?" he asked. "Don't tell me you never shoved anything up there!"
Her face turned red with rage and she looked away from him.
"I know fucking well you haven't had a cock up there, because you little bitches are too fucking stuck-up to let a boy do it to you! Who the fuck do you think you are, anyway?"
She was close to tears, but she didn't speak. Her body trembled with fright, and she knew he was strong enough to really hurt her if he wanted to. If she waited for him to finish with his fun, she reasoned, perhaps this nightmare would end!
"Owww, that's really pretty-looking, you know," he said, continuing his exploration of her pussy. His finger made steady little trips back and forth from her cunt to her asshole.
He couldn't explain later why he was acting this way. It wasn't like him at all. But there came a time in everybody's life, he supposed, when it was necessary to do something drastic or sit around for years wondering what it would have been like!
His face bent down and she felt his tongue start to make little licking movements around the lips of her vagina. Her body shuddered with revulsion. Or was it something else? It was certainly a different feeling from any she had ever known!
Then his face buried itself between her legs and his tongue shot inside her hole, licking hungrily up until it couldn't go any farther. He shoved her thighs even farther apart with his hands and sucked the little hole, trying to make it looser. He wanted to get his tongue all the way into her womb! The delicious taste of a virgin cunt was a completely new experience for him. When he didn't masturbate he sometimes got a blow job in the front seat of his car. And then the little cunt usually spit out his juice, like she had performed some horrible sacrifice!
Sucking cock, Phil decided, had to be as good for a girl as sucking pussy was for a man! And right now the taste of Martha's soft little pie was making his cock so hard it throbbed painfully against the rough coil of rope under him.
"Ahhhhh!" Martha sighed, despite herself. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful! Her hands reached down and gripped his hair, yanking his face into her crotch even harder. He pulled his mouth away and smiled.
"You like that, don't you, bitch? You can't get enough of a man's tongue in your cunt, but you shit nails if you think he's going to stick his dick in there, don't you?"
Martha was breathing heavily and she didn't know what to say. Part of what he'd said was true. Only she didn't think girls were cruel, the way he tried to insinuate.
"Well," she said at last, taking a deep breath and closing her legs while he sat up. "If you've had your fun, I think we'd better get out of here!"
When she looked at him he was smiling. He raised up on his knees and she was dumbfounded to see that he had slipped out of his trunks! His cock was sticking straight out from his brown patch of pubic hair, the biggest, thickest thing she had ever seen or heard about! Her mouth shot open with surprise at the same moment he pulled her legs apart once more. This time he slipped between them on his knees and she immediately felt him guide the head of his dick to her freshly licked pussy!
"Sorry," he said. "I haven't really had my fun yet!"
With one brutal thrust he tore into her virgin pussy and shattered it. A loud cry escaped from her throat, then a stifled scream.
Patty was alarmed when her mother moaned that way. It was almost a scream. The teenaged girl sat in the chair, finishing her third martini, and listening through the alcoholic haze to her mother mumble and moan and describe every single detail of her first sexual experience. And with Patty's own father!
Mrs. Fox had stretched her legs out in front of her and her large breasts were heaving up and down inside the white halter.
"No! No!" she moaned and cried in her stupor, completely unaware that she was talking out loud and that her daughter was listening to every word. 'Take it out! You'll kill me! Aggggh!"
Patty was so turned on by the description of what had happened between her parents she was frozen to the spot, taking a perverse delight in hearing the forbidden story.
"Annngh! Annnnnngh! Annnnnnnngh! Yessssss--! " Mrs. Fox moaned.
Patty stared in fascination as her mother, eyes closed and head back, shoved the fingers of both her hands into the crotch of her white shorts and started grinding her ass around in circles on the sofa cushion.
"Yes, Phil!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck
CHAPTER TEN
Patty's mother was churning her body around on the sofa at the same time her fingers tore roughly at the crotch of her shorts.
Patty felt drunk, but she still knew where she was and what she was doing. Her mother, she decided, must have had a couple of nips earlier. The teenaged girl felt a thrill of forbidden excitement! Her mother, she knew, wouldn't even see her if she slipped her own shorts down and played with herself while she listened to the story!
The coolness of the evening breezes coming through the windows of the house whispered across her thighs and ass when the shorts were slipped down. She rubbed her hands down between her thighs and let the fingers tickle and tease her tense cunt lips. She was doing a little squirming herself.
Then she decided to have another drink. She crossed the room in only her halter and poured a fresh martini from the pitcher. Mrs. Fox moaned.
"Inside-me-I-uh--! "
"What, Mother?" Patty asked, pausing.
"Inside-I-can't--! "
Patty noticed that her mother's fingers were desperately trying to work their way under the shorts, into the wet, hairy lips of her fully matured vagina.
"Oh, what the hell?" Patty said, shrugging her shoulders a little drunkenly. She put her drink down. Leaning over unsteadily, she unzipped her mother's shorts and pulled them down. Mrs. Fox lifted her ass and allowed the material to slide down and off her body. Her fingers immediately tore at her pussy and seemed to fight each other for the privilege of going up inside the hole.
Patty could tell that her mother was pretty far gone. She sat down beside the older woman and sipped her drink, listening carefully for the resumption of the story.
"Yes! Yes!" Martha shouted, drawing her mouth back until her teeth were bared like an angry dog's. Phil was alarmed to see the young girl suddenly begin to fuck his cock like her maidenhead hadn't just been torn away from her body permanently. Her nails dug into his ass-cheeks and her pelvis began to rock back and forth as she tried to mount him more deeply.
"FUCK ME HARD!" she shrieked in a guttural, strangled voice.
"TAKE IT EASY!" he panted, slamming her tight channel as hard as he could. It was almost painfully tight at first, especially since she'd begun to fuck back at him almost from the minute he'd torn down her hymen. But slowly there were natural juices making the walls of her cunt wet, and he suspected there was very little blood.
Phil groaned and closed his eyes while he fucked harder. It was only the third time in his life he'd ever been inside a pussy hole, and the first time had been with a dirty old whore! The second had been a friend of his older sister's, but she was from out of town and he hadn't seen her again. In both cases, the women took the initiative, assuming he was hopelessly ignorant of what to do. Now, for the first time, he not only was doing heavy driving from a dominant position, but he had raped her virgin pussy at the same time! He felt a sense of power while he kept up his rhythmical ramming. He felt her begin to go a little wild under him, and it boosted his ego.
Once I really get in the saddle, he thought, it drives them a little bit crazy! Maybe I should get my cock platinum-plated!
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Mrs. Fox grunted over and over while Patty watched and played with herself. Her mother was fucking up and down on the sofa cushions, using her fingers like a cock. She noticed for the first time how hairy her mother was in the crotch and wondered if she'd be that hairy herself some day. She supposed it would really turn on a lot of men and boys!
"Oh, god, shove your fucking cock inside me!" Mrs. Fox groaned. "I yelled that over and over to Phil while he tore up inside me over and over again with his big, thick dick!"
Patty suddenly had a mental picture of her father naked. She'd seen him in swimming trunks and underwear, and she knew he had a beautiful body for a man of his age, but she hadn't known, until now, that he also had a big piece of meat. She'd suspected it, though, because her mother looked like the kind of woman who would take that into consideration before marrying-
The sounds of two women breathing heavily filled the room. Patty was getting more turned on by the second and her gyrations against the sofa cushions began to match her mother's. She stared at her mother's hairy pussy, being masturbated so brutally by all her fingers at once, and continued to listen to the older woman's subconscious rantings.
"He shoved my knees back until they pressed into my tits, and then he seemed to go another couple of inches deeper! I just knew he was tearing my womb! I wanted him to rip me apart! I wanted to feel him tearing my guts out of me!"
"Ahhhhhh!" Patty moaned, closing her eyes and shoving a couple of fingers inside her damp hole. She was finding out for the first time that her mother liked sex just as rough as her daughter. Patty had responded almost the same way the very first time! And Ted had been a little brutal with her, too.
"Keep hammering me, you fucking turd!" Mrs. Fox shouted the words and then began to laugh loudly, hysterically. "Keep shoving that big horse dick up inside my bleeding cunt, you mother-fucker!"
Patty was half off the sofa, one knee resting on the floor, tearing her fingers into her snatch as frantically as her mother was. Her face was inches away from the bushy cunt of the older woman and she could inhale the aromas of a mature pussy in heat. She thought the smell was wonderful and she couldn't wait for the day when her own body would exude these mature scents!
Phil Fox was almost becoming alarmed! In all the stories he'd heard and read, nobody had ever described a woman going so completely wild! Martha was doing more of the fucking than he was.
He had to hold her hips still while he plowed her or her churning snatch would break his cock in two. She was an incredibly tight fuck to begin with, and he thought she probably would be most of her life. On top of that, she was using muscles to grab and grip him that he didn't know women had! He felt like his cock had gotten caught in a milking machine!
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You bastard! You bastard! Ahhhhh!" Mrs. Fox's head rolled from side to side. "I said that to him over and over. I called him every dirty word I could think of! I hated him, but at the same time I wanted him to shove his cock all the way into my stomach! I didn't care if I died, as long as I could force another inch of him inside me. But we were getting so hot we couldn't hold off much longer." She sighed and was silent for a moment.
Come on! Patty thought, groaning. Tell all of it! I'm soaking my fingers! I'm gonna come pretty soon!
"I think that's why I went so wild that first time," Mrs. Fox continued, "because this incredible orgasm was coming over me and I didn't really know what it was! It frightened me and made me feel that perhaps something dreadful was going to happen to my body. I kept struggling for the moment that would either release me or kill me. I didn't care which!"
Patty was grunting so loudly someone outside might have thought she was sick. Her strangled gasps were coming in shorter and shorter duration. She was bent over, with both knees on the carpet, her open mouth slobbering on her mother's thigh, inches from the finger-fuck, her nose nestled in some of the thick brown pussy hair. Her pelvis seemed to be opening up, threatening to turn her inside out. Her loins became one long yawn, increasing in intensity by the second. If her mother didn't finish the story to the climax she'd faint from the excitement!
"NOW! NOW! NOW SHOOT YOUR FILTHY MESS INSIDE ME, YOU GODDAMNED PIG! FILL ME UP WITH BABIES! SHOOT YOUR GODDAMNED FUCK JUICE IN MY PUSSY! FUCK ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO DIE NOW! I FEEL IT COMING! IAHHHHH-OHHHHH!"
Patty heard her mother reach her climax and it felt like a dam had burst inside her. She gasped noisily, but her mother's cries and shrieks completely drowned her out. Her face collapsed against the smooth thigh and she rode out the storm hunched down this way, her fingers swimming in her pussy juices.
Then she looked over and saw her mother's fingers fall away from the juicy, hairy snatch. They were coated with fluid and glistening. She heard her mother snore softly, and knew she had fallen asleep.
Her breathing was still irregular, but it was slowing down.
Patty had a sudden urge to take a closer look at the mature pussy. She scooted around and got on her knees in front of her mother's spread thighs. The lips were stretched back and the pink meat inside reminded Patty of a giant oyster. Except that the hair framing the wet flesh in the center was as soft as it was furry. Little pearl drops of liquid were on the hair and Patty leaned her face down and touched one of them with the tip of her tongue. Her body shuddered with excitement and she felt another rush of warmth flood her loins. She was beginning to realize, for the first time, what a man must smell and taste and feel when he eats a woman's pussy out. The thought turned her body to fire!
She had an uncontrollable urge to experience, at least once in her life, the taste that seemed to drive men wild! And she knew her mother would never know the difference. Nothing would wake her this soon after she passed out. Patty licked across the fat, hairy lip of her mother's pussy and continued until her tongue stabbed directly into the hole. She felt pussy muscles grab it, then let it go.
It was strange, tasting the inside of a pussy. Patty knew that it would be different for a man, of course, but she wondered if men knew how gently women sometimes liked to have their clits worked over.
And she supposed the fact that she didn't shave her face made it feel even better. She remembered how rough Pete Arnold's chin had felt, although the excitement of what he did more than compensated for it. She shoved her face down between her mother's thighs and began to lick the hairy pussy the way she knew she'd like to have someone do it to her some day.
Mrs. Fox's snoring stopped for a moment, and Patty was afraid her mother had awakened. But she merely spread her thighs even wider and fell into as deep a sleep as ever.
Patty got busy with her tongue. The heavenly heat of the fresh orgasm permeated her nostrils and skin. She knew from the intensity of the climax she had just witnessed that adults didn't really lose their sexual desires-her mother was as passionate, probably, as when she was a young girl. The thought of all the years of sex ahead made Patty's head swim while she continued to suck and lick deeply inside the steaming hole. There seemed to be a veritable sea of sex stretched out, waiting for Patty to cross. So far, she knew, she had only gotten her feet wet!
She was amazed at how quickly she was becoming excited again! Perhaps it was the alcohol-or the smells of sex in the air-or the story she had just listened to. How many girls, she thought while she licked, would hear the story in detail of the first time her parents fucked? And to hear, on top of it, that their fathers had actually raped their mothers? As she let her tongue slip in and out of the still-quivering pussy she pretended it was her father's cock. She wondered just how far up this hot, wet tunnel his cock had gone that first day. A shudder of pleasure swept through her and she slid her hand down once more to her pussy and probed gently in. Then rougher.
Patty was sweating. She thought, on top of the drinks, another orgasm so soon might be too much for her. She was reluctant to leave off what she was doing, but she knew it would be a bad scene for Daddy to walk in on. She was just pulling her tongue away from her mother's hole when she felt the muscles clamp again, and her tongue became trapped for a moment. Then a hand grabbed the back of her head and forced it to push in even farther into the bushy crotch.
"Ahhhhh, yesssss--! " Mrs. Fox groaned in her sleep. "Eat it! Eat it out! Eat your own load out of me! Owwwwww, Phil!"
Patty's mind was blazing with thoughts! Had those words meant that her father had sucked her mother's pussy that same day, right after he raped the virgin cunt?
My god! she thought. Grownups certainly knew the score, too!
Her mother shoved Patty's face so hard into her snatch the young girl had trouble breathing. Her cunt seemed to go wild again, although Patty realized she was dreaming it.
"That's right!" Mrs. Fox mumbled again, grinding her cunt against her daughter's mouth. "Lick it out! Eat it all! Eat my pussy clean, you prick!"
Patty felt the pussy grabbing her tongue in a series of hard little pulls. Of course! She often had done the same thing to her own fingers, and more recently to other tongues! Why had it never occurred to her that her mother would have orgasms exactly the same way that she did? She was finding out, in more ways than one, that they were two of a kind!
A light, spicy cologne came from the parted thighs. Patty made a note to check out the name of it. She supposed it was exactly the sort of thing the boys around here would slobber over. Her knees were getting sore, she would have pulled her face away but her mother continued to hold her around the back of the head. Also, the pussy hole was snapping at her tongue so hard she decided to stay where she was until her mother had another orgasm, hoping it wouldn't wake her up when it came.
Then she remembered the description of her father's prick going in there for the first time and her fingers once more worked themselves into her hole, back and forth, back and forth. Her breathing came harder and she tickled the pussy hole with her tongue faster and faster.
"Unnnnngh!" Mrs. Fox moaned and a shudder went through her.
Patty could feel a fresh rush of heat coming from the hole, almost burning her tongue. She wondered if she felt this hot to the tongues that had been inside her pussy now-all three of them! Her legs trembled, and she leaned her breasts into the creamy thighs of the older woman and held herself supported while she licked up deeper inside the hole, curious to learn just what went on in these places during the moment of climax.
She didn't have to wait long! A strangled cry came from Mrs. Fox's throat and Patty felt both her mother's hands on the back of her head, pulling her face into the steaming cunt so hard she almost suffocated! The pussy hole closed in on her tongue like a boa constrictor.
"NOW! NOW!" Mrs. Fox cried.
Patty was so busy making note of the churning, grabbing, frenzied cunt under her face her own orgasm took her by surprise. Suddenly there was an explosion of hot lava around her fingers and she felt her breath fly from her body. She gasped and felt things go dark around her. As her mind drifted off into a dark vacuum she thought she saw the image, coming closer and closer through a black tunnel, of a giant frosted pitcher of martinis.
Before her mind went completely blank, something else penetrated it. Words spoken by her mother. They made no sense. She'd think about them some other time. Stupid words.
"Owwwww, that was so good, boys! Take your cock out of my pussy now, Stu. Ronny, don't pull out of my asshole so fast! Owwwww, Ted, you shot such a big load into my mouth!"
Ronny? Stu? Ted? All fucking mother at once? Stupid, Patty thought as her body fell limply backwards onto the carpet, between her mother's outstretched thighs and the coffee table containing an empty martini pitcher.
When Phil Fox came in he didn't hear any voices, so he assumed Martha had left the living room light on for him. He slipped out of his loafers and decided to tiptoe to the bedroom and undress. She didn't have to know how late he was if she was asleep. He decided to go to the kitchen for a quick nightcap and a sandwich first. His session with Gloria had ended in a long talk in the car in front of her apartment house. By the time she was finished with him he'd had no appetite for a snack, although he usually went to an all-night place before coming home.
I can make you or break you here, Gloria had said, whether or not you believe it! And if we worked side by side we could own the company! Nothing could stop us! Marry me, Phil! Get rid of your wife!
Her words went through his mind, over and over. He stepped into the living room and noticed that Martha had fallen asleep on the sofa. He stopped dead in his tracks, thinking he looked a little foolish with his loafers in his hand.
Then he noticed that Martha was nude from the waist down, with her thighs spread wide apart. He took a step closer and stopped once more.
Patty was stretched out at her mother's feet, on her back, also nude from the waist down. They looked dead.
"MY GOD!" Phil Fox cried out in alarm. He rushed to Martha and shook her. When she didn't respond he crouched down over Patty and grabbed her shoulders.
"PATTY! PATTY! FOR GOD'S SAKE, SPEAK TO ME! OPEN YOUR EYES!"
Patty's eyes shot open and for a moment she stared at her father blankly. It took several seconds for the surroundings to focus. When they did a feeling of horror shot through her. She remembered every detail of what had happened vividly.
"PATTY! PATTY! WHAT HAPPENED?" Phil implored, close to tears.
"Oh! Oh, Daddy! OH, DADDY!"
Patty flew up into his arms and buried her face into his shoulder.
"We were RAPED! WE WERE RAPED, DADDY! MOTHER AND I WERE RAPED!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Martha Fox came to, Patty had told most of the made-up story.
"Oh, Mother!" Patty wailed. "I'm so glad you woke up! I told Daddy about the two men who raped us!"
"Two men?" Mrs. Fox asked groggily. Then she noticed hers and her daughter's nudity.
"Yes!" Patty continued, her words tripping over each other. "The two men that came in and pulled guns and made us get drunk and take our clothes off!"
Mrs. Fox nodded, then her head rolled once more to the side. All she could remember was experiencing two recent orgasms and feeling a young, smooth face between her legs that could have been a girl's. She fainted, and her husband rushed over to her with alarm.
"MARTHA! OH, GOD, YOU POOR BABIES!" Phil cried, wrapping his wife's head into his arms.
* * *
Patty and her mother looked at each other suspiciously for a few days. Each time a new memory of what had happened on the sofa surfaced, they seemed more reluctant to speak.
Mrs. Fox, who had had these attacks of drinking and masturbating before, knew that quite a bit had happened, and that Patty had been involved. After all, Patty's shorts were off, and certainly no two men (masked, as Patty had told it) came in and raped them at gunpoint.
Patty had been taken to a doctor, Phil's company doctor. No details of the evening's activities were explained, but he performed a careful examination in his office the next day and told Phil and Martha, simply, that their daughter was no longer a virgin. Had any mention of rape been made, he would surely have added that nothing like that had taken place.
When Phil learned about his daughter's cherry being broken he accepted the rape story with few more questions. He was mainly interested in knowing what the men looked like. Since Patty had already said they were masked he needled her for more information.
"One had dark hair, Daddy," Patty said.
"That's right, dear," Martha added.
"And the other one had brown-or red hair. Which was it, Mother?"
"Red, I think, dear," Martha Fox replied after thinking for a moment, pretending to remember the details that were too painful to bring to mind.
"Keep the doors locked at all times when I'm not here," Phil said. "And don't let any strangers in, you understand?"
It was decided that the police would not be told about the matter. Since positive identifications would be impossible, the Fox family agreed unanimously that more could probably be accomplished if Phil did a little private investigation and not have policemen all over the house, bugging them day and night.
The incident shook Phil up in more ways than one. He began to mope around the office, talking to nobody, wrapped up constantly in his guilt feelings. He knew that if he stayed home the way any other man would do, this wouldn't have happened.
Fucking my secretary while my wife and little girl are raped at gunpoint! he would say to himself, over and over, feeling completely miserable. Well, that's all going to change. We're going to be a real family again. One of these days!
During this period, his trouble with Gloria began, but he put her completely out of his mind for the time being. For a while, when there was no legitimate work to keep him late, he went straight home without a word to his secretary.
Mrs. Fox, who certainly didn't want to bring up what had happened between her daughter and herself, was still determined to get one other matter straightened out. She went to Patty's room after Phil had fallen into a restless sleep one night.
'There's something I want you to explain to me," Mrs. Fox said to Patty, who was sitting in her pajamas, reading in bed. "Just how did you lose your virginity?"
"Oh, for god's sake, Mother. Can't we just forget the whole thing? After all, I got us off the hook-"
Mrs. Fox could have slapped her!
"Don't use that tone with me, young lady! Now I see what's happened to you-associating with those boys I told you to keep away from-how long ago did you let a boy take you? In this town? Somewhere else? I want to know who it was!"
"I can't tell you that."
"Very well, then." Mrs. Fox walked to Patty's bedroom door and turned. "You are forbidden to see any of the boys we've discussed. That's final. Except on the school grounds, you are forbidden to see them. Or to leave this house in the evenings or on weekends!"
Patty couldn't believe her ears! She became as furious as her mother.
"Is that so?" Patty asked. "Well, then, maybe I'd better make sure you don't have them up in your bedroom when I come home! I wouldn't want to be caught in the same house with them!"
Mrs. Fox froze and stared at her daughter in horror.
* * *
"Where's Mom?" Patty asked, strolling into her parents' bedroom the following Saturday. Friday had been the last day of school, and Patty had been out late. She held a cup of coffee in her hand and stood in the doorway.
Phil Fox checked to make sure his sheet was pulled up to a proper level. He'd slept in the nude, something he'd started doing just lately. But his nudity didn't get a reaction from Martha. The rape, he supposed, had made sex repulsive to her for the time being.
"Mom's gone away for a few days, honey. I took her to the early train. Came back to see if I could get a little more shuteye." He yawned. "I'm not going into the office today."
"Where did she go?" Patty asked, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. She put her coffee cup down on the bed stand and watched her father reach over, grab it, and take a long gulp. The sheet pulled away from his back when he turned and she let her eyes trail all the way down to the place where the crack of his ass started. Her heart beat a little faster!
"To see her sister in Toledo. Just for a few days. I guess her nerves are a little shaken, after everything that's happened."
Patty knew the real reason. Her mother simply couldn't face another confrontation, now that Patty had mentioned knowing about Stu and Ronny and Ted-Patty wondered how many more there might have been. Al, perhaps? No-she didn't think so.
Phil noticed his daughter's eyes looking at his chest and shoulders, then trailing down to the bulge where the sheet covered his naked crotch. He took the opportunity to give a long look to his daughter, sitting there in sheer nylon baby dolls.
Yes, she could excite a man now, he thought. Amazing how much like her mother she looks. like the first day I met Martha. Fucked her in that old storage room on the dock-
Patty thought she noticed a little twitch in her father's crotch, right where she figured out the sheet was outlining his cock. But he quickly lifted a thigh and cut off her view. Her eyes came back to his, and she saw him staring at her with as peculiar an expression as she herself was wearing.
"I'm sorry you went through what you did, honey," he almost whispered.
He wasn't her father now. She stared at his handsome features as though she were seeing him for the first time. He was simply a man lying naked in bed, looking good enough to eat! And she noticed that he looked at her the same way, as though he had never seen her before!
"It-it wasn't so bad, Daddy," Patty said, taking the opportunity to slide up over the sheet and snuggle her body against his. "Only one thing-"
"What's that, baby?"
Patty buried her face against his shoulder, as though she were too embarrassed to tell him.
"Come on, honey, tell Daddy all about it."
"Well-" Patty started, hesitantly, "-since that night, I-I feel a kind of heat down there where they violated me, and-" she stopped when she heard her father gasp. She pretended to catch her breath, then she continued:
"I know it isn't nice to put my hand down there, but Daddy, sometimes I think I'll just die if I don't have something to put up-I mean, to-to-owwww, Daddy, I can't tell you!"
Patty pretended to sob and he circled his arms around her. He had the same mature masculine smell that Pete had, she thought, inhaling his warm skin and chest hairs. She could feel the nipples of her tits beginning to rub against the nylon material of her baby dolls.
"That's okay, honey," Phil said, stroking her hair, "Daddy understands. Really he does. Somebody just made you a woman before you were ready, and it's going to be a hard thing to handle for a while."
"But, Daddy!" Patty said, her voice broken, "What am I going to do? All I can think of is to find some boy at school who's very nice and understanding and all, and maybe I could get him to put his-"
Phil didn't let her continue. He bolted to a sitting position and stared down at her, his expression very serious.
"Oh, no you don't, little lady! I don't care what condition you're in physically, you're just a little too young to be thinking about a lover!"
Patty had one quick glance down his torso before she threw her face into the pillow and pretended to sob loudly. The sheet had fallen away from her father when he sat up and turned toward her. For one exciting flash she saw the big cock, with the pink, circumcised head, already hard, between his legs. She knew she had won all the rounds so far.
"Then you do it!" Patty wailed. "Who can I find! I need it now!"
Phil's face became purple with rage. Under no circumstances would he allow his daughter to turn into a wanton slut! Before he knew what he was doing, he yanked the thin material of her panties down and brought his hand down hard against one of her buttocks.
"Owwww!" Patty screamed, then buried her face in the pillow again. Her father's hand was raining down a shower of hard, stinging slaps to her young ass-cheeks.
"By the time you can sit down again," Phil panted, still spanking her butt, "maybe you won't be thinking so much about boys!"
Almost before her ass warmed up from the spanking, Patty could feel the intense heat begin to flood her loins, making her almost weak. She ground her soft cunt into the mattress each time his hand fell. She could have worked herself off this way, she decided, but this morning she had bigger and better plans!
Phil had straddled her thighs. He was not even aware of his nudity, or the fact that his big cock was sticking straight out as he continued to spank Patty's ass until it turned a fiery red. Then he stopped and looked down at the abused and welted little hills. His heart almost stopped beating! His memory zoomed back to the first time with Martha, yanking her bathing suit off from the rear, seeing her buttocks for the first time-Patty had stopped pretending she was crying. Most of her sounds had been muffled little cries into the pillow. Now a sort of steady wail was coming from the pillow, almost too soft to be heard. Phil wouldn't have paid any particular attention if he hadn't been staring at her ass. The freshly-spanked little ass-cheeks were beginning to grind around in circular motions.
"You little bitch!" he cried, yanking her onto her back by her shoulders. He stared at her face and realized her eyes were dry.
"There's something a little bit evil about you, Patty," he said.
He saw her eyes stare at his crotch and when he looked down he noticed the way his cock was standing straight out. It was bobbing around in the air, with several drops of clear fluid running from the shiny, bloated tip.
"OH, NO!" he cried. "OH, GOD!"
His body crashed down on hers and she reached under to guide his cock into her. With one hard slam he sank himself to the hilt, the way he had done with Martha the first time. Patty felt like Martha did then. She smelled the same. Her skin was identical-her perfectly tapered thighs and legs. The suntan!
He pulled himself out of Patty until the head of his cock was on the verge of slipping from the hole. Their eyes met and held for several seconds while they breathed hard and opened their mouths in a silent exclamation. Then Phil hammered back in, so hard he shook the bed.
"AHHHHHHGH!" Patty screamed.
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, YOU LITTLE BITCH?" he said, his voice low and gravelly. "YOU WANT ME TO SLAM YOU HARD, YOU LITTLE SLUT?"
"YES! YES! OH, DADDY, YES!" Patty shrieked in reply. Her legs wrapped around his back and her heels dug down into the crack of his ass. She rubbed one heel back and forth hard when she thought it was massaging his asshole.
Phil's mind seemed to float away. He was back with Martha, on the first day he'd had her, on the dock. He fucked into his daughter brutally, not seeming to be able to go far enough.
"IS THAT THE WAY THEY DID IT, THOSE RAPISTS?" Phil yelled suddenly.
"YES! YES, daddy, YES!"
Phil yanked Patty over onto her stomach and pulled her sensitive buttocks two feet into the air. He got onto his knees in back of her and shoved against her pussy lips.
"DID THEY DO THIS, TOO?" he growled. "DID THEY FUCK YOU DOGGIE-STYLE?"
"YES!" Patty almost screamed. "YES! THEY FUCKED ME EVERY WAY YOU CAN THINK OF!"
His cock had gone deeper from this position, and her last word dissolved into a little "umpf!" as she felt all of his wonderful cock buried deeply into her cunt. Now she knew the rest of the story her mother had told. She knew how Daddy felt inside, completely, with nothing changed.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Patty chanted in a strangled voice. Her father's hard, muscled crotch made loud slapping sounds each time he slammed home. He was holding her hips now, and her ass ground around and around. She seemed to be trying to get more of him inside.
Phil was sweating. He reached under and grabbed her tits. His heart almost stopped beating. They had the same feel, texture, shape, as Martha's when they first met. His body seemed to go back in time and his fucking became as hot and fast as any teen-aged boy's.
"Push that tight pussy down on me, you cock-hungry cunt, you!" he shouted. "Reach back and grab my nuts, you horny fucking slut!"
Patty reached back and managed to get hold of both his balls in one hand. This wouldn't have been possible, normally. Phil's balls would have spilled out on each side of her delicate little palm. But they were tightening now, and had drawn up to the size of furry duck eggs. They bounced up and down in Patty's hand while she tickled them with her fingers.
"Owww, shit! Owwww, shit!" Phil panted. "You're gonna be gettin' my fucking juice in a minute, you slut! Either one of those rapists give it to you in the ass hole?"
"YES!" Patty hollered. "THEY SHOVED IT RIGHT IN! ALL THE WAY! THEY TORE MY ASS HOLE APART!"
Phil pulled out of her so fast there was a loud plopping sound. With no preliminaries, and with no lubrication except for the juices Patty's steaming cunt had put on it, he lined his cock up at the little stretched hole of her rectum and shoved inside so hard she screamed like she was being murdered.
"THEY DO IT LIKE THAT, BITCH?" he asked in a guttural voice. "IS THAT HOW THEIR COCKS FELT, BURIED ALL THE WAY INSIDE THE FIRST PUSH?"
"YES! YES! YES!" Patty cried back, banging her head up and down on the pillow and feeling like a stuck pig. "THEN THEY STARTED FUCKING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF ME!"
Phil yanked back and slammed in again. Another scream from Patty's throat filled the room, but not as loud as the first one. She let go of his balls and reached for her pussy with both hands. Her fingers began to tear frantically at her clit. Two more shot into her hole as far as they could go. She let his slamming cock in her ass shove her body against her hands. The fingers in her pussy seemed to go in farther, and she inserted a couple more.
Phil's cock felt like it would be torn off. Patty's ass hole was so incredibly tight he had trouble keeping a steady fucking rhythm going, but it didn't matter. Her ass was circling and grabbing and pushing so much she'd have his nuts off in a matter of seconds. There was no way he could hold back now, and he was beginning to think that going soft after an ejaculation would be the only way he'd ever get away from her.
Then her orgasm hit. At the same time he heard her holler so loud he was afraid the neighbors would hear the muscles of her anus started pulling him like a calf's mouth. Once more her face banged up and down into the pillow. He couldn't take any more and a deep groan came from his throat as he felt his heavy load begin to splash the walls of her rectum.
"EEEENGH! EEEENGH!" he gasped as his body fell down on hers, forcing her belly into the mattress. Her fingers were still buried in her cunt, trapped there. His hands continued to massage the erect nipples of her breasts and his breath was hot on her neck.
Slowly, she felt him soften. As his cock withdrew she could feel the cum following it, ready to run out of her. She started clamping the muscles of her sphincter as the last inches of his slimy dick was pulling out. The added stimulation caused the dick to give another little jerk, and a fresh spurt of cum oozed out at the same time the cock did. It ran down and nestled between her cunt lips. Phil's mouth came down and lapped it.
"Yes!" Patty groaned, remembering what her mother had said. "Eat it out! Eat the load out of me!"
Phil pulled abruptly away. His mind didn't allow him to grasp the total reality of the situation, but he came to Earth enough to know that this little scene had better break up in a hurry! And the less said about it, the better!
He jumped off the bed and reached for his bathrobe on a nearby chair. Slipping into it, he turned and noticed that Patty was dutifully donning her baby dolls.
Patty slipped off the bed, ran to Phil and gave him a hug.
"That was groovy, Daddy!" she said, nuzzling her nose against his furry chest. "I guess we shouldn't tell Mother about this, should we?"
Phil's heart started pounding again, but not from lust this time.
"No," he said. "We definitely shouldn't tell your mother about this!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Things went on normally for several days. The day before her mother was due to return, Patty had the chance meeting with Pete, the mailman. He drove by in his mail wagon and offered her a ride.
Patty was a little frightened of Pete. He seemed to resent the fact that she had boyfriends. What she didn't understand was his ego. In his recent younger days he had been able to get any girl on her knees with a snap of his fingers. He could still get all he could handle, but Patty Fox had been one of the few who'd suggested that it should be him after her!
He'd been pissed off by her very much lately.
Once she came to the door just as he was delivering the mail, took the letters out of his hand, and marched back inside without a word.
She'd also stuck her tongue out at him a couple of times when they passed on the sidewalk.
Told him to get in line for her pussy!
If she'd known a little playful revenge was brewing in Pete's mind, she wouldn't have accepted the ride. But she thought it would be fun to tease him a little, not knowing that her little flirting poses were causing a rage in him.
Patty first suspected something wrong when Pete didn't take the turn that he usually did, the one leading to her street. She kept quiet, though, thinking he maybe had a different way to go. After several more blocks she realized they were driving into an area that nobody lived in. It was going to be a new suburban development, and all the houses were in a state of construction.
All but one.
A sign said: MODEL HOME. It was an enormous, two story house of stone and wood. Pete stopped his mail wagon and quickly took the sign from the post it was nailed to and threw it into the wagon. "Where are we?" Patty asked when he climbed back behind the wheel. "Where are you taking me?"
Pete drove into a large garage. Inside, he turned off the motor, stepping out, and walked to the wall leading into the kitchen. He flipped a switch and the garage door closed behind them.
"Get out and follow me!" he said snappishly to Patty.
She climbed out of the wagon and followed him into the kitchen of the completely furnished house. He seemed to know just where to go and he marched ahead of her through room after room until he found a little paneled enclosure that looked like a den or a TV room. There was a day bed, and Pete pointed to it.
'Take your clothes off and get on the bed," he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Patty said, annoyed. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
It was the wrong thing to say. Pete charged across the room at her.
"Get on that bed before I slap the shit out of you!" he said. "You've been fucking around with me long enough! Now you hold your cunt so important, let's see if it's worth fucking!"
"Take me back home!"
Pete raised a fist. Patty didn't like the expression in his eyes. He certainly wasn't treating her the way he did the first time they had sex. Fucking around, she decided, had certain drawbacks. It might make you popular, but it was no guarantee anybody you fucked with really liked you personally.
"I'm going to fuck you, and then I'm going to tell you something," he said. "Unless you already know-"
"Know what?" Patty asked. She was frightened, but she was also angry.
"After we fuck," he said. He had removed his shirt and she couldn't help admiring his body once more. Whatever else she disliked about her mailman, he was one built dude, she decided. She watched him strip completely nude, and saw that his cock had already started to get hard. It looked larger than she remembered it, even though she had been fucked by her father and Al since that day with Pete in her living room.
"Come on!" he said. "What are you waiting for? If you try to run I'll catch up with you. You can't get out of this development out here without me finding you!"
Patty shrugged her shoulders and started unbuttoning her blouse. She wore a miniskirt that showed her slender, suntanned legs to advantage. Pete felt the blood rushing to his crotch. He'd seen her naked before, plenty of times, but this time he knew his cock was going to slide into her hot, tight cunt. He could have fucked her the first time, he realized. He wished now he had. Somehow, when he turned her down, it had made her dislike him. Then she'd made him more and more angry. Mostly because she was such a stuck-up little bitch around him.
When she was naked he strolled over and put his hands on her breasts. Her eyes followed his hands, then up to his face. He could already feel her nipples harden.
Shit! he thought. For all her play-acting, she wants it bad!
Patty's mouth opened and formed a little "o." His fingers massaged her nipples for a moment, and her first sigh of passion was about to come from her throat when he grabbed her breasts very roughly and shoved her backwards onto the daybed. She fell off balance and hit the mattress hard. Before she realized what had happened he was on top of her, digging at her cunt with his fingers.
"AAAAAGH!" Patty grunted, trying to get away from him. He grabbed her around the waist and pinned her flat down on the bed. Then he held her legs tightly together between his knees and pushed the head of his cock into her vee.
"Stop it!" Patty yelled. "I'm not even wet, you bastard!"
'Tough shit!" he said. "When old Pete's cock goes into you, you're gonna know you been fucked by the biggest and best!"
He probed forward and she uttered a cry of pain. That's when they heard the other man's voice.
"Hey, what's going on in there?"
A man suddenly appeared in the doorway. He was in his fifties, although he was robust and athletic looking in his tan slacks and yellow polo shirt. His silver-gray hair looked distinguished on top of his suntanned face, and a matching moustache gave him the appearance of a British colonel.
"Oh, hi, Tom!" Pete said, looking around. The head of his cock still rested at the dry gates of Patty's cunt. "What are you doing here?"
The man stepped into the room. He reached down and gave his crotch a squeeze while he talked.
"Hi, Pete. The wife and I were looking at this house a couple of days ago, and I decided to come back and take another walk through. Somebody took the sign down."
"Yeah," Pete said, "me. I didn't want to be interrupted while I balled this little fox here."
Tom was well aware that Pete Arnold had screwed half the young girls in the town. He and Pete had even sandwiched one occasionally. It looked like this might turn out to be another of those times.
"Jump in, Tom," Pete said. "Just do whatever turns you on."
"Wait a minute--! " Patty began, but Pete gave her left breast such a hard squeeze he silenced her.
"Don't mind if I do," Tom replied and started to take off his clothes. When the polo shirt was pulled over his muscular chest Patty could see that the hair on his chest was also white, and when his slacks and shorts came down she saw that the gray extended all the way into his pubic hair. His thick, stiffening cock was framed with the same silver that was on his chest and head. But his body was smooth and hard and tanned, and Patty thought he was very attractive.
Every attractive man and boy in this town, she heard herself remembering. This was what she wanted. It was what she was getting!
Tom climbed onto the bed beside them. He nudged Pete away for a moment.
"How can you fuck her when she's dry?" he asked Pete. "Here, let me get that little pussy nice and wet for you."
Tom pulled Patty's legs around and spread them. She was being handled like a sack of potatoes. He shot his face down between her thighs and she felt his moustache begin to tickle her just before his tongue shot in and started to lick up and down between the young, tender pussy lips. He liked girls Patty's age, when he could find them. He could tell by the taste of her pussy that she hadn't been getting dicks up there for long. His tongue went in farther and he licked the walls. He felt her begin to respond by warming up almost immediately.
Patty's mouth fell open and her head sank straight back on the bed, just in time to see Pete climb up over her face. His cock was rubbing across her forehead and cheek. She kept her mouth open, knowing what he wanted. The thick head went in and he lowered his weight while he shoved slowly down her throat.
"Go ahead and wet that hole up, Tom," Pete panted into Patty's face, but that hole's reserved for me! I got a score to settle with it!"
Tom shoved Patty's legs back, and his tongue shot back to her asshole. He gave it a couple of little flicks with the tip, then smiled up at Pete.
"Okay with me, Pete, as long as you aren't planning to use this one at the same time!"
Patty almost convulsed when she felt his tongue on her ass. Her body had turned to burning, writhing, churning lava! Neither of these men had asked her permission to do what they wanted with her! Once again she was in a situation that she hadn't planned or counted on, like that day in the pool with Ted. She knew these men could do anything they wanted and she would be powerless to help herself or stop them. The thought sent her head spinning into a sea of passion!
"Shit, look at her!" Pete said, fucking in and out of her throat so far he wondered how she could take it all without choking. "She's hot enough to shit sparks!"
Tom's mouth was doing sensational things to her clit. He was grabbing the erect flesh between his teeth and biting it gently while he swirled his tongue over and around the top. Then he sucked the flesh as hard as he could and started the whole thing again. Patty began to roll from side to side. She yanked Pete's cock from her throat.
"FUCK ME!" she cried. "NOW THAT YOU'VE GOT ME HOT, FUCK ME!"
Tom moved away while Pete shimmied down her body and got between her legs.
"No, not that way!" Tom pleaded. "Make her sit on it, facing you!"
Pete nodded in understanding. He rolled over on his back and Patty climbed up over his cock before he had a chance to tell her what to do. She reached back and grabbed his thick shaft at the base. As she slid it between the wet and drooping lips of her cunt she smiled at her mailman.
"You wanted to see if it was worth fucking?" she asked, out of breath. "Tell me how it feels now!" She lowered herself down so fast she appeared to be falling. The cock tore straight in and up, without stopping, until his balls were tickling her asshole. "NOW! TELL ME HOW IT FEELS NOW!" Her voice was almost animal-like.
Pete started fucking in and out, lifting his ass off the bed and pushing her up with each inward thrust. He had never been so far inside a pussy in his life, and hers was the tightest and hottest and wettest he'd ever had!
"Wuh-wonderful!" Pete panted back.
Tom was watching from behind Patty's ass, watching her tight hole stretch and pull and push on the thick pole that was up inside her. He yanked his cock to a fierce erection. It stood out, thick and long, from the white hair framing it. The muscles of his abdomen rippled and contracted as he felt his balls tighten and his passion rise. His mouth was still watering for more of her pussy, but that was being nicely plugged at the moment.
He leaned down and sought out her asshole again with his tongue. He could see a shiver run across her back when she felt the wet little probing tip.
Hot asshole! he thought. Hot damn!
Patty had started riding up and down on Pete's cock, doing all the work. Tom shoved her shoulders down until her breasts were pressed firmly down on the hairy mat of Pete's chest. Pete began to fuck up into her then, especially when he felt Tom's knees working in between his legs. He spread his legs and gave Tom all the room he needed to operate in.
Patty might have thought her asshole was in a better position now for a deeper licking with Tom's tongue. But what she felt next was definitely not a tongue, and she realized that some sort of mistake was about to be made.
"You can't go in there," she said, a little out of breath but politely. "I've already got a cock in my pussy!"
Then she felt him shove hard, and she realized he intended to go right on with what he'd started despite her protest.
"NO-STOP!" she cried. She felt like a barber's pole was getting rammed into her crotch, making one enormous pit instead of the two tight, well-organized entrances that were already there.
Tom shoved harder. His fat nuts pressed against Pete's, and both men were rammed as far into her body as they could go.
Patty screamed and tried to pull away from the prick that had invaded her asshole so brutally. When she yanked her pelvis, though, she impaled herself on Pete's cock even deeper than it had been and she began to suspect that there was no escape. She tried lifting herself straight up, but Tom's big hands grabbed her waist and forced her to take both men to the hilt again.
Patty screamed once more, but this time there were tears and sobbing too. She began to beg and plead with them.
"Please! Oh, please! I'll take you one at a time! I haven't been doing this long, and you're killing me! You really are tearing something inside! Please stop now!"
Pete and Tom caught each other's eyes while Patty begged them to stop. They nodded and on cue they grabbed her waist and both of them shoved inside simultaneously, once more making her scream and moan tearfully. Then they set up a regular rhythm.
They were forcing her body straight up with their hands. She couldn't lean forward or back. Not even to the side. While she sobbed and shuddered she was forced to accept the two battering rams, pounding up inside her so hard they knocked the breath out of her body.
She'd had cocks in her ass, yes. And she had turned on to them. And cocks in her pussy went without saying! But both at once? Then she remembered how her mother had coo'd when she talked about Ronny and Stu fucking her at the same time.
Why not? Patty thought, trying to find some reason not to feel quite so unhappy. After all, they both fit! They don't really hurt as much as I've pretended they do!
Then she realized that most of her protesting had been to make them stop. Now that she saw they had no intention of stopping, she decided to make the best of it. The second she told herself she would try to enjoy the double fuck the heat flooded her loins once more.
"Owww! Owww! Owww!" Patty grunted, and the men could feel her muscles begin to squeeze them. They fucked into her even harder, knowing they'd been right. This one was a natural for a sandwich job if ever they'd found one!
Suddenly, Patty went to pieces! It was the first time that even she realized she loved cock so much she would probably never get enough of it in her life! Pete and Tom were dumbfounded by the language that poured from her throat next!
"Owwww, fuck me! Fuck me! Both of you! Stick your cocks in my pussy and my ass at the same time! I wish I had another one to suck on! And two more to jerk off with my hands! And ten more shooting cum all over me at the same time! I'd suck them! I'd lick everybody's assholes! I'd swallow all that delicious cum! Owwwwww, fuck me, goddamn it! I can't get enough! FUCK ME!"
By the time she finished a scream came from deep within her throat and her body thrashed so wildly over them they had to hold her down. The contractions of her cunt and anal muscles were enough to push both of them over the edge, and they could feel each other's cock throbbing and shooting on each side of the thin wall that separated them.
They were still inside her when they let her sobbing, convulsing body fall onto its side. While she cried and wailed and let the last sharp tingles of her orgasm shoot through her, they pumped the rest of their thick cum into her pussy and ass. Then they brought their softening, wet cocks out with a plop.
Patty lay there for several minutes, thinking that her guts would spill all over the bed if she moved. In a little while, though, she tested her muscles, front and back, and found that things were almost normal.
"I have to use the bathroom," she said to the men. "As soon as I stand up it's all going to run down my legs."
They both laughed and got off the bed.
"Tom," Pete said, "I'd like you to meet Patty Fox."
Tom's slimy cock was still swinging around in the air, about half hard. It gave an upwards jerk when he heard the name.
"Fox? Fox? Pete, you mean this is the daughter of the broad you said was selling her pussy to all the young boys in town?"
Patty's eyes shot wide open and she stared at the silver-haired man in disbelief! Pete hadn't intended to tell her after all, but now that it was out in the open he supposed it was just as well. He was sorry, though. It sure looked as though Patty hadn't known until just now.
"Patty," Pete said, a little hesitantly. "This is Tom Andrews. The Mayor of the town!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Martha Fox couldn't believe what she was hearing! And the man sat so composed, so quietly friendly while he accused her of the most awful thing she had ever heard in her life! Mayor of the town or not, she didn't intend to sit there and listen to any more of it!
"If you'll excuse me, Mr. Andrews," Martha said, rising from the leather chair across from his office desk, "I have more important things to do with my afternoon than sit and listen while I'm being accused of lies!"
Tom Andrews stared at her piercingly and his face had lost all trace of humor.
"Mrs. Fox," he said, his voice a little edgy with impatience, "it would be to your benefit not to take that tone with me."
"You're lying!" Martha blurted out. "I've never charged for sexual favors in my life! And teenaged boys--! "
"Do you deny that you've had sex with those boys?"
Martha stared at him. Half of what he was accusing of her of, she knew, was the truth.
"I-I-" she stammered.
"They've been seen going in and out of your house."
"They come to see my daughter." Tom Andrews smiled.
"I don't doubt that. Whether you realize it or not, Mrs. Fox, your daughter Patty has been on intimate relations with those same boys!"
"That's another lie!" Martha shouted. Then her voice became softer. "Where did you get this information?"
"From the same source," Tom answered. Martha sat back down. "Furthermore, Mrs. Fox, you and your daughter might be considered troublemakers. Word has gotten to me that your husband has been making inquiries around town-oh, very discreet, of course-it seems there was a rape in your home. Or there was supposedly a rape-"
Martha's eyes flashed.
"What do you mean-supposedly--? "
"Just that. Since no other incidents have been reported in this town recently, coupled with the other information we have on you and your daughter, it would seem to me that you made up the whole story because your husband found you in-shall we say-some sort of compromising situation?"
Martha felt herself getting weak. She despised this man now, although when she walked into his office, wondering why he'd called her downtown, she had found him unnervingly attractive.
Tom looked Martha over carefully, noting the resemblance between her and her daughter. He wondered if they were both just as hot to trot.
"Tell me, Mrs. Fox," he continued, "do you and your daughter work as a team?"
Martha simply stared at him. She couldn't speak.
"I could make trouble for you, you know," he said. "Have the police investigate that rape story, question the boys involved in the other charge-scandal-your husband's position in jeopardy-"
Martha shut her eyes tightly.
"What do you want?" she asked, when she found the voice.
"I have friends," the mayor continued, "businessmen involved with me in my real estate dealings-valuable associates. Sometimes when they're in town, they'd like a little diversion. Sometimes they like them young-and-"
Martha's eyes opened. She knew it wouldn't do any good to anger him at the moment. She needed time to think, to decide how to handle a situation that at best was going to get messy.
"What if I said yes-that my daughter and I would be available to your-friends?"
"Then you will have made the first step toward securing your safety in our little community. No reason why anybody except you and Patty should know. To the rest of the town you'll be a normal, respectable housewife with a lovely young daughter and a rising executive husband."
"Only the first step?" Martha asked.
'There'll be a few other considerations. In the first place, if money transactions are invloved, you'll only keep a percentage. Of course, you must understand that-"
"I understand!" Martha snapped. "What else?"
"Need you ask?" Tom Andrews said, smiling and standing up.
Martha gasped! He had unbuttoned his fly while he sat at his desk and had already taken out his hardening cock. He pointed the thick pole at her and the little eye at the tip seemed to wink, then cry a little tear.
"Get over here and kiss this!" he said.
Martha's shoulders sank. It was the first time in her life she had found herself in a position where she couldn't say no. It infuriated her and made her almost ill, but it excited her, too. Why did she feel her loins warm up at the thought of being in this man's mercy? she wondered.
She got to her feet and put her purse on his desk. She was in a cool linen dress, sleeveless, that belted at the waist and showed her body to perfection. The dress was white and her shoes and purse were white, too. She was the model of respectability, all right! His secretary should see her falling to her knees in front of him, not even wondering if her stockings would get runs.
Tom Andrews was not very considerate of her immaculate hairdo when he grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth.
"Suck it dry for right now," he said through clenched teeth. "I came to work horny as hell! I need quick relief!"
Martha was a good cocksucker, but he was jamming her throat so fast she couldn't get used to the size, and she gagged several times.
"Keep quiet, you bitch!" he hissed. "My secretary'll hear you!"
He unbuckled his trousers and let them, and his shorts, fall down to his knees. She saw his muscular thighs and reached out to rub her hands over them. He was beautiful, she thought. One of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. His cock was as hard as a boy's. His voice was so deep it shook the earth! He could, she decided, make her his slave if he wanted to!
She grabbed his buttocks and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Relax," she said, smiling up at him. "Don't you think a professional like me knows what she's doing?"
When she put his cock back into her mouth he let her do it all herself. He watched while she grabbed the shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. Then her freshly-lip stick painted mouth came down again and this time she took him all the way to the balls without gagging once. When her lips closed down at the very root he sighed and felt his legs get wobbly.
"Unnnnn, suck it, bitch!" he whispered. "Suck me off and drink it!"
Martha shivered when he talked to her. She continued to hold his balls with one hand, but with the other she reached down and slid her fingers under her skirt and up to her panties, which she had put on over her garter belt. She nudged the nylon material away from her crotch and reached under until she could rub herself up and down between her pussy lips. The hairs felt soft and silky, and the puffy flesh of her lips quivered when she touched it.
"Oh, fuuuuuuck!" Tom Andrews groaned. Nobody had ever sucked him this good before! What a find! A mother-daughter combo that could take on anything he wanted to promise his friends. Some of them, he knew, went in for kinky stuff. Leather boots, whips, chains-Martha inserted two fingers in her cunt and started grinding them around. She shifted her knees slightly to get a straighter shot up her hole. Tom Andrews' cock was hammering the hell out of her throat, bruising it, choking it, but she didn't care. He was one of the few men she'd ever met who turned her on at first sight. Except for the boys, of courseShe sucked him harder and harder, not seeming to be able to get enough meat into her gullet. She wanted to feel him stuff her throat completely, lodge himself there-tremble-jerk-stiffen-spurt-spurt-spurt. Her head became a blur going up and down on him while her torso jerked around in unchecked fury as she masturbated.
"FUCKING SHIT!" Tom shouted, not caring now if his secretary heard his voice. "GET IT! GET IT! GET IT! OOOOOOOW!"
It happened like the imagined it would, and she held herself all the way down on him while his thick juice spurted directly into her throat. He was still shooting when she came up for air, and she took the last heavy splashes in her mouth, swallowing and breathing at the same time. Her chin and nose were covered with saliva.
"UNNNNNNNNGH!" Martha groaned with his cock still in her mouth. She went all the way down on him again and buried her face against his hard lower belly. He saw her body convulse (just like Patty! he thought) and he knew she was getting her rocks off. Her sucking mouth was beginning to feel painful on his sensitive nerve ends, and he was glad when she finally stopped trembling and came back off him. She stood up, got her purse and took a Kleenex out. Then she used a small mirror to fix her face and hair. When she was finished, she turned and walked out of his office without a word.
* * *
Martha was depressed when she got into bed. She and Patty had had another row. Patty, she learned, had heard the story all over town that her mother was fucking the boys in school for nothing. Now she knew the mayor knew (although Martha didn't know under what conditions the mayor and Patty had met). Patty asked her mother:
"For god's sake, Mother, if you're going to go commercial with the same boys fuck, can't you at least cut me in on the money?"
Martha had slapped Patty's face, but lying in bed, thinking it over, she realized that it might be exactly what she and her daughter would be doing in the very near future.
She couldn't believe she heard Phil's footsteps so early. He was usually at the office two hours later. He walked into the bedroom and gave her a big grin.
"Hi, darling," he said. "When did you get back?"
"This morning."
"How come you didn't call me?"
"I had to go to the-out for a few things. It took the whole day." She decided against telling him about her visit to the Mayor's office.
"Wow, I'm glad to see you back!" he said, throwing his jacket across a chair and walking to the bed. He crawled up, fully clothed, and sank down beside her. A hand went to the top of her nightgown and slid under to clutch one of the big, soft tits. Then his mouth crushed down on hers and his tongue shot in and licked to the back of her throat.
She immediately felt herself melt! Phil hadn't greeted her like this since shortly after their marriage, after Patty was born. He began to yank and pull her nightgown roughly away from her, another thing he hadn't done in a good many years. Then his face shot down and he began to suck her nipples, driving back and forth between her breasts so fast it felt like two mouths.
Martha was so startled by his sudden passionate behavior she didn't know whether to laugh or be flattered. Then his warm mouth started to do wonderful things to her breasts and the fire in her crotch told her that this might be one of the best lays of her life.
"Ahhhhhhhh--! " Martha sighed as she felt his mouth start trailing lower on her body, his tongue swirling her navel, dripping into her pubic hair.
Phil felt exuberant today! His high spirits were showing in bed, because he knew he was going to fuck Martha like he hadn't fucked her in a long, long time. All day he'd been thinking about the way she looked to him in that storage room on the dock-the first time they'd fucked. Patty's body had brought it back to him so vividly that he'd had trouble keeping his cock in his pants while she'd been gone.
Then there was his big decision, which he'd spring on her after they fucked. For once and for all, he'd decided to get Gloria off his neck. He hoped he'd decided to do the right thing. Somebody was going to get hurt, of course, but that was life!
Phil's mouth kept going until it was brushing aside the long dark hairs that covered her cunt. He managed to get his tongue between the lips and find the soft pink flesh.
"Ummmmmmmm--! " he moaned, licking up and down. Martha sighed and spread her thighs. He took his thumbs and parted the lips. Her cunt opened up under his mouth like a budding flower. He licked her clit and found it firm. She seemed to go a little wild when he teased it. He hadn't seen Martha act that way in bed for a long time. When he thought he might be pushing her too far he eased off and put his tongue back in her hole.
Then he felt her hands, undoing his belt, tugging at his trousers. She managed to get him nude from the waist down-all but his socks. She climbed up over him and crushed her pussy back down on his mouth, then she bent forward and captured his hard prick between her lips. When she sucked in she knew at once she'd make the blow job she gave Mayor Andrews look like a practice session. This was the finished product, and it was going to be the best suck job he ever got in his life!
Phil had never felt her mouth on him this way before, hungrily, greedily. She was sucking him like she wanted to, not like it was a duty she felt obliged to perform. Her hands were all over his nuts and legs and ass. She was taking him all the way down, then turning her throat back and forth on the shaft before she came up again. He felt his legs tremble! He reached up and pulled her cunt down on his face as hard as he could. He wanted to shove his while head inside, to swim and roll and crawl into the hot wet comfort of her tunnel. His mouth made loud slurping sounds while he ate her furiously!
Martha could have screamed from the sensation his tongue was giving her. She was sucking his cock so hard she was knocking the wind out of herself, and she realized he was as hard as steel. If she didn't watch her step, she thought, she'd have him off before he got a chance to shove it up her cunt.
"NOW! NOW! FUCK ME!" she gasped, yanking his cock out of her throat.
In a second he was between her legs.
"No! From the rear!" she yelled.
For another brief second, flipping her onto her stomach, he remembered the way they had made love the first time. He wondered if she was thinking about it, too.
Her fingers were already back, grabbing his shaft, guiding it to the hole. He placed her hands on her hips and she pushed up into a hands-and-knees position. As he felt himself sliding in, he closed his eyes and her cunt felt as tight as it ever had. Besides, now she had taught the muscles a lot of tricks, and tonight she seemed determined to use every one of them!
"YES! YES! YES!" she gasped in a strangled voice.
He thought about Patty hearing, then decided he didn't much care if she did.
Martha felt his cock slam her like it hadn't done in so long she couldn't remember. She only knew that it had been this way once. It was the way it had been in her dream, when she played with herself on the sofa. (She still wasn't sure to what extent Patty had been involved in the masturbation, but she had a good guess!) She started to wonder why he was suddenly so attentive tonight, but she didn't really care. Not as long as his dick kept filling her and filling her so beautifully! She groaned and worked her butt around in circles.
"Oh, shit!" Phil hollered. "I'm gonna shoot! I can't hold it, baby!"
"Shoot then!" Martha hollered back. "I'll come three times when I feel your juice going inside me!"
"Awwwww, shit, baby!" he gasped. She felt his cock jerk and the cream started to jet in. It washed the walls of her cunt and made them so slippery she could feel his cock move against her skin when it twitched. Then an eruption came from somewhere inside her, releasing what seemed like a megaton of pressure. Her body flew into a hundred pieces and sailed through space.
Phil held her while she tore the bottom bedsheet into a ball beneath her. Her ass wiggled from side to side so fast it looked like it was operated by a motor. Then she stopped and sagged limply into the bare mattress.
"My god! My god!" she whispered.
Phil's face came down and his mouth nuzzled her ear.
"like it?" he asked.
"Yes!" she answered. "Yes, darling."
He thought about Gloria delivering him an ultimatum that morning. Start divorce proceedings or she'd start her anti-Phil Fox campaign. And how simply he'd been given another choice.
"Harrington called me into his office today," Phil said.
"Oh? And what did King Kong want."
"He offered me the Vice-Presidency here." Martha's heart sank. "Did you-take it?"
"No. He said if I wasn't interested I could have the presidency of a smaller outfit that's organizing in the West. Bigger fish in a smaller pond. But it's a challenge, Martha. I said I'd go. In a few days, as a matter-of-fact."
Martha's mind began buzzing. A new town! That was what she needed! And more organization! She wouldn't make the same mistake twice! She and Patty could get a good thing going-
"And," Phil continued, hugging her closely, "I'm going to make sure I keep plenty of time in the future for my little girl-just as cute as she was that day in the storage room."
Shit! Martha thought. Good lay or not, why did he have to rediscover me just when I was developing a taste for screwing around? Shit!
"Besides," Phil said, "I couldn't find out anything about the rape. Guess it's just as well to leave it behind us."
Martha couldn't have agreed more.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Patty finally found out who'd started the story about her mother fucking for money. She'd dragged it out of Pete, finally. When he found out she was leaving town he thought she might decide she'd have nothing to lose by making trouble for him.
Mr. Officer, my mailman tried to get into my panties!
So he cooperated. He told her Ted had been the first one to mention it to him, then he'd heard Stu and Ronny make cracks.
A further interrogation of Stu and Ronny disclosed that Ted had been the one who told them Mrs.
Fox screwed for a fiver.
So Ted was the culprit, Patty decided. And all because she'd made him angry at the swimming pool. Well, who in hell liked to get fucked in the ass underwater in front of fifty people?
She'd fix him, and fix him good!
Patty was enjoying a new freedom. Neither of her parents seemed at all inclined to be strict with her, and she giggled when she thought about it. She supposed each of them was afraid she'd mention something to the other about sex, and her involvement.
Luckily, Daddy hadn't heard the story of Mother and the boys. In fact, he seemed to be the only person in town who hadn't. That was good, Patty knew, because when her father wanted to be a disciplinarian he could be an unbending one.
Yes, her last few days in the town could have been a nightmare. As it was, she had a ball.
"Let's play in the woods," she said to Ted.
"What?"
"Dad's home so much now it's hard to use the house. I just wanted to spend an afternoon with you before I left town."
"Okay. You know where the little shed is?"
"Yes. Tell you what, I'll bring a picnic lunch."
"Okay."
Patty showed up with a large wicker basket, stuffed with fried chicken and potato salad and sodas and all the other things that made a delicious lunch in the open. Ted was impressed when he looked inside. Then he drew out several lengths of rope.
"What are these for?" he asked, holding them up.
Patty giggled.
"Oh, maybe I shouldn't tell you. It was just a thought I had. Kind of a fantasy."
"What kind of fantasy."
"Well, I always have this fantasy that I'm a great Amazon huntress. You know, the kind you read about in books. Living in a primitive society of women, hunting men and using them for sexual objects. Tying them up and raping them-that sort of thing."
"You want to tie me up and fuck me?" Ted was confused.
"Well, it's just a fantasy I've always had. I thought maybe we could have some fun with it. Of course, I wouldn't really tie you up so that you couldn't get away-"
Ted laughed.
"You are really one crazy chick, Patty."
They were near the little shed, but Patty encouraged him to follow her farther into the woods. There was a clearing farther back, and she thought it would be a nice place to have a picnic, and anything else they felt like having.
'This is private," she said. "Can we play our game first?"
"What do you want me to do?" Ted asked.
"Well, in my fantasy, the Amazon huntress runs through the woods in a scanty little costume, sort of the way I would look if I were just wearing my bra and panties."
"And?"
"And the man is naked, of course. He's escaped the camp, and the women there have kept him naked in a cage. Feeding him like an animal, laughing at him and throwing buckets of water in to clean his cage.
"Ugh!" Ted said. "Sounds terrible."
"Not the part we're going to act out."
"What's that?"
"Where the huntress captures the man in the woods, ties him to a tree, and rapes him!"
"That sounds a little more interesting," Ted said. "What do you want me to do?"
"First, let's take our clothes off," Patty replied.
The two of them stripped. Ted got completely nude, but Patty kept on her bra and panties. While the redheaded boy stood awkwardly, wondering how to get the game started, Patty found a leafless branch on the ground. She pranced back over the rough ground in her bare feet, looking every bit as ferocious as the Amazon huntresses Ted had read about.
She pointed the short branch at him like it was a sword.
"I could have killed you with my bow and arrow," Patty said. "But I have other plans for you, you sniveling worm!"
Ted was amused. He simply stood there while she pranced around him, poking at him with the branch.
"ON YOUR KNEES!" Patty snarled. "MY SISTERS ARE WATCHING FROM THE HILLTOPS. IF YOU MAKE ONE FALSE MOVE, YOUR BODY WILL BE PENETRATED BY THEIR ARROWS!"
Ted had trouble keeping a straight face. He got on his knees.
"Now bend over! Put your arms straight out in front!"
He got into the position she wanted. She quickly knelt down and fastened a length of rope to one of his wrists. She tied it with a knot she knew he'd never unfasten. She hadn't been a Girl Scout for nothing!
It was fun dragging him back to his feet by one arm. He made a small protest, then remembered that they were playing a game in all seriousness, and that getting raped by Patty was one of the rewards for playing the game well.
Patty pulled him to a tree that had a smooth, shiny bark. She backed him against the trunk, then circled the tree with the rope and caught his other wrist. When he was finished, his arms were tied behind him much more securely than he dreamed.
Patty took a long look at his body. It still sent a shiver of excitement through her. This was the boy, after all, who had taken her virginity, and she still remembered with vivid excitement the way his cock had felt tearing into her for the first time.
His cock might not have been as big as Pete's and Al's and Mayor Andrews', or even Daddy's, but it was big enough to give her all the wonderful sensations she loved so much!
She advanced on him, still playing the Amazon.
"Let's take a look at him, sisters," she said, talking to imaginary spectators. "Is this what makes a man think he's better than a woman?"
She reached out and took his cock and balls in her hands. She felt his cock thicken immediately and she skinned her hand back and forth on the shaft for a moment.
"Look, sisters," Patty said triumphantly. "It grows and fattens in anger! like the body of a rattlesnake! Ready to spit out its venom! I wonder what such a thing tastes like?"
Patty sank to her knees and brought the head of Ted's cock to her mouth. She ran her tongue around and around the pink knob for a moment, paying special attention to the oozing little tip.
Then she let her mouth trail down the underside and lick back until her face was pressed into his balls.
"Ow www www--! " Ted muttered. He stayed in a standing position because the rope held him there, but he was able to spread his legs and give her more room to tongue his nuts.
I knew she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth off me, he thought. She's just like her mother!
While Patty sucked his balls she slipped her panties over her ass and around her ankles. When she reached under and felt her pussy lips, they were drooping and open, ready for her finger. She could tell the pussy was hot, even if she hadn't felt the heat in her loins. There was a steaming dampness there already.
She licked back up the underside of his cock, then plunged down and captured all of his throbbing meat in her throat. With one big swallow she had buried it and her lips made a circle around the base.
"AAAAAAAGH!" Ted moaned.
Patty massaged the shaft in her throat. It seemed easy enough to take all the way down now. She'd had a lot of practice in sucking cocks since she met Ted. She continued to work her lips tightly around the base while she felt the shaft throb in her gullet. Her pussy seemed to be opening more and more. Two fingers, then three, slipped inside and started a fucking motion.
Something about being tied to a tree, in the middle of a deserted woods, turned Ted on. Patty's mouth and throat were working him to a high state of excitement and he knew he'd blast his load in a minute.
"See, sister, how easy it is to excite these inferior males!" she said, stepping out of her panties. "Any physical contact with a woman and they become animals!" She removed her bra.
Patty leaned in and rubbed her breasts against his hard chest. She held the globes in her hands and let just the erect nipples touch his skin. The sensation seemed to drive him mad!
"Let me suck them!" he said, dipping his head. Patty pulled them out of his reach. She shoved her pelvis forward and pushed it against his cock, letting the drooling head slip between her thighs and rub against the cunt lips.
"Owwww! Owwww!" Ted moaned, bucking his hips and fucking between her legs. "Put it in, please! Please, Patty!"
"See how he begs!" Patty laughed at her make-believe audience. She grabbed his shaft and let just the tip go into her. Just as his head flew back with a sigh she pulled his cock back out and once more started rubbing her tits against his body. She squatted and let her breasts trail up and down his thighs. She knelt in front of him and put his dick between the tits, holding it there, massaging it. He seemed ready to shoot again and she stood up again.
He watched her back up a few steps and shove her torso forward. Her fingers were working themselves in and out of her cunt. Ted had a perfect view of the spectacle. The fingers seemed to be getting wet and glistening as sunlight filtered through the trees and picked up sparkling little highlights.
Watching Patty masturbate turned him on even more than when she sucked or fucked him. The expression of lust in her eyes, the little high cries coming from her throat, mingled with low, guttural grunts when she found a particularly sensitive area inside her pussy. Two fingers on one hand worked the clit, twirling it around and around, faster and faster. He thought her voice sounded like it was on the brink of an orgasm and he almost panicked, wanting to be inside her when that happened!
"Please-please, Patty!" he moaned, really begging now. His eyes were filled with longing and his passion was reducing him to a slave.
Patty smiled coyly while she continued to work her pussy harder and harder.
"Look at it!" she said, bending her knees and throwing her chest back, limbo style. "Look at that beautiful, hot, wet, tender pussy. Think how your cock would feel up there, driving and pushing and slamming and ramming--! "
"Ohhhhh, god!" he moaned. His prick bobbed up and down in the air. It was throbbing almost painfully.
"Give it to me!" he shouted. "Don't just show it to me! Let my cock go inside! Damn you, Patty, stop teasing me!"
She laughed out loud and moved closer to him, bending backwards even farther. Then she supported herself with one hand and went back until she was almost sitting on the ground. Her legs were spread apart and he could even see her asshole while she continued to work her fingers furiously in the slippery young twat.
Ted struggled with the ropes on his wrists. He expected that she had used some sort of slip knot. He intended to break away and put her in the same position, only tied up good. Then he'd rape her ass like she never dreamed was possible!
The harder he pulled his arms the tighter the knots seemed to get around his wrists.
"Goddamn you, you fucking bitch!" he snarled, so frustrated he was almost in tears. "How the hell did you tie me!"
Her laughter grew louder, but was cut short by another guttural grunt. She started fucking her hips forward against her probing fingers.
"I'm close to my climax, sisters!" Patty panted, still keeping up the game. "See how the slave pants and drools. He would be capable of murder at this point-anything to get his filthy member into my delicate womanhood!"
"Aw, cut the crap!" Ted shouted. "Get over here and fuck me, like you promised-"
"I promised to rape you!" she snarled back. "There's more than one way to rape a person! Right now your cock is so excited it's going to shoot without touching it! You don't want that, do you? You'd rather die than have an orgasm without my cunt or mouth or hand on it! But I'll make you come against your will! And that's rape!"
"FUCK YOU!" he snapped. "I WON'T COME IF I DON'T WANT TO!"
Patty sprang to her feet. She ran behind the tree, made sure the rope was free of any knobs in the trunk, and grabbed his shoulders. With one mighty shove she brought him to his knees. Then she fetched another length of rope and tied an end around his ankle. She brought his leg back and pulled the rope around the trunk, as she had done with his wrists. By the time she'd secured his other ankle, he was unable to move from his kneeling position.
Patty stood directly over him. She was panting from exertion and passion. Her eyes blazed as she looked down at his face and continued to masturbate herself.
"Now! Now it's coming!" she moaned.
Ted's face rolled to one side and his mouth opened. Her pussy was directly over it, but too far away to taste, even.
"Please!" He whispered. "Let me lick it! Let me lick your asshole! Let me bring you off with my tongue! Please, Patty! I can't take much more--ahhhhh!"
The last thing she remembered seeing when her orgasm hit was a large splash of cum gushing out of his cock and landing on his belly. Then she closed her eyes and let herself explode. She had to brace one hand against the tree to keep from falling. While her eyes were closed she thought she felt several splashes of cum landing around her calves. When she looked down again she saw that he was drenched. Cum was all over his belly and chest.
His eyes had tears in them.
"Bitch!" he murmured.
Patty quickly dressed. Her legs were wobbly from having such a big orgasm in a standing position, but she checked her watch and found that she didn't have much time.
She opened the wicker basket, took out a tablecloth and plates and set a lovely picnic table on the grass. The bowls and containers of food were placed around attractively and everything was ready in a few minutes.
Under the plates and glasses and silver wear and food was a little sign she'd carefully printed up. It had a string across the top which enabled one to slip it over a person's head. She quickly ran over to Ted and fastened it around his neck. He couldn't see what was written.
"Look down and read it upside down," she said. He didn't notice that she was slipping her panties back down and lifting her skirt. When he bent his head to read the sign he felt something wet and warm splash against his hair. He quickly looked up and caught a stream of the yellow urine in his face.
She's pissing on me! he thought with horror!
He quickly looked down again. His neck and chest (including the sign) were getting drenched! But even in the anger and frustration of the moment he couldn't help but see the words she'd printed. FUCK ME $5 A PERSON
When Patty finished pissing, she pulled up her panties and checked her watch again.
"Goodbye, Ted," she said smiling, and she left the woods.
Pete, Al, Stu and Ronny arrived fifteen minutes later. All they knew was that Patty had invited them to a picnic in the woods and had promised them a little going-away present. They took one look at Ted, then each other, then they laughed like hell while the bound boy seethed in anger and humiliation.
Without a word to him, the four of them sat around the tablecloth and began to eat their lunch.
* * *
Patty sat in the bedroom window of her new house. She liked the looks of the town immediately, and was sizing up the local male talent before she and her parents had even arrived in their neighborhood.
Things were very much up in the air. Daddy was keeping Mother so busy in bed she doubted if he'd give her much time for extracurricular activities. Well, she might have to do it alone!
First of all, she thought, don't give in to any of the boys or men right away. Let them build up steam in their pressure cookers.
Second, don't sell yourself too cheap! Five dollars was a ridiculous price for Ted to advertise. $15 minimum. And with no "specialties." $25 for the works. Unless they were businessmen. Then let them discreetly make out a check for what they thought it was worth.
Third, make sure Daddy doesn't stay in this town too long. An overworked town could be a real drag, and possibly dangerous.
Patty sighed happily, thinking of a blissful life ahead of town after town after town-
