When gorgeous Madge Fuller, a successful insurance executive, saw two teenage boys about to seduce a very young girl, she did the natural thing-screamed at them to stop.
Later on, after she got to know the boys better, she wondered if her motive had been altogether altruistic, whether she was trying to save the girl from the boys, or to save the boys for herself.
At any rate, she found it very easy to be kind to the two horny kids, because so many people had helped her over her early sexual bumps. Helped her to understand and appreciate her own humanities, without fear and without guilt.
So, it may just be possible that her warm and generous nature did actually take over, not only at the potential rape scene, but later, in her private apartment next to her business office in downtown St. Louis.
But she ran great risks.
A secret organization of overly zealous young toughs, posing as a moral brigade but actually far more immoral than their victims, used the boys she befriended to get at Madge.
But the very toughness of character which made it possible for Madge, a young and sexually flowering girl, to make it big in the big city also made it possible for the warm and courageous woman to put her tormentors to a demoralized, aching flight. Aided by one of the two young boys, who found his just reward in a grateful woman's super-charged affection.
In spite of the terror which the bigoted brutes bring to this novel of an older woman's overpowering love and passion for young boys, Carolyn Hunt brings the warm hearted heroine to a triumph of both flesh and spirit.
In a very explicit fashion, Ms. Hunt shows that if sex sometimes gets a woman into trouble, sex may also have the power to extricate her from a web of problems.
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CHAPTER ONE
Madge Fuller lay on her back in her big, comfortable bed, her fine body barely filmed with a very light sweat. Even with the air conditioner on, the heat of late May made her velvety skin glow. But there was a more intense heat in her body, in the softly oozing slickness and warmth of her cunt. Her fists were clenched as she waited for the boy to make up his mind. She had forced him by threats to come here with her, and used more threats to make him take off his clothes. And she had been almost a hundred per cent certain of his cock when she had begun to take her own clothes off.
"See, Danny," she had said. "Look, you mustn't be afraid. I'm taking my clothes off, too. See how much better I am than that tiny little girl? Here, Danny boy, give me your hand."
He had begun to breathe hard, and his cock, which had been so small, began to swell and lengthen as she pressed his hand against one of her big, warm breasts, and he had gasped "Wow!" when she had drawn his hand down and put it into the softness, the slackness between her legs, into the hot slit where her warm juices were lubricating her pussy for the anticipated fuck.
'"Wow' is right, Danny," Madge whispered. "I feel that way, too. I'm just as hot as I can be. Come on, Danny, get on the bed with me. I want you to stick this beautiful peter of yours into me! Deep! OHHH!"
She shuddered, holding his hardening cock softly, frigging the foreskin up and down gently, her mind in a fever of imagination as she thought of it inside her, plunging into her cunt. And shooting his hot, thick seed into her.
"I want you to feel what it's like when you shoot your jism into me, into a hot cunt," she whispered brokenly.
He leaned against her, his boyishly skinny body feeling warm and strong, and she rubbed her big tits against him. But she sensed that he was still wary. What a shame that a kid this age should be conditioned to be afraid of sex! It made devious, sneaky, dangerous maniacs out of boys who were so full of semen. She pumped her body against Danny's, thinking of what could have happened. Danny and that friend of his, so excited, might have raped that tiny little kid. If she hadn't been where she was, when she was. And now, because of that, she had this tall, serious, frightened kid where she wanted him-in her bed, naked, with a lovely hard-on. Almost. She had scared him half out of his wits when she had called his home. After she got his name from the school's principal.
That's what she was trying to correct. She didn't want him scared. She wanted him bold and ready. So she had hugged him tenderly, whispering: "I know you're scared, Danny, but don't be. I want to take your lovely peter in my mouth. Would you like that?" And he had trembled, then said hoarsely: "No! You'll tell on me!"
But the woman's intuition had sensed eagerness and curiosity behind Danny's refusal. She had dropped on her knees, her arms around the kid's lean hips, and had softly taken his warm peter in her mouth.
The musky, thickly masculine odor of his crotch, of his skinned-back prick, had made her choke with eagerness. Her mouth was full of saliva, and she laved the gamy cockhead with her tongue, swallowing it all the way back to her tonsils. Madge felt it grow against her licking tongue, her pressing cheeks, and she had almost cum in the hungry heat that flooded her strong body.
The smoothness, the softness of the head of this big boy's cock was a treat she craved as much as a fuck, and she wished he would take her by the ears and pull her onto it, thrusting the big, hard, sweet thing down her gullet until it hurt her. But, since he stood still, even though obviously enjoying her sucking mouth on his fuck-nerves, she held his muscular ass and worked her head back and forth, using her mouth so that it would feel almost like a cunt.
When Danny had moved and sat on the bed, and shyly placed his big hand between her full thighs, his fingers splayed out and up into the slick heat of her cunt, she simply moved onto the bed, spread her legs, and whispered: "Come on and get it, Danny boy! Come on and fuck me! Quick, before I catch on fire and burn up!"
She knew that her strong body was as good to look at as when she was the boy's age. Maybe ten pounds more in weight, but it wasn't all in one place. And she knew that boys Danny's age were enthralled by big, soft titties, powerful hips and thighs, and lots of cunt hair.
She felt him move his weight on the bed, and held her breath. Was he moving toward her, ready to plunge that hard dick into her oozing, quivering cunt? Or had his fears overcome his need, causing him to pull away?
Then she felt a pulsing warmth on her widely opened thighs, and could have wept with relief and desire. He was between her legs, his warm breath betraying his curiosity as he stared down at the warm, slick, vein-reddened cunt lips.
He's too young to suck, Madge thought with a pang. Kids his age know about it, but it turns them off.
She could hear the young boy's breathing becoming harder and faster, and then, like a gift from the blue, making her strong body leap in spite of herself, something warm and solid touched her open cunt. She could not help it, she moaned, a long, wordless sound of happiness, and somehow, it must have made the tall kid feel better, for he let out a sort of grunting giggle, and laid his face right on Madge's softly rounded belly, just above her pussy.
"Oh, Danny," the woman whispered, "oh, thank you, thank you! Lie on me, Danny! Don't be afraid."
From some innate manliness, the boy suddenly became bolder, bold enough to speak. "I'm not afraid any more, Miz Fuller. I'm sorry I acted like a baby. But I'm not sure what to do. Is it all right if I just look at your pussy for a minute?"
The release of her own apprehension almost made Madge Fuller cry. She stroked the boy's tousled hair, pressing his sweet face deeper into the soft flesh of her belly, while her cunt felt as if it were opening and closing. "Danny," she whispered, "you can look at it, feel it, do anything you want to with it. Oh, thank God, dear, that I didn't scare all of this lovely feeling out of you! Danny, did you ever kiss a woman? I mean, well, do you know how to kiss a girl with your tongue?"
The boy seemed to be gaining confidence. "I guess you mean French kissing, don't you, Miz Fuller?" he asked, raising his warm face from her belly, smiling down at her.
She could see him, now, and he was beautiful. Face a little too thin, maybe, dark eyes very large, lips full and red with his hot young blood. What a lover she could make of him! And that cock! Truly beautiful. And not for a kid of sixteen. It would have been lovely on any man, regardless of his age.
She held out her arms to him, laughing, her red mouth open, her pink tongue coiled and waiting for him. "That's what I mean, Danny, French kissing. Lie on my belly, on my big, fat old tits, and let's get it on!"
His breath was as sweet as a baby's, his lips were slick with his saliva, his tongue came to hers bold and strong. She could feel his hard cock jabbing into her groin, on one side of her cunt, and she shifted slightly, hoping to trap it. As she sucked his tongue, feeling its length and muscular strength in her mouth, much as his cock might feel, she groaned in heat and ecstasy, humping her loins.
He pulled back, his young face looking troubled.
"We'd better look out," he said, blushing a bright red. "I'm not used to anything this, well, this hot, you know. I don't want to mess up your nice bed."
Madge let him go, let him stand on his knees, and his prick looked bigger and better than ever. "Liable to cum too quick, huh?"
She reached for that lovely, long, hard hunk of hot meat, her mouth filling with saliva as she thought of the load of rich, thick boy-cream in those almost hairless balls.
"Listen, baby," she crooned, holding his throbbing penis very gently, barely moving her hand in a frigging motion, "my sheets are the last thing we're going to worry about. I just wish we had the time-and that you had the jism-to plaster my room with it. But I want this marvelous piece of hard meat up my cunt. I want you to shoot it into me. Later, today or any time you say, we'll shoot it every way there is. Now, does that sound all right to you?"
Making a kissing motion with her lips, tugging gently on the boy's hard organ, she worked her ass up and down, knowing that her pussy was now wide open, the inner labia so swollen by lust that they pushed the hairy outer lips aside. As she pulled on the youth's cock, he gradually lowered himself, his eyes on Madge's, until she felt the soft, satiny, blood-bloated head go into her cunthole.
And Danny, closing his eyes, his face showing how desperately he wanted to burrow his meat into that softly sucking pussy, let go all his weight and drove his prick into Madge with all his strength.
She had been sizzling ever since she had first seen Danny and his friend, outside the kitchen at St. Bonaventure High School. It had been such a hot sight!
Her guts churned in crazy sensation as the kid's long, hard cock crashed into her. She knew she had a tight pussy, exceptional in a woman over forty. But even so, and even after seeing and handling Danny's cock, Madge hadn't expected this feeling of hard, hot stretching. There was enough cunt oil flowing out from her dark, sloppy depths to let an elephant get into her, but she felt an ecstatic shock of brutally delightful pain as the skinny boy's gorgeous prick smashed against the mouth of her womb.
She had hoped to let Danny cum while she was still riding easy on his pole, so that she could wallow in the delights of feeling his jism squirt all over her fuck sheath, her sensitive folds of juice-shooting membrane. And the mouth of my womb, she thought in a brief interlude of sanity as he fucked into her.
But it couldn't happen.
Her heat had risen with each tiny touch since she had let the boy into this downtown apartment of hers, this comfortable, handy hideaway next to her office.
Thus, when his rock-hard cock slashed into her, so big that it pulled all her inner lips into the depths of her cunt, the pull on her throbbing clitoris had been too much. And, as she reacted by thrusting her solid body up in a mad wave of fuck-feeling, his mound banged against hers. Right against hers. Right against the hairy, cushiony tissues which formed a protective arch above her tenderized, ready-to-shoot little love button. Her own cunt flesh came down on her clit like a soft, hot mouth, and it was too much.
Dimly, encased in a bright crimson haze of marvelous cuntal vibration, she heard her voice screaming: "OH, HOLY JESUS! OH, DEAR GOD! FUCK ME, SWEETHEART! ARGH! ARGH! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
As the tidal wave of fuck-shock receded, dying into smaller, equally hot spasms of satisfied female lust, Madge's body quieted, no longer soaring off the bed while her vagina milked Danny's spurting prick. She lay still, but her cunt quivered inside as it drank the rich sperm implanted in it by the youngster's big blasts of cum.
She realized that she had been clasping the boy's strong but skinny body with all her force, and she laughed shakily as she released him, kissing him on his sweated temple.
"Thank you, Danny," she whispered. "That was wonderful! Such a big prick on such a young guy! Was it all right for you?"
The panting boy, his young body covered with sweat, drew his head back. His face was serious, almost worshipful as he looked at the woman. "All right?" he gasped. "All right? Listen, Miz Fuller, there's got to be a lot of words better than all right!"
He reached under her and squeezed her warm, smooth buttock's firm, softly muscular flesh. "I bet I've looked at every girl in this part of town. And none of 'em look any better than you do! OOOHHH! WOW!"
His young cock, still hard, throbbed in the tight depths of the woman's pussy, and she groaned in an echoing pang of lust, feeling the warm tool caressing her cunt walls.
"You're so great," the kid whispered, brushing her lips with his. "I don't understand why, especially the way you got to know me. I thought sure as hell you were going to ship me right off to the penitentiary! Geez!" He squeezed one of Madge's magnificent breasts, warmer and heavier than before, with dark blue veins pulsing under their white skin. "I got to figure I'm lucky. But I still don't see how it happened. You're so-oh, I wish I wasn't such a dummy, so I could tell you. You're so sort of, well, grand, to be fooling with a nobody like me. I just can't understand it!"
He looked ready to cry, and Madge rolled him off her so she could hold his face against her big, warmly tingling breasts and stroke his smooth, hard muscled back. She gasped in a sort of anguish as the boy's softening cock slipped out of her loosened, slick vagina, but her hand went down to we can talk about it. It began a long time ago."
"Yeah," the kid said, his voice quivering in excitement. "I guess it began when you saw me and old Paul Harker looking at little Annie Jones's pussy! Wow! Only this afternoon!, but it seems like ten years ago!" He shuddered violently as the woman's mouth closed on his tender cockhead, still sensitized from his big cum. "Oh, how great! I just can't believe it!"
She heard Danny's breath sucked in as a sort of gasp, and said: "Danny, my dear, will you do me a favor? My cunt itches, sort of all over. Would you scratch it for me?"
The boy's gusty laugh gave her a thrill. It sounded so grown up.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, Miz Fuller," he said, swallowing audibly. "Where did you say to scratch it?" His hands immediately touched her, and she moved luxuriously, feeling a tiny throb of life come back in the sixteen-year-old peter in her soft grip.
"Down each side," she said. "In the hair. OHHH! DAMN! That's not quite it! But, oooh, it feels good!"
She heaved involuntarily as the boy ran his fingers all around the thick, hairy cushions which sheltered the tingling inner labia. She sucked Danny's tool a moment longer, then said breathlessly, remembering what he had said about the little Jones girl's pussy, "Do you like to look at a grown up cunt better than that little girl's? And would you believe, when I yelled at you guys out the window, I wasn't trying to save her. Not entirely. You two kids could get in deep trouble, fooling with a kid that young. I wanted to help you!"
In a strange gesture, the young boy reached down and patted Madge's head. "Your pussy's lovely, Miz Fuller. I'd rather look at it than anyone's." There was no doubting his sincerity. "But listen," he said earnestly, "it wasn't our idea. She wanted us to, well, to fuck her."
His body moved as he said this very grownup word, and Madge's mind raced with raunchy thoughts. She remembered what young Cable had said a minute or two ago: "It all began when you saw me and old Paul Harker looking at little Annie Jones's pussy." Such a young girl, wanting to open her tender little cunt for a boy's-no, for two boys' hard pricks. It reminded her that it had, in fact, begun a long, long time ago. Long before Danny and his pal were born.
CHAPTER TWO
It had been such a lovely day. The mature woman, lying comfortably and happily naked, with a boy's cock in her mouth and a boy's fingers playing with her cunt, remembered it so well. That kid, she thought, that little redheaded girl that these boys were fooling with, looking at her sweet little pussy! Is she any younger than I was. On that day?
She was in a brush arbor back of the barn. Her folks had built it for a cool and shady place in summer, of oak saplings made into a sort of A-frame, with uprooted alder bushes piled on and held by baling wire. In the woman's memory, it was clear as this afternoon. As clear as her view of the little redhead's pussy, almost devoid of hair. But fat and soft and divided by the deep slit which makes a woman so marvelously different from a man.
Little Madge Fuller-the name she was born with, the name the mature woman had taken back after she was divorced from Seaman Barnes-flung herself on the soft grass. She was laughing and panting and her strong little body, made like a miniature woman, with its sweet, firm curves at butt and belly, at hip and thigh, was vibrant with life.
The boy who had chased the laughing girl into the brush shelter now fell beside her. But he was a bold one. He fell so that part of his body was on hers, and the young girl's mind and body burned as she felt his hand burrowing between her legs, pressing on her fat little mound with its delicious split. On my cunt, Madge thought.
He had told her he was going to kiss her, and that was why Madge had run. Not to escape the kiss, but from an animal instinct to seek privacy. The kiss idea had been building for a long time. Too long, in the hotly trembling ten-year-old girl's opinion. Her sister, only a couple of years older, had been kissing guys for as long as Madge could remember. "Tonguing" them, she had called it, and had French kissed Madge to show her how it felt.
"Gosh, Aileen," little Madge had gasped. "That's hot! If you do that with a guy, what happens?"
"The guy gets a hard-on," Aileen had said, laughing. A hard-on! It gave Madge a sort of cramping pain, way down in her guts, just thinking of it. She had seen a baby boy's hard-on, and it was hotly interesting. But thinking of a guy nearly twelve years old, wow! She had heard that Pete Harrigan could actually shoot off! Pete Harrigan, who kept saying he was going to kiss her! But the tiny, perfectly formed girl had thought about it, and thought about it. And now, here she was, under Pete, and he was feeling her cunt. "Peter," she shispered, "you'd better watch it with that hand!"
"Or what?" the flushed and panting boy retorted. "I told you I was going to kiss you, didn't I. And you ran into this old brush arbor so we could kiss without anyone seeing us." He had a triumphant look on his face, the oddly mature look of a predatory male. A kid, not quite twelve, saying: "I'm gonna fuck you!"
For just a second or two, the beautiful little girl was numb with fear. It was all she could do not to fight and scream, as she had been told to do so many times.
But then she was swept by a blaze of warmth, and by a flood of gratitude to this strangely bold, determined boy. And it gave little Madge Fuller the grace and courage to do what she did.
As she had told Peter to "watch it with that hand," he had automatically pushed harder, and it had felt hot and good. But he was trying to push her dress and her little-girl panties into her tiny, tender little fuck hole, and it just wasn't going to go. So Madge, putting an arm around the hard muscled boy, gently lifted her rounded little butt and whispered: "Reach under me and pull my panties down, Peter. You're hurting me, this way."
She felt a delicious rush of coolness from the air and heat from her pussy as the boy, acting under orders, snatched her panties off.
"OHHH! OHHH! PETER, DONT PUSH SO HARD!" the tiny girl screamed.
She loved the fact that his finger was going into her, but she was, after all, not yet eleven. And the inner lining of her soft and tender vagina wasn't used to such a rough invasion. But it felt so good, even if it did hurt. And Peter was so pleased, so excited, that he kissed her face over and over, until she held his head and forced him to kiss her on the mouth.
When his tongue went into her lips, pushing at her own tongue, the tiny girl had a new rush of sensation. She had been fingering herself for as long as she could remember, and knew very well what it was to experience an orgasm. But never had she known such a complete sweep of lust as now swept her. A finger, a boy's finger, in her cunt, and a boy sucking on her tongue!
Instinctively, the young girl's body began to move, her sweetly formed young ass going up and down in a sort of heartbeat rhythm. Pete's finger went in deeper, stretching her, and it rubbed on the sensitive walls of her suddenly love-slopped pussy. She felt a burning sensation, hot and crowded, like when she had been holding in her pee for too long, and it was hard to get started. But a hundred times more gloriously hot, more feminine, more fucky.
Aileen had said when a guy was French kissed by a girl, he got a hard-on. She hadn't said what happened to the girl. Especially when, in addition, the guy had a finger in her pussy, and his hard-on was pressed against the girl's leg.
With a sure hand, as if she had done this a thousand times, little Madge reached down and felt Peter Harrigan's hard cock through his slacks, and began to rub it.
Immediately he let go her tongue, pulled away, and took his finger out of her warm and slobbery young cunt. It was such a traumatic shock that Madge screwed her face up to weep, but the boy kissed her on the cheek and said hoarsely: "I just want to get my cock out of my pants! Listen, did you like my finger in your pussy?"
The young girl, her senses in a chaotic jumble of thoughts perhaps too large for her to handle all at once, clung to him with her arms around his neck and nodded vigorously. "But can I see your, uh, your cock, Peter?" she asked in a trembling whisper. "Can I see you shoot off?"
In a grownup gesture, the young boy kissed her gently, laying his hard cock against her warm, smooth thigh, and said: "You can see it and feel it and eat it, if you want to. But first, I want to stick it right in you. It's better for you to get used to it, first. Then, if we want to, we can do anything, everything."
He humped his body convulsively, and little
Madge, her small face rosy with heat, let go and fell on her back, spreading her young thighs as wide as she could get them. "Go on, Peter," she said in a husky voice. "Here I am. Stick it in me."
Unhesitatingly, she reached her warm little hands up and took hold of it, stroking its thick, smooth foreskin back and forth with a feather-light touch. And, for the first time in her life, she smelled the high, strong, aphrodisiac odors of a man's unwashed cock, the acrid invitation of a male's sweated crotch.
Unconsciously, she humped her small, strong young body as hard as she could, and the boy, looking down into it, could see the swollen inner lips of her girlish cunt.
Still holding the soft-skinned, hard-cored prick, Madge began to moan: "Come on, Peter! Give it to me, Peter! Oh, Peter, I want it so BAAADDD! PLEASE!" Her body was thrashing hard, now, and her eyes were closed. She was swinging on Peter's cock with so much weight and with such a grip that he put his hand over hers, stopping her.
"Hold it," he panted. "Let me get it in you! I'm about to cum!"
She lay trembling with fuck hunger as the boy kneed his way between her small but shapely thighs, and dumbly, pleadingly lifted her soft young cunt up to him.
Because he was both horny and bold, Peter Harrigan had fucked more than a few girls around the farming neighborhood where he and Madge lived. But he had never seen any girl get so hot, so quick. And he had never seen such a fat cunt, with such a nice, shiny coat of curly hair, on any girl this young.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, bending to kiss the girl on her smooth, warm little belly, "you're so pretty! Let me get my cock into your sweet little cunt!"
Madge had raised her ass so high that all he had to do was point the swollen red head of his cock at the bubbly-pink hole at the bottom of her slit. It went in easily, but it hung up after the boy had thrust about an inch of his thick young cock into the little pussy.
Whatever it was, he hit it so hard that his cock seemed to bend, and it was so painful that he screamed: "OHHHHHH! GOOD GOD! GEEZ, BABY, YOU'RE TOO TIGHT!"
Madge's small body tensed in a pain far deeper than the boy's, a pain that was worse than a hard fist in the gut, for she felt the sharp, burning pang of torn flesh.
Nevertheless, with a swell of triumph in her breast, she locked her heels over Peter Harrigan's narrow rump, and held him, loving the hurt that seemed to turn on and off deep inside her like a powerful light. The stretch of the cock, the very idea that she was getting fucked, made her triumphant over any pain.
She held Peter around his body, her young hands on his shoulders, and whispered: "It hurts me, too, Peter, but I don't care! It feels so good! And you're so BIG!"
He leaned down and began to kiss her again, sucking her tongue, enjoying the warmth and sweetness of her mouth, of her saliva, and they both got another surprise. Inside her juvenile cunt, something quick and wonderful happened. Her cuntal muscles made a gentle clipping motion on his cock head, as if it were a drooling, toothless mouth nibbling at his rock hard prick.
It tightened his loin muscles, his back muscles, and he lunged down at the small girl, feeling a gorgeous friction of lubricated flesh as her cunt clung to him. It was so hot, so moving, that the inexperienced girl threw her young body up against Peter's thrust.
"OOOOOOHHH! OOOOOOHHH!" A scream burst from the happy child's throat as she felt a stinging pain, felt Peter's cock hang up again, and then, in her quivering cunt, felt something give. There was a gush of warmth around where the boy's organ was hurting her so, and then he was deep into her, clear to the end of her cunt.
She had wanted to feel what it was like for Peter to shoot off inside her body, to feel the heat and power of it, not having the faintest idea of how much or how strong or how hot it would be. But a huge ball of intense fire seemed to glow somewhere inside her, burning especially around the opening to her cunt, where the nice, hard prick rubbed and beat so fiercely at her tight opening, and she felt something loosen inside her. It was like a trigger being pressed. The ball of fire burst, and she had to shut her eyes, the burst of pain and pleasure was so marvelous. She had the same feeling she had sometimes in dreams, when even the tiniest feeling seems too big to bear, and the simplest movement seems to take an hour.
The ticklish, sweetly humid crack of her clean young ass had its own sensations, aware of hot, slick liquid pleasure seeming to flow from her cunt down along her wildly sensitive asshole. Her big back muscles, the strength of her thighs, the power in her bunched-up ass muscles all took off in then-own gyrations. She felt her body fling itself up and down, not out of control, but in a very beautiful fixed pattern. And all of those muscles were engaged in the simple act of moving her tight, hard-cumming little cunt up and down and 'round and 'round on Pete Harrigan's fuck stick.
She felt it slam in and pull out, and she suddenly had a great awakening, a new knowledge of her tingling young body. Her breasts, which were so small they had looked to her critical eyes like marshmallow cookies, suddenly warmed with the same fire that was exploding in her fuck-channel. Peter's hard body was mashing them flat as the two hot kids held each other and fucked like a pair of rutting minks, and they trembled with a fierce blossoming of maturity.
This cum had seemed to last forever, and now, as her orgasm slowed down, her sense of time speeded up, back to normal. She was aware of sweat pouring off her, and of a like phenomenon from the boy above her. There was rich, warm, throat-clogging scent all around both of them, the thick smell of adult lust. As she inhaled it, sobbing with her need for more oxygen to fill her lungs, the young girl shivered with the knowledge that she had, indeed, become a woman.
And it was then, as she relaxed, her strong little body gone limp, her slick, hot young pussy releasing all its grip, that Peter Harrigan began to fire his load. He had been ready to cum from the second he got it in the pink and quivering little circle of flesh. It was a triumph he had looked forward to for weeks. Little Madge Fuller was so pretty, so sweet, always smiling, her dark hair and eyes seeming alive as she danced her way through life.
But the shock on his prick had been severe. It had really hurt him as it bent. He knew vaguely what a maidenhead was. A "cherry." He had never gotten one. But he had never fucked a girl as young as Madge. Except, like, when he was maybe six and was getting his tiny little pecker into girls the same age.
Now, suddenly, although Madge still had her clothes, she felt naked to him, a naked girl who had tits that he could feel.
And each breath that she took seemed to push him up, so that his naked belly rubbed on her naked belly. It was too much. He made one final thrust with his hard penis, hitting that hard something that he didn't recognize, and his hot, slick jism began to pour out into the tight, sweet little fuck hole.
Madge was overcome with delight and sympathy. She knew that boys came, that something hot and thick and sort of milky white shot out of their straining pricks. Aileen had told her, in graphic terms. Aileen, let out of a car in front of their home not so long ago, had brought some home with her. A hairy young cuntful of it. And had squatted down by little Madge's bed and squeezed a little of it out in her baby sister's hand. "That's it, kid. That's jism," Aileen had said. "Feel how slick it is. Taste it. It's better than anything you have ever had.
So now, in this sun-warmed little summerhouse made of brush and saplings, and nature's own bed of springy grass, the young girl felt a boy's load of cream shoot into her. Felt it fill her and leak out around the stem of young Peter Harrigan's prick, felt its slick heat around the hard and girlish cervix, the mouth of her childish womb.
It was only natural that this once-in-a-lifetime glad you could keep on." She giggled. "It sure feels wet down there."
"I always shoot a lot of jism," the boy boasted, raising his head to look down into her small face. "You sure are tight! Like it was the first time a boy ever fucked you."
The young girl's eyes wavered and she blushed. "It is the first time," she said in a small voice. "I'm only ten."
It was a very big admission for her to make, for any very young kid to make, when they have participated in something usually reserved for older people. But little Madge Fuller didn't care. She was what she was, and, even if she were only ten, she now fucked and had been fucked. And she had cum very, very hard. And a boy had squirted all of his load of rich, thick, sweet cream into her pussy. While she was relaxed and quiet, and could feel it all, feel his cock swell and throb, feel the sudden wetness and heat as his jism flowed into her dark, hot cuntal sleeve.
"You only shot it once," the small, well formed girl said in an inquiring voice. "I came twice. Two big ones, better than I ever had before. Can you do it again?"
Peter Harrigan rolled on her, his still-hard cock moving gently in her alert, sensitive little cunt. "Sure I can," he said confidently. "If I just leave it in and fuck in and out, it'll stay hard. In a few minutes, I'll be as good as ever. Wow! Even with all that fuck juice in you, you're still tight." He fucked into her with a rabbit-fast series of strokes, and laughed when Madge began to fuck back at him.
"You're hot, too," he said in open praise. "You're the best one I ever had, Madge. Do you want me to do it again?"
The pretty child, her bright young face still flushed from her cum, giggled. "Do what again, Peter?" she asked innocently. "Run me down, fall on me, kiss me? Or what?"
Once again, the bold youngster plowed his cock into her wetly oozing cunt, enjoying the hot feel as his prick went in and out.
"Or what?" he mimicked. "Or fuck, baby. That's what! Geez, you are something, aren't you? You really dig to hear that word, don't you? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" And with each word, he rammed his hard organ into her as hard as he could. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" His laugh was high and happy. "Wow! What a cunt you've got! Listen, baby, maybe you can be my girl, hey? You're all right, even if you are such a young chickie. How come you've got so much hair on your pussy? Are you really only ten?"
She felt a deep thrill of. swelling pride, along with the physical feel of fucking. To be this boy's real girl friend! A guy who would shoot off, who had guts, who had fucked a lot of girls. Some said he had stuck it into a few grown women. A teacher, Miss Lane, who kept him after school once a week, but gave him good grades. And the preacher's wife. The preacher's wife! A handsome, lushly built woman who looked like an angel when she sang in the choir. Madge shuddered, just thinking of what a mature body that lady had, and thinking of this same boyish cock, shooting off in that stately lady. Wow! It made her burn inside as she built the salacious picture in her mind. Now she felt that she was being fucked again, not just teased by Peter Harrigan trying to get it hard again. Her cunt had that same full, stuffed, voluptuous feeling it had had just before she came the first time. And each time she pumped her ass up against Peter's descending cock, she felt her neat little vagina stretch, felt her womb tingle as the jarring penis hit bottom.
She had her arm around the boy's neck, kissing his ear, his sweated cheek, his strong young neck. "It feels so good, Peter," she shispered. "Does it feel good to you? You're so big and hard! Are you going to get off again? Listen, do you want to look at me-look at my cunt, I mean-before we cum again? I'm glad you like me. I guess I get all that hair from my mama. She told me that she had plenty of hair on her pussy when she was ten. And I'm ten-and-a-half, really. OOOHHH! FUCK ME, PETER! OOOHHH! OH, GOD! OHHH, FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME, BABY, I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! OHHHhhh!"
"Aaahhh!" she whispered, still holding Peter's sweaty head against her. "That came on me so quick! I couldn't help it! Did you mind, Peter? I guess I should have asked you. But I couldn't wait!"
The triumphant boy had the grace to kiss her lovely young mouth, her lips red and swollen from passion and from their hard, sucking kisses before. "It makes a guy feel great to make his girl cum a lot," he said proudly. "Baby, you're something else. That fire don't go out in you too quick, does it?" He got his arms around her shoulders and hugged her to him, once more shooting that beautiful, hard sense of pain and pleasure from her budding titties down to her smoldering crotch. "Listen," he whispered, "I think I will look at your pussy. I know it'll just make me hotter. And maybe you can play with my cock while I play with you, hey?"
It gave the little girl an empty, aching shock as his prick came out of her juicy little split. She loved the smells and feels as his body turned, and she had a terrible fright when she saw blood all over the big peter, blood and pearly-white jism, all mixed and sticky, stringing away from his cock. I've ripped the skin off it, she thought in panic. I'm too tight! Oh, Lord, what'll do?
She heard the boy gasp, and he said: "Hot damn, Madge, you must've had your cherry! Unless this is your monthlies. You do have periods, don't you?"
The young girl let out a sigh of relief. "It must be I had one of those damn maidenheads and didn't know it," she said in wonder. "I've had everything you can think of shoved up me." She giggled. "A girl has to do something," she defended herself. "I never thought I still had it! Gosh, I thought for a minute I'd hurt you. Listen," and her young voice was softly pleading, "is it all right if I, uh, kiss your peter, Peter?"
She clutched the boy's lean hips and laughed. "Kiss your peter, Peter!" she repeated. "That's something!" Her voice was close to hysteria, but she didn't wait for the boy to refuse. On an animal impulse she could not have explained, she swallowed as much of the hard cock as she could, and began at once to suck all the rich cream off it that she could get.
She was afraid for a moment that she had angered the boy, for he lay rigid beside her, but suddenly, along with that wonderful feel of smoothness over a hard core, along with that feast of protein richness, she felt his hand, pushing her head onto his cock. He liked it! Oh, wonder of wonders!
She was almost lost in delight, for sucking the boy's prick was giving her an expanding heat in her young vagina again, but the two kids were paralyzed with shock and fear as a grown up voice shouted, just outside the brush arbor: "Pete!
Where are you, Pete?"
Madge felt the boy seem to shrink as he jerked away from her.
"Jeez-uss!" he whispered. "It's my POP! Let me get the hell out of here. Leggo! Oh, SHIT!"
The young girl felt a deep sense of loss and shame as young Peter leaped up, snatching at his slacks, trying to fasten them as he plunged through the brush at the back of the shelter. Somehow, the two of them had gotten Madge's little summer dress up to her armpits. Maybe she had done it, maybe Peter had. Her small, budding breasts were bigger than they had ever been before, and her nipples, so very large on such small tits, were dark and hard with the pounding of her hot blood through them. She felt abandoned, desolate, as she lay on her back on the grass.
She heard flying footsteps fading away toward the creek, and she also heard a wild, angry voice just outside: "Pete! You, Pete Harrigan! I see you, boy!" And then there were heavier steps, just outside the brush house. And by then, it was too late for her to escape as Petey had done. She was caught. Caught in a real bad act, and by a grown up. Naked, or just the same as, with a boy's jism flowing out of her bleeding twat.
She gave up, like an animal Cornered. She shut her eyes and waited for what would happen.
CHAPTER THREE
The human mind is a marvelous instrument. If we had only our bodies and our instincts, there is no doubt that we could enjoy life, just as dogs, those simple and loveable creatures, enjoy it.
But brute animals can never participate as fully in this wonderful pageant we call life as we humans can. Nor build a treasure house of memories, most of them bright and warm. For the magic of memory is that we seem to reject and discard the bad, the tragic, the frightening, and hold only to those memories of gem-like beauty.
The voluptuously built woman who lay so warmly in her soft bed, her nakedness warmed by the body of a teenage boy, knew that this is true. The cock jamming her mouth, its raunchy taste flooding Madge Fuller's mouth with responding salivary glands, recalled the scene of almost thirty-two years ago.
Holding the fat, rosy prick, which was getting larger and harder by the minute, she said: "You're a strong, healthy boy, I know, Danny. And I want this lovely peter in me again. Ooooooh! You'll never know how much I want it! But I don't want to screw you to death, either." She kissed the red head of the warm penis and laughed softly. "Did you already cum once, before you came up here?" hot little twat as long as I can remember. And I didn't dare ask my mom anything. But some other people were good to me. Helped me when I needed it most. And that's why I want to help you!"
For an introspective second, she was transported back thirty-two years in time. Only a few miles south east, but it was as if it had been a million miles away, a million years ago. Except that the picture was so bright and warm that she could still feel the warmth of the big man who lowered his head and came sideways into the comparative gloom of the brush house.
Peter Harrigan, Senior. Usually called Pete, while Peter, junior, was either Peter or Petey. But Madge had heard one of the girls who worked in Manion's Cafe call the elder Harrigan "Big Peter," and then snicker when another girl asked how she knew.
"Big Peter! was how Madge remembered him. How sweet he had been to her, how careful and considerate, as she lay before him like a human sacrifice, her young body open and unresisting, blood oozing from her torn young cunt, virgin only minutes before. So good and sweet, thinking of her and how she'd feel!
On this summer afternoon thirty-two years later, feeling her body respond to the needs of young Danny Cable, Madge gave the boy's prick a quick, hard frig, and kissed the clear drop of pre-seminal fluid away from its red tip.
"Come to me, Danny boy," she said in a low voice. "Turn around. Get between my thighs. Shove that big cock into my cunt! Fuck me!"
I never got tired of fucking, she thought in deep gratitude. Never got tired of anything about it, the words, the thoughts, the marvelous feel of a guy's cock!
She pulled the boy to her, clasping him hard, thrilling deep inside at the smashing sexuality of having his hard chest roll on her blood-swollen tits. Intense heat ran like summer lightning under her flesh, inside her, across her belly and into her tightening vagina.
Danny felt better now. He had forgotten all about Miz Fuller's threats that had brought him, cringing and fearful, to this old building near the river. A strange place for a lady to live. But she had explained to him: "I have my office here. Sometimes I work late, and don't want to go all the way home to my place down in Brulay Downs." She hadn't explained that she owned this old building. What did that matter? What mattered was the rising excitement in her body, the heat in her belly, in her titties, even under her arms. And, most especially, in her warm, tight, flowing cunt in which powerful muscles rippled and sucked, awaiting something solid.
She held Danny's face and kissed him. "You doll," she said, "You got right to my pussy, rubbed your face in it. I can taste it! Did you like the way it smelled? Or was it too strong for you? You can have it any way you want it, you know."
The boy dropped his eyes. "I wanted to suck it," he said in a hoarse voice. He licked his full red lips. "We did that, once, with that little Jones kid." He tried to laugh, but it sounded hollow. In her cunt, Madge Fuller felt a hard, stabbing desire.
"You didn't!" she gasped, holding the boy's face and sniffing at her cunt flavors on his lips. "That little kid? Did she ask you and What's-his-name to do that, too?"
Danny hid his blushing face in Madge's bare, soft shoulder, against her neck. "Yeah," he admitted. "She asked us. Dared us. And we did. That's why she begged us to fuck her. Said she'd tell if we didn't do like she said."
Madge felt the weight and warmth of the skinny, strong young kid's body, felt his hard cock idly moving along the inside of her thighs. She saw the mental picture of these two growing boys, actually burning with a desire for sex, being begged by such a young girl to suck her pussy, blackmailed by the same kid to fuck her.
She held the boy against her breasts and stroked along his back, down to the crease between his buttocks. "Danny," she whispered, "Danny, listen. Don't be afraid any more. I know you'll never be afraid of me any more, will you?"
At his negative head shake, she kissed his neck and said: "Don't be scared of that little Annie Jones, either. If she wants you to fuck her, fuck her! But not at school! Not where you were when I saw you and what's that kid's name? Oh, Paul. Paul Harker. OOOHHH! Boy, that ought to be real fun, fucking that little chickie! How old is she? Ten? Great!"
She unconsciously fucked her smooth, warm body up against the boy's, spit drooling from the corner of her mouth as she thought: Ten's a good age for a girl to get her first real fuck!
The fire in her cuntal chambers arose again, and she realized it had never really died down. She reached between the twp of them and groped for Danny's peter. It was marvelous, big and hard.
"It seems to grow in just a few minutes," she whispered huskily. "Oh, Danny, I'm so glad you came over to see me. Baby, what do you want me to do? Just name it, I'll do it!"
To her surprise, the tall kid pushed himself up on his hands, his loins rising above hers. Between their bodies, her warm hand held his hard, throbbing roll of meat. Very carefully, he pushed up so that, once more, he was kneeling between Madge's thighs. Sweat ran down his young face and he was breathing hard.
"If you pull your legs back," he said hoarsely, "away back, so your pussy is straight up, I can watch it go in. I can see your cunt open up. Maybe," he said, with a quick shudder of pleasure to come, "I could suck it. Would that be all right? A minute ago, you said, well, you acted like you weren't mad at me for laying my cheeks on your pussy." He licked his lips with a long, drippy pink tongue, and Madge, unable to speak for a moment because of the drool in her mouth, pulled her legs back, back, until her thighs mashed her tits.
She heard her cunt, so matted with the ooze from inside her, make a faint hissing noise as it all popped open at once. She heard Danny draw in his breath, and he looked dazedly down at her, first at her spread-out cunt, then at her face.
Get down, baby," Madge said in a choked voice. "Get on your elbows, and get your arms under my ass. OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! HURRY, DANNY! HURRY! I'M ABOUT TO CUMMMMMM!"
She saw the boy's body shift, saw his head plunge down between her thighs, and his contact with her taut nerves, the slickly sensitive inner lips of her cunt, almost sent her into a spiraling cum.
But she rolled her body so that the full, love-slopped width of her hot pussy went across the boy's open, sucking mouth, his hard and probing tongue. For a kid who knew so little, he sure as hell had a lot of natural talent.
In spite of her resolve to let Danny have his own way, to do his thing, whatever he wanted, Madge could not help it-she brought her powerful thighs up over the kid's broad shoulders, holding his head, and pressed her bare heels into his back. In a fierce burst of inner humor, she knew she was seeking the impossible-to get this handsome young dude all the way into her, his whole head, all of him, into the tightness of her pussy.
"OH, BABY!" she moaned, rocking on her back so that he was sucking her cunt from clit to asshole. "MMMMMM! MMMMMM! OH, DANNY BOY! IT'S SOOOOOO GOOOOOODDD! SOOO SWEEEEEETTT!"
The orgasm had been right at the surface for long minutes. She had had to think of other things to keep from skyrocketing into a blasting orgasm while she was kissing his cock and he was driving his fingers into her cunthole. Now she could not help it, and so she let it go with all the force of her red hot nature, her mind spinning with the pleasures of her body, every nerve seeming to be connected to her exploding cunt.
And the beauty of it was that the kid hung in there. He was sucking her as well, as powerfully, as any man in her life ever had. His tongue seemed almost as big as his cock, almost as hard, certainly more clever at finding and licking the hot spots in her blasting cuntal system.
He sucked all he could get, crazy with lust at feeling those big lips seemingly close on his face, feeling the muscles inside her fuck hole clip and grind at his tongue as he forced it into her. It tasted so great! Better than it smelled. Better than the little-girl cunt oils from the Jones kid. He loved the ripe, rich smells, the taste of sweat that came as Madge rolled her body from side to side, and he found himself sucking at the un-haired flesh where her thighs joined her torso. Under her, his hands splayed in the juice and sweat in the creases of her buttocks, in the damp, hot valley between them. And all the time, with his ass in the air, his cock was protected. Good thing! He was so hot that one rub on the sheets would have brought his load out in long, hot, white jets.
When the last tremor of cumming had oozed out of her clasping cunt, Madge sunk her fingers into Danny's hair. It was damp with his sweat, and the trembling woman groaned: "MMMMMM! DANNY! DANNY! I CAME SO BEAUTIFUL!" She fucked up a couple of times at his streaming lips, then laughed shakily.
"Come on up here, Danny," she whispered. "Baby, I can't believe you haven't been sucking cunt all your life! That was HEAVENLY! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! THERE I GO AGAIN! OHHHHHH! HOLD ME!"
The young kid moved up, once again braced on his long arms, and beamed with pride. "Jesus, Miz Fuller, that was so great," he said. "I can see why guys go nuts over eating pussy. You look so wonderful, and your cunt feels so wonderful! And that taste and smell! Was I really that good?"
"Get down here, you long-tongued, long-cocked lover," the woman said, reaching her strong, beautifully shaped arms up to him. "Let me kiss my cum off your sweet mouth. Look, are you ready to stick it in me? My cunt's so tender that I'll probably shoot right out from under you when you sink it in me! But oh, Danny, I want it so bad!"
His young nuts seemed to vibrate with stored fuck power as he watched the woman's smooth hands pull his dick to the spasming little clutch of coral-pink membranes at the bottom of her slit. She was so relaxed from her cum that her fuck hole was actually hanging open slightly, and he could see into the dripping, reddened interior. There was a regular movement to the writhing of these warm tissues, and realized that it was from the hard, heavy beat of the woman's heart.
He knew how tender the head of his cock was, just after he had cum, so tender that he couldn't touch it for a minute or two. Now, from what Miz Fuller had said, he knew that women's cunts must be that way, too. He had felt her clitoris between his lips, like a grape, only much harder, and now he saw with puzzled interest that it seemed to have disappeared. It get softy he thought. Like my cock.
Looking down, watching his hard dick go in to the hot, slick hole, seeing it all as the woman's spread thighs opened it all to his view, he gently rested one hand in the hair above the slit, and touched his thumb on the place her clitoris had stood out. Touched it, felt the cling of incredibly soft cunt flesh, and then Madge's body rose in a convulsive spasm.
His cock sank immediately out of sight, swallowed by those juicy, vein-reddened lips, and the solidity of her ass struck him with such force that his knees budged on the bed.
He felt his prick strike that hard think inside of Miz Fuller, his new friend, and then he and she were locked in a hot embrace. His arms went under her shoulders, so that he felt her big, pillowy tits spread under the pressure. Her face rolled from side to side as she screamed: AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK FUCK HARDER! HARDER! OHHHHHHH, BABY, SHOVE IT IN DEEEEEEPPPPP! OH, MY GOD, LOVER BOY! OH, DANNY! DANNY! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
All that Danny could do was hold on, and that was enough. He was shocked at the strength of this soft, smooth body, the way Madge's heels braced on the bed, the way her warm thighs clutched him, the way her softly muscled stomach seemed to have its own power to throw him up, and still keep his hard prick in her tight, active cunt.
He could feel every inch of his cock going in and pulling out. He was too inexperienced to know, but he was getting a super fuck from a super pussy. But he knew this much-that it was even better than he had ever thought it could possibly be, and that he could cum a dozen times. Or so he thought, in the height of this wonderful, unbelievable experience.
When Madge's mighty orgasm finally throbbed out its last and longest shudder of nerve-taut cunt muscle, she released the iron grip of her arms around the kid's ribs, and opened her eyes. She was so filled with heat and gratitude that she could have wept, but it was too good, this occasion, for tears.
She pulled the boy's head down and kissed him hard, and when his strong tongue went slickly into her mouth, Danny enjoyed the new softness of tongue. "I guess that little clitty button came back to life," he whispered as he pulled away to smile at Madge. "It went somewhere, after I sucked you into cumming. Wow, was that ever exciting! Little Old Annie never blew her wad like that!"
He gave Madge an embarrassed grin. "Maybe I oughtn't to talk about a girl that way," he said defensively. "But this all just seems so, well, so unbelievable, I guess I'm a little bit out of my head."
Madge's body stretched and moved in sheer, gut-deep good feeling. She felt loose inside, so juicy that it was a wonder that Danny's hard peter didn't simply fall out of her. But she still felt tight, tight and hot, to the tall kid. He had almost lost it on that final wild hammering of the woman's cunt, when her loins had come up and slapped down like a jackhammer, squeezing his organ against the top slip-and-slide of her inner muscles which warmly caressed him.
Impulsively, he drove his cock against her womb, pressing his body against hers as hard as he could, twisting his hips to stir with his hard tool among the softly oozing walls of her cunt.
As she had before, when he first plunged it into her, Madge responded to the shock against her raw nerves, still trembling and filled with fire from her big orgasm.
"OH, DANNY!" she screamed, but it was weaker than before. "OH, BABY! PLEASE! OHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! OH, HOLD IT, SWEET! PLEASE! PLEASE DONT MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OH, BABY, PLEASE HOLD ME! HOLD ME TIGHT!"
In his excitement, he didn't give a damn about the sensitivity of the woman's cunt. Let it happen, let her cum! That's why they were fucking, wasn't it? He, too, began to yell as he felt his cum-trigger go off. It always felt so great when his cock swelled, just before the long, white shots of jism ripped out of the shining purple head. Now, although he couldn't see the jets of his seed go flying, it was even better, for his tenderly swelling organ was gripped by the incredibly slick, hot cunt.
"WOOOOOOWWW! MAKE IT, MAKE IT! OH, GOD, LET ME CUUUMMMMMM! WHOOOOOOEEEEEE! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME GOOD! OH, JEEEZ USSSSSS! MAMA, MAMA, MAMA, MAMA! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
The last syllables of his screaming died away, echoing faintly in the ears of the fuck-heated woman whose body still heaved in the final waves of another gigantic cum. She held the boy's thin body to her, feeling his cum goo slowly pumping out between the thick, hairy lips of her cunt, streaming all wet and warm down into the deep, sweat-slicked crease of her ass.
The tickle of it gave her a sudden jolt of another kind of feeling, a deeply rooted thud of desire in her rectum. I wish he'd stick a finger up my ass, she thought hotly. Kiss me, fuck me, and shove a finger into my rectum. What had that rascal, Seaman Barnes called it? "Air-tighting" a girl. Closing every hold. "Unless you can breathe through your ears," the old villain had joked.
It made her shiver in a dark, painful ecstasy as her cunt responded to her mind's bright memory. And for some reason, she thought, not of Seaman, but of someone younger. Two people who were younger.
That chubby kid with Danny, and the tiny, bold redhead with her little white panties around her ankles, her cute, fat little cunny laid open so invitingly to the two big boys.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Go on into the bathroom, baby," Madge said, patting Danny on his muscled young shoulder. "First, though, give me dibs on that lovely juice! Ooohhh! It's always so slick and warm when it first comes out of my pussy! Yum!"
She was on elbows and knees, her gorgeous rump in the air, her ass cheeks split and widely separated, so that Dan could reach over her as she licked his dick, rubbing his fingers in her slick, hot split, feeling the soft convolutions of her inner lips, the sloppy softness inside her fuck chute.
He watched Madge's dark head as it moved about, thrilled as she held his cock so firmly around the stem, turning it like an ice cream cone to push the foreskin back with tongue and lips, getting all of the his-and-hers cum juice.
"Mmmmm, mmm, that's delicious," the woman said, shooting a smiling glance up at him, waggling her gorgeous ass from side to side as he dabbled in her twat. "I hope my juice tastes as good to you as yours does to me." She patted the clean, rosy organ. "Better go take a little peepee for yourself before I get hot again and rape you."
She watched the tall youth walk nonchalantly into her bath, full of a warm pride in what she had done for him.
When he had first come in, he had been cringing with fright. Now, he had a manly swagger. Wonderful what a warm woman, a tight pussy, and some sexual encouragement could do for a kid. Of course, she admitted to herself, it was her fault that he had been scared half out of his gourd. But she had made up for it, she believed.
Strange how fate works, Madge thought. Each thing that happens seems to go back, step by step, through a hundred different things.
If she had not been willing to try anything, Seaman Barnes would never have taken her under his wing, never would have paid for her education, or married her. She had this job because of that education. She owned this ratty but profitable old building in St. Louis' oldest district, along the river, all on account of the job. And all the other things she owned.
"Except my pussy," she whispered to herself, listening to Danny pissing a noisy, steady stream into her toilet bowl. I'll have to have him down in the country, sometime soon, she thought, a warm glow flooding her loins at the thought. What fun it would be! They could fuck along Cane Creek, behind some of the same bushes where she had turned her small, sweet body up for the boys, so many years ago.
"Little Peter Harrigan," she whispered. "And the others. And a good life. And now, Danny! He's so much like Petey was!"
She shivered with a tremor of lust itching its way out of her cunt, like sparks reflected in a dark pool on a dark night. If only that other kid, that Paul Harker, were here! Sure, Danny had fucked her into a weak and cum-spilling compliance. But that was temporary. She knew she could wear both of their lovely peters out at the same time, given all day. But if he were only here now, this very minute! It would be so nice to fondle, to suck, a new pair of balls! As she had on that wonderful day, so many years before.
She did not hear the toilet flush or hear young Danny Cable as he cheerfully whistled a little tune as he washed his hands.
She was back there in that brush arbor, her young heart in her mouth, her young body limp and sweating with the fear of grown-up punishment, scathing words, cruel vituperation.
But it never came. Perhaps that was one reason for her lovely memories of that period in her life. Her escape into sex, her entry into a life where sex was sweet and clean and the most fun a girl could ever, ever have.
"Oh, good God!" the child heard the grown man say. His voice shook, and little Madge heard the man-"Big Peter" Harrigan-curse under his breath. "That kid! That miserable little crud! I'll kill him!" And then the man's big hands were on the hot skin of the girl, who could do nothing but pretend to be in a faint.
He picked the girl up-he was so strong!-and turned her on her side. Her leg fell limply back, and she knew that her young cunt was open, dripping Petey's jism, sloppy with her blood.
"Oh, God! What to do?" the big man's strong voice choked. "He's raped her, sure as hell! Jesus, we're in trouble!"
The young girl's heart was pounding as if trying to beat its way out of her small, firm body. She wanted to say: "No! No! Don't be mad at Little Peter! I wanted it! I wanted his cock in me!" And she wanted even more to comfort this kind and troubled man. Wanted to hold his head in her arms, against her suddenly aching breasts, and tell him not to worry, that there wouldn't be any trouble.
Something stopped her, but she moaned, and her young body made a humping motion, exactly as if she had young Peter's cock in her. It stopped Big Peter cold. Or rather, as it turned out, hot.
The hot child, whose cunt still throbbed from that first huge orgasm, and whose mouth still watered from the smell and taste of young Pete's hard cock, heard a change in the older Harrigan's breathing. It was no longer fast and shallow, but slow and deep, as if he were trying to recover from something.
Little Madge felt her body shifted, laid softly on the ground. Above her, like a prayer, the big man said: "She's out of it! And she's full of that damn kid's jism! Maybe-God forbid-maybe she's too young-maybe he's knocked her up."
His voice shook, and Madge thought she would burst, hearing a grown man talk so, well, so plain and human. Like kids talked. Mama always said "P.G." and had a shit-eating smile as she looked over little Madge's head at whatever grownup she was talking to. Shit! As if a ten-year-old didn't know that P.G. meant pregnant, and pregnant meant knocked up. So now, feeling the warmth from Big Peter Harrigan, the child yearned to beg him to cheer up.
But she got a surprise which shocked her.
Her little underpants had been hanging around her ankles. Now, she felt them being gently removed. And she felt something very warm and large pressing on her torn but delighted twat. Something like-oh, good Lord!-like a man's big face!
It was pressing her thighs apart, and big, warm hands were holding her ankles. There were even a couple of knees, or thighs, or something, supporting her back. And then the suction began, a long, slow, beautiful suction which seemed about to pull her cunt right out of her soft young body. Only it felt like the best and nicest thing that ever had happened to little Madge Fuller.
The little girl had been trying to relax, to carry on the deception that she had fainted, but now she could not help it, her body straightened out in a muscular spasm that pressed her sweet little cunt against Big Peter Harrigan's sucking mouth. But something, Madge didn't know what, at least at this time, kept the man from noticing.
Maybe it was that big, hard rod of meat that felt so enormous, so hot, under the child's naked body. It must have made him feel mighty good, for it sure made her feel glorious. And grown up.
Somehow, she wasn't sure how, her entire cunt was involved. Mister Harrigan had a big mouth. It was all over the sweet little slit, now opened like a thick-petaled pink flower as he held the child wide open and sucked her out. In a minute, Madge knew, she was going to cum again. And nobody, no matter how big a hard-on he had, would be able to ignore it.
She almost cried out in disappointment as Mister Harrigan released her body and took his face away. But she could feel that he was doing something in a burst of haste that made him pant like a dog. And then he sighed with relief, and she knew what he had been doing-getting that big, hard cock out of his farmer overalls. She could feel it on her back, and it felt as big as her arm, only much harder.
To her great joy, Mister Harrigan raised her butt toward his mouth again, and held her legs apart. And here came that wonderful sucking again, too, that marvelous feel that he was truly eating her cunt.
Slowly, in a rhythm that matched the strokes of the man's tongue, the hot little kid began to move her body, using Harrigan's strong hands as her base of movement. Pushing her crotch into his mouth, satisfying some ancient instinct that makes a woman fuck automatically, once a man has his cock in her. But she was doing something else of enormous interest to both herself and the panting, hard-cocked, pussy-sucking man.
Her skin was as smooth as velvet, and it was slick with sweetly pungent girl-sweat. As Mister Harrigan held her practically suspended, she lay against the underside of his big, super hard dick, touching it from his balls and pubic hair to the super tender tip. Now, she felt that he was pulling her up as she pushed.
She was close to a cum, and would have pushed faster, but she didn't need to. Mister Harrigan was moving her faster, too. More, he was groaning as he sucked her pussy free from her blood and young Petey's jism. "OHHHHHH! MMMMMM! OH, GREAT GOD ABOVE US! FORGIVE ME, FATHER, I KNOW NOT WHAT I DO! MMMMMM! DELICIOUS! OH, GOD, FORGIVE ME, FORGIVE ME! OHHHHHH! MMMMMM! SOOO SWEEEEEETTT! MMMMMM!"
His moaning was vibrating on the surface of little Madge's cunt, and she could even feel it up inside her, where a big, beautiful cum was swelling, ready to burst.
The child was clenching her fists, fighting to keep back the screams she knew would rip her throat when she smashed this big cum out of her tight little hole. But Mister Harrigan was heaving his body, now, fucking against her back, and she could feel the head of his huge cock coming up between her soft, smooth buttocks.
As she felt her orgasm start, and knew she could not help what she did, the big man let her down, fell on her small form, and she felt the slick heat and power of his jism shoot up between her belly and his. His balls were mashed against the softness of her open, wet, spasming twat, and she clawed in Mister Harrigan's hair as she went out of her mind with exploding lust. It was bigger and better than when she had cum on the younger Harrigan's hard young pecker, because Madge had let herself be brought up to it, had, in fact, engineered it to some degree, since she could have stopped it any time. Simply by opening her eyes and crying out.
But she had relaxed, letting it happen, thrilled almost to immediate orgasm by the mere fact of Peter Harrigan, Senior's desire to kiss her little pussy. But of course, it had all happened very suddenly. Like a crazy, wonderful dream.
Lying on her bed in her own apartment, thirty-two years later, the beautiful woman with the silken skin, the big, soft breasts, the swollen, satisfied pussy shuddered in memory of that first flight into grown up sex. "He was so kind to me," she murmured to herself, feeling that there was no difference in time, that her body felt much the same then as it did at this moment. And for the same reason. "Because I love sex," she whispered, "because I love my pussy!"
It was bright outside, with a Daylight Savings Time sun still high in the heavens. But, when young Danny came out of the bathroom, his sweet cock still large from his pleasures, Madge held him to her as she sat on the bed, and said: "You probably had better go home, my dear."
She pressed her cheek against his lean belly, against the dampness of his pubic curls, where cum juices had matted them. There was a marvelously hot, fucky smell emanating from his crotch, and it gave Madge's imagination a spark to heat her mind as well as her body.
Looking across the warmly nude woman, Danny saw a clock on her big dresser, checking the time as almost six o'clock, and whistled.
"Golly, Miz Fuller," he said, "the time sure has passed in a rush. Over two hours!" He reached down to feel her smooth, heavy breasts, getting the nipples between his fingers, squeezing them until Madge's fine body moved in sharp response to the tingle in her sensitized boobs. She turned and lipped his cock, getting one hand around behind the boy, taking his big relaxed balls in a soft grip, fondling the tender, wonderful glands.
She kissed him on the belly again and shoved him away from her with a smile. "Go on," she said, "get dressed. I've probably kept you too long. Will your folks give you a bad time?"
"No, ma'am. They think I'm over at old Harker's. We're together a lot. And Harker's gone to a movie. He told his mom that we were going there together." He eyed Madge with some concern. After all, she was a grown up, a member of the sovereign clique that made life tough for teenagers. Maybe she wouldn't like for kids to be fooling their parents. But he was reassured.
"I'm sorry you have to cover up, baby," she said, holding his young cock in her hand, looking up at him as he held on to one of her breasts. "But you seem to handle it pretty well."
She had a sudden mental flash of the other kid, sandy haired, freckled, his long cock stuck out toward the little Jones kid.
"Was Harker very scared when I yelled at you two out the window? I never saw him again. But you walked in front of the school. Pretty brave, I'd say."
The kid grinned ruefully. "Paul was scared out of his nut. He would hardly come to the phone when I called him. After you called me," the boy added, unnecessarily. "Wow, your boobs are beautiful, Miz Fuller. And you smell so good. Listen, I better go. But I sure thank you for being so good to me. I'll tell old Harker not to sweat it, okay? That you don't know him at all. How about that?"
Madge Fuller came to a decision that was one of the easiest she had ever made. After all, she had been working on it for a couple of hours.
"In a pig's ass you'll tell him that," she said with a twinkle. "You'll tell him I want him over here tomorrow afternoon, right after school. Or that I'll blow the whistle on him, hear?" She hugged the tall young boy, laughing deep in her throat, licking her lips. "Just don't scare him too much," she said. "I want him to be able to get it up. Tell me, Danny, is he as good as you?"
Danny looked at her soberly. "He's as good as I am, don't worry. But, Miz Fuller," and his voice faltered, "does that mean that you, uh, don't want to see me any more?"
The laughing woman pulled him down on top of her. Her left arm went round his neck while she kissed him, her right hand went between them to frig his young cock warmly and thoroughly.
"I'll never get tired of you, Danny," she promised him. "Not for fifty Harkers. I just want to have more fun for both of us, for all three of us. I want you and Harker to come over here together."
After Danny had dressed, kissed her good-bye, and left, Madge lay on her bed for a long time. Thinking of today, thinking of tomorrow. And thinking most of all, of that spring day so long ago.
She stroked tenderly in the love-slopped trough of flesh and nerves and membrane, her clit stirring with remembered pleasure. And she remembered another, larger cock, pressed against her slender young body, so long ago.
The big man had gotten on his knees. Somehow, he had gotten the bib overalls off his shoulders, had opened his shirt, so that he was bare to his crotch. And little Madge, still throbbing from her orgasm, had her eyes wide open, staring into the shocked eyes of the man whose breast and stomach were dripping his opaque white semen. He was close to a burst of insane panic, but some instinct saved both him and the child from his mania. For she, with a tender and maternal gesture, reached out her tiny, warm hand and took his hard prick in its soft grasp, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Please, Mister Harrigan," she said with trembling lips, "please don't be mad at me! I couldn't help what happened. You were so good to me, so nice. To kiss me on my little whatchacallem and make it feel all well again. Gee!" and she reached her other hand down to rub it between her saliva-slicked cunt lips, "it's almost like nothing bad ever happened."
The man was shocked back into a warmer reality, feeling a load of guilt drop away from his fear-crazed mind as if by magic. If he stayed lucky, if this child remained in this euphoric state, thinking he had only been being "nice" to her, he was in the clear.
"Really," he croaked in a voice he didn't recognize, "really, Madge, it was all accidental! I saw you, uh, well, you looked like you'd been hurt." He didn't try to explain his hard on, his heat, the fact that he had cum half a pint of hot seed all over her belly. But he grinned as well as he could with his lips feeling so stiff, and said: "At least I'm glad you realize I was only trying to help."
Miracle of miracles! This undersized little kid with the baby tits but with an unexpected abundance of hair on her pussy was looking at him with loving eyes. Better, her soft hand was frigging his cock up and down, almost as if she knew what she was doing, what would make a man feel wonderful. He looked down at his cock, where Madge's warm hand was jacking the loose skin up and down over the purplish head of his dick, and then at the calmly smiling little face.
"Uh, does that feel good to you, Madge, dear?" he asked. "Do you like the feel of my, uh, my penis?"
The girl looked at him earnestly. She didn't know exactly what to say, but she had lost some of her fright. This grown man, this father of the boy who had just fucked her, was just as silly about pussy as his son was. And he would be just as easy to handle. He wouldn't tell on her. He wouldn't visit the wrath of the grown up world on her poor head. Not as long as she let him "help" her. Maybe, just maybe, mind you, she might be able to have this enormous cock in her suddenly fired up pussy. If it would go in.
Her guts pained her as she thought of it, looking at the man's prick with fascinated eyes. As she grew older, she'd realize that Mister Harrigan's penis was not, after all, so enormous. Just a nice size for a man's dick. But now, in her uninstructed girlhood, it seemed huge, an engine of destruction. But she wanted it. Oh, God, how she wanted it!
She moved slowly, not wanting to get away, not wanting to scare the man back into that wild eyed stare, that crazed way of acting.
She said humbly: "I'm sorry I'm such a little girl, Mister Harrigan. I'm sorry my titties are so babyish. Maybe, if someone played with them, they'd get bigger." She was breathless, talking fast. "I've heard that's what happens, Mister Harrigan. Do you know if it's true? And listen, is it all right if I take my dress off? I sure would like for you to help me some more."
She held up her slender, girlishly pretty arms as if he had been her father, and mechanically, the big man took her rumpled dress and carefully pulled it up over her head. He sucked in his breath. She was actually only a tiny bit more naked than she had been before, but the idea of it was terribly exciting. "Untie my shoes," he said in a hoarse voice, and I'll shuck out of these overalls. Listen, I know your dad had to go up to St. Louis today.
Did your mother go, too?"
Little Madge licked her lips. Her mom was in the house, but she never had been known to come to the brush arbor except when it was time to bring a meal there, or to sit and talk in the hot evenings, when the brush would keep out the mosquitoes.
"It's okay, Mister Harrigan," she whispered. "OHHHHHH! You look so good, naked like me! Listen, if you're going to help me, like you did before, it it all right if I get some of this juice off my stomach? And eat it? I know what it is, but I never tasted any."
The man, finding forgiveness for himself in this child's seeming forgiveness, watched with burning eyes as Madge scooped up as much of his cum as she could. It was still warm, of course, warmed by the native heat of her soft little body, and she lifted small bits of it in her palm to her lips. When stray drops got away from her, she gravely flicked them up with her finger and put them in her mouth. With her, as it had been with Harrigan, it perhaps wasn't the jism itself so much as it was the idea.
Her young breast was filled with the beating of her heart. She had already had so much this afternoon. Now, she wanted more. She was watching the man under her eyelids, saw his hands trembling as he watched her eating his seed, saw his cock suddenly jerk and stand more rigid. It had been softening while she fucked the skin up and down with her hand.
She remembered that there had been a lot of that thick, sticky white stuff on his prick as she held it. It had gotten on her fingers. A sudden flame of knowledge and need burned in her active mind. She knew what they both wanted.
Keeping her eyes on Mister Harrigan's, she moved on hands and knees until the swelling head of his peter was almost at her lips. He was aware of her intention, and he put one hand on her smooth, warm, bare little ass. He was unconsciously moistening his lips with his tongue, and the taste of her strangely mature pussy, its juice caking on his lips and chin, gave him a sudden sharply nervous feeling in the head of his cock. When the girl dropped her eyes and took his prick in her hand again, this time around the base of it, he let out a moan: "OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! Madge, baby! Please, watch it! What are you going to do? Watch it! OHHHHHH!"
And then, as he felt her lips and tongue close on the tender, blood filled head, he slid his hand down her rump, finding her soft, warmly flowing little split with his blunt fingers, and stuck one of them slowly into her tight, hot, gripping fuck hole.
The little girl was overcome with relief. Now, she knew, there would be no trouble with Mister Harrigan. He wouldn't ever, in a million years, tell anyone about her and his son.
The feel of his cock in her mouth, much too long to go even halfway in, was making her hot, hot, hot. And his big finger, nearly as big as Little Peter's dick, set the itchy fire to flaming in her cunt again. As it burned higher and higher, she felt Mister Harrigan's hand come under her and feel for her tiny titties, and was so grateful that she bucked her ass against his finger, and sucked all the harder on his marvelous, high-smelling, good tasting prick.
He had been working hard, until he had seen, from a quarter-mile off, Peter, Junior chasing the little Fuller girl into the arbor. It was a hot and muggy day. His cock had sweated, felt good, rasped against his thighs as he walked or rode on his tractor. He hadn't given it a thought, but the young girl was in ecstasy, an ecstasy of feeling mature, as she feasted on this delightful taste. It was so like her own maturing pussy tasted on days of warmth and fun and running and excitement. The taste of sex! The smell of sex! It was turning her hot, tight young cunt inside out, and she could no longer stand it. She lifted her body in a spasm, just as her orgasm began, and knocked Peter Harrigan off his knees, so that he tumbled sideways onto the thick, springy grass. As she did this, still holding his cock's stem with one hand, still sucking furiously, she felt his burst of jism in her throat, the first wonderful, beautiful time she had ever received the hot blast of a man's thick, protein seed.
And with that burst of feeling in her throat, and with Harrigan's blunt finger reaming out her squirming, oozing twat, she fell on the big man's naked body. She was nearly crazy with the exploding beat of a big cum that seemed to go on and on. She was nurtured by the hot, slick blasts of jism, that were too much for her to swallow, since they came too fast for her. She tried to save it by jamming her head down on his spurting tool that it stuck in her throat, and the big shots of richness went right down her gullet.
When neither of them could suck or stand to be sucked a moment longer, they slowly unlocked their sweat-slicked bodies from each other.
The big farmer's face was as serious as death, for he knew what he had done in doing what he had done to this child of ten. Eating pussy, in that narrow, hidebound community was perversion of the worst kind. And with a little kid!
But, when he held out his arms to her, pleading for forgiveness and understanding, the horny little girl leaped against him, so that he could feel her small titties crushed against him. How odd, he thought, that the child should have cunt hair, and titties of any kind. But while they were small, almost unnoticeable under a dress, their nipples were large, hard after her cum, and throbbing with the hot blood that rushed into their coarse-grained tissues.
With a sob, Madge felt a new pressure as the man bent his head and sucked one of her breasts as hard as he could.
"AAAIIIEEEEEE!" she screamed, her young body convulsing at the painful ecstasy that raced through her. "AAAIIIEEEEEE! OH, OH, OH! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"
She subsided in his arms, panting with her efforts and with her pleasure, and let Harrigan hold her against him, warm and secure. When he held her away and she saw that he was smiling, her heart nearly turned over. "You're not mad at me," she gasped, kissing his sweat-streaked face. "Oh, thank you, Mister Harrigan! That was so nice!"
She patted his cock, kissed away the final drop of thick white semen that hung from its tip, and stood up. From far away, she heard her mother's voice: "M-a-a-a-a-d-d-d-g-g-ge! Madge Fuller! Come home! Come on in! Time for books!"
Like a nubile pixie, the little girl danced away, picking up her panties, slipping them up her beautiful legs, then wriggled into her dress. In spite of the fact that she had been sucked dry again, in spite of the fact that she had cum so hard that she should have been sexually numb, the young girl's pussy throbbed with life. And she felt a cool smear on the inside of one of her perfect little thighs as her hot little fuck hole squeezed out more pussy juice.
She handed Mister Harrigan his shorts and his overalls, then impulsively hugged his head against her belly, feeling his gush of warm breath tickle in her neat bush of dark cunt hair. It gave her a little rise of heat in her cunt, but she was still shaky and unsure about all that had happened. Still fearful that her transgression against what she thought of as the grown up's code might bring down a shower of fire and brimstone on her. And yet, in her heart, it had been so wonderful for her!
"Thanks again, Mister Harrigan," she said in a hoarse whisper. "And please, don't be mad at me for what I did. I just couldn't help it!"
She started the walk home. Around the barn, up along their line fence. As she felt warm juice ooze out of her delightfully itchy cunt lips, and felt a sharp little stab of pain from her ruptured maidenhead, she thought of the elder Harrigan's enormous cock. Little Peter and Big Peter-they were aptly named.
It gave her a deeper, harder twist in her guts as she thought of that monstrous prick. "If Little Peter's peter hurt me as much as it did," she said half aloud, "I guess that Mister Harrigan would bust me wide open." It was a dark thought, and gave her a hard quake of lust. "I aim to find out," she said resolutely. "He's such a lovely man!"
CHAPTER FIVE
When her door chimes rang, Madge almost fell out of her big, comfortable chair, although she had been expecting the sound for half an hour. Hoping for it, with her soft, warm, tight cunt all a-quiver. After that marvelous afternoon yesterday, sucked and fucked until she was near her limit, she had slept like a baby. And she had put in a good day at her job, earning the pay which Mid-American Insurance was happy to hand over, twice a month.
She reached out and pressed the latch release button which was set into her heavy antique dresser, and faintly heard the buzzing downstairs, then heard the downstairs door slam, and young feet pounding up the steps.
Her big oak door was unlatched, and she stood by the big picture window, wanting both the boys to see her against it. She was so ripe and ready for sex that she felt cunt juice trickle out from between her heat-swollen outer lips and make its tickling crawl down the inside of one thigh. How marvelous to have one or another of those hard school boy cocks in her, plunging, rasping, fucking, cumming. And making her blow sky high as she got off with them.
As soon as she heard her door open softly, she called: "I'm in here, Danny! In my bedroom. Come on in."
She had chosen to dress in the sheerest of lingerie, a gown that came just an inch or so below her crotch, and a long sleeved robe of the same material. "Boys look at lingerie ads in the Sears catalog and jerk off," she had whispered to herself as she decided on the revealing under garments rather than nudity. And she felt a warm glow in her strong and healthy body as the two kids stopped and gasped a tribute.
Her big, soft breasts jutted firmly from her rib cage. Her triangular bush of cunt hair not only showed plainly through the light material of her shortie gown, some curly strands hung below it.
She let the kids look a minute, then went to Danny, kissing him, holding one of his hands against her breast. And then, in a matter of seconds, she turned to the gawking kid with the sandy hair and brown freckles and said: "You're Paul Harker, of course. I'm so glad to see you!" And she moved right to him, reaching down to enfold his hardening young cock in her hand, through his faded old jeans.
"I'll bet you didn't believe all that Danny told you last night," she whispered, rubbing her warm belly against the stunned but delighted youth. "Give me your hand," and she took his left wrist and drew his hand deep into the soft, slippery folds of her cunt lips. "Does that convince you? Listen, I'm sorry I yelled at you two at school yesterday. Come on and get your clothes off, and let's be real friends."
The husky boy heaved a deep sigh, apparently of relief, for he hugged Madge so hard she couldn't breathe, and said: "Man, this is something else! Sure, I thought old Cable was lying." He was hastily snatching his knit shirt over his head, and Madge, herself relieved that this first awkward moment was over, unbuckled the boy's belt and began rolling his jeans and shorts down.
She couldn't believe his prick. Her brief glance at it yesterday must have been insufficient. She had thought he was less of a man, sexually, than young Danny, but the roll of meat that sprang up from his crotch was a real cunt-stretcher.
In a burst of nervous joy, she dropped to her knees and took the strongly flavored prick into her mouth, feeling the surge of blood in her breasts, in her pussy, as the cushioned head went deep into her throat.
Behind her, she heard Danny crowing: "See, smart ass? I told you she was for real! Wow! Am I ever getting a hard-on!"
Madge felt Danny's body against her back, then he was bending over her, trying to get her robe and nightie off her glowing body.
She felt a rush of deep heat in her loins, a near-orgasm, as the tall kid's toes went under her stretched bottom, one of them touching the sensitivity in her split, but she arose quickly, holding Paul's hard roll of meat caressingly before she raised her arms and let Danny peel off her through garments.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she said, her lips feeling stiff with excitement, "Nothing tastes as good as a warm prick on a hot afternoon."
As she rolled back on the wide bed, holding her knees apart, and elevating her legs so that her thighs mashed her boobs, Madge thought she had never been happier. "Please," she laughed, won't someone stick a cock into me? Somewhere!" And she was rewarded when both teenagers leaped on her at once, their self-consciousness gone in their moment of revelation and human heat.
She leaped and screamed as something hard and brutal jammed into the tenderness of her cunt, but could not see who or what, since Danny was lying across her face, trying to get his cock into her mouth. She was worried for a moment. A big, rough kid could easily rip something in those tenderly drooling folds of blood-warmed flesh in her cunt, but the pain eased, and she let her body move against whatever it was.
She could hear both of the boys breathing hard, and as she opened her mouth to lick her lips, the head of Danny's pecker seemed to slip in. Over her tongue, rubbing hard against the roof of her mouth, and down her throat at an angle which strained her muscles used in swallowing.
With a sharp movement, she threw both boys partially off her and sat up, holding her throat. The sensation had been unpleasant, but now she felt better, less fearful of her safety.
"Hey, you guys," she said in a hoarse voice, her hand on her throat. "I love your enthusiasm, but I don't want to get killed. Let's get organized. Danny, what do you want? To fuck me in the mouth? To cum down my throat? Okay, that's lovely, but I have to get my head lined up for that." She squeezed his hard cock warmly, smiling to show she wasn't angry, and fire lanced through her body as she saw that young Paul had a gut-wrenching hard-on that would frighten a mare mule. She leaned toward him and kissed him.
"We shouldn't be in such a hurry," she whispered. "We ought to play, first. Paul, do you like to kiss girls? Really kiss them, I mean? Tongue and all?" She licked her lips, her body tingling as she thought of those two hard young dicks. Teaching these two boys would be such fun. Heat flamed in her cunt, and her inner pores oozed juice.
Paul tried to speak, and had to swallow before he could make it.
"Yeah, yeah," he whispered. "Sucking tongues. I dig that."
Danny laughed comfortably. "His sister taught us both to do it that way," he said lightly. "She's older'n us. Grown up, really. Like, maybe, eighteen." He hunched against the smooth warmth of Madge's thigh, rubbing his cock on the living skin.
Madge held out her arms, and the freckled kid with the strong body kissed her. Tentatively, at first, and then his long, muscular tongue delved into Madge's mouth, clear to her throat, and she sucked it in delight, thinking that Paul's sister had really taught him.
She felt a flow of warmth from her twat, and again, the boy's hard fingers forced their way under her, rubbing hard at the clinging, sensitive flesh of her upper cunt.
She pulled away. "You're too rough, darling," she whispered, but her pussy had enjoyed the rougliness. "Let me lie on my back, and I'll show you ways to make a woman happy."
She lay back, looking up at Danny. "Let me help Paul first, baby, then I'll give you such a suck as you never imagined. OOOOOH! I want that big thing in my mouth! I want to drink that thick cream when you shoot it into me!" She turned her head and kissed his hard pecker, a long, sucking kiss that took the big, shiny red head into her lips, where she could roll her tongue tip over it. She heard the other boy draw in a gasping breath as he watched the earthy reality of this joining of male and female flesh.
Madge grinned at Danny, patting his cock, and said: "Paul, open up my thighs. Go on, they come wide open. OH! That felt so nice when my pussy opened up like that! Now, baby, get down close. Give me your hand."
She held the sturdy kid's big hand and her body trembled. No wonder he had felt rough. His fingers were very large and blunt, and the flesh on them was hard, almost like calluses on one's feet Trying to keep her voice from trembling with lust, Madge said: "Look, baby, I'll hold it open. Put a finger deep into me and pick up a little of my ass juice. OOOH! WOW! THAT'S IT!"
It felt amazingly satisfying, and she writhed in pleasure as the boy pushed his finger in and pulled it out. She had been very close to cumming. Holding his wrist was a good, solid feeling. She could fuck his finger in and out if she wished. If he didn't. But that's what he was doing, and he was looking intently at her with his pale blue eyes.
She pulled at his thick wrist, and Paul let her drag his thick finger out of her. She whispered: "Now, rub that slick finger up and down between my lips. Oooh, wonderful. Look closely-can you see a little nubbin of hard flesh right in the middle? At the top? OHHH! JESUS! DONT TOUCH IT! NOT YET! OHHHHHH!"
Her body had hammered up and down as the torturing ecstasy of a hard cum barely touched her, then was rolled back by her will.
"Baby," she said, her eyes bright with heat, "that's the spot that makes it all happen! That's how you can get any girl to give it to you. If you can get a finger into her, get it on her clitoris, get her to moaning, you've got her. Did you know about that?"
The sandy-haired boy blushed. "Well, partly," he mumbled. "I know girls have them. I'm not sure I ever saw one, not to know for sure what it was." He bent nearer to Madge's open cunt and she felt the moist warmth of his breath. "It's a long way up from where a guy's dick goes in. I thought the guy's dick did it for a girl."
Madge's cunt flamed from the hot pictures in her mind-of a kid who needed to learn, getting it into a woman's cunt for the first time. She felt the moist wave of heat shake her, felt it slip and slide up inside her, and could wait no longer.
She spread her thighs again, and took hold of Paul's cock.
"Stick it in me, baby," she gasped, her body beginning to hunch and push even before the big prick touched her trembling cunt lips.
As she felt it go in, she looked up at the sober faced boy in a haze of lust, seeing the thick rod of hard flesh gradually sink out of sight. Her darkly curled cunt hair meshed with his, and she lay panting, poised on the edge of a big orgasm.
It was almost too good to bear, feeling the hard stretch, the slick but positive friction of the Harker boy's thick organ, boring into her clinging, responsive flesh.
She moaned with gratitude as someone's hands came down on her eager breasts, squeezing them with such power that she would have screamed if her throat had not been choked with throbbing peter. But the nerves in her fuck-bloated titties warmed her all over, making some answering nerves inside her twat create their own wildness.
She felt her muscles close around the invading cock with all their power, and the surprised boy convulsively fucked into her with all his might. His cock was marvelous-long, thick, and strong, and in her wide open position, unable to throw her strong body up because of Danny's warm cheek on her thigh, Paul's cock went into her very deep, slugging away at her womb. It gave her a gut-deep sensation that carried her back to the old days on the farm, the first time she had even known that her womb could be prodded by a hard cock, or that it could have such a painfully satisfying result.
She felt a big cum building in her, seeming to make her belly swell with its accumulating power, and her cunt lips felt as if they were turning out each time the stocky boy pulled his big prick part way out. There was the warm and sticky sensation of her juice running down into the crack of her ass. The big peter smashed into her, over and over, and each time it made her grunt with pleasure and the shuddering buildup of orgasm. At the same time, her head was moving in a cadence with Danny's body as he fucked deeply into her throat. I've got it exactly right, she gloated inwardly. Getting it in both ends at once. She could not fling her body up, due to Danny's weight, which seemed to increase as he forgot everything in his anxiety to unload his swollen nuts in Madge's gullet.
Now that she could take a moment from the incredible heat that had been burning in her, now that the acts of fucking and sucking had been set in motion, the woman could enjoy it in her mind as well as in her body. The taste of Danny's young cock, gamy and strong. The maleness of his sweated crotch, with its heady aromas, the dampness of his pubic hair coming down over her nose and upper lip as he drove his organ deep down her throat.
In that flashing instant, of unselfish pleasure between sexual partners, Madge felt a deep wave of gratitude. That I could do this for two young humans, she thought, her mind in a mist of old, sweet memories. That I could pass on the good things that came to me.
There was a time, very, very long ago, when she had been bewildered, frightened, insecure. It had been so much fun, such gut-warming adventure, to discover the pleasures of her body, the deep, long lasting values in fucking. To venture into wider fields, to know the soaring delights of a gang fuck, and to enjoy the popularity of a girl who has a lot of give, and is glad to give it.
Those first years when she had known sex-how bright they had been! Except for that terrible experience with her mother, which she still hated to remember. But even so, loving sex as she did, she had had the courage to carry on, to live. And to love fucking.
She lay on her luxurious bed, her arms around two happy, horny teenage boys, a woman fulfilled and still ready for a continuation of this wild but easily controlled fuck pleasure. Danny was sucking on the hard nipple of one heavy, throbbing breast, while Paul was eagerly exploring the softly dripping folds inside her tight cunt, his fingers still seeming large and rough. But good. Oh, very good!
Two is just right, Madge thought. One can fuck me while the other builds a new hard-on, watching. Or thinks up a new way. Beautiful!
She reached down and held Danny's cock, thrilled to find that it was swelling, rising, getting hard. And she remembered other hard-ons, other times. On a blanket over an aromatic bed of dead leaves, in the warm, Indian Summer haze along Cane Creek. Or on a lot table in the basement of the Mt. Hebron Baptist Church, when a cold rain outside made the fucking all the warmer. So many sweet events to remember.
But some memories that still held their sting.
CHAPTER SIX
One summer was very much like another. Or possibly, to a girl as full of life and warmth and friendliness as Madge Fuller, each was maybe a little better than the last.
Her home, the old family farm, was still "out in the country," mainly because the new super-highways had all missed the area. But it was growing up, at least, more people were coming in. And some of the boys were so cute! And so bold! In that year that she turned fourteen, that older guy had noticed her at school, and had stopped her as she was going into the malt shop in the village shopping center. A new kid, moved down from St. Louis. "To be with my uncle and aunt," he had said, edging closer to her, apparently trying to get his hip against hers as they stood outside the malt shop, talking.
"His name's Seaman Barnes," the boy had said. "He's sort of, well, retired. We came over here from Memphis. Listen, I know you're only fourteen, and I'm eighteen, but how about you and me doing a little something together? I've got my uncle's car."
"Doing a little something" was a thrilling idea. It was early June, a week before school was out. And this new boy, whose name was B.J. Hall, had an athlete's build, a shock of blonde hair, and a confident, white-toothed grin that made little Madge Fuller's hot cunt warm right up, made it quiver inside.
She moved imperceptibly, and her smooth, warm hip just touched the big boy's thigh. She looked at him coolly, although her heart was pounding with a sudden sense of imminent happenings, of a new cock to handle. But the boy had to be checked just a bit. After all, hadn't he said, in effect, that she was awfully young?
"So, okay," the young girl said in very cool tone, "I'm only fourteen. Maybe I know as much as some girls a lot older. Maybe I know as much-and do as much-as some guys eighteen. Even if they happen to be hot shots from Memphis."
As she said this, she used one hand to pull down the front of her knit shirt, and took a deep breath, feeling her young titties mold their full, heavy beauty against the soft fabric. Her nipples, always sensitive, stuck out like bullets as she warmed up from this ancient rite of showing the merchandise, then playing that it was hard to get. At the same time, she opened rubbed her hip against the boy, then moved half a step away.
"Come on, baby," B.J. Hall said, "if you're smart, you know I never meant to put you down. I was thinking of what your folks might say. I'll bet you know as much as any woman I know. And that you've done as much," he laughed, and sidled against her again, this time boldly putting his hand down behind her, squeezing her firm young ass. "Why do you think I asked you out?" he asked in a low voice. "Listen, I think you're the best looking chick in Missouri. And all I want to do is find out if you're as hot as you look!"
Perhaps it was B.J.'s use of the thrilling noun "woman" in his theorizing that persuaded little Madge Fuller. Of course, she wasn't "little" Madge any more. Fourteen going on fifteen is a lot of difference to a girl who started learning at ten going on eleven. Lying on her back or bending over a fender, her young body answering the hot call of hard cocks, they had been a part of the expansion of the girl's mind. And a healthy climate, good food, plenty of exercise and inner heat, had all aided in the growth of Madge's beautiful young body.
In B.J.'s uncle's car, a most impressive Mercury station wagon, Madge felt the pressure of her swelling cunt lips as she sat beside the good looking stud, and wondered how soon he'd find a place to stop and put his hand up her dress, in the breathless preliminary called "getting a hand in a girl's panties."
For a stranger in the area, he did pretty good. On the paved highway just south of the village where the high school was, in the solid heat of a river-bottom June, he pulled off behind a grove of trees which were masked by a dense growth of wild grapevines. And Madge, burning now with hot expectation, had her arms up to receive B.J.'s kiss almost before he had set the hand brake and turned off the ignition switch.
His big, warm hand went right up between her solid thighs as their tongues joined in slippery strength and heat, and Madge, suddenly itching for this boy's cock, opened her legs and shifted her softly muscled young rump forward. She felt the pressure of his fingers on the sweated outer edge of her thickly furred cunt lips, her body moved instinctively, and she almost chewed his tongue off as a big, smooth finger slipped into her tightly gripping twat.
He moved his right arm around her, and she lifted her right arm, so that his free hand could grip her breast. He pressed it hard against her ribs, and squeezed the expanded nipple between his fingers. It sent the girl's heat soaring, and she felt for B.J.'s cock, finding the tab to his zipper with easy expertise, and the big boy lifted his body so that Madge could run the zipper all the way down. Her groping hand dealt with the fly to his sweat dampened shorts, and she pulled the hard peter out with firm tenderness.
When these preliminaries had been concluded, according to time-honored custom, they stopped kissing and drew back to look in each other's eyes. The major question had been asked and answered without a word. Now, B.J. said, and the young girl was deeply thrilled that this good looking, grown up sort of guy should be breathing so hard: "Roll over into the back seat, baby! Unless you'd rather I made a big bed in the back, so we can stretch out."
Madge grinned at him and kissed him. "I'll love it in the back seat, she said. "Oh, hurry, B.J.! I'm sure hot and ready!"
She flipped over the front seat like a trained seal, and was hunched up, her back in the corner of the broad seat, and her knees drawn up, when the big blonde kid joined her.
"You can take off my panties, if you want to," she whispered. "Or I'll slip 'em off, whichever you'd rather."
B.J. opened his shirt, unfastened his belt, and shoved his slacks and shorts down. His grin was tense, and he handled his hard cock with care. "You're great, baby," he said huskily. "Let me take them off-I want to see your sweet little cunt!"
Madge could not take her eyes off the big stud's cock. It was as big as Mister Harrigan's, and that was the biggest she had known in all her short life. She could feel herself quaking up inside not in terror but in anticipated joy.
The boy's strong young hands went under her, lifting her butt off the seat, and she gasped at his strength. She watched his intent face as he tugged the tight panties down and off her, and she got her knees up again, with her cuntal area spread before his eyes. It was marvelous and warming to hear him suck in his breath, to see him lick his lips.
She had wondered what he would do, and how he would do it, and she was so full of tingling fuck nerves and dripping cunt juice that she really didn't care. But she leaped and screamed with muted joy when the blonde boy immediately sank his open mouth into the juicy, vein-reddened spread of cunt lips, and sucked up all that his mouth would cover.
"OH, GOD!" Madge cried, and one of her feet shot off the seat to dig into B.J.'s back. Her fists knotted in his thick blonde curls, and her body strained to press her responsive pussy against the young stud's sucking mouth. He was bruising her inner lips, he was so avid to eat her cunt, and she felt as if he would turn her vagina inside out.
One of his big hands was holding her thigh, keeping her snatch open for his licking, and she reached for the other, pulling it up under her knit shirt, pressing it around her swelling titty. Involuntarily, her body began a fucking motion as she half lay, half sat, in the corner of the broad seat.
B.J. was on his knees, one of her heels was dug into his bare back to give her leverage, and her body was going up and down, drawing her wide-open pussy across his mouth and tongue in a vertical motion. What she wasn't getting by this action, she tried to supply by tugging his head up and down.
"SUCK ME, BABY!" she yelled in a hoarse, strained voice. "EAT MY PUSSY, B.J.! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! OH, BABY, IT'S SO GOOODDD! EAT ME, B.J., EAT MY CUNT! OHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH!"
She was sawing her ass up and down, feeling waves of heat break inside her, feeling that her belly was swollen to bursting with the fire of orgasm that was bursting all through the slippery darkness of her pussy. She felt his hard tongue go into her and twist around and yelled again: "OH, DARLING! OH, BABY! YOU'RE THE BEST! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! SUCK IT, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!"
She fell back limply as the last of her deep cum seemed to flow out of her relaxed pussy. Her foot slid off B.J.'s back, and dropped to the carpeted floor of the car. There were still small shocks of fevered, happy nerves enjoying their own explosions of sex, far up her vagina, and she lay with her eyes closed and a smile on her face, enjoying the hot, panting breath of the big boy in her tender pussy.
When B.J. at last moved his head and sat back on his heels, his face was a shining mask of cunt-smeared pleasure, and he was grinning in triumph that he had given her such a complete cum.
"You're really something, chickie," he said. "I never knew a girl to blow it any quicker than you did." He caressed her ass, squeezing its soft solidity, and bent to plant one kiss in the deeply pleasured, softly moving young twat. It was juicier than before, and now that he was cooler, he had a chance to appreciate the sharply feminine flavors in that heated trough of clinging flesh.
In a shaky whisper, feeling that she had been eaten by a master, Madge said: "Come up to me, B.J., come up and kiss me! Ohhh! How good that was! How sweet! Listen, are you going to stick that beautiful big peter into me? Oh, honey, I'll bet you're ready to shoot it! Can I help you? Do you want me to suck you first?"
The broad shouldered kid kissed her, leaning on her tittie, careful not to press his throbbing cock against her. The young girl, her loins still trembling from her wonderful cum, still waiting for the thrust of that marvelous prick, kissed her young lover with all her force and heat. This time, as her tongue went into his mouth and her lips opened wide to cover his, she could taste the delicious nectar from her cunt, a taste she always loved.
She could sense that her normally tight fuck hole was sagging open in happy relaxation, and the smell of hot pussy was as arousing to her as to the horny young guy. I love my pussy! the girl thought with a deep sense of gratitude that she was a woman.
As she emerged from the fulfilled dream of lust that had made her respond so fiercely to the broad shouldered B.J. Hall, her strong young body vibrating in every nerve and fiber, Madge kissed the dazed and happy boy repeatedly. Now that things were sorting out, she realized that that heat and ecstasy of pain in her breasts came from the boy's big, warm hands. He had-or maybe she had pushed her fine jersey blouse up to her armpits and her full, firm titties were standing out like the milk-swollen breasts of a young nursing mother.
In a burst of wild feeling all over her body, of smoldering fire in her belly, of hot-wire flashes from tit nerves, Madge gripped B.J. around his hard, muscular body and shoved her throbbing cunt once more up his wilting dick.
When it slipped out, she moaned from the ache of cuntal emptiness, and slid down on the seat, her legs high in the air.
"Go get it, baby," she gasped. "Suck it all out and let me have it! Hurry, B.J. I feel some of it getting away! Oh, suck it, baby!"
With a gusty laugh, the boy got his mouth close to the dripping hole where opaque white drops of his semen clung to the meaty lips and curly hair, and carefully put his thumbs on either side of the throbbing cunt. As he applied pressure to open her up, Madge felt a shock of pleasure warm her cunt. She felt the firmness of his lips cover the entry to her body, and a spiraling pang of lust ran deep inside her as B.J. sucked her hard.
She could feel herself being forcibly drained, feel the hot, slick seed slide up her fuck tube and into the boy's mouth. And her fuck nerves, raw with the powerful fuck she had just received, burned in her pussy like electric wires short circuited. But she hung on to her emotions, tensing her body, clenching her teeth, so that she might enjoy this intensity of fulfillment.
B.J. stayed at her spasming pussy a long time, and she could feel the movement of his lips and tongue on her heated, tender flesh as he tried to empty her vagina of his load.
When he took his reeking mouth away from the reddened slash of her sex, she held out her arms to him with tears in her eyes as he came to her, lips pursed, cheeks full of the rich, tasty jism.
She felt warm and grateful as the first slick drops of protein goodness came into her mouth on B.J.'s muscular tongue. It was sweet to suck out the pearly white drops, to get this thick, slick delight that had shot into her pussy from the stud's big balls. This was having her fuck and eating it, too, she paraphrased in her mind, slowly drinking the oozing jism came across her tongue, across her taste buds. There was a wholesome warmth and mild saltiness which made a man's cum richer and thicker than a girl's, but she was deeply thrilled with the knowledge that some of this goodness was directly from her own inner wells of girl-cum.
When Madge was sure she had licked every warm, slick drop of fuck juice from her new lover's mouth, she held him against her bloated breasts, content to feel the human warmth of his hard body, mashing her aching titties into thick rolls of palpitating flesh.
"You're a wonderful, hot woman," B.J. said at last, running one of his hands down between the girl's smooth thighs. "This," and he softly stroked her fat and hairy cunt, now plastered with cum and spit, "is a pussy for the record books. Did you realize how you were squeezing my cock? It was like a strong, smooth hand full of something slicker than a quart of oil. Whew!" He kissed her as she stroked her hand through his yellow hair.
"Let me change places with you, stud-boy," the girl whispered. "Get up here and lie down. Let me get on the floor."
When B.J. complied, Madge knelt on the car floor and took his dick in her hand. It was still large and pink, and although the film of cum was drying on its stem, there was still a lot there, and the pretty young girl smiled softly as she daintily took the warm prick into her mouth. She held it for a moment or two, sucking on the skin, loosening the drying semen, and then, using her tongue and lips, got under the foreskin and into a warm, slick world where the rich seed was still as thick and oily as if it had just shot from B.J.'s nuts.
She loved the softness of the loose skin and of the head under it, and her cheeks sunk in as she slowly sucked the big, soft morsel of male meat down her throat. She swallowed, knowing that her smooth, powerful throat muscles would give intense pleasure to the tender head of B.J.'s dick, and felt a thrill go all through her as the handsome boy lifted his body in pleased surprise.
She felt his hand move down between his side and her breasts, and a pang of cock lust transfixed her as he squeezed the big, soft handful of tit. She writhed against him as he pulled on her breast as if he were milking her, and felt her pussy open and close in a convulsive seizure of cuntal pleasure.
In her rush of feeling, she still remembered not to hurt his sensitive dick by sucking too hard, but she put one warm hand between the boy's hard thighs and fondled his big balls, stroking her index finger under them, along the root of his fuck-column, down to the quivering flesh around his asshole. When he partially sat up and gently removed her head from his cock, she lay with her face against it for a long couple of minutes, inhaling the male fragrance of sweat from between his legs, from his humid ass crack.
They sat together in a warm silence, feeling each other, sucking tongues, until at last B.J. said: "Maybe I'd better take you home. I've got to get my uncle's car back to him, and you probably have to check in at home. Your folks will be worrying."
Madge laughed. "They don't worry about me," she said. "Matter of fact, I think they'd be relieved if I never came back."
The boy shook his head. "Can't believe it," he said. "A girl like you! Any parents would be glad to have such a chickie for a daughter! Of course," he added, and grinned, "I know they don't know as much about your special talents as I do."
Madge shivered as she pulled on her panties, which were clammy from her flow of cunt juice. Her heart was heavy with the truth of what she had just told the big kid. "They know enough," she said rather grimly. Her memory smote her again. Mister Harrigan! What a lovely, kind, thoughtful man he had been! To have to carry the burden of hate that her parents had heaped on him! And it was all my fault, she admitted silently to herself, for the thousandth time.
Because of the banked fires in her warm body, and because of that full, pleasantly aching sensation in her big breasts, Madge pulled the boy's head down to their blue-veined softness one more time before she pulled the jersey shirt over them. She pinched one into a cone of warm flesh, and put the nipple in her lover's mouth, and the hard, long suck made her body straighten out in a frenzy of delighted fuck-feeling.
When they were clothed again, driving back to the turnoff to the Fuller place, B.J. eased the big station wagon over to the grassy shoulder and stopped it.
"I want to kiss you once more," he said, "and to get my fingers wet in your sweet little cunt. But mainly, I want to establish that I'll see you soon, as soon as possible. And often. I never went steady in my life, and I'm not asking you now. But I feel like I never will get enough of you. Is tonight soon enough?"
When they broke from each other, she said: "Tomorrow's the last day of school. There's a dance tonight, and I'm going to line up a few of my good friends in a classroom down the hall. Sort of, you know, to say good-bye until next year. I've done it every year for four years." She laughed. "You can be the first in line, or the last, and take me home. And we can fuck all night, if you want to. Mama and papa are up in St. Louis for the night. My dad's a sort of local chairman for Woodmen of the World. There's a convention. We can even fuck in bed, if you want to."
Twenty-eight years ago! The woman with the sleek, strong body, warmed by her contact with two junior Don Juans, smiled as she remembered the heat and wildness of that night. The last night she was to spend under that roof of her father's for a long, long time!
Her eyes were wet with tears for that moment of keen, sad remembrance of times past. "When kids grow up, it's not always a happy thing. Growing up and getting hurt seem to go together."
She remembered who had said it. Old Seaman Barnes.
Well, the old devil had been right about a lot of things. And that, as sure as hell, was one of them.
She felt someone's hand at her cunt lips, opening them. It was Danny. She opened her eyes, feeling drugged with sex, and smiled as the skinny kid raised her solid thighs, let them sag apart, and got down to look directly into her opened pussy. It felt so slick and warm, so good, to have this wonderful kid so interested in her twat.
"Do you like it, Danny?" she asked, reaching to stroke his head. "Because I do. I've always loved my pussy. And it's always been good to me."
She lifted her body toward him as his face came down to her love-swollen cunt lips, and cried: "OOOOOHHH! BABY, THAT'S GOOOOOODDD! SUCK ME, DANNY! SUCK ME!"
She groped blindly for the other boy's cock, and found it, the thick, soft outer skin encasing a rod of meat as hard as marble.
I feel like a girl, she thought as she opened her full, red lips to suck in the wonderful prick, the seat of all life. It's like when I was a kid-only I run things, now!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now that the sharp edge of her lust had worn off, Madge Fuller gave, herself to a slower, hotter enjoyment. She held her big thighs against Danny's sweet face, using her heels on his back to bring his curling tongue, his open lips, into a rhythmic contact with her writhing cunt. And she held onto the stocky kid's nuts with one warm hand, sticking her broad tongue out to make a longer path of slickness for his delicious peter to fuck into.
Also, as heat rose in her again, after that first warm, sweeping little orgasm, she patted Paul's hand and pointed to her breast, swollen to almost twice its usual size by fuck heat. He grinned, said: "Gotcha!" and immediately began fondling the big, ripe, blue-veined pillows of flesh. Madge groaned in ecstasy, wondering if she could reach under young Danny with her feet and catch his hard cock with her toes. A surprise for him, she thought with an inner smile. I've done it, jerked guys off with my feet. It's wild, what some weirdoes choose instead of a good, tight, hot cunt.
She felt a love pang deep in her guts, and softly took Paul's throbbing cock out of her mouth, so she could pull his head down to hers and get her tongue down his throat. So much like a cock, but sweeter, somehow. And she didn't want either of the kids to cum, not just yet. She had another idea. Just so much straight fucking and sucking, and Madge rebelled. A lot had happened to her. A lot of weird and imagine fucking.
She had built this place for fun, and she had had it, but never had she felt more exhilarated than now. She was holding both cocks, delighting in their youthful hardness, and on impulse, she ran one of her warm hands into the deep crease of Paul Harker's young ass, feeling for the tightly puckered asshole. He stood still, an odd grin on his face, and waggled his butt as if in invitation. It gave her an almost uncontrollable burst of pure good feeling, and she held the boy and kissed him feeling his big, hard hands mauling her breasts as she gave him her tongue.
His hard cock was caught between her thighs, rubbing against her warm pussy, and she almost came again at the contact.
She said, in a happy voice: "Since you guys either don't have any wild ideas, or don't want to tell 'em, I've got one. Here!"
She dropped to her knees on the soft rubber mat which covered most of the tiled floor, and said: "Go around the walls, turning on the jets. Hot on the left, cold on the right. We can spray ourselves from everywhere at once. Wow!" she cried, as the first two sprays began to work, "That's good! Hurry up and let's get something going!"
They crowded against her in the luxurious jets of warm water, rubbing their slick bodies against hers, and Danny played with her big titties, pulling on them and letting their firm, smooth weight pull away from his fingers. Like he's milking me, she thought. It's something I've always loved.
She bent over, putting her hands on the mat, and shook her handsome ass. "It looks a mile wide, this way," she giggled. "But it sure feels good when somebody sticks something in that little old hole of mine. Anybody for a dog-fashion fuck?"
It was young Harker who got there first. He was serious and intent. "God damn, it looks good," he said solemnly. Madge leaped as his fingers pressed on either side of it, mashing the thick lips open, spreading the pink inner lips so that the jets of warm water ran into it.
"Go ahead," she gasped, feeling the need and heat swell her to the bursting point. "Shove it in me, Paul baby! Ooohhh! That's the way, man, that's it!"
She closed her eyes and moved her body slowly. Funny how a cock seemed to go in deeper when it came in from the rear. Matter of a woman's construction, the way her vagina kinked, the way her womb's mouth seemed to drop toward the opening of her cunt.
"Man, this is something else," she heard the stocky kid rasp. "Jesus, Cable, get around here and watch it go in! It's better than a hundred Mary
Jones's. Forty times better than my sister!"
He stopped, and there was a long silence. Maybe he just meant the way his sister looked, Madge thought, and she was aware that Danny was still and quiet, struck by what might or might not be a giveaway of information accidentally divulged.
To break the silence, she said: "You're not kidding, Paul baby! That goes in me clear up to my liver! Shove hard, Paul! OHHH! Man, that's where it's at! Hey, Danny, get on your back and slide under me. OH, PAUL! OH, MY GOD! EASY!"
She reached back, under her belly, and felt around his dick, cupped his balls. "That's some cock," she said respectfully. "Like a mule's! Go easy a minute. I want to get old Cable under me."
She got her arms on either side of the tall kid, and watched as he spread his long legs on each side of her knees. He was intent but puzzled looking. "What gives?" he asked.
Move that big old cock of yours back just a little," Madge said in a voice blurred by heat. "I'm going to lie on you, and hold my boobs together around your cock. You're going to fuck me between my tits. Easy, now. Easy. You, too, Paul! You can make me cum with just a couple of pokes, but I want to get this one thing on with Danny, and then we'll all roll around and everybody can fuck everybody else! Whew! I'm talking myself into a cum!"
She got her elbows down on the mat. Danny's cock was against the smoothness of her belly and chest. "Make a fucking motion, Danny," she said. "No, hunch your way up about three inches. I'll show why." His cock was pressing on her tits, and the water was making their smooth surfaces as slick as her cunt. It felt as hot, too, and as sexy.
"Hold my titties, Danny," the woman gasped. "Hold 'em tight against your cock. How's that? Feel good? Now shove up between them."
She bent her head, paying no attention to Danny's face, or her long, dark hair tangled over it. She watched the straining head of his long, hard dick come at her face from between her soft, hot boobs, and she opened her lips so that the head of his penis entered them.
"Feel that?" she asked in a choked voice. "You're fucking between my tits, and the head of your cock's going into my mouth. When you shoot your load, I'll drink it! Every last drop!"
From above her, she heard Danny's voice. "Come on, mama! Get it on!" And he began to fuck up at her with all the power of his loins.
The friction on her breasts, the deep rooting touch of his red cockhead as it struck into her mouth, was a just reward for this wild idea. Her body was moving, too, in cadence with Danny's, and she felt the power and the plunging stretch of young Paul's prick.
The minute or two of engineering this freaky thing with Danny had taken Madge off the hook of premature orgasm, and she let her cunt enjoy the full force of the sandy-haired boy's thrusts. She could feel him striking solidly against her cervix, glancing off, making the closed end of her vagina bulge to its limits. She felt the mass of cock meat churning her guts as well as in the. slippery folds of her twat, and shivered as she thought of that big tool stuck in her ass.
He was ramming it in with all the enthusiasm of a boy getting his first crack at a woman in this position, and she knew he would not be long in shooting his heavy load of semen into her.
I want it, she thought fiercely, and giggled, even with Danny's cock going into and out of her lips. I'm a jism freak, she told her warmly understanding inner self. J was born hungry for a guy's cum.
In the midst of this thought, with the pressure on her breasts almost driving her up the tiled wall, and with Paul's big peter slashing away at her, pounding her cunt, giving her that marvelous pang from hitting other tender places, she felt Danny's cock grow and throb, and dropped her head and held him so that he could cum in her mouth. Simultaneously, her cunt expanded as Paul Harker began to get off, and she fell sideways, blown off her balance by the force of her own hard orgasm.
The three of them, dizzy with fulfilled lust and a sense of pleasure shared, lay on the soft, spongy blue mat, pelted by the many jets of warm water.
By some odd little miracle of cohesion, Paul's prick still remained in Madge's tight, hot pussy, which continued to gnaw softly, toothlessly, on the boy's hard hunk of meat. He must have been able to see and drool over the expanse of Madge's ass and cunt, because he appreciatively fingered the soft, hairy lips, and gave her a pang of joy by twisting a finger part way into her asshole.
Her immediate response, a throbbing inner grip on his tender cock, made Paul buck hard, jamming his dick deeper into her. And it made Danny's sweet prick, his thick, tasty jism, all the better to her awakened taste buds.
Reluctantly, knowing someone had to break it up, Madge at last rolled free, but put her hand down to hold Paul's organ as it was released by her strong inner muscles. With his eyes still closed to keep the memory of that luscious ass and cunt, with his cock sliding in and out of the reddened lips, he fucked into her hard, smiling. As the cum juices washed away, Madge twisted her beautiful body, feeling comfortable, slack, and satisfied, and took the dark red head into her lips for a brief, tender suck.
She had a favorite spot in the shower, where several of the jets of water converged. She hunched over to it, then, lying on her back, thrust both her strong legs in the air, wide apart. Her hands braced her hips so that she had her cunt pointing at the ceiling, and the various showers of warm water were striking all over her cuntal area. She felt the warm, needle like fingers of water play up and down in her sensitive ass crack, in the exposed inner surfaces of her pussy, and she waved her legs in ecstasy.
The boys, laughing, snuggled up to her, and young Paul got his nose and mouth right in the crack of her ass, licking up and down as the warm sprays of water made everything seem slicker and sweeter.
Madge gave the boys big, softly luxurious towels, and they dried each other, the three of them. She was happy that whatever strain there had seemed to be between Paul and Danny had cleared up in the warm fun of fucking and sucking. Her own body glowed delightfully, her breasts bounced and tingled as the boys dried them, and there was a wonderful, quiet warmth all through her fuck system.
She turned to go toward her small, efficient kitchen, and knew by the rub of one cunt lips against the other that she was as hot, as ready to fuck again, as she had been when the boys appeared.
Why not? she asked herself. Plenty of times I lined 'em up, ten, eleven horny young dudes. And by the time Number Five was finishing, the last five would be so hot they'd squirt it in-or sometimes on me-in a couple of seconds.
She had a soft, tender smile on her face as she went into the kitchen and began getting a whopping snack tray ready. No question, one of the healthiest, most wholesome aspects of sex was that it sure gave you an appetite, Madge acknowledged.
"Let's rest and eat, boys, and then, if we feel like it, we can have some more fun," Madge said as she laid out the food. "There's all sorts of stuff to drink in the fridge."
They ate well-cold ham in thick slices, cold barbecued pork from a nearby Chinese restaurant, potato salad, pickles, fresh bread, and a plate of cookies to top it off. They sat on the deep pile fuck carpet, and its long fibres tickled the damp, tender flesh of Madge's warmly opened cunt as she sat cross legged, looking at the two fat and rosy cocks, thinking of how she would fuck them and suck them, over and over.
How good it was to have this life to live, to be free! She drew in a long breath, shuddering as she remembered another time, when everything would have caved in around her if it were not for that tough old rooster, Seaman Barnes.
Truly, she had many good things to remember. A good reason to be kind and generous with these two growing studs. But there was a deep, bitter pain among her memories, too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A dance at Cane Creek United District High School was always an event. Everyone came, parents as well as kids. Teachers knocked their brains out to make it a real party, and the Home Ec rooms were beehives turning out fried chicken and strawberry pies and warm, flushed young girls who began to smell better than the culinary treats as the evening wore on.
There was always the smell of a sex at such a party. People still held each other when they danced, and you can get up quite a heat, rubbing bellies with a guy whose hard-on is against the inside of your thigh every time he twirls you or makes a dip or a turn.
And, by nine o'clock, the big auditorium is so filled, and there's so much monkey business going on all around, that nobody notices who's in sight and who isn't.
By nine, Madge Fuller, her eyes bright, her young heart full of excitement, was in a locked room off the gymnasium. "I never did this in a locked room," Madge said to B.J., who, since yesterday, had become very important to the girl. "Ooooooh! What a cock!" she whispered to herself as she sat on the table and waited for all the boys to get here. She and B.J. had a surprise for them. Madge giggled, thinking of it.
The girl felt loose and relaxed, in spite of the heat in her pussy, the ache in her warm titties, the drops of sweat which trickled down her smooth young belly. This was going to set a new sort of trend in the Cane Creek community. She thought about the locked door, the freedom it gave all of them, and smiled. Mister Peter Harrigan was a school trustee. He had given her the key. He would have given her anything she asked.
There was a knock, B.J. opened the door and let in another boy, and looked at Madge, who nodded. That made ten, not counting B.J., and ten was plenty. It made her shiver, looking at the shifting, grinning group of boys. She knew them all, had been fucked by every one of them. She felt a closing of her throat, a clutch of excitement in her hot young cunt.
"Listen, you dudes," she said in a clear, high voice. "This is B.J. Hall. He's got an announcement."
As the boys turned to the older fellow, B.J. smiled, then looked serious.
"This is sort of a good-bye party," he said, "and it seems to me that all of us ought to do something nice for Madge Fuller. Look at her. Isn't she sweet?"
And Madge, who had begun to slip off her formal as soon as B.J. had the other boys' attention, now stood on the table, bare-ass naked. Wolf whistles and howls of good humored lust filled the room.
"So," B.J. said, "here's the deal. Three dollars to fuck, two dollars for Madge to jerk you off while she fucks another stud, a dollar to stick your finger in her pussy and suck her titties. Or, if you want it all, seconds, thirds, anything, it's five bucks. Gets you all the pussy you can handle."
There was a noise of whispering in the room, a laugh or two, and the lush young girl stood up on the table again and cried: "You all know me, and you know that every guy I ever lined up always got the best fuck I could give him. Whether he was first in line, or tenth, or if he came back for thirds."
She opened her thighs and held her thick, hairy cunt lips open in a deliberately lewd gesture.
"It's hot and ready," she said. "And listen-any dude that will suck his own jism out of me and kiss it into my mouth, gets half his money back. I don't care, B.J., " she said as the tall blonde kid turned an angry face at her, "if I want to give my friends a little bonus, I guess that's my right!"
She dropped to the wrestling pad which cushioned the table, and opened her young thighs as she lay on her back. She heard a familiar voice say: "Man, this is something else! We can get naked, Madge is naked, what a ball!" And there was the sound of zippers, the shuffling of feet, and
B.J. was taking the money, handing out numbered and coded slips, and a pair of warm hands held Madge's cunt open and a dick slammed into her. A big dick, too. It belonged to Petey Harrigan, Junior, but they sure couldn't call him "Little Peter" any more. It came into Madge's tight, slick cunt with all the force of the kid's back muscles, and he leaned down on her to engage her tongue as he fucked. This was a special thing they had always had, and Madge's clinging cunt flesh responded to the boy's thrusts. At the same time, she felt someone playing with her titties, and opened her passion-hazed eyes to see who it was. Gary Thomas and Bob Drew, and she knew they must be five-dollar customers.
Both had their cocks up, both were naked, and, in a burst of good feeling and heat, Madge reached for their hard pricks. She was moving her strong, softly muscular ass from side to side to take care of Peter" any more. It came into Madge's tight, slick swell and spread in her excited, glowing, juicing cunt.
She yelled out her hard, hot ecstasy as Petey sprayed her girlish cervix with his seed, and as she clasped her thighs around her first lover, she felt Bobby Drew's cock swell, felt the throb a boy enjoys as his nuts begin to pop, and a rope of hot sperm lashed across the girl's face and throat. She could see drops of it on her cheeks, but she held on to Petey, giving him the best fuck she knew how, thinking: Oh, God, it's so wonderful to have all this prick to myself. And all these guys, I'll never wear all of them out.
After Petey, grinning a wolfish grin, had sucked out his heavy load, and Madge had sat up, holding the boy between her smooth thighs while he fed the jism into her mouth with his tongue, everyone seemed to loosen up, to be freer with each other, to have more fun. And B.J. made a great manager, thinking up little changes that made everyone enjoy the whole thing.
She dog-fashioned with Berry Evans while Stu Richers knelt before her and stuck his cock in her throat. Her entire body was one big, happy cum feeling, and as her sweat rolled off her, boys stroked and licked her, getting really wild, sucking up under her arms in the dark and fragrant nest of curly hair. Some kid held her hair in his hands and fucked into it, and B.J. had her lie on her side while one guy did his level best to get it into her tightly closed asshole, to match a guy who already had it in her cunt.
The time passed so fast that, when a warning knock came on the door, and Adrian Ryan's worried voice said: "Better cool it! They're ready for the Good Night Ladies waltz!" there were still a lot of beautiful, healthy hard-ons around. But Madge's pussy was practically turned inside out, its inner lips reddened and sloppy from so much balling, so much friction, so many hard young cocks stabbing into it. And her young belly was full and warm with the thick, pure seed she had swallowed, either from a spurting cock or from a probing tongue.
She was panting and laughing as B.J. helped her get her formal over her head, and he used his handkerchief to clean the congealing drops of stray semen from her hair and off her face.
"Did I make much money?" she asked B.J., her face bright. "I can't believe any girl has to get paid to fuck," she said, hanging on to the big fellow's strong arm. "Oooh! I feel wonderful! And so hot! So red hot, baby! Will you take me home and fuck me in bed, like you did tonight? My folks can't possibly be here until, well, Monday. Do you want me to suck you again? I saw you getting a big hard-on while all the balling was going on."
B.J. hugged her affectionately. "Wouldn't think of it," he said warmly. "You've had enough to wear out a professional whore. I spoke to Old Man Harrigan after you got the key from him. He says he'd love to take you home. As long as your folks are out of town."
It was like a fist crashing into her belly, just under her heart. And then she had a terrible premonition.
"You took money from him," she said in a low voice. "You told him he could fuck me. Didn't, you? B.J., how much did you charge him?"
The tall boy's face was bland. "Might as well get it while we can, baby," he said smoothly. "He's an older guy, a farmer, got a good crop coming. He gave me twenty bucks. And listen, even though you gave some of those studs half their money back-and remember, that was your pleasure, getting sucked and eating the stud juice-I'm going to give you an even shake. I mean it."
He checked a fat roll of bills quickly, and said: "Forty-seven bucks, counting old Harrigan's twenty. Twenty-three-fifty for you, same for me. Sound okay?"
For Madge, reared in austerity, born into the worst depression the world had ever known, and in a nation just recovering from a vast war, with its fiscal strains, it was a lot of money. But it did not make her happy. And B.J. had not made her happy.
"I appreciate your generosity," she said coldly, "especially since it was my pussy, and my friends. And, when I give Mister Harrigan back his twenty, it'll be three dollars and a half for me."
B.J. looked at her, puzzled.
"I just don't understand you," he said. "If you'd used your head, we could have been splitting sixty bucks. And if it weren't for me, you'd have done just as much fucking, wouldn't have had a dime to show for it. Come on, baby, shape up!"
Madge felt a dumb sense of pain and shame as she let B.J. push her out the door. She wanted him so hotly! And he had let her down. Well, at least she could give Mister Harrigan his money back, and apologize. She hesitated for a few moments, wanting to go back and talk to B.J. But two things happened.
First, Mary Jane Worthington passed her in the hall, nodded to her, then rapped on the door that Madge had just come out of. When B.J.'s voice called: "Who is it?" the other girl said: "Your late date, sugar boy!" and the door opened to let her in.
And right on top of that shock, the pain of knowing that B.J. was after another girl, there was a sound of feet in the hall, and there was Peter Harrigan, Senior, a quiet, sober looking man in a dark blue suit, looking at her with anxious expectancy.
It was a bad time for such a young girl, even one who had grown some patches of scar tissue-inside, from the troubles she' had. B.J. had used her, that was obvious. But here was a man that she had used, and who had suffered for it. And there was something about him, and about her memories of him, that caught at her heart.
She put B.J. and the other girl out of her mind and said: "Oh, Mister Harrigan, I'm so glad to see you! It's been so long!"
He had very little to say to her, but once she was in his big, comfortable old sedan, he reached out his arms and the girl came to him, tears on her cheeks, her mouth open for his kiss, and she felt an unexpected glow of heat burn inside her as his tongue went in to wrap around hers, and one of his big hands squeezed her breast.
"God, you've grown."
"Big Peter" gasped as he finally pulled away from her. "Madge, my dear! My little girl friend! That's what I used to call you! Remember?"
The young girl ducked and put her hot face on his neck. He had shaved for the dance, and smelled wonderful and masculine.
"I remember more than that," she said, and was able to giggle. "How I'd always come to you after Petey and the other boys had fucked me all afternoon, and I'd come to you with that bullshit tale of wanting you to 'help' me. When what I really wanted was for you to suck me out." She kissed him with a harder passion. "Mister Harrigan, did you know that, all along, I wanted your cock?"
The big, quiet man had his hand up her short dress, and she spread her thighs to let him get his fingers wet in the slick, juicy trough of soft inner lips. It felt so marvelous, an old friend doing this for her, and to be doing something for an old friend.
"I know that you were so tight you almost tore the skin off my poor old dick," Harrigan laughed. "But we finally got it in, didn't we? And then, after I had my ejaculation-uh, I mean, after I shot my load in you, you sucked me and sucked me. Maybe that's what we both wanted."
He sighed, leaning back and letting the young girl run his zipper down and fumble his big, hard cock out.
"Well," Madge said brightly, trying to conceal the deep emotion in her voice, "you're not going to get a choice, this time. You know why? Because, first, you're going to stick it in me and fuck me." She shivered, holding his big cock and realizing how it would stretch her sore, well fucked vagina. "And then," she said, bending down to kiss the big, blood gorged head, "I'm going to suck it up, and suck you off. You always loved that, didn't you?"
They were both silent, and Madge had a sharp, clear picture of the first day she had held this good man's prick, trying to put it into her juvenile cunt, crying and begging him to screw her. Almost six months after her very first fuck, with the man's son. And after so many, many sexual excesses with young Petey, and Buns Miller, and Frank Ploeger, and Harry Lipscomb. Because she craved all the peters she could get, and Petey liked to help her get them. And each time, she had gone, crying, to Harrigan's place, dumbly pointing to her martyring cunt, knowing that he could not resist her.
Until at last, when he had taken his cock out-she had always let him rub it on her breasts, under her arms, or she would kiss it until the long, hot streams of white seed shot out of it-she had lain on her back in his haymow, and threatened to scream if he didn't fuck her.
Remembering that body-ripping feel of stretch when he had first tried to get it in her, the pain that was at once so terrible and so beautiful, the fifteen-year-old girl, four years older in time and a hundred years older in experience, jacked the thick, soft skin of his cock up and down over the broad, dark head. Until Harrigan, holding his breath, took her hand away and said: "Easy, Madge! I'm not as young as I was. I don't want to waste any of this."
She flung herself on him, sobbing. "You've always been so good to me!" she cried. "How could we have been so unlucky as to get in all that trouble? I was the one who did it! It was my fault!"
Harrigan held her firm, mature body, his hard-on out of the way to prevent a contact that might bring his hot floe of jism shooting up all over the girl. And his car.
And they both remembered, only too well.
"That was a bad time, that day in the bushes," Harrigan said in a whisper, squeezing one of Madge's fifteen-year-old titties until her strong young body writhed with the pain and the pleasure. "Your mother would have killed me if she could." He shook his head, his smile somewhat bitter. "It was a stupid thing I did."
Madge bent and took the head of his cock into her mouth, kissing it, sucking at it, trying to tell this man that she loved him for all he'd done for her. "It was my fault," she said. "I should have known that mama was looking out the window."
She held the man's head and kissed him. "Where do you want to do me?" she asked him tenderly. "My folks aren't home, if you want to go there." Harrigan shuddered. "No way," he said positively. "Your mother said if I ever came near your place again, she'd shoot me. And we can't go to my place. Little Pete's having a party there. Is it okay for you, if we do it in the car? I'll pull off the road some place. The deputies, the state troopers, they're all up around the village, seeing what they can stir up for themselves." He held the girl and stroked his big, smooth fingers deep into her itchy, juicing cunt. "I guess we both sort of got the message," he said lamely. "I would have risked getting shot, but I had to think of you. Your mother swore she'd kill you, too." He shook his head. "She meant it. She was crazy."
Madge pulled away from the big man and climbed into the back seat, where she proceeded to pull the formal gown over her head. She felt exultant as the beauty of her young breasts came bouncing from the restraining fabric, and she held them in her hands, smiling at the big man who looked at her with four years of stored up desire.
"Just drive to some place that suits you," she said, almost out of her mind with the desire to love this man, to give him her cunt, to make up to him for the troubles she had caused him.
In a few minutes, they were parked behind a small grove of cedar trees, and he was in the back seat with her, burrowing his face between her warm, smooth thighs, trying to drink all the clear, richly flavored pussy juice that his tongue was causing to flow from her throbbing little fuck hole.
"Oh, Mister Harrigan," the girl cried in a muted shriek, "OH, GOD! HOW GOOD IT IS! OH, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMM! OHHH! OHHH! OH, IT'S BETTER THAN EVER!"
"Now," he gasped, "I'm going to suck it out and give it to you. Remember how you used to like that? Do you still like it?"
He seemed to think for a minute, and then, his voice humble, said: "I hope there's not a lot of other guys' cum inside you."
His uncomplaining acceptance of the fact that the girl had just come from a gang fuck touched Madge's heart. He deserved better than this from her, and she would give it to him.
"I'll get all the juice I need right from your dear peter," the girl whispered. "Climb up here and lie down, and let me suck you off. We never did too much of that, did we?" And, as Harrigan lifted his big body to the seat, his face still shining from his licks at her pussy, the young girl carefully, tenderly took the cum-glazed cock into her mouth, gently rolling her cleaning tongue over its wet, warm surface.
A warm spring night. Made for love. Made for giving, not for selling one's cunt. Just like this night, almost twenty-eight years later, another night in late May, with two young kids who needed help, who needed the fire and adventure and the draining delight that sex offered them, that a woman's body gave them.
She had the memory and the taste of Harrigan's prick in her mouth as she rolled over and threw one smooth, warm thigh over Danny Cable, reaching down to feel his beautiful cock. She felt languorously hot, not really needing a fuck, but stimulated by the remembrance of the fun they had just had in the shower.
She half turned, and now she caressed the genitals of the other boy, gently inserting her warm hand under his balls, rolling them with careful tenderness.
The stocky kid felt for Madge's nearest titty, rubbing his face in its softness, and felt his cock throb at their mutual touch.
As I get older, it gets better, Madge thought happily. But it was great when I was a kid, too.
She thought of that last night on Cane Creek, and the next day, when the entire course of her life was changed. Being young wasn't always a breeze, she knew that only too well. And her warmth toward these two growing boys, so eager, trying to be so worldly, and still, at least in Danny's case, being so uncertain.
CHAPTER NINE
It was something to be grateful for, Madge thought as she laughinly pushed Danny aside so she could' get up to clear away the food and take the bottles out to the kitchen. Just to see,, to feel, how these two kids were gaining confidence.
As she stood up, a bold hand goosed between her ass cheeks, right into the dripping, clinging flesh of her pussy, and it gave her another reminder of the value of privacy.
She looked over her bare shoulder to see Paul Marker, a mischievous grin on his face, holding his slickened fingers to his lips. As she looked at him, he grinned broadly and began sucking his fingers.
For some reason, perhaps because she felt so warm, so good, the woman had a flash of hot imagination, an idea that pleased her. And that would please the boys, she knew.
In the kitchen, she opened a can of ravioli. While they were warming in a pan, she got a small salami from the refrigerator and put it into another pan partly filled with warm water.
When they were properly heated, she turned them off and went back in the bedroom. Her heart was beating fast, her cunt was warming to the raunchiness of her vision.
"Who likes Italian cooking?" she asked, and, when both her young lovers responded: "I do!" she sat on the bed and spread her thighs wide apart, leaning back on her elbows.
"I like Italian food, too," she said, but what I like most is to have it soak inside my pussy for a minute or two. Then, someone can suck it out, and we can share everything."
"What do you mean, 'everything'? " Paul asked, but he was stroking his cock and looking from the dish of ravioli to Madge's cunt.
He had never known he would ever develop such a taste for the scent and savor of a woman's pussy. His experience with the little Jones kid had turned him on only because of his hard need for sex. He had sucked her, she had touched his cock, and he had shot off all over the little girl. But he had thought of it as a necessary sin, necessary to get the load off his nuts, necessary as a preliminary to fucking the young kid some day. Now, all that was changed.
He threw himself between Madge's thighs, bending to lick once or twice at her open labia, while Danny sat and grinned, handling the warmed-up salami.
As Paul began to hold the woman's fuck hole open, and to feed the small stuffed pastas into it, slopping the red sauce all over the sheet and Madge's thighs, Danny whooped with glee.
"Don't be a hog, Harker," he cried, making as if to jerk the salami off. "I've got a good old piece of hard, hot meat here, and I know what I'm going to do with it!"
As Paul began to feel his cock harden to a point where the least stroke would have shot his cum all over the place, he slowed down, sucked his sauce-smeared fingers, and grinned at Madge, who was feeling heat flare all around her twat. "Remember, Paul," she said in a hoarse whisper, "when you suck them out, we share. One for you, one for me, right? OOOH! Better start sucking, baby, else I'm liable to cream the sheets. And maybe squeeze the dumplings out!"
As the husky boy got on his elbows, with his ass up in the air, Madge felt a preliminary shiver of heat stir in her cunt, and as the boy opened his mouth to suck hard at her tenderest part, she fell back, locking her strong thighs around the boy's head. There was less than the usual feeling of hard suction, because her vagina was stuffed with the small pastas, but as each one popped out, it was like a hard stretch of her cuntal sphincter, and it delighted her.
After half a dozen such jolts of fun, she released Paul, and said: "Come on, big boy! Fair is fair-give me a bit of food!"
When the boy fell between her legs, his belly mashing on her cunt, and she opened her mouth to get a cunt-flavored ravioli, she let a hard spasm of lust run riot in her pleased cunt. And, while there was no noticeable flavor of pussy, although the little morsels did taste different than usual, the mere fact that they had been warmed in her fuck tube was enough to increase her heat.
She lay with the strong Harker kid on her belly and breasts, taking in the ravioli as he tongued them out of his mouth and into hers, and by the time he was through, she was half sick with fuck need.
But she remembered her duties to Danny, too.
Slowly chewing and swallowing the odd little treat, she gently pushed at Paul until he rose to his knees, his face stormy. "What the hell?" he asked, and, when Madge smilingly said: "It's Danny's turn, he looks hungry," the sandy-haired kid rolled off the bed.
"Fuck Danny!" he cried. "I was in there first! You asked who liked Italian food, and I was first to understand!"
The boy was obviously upset, and Madge felt a burst of sympathy for him. But she was annoyed, too, for she was hot and ready for more fucking, more sucking, more fun with her pussy. And now, this big kid was acting like a spoiled brat, acting like he owned her.
Still, she made herself smile, putting a hand on
Danny's head, and said: "Okay, Paul. We mustn't spoil our fun with temper. Come on, you can have all the ravioli, and then, Danny can have his fun with the salami."
To everyone's surprise, young Harker jumped on the bed, looking sheepish. "I'm sorry," he said. "I get hot too quick, and I shot off my mouth too much. If it hadn't been for old Cable, I never would have known about you. Or known you. Come on, Dan! I'll hold Mix Fuller up and you see if you can defy the forces of gravity!"
It was such an absurd speech that they all began to laugh, and when Danny finished sucking the last of the raviolis out of her, and they had shared them, everything was fine again.
Except for one thing.
Somehow, that strange outburst had cooled Danny out, and could not throw himself into sex any more. It hurt Madge, because he was the first of the two boys to come to her, and besides, there was something about him that seemed sweet and friendly. Which wasn't true of Paul.
When they left, Madge lay down on her bed, after throwing a soft, thick bath towel over the stains of the ravioli sauce. "That could happen to me any month," she said to herself with ribald humor. "Maybe I could train the boys to eat that." The thought did nothing to cool the banked fires in her belly, and eventually, she put on her clothes.
While she was considering whether to stay in town or to drive out to the old farm for some peace and quiet, her phone rang. It surprised Madge, because only a few people knew her number. But, when she answered, and heard Danny's voice, she remembered-she had given him the unlisted number yesterday, more to make him feel at home, to give him confidence, than for any other reason.
She listened as the troubled boy poured out his message.
"Well, Danny," Madge said at last, "I'm glad to have you so concerned about me, but I don't see why I have to worry so much about a kid like Paul. What's he going to do? How can he hurt me?"
She thought of Danny with good humored understanding, and said: "You do realize that I like you much better than I like Paul? It was fun having him up here, but if he makes you uncomfortable, we don't need to invite him any more." There, she thought, if it's some kind of rivalry, or jealousy, that ought to take care of it.
"That's not it, Miz Fuller," the lanky kid replied earnestly. "I'm not jealous. Honest. It's just that Paul's, well, you never know what he's liable to do. To a girl. A woman, I mean. He's got some crazy ideas. And he's got this brother-oh, man, he's bad news!"
Madge's imagination fired up. An older brother. Maybe he had an older brother's improvement on Paul's cock. She found herself breathing harder, and felt warmer in her crotch.
"How can a brother of a pink-cheeked, freckle-faced kid like Paul be such bad news?" she asked practically "What is he, some kind of gangster?"
She thought of some of the people who had once been a part of her life, when she was with Seaman Barnes, and almost chuckled. Those were days of high adventure, and it took an efficiently tough character like Seaman to steer her right. To protect her. Why should she fear a young punk from a good family, raised in the strictness of a good Catholic home?
"You just don't understand, Miz Fuller," Danny said despairingly. "This Marty Harker, he's not that kind of tough. Listen, did you ever hear of the Black Knights? Did you ever read about women being, uh, gang-raped, and getting covered with tar and feathers?" His voice was tense with emotion.
"I've heard a little," Madge said calmly. "I've read where some guys have mistreated women. Whores, mostly. What's that got to do with me? And with Paul Harker or his brother?"
"Oh, Jesus, Miz Fuller," Danny gasped, "Marty's one of them. And what they do, they claim they do it for moral reasons. To women who do things like we did today, you know, with young guys."
Madge laughed, a deep, hearty laugh. "Avenging angels?" she asked with some contempt in her voice. "God Almighty! That's enough to make a buzzard puke! Overgrown shit-asses like that, abusing some poor, God damned hustler-or some little kid who, just maybe, didn't seduce a young kid but got raped-I can't believe it!" She thought for a moment. "Paul seemed mighty anxious to stick his cock in that little kid, only yesterday," she observed. "What would his heroic brother and the other crusaders have done with her, a ten-year-old kid? Run her out of town?" She was on fire with anger.
'"That's just it, Miz Fuller," Danny said doggedly. "I don't know what Paul might have done. like I said, you never know what he's going to do. He might never tell Marty about that. Because that was something he did, not the little girl. But you made him sore, today."
Madge felt a small demon of fury digging away inside her. She thought of the unreasonable attitude of Paul on several small matters. A spoiled brat. But she knew that spoiled brats, quite often, are products of unfair treatment, of home tyranny, of insecurity. She didn't want to pass an arbitrary judgment on a boy who needed help. After all, that was what she had had in mind for both Paul and Danny, wasn't it? To help them?
"Okay, Danny," she said reasonably. "I get the message. And I promise you, I take it seriously. We don't want to shut out a guy just on suspicion, do we? So-we'll wait and see. If Harker gets out of line, we give him the old heave-ho, right?"
"Well, yes'm, I guess you're right," Danny replied. "Whatever you think's best. Anyhow, when you go downstairs to where your car's parked, be careful, will you?"
"I will, I sure will. That's a promise," Madge answered. "And listen, Danny, I appreciate what you've just done, you know? Not many kids your age would think like you do."
"Well, okay, then, Miz Fuller," the boy said. "But you ought not to be surprised that I'd worry about you. I never knew anyone I liked as well as you that wasn't kin to me." His voice stopped short, and Madge could almost see the tall, sweet faced kid, blushing at his halting declaration of love. Or something very like love.
After she had hung up, Madge, still irritated by what she had heard, dialed an old, familiar number. When a man's deep voice answered, she said: "Hello, Seaman, you old rogue. How are you getting along in your so-called old age?
The man laughed. "As well as could be expected," he said. "Managing to stay out of the Old Folks Home, and off the relief rolls. I had it in mind to call you, Madge. You must be beautiful, now that you're just the right age. What are you, now? Forty, forty-one, forty-two? I lose track. Getting senile."
"I'll settle for whichever's the youngest, Seaman. And every time I see you downtown, you're with a younger chick."
"Still looking for another teenager equal to you, Madge," the man answered. "Which is foolish, I never will. But you didn't call to make chatter. What can I do for you?"
"I just heard about some kind of a new gang around," Madge said. "I've heard of them, or read something. The Black Knights. What are they? Some kind of creeps that pick on women?"
"Yeah," the old man said in weary disgust. "In very tight with some fanatic religionists. Got a sort of Father Coughlin-type priest for a leader. He hears stuff at confessions, stuff about girls or women who put out a little pussy, then passes it on to his Knights. Some of the racket people are getting a little tired of them. Why? Have you been messing around with some Catholic kids?" He laughed. "I guess it wouldn't have to be kids. Grown men still do that thing, I hear. And if you're a mackerel-snapper, I guess you go to confession no matter what your age might be."
Madge was silent for a moment or two, then said: "Not really dangerous, then? They sound like chicken-shits, to me."
"I taught you better than that, Madge," Seaman said sharply. "Any son of a bitch who gets the idea of brutalizing a woman is dangerous. A fellow like that, once he gets started, doesn't know when to stop. And listen, baby-hot tar hurts like hell, and it's damned hard to get off. Don't mess around with people like that."
Madge hated to admit it, but she was faintly disturbed. A young kid like Paul Harker, wanting to be in tight with a group like that! Religious fanaticism could ruin a potentially good and human person. It angered her to think that a boy she had befriended, fucked, sucked, could even think of such actions.
In the end, because she felt uncomfortable, or perhaps because the flowing adrenalin of anger made her restless, Madge decided to drive the pleasant thirty miles to her old home. The couple who maintained the place would feed her, she would have company in a peaceful, beautiful atmosphere, and could get up early and head back to town for an early appointment or two.
She had no need to pack, since everything she could possibly require was already in her bedroom in the modernized farm house. But she took a small revolver out of her desk drawer, a thirty-eight Cobra, and slipped in in her bag, where she could get at it quickly.
And, to tell the truth, she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that her car was the only one in the blacktopped parking area she maintained for herself and her tenants in the old building.
CHAPTER TEN
Once Madge got off the big turnpike, with the heat and noise of the big city behind her, she was glad to slow down and guide her car into roads and lanes that became more and more rural. She was glad to be getting near her old home.
Not that some of her memories weren't painful. But she really had outgrown them. Thinking of her conversation with Seaman Barnes, she smiled. "You couldn't live with Seaman and not grow," she said aloud. "He was born to teach."
She had a sudden deep, beautiful ache in her belly, a sense of sex and its pleasure. Most women her age, Madge knew, had lost all genuine interest in sex. The routines of married life or, if they were widowed or divorced, the weight of work and insecurity, took a woman's mind off her pussy. "They forget that sex is supposed to be fun," Madge whispered, feeling a pang of sorrow for every woman who cheated herself out of her birthright. "Mama was like that! Crazy, crazy, crazy! God forgive her!"
The grove of trees where she had opened her swollen, red hot young cunt to "Big Peter" Harrigan on that night of wild pleasure, was still in its place, twenty-eight years later. And suddenly, all the hurt and all the wild joy of that time came back to Madge Fuller, and she was fifteen again. Fifteen, filled with sexual heat, and with gratitude toward this good man that she had harmed. Not that she had meant to. It had been her people who had forced Mister Harrigan to live in fear and shame.
"I'll get you, Peter Harrigan," her mother had hissed. "You know I can't have you arrested and jailed, as you should be. You know it would be too much for me and my husband and my church to stand. But somehow, I'll let the world know what you are!"
The forty-two-year-old Madge Fuller trembled for the girl of fifteen, and for the man so brutally treated. Four terrible years for him, and she had at last been able to forget him. But not at fifteen. Not when that louse, B.J. Hall, had milked this good, kind man for twenty dollars he'd labored to earn.
When she lay warmly in Harrigan's embrace, when she licked his dick and kissed him, when he had sucked her out and kissed her, she had felt that they were joined in some mystic bond.
She had thought she would be fucked out. Her pussy ached, from so many boys hanging their hard dongs in her. Her throat ached from sucking those who had five bucks to pungle up, and who wanted full value for their money. One of them, Billy Joe Hollis, had tried to shove it up her ass, and had hurt her, but B.J. had only laughed.
"You agreed to the deal, cutey," he had said. "Those who come up with a fin are buying the works. And up your brown is part of the works. So be a good little hustler, and give the stud what he paid for."
Now, lying with Mister Harrigan, with that deep ache in her butt hole, she moved so that she could gently take his peter and rub it up and down in the sensitive flesh of her split, in the juiced up lips which craved the reality of this big roll of meat.
With pride, she realized she wasn't fucked out at all I just wish I could tell Mister Harrigan how many guys I fucked, Madge thought proudly. But I can't hurt him like that. But she could let him know how much she loved his big, heavy cock that had brought her so much pleasure in those days when she was a kid.
"Mmmmmmm," she breathed as she wiped the satiny head of the big prick in the flowing girl-juice that made her tight young cunt so sloppy-rich with promise. "Ooooohh! That feels so good! Oh, kiss me again, Mister Harrigan, the way you used to do! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" And she writhed against him as he sucked her tongue, and his beautiful big organ swelled in her hand.
She groped for one of his big hands and brought it to her aching breast, and he gave it a convulsive squeeze that shot fuck pangs all through the girl's belly.
She pulled her mouth from his, gasping, and said: "Oh, I want this big prick so bad! Are you ready, Mister Harrigan? And do you want to fuck me, or can I suck all that nice, thick jism out of it? And afterwards, I'll suck your balls! OOOOOOOHHH! It makes me almost cum, just to talk about it! Look, we never did have a real good sixty-nine. Would you like that?"
The big man had fallen on his knees between her legs again. "I don't want to take advantage," he said. "I gave young Hall twenty dollars, but that doesn't make me think I own you, Madge baby."
His voice was so patient, so sad, that it almost broke the young girl's tender heart.
She leaned across the back of the front seat and found her purse. She had put the twenty to one side, not in her wallet, and she brought it out triumphantly, handing it to the astonished and reluctant Harrigan.
"You think I take money for fucking?" she asked, laughing. "That was just a bad joke from a stupid kid. And if I did take money, do you think I'd take it from you? Oh, Mister Harrigan, you gave me a better chance at life, at knowing myself, than my mother ever did!"
The man tried to laugh, but tears choked him. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "A beautiful person. Inside and out."
So they had fucked and sucked and talked and played and made love all night, until the black sky in the east began to turn gray, and then they got dressed and Harrigan took Madge home. And she went to bed in her own room, the last time she would enter that house for many years.
Harrigan hadn't lingered. He held Madge, feeling her all over, kissing her, and then said: "Time for me to light out. I'd hate to have your mother catch us again. Although, maybe, that's all passed. She hasn't spoken to me from that day to this."
Madge, her young face radiant with the joy of sex, the fullness of fucking, gave him a pixie grin. "I wish I could say the same," she said. "She's never talked to me about much of anything else. Hey, go on, and God bless you, Mister Harrigan! You've meant a lot to me."
There were a hundred passionate visions in her hot mind as she crawled into her bed, but she went to sleep before she could enjoy them properly. It was not quite six o' clock, still dark, when she fell into a hard sleep, and it was noon or later when she got a rude awakening. A hand on her pussy, a finger rudely shoved into the soft, super-slick folds of her juicy little snatch.
She came out of her dazed sleep in anger and feminine indignation, and saw B.J. Hall, with another, much older man. Really old, she guessed, maybe forty, which was older than her father. And she was so furious at being walked in on, by anybody, when she was bare-assed naked, and without so much as a by-your-leave, that she yelled like a cornered panther.
"Get out of here, you filthy son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed, trying to draw a sheet around her naked beauty. "You and that old clown with you! Who in hell do you think you are? Get out! Get out!"
But B.J. only laughed, and said, over his shoulder: "Did you ever see anything prettier, Uncle Seaman? And she can fuck up a storm! She banged eleven guys, twice apiece, in less than two hours last night. If I'd have had her up in Saint Looey, we could've scored a couple of hundred bucks!"
Madge was opening her mouth to scream, she was so filled with frustrated, helpless rage, when the tall, somber looking man did something she never forgot.
Without changing his expression, he grabbed the big blonde kid by the front of his imagine sports shirt, and began slapping him first one side of the face, then the other, hard blows that must have hurt like hell. His bony hand swept back and forth across the red, bruised face, the puffy lips that quivered with each slap, and the bleeding nose. And Madge, her bruised spirits demanding something brutal in the way of payment for her shame, watched in fascination.
When the big, arrogant kid began to whine and plead: "No! No! Please, Uncle Seaman! Not any more!" Madge forgot she was naked.
She forgot everything except a sort of pity, and she let go the sheet that was covering her breasts, jumped out of bed, and grabbed the tall, gaunt man by the arm. He stopped hitting the boy, who turned away, dazedly feeling his bloody face.
The man turned to Madge, and his seamed, big-featured face broke into a smile. "I'm Seaman Barnes," he said, "this dimwit's uncle. Put on some clothes so we can talk."
He cast a scornful glance at B.J. "That was for stupidity," he said. "Peddling a thousand-dollar woman to a bunch of yokels for a couple of bucks a throw." He watched Madge as the girl pulled a pair of clean white panties over her gorgeous loins. "Just a minute," he said. "Step over here a little. Closer. I never saw such tits," he said. "Not one woman in a million has tits like yours. May I?"
He was so grave, so solemn as he put one large hand over her breast that Madge giggled. The hand was smooth, soft, warm. Obviously, he was unfamiliar with hard work. Now that she looked at him, at his tough, leathery skin, his full lips, his slate-gray eyes, she warmed to him. He wanted to be friendly, that was certain. And, now that she was over her shock, her indignation, Madge felt friendly, too.
The tall man felt the young girl's firm breast carefully, looking at the light blue veins that throbbed under the white skin where her bathing suit covered her. And watching the quick rise of her big nipples, seeing them enlarge and harden as hot blood filled them.
Madge was slightly dazed, but there was a certainty here that pleased her-this tall, calm man, so much older, was admiring her. No woman had ever hated a man for admiring her charms.
Impulsively, she moved against Barnes and hugged him, and felt a warmth she would not have expected. And the beginnings of a hard-on.
Very quietly, without words, they moved toward Madge's bed, and sat down, the half-naked girl and the tall stranger. She was trying to sort out what had happened, her fifteen-year-old mind grappling with questions that seemed beyond her. Her body, her senses, were operating as usual. Her cunt was always warm, and it had been disturbed by the rude and unexpected jamming of B.J.'s big finger. The brutality of the uncle toward the nephew, and his strange reason for it-"peddling a thousand-dollar girl for a couple of bucks" -both of these phenomena were a part of her puzzle.
Barnes continued, rather absently, to maul her breasts gently, pulling them out and stretching them as if her were milking her. Granted that such a tremendous amount of wild fucking would leave her cunt nerves somewhat raw, why was this wild, personal heat building up in her belly? For she was hot, simply so hot that she had to fuck, to be fucked, to have a man's cock stuck into her tight, slippery pussy. But it was a personal heat, a heat that drew her to this tall, solemn, and, to her, elderly man.
She stood up and began to thumb her white panties down over her lush hips, exposing again her bushy triangle of softly curled cunt hair, stuck together over the lips of her pussy by her constant flow of cum juice.
"I want to fuck," she whispered throatily. "I want you to fuck me. Oh, come on! I'm so hot!"
The big man looked at her with a smile. "Open up my pants, baby," he said. "Get my cock out. Let's see if you know how to handle a man's prick." His voice was hard and decisive. He lay back on the bed, and Madge, her hands trembling in eagerness, tugged his belt loose, opened his fly, and got his big organ out. It was so beautiful, so alive with blood pumping through the big veins under the soft skin, that she opened her mouth and went down on it, kissing and sucking and licking in a frenzy of desire.
When she was so hot from this exercise of her sexuality that she felt she would shoot her cream, the big man squeezed her breasts in a brutal gesture of lust, pulled her mouth off his cock, and said: "Get up on it, baby! Straddle it! Are you hip enough to stick it in? Come on, kid, shake it up!"
Then, as the beautiful child lifted one lovely thigh across his loins, Seaman Barnes very quietly inserted one of his big fingers into her quivering fuck hole, pushing up until he struck her womb.
He felt the heat and the slickness, but what he was looking for was structure. She was tight, not only tight at the entrance to her cunt, but inside, where the softly muscular folds of her young vagina wrapped around him.
"Okay," he said, yanking his finger out. "Get on my cock."
Madge, her young face intent, her breath labored, instinctively leaned forward, reaching around her smooth rump, taking the hard tool in her hand. As if she had done it a thousand times, she wiped the head up and down in the drool from her split, and guided the soft head into her fuck hole.
In all this strangeness, she felt that there was something deeply right about all that was happening. And, when she felt the wild burst of orgasm try to blast out as her weight drove the big prick in, she fell on Seaman Barnes' chest and laid her open mouth on his. The feel of his tongue in her mouth was the final spark. She began to pound her cunt down on his cock, feeling that it was a miracle she could get all of that heavy, massive tool into her.
And yet, in a strange way, she knew more about what was happening than she had ever known about any sexual experience in her life.
It had happened in a moment, almost without reason. With a man of another generation, almost as unbelievable as a man from Mars.
His big, smooth hands were on her ass, gently pulling the cheeks apart so that she felt wide open, then coming back up between them to milk at her titties with that strange, slow pull that made her want to fuck even harder. It either made her cum last longer than any she had ever known, or else he was making her cum over and over, one right after the other.
And she began to croon to him, a little tune of passion that only meant to tell him how great he was: "OH, THANK YOU! THANK YOU! OOOOOOHHHHHH! THAAAAAT'S GOOOOOOD! SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOD!NICE AND DEEP, UP MY CUNT, DEEP INSIDE ME! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! OH, TO BE FUCKED! OH, TO BE FUCKED! MMMM! MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!"
She was dripping sweat, and the man under her was checking all her actions, feeling the cuntal squeeze on his dick, aware of each time she fired off her fun gun, loving the taste of her tongue in his mouth, the feel of her living tit-flesh in his hands.
When he let his load go, Madge felt as if she would explode in some benign fire, but she, too, was conscious of each jet of his hot, thick sperm, the way it warmed her and filled her tight cunt, the sudden easing of friction as the richness of a man's seed rendered her slicker and hotter inside.
When she fell off the man, her strong and beautiful legs spread wide apart to show the pinkness of her inner cunt lips, bathed in milky-white semen, the big man said querulously: "Clean up my cock, baby! And be sure to do a good job!"
Since this was a task she loved, Madge did what she had been told, but she moaned softly from the continuing orgasmic twitches in her cunt.
When the big prick was clean, she sat up and said: "Well, I hope that satisfies your lordship! But who's going to clean my poor little pussy?"
She was leaning back on her elbows, holding her thighs wide apart and with her heels back toward her butt, so that her cunt was spread in all its slick, pink glory. Little drops of white semen oozed out of her tight little fuck hole as her heartbeats seemed to squeeze her inner folds. All of her dark cunt hair along her thick outer lips was plastered down to her white flesh with jism, and the big tendons on the inside of each thigh stood out like cables.
The tall man bent his head swiftly and took one long suck at her opened vaginal portal. When he came up, his face was no longer stern, and he kissed the young girl warmly.
"You're okay, kiddo," he said, patting Madge on her belly. "As good as my dummy nephew said. Better, really. What does a dumb ass kid like him know."
He got up and belted his slacks, then ran his zipper up. He looked searchingly at the young girl.
"I'm new here," he said, looking solemn again. "But I listen. And I get an idea your folks aren't too good to you. Don't care much for you. Is that right?"
Madge looked at him with an intensity equal to his own. "They treat me like dirt," she said. "Like they wish I was dead. Because mama caught me once. With a man. I just live here and do my share of the work. I work out, too. To buy my clothes."
Barnes looked at the young face, so impassive as she made her pitiful confession. He made up his mind, which had been working hard.
"Pack up anything you want," he said. "Anything that really means something to you. Not too many clothes. I'll buy you new ones. Just things that have some value to you. I'm taking you out of here."
The woman of forty-two was getting near to where that moment of high resolve had freed her. There was a whitewashed rail fence that marked her property's frontage, just beginning. There was the old house, so bright with its new yellow paint and white trim.
She shivered thinking of that day. Twenty-eight years? No, more like twenty-seven. Or whatever. It didn't matter.
She drove into her yard and honked, so that Emory Hatcher, her caretaker, could come out and close the gate. While she sat and reminisced.
"I remember how kind old Seaman was," she whispered softly to herself. "There were tears in his eyes. He told my why. Because of the pitiful little store of valueless treasures I had. School class pictures. And old pompom. A school pennant, and a bunch of dance programs."
She got out of the car and waved at Emory and his wife, Bess.
The memories of that morning warmed her cunt, even now. How she had gotten into Seaman's car, where B.J. sulkily gave up the front seat and got in the back. Her head had been whirling, but she had no fear. During these years when sex had meant all to her, everything that was good and warm and friendly in her life, most of that time her grim-lipped mother had made her feel like a whore. Now, she had an idea that her mother might be right.
"You know she's only fifteen, don't you, Unk?" the boy asked in a spiteful voice. "You're asking for trouble. Jail bait. They'll put you so deep in jail that they'll have to shoot your meals in to your cell with a thirty-thirty."
Seaman had laughed and put his big, warm hand on Madge's thigh.
"Why?" he asked artlessly. "I'm going to marry her!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the morning, when she awoke, Madge sat on the edge of her bed, exactly as she had on that morning, so long ago, with Seaman Barnes. Her breasts felt full and heavy and very much alive. In a moment of self-love, she held the big, soft pillows of flesh in her hands, squeezing them to points, with the big, grainy nipples outthrust. She thought of that morning long ago, and of how its events had shaped her life.
The years with Seaman had been good, sometimes wildly adventurous, and always plenty of fucking. In the sunny warmth of a morning in late spring, her shiver was of lust remembered, not of chill. As she dressed for breakfast, there was the thick, warm, familiar smell of her cunt, and she loved it.
The drive back to the city was pleasant, and her day's work kept her from any further reminders from her pussy that it was ready for fun. Only after she had called it a day, and parked behind her building, did she regret that she hadn't called Danny. Or Paul. Or both. It made her laugh at herself.
"You're forty-two, old lady," she said aloud.
"You don't need a line-up of hard-cocked young dudes every day."
But the thought of it warmed her, and she was proud of her good body and its strength and endurance as she went up the long flight of enclosed stairs. It was really two flights long, because her office and apartment were on the third floor of the stout old brick building, and she considered that these stairs were a part of her security system.
Two Yale locks on that thick, solid outer door on the alley, plus a latch that could be opened only if you were in her bedroom, and knew about the pearl bell-button. Or, if you were on the outside, if you knew which brick to press. And nobody knew that but Madge. Even if you had the keys to the two locks, you couldn't get in without knowing about that brick.
The phone was ringing as she opened the door to her apartment, but when she got to it, the caller had hung up.
"Damn!" Madge said. "It could've been Danny! I hope he calls again." She was feeling very much alive, very warm between her smooth thighs, and she pressed on the mound of her cunt, through the fabric of her skirt. On the off chance that it might have been Danny, and that he would come by, she trotted downstairs and unlatched the two locks. The buzzer-operated latch would give her all the safety she needed. Who even knew about her? Or that she spent many nights here?
It had been a busy day, and Madge dropped her damp clothes in a heap as she went into her tremendous shower room. It seemed lonely, now, compared to that wild, crazy yesterday, and, when the various jets of water were caressing her all over, Madge's mind thought of the fun, and so did her cunt And she had a strange tie-up of now and that night of sex and love so long ago. When that kid-what was his name? Hollis Somebody?-had tried to fuck her in the ass. That's what Paul had been trying. Or was it?
"Maybe that's what I wanted, subconsciously," she murmured as she bent over and let a stream of water play on her exposed cunt lips. "Well, I wouldn't knock it."
She dried herself after she was thoroughly cooled off, and sat on her bed, looking idly out the window toward the parking lot. A strange car had pulled in beside her neat sedan, but no one was in it. As she puzzled over this, her door buzzer rang, and she touched a switch and spoke into the intercom to the door below.
When she heard Danny's voice, she said: "Come right up!" and activated the buzzer latch with the button on the dresser.
She could not wait. Naked or not, she ran to the stairway door and threw it open. It was like opening a door to the center of terror.
Two powerful young men, dressed in black leathers, drove against her soft body as if she were a tackling dummy.
As she went down, her mouth opened to scream, she saw the faces of Danny and Paul behind her two attackers, Danny's face twisted in fear, and the sandy-haired kid's round face avid.
The helpless, soft-fleshed woman, shocked speechless, felt hot hands squeezing and pulling at her body, and cried: "Oh, please! Don't hurt me! What's the matter? What is this?"
She felt herself picked up by hands and feet, unable to kick or aim a blow, desperately vulnerable, with her cunt spread wide open by her position.
When they threw her on the bed she tried to i cover her breasts with one arm, her twat with the I other hand, and, for the first time in her life, felt shamed that men could look on her naked body. As she licked her dry lips, less chained by fear than by anger and astonishment, young Danny cried out: "I couldn't help it, Miz Fuller! They made me do it!"
One of the black-leather clad young hoods, a bulkier counterpart of the innocent looking young Harker, slapped Danny hard, knocking him backward, and said: "Quiet, punk! You're as guilty as this old cow is! You'll be damned lucky not to get a little of the treatment, yourself."
He stood looking at Madge with a cruel grin, and began taking off his leather jacket. "Come on, Ralphie," he said to his friend, a dark-haired; glowering fellow, "she's a dirty old cunt, but she looks fuckable. And anyhow, if we do it right, she won't clap us up."
He rolled his soft leather pants, skin tight in their fit, down his hairy and muscular legs, and waved a big, hard cock at Madge, who had sat up and was trying to recover her senses.
When the other man, also naked, grabbed at her, she let herself go limp, thinking: Well, if it's only some tough sex, I can take it. And if they get too rough, too mean, maybe I'll get mean, too.
"What the hell, Marty!" the one called Ralph laughed, "the old pig's hot! What'd you do to her? I think she's gettin' her nuts off!"
"She's got some hot cunt, all right," Harker panted. "No wonder she seemed so great to these kids."
In the periphery of her vision, Madge could see young Danny, his thin face a mask of woe, and she wished she could send thought waves to him of comfort. Paul Harker was keeping close watch on his erstwhile pal, but the stocky youngster had pulled his slacks off, too, and was proudly circling the bed, showing his hard-on. He was fairly sobbing in his excitement, and Madge could make out words coming from his drooling mouth.
"Let me fuck her, Marty! Let me fuck her fat old ass! Hey, if you guys aren't gonna fuck her, live her to me! Wow! Unnnnnhhh! COME ON, GUYS! LET ME FUCK HER!"
The last few words came out with all the boy's full force behind them, and his brother, now laughing in a dog-toothed snarl, said: "Okay, kid! We'll hold the old bitch. If you're gonna get dosed up from her, you've already had it. And if you want to bang her, why not? Ralphie, what do you say? You want to take a fuck at the old tub of lard?"
In her fury at the shower of insults, Madge threw her strong body up, but she was helpless under the weight of the two toughs.
As Marty Harker clung to her powerful legs, trying to hold her still and her cunt open for young Paul, his hand slipped and struck the softly oozing cunt lips, while his hard head smashed down on one of her big, soft breasts.
The blow on her pussy, plus the sharp pain in her titty, gave the woman a vivid reminder that this was, after all, only a form of fucking. When she had first been with Seaman, and he had been determined that she should make a stake, she had often fucked men whose brutality was a necessary part of their enjoyment of sex. And, as long as things didn't get too hairy-and Seaman had taught her ways to handle such outrages-she had found, to her surprise, that she had enjoyed the painJ finding that it heightened the fierce pleasures m her own orgasms.
It happened now. She had been warming inside even before the treacherous raid that' brought the so-called Black Knights crashing down on her. The cruel plunge of Marty's fingers into her soft, tender pussy, and the other youth's powerful mauling of her breasts, all this had sharpened the concentrated itch in the dark folds of her cunt, around her fevered clitoris. She could almost feel friendly with these young monsters who were tearing at her. But now, she knew, they were obviously not about to kill her, or maim her for life.
She screamed in a pleasure that was almost overpowering as the freckled kid flung himself on her, driving his cock suddenly into her sensitized vagina, grinding his mound against hers as all his weight went on to her.
"Go, baby, go!" the one called Ralphie cried. "Sock it to me! By God, Marty, she is a hot old whore! Son of a bitch, I've got to get a load off, myself! You reckon she really is clappy?"
Madge, burning with fury at the insults, and burning even hotter with sex need, felt her orgasm begin to blow as young Paul's hard cock battered t up her fuck tube. She tried to scream: "You filthy bastards! You yellow mother-fuckers!" But she was screaming wordlessly as the heavy cum, so badly needed for hours, thundered through her fuck system. And her body, out of control with the twisting, rocketing passion of complete orgasm, wildly thrashed as the huge ball of fuck-fire burst far up her cunt.
She felt the throb of the tough young kid's peter inside her, felt the hot, slick spurts of his jism bathe her fuck-sheath with its richness, and her only regret at that moment was that it could not have been with someone sweeter, so she could have had a tongue down her throat.
When she went limp from the hateful pleasures of her big cum, she lay panting, sweat running down both sides of her fine body, and half closed her eyes.
When Paul pulled his cock out of her pleasured vagina, she unconsciously raised her body, her blind cunt blindly seeking that luscious roll of sweet meat which had ground into her. It was not lost on either of the older men.
"Wow!" Marty Harker groaned. "Look at that cunt go snapping in the air for a prick to chew on! Man! Clap or no clap, I've got a mind to try a little of that. From the way she jumped when Paul put it I to her, and the way he had to shove, she must be tight! How about it, kid?"
"You better believe it," the boy panted, grinning lustfully as he looked at the reddened pussy, its inner lips turned out by heat, showing the slick wetness of his semen on flesh and hair. "She really skins it back for you. Man, I fucked her dog-fashion, yesterday, and I'll bet her asshole isn't any tighter." He giggled. "And old sweetie-pantol Cable was lying under her, fucking her between the tits!"
There was a throbbing silence in the room, broken only by hard, harsh breathing, and the stud called Ralphie said: "Her asshole! On a fat old broad like this, what a way to go! And nobody ever got VD from browning a pig! A little shit on your pecker, but what the hell! We can make her lick that off us!"
He leaped off the bed and Madge began to shout, in outrage and perhaps some fear. Asshole fucking was delightful, under the right conditions, but if done by brute force, it could be deeply painful. And shaming, as well.
Madge arched her back and tried to wrench herself from the hateful grip of the older Harker boy. She was screaming: "You dirty cock-suckers! You cowardly bastards! You creepy sons of bitches!"
She was almost frothing at the mouth with rage, her body wet all over with sweat, her muscles alternately weak from her anger and like steel cables from desperation.
When Ralphie came back with a jar of her favorite night cream, Madge gave a shrill cry of despair and lust and rolled on her belly, hiding her eyes. She had felt a driving, deep flash of heat that ran from her breasts to her asshole, a contraction that affected every part of her fuck system, as she accepted the reality that her asshole was going to be plugged.
As she felt rough hands holding her beautifully curved buttocks apart, and someone smearing the slippery cream all up and down her crack, she bit the blankets to keep from any further screams.
She trembled as she felt her handsome legs being jerked apart, and someone kneed his way between them. It must have been Ralphie, because the taut voice of Marty Harker said: "Grease your dick up real good, baby! That looks like a tight asshole to me!"
As she braced herself for this assault, the first ass fucking she had had in several years, she felt one of her breasts slip out from under her rib cage. And, as Marty gave it a brutal squeeze, sending a pang of sickeningly beautiful pain all through her, she felt the hard, heavy cock rend her tender anus as if its owner meant to rip her apart.
"Oh, God!" the woman screamed. "OH, GOD HELP ME! OHHHHHH! DAMN YOU, YOU RATS! OHHHHHHH! PLEASE! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
She was trembling like a fine horse which has been abused, run too hard for too long, and the stretching pain, the hard, heavy pain in the sensitiveness of her bowels seemed to be too much to bear. j
"Jesus Christ, she's tight!" the stud who was butt-fucking her said in a groaning whisper. "Slip me some more of that grease, Marty! There! That ought to help! God damn you, you old sow!" he shouted, slapping at Madge's smooth back as if he were urging a stubborn mare, "Get with it! Give me a wiggle!"
She felt him smooth on more of the slick unguent, pulling his big cock out an inch or two, rubbing in the cream. And then he fucked into her again, seeming to drag part of her puckered sphincter into her. It went in deeper, and hurt less, and in an unconscious desire to avoid pain, the tortured woman waggled her ass from side to side. It was like an oaken stake driven into this the tenderest part of her.
Weakly, she cried: "Oh, please stop hurting me! I haven't done anything to you! Oh! OHHH! OH GOD! PLEASE HELP ME!"
She felt a bruising pinch on her exposed breast, and Marty's voice, filled with hateful derision, said: "You're a fine old sinner to call on God for help! You whore! You slut! Hey, Ralphie, how it it? Work it back and forth. Hey! Wait a sec! I've got an idea!"
With all her nerves screaming, Madge leaped as she felt a big hand push under her belly, down to her mound, and farther. There was a sudden sharp pain in her inflamed cunt. Much as she hated it, she could not forbid her excited body its pleasure. And, as Marty ground his hard finger into her streaming fuck hole, with all her weight and Ralphie's forcing her clit against the man's hand, the burst into another flaming, painful orgasm. And it did the trick for the man on top.
Whether the satisfaction of her cuntal nerves caused her tight asshole to let go its spasmodic grip, she felt a deeper hurt, a harder thrust, and then, thank God, the long cock went deep into her bowels, where she could feel it throbbing and twisting, jabbing against nerves she had long forgotten. She could have wept with relief. And, when the long-cocked stud began to ram in into her, trying to hurt her, to make her scream again, she only felt the hard pleasure of it, an echo from an older, wilder time. But she still burned with hatred and anger against the two bullies. And sympathy for poor Danny.
She had partially closed her mind to any pain or indignity. This, too, will pass she said in the secrecy and silence of her mind. And, while her mind and heart hated these cruelly playful young studs, her hot and lusting body acknowledged a different emotion. She felt divided, a spectator who condemned this rape, and a participant, a woman of animal passion, who loved it.
She felt the boy on top of her pause in his casual fucking, and heard Marty say: "Lie on her and grab her around the tits. Roll over with her on top. I can't take this any longer. I've got to get my nuto off, too!"
Madge's mind caught up on it as soon as Ralphie's. As the man above gripped her, laughing,! and cried: Hot stuff, baby! She'll make a love sandwich! Madge's heart almost stopped as she thought of the pagan pleasure she was about to receive.
And then she was blinking up at the light, feeling the hard dick still in her guts, only not feeling so deeply embedded, and Marty shouted: "Jesus! Look at that cunt! It's chewing and sucking, looking for a hard piece of meat!"
As she felt the hardness and size of the Harker youth's cock, Madge screamed again: "AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH! AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!"
She began to thrash in a blazing fit of orgasmic fury as she felt the big cock ram into her, felt the pair of hard organs rub together through the thin and sensitive membranes and muscles which lined her vagina and her rectum. It had happened to her before. It had always been almost too much for her to bear, simply because she was naturally hot, naturally responsive to any type of hard fucking. But now, weakened and sweated down by all that had gone on before, the shock of fear, the draining of anger, the hard and beautiful fuck by the younger Harker, it was enough to drive her crazy.
The tormented woman tried to concentrate on blankness, tried to use her mind to insulate her from this hated whirlwind of sensation. But every tiny nerve in her clinging cunt flesh that wrapped around Marty's hard pole, every shudderingly erotic inch of her rectum, went screaming into one hard spasm of lust after another.
She felt someone drag her tired legs up so that Marty could fuck deeper into her, and her dazed mind recorded the fact that she was cumming, over and over, like a repeating rifle.
She began to moan out her protests: "OHHHH! MMMMMM! OHHHHHHH! STOP, STOP, STOP! OHHHHHHH!"
And then, as she felt herself cumming so hard and long that it hurt clear up to her aching breasts, and as she felt the thick cock buried in her rectum begin to throb out its powerful jets of sperm, she gathered all her strength for one last powerful effort to save herself for the long torment.
Madge was a strong and healthy woman, and her muscles were aided by a fear that she could not exist with this sort of hurt and shame.
With a superhuman effort, she braced her feet as far back toward Ralphie's butt as she could get them, heaved as hard as she could. It was enough to uncunt the dizzily pleased Marty, who was enthralled both with the pleasures of cumming and the keener delight of sadism toward this woman.
As he humbled off Madge, he held on to her and dragged her off the spouting cock of the man underneath, and both of them howled in glee as Madge gasped, tried to rise, and collapsed.
Ralphie struck Marty on the shoulder. "Son of i bitch!" he gloated. "We've fucked her clear out of her nut. God! We could fuck her to death if we wanted to! If we got a couple of other guys!"
Dimly, in a haze of lust and pain, Madge heard them. She heard Danny cry: "You lousy bastards!" and the sound of feet on the floor.
There was a sound of impact, a crunching blow, and a cry of pain, and Marty said: "Paul, tell your jerky friend to cool it!"
"Listen," Ralphie's voice came. "I'll go get Roy and Gilbert. They like cunt. Maybe they can think up some new ways. Shit! We can have fun with her until she passes out. Then we can haul her down by the river and dip her in the tar tub! Wow! Fill that old pussy up with hot tar! That'll put her out of business for awhile. And the Father will want to be there!"
Madge recovered fast from the sexual excess. Faster than the boys, as a matter-of-fact. And she had developed a plan, hoping she could, by some means, get them separated.
As Ralphie rolled off the bed, reaching for his fine leather slacks, Madge rolled off the other side and ran for the door. She pretended to stagger, since she wanted to collapse by a small table by the door. There was a lamp on it, and what seemed to be a curiously fashioned leather bottle. It was, in fact a leather bottle, but it was more than that. Under a false bottom, there were six ounces of bird shot. With its long neck, its rounded bottom, it was a singularly efficient billy club. A present from Seaman.
Madge awkwardly crow hopped to the door at the top of the stairs. She heard Ralphie's startled squawk: "Hey, Marty! Grab her!"
It was what she had prayed for, to get the more dangerous Marty out of the way first. She had her hand on the door knob, and jerked it open as she felt Marty's big hands on her shoulders. As she jerked the door open, putting as much force into it as she could, the big boy crashed against it and reeled back.
In one motion, still not looking back toward Ralphie, Madge completed throwing open the door, turned to the staggering Marty, and planted her naked foot in his back. She still had a grip on the door knob, so she could put all her weight behind the shove she gave him, gratified to hear his scream of rage and terror as he went plunging down the steep stairs.
She dropped to the floor as Ralphie lunged at her, and he, too, lost his balance and hit the wall with a thunderous crash. Then, as nimbly as a skilled boxer, Madge leaped up, grabbed the leather bottle by its slender neck, and administered the clinching blow to her combatant. "Just over the ear, baby," old Seaman had told her, over and over. "Not a full arm swing, or we'd have a corpse to cover up. Just a neat, firm rap on the noggin."
She did as directed, and her aim was perfect The force of the blow must have been just right, too, for Ralphie seemed to lose all sinister purpose. In fact, he had a dreamy look on his darkly threatening face as he reeled about on legs seemingly made of rubber.
It was going to be close, because Madge could hear the dazed Marty trying to sort himself out somewhere on the stairs, and she knew it would be only senconds before he would reassemble his wits and come charging up the flight after her.
She whirled the dazed Ralphie around, pointed him at the door, and, applying the same technique, used her foot to shoot him down the stairs as she had done with his pal.
She could hear them collide in a series of crashes and grunts, and now she could turn and face the younger Harker boy. But her efforts were unneeded. Danny was taking care of his former confederate.
Paul, his courage shattered by what had happened to his two tough heroes, was offering little defense as young Danny, his tear-streaked face now tense with battle lust, slugged his ex-friend with lefts and rights to the boy's head. It was obviously giving the skinny kid such fierce pleasure that Madge wanted to let it continue, but there were still two tigers on the stairway, and they could and would recover.
So, she simply said, "Shove him to me, Danny baby!" and when the stocky, pale-eyed kid whirled toward her in abject flight from his hard-fisted assailant, she once again opened the heavy door and nudged the dazed kid down into the long, closed flight of steps.
When she shut the door and shot the heavy dead-bolt, as well as the strong night latch, her own legs seemed to give out on her, and she sank to the floor. Her heart was pounding, her mouth was dry with the fever of excitement and a fight for life, and she was weak from the relief of having escaped from danger.
When young Danny's strong hand shoved under her arms to pick her up, putting a lovely, warm pressure on her fuck-bloated titties, she turned and buried her face in his sweated crotch, getting the powerful aroma of his genitals right through the fabric of his underwear and slacks.
Some strength came back to her as the sexy scent of a horny kid's cock and balls awakened a hard need in her, and she pulled herself up, hugging the tall boy to her tingling body.
"Oh, Danny! God damn! that was a beautiful brawl, wasn't it?" She sounded ecstatic and she felt more alive than she had for twenty years. life had always been good for her, barring some unpleasantness with her folks, but this-the rout of deadly enemies, the saving of one's life-created a high point of swelling, randy emotion.
Needing something, not rest, exactly, but something more immediately palliative, she pulled the sweet, skinny boy to the bed and sat down. She was aware of wetness under her, all over her butt, all down her thighs. It had been a wild fuck.
Aside from her natural feminine indignation at being raped, her rectum and her cunt glowed with a wild and lovely heat. It had been what Seaman used to call "a two-thousand-dollar trick." When she was fifteen and looked it, when she was seventeen, and still looked fifteen.
Miraculously, he had married her. She couldn't believe her good fortune. Seaman knew a judge, and he knew someone in the County clerk's office, so they could get a marriage license and be married on that Sunday when they got to the city. And that same night, in her innocent little school dress, in a room decorated with her old pompom, her school class pictures, her dance programs, Seaman "turned her out."
"It just means you're a hustler," he told her simply. "You've got a pussy too marvelous, too valuable, to give it away any longer. Except to me, of course, baby," he had said, giving her a brutally lovely pinch in her fat, jism-flooded cunt. "We've got to see that you finish school, and that you have money for college. And I'm the man to see that you get all of it. Plus," he said with a grin, "enough fucking and sucking to keep even a hot kid like you satisfied."
But that had been a long time ago. And she still needed fucking and sucking, maybe not quite as fiercely as she had at fifteen, but still needed it a lot. And she didn't have to sell it.
She held the tall kid to her, cradling his face against her big breasts as if he had been her little boy, the son she had never had. Her body warmed all over as she felt his lips seeking her nipples, and she squeezed one breast to a soft cone, giving the big kid titty as if he had been sixteen months instead of sixteen years old.
"Sweet baby," she murmured, feeling muscles slide and suck against each other in the sloppy dark inside her cunt. "Sweet Danny! Suck on mama's titty, you sweet love! And in a few minutes, mama will suck on your lovely peter! Oh, Danny, baby! What a night we'll have!"
He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand exactly as if he had been drawing milk through her mammary ducts, and grinned a little doubtfully. "What about, uh, them?" he asked, nodding toward the door to the stairway.
Madge laughed. "I almost forgot 'em," she said. "Don't worry. They can't get in or out. This button," and she gestured at the one that operated her buzzer-latch downstairs, "is the only thing that can let them out. So they're not going any place." She laughed again. "Still, I guess we'd better settle their hash for them. What do you think I ought to do?"
"I don't know, Miz Fuller," Danny answered dubiously. "They're tough. I mean it. And there's a dozen of them. Plus they've got that old hell-fire-and-brimstone priest. I'm afraid. For you!"
Madge squeezed the boy to her. "Can't have you worried," she declared. "Not by that kind of trash."
She looked up a number in the phone book and dialed it. In a moment, she said: "Can you tell me what ever happened to a young sergeant that used to work lower Twelfth Street? His name was Scottish, George McLaws. A black man. Oh? A captain? How lovely! And how do I get hold of him?"
There was a moment of waiting, and Madge said: "I'm Madge Fuller. He may remember me as a friend of Seaman Barnes. That's marvelous! I'm so glad he's there now. Sure, glad to wait."
She didn't have to wait long, and she held the phone away from her ear so that Danny could hear the strong, hearty voice.
"Madge!" it said, and there was no mistaking the cordiality in it. "Wonderful to hear your voice! I hear you're a big business woman now. I see old Seaman every time I'm down at City Hall. What can I do for you?"
"Mac, I don't know why good friends can be a few miles apart and never see each other," the woman said. "It's not for lack of interest, I can tell you that. But maybe I can help you. You know a group of fanatics that call themselves the Black Knights? Yeah, I knew you'd have your knife out for shit-heels like that. Yeah. I know where three of them are. Yeah, right now! If you hurry. Sure, you can catch 'em in the act. You know my building? On River Street, yeah. They're raping some young kid down there in my parking lot. Hell, yes, I can see them from my window. Let me look."
She put her hand over the receiver and winked at an astonished Danny. "Trust me, kid," she said. "This will put these young shits out of business for a long time."
She turned back to the phone and made her voice excited, keeping it pitched low. "Mac, they must think nobody's around," she whispered. "They've taken their clothes off. Listen, it's a young black girl they're mistreating! Hurry!"
She hung up the phone, smiling. "If I know that McLaws, hell have three black-and-whites and his own car here in about five minutes. So let's get ready."
"
She got up and looked at the bed. There were puddles of cooling, congealing jism, and, where she had sat, a streak of shit: She made a face, then laughed. She had never been squeamish, and this was no time to start.
"You make up the bed, Danny. Do you know how? Good! I'll get dressed. Have to talk to the captain after he cleans up the trash."
She wriggled into a dress, her only garment, and all she needed, with her firm and perfect body. She looked in the mirror, touching her hair with a brush, and the skinny young kid marveled at her cool.
Dancing over to the stout door, she looked through a peephole at the group of three naked males at the foot of the stairs. "How's it feel down there, boys?" she taunted. "Listen, I'm going to let you out. Your clothes are out in the parking lot, under my window."
There was a clamor of angry protest from below, and she laughed as she closed the peephole.
"There's a latch on the small window by the big one, Danny," Madge said. "Open it, and throw their clothes out. I think I hear a siren."
She touched the buzzer-latch button, and she and Danny watched as the naked trio came storming around the corner of the alley, into the open area below. They picked up their clothes and ran for their car, just as a dying siren echoed between the old brick buildings.
"Jeez-uss!" Danny breathed, as the pair of them watched the cold, rough efficiency with which the flock of policemen handled the defeated trio of toughs down below. Then he giggled. "At least, they won't have to frisk 'em," he observed. "None of them have a place to carry concealed weapons."
Madge laughed. She was ready for the ring of her doorbell, and when it came, she released the latch for the captain.
He was a tall, handsome black, poised and assured, and he greeted Madge as an old friend.
"I wish we had found the girl," he said, after Madge had poured him a drink. "Might have trouble, making a case."
Madge laughed. "I'll sign a complaint if necessary," she said. "But surely, captain, considering what these young rats have done, you should be able to find some young colored woman-I should say, the young colored woman-that they were abusing."
The black cop gave her an understanding look. "No problem," he said, with complete understanding. "Well have a complaining witness." He laughed silently. "You must really want them put away."
"They're just dumb kids that got started wrong," she said. "Maybe if they got a year, and then a good, long probation, say five years, they might straighten up," she said, smiling. She thought of the cocks on those three young, mean studs. Her body remembered them with a violent shudder. Right up my ass, she thought, with a sharp twinge of sensation in her rectum. Too bad they couldn't have been nicer about it. Leaving Paul and Danny out, that wasn't very fair.
When Captain McLaws stood up to go, Madge walked him to the door.
He put his arm around her, and she hugged him around the waist, conscious of his masculinity.
"You're as beautiful as you were when you were first out," he said. "How old were you? Old Seaman must have fractured half the laws in Missouri. I'll never forget how kind you were to a young nigger cop."
She reached up and kissed him on his thick, smooth lips. "You were always a dear," she whispered. "Now that you know I live here, don't be a stranger."
Danny was bug-eyed. "You must know everybody," he said worshipfully. "Wow! A police big shot!" He started toward her, then made a face and groaned. "I've sort of got the stone-ache," he said sadly. "Watching those guys-what they were doing-well, you know. It gave me a hard-on. I couldn't help it, Miz Fuller." He was ready to cry.
The warm, tender woman helped him to the bed and began taking off his clothes, looking up at him with her soft lips in a smile of rare beauty.
When she rolled his underwear down and off his strong but spindly young legs, she tenderly picked up his shriveled cock. It was so warm, so small, so sweet that she groaned in sympathy and warmth.
"You start playing with my pussy as soon as I get this dress over my head," she whispered. "Get your shirt off. I want to rub myself all over you, baby! I'm going to suck that stone-ache right out of your big, wonderful balls!"
She could hardly wait for the feel and taste of his soft, hot peter in her mouth, stretched along her tongue as she sucked it hard, the satin-smooth head stretching right down among her tonsils. If he could only have done this while those pricks were in me, she thought.
She felt the wonderful, smooth, throbbing young organ begin to swell, to grow larger and harder as she continued to lave it with her lips and tongue, to bob her head so that it went down her throat.
She patted his leg, made him spread his thighs, and took his big, sweet balls in her hand. It made her feel better. Poor baby! He had wanted to fuck her, too, the same as those other fuckers. It was mean of them to keep him from it.
Her inner warmth had remained high. Looking at that black cop, remembering his terrific dick, had thrown fuel on the inner fire left by those raping Romeos. She didn't know whether she should ask Danny to go down on her, with her pussy drooling from that big load from Marty's prick.
But she opened her own thighs wide, and moved her belly closer to the boy.
To her deep pleasure, she immediately felt his tender fingers holding her cunt lips open, touching her in that tender trough of clinging flesh. She moved closer to him so that her aching breasts could press on the boy's belly, and something seemed to bring out all his manhood.
In spite of the buzzing of hot blood in her ears, she heard him laugh, heard his gay young voice: "Who's scared to eat another guy's jism? Look out, Miz Fuller! Here I come!"
She had to fight to keep from smothering him with her lathered, throbbing, open-lipped cunt as his warm mouth sank on it. She pumped her ass slowly as he licked up and down, barely missing her clit, bringing all that gloriously ready spread of flesh and nerves to its bursting point. She knew how wonderful her broad, smooth, mature ass must look to this sixteen-year-old kid, and she felt him licking and kissing and sucking feverishly, all around the hairy borders of her sensitized cunt-flesh, his warm breath blowing up and down the still aching crack of her ass, where Ralphie's prick had seemed to tear her rectum wide open.
The kid was lost in his own dreams of lust. He was fucking into her throat in a hard, sure rhythm, and she had to arch her neck so that its length could go past her tonsils, into the tightness and muscular slipperiness of her gullet.
Soon she would be tasting that rich, thick cream that would fly in hot jets from his big balls. How lovely that protein richness would be, its slight musky odor and delicately saline taste giving her taste buds a treat!
As he pulled out, until only the head was in her mouth, she could feel the taut cord that joined the fat, slick knob of his peter as it churned into her spit-slicked mouth. She was still gently supporting his balls in her hand, and she wished she had two mouths. So I could suck his cock and his balls at the same time, her fevered mind said.
She felt a hard, burning bomb or orgasm gathering deep in her belly, connected to every nerve inside her cunt, in her red-veined inner lips, in her silently screaming clitoris.
It made her hunger for Danny's delicious fuck juice overpowering, and she held his cock still in her mouth, pressing it against the ridged slickness between her upper teeth, laving the tender under part of the big peter's head with all the strength of her tongue.
She felt the big cock swell even bigger, felt its warning throb, and she let her own bursting orgasm go as his semen began to spurt its thick, hot floods of goodness around the base of her tongue. It was all that she could have wished, this explosion of male seed in her cum-hungry mouth. And she was equally grateful for the warm flow of cunt energy out of her throbbing fuck hole, the way Danny's hot lips and hard tongue probed and siphoned her clear, sweet pussy juice from its dark, softly pulsing reservoirs.
Madge held the boy's cock warmly and gently in her mouth for a long time, barely pressing the softening morsel of meat with her tongue, wanting only to tell him how much she had liked to have him shoot off in her throat, to promise him more fuck joy in the hours to follow.
It brought back so many good things that had happened to her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Madge could remember her mother, livid with anger after she had caught the young girl with Mister Harrigan.
"You dirty little slut! That dirty, perverted little cunt of yours will ruin your life. Aaagghhh! You make me sick! Get out of my sight! A child of mine, nothing but a stinking little cunt!"
How her mother squared this language, this brutal unkindness with her fanatic religion, Madge never knew. It was senseless. But no more senseless than what her mother said.
For it was the girl's pussy that had made her life worthwhile, even during the unhappiness from her mother. Sex was life, Madge intuited, and somehow, the innocent, inexperienced, uneducated child knew what scientific and philosophical researchers have always known. That sex is life, and life is sex.
It had brought her Seaman Barnes. Who else would have known how to treat such a gift as she had? Who else would have had the raw courage to make the middle west's most famous but least known prostitute? And who else would have had the integrity to give her a square count? She thought of these things as she lay, warm, lasciviously nude, wrapped in warm embrace with a boy only a year older than she had been when Seaman had married her. And made her a whore. For her own good.
"The way you dig to fuck, baby," the gaunt man had told her, holding her astride his loins, his big cock buried deep in her tight, hot pussy, "you'd give it all away, probably get clapped up, most likely knocked up."
"But I'm married to you, darling," the young Madge had said, her face and body flushed with the aftermath of a terrific cum. Her full, deeply carved breasts swung gently with their weight, her fuck-hardened nipples like big, coarse-grained bullets.
But the man laughed. "Being married to me is for business, baby. To beat the law. If your folks ever come after you."
But they hadn't. And it was four years later, when Madge was in her first year of college, that she learned her parents had died in a boating accident at a church picnic.
In the meantime, she became the only whore in St. Louis who went to a parochial high school, wore a school uniform, and was picked up at the school's playground for her afternoon money dates.
"Those nuns cram education into you, baby," Seaman had grinned. "And it justifies the thousand-dollar bite when the stud sees you come out with your arms around a nun, or around another chickie, and knows he's getting a piece of school girl cunt."
And she still looked not much more than fifteen when she matriculated at a good university. Because Seaman had invested her earnings when they were sometimes ten thousand big ones a week.
"Marry me, baby," a visiting Texan cattleman had babbled. "I never knew a woman like you! You shouldn't have to pedal your ass to guys like me. Please, please, let me take you back home with me!
Was that man any more fired with her youthful cunt than she was, on this later day, with young Danny's cock?
They lay in bed and ate well, because Madge was a good cook, and now, having someone to cook for, she forgot that she was a big business woman. It gave her the strange feeling, once again, that this was the son she might have had. And now, both of them full with food as well as health, they lay together, and Madge's soft, warm hand gently pumped the thick foreskin up and down over the boy's hardening rod of male meat.
"I can't believe this is happening to me," Danny said, putting his own hand on Madge's as it moved up and down, frigging him. "To be lying like this with such a fine lady, who's so good to me! Just a couple of days ago, I never had put my cock into anything better than my fist. Sure, I sucked that little Jones kid, and she was all right. And I guess I'd have screwed her, too, if you hadn't seen me and old Harker, and yelled at us." He rolled against the beautiful, mature woman and sought her breast with his mouth.
"I just seem to want to eat you, all the time," he whispered. "To suck your tongue, or to suck your titties." He put his hand over her thickly haired mound, getting one finger into her moist slit, and wiggled it, laughing. "Or sucking this sweet pussy," he said. "God, look how my old peter jumps up when I think of that."
"Maybe he's jealous," Madge joked. "Maybe he's tired of me sucking him, and wants you to put him into my cunt. OOOHHH!" she cried. "That idea really racked me up! Do that again, with your finger. Yesss! Oh, yesss! Oh, baby, that feels so good!"
She hugged him fiercely to her swollen, tingling breasts, feeling very loosey-goosey in her twat, ready to writhe into a slam-bang cum at any moment. "OOOH, DANNY!" she groaned. "Don't fuck around with little-bitty old finger! Stick that beautiful peter into me!"
This is my life, thank God, the woman thought as she enjoyed that brief moment between desire and hard fulfillment. My clit throbbing, ready to explode. My cunt trying so hard to reach that prick
Blindly, she felt for the thick, warm, hairy cushions that protected her inner lips, her clit, her cunt hole, holding them wide open so that all of her cuntal parts were open. Slick, sloppy with sweet slime from her inner fountains, rich coral-red rolls of hot membrane, etched with deeper red from veins choked with hot blood.
She hunched up and forward, and the red tip of the boy's cock met her thrusting cunt, slipped in the valley of clinging cunt flesh, slid automatically into the clutching, bubbly hole. Danny's full weight thrust his prick deep into Madge, and she felt as tight as a girl.
Never mind the hard, painful, but deeply satisfying sandwich-fuck she had gone through with Marty and his pal. Nor the powerful cum she had fired on the boy's sweet mouth.
An old instinct, an old hunger, tightened the entry muscles of the woman's cunt, more for the joy of being fucked than for any other, deeper reason. Her cunt was like a young girl's because she felt like a young girl. Holding her cunt open as she had for B.J. As she had for the big organ that hung from Mister Harrigan's hairy belly. Held it open to get the full power of that feel, when the stretching pull of a hard cock seemed to push her clinging cunt-flesh back inside her hole, a gorgeously painful ecstasy that thrilled her entire body.
In her rapture, she forgot to brace herself for the hard shock of a big orgasm. She had cum a great many times, just how many, she did not know. Who can keep count when blood pounds its way through rasped veins that bring hot blood through a woman's fuck system? Who gives a damn? Her inner lips seemed to settle and suck around Danny's hard peter. They had a feeling of being blown out by the force of the bursting orgasm that thundered through Madge's belly.
She was conscious that her fine, strong legs were flat on the bed, not in the air or wrapped around the boy's lean hips. She was a boneless bundle of flesh and nerves, able to lie loose and inert, and feel the boy's hot jism wash far up her, swirl in her vagina, around the mouth of her womb, and roll back. This was both yesterday and today, a memory and reality, as she shook to the brilliant pleasure of a hard cock thrashing inside the sopping, soft folds of her slack, still pussy.
Madge held him for a long time, and the young boy, feeling very much of a man, kept one hand under her, kneading the soft, strong ass, and the other between them, molding one of her big, soft pillows of tit-flesh. "I never knew anyone could be so sweet to a dumb kid," he said in a low voice, his beardless face against Madge's neck. "It was my lucky day, when you saw me about to screw that dumb little Annie Jones."
Mainly so that she could feel and stroke and squeeze his cock, Madge let the tall kid slip off her belly, off her tenderized breasts. His cock, still large and fat, slipped out of her cunt with a sloshy little sound, and left a snail-trail of fuck juice across her thigh.
She kissed Danny on his relaxed mouth, then bent so she could take his sticky tool in her mouth to get that lovely taste of his-and-hers cum.
As she thought of what Danny had just said, recalling her concern for him and his folks if he got in trouble with some tiny girl, her heart gave a painful leap. His family! It was late, late, late!
She sat up so suddenly that Danny was startled. He had just reached for one of her magnificent titties, intending to wallow in the crook of Madge's arm, sucking on her full, hard-nippled breast.
"What's up?" he demanded.
Madge patted his head, a lonely feeling in her heart.
"It's really late, Danny," she said contritely. "I clear forgot the time, we were having so much fun. You'd better call your folks, and tell them you've been with a friend, and that you'll be right home. I'll drive you, of course. Oh, I'm so sorry! I hope it won't cause any trouble!"
Danny was up, too, but he did not look at Madge. He felt that warm hand in his lap, squeezing his tender pecker, and it was still alive from the marvelous sensation as she had mouthed the big dick. He said in a low voice: "I guess I didn't tell you, Miz Fuller. I live at the school. Maybe I was ashamed of it, that I don't have any folks. I'm an orphan."
She didn't know and didn't care. If Danny had lied about having "folks" of his own, she could understand. And that old nun, the principal, her voice had been a little amused as she had given Madge the boy's name and phone number.
"Kiss me, Danny," Madge whispered, holding the boy, rocking him against her breasts as if he were her own child. "You must have been very lonely, even in the school, with so many others around."
He was comforted. "I make up things, tell lies," he said, with a faint, half-ashamed smile. "I take things that other kids say, kids that live at home. Like I said my folks hated sex. I heard old Harker say that, many a time. But if you don't hate me for it, it's okay."
Madge stroked the damp, dark hair back from Danny's forehead.
"They still might be worried," she said. "I can call them, tell them you're with me. Doing some' work for me." She reached under him, found his balls, his cock, so warm and fat. "I think it'll be all right. My firm's handled their insurance for years. They know me."
Danny turned and put his arms around the woman. He was laughing.
"Honest, Miz Fuller, they don't care. I mean it. When we orphan kids get to be sixteen, they want us to run away. Oh, the nun on my floor might give me a little hell, if I'm out late, but just routine. If you want me, I can stay later. Geez, it's Friday, isn't it? I could stay all night!" He looked abashed at his boldness. "I mean, if you wouldn't be bored, or put out, having a dumb kid under foot until tomorrow." His voice was humble. "I could help you make the bed in the morning," he said. "We do all that stuff at the home. I mean, at the school."
There was such a singing, such a vibrant joy in Madge Fuller's mind and heart that she felt as if she would faint. She got up and sat on the edge of the bed, tears flowing down her face.
When Danny sat by her troubled, asking: "Did I say something bad, Miz Fuller?" she turned and laid her head on his shoulder, holding him so tight he found it hard to breathe.
"You can stay tonight with me, Danny," she said, gulping back her sobs, smiling a damp but beautiful smile. "And every night. Do you think we can get this beautiful thing up every night?" She was holding his cock firmly, swallowing spit as she thought of having this hard, hot peter in her bed. Or in her. Every night.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was a night of beauty for the present, of promise for the future. Danny had to be told, again and again, that Madge planned to adopt him. Legally. "So you can be with me as long as you want to, baby," she said, holding him in her arms, She gave him a bath in the other half of her bathroom, where she had an old-fashioned, six-foot-long tub. She made him stand up in the tub while she soaped between his thighs, on his balls and his cock, and felt a tug of sexual desire as she squatted on her fine haunches, feeling the cool evening air on her exposed cunt.
"Geez, that feels good, Miz Fuller," Danny said, bracing his hand on her smooth head. "The nuns never give us that kind of service at the school."
It made them both laugh, and they went back to bed feeling wonderful, and in a mood to sleep.
On the road to the farm the next day, Danny kept exclaiming at the green beauty of the country, and it warmed Madge's heart.
"Maybe we could live here ail the time," Madge said. "You could have room to grow, maybe a horse to ride. Did you ever camp out? Or go fishing? My farm manager is a great fisherman." And I don't need that damned job, she thought, moved by a soaring sense of freedom. Good old Seaman! He forced me to make money, forced me to get an education so I could make even more money without selling my ass. Bless him!
"The nuns took us to the park, sometimes," Danny said. "But it would be more fun camping out. And fishing! Wow!"
The Hatchers, Emory and Bess, made them welcome, and Bess set out platters of good farm cooking. Everything was lovely, but, after Emory had taken Danny down to another of Madge's properties to see the lake where they would fish, the woman wandered about restlessly. There were too many old memories close at hand.
There was no longer a brush arbor behind the barn, where the Harrigans, father and son, had been the first to enjoy the swelling heat of her tender and responsive young cunt. But the recollection was as real as yesterday, and it made Madge's ripely mature pussy glow with a deep, lasting fire. And there were all the other vintage pictures in her mind, of rowdy, wonderfully satisfying gang bangs, when six or eight rampant young studs poured their fuck-juices into Madge's happily responsive twat. Wherever she looked, there was a bright, sharp portrait of her lusty, laughing, fucking, sucking young self. And now-could she go back to that?
Her body had a strange, inner warmth. Her breasts felt swollen and tender. And it was not from the way Danny had played with them, sucked on them, only this morning. It was something in her mind. Some question that her body was trying to answer.
After their dinner, after Emory and Bess Hatcher had gone to their own bedrooms, Madge fell silent. She was afraid that the excesses of the last few days had taken something from her, had proved something about herself. And yet the warmth in her loins continued.
She solved whatever problem she had in the same forthright way she had always overcome any nervousness of feelings of inadequacy with a man. Or men. Or the world. She went around the table to where a well-fed Danny was sitting, slightly dazed by his changing world, a belly full of good food, and plenty of sunshine and fresh air.
She stood a couple of feet from him, smiled, and pulled up her dress, up over her belly. She had on brief, sheer panties, and her heart pounded as the happy looking kid, his lips greasy from fried chicken, reached to pull them down.
"Oh, Miz Fuller, it's so beautiful," he choked, rubbing his face in the smooth, warm flesh of her stomach, smelling the gut-churning perfume of warmly juicing cunt. He grinned up at her, his arms around her firm, smooth ass. "Is this going to be my dessert?" As he asked the question, he kissed deeply in the dry, aromatic bush of cunt hair. And Madge had a large part of the answer to her restlessness, her anxiety.
They undressed each other, taking time for a kiss here, a suck there, and when they fell into the big bed, Danny had the biggest, hardest hard-on ever.
"I want to look, and to touch, and to suck," he announced boldly, and the naked woman gladly opened her body to him, her thighs apart and her heels drawn back so that her thick, soft outer cunt lips, dark with their thick bush of hair, immediately opened.
"Look, darling, Madge whispered, her eyes riveted to his swelling red-tipped peter. Touch, suck, whatever, but not too long! And you know why, don't you? You marvelous man! You sixteen-year-old man!"
The boy, on his elbows and knees, buried his face in the slick, softly oozing cluster of inner labia, mouthing them like food he meant to swallow. He sucked hard, giving Madge the most excruciatingly beautiful sensation of having her cunt sucked inside out. But he came up to her face immediately, his youthful, beautiful face shining with hot desire, and kissed her. His tongue went deep into her throat, and she tasted the richness of her beloved cunt. But even this kiss did not last long.
With her thighs still up, her cunt still laid open, the young boy raised to his knees, caressed her exposed cunt-flesh with tender fingers, and aimed his cock at her streaming hole.
She felt the stretch, the quick pang of indescribable fuck-hurt, and the solid warmth and strength of his young cock as he plunged it into her, drawing back immediately to slam it in again, and once again, jarring her womb.
With a sigh of gratitude, she wrapped her legs over and around his strong, skinny hips, and used her strength to bank him into her again. It made her realize that she was ready to cum, and cum, and cum.
His seeking hands found her breasts and tugged at them, a warm and happy feeling, and he kissed her urgently, then pulled back, his face in a broad grin of delight.
"This is what I've wanted all day," he panted. He fucked into her again. "Oh, Miz Fuller, I'll never get tired of this!" And now, Madge, the rest of the answer to her nervousness, her worry.
"Fuck me, then, darling," she murmured, spiraling her strong body up to him. OH, FUCK ME, BABY!" she screamed as the burst of orgasm exploded in her belly. "HARD! HARDER! THAT'S IT! OH, FUCKY, FUCKY, FUCKY! OHHHHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!
AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She felt the juice pumping out of her as Danny's long, hard cock strokes dragged it out to run down the crack of her ass. They were both bathed in sweat.
He wants me, the woman thought. Oh, my beloved cunt! And I'll see that he stays strong, that he keeps his randy interest I'll get that little Jones kid. I wonder if she ever fucked in a brush arbor?
The thought tickled her, and she kissed the panting boy on his damp forehead. "Just let it stay in me, darling," she whispered. "Don't pull it out. Once in a while, I'll squeeze it, like this." She closed her strong, sweet cunt muscles, and Danny laughed happily.
"And I'll fuck it into you, too, Miz Fuller," he whispered. "Maybe it'll stay hard, and we can fuck again without ever taking it out."
Madge stroked her warm hand between the boy's buttocks, touching his balls, feeling the thick, slick cum that was creeping out of her.
"Danny," she whispered against his sweating neck, "considering that I'm going to adopt you, we have to find something else for you to call me besides Miz Fuller." She fucked up at him gently, enjoying the feel of his big cock, so manly in its size and capacities. "What will you call me? What do you want to call me?"
He lifted his shining face. "I want to call you mother," he blurted. "Is it all right if I call you mother?" He was so excited that he began to fuck into her cunt with long, fulfilling strokes.
The delighted woman, her heart almost too full for words, held him against her, kissing his cum-smeared face.
"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, yesss! FUCK ME! CALL ME MOTHER! OH, GOD, HOW GOOD THIS IS! DARLING! DARLING! DARLING! OF, FUCK ME! FUCK MOTHER! OHHHHHH! SO GOOODDD! OHHH! OHHH! OH GOD!"
She writhed in a new, sweeter orgasm, twisted with heat, her body tensing and relaxing with the flow of pleasure.
She had what she wanted. A real, honest-to-goodness mother-fucker!
