The limits of sexual impulse vary widely with men and women, both with respect to the strength of the impulse itself and the age at which it first appears and at which it disappears. Man differs in this aspect from almost all lower animals. In animals, the sexual impulse is directly related to mating seasons-the procreation of life. It is absent for the most part at other times. The human animal has sexual needs and desires steadily throughout most of his lifetime.
With young children, it has been found that sexual feeling begins at an early age, long before the child's body has reached puberty and can engage in the reproductive functions of sex. Manifestations of sexual impulse, both physical and psychic, are far from rare in ordinary healthy children. Again, the strength of these impulses varies widely.
Many studies have shown that women who reach the age of menopause often experience a resurgence of sexual desire. Studies carried out in Hadenstat, Germany, shown that eight of ten women interviewed claimed that their sexual needs and abilities rose as they entered the years of menopause, reaching a peak when the menses ceased completely. For the first time in their lives, some said, they felt they could fully enjoy sex in many ways. Fear of pregnancy did not seem to be the major factor involved. Rather, the women claim the physical needs increase, the psychic desires expand, the woman actually wants to try more things-sexually-than she has ever done before. As a result, the whole sexual side of her existence takes on new meaning. One of the most enticing and rewarding kinds of sexual love for these subjects was with young boys.
The menopausal woman and the preadolescent boy, according to Dr. Heinrich Obermeier, practicing sexologist in Hadenstat, make the ideal couple. Each finds in the other, the fulfillment of the acute needs that are peculiar to the age involved. Young boys learn rapidly at the hands of an older woman. Contrary to popular belief, the boys suffer no degradation in the relationship. Instead, they are generally treated with very high regard, pampered and the recipients of as much, if not more, pleasure than they give the woman. On the other hand, the middle-aged woman teaches the child special techniques of lovemaking that will serve him well throughout his adult life. He learns to please a woman, to help her gain orgasm frequently and repeatedly. This gives the woman the total satisfaction she may not have enjoyed previously. Both benefit, both enjoy.
Dr. Obermeier also reports that he prescribes pedophilia of this nature for some of his patients. One woman, who had been frigid for the entire twenty-seven years of her marriage, who had never experienced an orgasm, found herself able to enjoy lovemaking for the first time. Her partner, a nine-year-old boy who was placed in her home as a foster child, gave her the first sexual fulfillment of her forty-six years of life. Surprising? Dr. Obermeier says not. In a paper read to the Association of Sexual Studies in Hamburg, Dr. Obermeier concluded that: "It is inherent in the nature of woman to love, to give of herself to others. How then can we continue to attach any stigma to the sexual love of a woman for a child? It is the most natural and most rewarding experience of human existence."
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CHAPTER ONE
Emily Lewis pushed the button to start the dishwasher and leaned against the sink while the machine hummed to life. The sound of the running water and the motor echoed in the large kitchen and filled her once again with loneliness. She turned and walked through the house, dimming the lights as she went from the kitchen, through the unused dining room and into the huge front living room. The house was too big, she told herself for the thousandth time. She was foolish to go on living here alone. But she had no place else. This had been her home for so many years, that the thought of uprooting herself and starting anew somewhere else frightened her.
So many things frightened her. Ever since the accident. . . No, she would never leave the old house. She liked the isolation and privacy it afforded. She could never find that anywhere else. The city had grown around her property so that she was no longer far out in the country. Twenty years ago when she had come to this house as a bride, it had been a country estate. Now the city came almost to her property line, and only the fact of the acreage she owned kept her from being engulfed by the sprawling metropolis.
But she was lonely. She dimmed the living room lights and avoided the mirror over the gilt table. She was used to the loneliness too. She had been lonely a very long time. She had learned to live with it, find solace in the few things she had left in life.
She crossed the wide hall and let herself out the massive oak front door. The air was cool on her face and she lifted her eyes to the evening sky. The days were getting shorter now, it would soon be dark. She preferred summer when the shadows held back longer. The darkness always seemed to envelop her in shadows she could not dispel by the flip of a light switch.
She walked slowly down the graveled driveway toward the back of the house. The dog heard her and began to whine softly. Emily smiled and savored the moment when she would round the drive and see the beautiful, sleek, animal. King was everything she was not. The greyhound was slim and sleek, perfect in body and beauty. She had raised him from a pup, and the animal was devoted to her-and she to him. King filled the void in her life left by the death of her husband and child. And to her, the dog was now both.
Her smile was warm and loving as she neared the kennel. The dog strained against the fence, waiting for her. She spoke softly to him.
"Hello, darling. Yes, I've come for you. You have been patient but now it's time. . . . " She unfastened the hasp and pulled open the pen door. The animal bounded forward but did not jump. He was too well trained for that. He pressed against her legs, rubbing his sleek body on hers sensuously. She put her hand toward him and his warm tongue licked at her fingers. She patted the animal's head. He looked up at her and waited for her command. Emily swung the gate closed and turned back to the path. She would walk him first.
"Come, King." The dog trotted at her heels.
She walked briskly and surely along the path that circled the estate. Overhead, the thick growth of trees cut off the evening light and it was dark.
The night was quiet, all sounds of the city blanketed by the heavy forest she had let grow on the property. The path twisted and turned among the thick pines and oaks, crossed the small stream that had once held trout, cut through the clearing where the summer house had stood before the fire. She shivered slightly as she walked over the place, but as always, she forced herself to do it. It was as though passing this spot helped her hold on to the thin thread of reality that fastened her to life. The temptation to forget everything in the outside world and live in a fantasy of her own creation was very strong. More and more Emily found herself shying from the outside-beyond the gate. She was becoming a recluse. She knew that they talked about her in town-people whispered and children made jokes about the strange woman who lived behind the high fence. At first it bothered her-hurt. But now she cared little. Let them ridicule her, make their jokes.. . it didn't matter any more.
She strode briskly now on the wide drive. The gravel looked like a pale ribbon in the growing shadows of evening, and she hurried past the iron gate, barely glancing at the chain that fastened it and kept out strangers. She started back for the house.
In this stretch of the drive, she let King run, knowing he would circle the woods and come out up at the house to meet her. It was part of their ritual, and the dog looked to her for the tiny hand signal that would send him sprinting off. Emily smiled and made it. She paused to watch the animal leap over a boulder with smooth grace. She sighed, started walking again. He was beautiful . . . perfect.
She listened to the fading sounds of the animal moving through the woods ahead. She was already thinking about the dog's sleek body on hers. He was her lover . . . ardent and willing . . . yet animal and demanding. She had spent many months training him to come to her as a man comes to a woman . . . as a lover taking her body. It had not been easy, but the dog was intelligent and she had been patient. Now King filled the sexual needs of her body and helped fill the vast void that had existed so long. She had not been touched by a man nor had she touched one since the fire. The fire in the summer house . . . the fire that had killed Jeff and Danny. Seven years ago. Was it that long---
It had been a late summer night, much like this one but warmer. The entire summer had been beastly hot, with muggy nights that made sleep almost impossible. Danny had begged to be allowed to sleep in the summer house-the screened patio in the clearing in the woods. It was cooler there in the shelter of the trees and near the stream. Danny at nine had been beautiful-fair haired and blue eyed-and very persuasive. She idolized him and found it hard to refuse him any requests. So she had agreed to his 'sleeping out' and helped him carry his things down the path. Jeff had been working late, not yet home from town.
Danny had spread the blanket and sheet and tossed his pillow on top of them. Emily smiled and watched him arrange his radio and clock near the improvised bed on the lounge chair. "Get undressed now and into your pajamas."
"Aw, do I have to? It's early yet." He smiled beguilingly at her.
"It will be dark in a few minutes," she said.
"I have my flashlight." He bent and picked up the torch to show her.
"You can stay up a while after you're ready for bed. Come on now, get into your pajamas." She hid her smile and tried to look stem. He was such a wonderful child, it was hard for her to discipline him. But he was good, well behaved and good natured.
Danny made a face and began peeling off his
T-shirt. Emily sat on a folding plastic chair and watched her son. His naked smooth flesh came into view and her breath caught in her chest. Danny threw his shirt aside and unbuttoned his jeans. Fascinated, Emily could not take her eyes off the child as he skinned the blue denim down over his hips and legs and stepped out of the puddle of cloth. In the tight white jockey shorts, his crotch bulged enticingly. She stared. She had always felt a strong physical attraction to her son, more than she dared admit. When he was a baby, she had always touched him gently, run her hands and lips over his naked flesh with longing. She had encouraged him to take his own nudity for granted, not feel shy about her seeing him unclothed.
Now he pulled the shorts down and his young boy crotch was exposed. She must have drawn her breath in sharply because Danny turned and stared at her. She was staring at his genitals. His tiny boy cock hung over the empty sacs of his scrotum. His flesh was hairless and incredibly smooth. Emily's mouth went dry and she tried to break away her gaze but could not. Danny stood still for several moments, then he walked very slowly toward her. Neither of them spoke or made any sound. He moved smoothly and gently, his cock swaying slightly and hypnotizing her. She wasn't sure what happened next, how she had moved. A warm wave of desire and pleasure engulfed her as she caught the boy's body to her and pressed her face into the haven of his crotch. Her lips were hot and wet on his naked flesh, kissing his flat smooth hairless belly, kneading hungrily at the hanging pendulum of his penis, licking her tongue under the shaft and caressing the satiny corrugated skin of his scrotum.
Her hands clawed at his boy ass, pulling him hard against her mouth, exciting her with the round firmness of the muscles. Her fingers traced a trail down the crevice between his buttocks, found the tight sphincter of his anus and played at it. She heard him gasp and felt the first stiffening of the sex organ. She opened her mouth to take it between her lips, on her tongue. It was warm and growing hard. She pulled at it with her lips, forcing the heavy layer of foreskin to cover the head. She probed her tongue into the tiny noose it made, and the child whimpered again. She pressed back with her tight lips, felt the foreskin slide along the stiffened column and past the bulging head of the organ. The boy's ass became taut under her palms, and she squeezed him closer. The cock sank into the wet hungry cavern of her mouth and she began to suck him
His body quivered and moved of its own accord. He began to pump his narrow boy hips back and forth, forcing his penis deep into her mouth with each thrust. Emily felt the hot flood of lust fill her belly. Her cunt grew wet and hot; she felt the oozing slime dampen her thighs as she pressed her legs together. Her hands were all over him then, feeling every inch of the wondrous naked flesh, petting and patting the delicious nude body. Her lips devoured him, her tongue examined each nook and cranny it could find. She was ecstatic.. . .
"Ooooohhh, mama.. . . " Danny clasped his hands to the sides of her head and tried to force her mouth to work faster and faster on him. He had never felt like this before, and he liked it. . . he liked it a lot.. . .
"My baby. . . . " she crooned the words without letting go of the tasty morsel of manhood in her mouth. The tiny cock had swelled and filled, the head jutting over the stem of the shaft mightily. It surprised her, but delighted her even more. She'd known, of course, that the child was capable of an erection, but she had never dreamed it would be like this. The flavor of his secretions was salty and sweet at the same time. Young and fresh, his cock dribbled male fluids that lacked the sperm to create semen. She drank each drop greedily and sucked for more. Her belly was on fire, and her cunt was dripping with need and lust. What would it be like to feel this lovely child prick in her.. . ?
He seemed to sense her need, or maybe it was his own that spurred his movements. His small hands groped for her tits, clawed at the silky material of the light summer dress she wore, slipped under the opening of the neckline and pried at her bra. She moved to his touch, and his tiny fingers slipped under the restraining cloth of the bra and found her naked tit. She gasped, pressed hard to his hot palm. Shivers of pagan delight raced through her.
The next few minutes were a hazy blur of pleasure. Emily remembered only the heat of his body on hers. Somehow she, or they, removed her dress and underwear. The mother and child laid together on the flat lounge, body to body, heat to heat, need to need. She smiled at him, raised him over her hips and helped him spread his legs. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were bright even in the darkness of the summer house. His naked flesh gleamed palely in the lengthening shadows of night.
He was over her then, her hand holding his boy cock upright and aiming it to the target of her cunt. She raised her knees, then pulled her legs up high and he sank downward at her urging. The hot tip of the cock touched her wet erotic flesh and she moaned with pleasure.
"Yeeesss, baby . . . yeeesss . . . put it in . . . put your beautiful prick in mama's cunt. . . aaaahhhh!! "
The first instant was a blazing glorious flare of heat and lust. The child penis slid into her hungry wet tube of womanhood, pulling back its own foreskin and popping the head against the walls of her tunnel of love. She sucked air into her lungs deeply, felt the head emanate from her belly and spread through her. She pulled his body close, hands on his hips, urged him to move in and out of her in the age-old pattern of lust and love.
The boy was breathing hard, his pleasure evident in his face and body. He was hot for her, wanting his mother in full desire of a woman. His youthful body strained and grew bolder, pushing the hard cock back and forth in the slimy wet tunnel between her legs. He wished it were light, wished he might see her bouncing tits and the vast wet cavern between her fleshy thighs. He was fucking her . . . really fucking her . . . God, he was excited. His belly felt like a pit of molten steel, ready to pour out into the funnel of her very hot, wet cunt. He knew that his body was not ripe enough to cum, his balls were still only empty sacs . . . but it felt like he would cum. How many times he had peeked and listened at his parents' bedroom door while they made wild and passionate love . . . while his father fucked his mother . . . made her cum . . . could he now do the same? Could his boy cock make mama cum too? The idea drove him to new frenzy and he lashed his whipping prick at the loose dripping folds of flesh.
Emily felt the orgasm building in her belly. The boy cock was driving her crazy, extracting full due for its labor in her cunt. Her uterus was a tight ball of fire, waiting to erupt and flood him with her love juice. Yes . . . she was going to cummmm. . . .
"Fuck meeeee.. . " she whispered hoarsely, pulling at him and clutching him between her quivering thighs. "Make me cuuuummmm . . . yeeeesss . . . now! Now!! Uuuuummmm!! ! NOW!! ! ! "
Her body exploded in the violence of passion, spewing hot cunt juice all over the boy cock driving in and out of her. The child felt it, felt the hot response of his own body, felt the release and relief of his own tension as new secretions poured from his baby prick and flowed to meet his mother's hot thick cum. He was panting, still heaving against her, caught between her damp warm legs as she clutched him tightly.
"Oooohhhh, uuuummmm, aaaagggghhhhh!! ! ! " The boy moaned and groaned his pleasure as he felt the last pulling demands of her tight vaginal muscles. She had drained him of everything he had, drained him of the tight emotion that he had stored for so long inside his guts. She'd had him like a man . . . and he liked it.
After several minutes, he lay atop her trying to get his breath. His deflated cock was still caught in her cunt, and every once in a while she tightened her muscles so they squeezed it snugly. It was as though she were making sure she had not left any last drop of liquid in him. He took a deep breath and sighed.
Emily stroked his head gently, pressed her mouth to his ear. "Darling baby, that was so good, so very good. I love you."
"Mama?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Was it-did I cum like a man?" He sounded hopeful.
She smiled and held him closer. "Darling.. . yes, in a way . . . you were as good as any man . . . wonderful . . . you made me cum very good . . . better than I ever have." She squeezed his cock with her cant muscles. "Soon, you will begin to grow more, your testicles will descend and fill your balls." She lifted his face and smiled at him in the darkness. 'Then you'll be able to cum even better, darling."
"But I felt it-honest-I felt something shoot out-"
She kissed his moist lips. "Yes, darling, I felt it too. It was warm and wonderful. You came as much as your body will allow just now. But soon . . . it won't be long.. . . -" She cradled him in her arms and held him close, rocking gently.
"Mama?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Can we fuck some more, I mean another time? Will fucking help me get my balls faster?"
She laughed softly and kissed his ear. "I'm not sure, baby. But yes, well make love again . . . often . . . but you mustn't tell anyone . . . not even daddy.. . A tiny wave of panic raced through her as she thought of Jeff. She had put him out of her mind completely in her lust for the child. She had been so totally consumed by her desire that she had not thought of anything else. Now, she was frightened of possible discovery.
She rolled sideways and slipped out from under her son. "I have to go now, darling," she whispered. "You sleep. . . . " She kissed him full on the mouth. His full firm lips were warm and delightful. With great effort, she pulled away from him and got up. She groped for her clothes as the thick cream of her own cum and the boy's juices dribbled down her legs. God, she had to get cleaned up and dressed before Jeff came home. She kissed the child again and scurried from the summer house.
Stumbling in the dark but not daring a light, she made her way back to the house. Jeff's car was not in the driveway, and she rushed inside and upstairs to shower. She was in bed asleep before he got home. She was vaguely aware of her husband's body warmth as he climbed into bed beside her. Emily smiled and nestled into the dream of Danny's naked flesh again.
CHAPTER TWO
Now as she walked up the driveway, Emily blotted the rest of the memory out. It had taken years for her to be able to do that, but now she forced the disturbing thoughts away. A storm had come up that night, swift and violent. Lightning crashed, split the air. Noise. Flames, the realization that the lightning had struck close by. Jeff looking out the window, the summer house in flames, her memory of Danny.
Jeff had raced down the path and torn at the screened enclosure. Slipping and sliding in the mud, feet cut by sharp stones and twigs, Emily reached the blazing summer house several moments later. In a ragged flare of light from the stormy sky, she saw the two figures in the flames, heard the screams. She rushed forward, trying to help, trying to get to them. A white hot screen hit her across the face and she fell back shrieking with pain and horror. She stumbled, fell. . . cool water covered her. She remembered nothing else.
They'd both died in the flames, Jeff trying to save Danny. Emily's face was burned and scarred but she lived. The fire fighters found her lying unconscious in the small stream, surrounded by scattered debris and ashes from the summer house. She was a widow, and childless. She cut off the memory and the outside world.
She neared the house and King bounded from the thick wall of trees at her right. She smiled and spoke to him softly. "Good dog. Come, well go in now."
She opened the door and let the dog precede her into the house. She closed the door and fastened the bolt, even though there was no one around for miles. She had long ago developed the habit of securing herself inside the house. It gave her a sense of security, an assurance.
The large dog padded behind her as she went through the hall to the kitchen. She filled an ice bucket from the freezer and carried it back through the house as she turned off the downstairs lights and then climbed the wide staircase to the upper floor.
Emily had vacated the large master bedroom that she and Jeff had shared. It held too many ghosts, too many memories. She also sealed off Danny's room. For her own use now she had the large room that had been a combination sewing and sitting room before. She had decorated it in soft shades of yellow and blue, soothing, restful colors that helped her sleep.
The large bed was at one wall, its blue covers and spread neatly drawn. A chaise lounge near the window, a dresser and wardrobe against the wall, a vanity with only a small table-top mirror in a gilt frame completed the furnishings. Except for the low divan. She had added that when she began to train the dog. The animal moved to the sofa as soon as they entered the room.
Emily smiled and walked to the vanity to set down the ice bucket. Half of the cabinet had been converted to a liquor holder, and now she extracted a bottle of scotch and a glass, setting them beside the bucket. She watched the dog as she mixed herself a tall scotch on the rocks.
King stood next to the low sofa, tongue lolling, waiting. He knew what was to come. Sometimes Emily was sure the dog looked forward to their sessions together.. . wanted her and needed her the way she did him. Was it possible that an animal could lust for a woman? She smiled at King over the rim of the glass as she drank half of the cold scotch.
Setting down the glass, she walked to the closet and unzipped her dress. She skimmed it over her head and arms, then shook it and slipped it on a hanger. She took a gossamer blue robe from another hanger and walked back toward the bed. The dog's eyes followed her movements. She smiled.
She laid the robe on the bed before pulling down the half slip and nylon briefs she wore. The dog's panting seemed louder and he whined softly. When she looked at him, the animal thumped his tail against the sofa but did not move. Emily reached behind her back and unfastened the snaps of her bra. Her huge breasts spilled out of the cloth and bounced against her rib cage. She had always been big in the tits, full and pendulous, firm and hard-tipped. The large coral spots were the size of silver dollars, and already the smaller pips of her nipples were rigid and straining. The dog whined again. A moment later she had removed her garter belt and stockings. Naked, she walked back to the vanity for her drink. When she had consumed it and poured herself another, she sat down and looked at her face in the glass.
She turned away from the mirror and looked down at her nude body. She had put on weight these past years, gotten a little too plump for her five foot four inch frame. A roll of fat bulged at her waistline and she sat up straighter to diminish it. She pressed her hands to her belly, forcing the flesh inward until she could feel the hard pressure on her internal organs. She clawed her fingers, digging them into the soft flesh, feeling the quick stir in her uterus as she found the mark. The years of need and longing filled her to overflowing, and she found herself getting excited easily. She pressed at her belly and got up. The dog raised his head and curled his tongue over his jaws. Emily smiled and walked to the sofa.
"You want me, don't you, boy?"
The dog whined and half rose from its sitting position. Emily laughed softly and sat on the edge of the sofa. The dog sat very still and watched with jet black eyes. His sleek, narrow head cocked and he whimpered again. Emily spread her legs to a wide V. The dog's attention went immediately to her crotch. The red tongue lapped over the white teeth, saliva dripped at the corner of the big mouth.
"Yes, boy, now-now, King." Emily nodded as she spoke to the dog.
In response to the waited command, the dog came to its feet in a quick fluid motion. His head moved between the woman's legs and pressed to her private parts. Emily made a hungry wanton sound as the animal's cold nose touched her labia. She breathed deeply and fell back across the sofa, propping her torso on her elbows so she could watch her own delight. King pushed his snout at her cunt, forcing his muzzle to, spread her wet vulva, snuffling as the wetness of the excited woman met his touch. His tongue lashed out at the nectar of her body. He worked at her furiously, licking and nuzzling to create more secretions.
Emily moaned and watched him through half-closed eyes. It had taken her many months to train the dog to do this-and what was to follow. Now the animal went after the secretions eagerly and greedily, exciting her with his long rough tongue. The surface of the tongue was like sandpaper, and it raked over her clitoris. She shivered with lust as darts of fire shot through her. The dog pushed his snout harder into her, caught the tiny ripe bud of sensuous flesh between his teeth and nibbled at it gently. Emily sobbed with pleasure, fell back on the sofa and closed her eyes in ecstasy. The dog continued his labors at her cunt until she was writhing and moaning. Her whole body was coming alive to the dog's loving touch. Her breasts ached as hormones flowed and swelled them, forcing the nipples to jut upward.
"King.. . King.. . . " She whispered the dog's name. Instantly the animal took the new cue, moved astride her on the sofa. His lean sleek belly rubbed on her naked flesh and he began to lick her breasts. She put her hand to the animal's head and patted it. The long lolling tongue scraped over her tit, slathered over the entire breast, trying to work under the heavy dome and lift it. All the time the animal lay atop the naked woman, and she raised her hips and began to move under him. It excited her to feel him on her flesh, to know that soon she would have him inside her cunt.. . his sex organ, wet and dribbling and hot, pushing up into her. She moaned and rocked with the animal held tightly to her.
The dog's breathing was labored now, panting. Emily felt the hot breath on her tits, felt the warm air dry the dog's saliva on her skin. She pushed her belly up to his, and was rewarded with the wetness of his emerging tool. She opened her eyes and looked at the dog's bright deep reflecting irises. She saw her own image in the dark mirrors, and it was as though the dog were looking into her soul.
"Up, boy." she commanded.
The dog moved quickly, standing astride her supine body, legs splayed. His neck curved in a graceful arch as he looked down at her and waited for her next command. Emily ran her hands along the slim taut body of the dog. He was a beautiful creature . . . beautiful and tempting . . . like Danny had been that night.. . She reached for the sheathed penis where the tiny glistening red tip poked from the gray furred cocoon. The dog growled very softly deep in his throat. It was his warning to her, the signal that soon, very soon, the dog would no longer be able to control the thing she had started. It excited her to know that he was all animal at a certain point in the lovemaking. She was in full control until his canine instincts took over, surpassed her commands. Yet, it made the act that much more thrilling. She had long ago learned that his very animal lust was what she craved, what drove her to the final frenzy of orgasm. All the foreplay, all the buildup culminated in those few moments when the dog plunged his slimy wet cock into her cunt and humped against her until his load of cum sprayed inside her vagina and set off her orgasm.
Now Emily's hand closed over the hard cock gently, then with increasing pressure. The dog growled again, pulled his lips back in a snarl of passionate warning. Emily licked her lips and began to slide her hips toward the edge of the sofa, letting her legs fall to the floor so her body was angled at a position that made it easier for the animal to mount her. She had tried many, and this was the most successful. The animal backed along her naked flesh, his eyes still intent on her face.
She smiled. "Now, King, NOW!! ! "
The animal whirled and leaped to the floor. In the identical motion, he clambered to the edge of the low divan, front paws on Emily's belly heavily but without his claws digging. Saliva dripped from the corner of the dog's mouth and fell to her naked flesh. He pressed his arched body toward her. . . she shivered as the wet tip of his tool moved over her erotic haired flesh at the crotch. The dog stabbed toward her again. This time the prick whammed against her clitoris and Emily sobbed out her pleasure.
The next time the animal humped his belly toward the woman he made contact with her cunt. The hot red poker of the animal's lust speared into Emily's vagina, searing her flesh, scorching her tissues. She was on fire with an intense burning that catapulted her to a frenzy of wanton excitement.
Now the animal was no longer hers to command. His paws clamped around her body, claws digging to hold her in place under the humping cock. The dog panted, teeth bared, saliva dripping . . . He shoved the slimy wet tool in and out of the woman's hot hugging tunnel.
Emily groaned, cried aloud, felt the hot spurt of semen spurt from the animal's sex organ and fill her cunt. The instant response of her body was like an atomic explosion-fiery and enormous. Her legs clamped around the dog's body and hugged him closer and deeper, sinking his shaft of cock flesh as far as it would go into her. The animal growled his release and agony as his hot breath washed over the woman as she climaxed. Finally, the animal snarled, demanding to be let loose from the circling confines of her legs, already pulling back, his lust spent, his body's sex organs drained for the time being. Emily fell back in exhausted delight and let go of the struggling dog. King backed off the sofa, walked in a wide circle around the room. For a few minutes, the only noises in the room were the twin sounds of the dog and the woman panting.
It always took a long time for Emily to come out of the ecstasy King gave her. Savoring the delight of her body after the orgasm helped make up for the brevity of the act itself. And once King recovered from his exertions, he would come back to her lovingly, licking at her body, lapping up the combined juices of their cumming. She lay and waited.
King moved to the other side of the room, eying the woman as he paced. She never commanded him at these times but waited for his readiness. He curled his long red tongue over his jaws, sat on his haunches for a moment, still staring at her. Then with a soft whine, he padded back to the sofa and nuzzled his head between her still-spread legs. Emily smiled.
"Mmmmm, good dog.. . . "
King curved his tongue over the dripping cunt and lapped up the thick slime of semen and cunt juice that was already running over Emily's thighs. Her pubic hair was matted and thick with the wetness, and the dog worked at it eagerly. Each caress of the long tongue sent shivers of delight through her, underscoring the rays of the tingling orgasm that still filled her body. The rough tongue delved between the thick lips of her vulva seeking more nectar, finding it and sucking at it eagerly.
Emily smiled and let the animal have his fill of her. His loving tongue soothed her, made her feel warm and loved.
CHAPTER THREE
Emily was dimly aware when the dog finally left her and curled up on the floor across the room. She moved her head and saw that King lay with head on forepaws, eyes bright and watchful. She smiled and stretched luxuriously, letting the tingles dart through her belly, down her legs, make her shiver with renewed delight. The sessions with the dog were getting better all the time. They were so good she could almost completely forget the loss that haunted her . . . forget Danny and Jeff . . . the fire.. . her loneliness. King was all that mattered now.
She closed her eyes and lay a few minutes longer. Living alone, there was never anything to rush for, any plans to be followed and schedules to be kept. She pulled her feet up and curled on the lounge, watching the dog. He looked back at her carefully. The room was silent, with only the tiny hum of the electric clock breaking the stillness.
Suddenly the dog raised his head, cocked it, then glided to his feet and walked to the window. With head cocked, the animal whined softly and nosed his muzzle between the drapes. He growled softly, whined again.
Emily sat up. "What is it, King?"
The dog moved his sleek head and whimpered again. It was strange. King never imagined things, yet how could he hear something outside? They had toured the yard, she had seen the locked gate herself. She got to her feet and moved quickly to the bathroom With a washcloth, she scrubbed at her genitals, foregoing her shower until she knew what had disturbed the dog. In the bedroom, she pulled on the blue robe she had put on the bed, then moved to the door. As soon as she opened it, King turned from the window and bounded ahead of her down the stairs. He was standing at the front door, tense and waiting when she reached the bottom step.
"What is it, boy?" She whispered, suddenly frightened. In all the years she had lived out here alone, she had never been bothered by trespassers of any kind. Now the idea that someone might be out there in the darkness frightened her more than she believed it could have. Yet she knew King would not carry on this way for some small animal in the brush nor for any normal night sounds in the woods. He sensed danger. . . .
King growled deep in his throat and cocked his head toward the closed door. Heart pounding, Emily slid back the bolt and turned the knob. She had not turned on the light here in the hall, and only the indirect light from the open bedroom door upstairs illuminated the lower region. She pulled open the door. King slithered through the opening swiftly and silently and was immediately lost in the blackness outside.
Emily's mouth went dry with fear as she stood with her body braced against the panel and tried to see the moving animal outside. He had vanished instantly in the black cover of the woods along the drive. She held her breath and listened. There was a small sound of twigs snapping, then a scrambling louder noise. Someone was running. King snarled menacingly.
Emily's heart pounded with fright and her hands were clammy. Someone was out there! King barked, several short warning sounds, then snarled as he caught the intruder. A scream, another one.
"Ow, help! Stop!"
"Get him off--! ! "
Emily could not move. She let the screams echo in her brain as she huddled against the door. What was she going to do? She could not go out there and confront the intruder-and she couldn't just stand here. She was shaking all over, cold suddenly in the night air.
Cries split the air again.
"I give up!! ! Owww, leggo-"
"Down-get down-"
Emily straightened. There were two voices, two different voices. And-she frowned-they sounded like children! Not a burglar, an unknown man to frighten her. Children. Young boys-She reached for the light switch and flooded the yard with the outside spotlights.
"Help!" One of the boys called out desperately. It was a child . . . a boy like Danny . . . Some of Emily's terror faded. She eased out through the partially opened door and stood on the flagstone terraced steps.
"Help! Please, call off your dog-" There was no mistaking the plea in the young voice, the fear. Emily walked along the driveway, scanning the trees in search of the dog and the strange visitors. She saw a spot of light cloth just beyond the edge of the woods. Carefully, she made her way across the damp verge of grass. She hadn't realized until now that she was barefooted. She had hurried out of the bedroom without planning for what might come. Her heart was still pounding wildly, but the sound of the child's voice, the two children's voices, drew her like a magnet. She moved to the trees and stared down. King had jumped the intruders, forced them to the ground. Now he stood over the two frightened boys, snarling and keeping them in check. Emily peered through the darkness at the two figures on the grass. They looked to be about ten-young. Both were dressed in white tee shirts and dark pants. Their faces were pale blurs against the dark forest ground.
She spoke to the dog quietly. "Steady, King." The dog backed off slightly but snarled again to show he was not letting up his guard. The boys cowered, too frightened to move.
"What are you doing here?" Emily's voice was barely a whisper, and her throat was dry and raspy.
"We didn't mean any harm-" one of the boys said.
The other added, "It got dark and we-we saw your light." His voice cracked slightly.
Emily knew that he had started to say they were scared. Despite her own fear, she smiled. They were only children, frightened children-even more frightened than she was. She pressed her hand against the rough bark of a large oak tree to steady herself. She was weak with relief.
We'd better go inside and talk. Down, King-" The dog backed off at her command. Wide-eyed, the two boys sat up. "Come along, in the house. Let's find out what this is all about." The two boys scrambled to their feet and shied away from the dog, still frightened of the low growling and watchful eyes.
"He won't hurt you," Emily said. "Not as long as you behave and don't try to run-" she added cautiously. She couldn't believe that the two boys meant to hurt her, but she didn't dare take the chance. It was better that they remain frightened of the dog, her only weapon.
She turned and started back for the house. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that the two boys made a wide circle just past King and followed her. The greyhound brought up the rear. She pushed open the front door and waited for the two boys to enter. They did, glancing at King and at the house alternately. Emily closed the door and snapped on the low hall lamp before turning off the outside light. She moved toward the living room, snapping on another lamp as she did so. The boys followed her. Now, inside, Emily was suddenly aware again of her face-the scars she had hidden for so many years from the outside world. She moved away from the lamp and stood by the fireplace. Her feet were cold and she shivered.
"Sit down," she said to the two frightened children behind her. She bent and struck a long match and held it to the laid fire. Flames danced up through the kindling and licked at the birch logs. For a moment, Emily stared, forgetting the two strangers in the room with her. Fire . . . it always hypnotized her this way. At first it had frightened her so badly that she could not be close to one, but gradually over the years, the terror had subsided and she had grown fascinated by the flames. She brought herself back to the present abruptly. She turned and moved to the low gold brocade chair opposite the sofa where the two boys sat.
They looked at her with huge frightened eyes. King stood guard a few feet away.
"Now, suppose you tell me who you are and what you're doing here." She pushed back into the wings of the chair so her face was in the shadows. She studied the two boys.
Her estimate of their ages had been close. One of the boys, the older one, might be twelve, no more. He had long brown hair and dark eyes that made his thin face seem very long and narrow. His body was thin too, almost underfed, she thought. His tee shirt was stained with dirt and smudges where the dog had downed him. He had a smear of dirt across his forehead.
The other child was a few years younger, maybe nine or ten. He was fair, hair the color of wheat in the sun and huge blue eyes that harbored his fear. He was small boned, not rugged looking at all, thin like the other one. His shirt was torn at the shoulder and one knee peeked through a hole in his jeans. He sat on the sofa, under the lamp, and she imagined she could see his lips quiver. A baby . . . a smear of dirt on his cheek looked as though it had come from wiping away tears. He was frightened. Emily felt a wave of compassion that she had forgotten she might harbor. He reminded her of Danny. . . .
The room was very quiet and Emily realized with a start that she was staring at the younger boy's body, seeing Danny naked before her in the summer house the way she had that night so many years ago. She forced herself to look away, but her hands were shaking.
"What were you doing in my yard?" she asked again.
The older boy answered. "Nuthin', honest, we weren't up to anything. We weren't going to try anything-" His eyes were wide with fear.
She hadn't been accusing them of that-guilt swamped her. Her own fears were frightening the two boys even more. She had to get hold of herself. She took a deep breath and said more softly, "How did you get in? The gate is locked."
The two children glanced at each other, and the younger one knotted his fingers in his lap. The other said, "Over the fence. We climbed."
The room was still again for several moments. "Why?" Emily asked. After so many years, why would anyone invade her privacy. She was no longer frightened but her surprise was intense.
The boy tried to meet her glance but could not. He gazed around the room as if looking for escape. Was he scared of her, Emily wondered. She wanted to go over to him and put her arm around him to reassure him, but she couldn't. It had been too long since she had shown any affection for anyone.
"It got dark, and we were scared," he said in a very small voice. "When we saw the light we thought maybe-"
"What's your name?" Emily asked.
"Doug, and this is Frankie." He turned quickly and the smaller boy looked up for an instant then back at his twined fingers.
"Why were you out on the road at this time of night? Where were you going?" Emily sensed something was very wrong with these two young lives.
Doug shrugged and tried to seem casual. "Just out, we weren't going anywhere in particular."
Emily leaned forward, then remembering her scars and the light, huddled back in the chair. "Are you running away?" she ventured a guess.
Guilty silence met her. Both boys were staring at their hands as though their only hope of salvation lay in them
"That's it, isn't it? You're running away from home."
Frankie looked up and she was surprised by the glistening tears in his eyes. His voice was thin and reedy. "We don't have a home, not a real one. We're running away from old Mrs. Carter, and she don't care-"
"We live in a foster home," Doug said. "It was bad, worse than most of them, so we decided to split. But it got dark and.. . . "
Poor things! Emily felt the tight pressure of pity swell in her chest. "Don't you have-a mother-or father--? "
Both children shook their heads and stared at her. Emily forgot about her scars then and leaned forward to look at them more closely. Neither child drew back from the face she had hidden for so many hears. "Won't Mrs.-what did you say her name was-Carter? Won't she send someone to look for you?"
Doug laughed without humor. "Naw. She won't even see we're gone. Honest, she don't know if we're there or not. She takes in a lot of foster kids and as long as the welfare department sends the checks every month, she doesn't care-" He stopped as though afraid she might side with the adults for some vague reason.
Emily's hands clamped together in her lap. How terrible! How could anyone not care about such lovely children-any children. Yet common sense told her she could not simply take the two boys in without telling the authorities-it would be kidnapping.
"You won't send us back-huh?" Frankie's tears spilled over the lids and coursed down his cheeks. He lifted a hand to brush them away angrily. Another large smear of dirt appeared on his face.
"Well.. . . "
"Please, ma'am. If you want, we'll just take off again. Only please, don't call the fuzz, please. . . . " Doug implored.
It sounded so strange to hear this child plead this way. Fuzz . . . she supposed he meant the police? The boy got to his feet and motioned to Frankie. "Come on, Frankie, we'd better be going-"
"No!" Emily was out of the chair and across the room in a second. "You can't go now, where will you go? It's still very dark out there-"
Frankie's eyes mirrored new fear and he looked to his companion hopefully.
Emily put her hands on the boy's shoulder. "You can stay here tonight, at least. We can talk some more tomorrow and decide what to do." She smiled carefully.
"You won't call--? "
"I won't call anyone, I promise. Now, I'll bet you're hungry-"
Doug started to say no, but Frankie's eagerness overrode his fear. "I'm starved!"
Emily laughed. "Then let's see what we can find in the kitchen. Come along." She took one small hand in each of hers and led them through the rooms.
CHAPTER FOUR
The kitchen was warm and bright, and Emily fried hamburger patties and opened a can of soup. She set the table and poured herself a cup of tea while the boys consumed the food ravenously. With a start, Emily realized that she was letting them see her in the bright light. If the dark scars on her face frightened them, they made no sign. Frankie smiled engagingly each time he finished a mouthful of food. They didn't find her ugly at all. She had a moment of elation at the self-discovery. They didn't think she was ugly! It made her feel very warm and pleasant. All these years she had been hiding from the world, from reality. She believed in her own ugliness, and she was sure the world saw her that way. Now, quite suddenly, it was different.
The two boys finished the food she fixed for them and sat back with smiles. "Good, boy, I haven't had anything so good for a long time." Doug smiled.
Emily reached out and touched his hand. "You were hungry. Didn't Mrs. Carter feed you?" She asked it half jokingly, but the boy looked up at her solemnly.
"Cereal, sometimes soup. Nothing good like this."
Again Emily's heart twisted in her chest. Poor things. "Well, let's see if we can get you cleaned up a little and find a place for you to sleep." She got to her feet and cleared the table quickly. The other bedrooms were closed, had been unused for so many years. They would need airing before they would be comfortable. She would have to let them sleep in her room. She could sit up or doze on the chaise lounge or the sofa. With a start, she recalled the session with King on the sofa earlier this night. Was it only two hours ago? It seemed like part of a distant past.
She put her arm around Frankie and the boy laid his head against her belly. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, looked up at her. Glancing down at him, Emily had a new shock. Her tits were clearly visible under the thin gown she'd donned so quickly when King sounded the alarm . . . she had not figured on meeting anyone, being seen. Now, as she looked down at the child she held against her body, the high mounds of her breasts were twin mountains between them. The coral domes and the hard jutting tits strained the sheer blue cloth. Yet neither child had reacted strangely to her near nudity. The thought made her very warm all of a sudden. She knew, from previous viewings in her mirror that the entire robe was too thin to hide her body. Her pubic hair, the outline of her hips and legs were just as visible as her breasts. Now she felt the warmth of the child she held close. She squeezed his shoulders.
"Let's go upstairs," she said softly. She took Doug's hand and kept her arm around the other child's shoulder as she led them upstairs, snapping lights off as they passed through the rooms downstairs. At the front door, she paused to let King out. Often at night she allowed the animal to roam the grounds as a watchdog. She bolted the door and took the two boys up to the bedroom.
They stood inside the doorway and looked around with awe. "Wow, you have a nice house, ma'am," Doug said.
She realized then that she hadn't told them her name. She hesitated. Somehow it hadn't seemed important until now. She smiled. "My name is Emily Lewis. And thank you. I guess it is a nice house. I've lived here so long I hardly even notice it any more."
Frankie touched the silky wallpaper with a tentative finger. "Do you live here all alone?" he asked.
"Yes. Except for King, the dog."
"He's beautiful."
"He's a greyhound. They're very fast and sleek."
"Like the bus?" Frankie asked quite seriously.
Emily laughed. "I think the bus company was named after the dog, I'm not sure."
He nodded and his big eyes searched her face. My god, he was a beautiful child-so loving and trusting, so hopeful. How could his mother have abandoned him? Or had she been killed? Emily knew she would never ask. Perhaps the child didn't know himself. A foster child . . . so young.
"Well, first I think baths. Okay?"
Frankie made a face but when he looked at his dirty hands, he nodded and smiled. "I guess."
Doug looked around the room. "Is this your room?" he asked.
"Yes.. . the rest of the house is shut up. I-"
She found that she could not explain. She walked toward the bathroom and felt their eyes follow her. She turned and asked with a smile, 'Tub or shower?"
The boys stared. They had never known such luxury of choice. In unison, they answered, "Shower!"
"Come on, then. Get undressed. I'll run the water." She turned to the glassed in shower stall and adjusted the taps until the air was moist and pleasant with steam. When she turned back, both boys had stripped off their clothes and were standing in the bathroom doorway naked and unashamed. Emily's breath caught in her throat. She stared at the two slim lovely naked bodies, the two young boys, with crotches exposed for her hungry eyes. She had forgotten how lovely it was.. . her tongue moved over her lips in an effort to moisten them, but her throat was so dry it was a futile gesture.
Neither child seemed to notice her staring. They pushed forward, bumping each other and pushing past Emily as they tried to enter the shower stall together.
Their laughter filled the steamy room. Emily swallowed and said, "Don't slip.. . be careful.. . . "
They were in the stall then, splashing and holding their faces up to the spray of warm water, eyes closed, mouths open and gulping at the drops. They were playing a game, their fear and problems already forgotten in the new experience.
Emily sat down on the small stool and watched them. Her heart was pounding and her knees were weak. She was shaking all over. She feasted her eyes on the sight of the two naked bodies under the rivulets of water. The small, firm boy asses were so beautiful . . . the dangling baby cocks over the empty scrotums so luscious and tempting. . . my God! It had to be a dream . . . it couldn't be real.. . .
Frankie and Doug splashed and giggled in childish glee as they showered. After the first sheer exuberance of the game passed, they took turns with the soap and cloth, sudsing their bodies, rubbing the foam around, then letting the cascade of water rinse them again. Frankie reached between his legs and soaped his cock and balls with a scrubbing palm. Emily felt a quick surge of warmth in her belly. She was growing excited viewing them . . . she sat very still, but the oozing wetness had already begun to dampen her thighs as she pressed her legs together. Her body remembered Danny . . . that night when she had known him so wonderfully . . . now two young naked bodies stirred the emotions Danny had stirred . . . she wanted to touch these two young boys, feel them . . . love them. . . .
Her breath was a tight coil in her chest, her heart pounding at her ribs violently. Her uterus was a hot mass in her belly, throbbing for new pleasure. . . needing young flesh . . . maleness.. . .
After what seemed a very long time, Doug turned off the water. Emily came out of her dream state with a start and reached for the big blue towels on the rack. She spread one and folded it around Doug, then turned to Frankie with the other one. She put it around his slim body, bending forward to reach him more easily. The front of her robe fell open under the pushing weight of her breasts, and the child stared at the exposed flesh. Pulse racing, Emily kneeled on the furry rug and enveloped the boy's body in the huge towel, catching the edges together at his chest and shoulders. She pulled him to her with a laugh, still part of the game they had been playing. Her naked breasts pushed against the towel, parted the edges and pressed onto the child's flesh . . . his belly . . . she moved slightly . . . now his genitals. My God, he was so delightfully warm and damp, his hot little cock was a burning rope against her throbbing breast. She felt her nipples go hard and pop forth like eager fingers.
"Hey, man, this is great," Doug said.
Over her head, Frankie grinned at his companion. "Wow, a shower is keen . . . I like this.. . . " He made no effort to pull out of her embrace, to move his crotch from the crevice of her body where she held him.
Emily smiled and rubbed his body with the soft terry towel. "Haven't you ever had a shower before?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Naw. It's keen-" He wiggled his little ass against her palms as she dried him.
She listened to the two boys talk about the new-found joy of water. She heard words, voices, but her mind was so filled with her own thoughts that she could not concentrate on them. She actually had a naked boy child under her hands. In her arms. In front of her. Kneeling on the floor this way, she felt the hot juice dribble from her cunt to wet her. Her clitoris throbbed, pulsed out its need. She was beyond thinking of anything but the opportunity she now had. She listened to the laughter and the voices. Slowly, she let the towel fall from her hands and pool around the child's feet. His crotch was right in front of her face. Her breath came in short gasps, warm air bouncing against his damp skin, rushing back at her filled with the smell of his youth. Her mouth opened and her face moved closer to the tantalizing flesh. She held her breath, afraid to disturb the moment of truth. Her lips touched the warm smooth hairless pubic mound. She shivered, remaining motionless for an instant. The voices droned above her. He did not move away. Her lips moved on the silky wondrous flesh, kneading at it, kissing it gently. There was a brief instant of silence before Frankie's voice rose again.
Once more, Emily did not hear the words. The gap had been bridged . . . he knew.. . and he did not mind what she was about to do. A warm glow filled her as she pressed her lips to the lovely small hanging tool at the child's crotch. Uumm, so warm, so wonderful . . . she kissed it, up and down its length. She caught the tip between her lips, fondled it gently, ran her tongue over the hidden head under the sheath of foreskin. A tremor raced through her and the heat in her uterus erupted with new intensity.
She tongued the cock, raising it and grasping it in her mouth, cradling it on her tongue. Her hands went around the child's body and she clutched his ass.. . a firm tight boy ass. She pulled him closer and the penis pushed deeper into her loving mouth.
She sucked at it, delighting in its soft warmth, willing it to harden for her, delight her. She sucked and the pressure pulled the tiny bud of the head part way from the covering of the loose skin. The tip was unbelievably smooth and hot. Her tongue delved for the tiny crevice, found it and pushed into it. The child's penis twitched, and it began to swell in her mouth.
Emily whimpered with pleasure and need. Her body was on fire now, demanding relief for the years of deprivation, demanding this child's sexual response. She went wild with hunger, began to handle his body with quick needy motions, pulling at him all the while her mouth sought his pleasure.
"Hey-"
She was only dimly aware of the voice. More, she was not able to control her lust now. It had grown monstrous and demanding inside her belly, shrieking for relief and release.
"Miz Lewis-hey-"
This time the reality of what she was doing struck her. She stopped, her mouth working only softly on the cock, still unable to drop it and lose it. She opened her eyes and breathed in the warm scent of his young male body. Then, with great effort, she released the penis and sat back on her heels. Her head was spinning and throbbing. Her body was on fire. She closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands.
"My God! I'm sorry! What have I done!! ? ? " Remorse filled her and a new dread-the threat of exposure-seeped into her conscious mind. She hung suspended in the limbo of need and shame.
Someone touched her shoulder. Slowly, she raised her head and looked up into Frankie's face. To her surprise, he was not angry. He was grinning at her.
"I'm cold," he said gently.
"Oh-I'm sorry-come-oh . . . " She got up, stumbling to her feet in panic and relief at the same time. She giggled nervously, seeing that the other boy was watching her, too. She picked up the towel and wrapped it around Frankie again. In the bedroom, she pulled back the covers of the bed and motioned for them to climb in. She had nothing for them to wear, no pajamas. Were there any of Danny's clothes left in his sealed room? Somehow she didn't have the courage to go look. It was as though the truth of Danny's death might somehow spoil the beauty of the new discovery of Frankie and Doug. She looked at the two slim naked bodies on the sheet and with a smile covered them
"Miz Lewis?"
"Yes, Doug?"
"Where're you gonna sleep?"
"I-" She wasn't sure, hadn't made exact plans. She looked around the room foolishly. "I can sleep over there." She pointed to the low sofa which she normally used for sex encounters with King. "Yes, I have extra blankets. I'll sleep over there." She knew she was flushed and excited, her cheeks flaming. Now that the two children were actually covered and safe from her eyes, it seemed incredible and impossible that she had done anything so daring as to touch Frankie. Had she? Or had she dreamed it? Wished it so fervently that it seemed real?
The boys were gazing at her intently. She realized that her figure was clearly outlined against the light behind her, on display under the flimsy robe. They seemed to enjoy looking at it. Doug smiled shyly.
"We don't like to take your bed---"
"That's all right-"
He shook his head. "It's a very big bed, ma'am. Why--? I mean, couldn't you sleep with us?" She stared, speechless.
"Frankie would like that, wouldn't you, Frankie?"
The younger boy's head bobbed in quick motions and a smile touched the corners of his mouth. "I ain't never had a mother.. . . "
Tears filled Emily's eyes. "All right," she said. "I have to shower.. . . " She turned and hurried into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she stripped off the gown and stepped under the warm spray. Mother . . . Danny . . . and now Frankie and Doug.
CHAPTER FIVE
Emily did not try to examine her thoughts or emotions as she showered, dried and returned to the big bed. She was afraid to try to sort them, catalogue them. If this was all a dream, she didn't want to wake up now. Not now . . . she wanted to have this one evening . . . no matter what. She smiled as Doug sat up to allow her to get between them in the bed.
"Leave the light on . . . please," Frankie whispered.
Poor darling. He was afraid of the dark. She slid under the sheet and took them in her arms, one boy to each side, hugging them close, naked flesh against naked flesh. They felt warm and wonderful, and Emily's heart beat very fast. Doug snuggled his head on her shoulder, put one hand to her breast and fondled the huge tit gently. On the other side, Frankie rubbed his palm over her belly, kneading his fingers into the too-thick roll of fat at her waist. Very slowly, his fingers inched downward toward her crotch. Emily shivered and her breath caught. Her nipple was hard under Doug's fingers, and he rolled it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. New shivers raced through her. She could hear her own breathing now; it was loud in the quiet bedroom.
"Oooohhh.. . . " It was half moaned, half sighed. Emily's body responded to the delightful stimulating touches. Her uterus began to tighten in need and anticipation, pour out its readiness. She felt the moist heat between her legs, felt Frankie's fingers pry at her pubic hair and search in it for her erotic folds of flesh.
Aaaaahhhh, there.. . he touched her vulva, rubbed along them . . . Mmmmmm, yeeesss . . . His tiny fingers separated the wet lush folds of her womanhood and moved up to her clitoris. He knew.. . oooohhh, yeeeessss, he had it now, between his fingers and rubbing it hard, flicking it back and forth, exciting her so that she could no longer lie still. Doug moved at some unseen signal and put his lips to her tit, grabbing the hard popped nipple and tonguing it violently before grabbing it and sucking it hard. Emily almost screamed with delight.
She was beyond thinking now. She was beyond anything but the wild passionate need that filled her. The years of loneliness and deprivation were being wiped away in these minutes. These two lovely children were bringing her body back to life in a way she had thought gone forever.
Frankie's little fingers dove into her wet slimy cunt. "Aaaaggghhh!! " It was so quick, so unexpected, so delightful that Emily could not control the jolting orgasm that speared through her belly. She gasped and her hips moved to drive the child's fingers deeper into her loving tunnel. The boy at her tit seemed to sense her lusty excitement, and he grabbed her other breast with his hand and played with the nipple while he sucked the other.
From the corner of her eye, Emily saw Frankie move then, darting down and throwing back the covers at the same time. He crouched near her hip, tugged at her leg. She moved it at his command and lay flat with her legs spread apart. The child crawled closer, put his head between her heavy thighs. Then she felt his hot breath on her swollen wet labia, felt his fingers pry apart the dripping tissues. She could feel the throbbing pulse in the folds of love flesh as he touched each of them, spread them. My God! His tongue! He was eating pussy! She writhed and moaned.
"Oooohhh, yeeessss . . . uuummm aaahhh!! "
His tiny tongue was a darting flame on her body, touching each layer of erotic flesh, rubbing along the length of her cunt, lapping up the wetness that poured from her. His lips closed over a fold, tugged at it. Emily groaned with pagan delight. His tongue slipped deep into her cunt, wiggled and touched all sides of it. She felt the hard pressure building again, knew she was going to cum. . . .
Doug knew it too, and he moved quickly on the bed. Without letting go of the mountainous tits he held, he turned his body so his crotch was near the woman's face. He saw the quick start of shock, saw her mouth open as he scurried over her head. His cock was hanging right over her face . . . over her open mouth . . . he lowered his hips, brushed his balls over her nose and let her have the prick on her eager tongue. Jeez, she was really hot. Frankie was driving her crazy with his mouth at her pussy. Her whole body was shivering and shaking as the wildfire went out of control.
Oooo-she had his dick now, her lips and tongue were hot for it, she was sucking him like crazy . . . god . . . she was a hot one . . . he could feel his own body stir and try to meet her demands. He was going to get a hard-on . . . he could tell.. . Jeez, he wished his goddamn balls would drop so he could cum all the way . . . he liked this, but he was eager for the real thing.. . he felt the hot liquids begin to churn in his guts, felt the muscles of his cock become taut and pull the organ rigid.
Her lips shoved back his foreskin, gripped it hard to hold it out of her way while she tongued the tip of his cock with swift spearing motions. She ran Iher teeth lightly over the head, caught them at the ridge that separated his cock head from its shaft. God, she was hungry for boy cock, she was going at him like a starving man goes for food . . . ummmm, it felt good. . . .
Frankie had seen the other boy move up over the woman's face. Lucky bastard . . . he wouldn't mind having her suck his cock.. . hey, she was grabbing for him He moved, let her clamp her hot fist around his prick, tug and work at it. Yeah. Uuummm, it felt good . . . good enough to make him want more. He jammed his tongue up her cunt and made her shiver all over. She squeezed harder on his prick. The damned thing was still soft.. . shit.. . come on, Miz Lewis, give me a hard-on . . .
Her finger delved under the foreskin as though in answer to his silent plea, searched out the smooth silky head of his cock, poked gently at the tiny crevice. Was that a drop of moisture. . . ? Yeah, ummm, now he could feel it. . . his guts were tightening . . . she was stiffening his cock . . . hey, that was good. If she got it hard enough, he'd stick it up her cunt.. . jeez, she'd go crazy over that! Even if he couldn't cum with real stuff . . . he knew she'd like the hot poker jabbing around is her.. . go on, Miz Lewis, make my dick get hard . . . yeah.. . .
Emily sucked at the lovely boy cock Does offered her. She was wild with passion and need now, her insides knotted and quivering like a virgin bride. Only she wasn't a virgin. She was a middle-aged woman who knew exactly what pleasures her body was capable of giving her. Only the intensity of her desire . . . her lust.. . had been forgotten in the barren years of living alone. She had always had to excite herself with King, do all the preliminary work, all the buildup to passion, all the erotic play. With the dog, her own imagination and hopes played the major part in the fun. Now it was different.
Now these two delightful children were doing it all for her. They were exciting her . . . they wanted her.. . they were playing and teasing, driving her wild, fulfilling. Frankie's eager lips and tingling tongue jabbed at her again, lapped at her clitoris, sent Shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She was going to cum again. . . Aaarrggghhh, aaaggghhh!! She felt the cock in her mouth grow turgid and it seemed to add to her pleasure as her orgasm exploded. The cock she sucked pushed all the way into her throat, seemed to fill her mouth so she could hardly breathe. If she looked up, she saw the lovely soft sacs of Doug's scrotum over her face, felt the warm pressure of his legs at the sides of her head, smelled the male aroma, the child smell of him. It excited her to see him, to feel him.
The prick in her hand was stiffening gradually, The silky smooth hairless skin was stretching as the organ filled and expanded. It was so heavenly to touch, to feel. The loose layer of foreskin moved back and forth so easily under her fist, sliding along the length of the organ now that it provided a stiff core. Mmmmmm, she felt the thin skin ripple over the bulge of the cock head. She felt the boy's body tremble, felt his spasm of pleasure translate itself into harder jabs with his tongue in her cunt. He nuzzled his face hard into the hot wet tunnel, sucked loudly at the juices she poured out, drank them greedily. Emily felt the quick tumult of another orgasm. She was cumming again . . . God, she was cumming again.. . .
She lay drenched in the delight of her body, only dimly aware that the two boys were moving. Gasping for air, she let Doug's cock slip out of her mouth as he backed off her. Frankie raised his face from the V of her thighs and grinned at her. His mouth was flecked with drops of her white thick cum juice, and he licked at them eagerly. He moved over her, pulling his stiffened cock from her hand. She was too weak to resist. He straddled her leg, climbed into the wide V he had vacated with his mouth.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said with a grin.
She nodded. Of course. She wanted him to fuck her more than anything.. . more than anything, she wanted to feel the slim hard child cock penetrate her lonely cunt. . . feel it fill her with delight and make her cum . . . she spread her left wider and watched him position himself between them He grabbed his cock in his own fist and aimed it toward the ripe red folds of her vulva. That hot tip was like fire touching her erotic flesh.
"Yeeeesssss-" She gasped and urged her body closer to him.
"She wants it, Frankie, she wants it real bad-" Doug leaned closer to watch the operation. He was grinning almost as widely as Frankie.
Emily whispered her lust. "Yeeesss-put it in, oohh, put it in! I need it!! "
Frankie pushed and the hot smooth glossy tip of male flesh pierced the gate of her lust. She gulped, shuddered with delight, raised her hips to force the entry. This time the boy slammed hard against her cunt, driving the prick its full length into her. She cried out with animal lust.
Grinning, blond hair flopping over his face, Frankie shafted his cock in and out of the hot hugging tunnel of love. She was really wet and running now, eager to take all he could give her. Her cunt was begging for it, clamping muscles on his javelin, trying to suck out the load he didn't have. Nice. God, he was hot too . . . it almost felt like he did have a wad of cum to give her . . . the rigid organ seemed ready to shoot off. He watched her big tits bounce and jiggle as she met his drives. He'd never seen any quite as big as hers, with those big red caps and the hard jutting nipples. She was a sexy lay . . . look at her go. . . .
"Holy crap, I'm getting hot watching you," Doug said hoarsely. "Save some for me, I wanna fuck her too-oh, man, ride her, Frankie! Look at her go!"
Emily heard the voices and they added to her pleasure. She was hot, she did want to be fucked . . . oh, it had been so long, so very long . . . yes.. . fuck me . . . she cried the words over and over in her mind and aloud.
The orgasm that erupted in her as Frankie fucked her was something she had never dreamed would happen to her again. For a moment, she was back in the summer house with Danny . . . loving and being loved.. . getting all the joy she could obtain, all the pleasure she sought. Her mind reeled, her body throbbed. "Aaarrrggghhh, uuuummmmm, oooohhhhh, yeeeeessss!! ! " Her uterus seemed to spew hot lava through her belly. Her cunt flooded with cum fire. The boy's prick sloshed in the thick wet cum juice, grew even hotter and drove even deeper. He was grunting and moaning now as he slapped his boy cock at her, drove it deep, pulled at its youthful muscles. Emily felt the sudden spurt of energy as the organ contracted, tightened and finally found its release.
"Oooowww, aaaahhhh!! " Frankie wailed as his preadolescent sex organ jerked with spasms of pure joy. The fluids stored in his boyish glands spurted without semen, spewed in the wet hot tunnel of! the woman. His body flailed, perspired. It was a long time before he slowed.
It was Doug who made the next move. "Off, man, let me in that cunt. Holy Christ, I'm hard and hot." He shoved the other boy aside, making him sprawl across Emily's leg and fall onto the bed in exhaustion. Doug took the spot the other left open for him. He had no trouble at all getting his rigid prick into the swamp hole of Emily's pussy. God, she was wet and slimy, hotter than hell. His cock I slithered between the wet lips of her cunt, sank into the pulpy hot morass of her vagina. He thought he could feel his cock hit the walls of the slippery wet organ, but a moment later he couldn't be sure. It was like being swallowed up by a hungry mouth. The woman's body sucked at him, pulled his sex organ, clamped at it like hungry jaws. He I shivered with anticipation and began to ride the lovely cock horse. She smiled and caught his hips with her hands.
"Yes.. . more, I want more. . . . " She was I gasping for breath, still shaken by the mighty orgasm the younger boy had given her. It merged j with the hot new desire that was already building, the need for more boy cock, more fucking, more cumming. She lifted her legs and gripped the boy tightly with them.
"Yeaaah," he said hoarsely. "Gonna fuck . . . all you want.. . yeaaahh . . . ooohhh, man, that's good . . . very good.. . . "
They concentrated on their copulation then, intent on deriving all the pleasure they could, each pleasing and being pleased at the same time. Emily bit her lip, felt the hot and heavy lust grow in her belly. Each time the boy pushed his prick into her, he leaned forward, pressed hard on her clitoris and sent shafting shivering waves of passion through her. Yes, she was going to cum, she was going to cum again . . . she could feel the hard need burn at her guts, feel it pound in her veins for release, feel it build until she couldn't stand it any more.
Then all pain was gone, only pleasure remained. Her orgasm flooded her, filling every cell of her body, tingling with high-current intensity through her belly and along her limbs. She heard the screams, the cries, didn't know she was making them
"Oooo, mmmmmm, aaarrrggghhh, yeeessss! MORE! NOW!! MORE!! " The boy humped harder and faster, filling his own need, taking the heat and wonder of her cunt for his own pleasure. His boy cock swelled mightily and strained into the depths of the huge gulping canyon of her cunt. Then he felt the triggered spasm of his muscles, felt the sweet hot relief as his body spilled out pre-seminal fluid and it mingled with the thick hot juice of the woman. He gasped, rode her harder . . . drained his cock and his energy before he finally slowed, came to rest, flopped down on the big warm tits that cushioned him to her body.
For a long time, the room was quiet except for the heavy gasping breaths of the trio. Emily stared at the ceiling, aware of the weight of the child on her naked flesh, pressing her hard nipple into the domes of her breasts . . . also aware of the warmth of the other child near her leg. No one spoke. No one needed to then. Each had tasted the full pleasure of love.
CHAPTER SIX
Emily came back to reality slowly. Her entire body throbbed with the delights the two children had given her. She had forgotten what it felt like to be so satisfied, so pleased, so loved. She felt the boy atop her move, roll sideways and flop to the bed. Her arm was pinned under him and she squeezed him gently. She sighed.
Doug sat up and looked at her with a huge grin. Behind him, Frankie came to life and propped himself on one elbow and also stared at Emily. The two young faces were a pleasure to see. Emily smiled.
"Oh, my, I don't know what to say-" She almost expected to blush. She had never felt like this. So close to anyone, yet almost a stranger. She barely knew these two boys who had ventured into her life so abruptly and changed it so completely.
"Man, that was something!" Frankie said in awe.
"I-" Emily couldn't find words.
Doug grinned and flicked a finger at one of her tits playfully. "Yeah, that was really something! You're good fucking, Miz Lewis."
Emily sat up. "I'm still so surprised, I don't know what to say."
Doug shrugged his thin shoulders and lifted a hand to brush back the brown hair that had fallen across his forehead. "What's to say? We all really dug the scene. Why not?"
"But-" Her conscience was filled with questions to be asked and answers to be given. She couldn't pretend this had been nothing out of the ordinary. She looked at each of them and tried to read their expressions but couldn't. "How--? where--? Oh, dear, what I mean is, you seem so experienced at-this sort of thing-I never dreamed-"
Doug made a face and shrugged again. "You made the first move in the bathroom when you began fooling around with Frankie."
Now she did blush. She had done that. . . she had given in to her hidden lust in those moments, she had exposed her need and her desire, had been tempted by the young boy's flesh and her own weakness.
Doug waited until she looked up at him. "Look, Miz Lewis, we ain't objecting. Heck, me and Frankie enjoyed it, didn't we, Frankie?"
The other boy nodded quickly and grinned at Emily. "Sure did. She's a lot better than-" He broke off and glanced at the other boy guiltily.
Emily tried to learn more. "You've done this before? Been with someone else?"
"Sure." Doug was very matter-of-fact about it.
Emily was confused. "How old are you?"
"I'm almost twelve, Frankie's ten."
Babies.. . yet not virgins.. . who?? Who had taught these two so many tricks to please a woman?
"Are you brothers?" she asked.
"Naw, but we've been together for a long time now. Before Mrs. Carter's, we were at another place."
"A foster home?"
"Yeah. We stayed less than a year. It was bad, a really bad scene." He glanced at Frankie who nodded his agreement. "At least at Mrs. Carter's we had a bed."
Emily couldn't believe her ears. She reached out and touched the boy's arm. "Poor things."
He shrugged, matter-of-fact again. "'Course, we had to share it." He grinned all of a sudden and behind him Frankie laughed softly.
Emily looked from one to the other, not knowing what to say next. Then she caught the meaning of Doug's words. He was telling her where they'd learned to fuck. She smiled then. "With whom?"
"Ellie."
"Ellie?"
Both heads bobbed assent. Frankie ran his pink tongue over his lips and said, "Ellie taught us a lot of things."
"Just who was Ellie? Mrs. Carter?"
"Naw," Doug said. "Ellie was a foster kid, like us. But older. Sixteen. And she'd been plenty of places and done plenty of things. I think Mrs. Carter knew what we were up to but like I said, as long as the checks came regularly and we didn't cause her no trouble, she didn't care."
Emily swallowed hard. "Tell me about Ellie."
Doug smiled disarmingly. "She liked to fuck, and she liked a lot of it. She wanted to fuck every night. When she didn't get it anywhere else, she'd take us."
"Both of you?" Emily's voice was a whisper, partly from awe and partly from nervousness. She had never heard of children like these-these two lovely boys and the wanton girl who had given them carnal knowledge.
"Sure, she liked it that way. Like we did to you. Ellie used to tell us exactly what to do and we'd do it. She taught us how to eat pussy, how to suck tit, how to play with her until she was so excited she couldn't stand it."
Emily nodded. Like they had done to her.
'Then we'd screw her. Lots of ways."
It took two tries for Emily to force the question out. "Lot-lots of ways? What do you mean?"
Doug grinned impishly and ran his hand along the inner flesh of her thigh. His finger teased momentarily at the hair of her crotch. "We rode her, like we just did you. Sometimes she'd tell Frankie to stick his fingers up inside her cunt while I fucked her."
Emily's mouth went dry.
"Once she made both of us do it at the same time. It was hard to get in there, but she liked it. We both fucked her at the same time."
"No-" Emily hadn't meant to speak aloud.
"Yeah, really, right Frankie?"
"Yeah, it was something." Frankie said, still grinning. "But I liked it when I fucked her asshole." Emily gaped.
Doug touched her throbbing wet labia lightly, rubbing gently as though to soothe her. "Yeah, that really was tight. I guess I like that best, too." He poked his finger into the wet swamp of her cunt and moved it along the spongy walls. "You like asshole fucking, Miz Lewis?" he said.
She stared. "I don't know . . . I've never had anyone do it.. . . " She had to wet her lips with her tongue. The admission sounded pathetic to her own ears. These two children had far more experience than she in matters of sex. It was incredible. She had never realized what a sheltered love life she had led with Jeff. He had been a good lover, perhaps a bit restrained and unimaginative. The night with Danny in the summer house had been her biggest sexual adventure . . . and it had had an aftermath of horror that had left her scarred and numb.
Frankie sat up, moved closer. "If you let us stay, well do it-huh?"
"What?"
"Oh, shut up, Frankie-" Doug was impatient with the younger boy. Doug turned back to Emily. "What he means is we'd like to stay here with you a while-if that's okay, Miz Lewis. We don't have any place to go, and it's hard walking all the time. We don't dare try to hitch a ride. The fuzz will catch us and drag us back to Mrs. Carter. And we don't want to go back there, do we, Frankie."
"No, never."
"But, someone will look for you," Emily said. "You can't simply vanish. The welfare department will check-"
"Not right away. Please, can we stay? Frankie's scared of the dark and he blubbers every night-"
"I do not!" the younger boy said angrily.
"Aw, you do too. What's the matter with that? I used to be scared when I was a kid like you, nuthin' wrong with that." Doug patted the other boy's arm reassuringly. The anger left Frankie's face. Doug turned back to Emily. "You live here all alone, you said so. Why can't we just stay with you?"
"I-I don't know-maybe for a little while."
"Good. Okay then, it's settled. Wanna wash up first or should we?" Doug was already on his feet and pulling Frankie after him.
"You-you go ahead," Emily said, dazed. She watched the two boys walk into the bathroom and begin to scrub at their genitals with the washcloths. They stood at the sink, taking turns over the bowl, then taking turns urinating before they returned to the bedroom. Still dazed, Emily slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. This time she closed the door. She needed time to think, to be away from the staring, hopeful eyes that watched her every move.
She cleaned herself slowly, trying to make sense of the things that had happened. It had all been so fast-she had been swept away on a wave of emotion and passion. She had not thought out any moves, made any plans beyond the moment. Now the two children talked of staying. Doug was very sure of himself, and somehow, Emily had the feeling that something had been just beneath the surface of the words they'd just spoken, something had been left unsaid. She stared at her face in the mirror over the sink. Her eyes had lost their haunted look for the first time in seven years. The two boys had made her happy, erased her fears and put her at ease. Even the dark scars on her face seemed lighter and less noticeable. She smiled. Neither of the boys had even mentioned the scars. It was as if they had not been able to see the disfiguring marks of which she was so conscious.
In less than two hours, her whole life was changed. It was a miracle. And Doug and Frankie had wrought it. She couldn't let them go-couldn't let them leave her now that she had discovered the magic of their being.
In the back of her mind the nagging doubts tried to push forward but she wouldn't let them. Of course there would be problems about the welfare people. She would have to see what she could do about that. She knew nothing of the workings of the law or its agencies, but there had to be a way to get permission to keep the two children. She wanted them. She wanted them to be hers-always.
Sighing, she washed her face with cool water, brushed her hair until it gleamed with new highlights. She pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward. They found her attractive. Maybe she would diet a little, take off the pounds that bulged at her waist, her hips just a little . . . After all, she wasn't old, barely middle aged. Forty-three, still a young woman. She had her whole life ahead of her, a life to live and love.
She studied her face in the glass again, still slightly surprised that she could look at herself so squarely. She had avoided mirrors for many years.
Admit it, Emily Lewis, she told herself, what just happened in the bedroom is what made the difference. Sex. That's what you need and want.
She bit her lip, still staring. Yes, it was true. She did want sex. Now that she had tasted it again, she knew that she had to have it. She would never again be able to hide from the world with only her dog for company.
She would let the boys stay. . . And for a few days, she would do nothing about contacting anyone about them . . . No one would look for them here. . . Later, after the first hot glow of delight eased a bit, she would take care of the details that had to be handled.
She turned and snapped off the light as she went back into the bedroom.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Emily woke in the morning, the sun was a long slash on the blue carpet where the light came between the drapes. She opened her eyes slowly, aware of the difference of the day from most. She was warm and comfortable . . . and not alone. With a rush of pleasure, she remembered the two boys who had come into her life the night before. They were here in the big bed with her. One on each side, their young bodies were curled against hers, their heat radiating through her. She controlled her breathing, scarcely daring to move, lest she disturb either of them. It was wonderful to feel their silky skin against her own. Her arm was over Frankie's hip as he lay with his back to her. Behind her as she lay on her side, Doug's body followed the curves of her. She could feel the gentle rhythmic breaths on her back as his face lay against her flesh. And she was sure the warm softness on her buttocks was the child's genitals. Yes, she was sure she was feeling the tiny pressure of his dormant cock at the crevice of her ass. Her breath came a little faster at the thought.
She moved her hand very slowly and carefully until it was at Frankie's crotch. With gentle patience, she curled her fingers over his penis, lifting it into her fist and cupping it tenderly. The child stirred, sighed sleepily and resumed his pattern of sleep. Emily smiled and stared at the back of his blond head. He looked nothing at all like Danny but he reminded her of her son nevertheless. Only their fair complexions were the same and their blond hair and blue eyes. She felt a wave of tenderness flood her.
She felt something else too. Her belly was warm and excited. Just waking with these two delightful creatures close to her was making her horny. She felt the tight muscles of her uterus begin to ooze their secretions of need. A patch of wetness was already appearing between her pressed thighs. Her breast quivered as she recognized the pleasant sensation. It was not the aching need that had wracked her for seven years. It was not the need that pained because it had to go unfulfilled. This was very different, very different indeed. This warm wanting had a purpose, had someone to ease it. Her fingers moved very slowly on Frankie's cock. It was soft and limp, pliable in her hand and very warm. She wanted to grab him hard, kiss him, taste his body and love him . . . she held her breath a moment until the wild urge subsided. She wanted to savor the delight of knowing the two children were there . . . and she could have them again.. . .
She pulled gently on the cock and felt the foreskin slide back to let the head emerge. Frankie's breathing pattern did not change. She had not wakened him, was not disturbing him at all. She wondered if the girl-what was her name?-Ellie-had played with him this way while the child slept. Or was it just the natural deep sleep of youth that let him dream on. My God! She was not alone! She was not alone! She woke up with two darling, loving boys in bed with her!! ! It still all seemed like a dream . . . but if it were, she hoped she never woke up.
She lost track of time as the sun crept across the blue carpet and started up the far wall. Her bedroom had never seemed so bright, so cheerful. So many mornings she had wakened to dull aching pain of loneliness. Now, suddenly, it was gone. She was happy again.
She barely felt it at first. Doug's dick began to move in slow motion. It was like a warm breath on her flesh, very gentle, barely felt. But she became increasingly aware of the tiny pressure that was building. She stayed her hand on Frankie's prick and held her breath, listening for the sound of Doug's breathing. Was he awake? Or was his body stirring out of some inborn instinct? She tried to think back to Danny. Had he ever had an erection when he woke? She couldn't say. She had never slept with him, never known him at the instant of waking. She knew that men often woke with hard-ons.
Jeff had always said he liked sex in the mornings best of all. He enjoyed coming awake fully aroused, his cock bulging and ready for her. Many times, he had come up behind her, much the way Doug was now, and managed to stab the hard cock into her cunt from behind. By the time she would come fully awake, he was already screwing her, pressing his hot body at her ass, tugging at the walls of her vagina from a new angle, stabbing deep into her body so he speared at the inner muscular contraction that sealed off the entry to her uterus. That made her very sexy very fast. It always did.
She used to claw at the bedclothes, press her body hard on his spearing shaft of passionate flesh, let him slam the hard cock into her hot hugging hole until she thought she would die. She muffled her screams in her pillow, gasping and heaving for air as her lust rose to the pinnacle. Then Jeff would grunt as his need exploded and his hot sperm load gushed from his stabbing organ and filled her belly. The hot flood of cum was always an intense pressure, forcing through her cunt and upward into her uterus. It was always enough to trigger her own orgasm instantly. And her cumming was always a blazing hot lusty throbbing delight. She screamed into the pillow, heaved her ass with his gyrating body, stabbed herself deeper onto his eager organ. It was always good. Always. . . .
Yes, she was sure now. The little cock at her ass was aroused, struggling up from its deep sleep. The sheer luxury of being fucked in the morning before she was out of bed was an idea that Emily had never thought she would enjoy again. But the child's cock was getting hard, hard enough to be of some use to her. She would be gentle, careful. The boy's sexual development was not yet full, and she would have to encourage him to keep the hard-on he'd started. She thought about last night and the way he had stayed hard for so long. When he was full-grown, a man as far as his sexual apparatus was concerned, he would be something, really something! And if she had her way, she would be around to enjoy it!
Now she eased back against his bent body, pushing her rump into the curve of his crotch. Yes, the cock poked at her. Was he awake? She moved slightly a second time. She was rewarded with an instant pressure from his body. He was awake-sleepy but coming alive. He knew what her body was saying. He pressed his dick at her ass, rubbed his body along hers in encouragement. Emily smiled as he moved his hand over the mound of her hip and felt between her thighs for her cunt. His little fingers tangled in her pubic hair, worked through the thatch and touched her throbbing warm vulva. Her breath grew hot in her lungs and burst out in a small gasp. The boy's fingers worked between the thick lips of her cunt, found the warm wet tissues beyond, played in the growing pool of love juice that was coming from her. He found her clitoris and manipulated it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it, pinching it gently, exciting her beyond reason. She was breathing very hard now, scarcely able to control the heaving of her breasts against the other child in her arms.
Oooohhh, she was soooo hot, so very, very hot.
This delightful boy was turning her on high. She was shaking already, shaking with desire and lust. She wanted to feel him all over her, in her, yes, in her. Put your fingers up in me, oh please, finger fuck me . . . she prayed silently.
As though hearing her, Doug moved again. His fingers delved between the hot curtains of her cunt, slipped up into the spongy wet cavern of her need. He poked hard into the muscle, first at one spot, then another. He felt each inch of the deep canyon of lust. She was quivering deep inside, feeling her need in the depths of her body and soul. The heel of Doug's hand was pressed hard against her clitoris, maintaining the delightful pressure that excited her continuously. The child was an expert. A fantastic lover, far more experienced than most men . . . she liked what he did.
She felt his hand move down her back, between their bodies, over her ass. Then he pried at her buttocks, separating the heavy spheres, searching for her asshole. Again, her breath coiled hotly in her throat. She remembered the question and the promise of last night. Would he.. . ? Yes, she felt it already-the hot hard little knob of male flesh pushing at her asshole . . . no . . . it was his finger! His hot hard little finger was on the tight drawn muscle of her rectum! Ooohhh, it didn't want to give . . . he pushed harder, forcing the stubby digit at the puckered flesh until it began to open for him. Emily took a deep breath and felt the muscle relax and the finger shove into her body. The heady wave of wracking lust that it brought caught her off guard.
Her own hand, still on Frankie's dormant dick, jerked in a spasm around the organ. The boy stirred slightly, moaning softly in his sleep. She forced her fingers to free the snared bird of paradise. She let her hand lay gently over the hot mound. Behind her, Doug's new movements were plenty to occupy her full attention. She kept her mouth open and breathed deeply through it. His hard hot finger was creating a pressure all the way through her belly. It was as if her asshole were directly plugged in to her cunt, a live wire running between them His moving, caressing fingers played a lovely tune in her wet tunnel while his other lone finger searched the dry depths of her asshole. She was ecstatic.
Doug moved again, withdrawing his finger but immediately grabbing his cock and pushing it against the spot he had just vacated. Oooohhhh, yeeeesss . . . do it. . . do it. . . The hot slightly damp head of his young organ pressed at her rectum, the tight muscle forced the soft head out of shape, tried to resist it. The boy pressed harder. The stem of his sex organ was rigid enough to withstand the pressure, and he urged his cock at the sphincter. With determination, he arched his back, demanded entry . . . and finally Emily felt the muscle open again to admit him. My God, the heat and delight was shocking.. . she had never felt anything like it. Her body wanted to shake, press hard to him, but she lay very still and waited for his cues.
The hand in her cunt was still until he was all the way in her asshole with his prick. Then he began a new beat of brazen play in both parts of her body. With short spastic motions, he fucked her asshole with the hot dry tool. At first it felt as if she would be torn apart, but somehow there was no pain. Only the hot lusty need, that somehow seeped wetness into the arid hugging tunnel. Maybe it was from him . . . she didn't know . . . she didn't care.. . .
She was so horny she wanted to scream. She bit her lips, clenched her teeth tightly. Doug's fingers were deep in her again, demanding and getting the juices her body poured out. Emily could hear the wet smacking sounds as his fingers pried and delved in her, letting air escape from her body as he filled the space within her. His hand still pressed on her trigger of passion and she was growing wilder by the second. The hard hot tool in her back door was driving her wild . . . she was so sexy . . . so hot.. . yeeesss.. . aaaahhhh, yeeeessss, she was going to cum! This fantastic wonderful child was making her cuuuuummmm!!
She heard the sounds, bit her lips and tried to smother them, but she was beyond managing it. Her whole body quivered and was caught up in the desperate need of the moment, seeking and finding the release of orgasm it needed so badly. The carnal pleasure of cumming for the first time by having a cock in her asshole sent Emily into a whirling madness of frenzy. Her hands clutched spasmodically, grasping at the other child's private parts. The limp warm prick and the soft loose sacs of his scrotum filled her hand and she squeezed her own pleasure into them. Behind her, Doug was still humping at her asshole, still working at her cunt. She could feel his face pressed against her back, his hot breath spurting and splashing over her naked flesh. She pulled Frankie close against her breasts, delighting in the hard pressure of his thin back against the hot nipples and huge domes of flesh. Her breath scorched over the child's head, ruffling his golden hair.
She was gasping heavily, filled with new pleasure from the intensity of the orgasm, shaking as it began to ebb and leave her damp with perspiration and pleasure. Very gradually, she released her pressure on Frankie and took a deep breath. Her entire body quivered with the rippling waves of fulfilled lust. She had come mightily, wonderfully, totally. She still felt the pressure of the boy's cock in her asshole. He had not pulled out. The tiny organ held her rectal muscle open, exerting constant pressure on it. The sensation was very pleasant. She realized then that she had enjoyed the new experience completely and ecstatically. She sighed, a long fluttering breath that told her pleasure.
Doug's face moved on her back. His lips puckered and he kissed a trail of moist kisses along her spine. Emily moaned softly.
"Aaaahhh.. . . "
"Did he fuck you?" It was Frankie's small voice from the burrow of bedclothes.
"Mmmmm, yes, yes.. . he did.. . Oh, Doug.. . . "
The boy retraced the trail he had made on her naked flesh with his lips. Emily shivered with delight. It was still difficult to believe this was really happening to her. Yet it was so physical, she knew it had to be real. These wonderful boys---
"In the asshole?" Frankie inquired softly.
Darling child. "Yes . . . in the asshole . . . Oh, it was sooo goood, so wonderful.. . . "
"You really liked it, huh?" Frankie turned around under the pressure of her arm and looked at her with a smile.
"Yes, darling, I really liked it.. . . " Emily hugged him to her and he immediately opened his mouth and captured one of her swollen tits and began to nuzzle at it. She pulled him hard against her as she felt the rush of new warmth fill her. After a moment, Frankie pulled off the tit, looked up at her. Looking down at him, his head resting close to her bosom, Emily felt very protective and motherly.
"Can we stay then, Miz Lewis? Can we? Huh?" His huge blue eyes were cool bits of cloudless sky on the new horizon of her life.
Emily smiled. "Yes, darling, you can stay."
Frankie grinned and put his mouth back to her tit. Doug worked his lips upward to her neck and nibbled at it gently. Emily sighed and nestled between them
CHAPTER EIGHT
When they got up some time later, Emily showered first. When she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she opened the closet and picked a cotton dress in a bright yellow print. She had not worn it for a long time, longer than she cared to recall. It was part of her past, when she'd been happy. But now she was happy again.
She turned to the dresser and looked for clean underwear. When she turned back, Doug was watching her. He smiled. "Don't get dressed," he said softly.
She blinked with surprise. "Why, I thought I'd go down and fix breakfast while you and Frankie wash and dress."
Both boys were smiling at her steadily. "But you don't have to get dressed to do it. . . . "
"What--? ? "
Frankie walked over to her and ran his hand along the curve of her hip and buttocks. "We like to look at you," he said. "Please, don't put any clothes on to cover yourself."
"But I-" Walk around naked? The idea had never occurred to Emily. She had never done such a thing before.
"This house is way out and all alone. No one comes by unexpectedly-except maybe us! Frankie grinned and ran his hand down the crack of her ass and part way between her legs. "If anyone comes, you can put something on. But we like you the way you are. Please?"
Emily stared speechlessly. She glanced at the two slim nude forms, the lovely little bodies that were a feast for her deprived eyes. Then she smiled "All right. None of us will dress! It's warm today we won't get cold."
Frankie squeezed her ass and Doug grinned
"Now you two shower and comb your hair There are extra toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet. Pick one each. I'll go down and start breakfast. How does pancakes and sausage sound?"
"Wow! Great!" They yelled in unison, their eye alight. "Pancakes!"
"Don't be too long," Emily said and dropped the clothes she was holding onto the chaise lounge
She slipped her feet back into the furry white slippers and went downstairs.
Breakfast was a gay happy affair, with the three of them around the sunny table eating heartily. Emily enjoyed seeing the two youngsters dive into the stack of hotcakes with relish. They enjoyed every bite, poured ounces of syrup on their plates until the pancakes were floating in it. She didn't scold. It was too much fun watching them, knowing they were going to stay.
After breakfast she stacked the plates in the dishwasher and spent a few minutes upstairs straightening the bedroom. Then she took the boys on a tour of the property. Still naked, they scampered around and ahead of her, running along the path, hiding behind trees, splashing their feet in the icy water of the stream. She would stock it again with fish, she thought. They'd enjoy fishing. Maybe she would have a spot widened and dug out to form a small pool where they could really swim.. . . They asked questions about the burned ruins of the summer house. Very quietly, Emily sketched the bare facts of the fire and the deaths of her son and husband. The two boys nodded wisely and said nothing. They were much older then their years in many ways. It was as if they knew instinctively that talking about that painful part of her life was taboo. By the time they passed the clearing, they were laughing again. The boys skittered ahead and were out of sight for a few minutes. When they reappeared, King was with them.
"Hello, boy." Emily said as the animal bounded toward her, nuzzling his snout against her legs and lifting his slim head to be petted. She had forgotten she had turned him out loose last night. He would be hungry, she would feed him at the kennel. The dog poked his muzzle at her crotch, and Doug giggled.
"Look at that! You suppose he wants some--? " He broke off at the startled look on Emily's face. "I'm sorry, Miz Lewis, I didn't mean anything."
"It's-all right-" It had just been a childish kind of joke. Suddenly, Emily knew she would not be ashamed to admit even that truth to these two boys. She smiled.
Frankie blurted out, "Ellie used to tell us that a dog can fuck a woman. She said she tried it once one of the men she knew had a big dog. I don't believe it though, do you?"
For a moment Emily didn't answer. Then she patted King's head and started to walk slowly up the driveway, past the place where the dog had caught the two boys last night. Was it only twelve hours ago? It seemed as thought these two were part of her life that had always been. Now she smiled and said, "It's true. I don't know about Ellie, but what she said about dogs is right."
"Really? Aw-" Frankie looked incredulous.
Doug cast Emily a sidelong glance, then looked at the animal trotting beside her contentedly. Sure, he thought, she knows because she's done it! He knew, just looking at her now with the dog that the animal had fucked the woman! Living all alone out here in this lonely place, why not? He smiled slightly. He liked the idea. He would like to see it done. She looked at him then, and he knew she recognized his new knowledge from his expression. Her eyes held his glance for several seconds, telling him things her lips did not. She would let them watch . . . soon. Doug nodded and Emily smiled.
Back at the house, Emily took the path that led to the kennel. The two boys and the dog followed her. She showed Doug and Frankie how to fill King's dish, put out fresh water for him. The dog sat watching, waiting the command that would allow him to eat. Both the boys marveled at how well trained the dog was. Neither had ever seen anything but street mongrels before, and this sleek, beautiful animal who obeyed spoken and silent commands was a wonder to them.
When King began to eat, Emily and the boys went back to the house. She left the door of the kennel run open so King could wander at leisure. She rarely locked him in any more. She preferred his watchfulness in the grounds surrounding the house at night. And there was little need to lock him in during the daytime.
The sun was high and warm by the time they went indoors again. Emily worried that Frankie's fair skin might burn, but he assured her that he tanned nicely and had never peeled. He had acquired a few light scratches across his shoulders and buttocks walking along the path in the woods. Emily dabbed them with antiseptic despite his protests.
She fixed lunch for them and counted her own calories as she ate cottage cheese. She would feel better without the extra pounds, and she would look better. It gave her a great deal of pleasure watching the two youngsters attack the stew, sandwiches and milk she set out for them. She would have to shop, lay in a good supply of food. At the rate these two consumed it, her cupboard would be empty quickly.
Shopping meant going into the city. She didn't like that. For seven years, she had been going as seldom as possible, stocking up and planning carefully. The huge freezer was full of meat, but she lacked fresh fruit and vegetables, milk . . . bread. Growing boys needed those foods. All right, she would get the car out and drive into the city. She would hide in the anonymity of one of the large supermarkets, fill her basket quickly and be back in not more than an hour.
When she told the boys, they asked to ride along, but she vetoed the idea. She wasn't going to take a chance on someone seeing them and asking questions, or of them being recognized and reported to the welfare department. She wasn't ready to tackle the problem of legal channels yet. After a few days, she would. Right now, she wanted to have them all to herself, love them and make them happy.
It was two o'clock by the time she dressed and got the car out of the garage behind the house. The boys were impressed with the big Cadillac. She let them climb over the leather seats, feel the gleaming chrome and highly waxed body of the car. Soon, she would take them riding and let them enjoy its smooth riding luxury. It was obvious that they had never been treated to such elegance before.
The boys rode as far as the gate with her so they could fasten it behind her. She sat in the car and watched until the lock clicked and they were secure inside the high fence. She had told them to play outside or in the house, as they wished, make themselves at home. The only restriction she had placed was that they stay away from the gate where they might be seen by chance from a passing car.
She drove as fast as she dared along the road and into town.
Inside the gate, the two boys stood behind the shielding shrubbery and watched the big car move out of sight. They were still naked, not having bothered to dress when Emily did. Now, they ran up the driveway and inside the house.
"Wow! What a car," Frankie said.
"Yeah. Man we picked a sweet setup, buddy boy. We got it made this time!" Doug laughed and shoved the younger boy playfully. "Can I pick 'em or can I pick 'em?"
Frankie danced away lightly as the other boy tried to hit him again. He laughed too. It was a sweet setup, better than any they'd ever had before. The house . . . the car . . . the woman . . I everything.
But there was something different about it too. Frankie liked the woman, Emily Lewis. Sure, he'd done what he was supposed to, followed the plan he and Doug worked out to force her to let them stay-but he really thought she was kind of nice. He felt a little sorry for her, losing her kid and husband that way. It must be nice to have a family and hard to lose it. He'd never had a family, not that he could remember anyway. Doug was the closest thing to family he'd ever known.
"Hey, come on," Doug said. "Let's look around and see what we can find."
That was step two of their plan. They always checked a house out as soon as possible and lined up anything that might net them some quick cash when they left. They weren't in any hurry to leave, not when the setup was as soft as this, but they were always prepared.
Doug grabbed Frankie's hand and steered him through the downstairs rooms of the house. They stopped to open drawers, inspect contents. Doug whistled at the stacks of silverware wrapped in soft felt cloths, the imagine linens that obviously had not been used for a very long time. He found some small carved ornaments at the back of the china cupboard that looked expensive. He wondered why she didn't keep the stuff out where she could look at it.
Upstairs, the closed bedrooms were musty and dry. There were some kid's clothes in one of them, a boy's, her dead kid. Nothing would fit him or
Frankie, too small. Maybe some of the socks and stuff would be okay, but none of the dozens of shirts and jeans and coats. Jeez, he'd never seen so many clothes in one place before! He'd never owned that many in his whole life.
Frankie was half hidden in the closet, burrowing at the back. He came out holding up a football and a baseball mitt.
"Hey, lookit what I found!" He grinned and hefted the ball. 'There's all kinds of gear in there."
"Sure, but put it back."
"Awww-"
"Shove it, Frankie, you know the deal. We don't want her to know we've been snooping around while she's gone. Put the ball and mitt back."
The younger boy's smile vanished and he stuck his lower lip out in a pout. But he did as he was told. He never argued with Doug. After all, hadn't Doug kept his promise to take care of him, make sure they always had a place to stay? He dropped the mitt atop the ball and came out of the deep closet again. Maybe he could get Emily Lewis to give him the stuff. Sure, that was it. She liked him, and with a little being nice, extra nice to her, he could coax the toys from her . . . if she hadn't forgotten they were even here.
Doug was already on his way to the next bedroom and Frankie hurried after him with a last longing look at the closet of treasures. In the master bedroom, Doug was lifting the lid of an ornate carved wooden box. He whistled softly.
"What is it?" Frankie asked, moving closer.
"Jewels. Holy shit, look at the stuff!" He dipped his hand into the box and lifted a mass of rings and necklaces that seemed to have been dumped together carelessly.
"Wow!" Frankie was impressed. "Do ya suppose they're real?" His voice was full of awe.
"I dunno, but I'll bet some of them are." Doug held up a ring. "Look at the sparkle. It's gotta be a diamond!" He rummaged and found a brooch with a deep red stone that seemed to trap the light and shoot it back in sparks. He ran his fingertip over the intricate gold filigree and whistled again. He dropped the stuff back into the box and closed the lid. He turned to look at Frankie. "Man, we got it made this time, Frankie. Jeez, I never dreamed it would be this good. Not after all the crazy stories we heard about her in town. I thought sure she'd be some crazy old dame who hated the world and didn't have anything but some musty old furniture and cobwebs." He shook his head. "Man, what a sweet surprise!"
"Yeah. How long do you think we can stay
Doug?" Frankie tried to sound natural. He didn't want Doug to know how much he liked Mrs. Lewis, really liked her.
Doug shrugged. "Depends on a lot of things," he said wisely. He looked thoughtful. "I think maybe the first thing we gotta do is call Ellie."
"Now?" Frankie didn't want to call Ellie. If they did that, the whole deal took on a new light. They were moving fast, ready to fleece the victim.
"Yeah, she'll know what to do."
"Aw, Doug, wait a while. We just got here. It won't hurt anything if we wait a few days."
Doug looked at him with a sly smile. "You sound worried-"
Frankie grinned widely. "Naw, but I like it here. Besides, I want to see the dog fuck her. Did you see the way she looked this morning when she was telling us that it was possible. I know damned well she's been using the dog, having him screw her. That oughta be something to see!"
Doug chewed at his lip. "Yeah, maybe you're right." He grinned too. "Okay, we wait to call Ellie. And we get her to show us the mutt in action. Come on, let's get downstairs before she comes back. I saw some graham crackers in the kitchen. I'm starved."
"Me too, let's go."
CHAPTER NINE
When Emily returned, the boys met her at the door, their eager smiling faces a delight for her to see. She had hurried as much as she could, but there had been so much to buy. She left the car in front of the house and the two boys carried in the packages.
She put away the groceries as the boys emptied the bags for her. She had laid in a good supply of everything she might need and lots of extras. Candy, cookies, desserts. Frankie exclaimed over each new prize he drew from the sacks. It made Emily feel good all over to see him so happy.
She had not limited her shopping spree to food. In the large shopping center, she had also stopped at the department store and selected several shirts and jeans for each of the boys. She'd bought a stack of underwear, socks and even tennis shoes, estimating sizes as best she could. Now the two boys were ecstatic over the new things. They tried everything on. She did fairly well on sizes, she thought. Without her asking, the two boys once again removed the clothes and stacked them neatly. Naked, they grinned at her.
Doug said, "While it's warm, can we stay like this?"
"Of course-"
"You must be tired, Miz Lewis. Why don't you take off your dress and let me and Frankie rub your back?"
She stared at the boy. His large dark eyes were shining and happy. She thought about the wonderful wakening she'd had this morning, about the exciting pleasure of last night. She knew that Doug was offering more of the same. And the idea pleased her. She felt warm and glowing inside, wanting to be nude and close to the naked flesh of the two wonderful discoveries she had made. She nodded, and helped them carry the new things upstairs.
When they laid the clothes on the sofa in the bedroom, Emily frowned and looked around the room. For a moment, Doug panicked as he wondered if they had left something out of place, some indication that he and Frankie had gone through her things. But then she turned to him.
"I think I'll open the other bedrooms later.. . . " She had not considered doing that since the tragic day she had closed them, but now it seemed very natural. They needed more room for the three of them. Not that she didn't like having them here with her all the time, but the other bedroom was bigger. Somehow the ghosts from her past did not threaten her anymore. Not as long as she had Frankie and Doug.
She undressed, hung her things, washed her face and hands with cool water. It had become quite warm outdoors, and the rush of shopping and the unaccustomed excitement had left her slightly warm.
"We could give you a bath," Frankie said with a smile. When she looked surprised, he added, "To cool you off."
"All right.. . . "
Doug ran the water and Frankie experimented with a bottle of bath oil that filled the tub with foam. By the time Emily climbed into the mountain of suds, they were all giggling happily.
She relaxed and laid back in the tepid water. The two boys knelt at the side of the tub, eager hands searching for her body under the covering of bubbles. When Doug began to massage her breasts, she sighed and closed her eyes. His small hands cupped over the huge mounds of flesh, spreading suds thickly and then poking with his fingertip until he unsheathed the buds of her nipples. She felt the tremor of pleasure flow through her body. The tits strained, grew turgid. The corrugated dark areolas pushed out the hard tips, and the boy teased at them with his fingers.
"Mmmmm." It was a sigh of delight.
Frankie's hand moved along the smooth wet thigh and forced itself between her legs. She smiled and moved enough to let him in. The lovely little fingers splashed against her crotch.
"Feel good?" Frankie's soft voice was music to her ears.
"Mmmmm."
He flicked water and his fingers at the heavy bulbous flesh of her pubic mound. He raked his fingers through the tangled brush of wet hair, pressing again on the erotic hill of horny flesh. Frankie watched her face, seeing her delight, reading her preferences and need. Slowly, he moved toward the inner lobes of the labia. He took each thick curtain in his fingers, rubbed it, felt the warmth of her body overcome the cooler temperature of the water. He dug a little deeper, to the nymph, picking and pulling at the smaller curtains with vigor. She gasped and her body tensed with excitement she could not hide. She liked it. She liked it a lot. Frankie smiled and slowly speared his fingers in between the aroused folds of flesh. Even in the tepid water of the tub, she was hot and wet inside. There was no mistaking the quick rush of juice that met his fingers. He pushed hard and sank them in as far as he could.
Doug watched both Frankie and the woman. He knew they were getting her hot, and that was good. She really came on fast and strong when they touched her. It must have been a hell of a long time since she'd had any good fucking and fooling around. She was by far the easiest mark they'd ever made, and the most innocent. He and Frankie had found hot asses before, but they were the hard practiced kind who always wanted to call all the shots, make them work hard to please. Emily Lewis was different. She seemed so grateful for every little pleasure they gave her. Like now. She was really digging what Frankie was doing between her legs.
He grinned at the other boy and stepped up his own erotic play at her body. He lifted a big tit, hefted its weight, rubbed his palm along the under surface where it lay against her chest. She really had big ones, just about the biggest knockers he'd ever seen, yet they were not all soft and saggy like some women. She still had good muscles and the tits tried to stay jutting out and pointed but they were dragged down by their own weight. Doug brushed away some of the foam and examined the big dark tip of one tit. Beautiful, really hard and thick, almost the size of this thumb.
Emily moaned softly as the two boys handled her lovingly. She was in a whole new world of pleasure and delight, one from which she never wanted to emerge. Already, she loved these two children and knew she would do anything to keep them. She opened her eyes as she realized Doug was talking to her.
"The water's getting cold, you'd better get out now." He shook the water off his hands and got to his feet, reached for a towel. Slowly, Frankie withdrew his fingers from her very wet and very hot cunt, splashed them in the water, then got up to take another towel that Doug held out to him. The two of them stood waiting to receive her body.
Emily opened the drain and climbed out of the tub. She stood very still and let the two children wrap the towels around her and begin to rub her dry. Such luxury, such pleasure. She had never known anything to equal it in her entire life. Each touch they made at her was erotic and stimulating. They dried her torso, lingering longest at the high melons of her breasts and between her legs. Even the slow sensuous caress over her buttocks thrilled her. She watched them through slitted eyes, afraid to break the spell by talking. After a few minutes, they pulled her toward the bedroom gently.
She was on the bed then, still being loved and caressed. She moaned softly with pleasure as Frankie kissed the flattened expanse of her belly, rubbed his hands over the curve of her hip. His lips began, to work down toward the lower region of her crotch and she knew what was going to happen . . . and she liked the thought.. . she wanted him to kiss her there . . . yes, mmmm, yessss . . . she wanted him to lick her.. . .
She spread her legs and lifted her hips to meet the hungry young lips. Aaaaahhhhh, there. . . yes . . . his lips caught the erotic labia and licked, nibbled at them . . . oooohhhh.. . .
Doug cradled her breast in his hands, rubbed at it as though he were molding clay. Emily's breath caught in her throat and the twin pleasures of her aroused body met deep inside her and began to flow together in a surge of need and hot desire. Yes, her body cried over and over, yes, yes . . . love me. Doug put his mouth to her nipple, sucked at it. The fierce little tugs sent Shockwaves of pleasure through her and she gasped. "Aaaahhhh. . . . ! "
She abandoned herself to the sheer pagan pleasure of the two young mouths and the roaming hands. Frankie's licking lapping tongue was in her cunt now, caressing the spots his fingers had aroused earlier. She felt him pull her erotic folds apart with his hands, press his face deep into the canyon of her body. His hot breath seared her flesh, made her shiver with anticipation. He was all over her then, running his fingers in her pubic hair, patting the thick flesh of her thighs, rubbing his slender body along her legs erotically. Doug was not still either. He was licking and kissing her tits, driving her wild. Then he was moving again, moving over her supine body. She opened her eyes. His little boy cock was right over her face and she opened her mouth for it. But it moved past her waiting tongue. She whimpered, tried to force her head up and capture the retreating tool.
Doug had other plans. He squatted over her chest, his legs barely able to move far enough to encompass her rib cage. His ass was toward her face, right in front of it. He opened the crevice of her tits with his hand, pulling the huge globes sideways to form a canyon between them. He pushed his cock into the deep tunnel, then pressed the twin domes together again, trapping his organ tightly. God, she had such big boobs, the space was a tight hole . . . as tight as her asshole . . . Jeeez!
He began to move his body in the rhythmic motions of copulation, sliding his cock back and forth along the smooth silky skin of the breasts, pressing them hard together so the pressure on his organ was intense. It felt good, so good he knew he would get hard. Yeah . . . he could feel it already.
Under him, Emily gaped at the lovely sight of the smooth boy ass above her face. It was incredible, delectable. Then she realized what he was doing and she felt the loose foreskin of the child's sex organ pull with each motion. My God, she was getting hotter.. . she could feel the thickened head of the organ brush against her flesh hotly. A dribble of moisture seeped from the tiny opening of his cock, smeared on her. It was hot and sticky, and he forced his organ back and forth along the wetness until she thought he would burn a hole in her tits. She had never had this experience before, either. So new and so wonderful.. . mmmm, yeeeessss. She could not resist the tempting ass in front of her face. She forced her head up, stretching her neck and pressing her face into the delightful flesh. His motions hesitated, and she was able to reach out with her tongue and taste the delights of his ass. He moved, lifting his hips slightly but without letting go of the vise-like hold of her tits on his cock. His ass came into range of her tongue, and she speared the oral member into the crevice.
He began to fuck again, and the ass stabbed back and forth at her open mouth in quick tempo. Each thrust of his body allowed her to make brief contact with his asshole, only a brief moment of delicious ecstasy before it moved out of reach again. It drove her crazy. And all the time, Frankie was still eating her pussy. She was on fire, wild and lusting. Her fingers clawed at naked flesh, and she didn't know which of the boys it was. It didn't matter. She needed and wanted both of them desperately. She was moaning in a steady rhythm now, grown hot and horny from the play and wanting it to never end. She felt the strong tensing in her belly, knew that she was going to cum. Yes, yeeeesss, make me cum, make me cuuuummmm.
"Make me cuuuummmm!! " She screamed the words into the air, thrashing her body wildly as her orgasm soared out of control, carried her to blind heights of fulfilled lust. Her body trembled, she fell back on the pillow, screaming and crying out her need and her delight.
"Oooowwww, uuuummmm yeeeessss!! " The tongue and the cock worked at her, giving everything they had promised, everything they had. The bubble of passion exploded in Emily's guts, flooding her with hot spurting secretions, making her quiver and cry again.
"Aaarrrggghhh!! " The molten lava of her need fused with the healing balm of the child's hot spearing tongue in her cunt. She felt the spurt of cum flow from her, felt the child drink it greedily. She could hear the wet smacking sounds of his tongue at her body, lovely wet sounds that pleased her and added new chills of delight to her already shaking body. He somehow managed to slurp up her fluids without releasing the pressure and friction on her clitoris. The lust was still there. It was as if she could never get enough of the lapping hot tongue.
On her chest, the other boy continued his rhythmic titty orgy. She had never known she could derive such pleasure from it. . . . Too exhausted to lift her head and spear her tongue at his ass, she fell back to the pillow and breathed hoarsely through her mouth while Doug continued the sensual new experience. He was moving faster and faster, excited now. She could feel that his cock had grown harder, filled with his boyish need and demanding its own pleasure from her. She watched the bouncing ass on her chest and smiled.
"Do it, darling," she said. "Fuck my tits, oh, yes, fuck my tits. . . . "
Her words drove him to increased activity and his ass bounced like a ball atop her.
"Christ, I'm hot!" Doug whispered in a strained, tight voice.
"Yes, oh, yes," Emily encouraged him.
"Man.. . oh, boy, yeah!! ! ! " He lunged and drove his prick deep into the canyon between the erotic mountains. His excitement burst in a wild explosion of pleasure. His cock shot off its small head of steam, spurted pre-seminal fluid all over the tits as he let go of them in his wild heady pleasure. His body drained, and he fell forward over her body, face pressed into the wet nest of hairy crotch that Frankie had just vacated. He whimpered and gasped for air. It had really felt like a real cum!
Emily dozed, letting her body float on the waves of rippling delight the two children had instilled in her. She was content, happy . . . for the first time in years. She had everything she wanted with these two loving children who pleased her so very much.
How had she existed without them?
She was not aware of the two boys leaving her in the bedroom. The warmth of her own body, and the heat of the room were a pleasant blanket for her tired body and mind, and she slept. When she woke, the room was already deep in shadows. She was alone.
She stretched like a cat, making each muscle taut before relaxing it consciously. Her whole body felt vibrant and alive. When she pressed her legs together, she could still feel the tingles of lovely delight from her clitoris. It was as if she could not get enough loving now. Every time she thought of the two boys she wanted them, her body needed them.
The room had cooled, and Emily got up quickly and washed her face and hands. Now when she looked in the mirror, she no longer saw a dumpy ugly woman in middle age. She saw a radiant face, she saw hope, she saw love. Back in the bedroom, she looked through the closet for something to wear. It was too cool to go naked, as much as the idea appealed to her. She wondered if the boys had dressed-and where they were. She selected a gossamer negligee of pale yellow, slipping her arms into the full sleeves and fastening the snap at the throat. She studied her image in the mirror in the bathroom, noticing the full impression of her breasts against the thin cloth, the dark shadow of her crotch beneath the loose folds. Yes, she liked it. They would like it too. It hid little, yet it gave her the extra warmth she needed. She found yellow scuff slippers in the closet and slipped them on.
Downstairs, the sound of music attracted her to the living room. Frankie and Doug were stretched out on the floor below the stereo, listening to the music. Between them, King lay stretched full length. The dog sensed her presence and lifted his head. The end of his tail thumped against the carpet. Frankie saw the dog's movement and turned toward the door.
"Hi, Miz Lewis. This is keen music."
Doug turned, smiled at her, then rolled onto his back. Both of them had dressed-at least part way. They had slipped on the cotton T-shirts she had bought them but nothing else. Their cute boy asses poked out from the bottoms of the white shirts provocatively. Emily grinned.
"I see you brought King in."
"Isn't that all right?" Frankie asked with a worried frown. His hand went to the dog's flank protectively.
Emily laughed softly. "Of course it is. King often stays in the house with me. He's very well trained."
Doug looked at her strangely and she wondered what he was reading into her remark. Then both boys scrambled to their feet. Between them the dog came up in a fluid motion, tail still wagging.
"It's getting late," Emily said. "I didn't mean to sleep. You should have wakened me."
"You were tired," Doug said, matter-of-factly.
She smiled. "Well, I feel fine now. What do you say I fix up some dinner?"
"I'm starved," Frankie said.
"It won't take long. I thought we'd have some nice steaks."
"Steaks! Wow!" Frankie danced up and down with excitement.
The boys and the dog followed her to the kitchen and watched her work. She moved quickly, setting the steaks in the broiler, shoving a pan of precooked french fries into the oven to heat, and busying herself with the salad while the boys set the table under her direction. The kitchen was filled with voices and laughter, and Emily liked it. It had been a dreary and lonely place for far too long. She had almost forgotten what the sound of laughter was like.
When the food was ready, Emily enjoyed watching the two boys eat as much as she enjoyed her own meal. They attacked the steaks with gusto, gobbled french fries by the handful, licked their lips over the thick creamy salad dressing and crisp vegetables. When she produced the ice cream for dessert they were ecstatic. She drank coffee and watched them, skipping the high calories purposefully.
The boys helped her clear the table and stack the dishes in the washer when they were through. They made a game of it, laughing and joking the whole time. Then they went out, back to the living room. It was a real treat for Emily to sit back and enjoy the companionship she had found. Sitting next to her, Frankie smiled.
"I fed King, just like you showed us," he said proudly.
She rumpled his hair. "That's good. Maybe you can feed him every day. I'd like that."
Frankie glanced at Doug and some signal passed between them. They glanced at the dog, then both looked back at Emily. She was too concerned with her own relaxed delight to notice.
Frankie and Doug had talked while Emily slept. They had agreed that it would be easy to talk her into it once they brought up the idea. They wanted to see how she and the dog fucked. According to
Ellie it was a wild scene-one that she had enjoyed to the fullest. She had spent a long time telling the erotic details, what it felt like, how it sounded. She'd grown excited talking about it, and it had taken a very long time for the two boys to satisfy her afterward. Ellie liked a lot of action in bed . . . like Emily Lewis.
Doug did the talking. "Miz Lewis?"
"Yes?"
"Remember you said a dog could be trained to fuck a woman?"
A flame of red covered Emily's face and neck. In a small voice, she said, "Yes."
"Did you teach King to fuck you?" He asked his question directly, staring right at her.
She could not turn away, and she could not lie. Her tongue was a thick cotton rug in her mouth. With great effort Emily nodded slowly.
Frankie grinned. "Oh, boy."
"Yeah!" Doug moved closer to Emily's feet, sitting on the floor and looking up at her with wide dark eyes. "Me 'n Frankie-well, we'd sure like to see that! Would you-I mean do you think we could?" He licked his lips and his hand touched her bare leg where the robe had parted.
Emily didn't answer right away. She couldn't. It was as if some part of her soul had been uncovered, left standing naked for these two innocents to see. King.. . a part of her life born of loneliness and pain . . . how could she merge it with the new joy she had discovered?
"Please?" Frankie pleaded in a soft voice.
"I-" She shook her head. She couldn't.
"Awww-" Frankie looked ready to cry. She put her arm around him and pulled him close. Doug was still looking at her intently.
"I-well, I don't think I could," she said finally.
"Why not?" Doug asked.
She tried to laugh but the sound wouldn't form. He was so serious. "I-well I just couldn't. You see, for a long time I've been very lonely and unhappy. King was all I had-and he had to take the place of child, husband, lover-" She looked from one face to the other. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Frankie just stared. Doug frowned. "You mean that because we're here you don't want King any more?"
"Well, something like that. In a way. I don't need King as a lover because-" She let the sentence trail off.
Doug slid her hand up her leg, past her knee and onto the warm smooth flesh of her thigh. His eyes held hers in a meaningful look. "You don't need
King to fuck you cuz me and Frankie give you all the screwing you want?"
She couldn't answer that. She didn't have to. The child knew he had said what was in her thoughts. For a few moments, the room was silent except for the soft music in the background. As though recognizing his name, King whimpered softly from where he was lying in front of the fireplace. Frankie turned and looked at him. Doug looked at Emily.
"That's silly," he said. "It's like saying that I can give you all you want so there's no need for Frankie-"
"No-" The idea horrified Emily. Instinctively, she pulled Frankie into the tight circle of her arms, pressed his head against the domes of her breasts under the flimsy yellow sheer.
Doug wasn't smiling, his thin face was pinched and serious. "But it's the same-except that King's a dog." He glanced at the animal across the room and King thumped his tail again, knowing he was under discussion. He lifted his slim beautiful head, cocked it to one side and looked at Emily with huge brown limpid eyes.
She bit her lip and a strained giggle escaped her lips. Frankie twisted his head, almost forcing it between her twin globes of flesh. She could feel his breath blow gently at her nipple. He was looking at King. "He knows we're talking about him," Frankie said. "He looks sad."
Emily laughed softly. "He always looks like that." But it wasn't true. Sometimes King looked quite different-Doug was pleading his case again. "I think that if me and Frankie want to have some fun watching, you should do it. I mean, we've been having some great times. Me and Frankie, we like all the things we do and that you do to us. Why not add a new one? We've never seen a dog screw and we want to. Emily said it was real groovy, wild. Huh? What do you say?" His hand moved along her thigh, pressing between her legs and probing for the hidden thatch of cunt hair. His fingers caught it, blazed a path through the thicket, searched for the fat wet lobes of her vulva.
Emily swallowed hard. She knew what he was trying to do . . . knew that he wanted her to get excited so she would want to be fucked . . . by him or by King. She tried to steel herself against the growing heat in her belly, tried to keep reason ahead of lust. But already it was too late. The fires had started. The unquenchable fires of need had already been kindled, were spreading quickly. She felt the warm flow of her juices wet the boy's fingers, felt the
Emily stared, mouth dry. She moved her head up and down briefly.
"As I remember, it ran about three thousand dollars," he said very slowly. Emily's breath escaped in a small sigh. Three thousand was nothing, she had thought it might be More.
He watched Emily carefully. "Of course there Was only one child involved then. It might be more-"
"Yes." Emily's voice was surprisingly loud. "It's all right," she assured the man.
His eyes glinted. "Let's say five then. We should be able to do something for five thousand." He looked at Mrs. Dolan with a smile and she nodded. If it runs more, we can come back and let you know," he said to Emily.
"Yes," she said again. "You won't have to take them with you now, not at all?" Her fingers gripped Frankie's thin shoulder. "Ahhh, no, they can stay. We will not file a report on our visit here today. It will take a few days, maybe longer. But we'll be in touch." His gaze held Emily's steadily.
"Yes, oh, thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me!" She let her fingers stroke Frankie's neck gently. Behind her, Doug moved closer to the chair and put his arm around her neck.
"Gosh, Miz Lewis, we can stay?" He sounded hopeful.
She looked at the man across from her. He hesitated, then nodded. "Yes. Doug, I guess you can. For now, anyhow, and let's hope we can work everything out okay." He smiled at the boy.
Sharon Dolan, opened her purse and took out a compact and inspected her face in its mirror. She made little dabbing motions at the corners of her lips, removing traces of the very red lipstick that had smeared slightly. She dropped the compact back in her bag, finished her coffee.
"We'd best be going then," she said. "We have a lot of work to do if we're going to get this straightened out." She started to get up. The man did not move. He was watching Emily intently.
Emily felt his eyes on her and began to get nervous. Was he changing his mind? Panic hit her, She wet her lips nervously.
Sharon Dolan turned to look at Wilson, apparently surprised by his delay. Wilson tilted his head and the corners of his mouth curved into a partial smile. "We're forgetting something."
They all looked at him. Emily's heart skipped a beat, then raced nervously. The panic filled her.
Wilson's smile grew, slightly lopsided and somehow lacking humor. It gave him a sinister look that made Emily tremble. "The money," Wilson said softly. "We can't do anything without the money."
Emily let her breath out quickly. "Of course!" She laughed nervously and got to her feet. "I don't have it in cash. Will a check do?"
Wilson grinned. "A check will do nicely, Mrs. Lewis." Sharon Dolan sat down, a nervous smile on her lips.
Emily got to her feet. "My checkbook is upstairs. I'll just be a minute." She walked quickly from the room and up the wide staircase.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Emily's hand trembled as she made out the check and carried it downstairs to the waiting couple. Her conscience tried to warn her, force her to admit the truth-that the whole thing was too convenient. Too smooth. Maybe even too easy. But she would not listen. She wanted the boys so much, wanted to have them with her, that she would not question the providence that brought them to her or allowed her to keep them. She pushed aside the nagging doubts and handed the check to Dane Wilson. He glanced at it, folded it and put it in his pocket as he got to his feet.
"Well, that's that," he said with a smile. "We'd better be on our way, Mrs. Lewis. We want to get started as soon as we can." He headed for the door and the other woman followed him. Frankie watched them from where he still sat on the floor, but Doug scrambled to his feet and went with them.
"I'll lock the gate after them, Miz Lewis." He went to the front door with the two caseworkers.
Emily stood in the center of the room, weak with relief now that the ordeal was over. Go-go-her mind screamed. She just wanted them out of here, she wanted to be alone with Frankie and Doug. Safe.
When the front door had closed on the good-byes, Emily waited until she heard the car engine start and the wheels against the gravel before she moved. She turned and looked at Frankie. His face was pale and his eyes wide. He looked frightened, the way he had that first night when King had cornered the boys in the grove of trees near the driveway. She smiled and moved to him.
Sitting in the big chair again, she pulled his head to her lap. "It's all right now, Frankie. It's all right. You're safe, you're going to stay with me." She crooned the words gently, stroking his hair and sliding her fingers along his neck in slow caresses.
He started to say something but seemed to have trouble getting the words out. He chewed his lip and could not meet her eyes. Gently, she lifted his arms, forced him to get up so she could pull him into her lap. She cradled him in her arms, her head against his, her lips brushed his forehead. She rocked gently back and forth with him. After some minutes, his tense body relaxed and curled against her. She smiled.
When Doug returned, Emily smiled at him and motioned him close. She slipped her arm around him, hugged him, pressed her face to the warm hollow of his flat belly. She spoke his name over and over, moving her lips against his shirt but making no sound.
Doug patted Emily's head, felt her warm tears dampen his shirt. She'd really been scared, afraid of losing them. She'd made it very easy . . . In spite of himself, Doug felt a little bit sorry he'd called Ellie this morning. Maybe Frankie was right, maybe they could have just stayed and kept their mouths shut. But it was too late now, he'd made I the call, and the couple had come.
That night, Emily lay with the boys in the king size bed in the master bedroom. She had opened the closed rooms upstairs, aired them and dusted put on clean linens. The boys had watched an helped, infected by her gay mood. They liked th big bedroom at the corner of the house. They were fascinated by the bay windows that overlooked the garden at the back of the house. Frankie pulled hi feet up and sat on the windows eat, reaching out the open panes and pulling leaves from the big oak that grew near the corner of the house. It had bee a joy-filled hour in which they said nothing of the things that had happened earlier and only looked forward to the time ahead.
Now, the two slim warm bodies pressed against her. Emily smiled, knowing they belonged to her, that she could have them-to touch and hold and love. She stroked the naked flesh of Frankie's beautiful body. The room was warm and they did not need covers. She had folded them back over the foot of the bed and she had left on the low lamp in the nightstand. Frankie's naked flesh looked like creamy alabaster in the glow. She smiled and moved to prop herself on one elbow, over his form. Behind her, Doug stroked her back and rump with easy strokes. He seemed to enjoy the touch of her flesh on his, and he made no demands for himself as she began to play with Frankie.
She kissed the child's mouth over and over, feeling first the dry heat of his lips, then probing for the moist warmth of his tongue. She felt electric shocks race through her whole body when Frankie moved his oral member against hers in a passionate probe. She sighed, forced her lips to release his, began trailing kisses down his cheeks, neck and chest. He was so incredibly warm and wonderful.
She moved without planning, without conscious thought. The flesh became smoother, warmer. She was nearing his crotch. A wave of wanting assailed her, swept over her with such intensity that she shivered with desire. Her lips parted, she closed them over the small mound of his penis. She worked her lips on the limp organ, mashing gentry and working along the length of the tiny tool. She probed with her tongue, licking the loose layer of foreskin, moving it back and forth on the inner shaft. Then her hand was there, lifting the lovely prick so she could look at the winking eye of the gland. Her tongue moved over her lips hungrily, then poked its tip at the soft red core inside the drawstring of loose skin. Frankie jerked as he began to feel the pleasure fill him. He liked it when she did this, played with him and made him feel goose bumps all over.
Emily sighed with pleasure and pulled gently on the tight band of skin around the cock head. It opened like a hungry baby's mouth and the red tongue of passion tried to escape. Smiling, she Jet the skin move over the head again, sealing it inside the tube of puckered skin. It became a game, sliding in and oilt, winking and poking toward her mouth. Her tongue flicked at it, tasted the smooth silky skin with relishing probes. It excited her to play with him this way, to watch his young body respond to her gentle loving. It was as if she would never get enough of the taste of his body-or Doug's. Finding them had brought back all the need and lust she had hidden for so many years. It had unleashed the buried hunger in her soul, and she wanted to suck, eat and lick both of them endlessly.
She cupped her hand under Frankie's scrotal sacs and squeezed them carefully. So soft, so pure. He had no pubic hair to mar the perfect beauty of the red-skinned balls. She examined the ridges of corrugated skin, the thin line where the two sections were connected. She lifted them and peered underneath at the dampish haven where his ass crack began. She pressed her face to his flesh, burying her nose in the clean, sweet-smelling dark spot. Her belly was growing hotter and wetter by the second as she aroused herself by touching the child. Her tongue slipped out, finding the crevice and exploring it as far as it could.
She had been so engrossed in the fantastic young body before her, she had all but forgotten the one behind her. Her excitement was not all her own doing. Doug had progressed from stroking her ass to more active pursuits. He imitated her kissing actions and drew a pattern over her buttocks and to her thighs. He lay now with face pressed to her ass, his feet stretched upwards past her head and resting on the pillow. He stroked the high mounds of her ass, pried at the twin spheres with his small hands. Her asshole winked at him like a hungry eye. He grinned and put his tongue to it. She tasted of soap and cologne . . . all sweet and nice.
Doug's tongue pushed against the tight little muscle, meeting its resistance with gentle force. Her body quivered and he knew she enjoyed what he was doing. He rimmed the tight spot with his tongue, smearing wet saliva on it, prying at the center of the circle with his oral organ. He felt the slight twitching of her body as it began to react to his play. He liked that, he liked it when she got all hot and bothered about him and Frankie. He also liked it when he got all hot and bothered about Emily Lewis.. . or anyone else. And he was getting that way now-playing with her this way, rimming her asshole with his tongue, especially knowing that she would do anything, let him do anything he wanted.
Frankie lay with his eyes closed, liking the tender touches of the woman to his flesh. She was at his cock now, lavishing it with sweet little kisses and sucking motions. It felt very good and he liked it. He liked the relaxed feeling, the way she eased his tensions. He'd been worried all day about what he and Doug had done, the lies they'd told, the scheme they'd pulled. It wasn't fair when she was so nice to them all the time. Like now. Loving him this way, making him feel wanted and good. Uuummm, he liked the way she pulled at his cock with her lips and tongue sucking him eagerly as though his tool were the sweetest thing in the world. Emily Lewis was nice. Very nice.
Emily was alive and vibrant. She was aware of what Doug was doing to her now, and she liked it a lot. She felt the warm surge of need in her uterus swell and burst into fiery flames that licked out at her body. Her legs trembled as the tingling delight spread through her limbs. Ooohhh, he was shoving his hot little tongue right into her asshole. My God, she could feel it up there, moving and tasting at her! And under her own mouth, the delectable smooth flavor of Frankie's sex organ. It was stiffening slightly, trying to gain an erection, trying to please her loving lavishing tongue. She wiggled the tip of her tongue at the tiny opening, forced the wet silky probe into the tiny cavity. The cock jerked with a spasm of delight. Emily quickly began pumping motions with her pursed lips, drawing it into her oral love hole, pulling at it, pushing down hard in fucking motions. Sometimes, she felt that fellatio was the ultimate in her joy-especially when she could have a tender young cock like this one, an unblemished hairless tool that was hers to command.
Her body twitched with the growing heat in her belly. The odor of warm flesh filled her nostrils. She shivered with delight as the roughened palms of the boy behind her slid over her buttocks and held the spheres of her ass apart so his loving, tickling oral sex organ could spear into her asshole. Doug stopped every once in a while and licked the crevice as far as he could between her legs. Each time he did, she was assailed by new Shockwaves of delight. Then he did it again, pushing farther this time, forcing her legs apart and getting his little head between them, darting his tongue through the thin haze of hair that covered the rear area of her labial mounds. Then he was at her cunt, prying with the hot wet tongue, licking the hairy gates, pushing them apart.
She went wild. Her body arched, clamping the boy's head between her heavy white thighs as she forced her body onto his loving caresses. Her hips moved to encourage the action, to force him to enter the hidden depths of her passion. The tongue found her clitoris and lashed at it with fury, making her bounce with lusty need. Each new probe excited her and made her own drives at Frankie more forceful. The boy was twitching and writhing under her mouth. His hands groped for the heavy mounds of her tits, found a hard nipple and pinched it, pulling and teasing as his excitement mounted.
Then Doug made a quick shove, forcing his face and the exploring lapping tongue up into the wide open pussy. He had trouble breathing, his nose was hidden in the wet depths. Each breath sounded like a snuffling snort, animal-like, hungry. Emily went crazy. The sounds and the erotic tender probing spun her off into a wave of orgasm that was sheer delight. It exploded in her vagina, in her uterus, set her belly on fire-a fire that quickly raged out of control. The wildfire spread, her gasps of pagan delight translated themselves to more frenzied action on Frankie's cock. She slammed her face into the smooth nest of pre-adolescent flesh, gulped at the hard penis as though she might devour it, sucked hard and demanded his answering pleasure.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!! " Frankie wailed the sound into the room, telling her of the lusty pleasure he found in what she was doing to him. She was still cumming, with Doug's hard darting tongue sunken deep into her cunt, licking and lapping at the thick wet pulpy corridor, setting off a second orgasm before the first one even waned. It took her by surprise, left her breathless and weak. She released her tight hold on Frankie's prick, let it lay in her mouth without working at it. She gasped and moaned as her second climax overwhelmed her.
"Aaahhh, oooohhh, yeeessss!! " Her body jerked, her thighs pressed the small head tightly. Huge washing waves of pleasure erupted and filled her, sent shivering rays to her limbs. When it began to ebb, she was limp and satiated. She fell back onto the bed and gulped huge lungfuls of air into her seared body.
She lay there a long time, simply enjoying the delights of her flesh without trying to sort her feelings. She had not been aware of the boys moving, but when she opened her eyes, she saw them smiling down at her. She smiled weakly in return, still unable to speak.
"Wow!" Frankie said softly. "You were cumming for a real long time!"
Emily nodded, smiling warmly. She could still feel heat rays pulsing in her abdomen. She ran the tip of her tongue over her dry lips.
"Will you let us make love to you more?" Doug asked.
She turned her head, the smile hovering at her mouth. More? Incredible. They were so good to her . . . so very good.
As though reading her thoughts, Doug said softly, "We love you."
She lifted her hand and touched his bare leg which was close to her hip. She felt the hot sting of tears behind her eyelids. Love. How long had it been since she had heard that word? They loved her! Loved her! She felt warm all over. She glanced at Frankie.
He was smiling, but the corners of his mouth quivered strangely. Emily looked more closely at him, squinting in the dim light. She touched his arm. Her concern for him made her come out of her lethargy.
"What's the matter, darling?" She stroked his flesh gently.
Frankie shot a quick scared look at Doug and then looked at the wall. He bit his lip. "Nothing."
"Frankie, what's the matter?" Emily pushed herself partly up and looked at him again. "Darling, there's nothing to worry about, everything is fine now. I love you, and you are going to stay here with me-forever. Everything will work out, you'll see." She believed what she said, knew it had to be. She patted the child's leg, curled her fingers over the thin thigh comfortingly.
Frankie swallowed but he could not hide the tears that spilled over his eyelids and coursed down his cheeks. He raised a fist and swiped at them quickly.
Emily sat up and took him in her arms. She pulled him against her warm breasts, hugged him close as she stroked his head. Worried, she said, "Baby, tell me.. . what's the matter? What's wrong?"
He didn't answer. His sobs shook his small body and Emily felt the hot tears on her tits. She looked at Doug without releasing her grip on the younger child. "What's the matter with him? Do you know?"
Frankie looked away and shrugged. "He'll be okay."
Emily rocked the child in her arms and crooned soft comforting sounds to him. His sobs finally subsided. She moved back and smiled down at him. "Feel better, darling?" she asked.
He sniffled and raised his head so he could look at Doug. "I'm gonna tell her."
"Shut up!" Frankie said, but his tone lacked conviction. It was more of a feeble protest than a command.
Emily looked at each of them in turn. "What's this about? I think you'd better tell me. Whatever it is, we can work it out."
Doug picked at the sheet with his fingers. He was nervous about something, that was obvious to Emily. And Frankie was scared. She coaxed them again, touching Frankie's chin and forcing him to raise his head. "Tell me."
The room was very quiet for a few moments. Then in a very tiny voice, Frankie started. "We-did-s-something."
Emily waited, knowing the child was gathering his courage. Her love went out to him as he struggled with the words.
"You're so good to us, I didn't want to-" He glanced at the other boy for a second. Doug shrugged and then nodded. The words came in a rush-as though Frankie had to get them out quickly or not at all. "The people who came here today-it wasn't really them. I mean it was Ellie and her boy friend."
Ellie? Ellie? The girl who lived at the foster home with them? The girl who had taught them the things they knew about sex? Ellie? She was-sixteen! At first Emily was too stunned to react. Her mind whirled with pictures, thoughts. Mrs. Dolan had looked too young-Emily had thought that right away. And the whole idea of paying them off had struck a sour note with Emily. She had known, deep inside, she had known. Even as she wrote the check, she had known.
She was staring at Frankie. The scared look came back to his eyes. He was frightened that she was going to expose their part in the scheme, throw them out, call the police. She read these things, these fears in the incredible blue eyes that reminded her so much of Danny.
The child took her look for anger, tried desperately to explain. "We didn't know you were going to be so nice. Other times it was always bad . . . I hated it.. . . "
Emily stared incredulously. "Other times? What do you mean?" Her voice was barely a whisper. Her chest was a tight band of fire.
Frankie sniffled. He looked at Doug, pleading. Doug took a deep breath. "What he means," Doug said, "is that the whole thing is a racket. At least it started that way-Frankie's right, this one is different. We both feel different about you than we ever have about anyone before."
"I don't understand. Please explain." Emily was getting her composure back.
Doug sighed. "Well, we didn't tell you the truth, at least not all of it. We're not foster kids, not really. Ellie is my sister, Frankie here is our cousin. He lives with us. My ma is dead and pa is a drunk. He doesn't care about any of us much, only his booze and his own women. He pays the rent and gives Ellie a few bucks for food for us." Doug shrugged and chewed at his lip. "We're used to it and we get by," he said defensively.
Emily nodded, still frowning and waited for him to continue.
"So Ellie and Dane figured a way to make some easy dough." He scouted around, picked a place where it looked like there was money. Then me and Frankie would get in, look around. Sometimes we just picked up stuff that was worth cash, sometimes we got to know the lady of the house and then-" He let it fade off.
Emily was shocked. Get to know the lady of the house . . . could he mean what she thought he did? She had to know. "You had-you got to know her. . . ? Like you did me?" She pulled her hand away from his touch. She was too stunned to think.
Doug licked his lips nervously. "Yeah. We got her to fool around with us, you know, want us sexually. Funny how many women like kids like us and it isn't hard to get them to make a pass."
Emily's face flushed with shame. She had fallen right into their trap!
"Ellie told us what to do, showed us how to get a woman excited so she had to have it." He shrugged. "It worked every time."
Frankie touched Emily's breast. "It was different with you, Miz Lewis, honest. You gotta believe us!" He was close to tears again. She patted his shoulder absently, still too numb to know exactly what or how she felt.
Doug said, "That's why when I called Ellie this morning, before you got up, I told her we didn't want to pull the same thing on you. We didn't want to pretend to get caught in bed with you and blackmail you."
Emily shook her head. "I can't believe it!"
"It's true. I told Ellie we like you and wanted to stay-that you wanted us to. We had to figure out some way to keep you away from the Welfare Department, or you'd find out everything." He paused. "Besides, Dane wanted the money. Ellie talked him into trying it this way."
Emily took a deep breath and stared at her naked thighs. It was so confusing, so unreal. She found it hard to believe or even understand.
"Are you mad at us?" Frankie whispered.
Was she? She looked at the child, saw his trusting, hopeful blue eyes. She reached out and touched his hair, stroked his cheek.
"No, darling, I'm not mad. I guess I knew all along that they weren't who they pretended to be-or at least not what they said they were."
"But you gave them the money?" Frankie sounded stunned.
She nodded. "Yes. I want you both very much. I didn't want to lose you. I meant it when I said the money wasn't important."
"You want us to stay?" Frankie's eyes gleamed with new hope.
She laughed and hugged him, reached out for Doug too. "Of course I want you to stay! That's what it was all about. I don't care about the money!"
The two boys gaped at her, unable to believe what they were hearing. "But Dane-"
"Never mind. He can have the money. The only thing that worries me, will you really be able to stay? I mean, what about your father?"
A frown crossed Doug's face. "He don't care about us."
"But he's still your father," Emily said softly. "The law says he's your legal guardian."
"He don't care if we're around."
"Do you think he would let the two of you come here to live if I paid him something every month?"
Doug and Frankie both stared at her. "You'd pay him to let us stay here?" Doug wondered in awe.
"Of course I would! I'd do anything to keep you! But I want to be sure you can really stay-be mine. I don't want anyone to come and threaten to take you away again." Now it was Emily's eyes that filled with tears. She knew that it was true. She would do anything to keep them, to have them always. But she knew too that it had to be legal. The boys would have to go to school, give her address, be accepted as hers by the world.
Doug looked at Frankie. "I'll bet my pa would sign anything and let us stay if he got some money. He hasn't cared about anything since ma died."
"And Ellie? What about her?" Emily asked.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Will she leave us alone, not try to-blackmail me?"
Doug nodded. "Sure, she don't want any trouble. She's a good kid," he said sagely. "She did what she thought was best for us, she really tried to help. She bought us things and took care of us. She's okay," he said again.
Emily marveled at the loyalty of the child. But the more she thought about it, the more she believed him. The strange sister, Ellie, had done what she thought was right, done her best, in a peculiar way. It was Emily who had led such a sheltered life that these things came as a shock to her sensibilities. Hadn't she herself been attracted to her son, her own son? Hadn't she begun what would have become a long-standing incestuous relationship with Danny that night before the fire? Why then was it any different for Ellie to have such a relationship with her own brother and cousin?
It was only natural that sex become a tool, a means of getting what she wanted. And her friend, Dane Wilson, had provided the illegal, underhanded touches to the scheme. It had been he who had forced the children to steal, to blackmail.
Emily smiled. She had paid him well, and her cancelled check would be evidence. She could beat him at his own game. In promise for his cooperation now, she would let the check go through, not stop payment on it. She would buy his silence the way he had forced other women to buy his. The tension and pain in her chest began to ease. It would be all right, she knew it. Tomorrow, she would go into the city, talk to Doug's father, bargain with him. She would talk to her lawyer too, make sure everything was legal and without loopholes. She had lived too long in the shadows of the past and in fear of the future. No more. She had found a new life, new hope. Her entire world would be different now-thanks to these two wonderful children. Her life was not over-it was just beginning.
She smiled and lay back on the pillow. Frankie's hand trailed from her shoulder to her breast, and she raised her own hand to hold it there. She picked up Doug's hand and moved it to her crotch, forcing it into the nest of hair.
"I can take care of everything," she said with a smile. "I'll take care of everything tomorrow." She looked at each of them in turn. "But tonight, I want you to take care of me."
The worried frowns vanished from Doug's and Frankie's faces. They understood. They had found a new home, a permanent one. And they had found a willing and eager lover-who needed them as much as they needed her. With duplicate grins, they began to bring Emily back to sexual arousal, kissing and sucking at the parts of her body she opened to them.
Emily smiled, closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. She loved being loved.
