The decade of the "Swinging Sixties" had such an impact as to drastically alter the sexual outlook of American womanhood. Now we are well into the "Sweltering Seventies", and, with Women's Lib, females of all ages are asserting themselves as never before. In a gentler age, teenaged girls waited modestly for their boy friends to call; nowadays, much to their chagrin, many shocked mothers are discovering their supposedly innocent daughters taking the initiative in boy/girl relationships.
At parties and other social events, more and more modern-minded young ladies are picking up men in a complete reversal of the once-established rules of courting etiquette, often even taking a guy home for a one-night stand!
Yes, as anyone who has ears to hear and eyes to see well knows, the mores of sexual conduct are being cast aside in a mad rush toward feminine hedonism in this day and age. Perhaps the most perplexing phenomenon of all ... and it's happening with increasing frequency all over the United States ... is that grown women, many of them with husbands and children, are turning for sexual adventure to little boys between the ages of six and twelve! There's just no explaining it except by a woman who would commit such an immoral act, and you can bet that none of them are talking.
A man who fornicates with a little girl would be called a "dirty old man" at best and, if found out, he would wind up behind bars on charges of child molestation or statutory rape. Women, on the other hand, are usually not found out ... have you ever heard of a woman being tried for statutory rape? ... yet thousands of young boys are daily being lured into illicit sex relations with women in the love-starved midyears of their lives.
Bestiality is also running rampant among the middle-aged matrons of today. Look around any neighborhood and, if you dare, count the number of huge male dogs. You'll be surprised at how many there are. It's enough to make a thinking man wonder if American women are all going crazy for perverted sex kicks of the kinkiest type. The fact is many, though by no means all, of them are. More women holding jobs, the lessening influence of religion, Women's Lib, etc. these are only a few of the reasons for the breakdown of our fairer sex's once-strict morals.
It is into this sybaritic inkwell of sinfulness that Jane Tanner dips her pen for the sensual theme of her latest erotic novel. Mrs. Fran Griggs, a divorced schoolteacher of forty-three who has lost three jobs because she can't keep her hot hands and hungry mouth off the more appealing of the little boys in her classes.
As the story opens, Fran is at the end of her professional rope, boarding a bus for Las Vegas where she hopes to be hired as governess/tutoress to the children of a famous actress/singer. She shares a seat on the darkened bus with an irresistible little boy and, promising herself this has to be the last time, she succumbs to her perverted nature and fellates the innocent lad.
She lands the job and, as luck would have it, the children to be placed in her charge are two boys. Keith is a very physically mature but sexually ignorant twelve-year-old, Jamie a mischievous young rascal of ten. On her first night at the house, Fran accidentally discovers her glamorous employer having intercourse with her huge shaggy white dog, a baboon-faced Afghan hound. Fran is shocked to say the least, but as she secretly watches the sordid act in progress she experiences a vicarious thrill and winds up with a bad case of the hots herself.
Her mind befogged by lust, wanting at all costs to keep her hands off Keith and Jamie for the sake of her sanity as well as her job, Fran figures that if the big horny dog is good enough for a beautiful movie star, he might be all right for her, too. When the actress/singer lets the stud dog out of her room a few minutes later, Fran, reeling with passion, gets a bestial screwing that she will never forget. She rationalizes the unnatural union by telling herself that she won't be tempted to seduce the two little boys now that the massive Afghan has satisfied her. But juicy young boys are Fran's downfall, and her flesh is weak, so . ..
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Chapter One
Mrs. Fran Griggs was forty-three. Children loved her and she loved them. She was exceptionally fond of little boys. Especially the plump and juicy ones with twitchy little hairless cocks and balls. She liked them best when they were between the ages of about six and twelve. It was a constant struggle for her to keep her hands off the innocent young darlings, a struggle which she'd lost numerous times during the past few years. Fate was always tempting her.
Like tonight.
The boy sitting beside her on the darkened bus was about eight years old, cute and cuddly as only one that age can be. His worried mother had accosted Fran when she'd moved from the waiting room to board the bus in Los Angeles.
"Excuse me, but are you taking this bus?" the young woman had asked, clinging to her red-haired, freckle-faced son's hand as if she were afraid for the child's very life.
"Yes, I am," Fran replied, pausing, glancing quizzically from the distraught mother to the embarrassed kid and back to the mother.
"Are you going all the way to Las Vegas?"
Fran nodded.
"Not to gamble, I hope. You're not that type, are you? You don't look it."
I don't think that's any of your business, Fran started to say. But the woman seemed desperate, so she smiled and shook her head. "No, not to gamble. I'm a teacher. I'm going for a job interview." She paused, then added, "For the position of governess/tutoress to the children of Diane Stevens, the famous movie actress and singer."
"Oh, how nice. It sounds like a wonderful job. I hope you get it. I'm sure you will." The young mother was fairly gushing now. Evidently Fran's statement had confirmed for her the motherly image which Fran's appearance always projected to one and all. "Micky's going to Las Vegas, too. Alone. His father and I are divorced and he gets him for two months during the summer. I took Mickey up last year but I can't this time. He's so young, too young to be making a trip like this all by himself. His father will be meeting the bus, but I'm afraid Mickey might get off at a rest stop and fool around and get left there." She pushed the boy away, leaned closer and whispered to Fran, "And I'm worried sick that there might be a homosexual on the bus, because Mickey doesn't know there is such a thing and he's far too innocent to protect himself against a pervert like that."
"And you'd like me to see that your son gets to Las Vegas safe and sound," Fran said, realizing what the younger woman was working around to.
"Would you? It would be an awful load off my mind. I'll pay. No, I insist. Will ten dollars be enough? Oh, thank you. It's worth every penny of it to me. Now I'll be able to sleep tonight, knowing my baby is in good and capable hands. What did you say your name was?"
"Fran. I'm a divorcee, too," Fran said, dropping the ten-dollar bill into her purse. She hated to take the woman's money, but she hadn't worked for months, was nearly broke, and the ten dollars was a godsend.
Now Los Angeles and the boy's mother were behind. The bus cruised swiftly along the open highway, interior lights off, tires humming upon the pavement. Mickey had the window seat. He was gazing out into the night.
"I guess you're anxious to see your dad, huh?" Fran said.
The little redhead turned toward her. There was barely enough illumination to see his smile and the nodding of his head.
"What does he do for a living?"
"He owns a service station on the strip."
"Is he remarried?"
"Yeah."
"Do you like your stepmother?"
"She's okay."
"How about your mother, is she remarried, too?"
Mickey shook his head.
"I'll bet she's got a boy friend, though, a pretty young woman like her."
The kid looked at Fran. "Sure, she's got lots of boy friends," he said proudly.
"Oh?"
"And Mama could marry any one of 'em any time she wanted to, 'cept she don't want to."
"Did she tell you that?"
"Sure . .. Well ... no, not exactly ... but she could. There's about five guys always callin' her up."
"Sounds like your mother is very popular with the men. Does she go out with all five of them?"
"Not all at the same time."
Fran had to chuckle. The lad was looking at her as if he had doubts about her mentality. "I didn't expect she would go out with all five of them at the same time. But she does date each of them?"
"One at a time," the boy said, so she would understand how it was.
"Of course."
"But the one she likes best, he's already married."
"I see," Fran said, smiling, nodding.
"No, you don't see," the child huffed. "I like Jack, too. He loves Mama and she loves him. Jack would marry her tomorrow if his wife would give him a divorce."
"If you say so, I'm sure he would," Fran soothed.
"Then quit grinnin' like that!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, Mickey. Honest. I was only smiling."
"Okay then," he said.
They lapsed into silence. Mickey was almost as protective of his mother as she was of him. Fran hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. She supposed the neighbor kids had been giving him a hard time, although he was so young that she doubted he knew what it was all about. They were near the rear of the bus. Except for an older man in work clothes who was stretched out on the very back seat sound asleep, all the other passengers were in front of Fran and her young charge. She put her arm around the cute child and gave him a maternal hug.
"You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Nah," he said.
"Then put your arms around me. That's it, snuggle right up to me, sweetie. Are you sleepy?"
He shook his head, his cheek resting against her ample bosom.
Fran patted the plump kid's back. Her hands itched to be fondling his young genitals. This was the perfect opportunity. Little boys were nearly always willing to have their dicks played with by an older woman like her, Fran had discovered. It was only later that the trouble sometimes came, when out of guilt or a slip of the tongue a child told his parents about her. But most of them didn't tell. Besides, Mickey didn't know her name and she'd only given her first name to his mother, and they wouldn't be seeing one another again for two months.
"This fellow Jack, does he ever, ah, spend the night at your house?"
"Sometimes."
"Where does he sleep, with your mother?"
"Heck no, I sleep with her. When Jack stays, Mama makes up the couch for him."
"Have you ever seen them kissing?"
"Sure, lots of times,"
"What else have you seen them doing?"
"Wha-what do you mean?" the boy asked unsurely, and he tensed up guardedly.
"You know what I mean," Fran breathed. She slid her hand lower and patted his boyish bottom. "Come on, tell me," she whispered. "I like to hear about things like that."
"Mama doesn't know," he protested. "I was supposed to be in bed. If I tell you, you gotta promise not to say anything to her about it!"
"Listen, sweetie, I don't even know your mother. I'll never see her again, so how could I possibly say anything to her about it? Your secret's safe with me. Tell me. Tell me everything!"
Fran hoped the lad was going to tell her in his own childish way that he'd spied on his mother while she and her lover were fucking. This was not the case. What he told her, however, was even better since it fit in so nicely with her own indecent desires toward the little boy. He had awakened about an hour after being put to bed one night when this fellow Jack had called on his mother. Wondering what was keeping his mother, he'd gotten up to check on her.
"When I opened the door to the living room, she was sittin' on the couch with Jack and they were kissing like I never seen them kissing before. He had his hand up under her dress. I don't' know what he was doing to her, but whatever it was, it sure was makin' her squirm around. I could hear her makin' these funny little noises, too. His pants was open and she had hold of his thing! Gosh, it was big!"
"His peter, you mean?" Fran whispered conspiratorially, and Mickey nodded. It was exciting the kid to tell her his secret, and this was what Fran wanted. The more excited he became, the more receptive he would become to her improper advances. She hated herself when she got this way, later, after it was over. But it was like a sickness, this fixation she had on little boys, and this chance was just too good to pass up. "Show me, Mickey," she urged, spreading her legs. "I want you to put your hand up under my dress and show me what you think Jack was doing to your mother."
The lad looked up at her through eyes that were wide with disbelief.
"Go on. It's all right. Do it! I want you to!"
Hesittently the eight-year-old put his hand between the woman's knees. She glanced around to make sure they were not being observed. The small hand crept higher. She could feel it shaking against the inner slopes of her nylon-encased thighs. The boy began to tremble. Fran shivered with anticipation.
This is insane, she thought. On a bus! In public! Good Lord, what if someone suddenly gets up to stretch their legs or go to the John, and sees what's going on?!
But the danger of discovery doubled her lewd arousal. She took off her sweater and draped it over her lap to hide the exact location of the boy's timidly progressing hand. The hem of her skirt was riding up. She could feel Mickey's fingers exploring the creamy soft skin above the top bands of her nylon hose.
"Higher! A little higher!" she whispered and, taking hold of his elbow, she simultaneously scooted down in the seat and tugged on his arm, bringing his innocent young hand into contact with her private parts.
"Gosh!" Mickey exclaimed.
"Aaah," she sighed. "Shh! Not so loud. That's my pussy. Do you suppose Jack was touching your mother's pussy the way you're touching mine now?"
The youngster gulped. He nodded. There was only a strip of sheer nylon separating his hand and the woman's sex. The material felt damp and very warm.
"I imagine he had his hand inside her panties, don't you?" Fran asked, and when the child nodded, she said, "Then put your hand inside my panties, and show me what you think he was doing to her."
She spread her legs wider, with the sweater concealing the sinful explorations going on beneath her skirt. Mickey's hand was shaking so badly that he fumbled several times before he finally managed to slip it in through the elastic legband of her confining underpants.
"It's so hairy," he whispered. When he found her slit, he added, "And all hot and wet!"
"That's because you're making me excited. Was your mother excited?"
"Yeah!"
"Then her pussy was wet, too, and I'll bet Jack had his fingers in it. Do you suppose? If you think he did, then stick your fingers in me!"
Fingers probed awkwardly at her crotch. She tilted her pelvis helpfully and three of them penetrated her.
"Mmmm!" she mewled. "It feels good! Now what was he doing to her?"
"Sort of like this," Mickey said, his voice quavering, and he began moving his arm back and forth, jabbing his stubby fingers in and out of her secreting crack.
"Yes, yes," Fran sighed. "I'll bet so. Did it excite you to see him doing that to your mother?"
"Boy howdy!"
"Did your peter get hard?"
"Uh-huh."
"Is it hard now?"
"Boy howdy, is it!"
"I'm going to unzip your pants and take it out. I want to hold it the way your mother was holding Jack's, okay?"
"I gu-guess so," he stammered.
"Oh, you sweet little boy," she gushed. Quickly she unzipped his fly and fished out his small childish pecker. Her hand engulfed it completely as she wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a love-squeeze. "Does that feel nice?"
"Yeah, bu-but____"
"No buts," she said. "We're being naughty, but if your mother and Jack were doing it, it couldn't be really bad, now could it?"
Mickey shook his head unsurely. He emitted a tiny gasp of pleasure when Fran peeled back the foreskin of his youthful tool and began rubbing the ball of her finger over the sensitive convexity of his taut-skinned, denuded dickhead. She started moving her hand up and down, stroking his appealing organ. She asked him if that was what his mother had been doing to her boyfriend, and he said it was.
"Then what happened?" she purred.
"Jack took his hand out from under her dress."
"And then?"
"He put his hand on her head and pulled it down to his lap."
"Yes, yes, go on!"
"Mama started kissing his thing! And then she took part of it in her mouth and sucked on it!"
"Oh, God, you saw that? Your own mother going down?"
"Huh?"
"Sucking his peter!"
"Yeah! I seen it! Why would she want to do that?"
"I'm sure I wouldn't know," Fran lied, her mouth watering for a taste of the small but hard and pulsing prick in her hand. "Then what did they do?"
Fran could picture the lovely young mother performing fellatio on her married boyfriend as the boy told her about it, and the mental images, combined with the titillating stimulation of his pudgy little boy's fingers jabbing in and out of her mature snatch, made her wildly passionate. Throwing caution to the winds, she had the boy scoot over closer to the window and demonstrate with her head how Jack had put his hand on his mother's head and drawn it down to his lap.
The white column of youthful turgidity was a scant three inches long, the perfect size for sucking because she could take it every bit into her desirous oral cavity. It was beautifully formed, too, and had a musky odor emanating from it. She couldn't have been more pleased with what he had to offer. Fran adored young boys and dearly loved their cute little penises.
Smack! She kissed the denuded head. "Mmm!" she sighed, then Smack, smack, smack! Her head moved this way and that as she held the throbbing shaft between her thumb and two fingers, bestowing passionate wet kisses all over the hot surface of the exposed glans penis. The smell of it wafted into her nostrils, making her dizzy and lightheaded, spurring her on.
Kissing the darling young dickhead wasn't enough. It never was. Once she got to this point she lost all control and didn't give a hoot about the consequences of her lecherous misbehavior. Ruttishly she extended her tongue and began lapping avidly at the tangy-tasting morsel of blood-filled boyish meat.
"OOHHHH!" Mickey cried out involuntarily.
"Shh!" she cautioned. "Be quiet!"
He shuddered when she orally engulfed his irresistible cockhead, and she could hear the pleasured gasp of his shocked intake of breath, but otherwise he remained quiet, as she'd told him to do. The dear sweet child was cooperating with her as best he could, and how she loved him for it. him and every other darling little boy like him that had a lovely stiff pecker for her to go down on.
She sucked down gradually on the salty-tasting bulb of delicious boy meat, simultaneously caressing it with her educated tongue and swishing the copious flow of her warm wet saliva swirlingly about it. The little redhead seemed to love having her mouth on his fat dick as much as she loved having his precious peter in it. She spit-bathed his crown, using her tongue like a washcloth. Her saliva became imbued with the scrumptious flavor of his smelly little dick, and the discerning taste buds of her insatiable tongue tingled with delight. There was an audible gulp when at last she swallowed the big mouthful of her pecker-flavored spit.
When she worked her hand in through his open fly and the flap of his shorts, Fran discovered that his tiny young testicles were already drawn up tight against his warm and hairless, perspiration-dampened groin. Lovingly she stroked and fondled the sac-enclosed goodies. They were oblong in shape, hardly larger than bird's eggs. His balls were much too small and immature to have any sperm in them. Not that she cared. To a boy-lover like her, the few drops of delectable clear juice she would be able to get from him was vastly more rewarding than a cupful of acrid cum which a man might have.
"Mmm!" she murmured as, increasing the suction, she vacuumed the first drop of pungent fluid up from the untainted depths of his preadolescent loins.
Fran let the drop of colorless viscosity soak into the pink pores of her taste organ, pausing long enough to savor it to the fullest.
God, he's delicious! she thought lasciviously. I'm getting worse not better since I went to that damned psychiatrist! Good Lord, I must be crazy to go down on the innocent little guy like this! On a bus with people all around! I took ten dollars from his mother to keep some guy from copping his knob, and here I am doing it myself! But, Jesus, how I love it! If I were a man, I'd be gay! Christ, yes! There's nothing in this world sweeter than a young boy's dick! Just this once! I'll suck him good and then I'll never look at a boy again! I've got to get hold of myself! This wonderful insanity has already cost me my husband and my teaching career! They'll put me away if I don't learn to control myself! Love it, love it! Lord, what a sweet little dick this one is!
Realizing full well she was jeopardizing the job which she needed so desperately, and risking possible imprisonment, to boot, Fran surrendered to the lurid desires of this moment of overpowering yearning to suck one last boy off before she gave up the wonderfully wicked perversion forever, for the sake of her sanity as well as her future.
She caressed his quivering young balls as if they were priceless jewels. Her head began to bob at his loins, slowly at first, then faster and faster. In order to avoid leaving a telltale stain of lipstick on his fly, she encircled the base of his protruding joystick with her thumb and forefinger. Except for this digital shim against which her lips flattened again and again, she took all the rest of his exposed organ of youthful rigidity into her hungry hot mouth with every rapid-fire lowering of her head, and how she loved it!
This was it, the supreme thrill, the one thing in life ... a perverted sex act ... which she enjoyed above all else. Fran was a ravenous cocksucker now from the top of her bobbing head clear down to the tips of her feminine toes. The succulent morsel of hotly pulsating boymeat in her mouth was the only thing that mattered to her. She was oblivious of all else, and would remain so until she experienced the rapturous moment of his spermless cumming. If people had gathered all around to watch her fellate the adorable child, she couldn't have stopped of her own free will, no matter what. She was lost to lust, the same as she had been the day she'd gotten fired from her last job, at a private school, because she couldn't stop sucking that boy's peter either, even though she'd heard the principal call her name before he came into the cloakroom and caught her in the act.
Fran could hear the lad "Ohh"-ing and "Ahh"-ing, but softly and faintly. He was doing his best to keep quiet, and she doubted his tiny outcries of pleasure could be heard by anyone. The seat in front of them was empty, and the older woman in the seat in front of it had been asleep when Fran glanced about to check before leaning over to make oral love to the appealing little stranger whose last name she neither knew nor cared to learn. He had only one thing she wanted ... a yummy young prick for her to eat. It was thrilling to be robbing the eight-year-old of his priceless purity as the bus sped along through the night, for she valued stealing the virginity of a naive little boy in the same manner that a lecherous man relishes the rupturing of the maidenhead of an innocent young girl.
Her puffy red lips clung salaciously to the spit-coated shaft of the freckle-faced kid's meat, pulling obscenely out around it as she drew up sucking, then folding in and pressing against the fronts of her teeth only to be mashed a split second later between her teeth and the shim of her thumb and forefinger which encircled the base of his rock-hard rod to guard against getting lipstick on the fly of his pants. Her smooth white cheeks pumped in and out from the force of her voracious suctioning on his desirable dork. Nor was her tongue idle, for it curled incessantly over, under and around the bulb of his blood-enlarged glans, greedily swiping off the droplets of his wholesome clear nectar as she vacuumed it out of him through the tiny slit at the tip of his ferally erected pecker.
Then it happened, the result toward which she'd been striving. From the stiffening of his body and the startled intake of his breath, Fran realized that the onset of his climax took the eight-year-old completely by surprise. It gave her an additional thrill because she liked them to be totally ignorant of sex before she got hold of them. What a charge it gave her when the little boy she was pleasuring with her mouth received the added but entirely unexpected bonus of coming off! Just as this one was doing now! She was giving him the very first cum of his sweet young life! With only the expanding and contracting head in her mouth, sucking like a demon to extract his juices, she quickly released the base of his peter and reached up, clapping her hand over his mouth, and just in time, too, for:
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" came his cry of ecstasy, and without her hand to mute the sound it would've carried to everyone on the bus and alerted them to the fact that one of their fellow passengers was having an orgasm.
"OOOOHHHHH!!!"
It was a good thing she'd covered his mouth.
"UUUNNN, UUUNNNN . . . UN-GGGAA AAHHHHHH!!"
Even so, she was afraid that one of the nearer passengers might hear the boy moaning and groaning. But she couldn't relinquish the pulsating prize yet. It was dribbling precocious liquid onto her appreciative tongue, the quality of which was superbly palate pleasing despite the small amount there was of it. Fran tickled his dancing balls coaxingly as she sucked the ballooning head of his twitching dick for all she was worth, gluttonously draining from him every drop of honeyed boycream the shivering youngster could make for her lecherous delight.
Luck was with her. When she slurped off the shrinking penis and sat up, a couple of people were turned around in their seats, looking back, but neither of them seemed interested enough to get up and investigate.
Fran heaved a sigh of relief. She smacked her lips, licked them until they lost the lingering flavor of pecker. She tucked the boy's penis in and zipped him up. Then she hugged him close and had him reach up under her dress again. With her sweater concealing the lewd act, she held his wrist and taught the eager child how to finger-fuck a woman to orgasm.
Chapter Two
At five of two the following afternoon, five minutes early for her appointment, Fran rang the bell of Diane Stevens' sprawling ranch-style home on the outskirts of Las Vegas, in a growing new neighborhood that was peopled almost entirely by the more successful movie, television, night club and recording stars. To her surprise, Diane Stevens herself opened the door.
"If you're selling something, I'm not buying; if you're Mrs. Griggs, please come in."
"I'm, ah, Mrs. Fran Griggs," Fran said falteringly. She'd never met a celebrity face to face. It was a bit unnerving.
"Then come in, come in," Diane Stevens said impatiently. "I can't afford to air-condition the state of Nevada."
Fran hurried through the door, and the famous actress/singer shut it.
"Follow me."
The famous rump that'd been exposed in all its glory in more than one nude movie scene undulated animatedly in a pair of form-fitting but faded and quite common blue jeans now, as the curvaceous star led the way from the foyer and across the living room ... where a stoutly built Negress was busy with a vacuum cleaner. There was nothing particularly glamorous about Diane Stevens in her present condition. She was a beautiful woman, but sans professional make-up she appeared older, midthirtyish. In jeans, sandals and halter, her flaming red hair up in curlers, she was no more alluring than thousands of other attractive women her age, Fran decided as she followed her prospective employer through a huge game room and into a small, neat office.
"Please sit down, Mrs. Griggs."
"Thank you, Miss Stevens."
Fran took a leather chair. Diane Stevens perched on the edge of the desk, appraising Fran as she picked up a pack of cigarettes, took one, then almost as an afterthought, held out the pack toward Fran.
"No, thank you."
"Don't smoke?"
"I quit some years ago."
"That's a point in your favor. I don't smoke in front of my kids, and I'd never hire anyone who did." She lit the cigarette.
"You don't have to worry about me smoking in front of them," Fran said.
"Why do you want to work for me?"
"I need a job," Fran said. "I registered at several employment agencies, including the one in Beverly Hills with which you listed the position."
"It has nothing to do with my being a star?"
"No, nothing. I'm impressed, of course, but why should I want to work for you simply because you're a celebrity?"
"You'd be surprised what some people will do to get into show business. Do you sing, dance, act or anything?"
Fran laughed. "No, nothing like that."
"You promoting anyone who does? Because if you are, you may as well know right now that I don't use my influence to further the career of anyone but yours truly."
"Look, I'm a teacher. That's it, okay?" Fran said, too sharply, but it was too late to retract her words.
Diane Stevens grinned as she exhaled smoke. "Sure, don't get uptight on me though. If I'm going to pay your salary, I've got a right to ask a few questions, haven't I?"
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry," Fran said. She started to add that she was nervous and perhaps a little irritable from the trip, but before she could, Diane Stevens said:
"How sorry?" And she cocked her head imperiously.
The rich bitch's condescending smirk infuriated Fran. "Go to hell!" she spat, and leaped to her feet.
Diane Stevens threw back her head and laughed with glee. "Sit down, Fran, you're my kind of people. If there's anything I can't stand, it's an ass licker, and you're certainly not one of those. I like your spirit."
Fran smiled sheepishly and sat back down.
"Your employment record leads me to believe you're an exceptional teacher."
"I do my best. I love children and enjoy my work."
"You were fired from your last job. Why?"
"There was no mention of that in my employment record!" Fran gasped. "How'd you find out about it?"
"Suffice it to say that I care enough about my children to check on anyone who could have a profound influence on their lives. If I hire you, you'll be their governess as well as their tutoress. I'll be going to Spain soon, to do a movie, and I'm particular who I leave my kids with. I called this school, so don't try to snow me."
Fran's hopes of getting the much-needed job took a nose dive.
"Come on, I want your side of it."
"I was fired because of... because of professional differences," Fran lied. "I, ah, spanked a child."
"So that was it. The bastards wouldn't tell me a thing. Be honest, Fran, would you spank one of my kids?"
"If I thought it was necessary, yes, I would."
Miss Stevens nodded enigmatically. "How about this other private school? They say you resigned. Want to tell me why?"
"Personality clash," Fran lied. She had to. If she admitted she'd been allowed to resign because of parent pressure ... one little boy had told his mother on her and the school didn't want it known that they'd unwittingly hired a molester of young boys ... she wouldn't stand a chance of getting this position as governess/tutoress to the children of Diane Stevens. "The principal and I nearly threw up every time we looked at one another."
"I can buy that, since I've met a few people who had the same effect on me. How about the L.A. schools? You were with them a long time, had a lot of seniority, an almost perfect record, yet you resigned. Level with me Fran, as one divorcee to another . . . have you been having man trouble?"
Fran pounced upon the excuse for her recent, erratic behavior which Diane Stevens had inadvertently given her. Looking down shame-facedly at her knees, she sighed tiredly and said, "Yes, I'm afraid I have. You're very damned perceptive, aren't you? All right, I may as well tell you the whole sordid story. I resigned from the L.A. schools because I was going to have a baby. It was stupid of me to get knocked up at my age, but that's what happened. He was going to divorce his wife and marry me. Only he didn't.. . and I miscarried and ... it was hell, Miss Stevens. I was lost, in a tailspin, but I'm all right now. I swear it. He's out of my system for good. I'm ready and able to go back to work now ... if you'll have me."
As Fran had suspected, this was the kind of story that Diane Stevens could understand and sympathize with. None of it was true. The principal at the L.A. public school where she'd taught was her friend. He'd taken pity on her. In return for her resignation and promise to seek psychiatric help, he'd talked an irate couple out of reporting her to the authorities for sexually molesting their son. There was no proof. It was her word against the tattletale kid's, but under pressure she'd cracked and confessed sobbingly. Fran hated to have to lie to Miss Stevens, but she needed this job badly and promised herself that she could and would deport herself as a lady from this moment forth.
"Men!" Diane Stevens snorted. "If we could only tell the decent ones from the bastards beforehand. What are you worth salary wise, Fran?"
Blinking, Fran looked up into the friendly and sympathetic face of the famous singer and actress. The employment agency ad said the salary was open and negotiable according to ability and experience. "Twelve thousand," Fran said.
"Too much. I interviewed a woman from England this morning. She's long on experience as a governess. She would do. I can have her for eight thousand. But she's cold and aloof, whereas you strike me as being warm and loving, the motherly type. I'd like to trust my intuition and take a chance on you. Will you meet her price?"
"It's less than I've been making. With my experience, I'm worth more than that."
"With your experience as a teacher, you mean. You have no experience as a governess, and I'd be silly to .. . I'd rather have you. It's as simple as that. I'll meet you halfway, on- a trial basis, contingent upon the children liking you."
"Ten thousand?"
"Ten. And the room and board, of course. You'll be living in."
"All right, I accept your offer. Now if you'll introduce me to the children, we can see if they'll accept me."
"They're camping with their father, won't be back for a couple of days yet. Come on, I'll give you a tour of the place before I show you to your room."
"How many children do you have?" Fran asked as she followed her employer from the small office.
"Two," Diane Stevens said over her shoulder. "Both boys. Keith is twelve and Jamie's ten. That's between me, you and the gatepost, understand? I'm proud of my sons, but I don't advertise them. My career as a sex kitten would probably come to a screeching halt if my panting public knew I had a kid, period, much less two, and one that's twelve years old yet! Ye gads, where does time go?"
Chapter Three
Miss Stevens's house set well back on a plot of ground too large to be called a lot but not expansive enough to be labeled an- estate. It was five rooms wide across the front ... game room with a corner partitioned off for an office, living room, den, dining room, and kitchen, in that order from right to left if one were standing in front of the house. There was a wing four rooms deep extending back from the kitchen. The first two ... sitting room and master bedroom ... were occupied by Diane Stevens. The other two were guest rooms. On the other side of the house, behind the game room, were three bedrooms with connecting doors. One was Keith's, one Jamie's; the one between the two boys' rooms was to be Fran's.
From a bird's-eye view, the house was a misshapen, squared-off U. A narrow hallway, the exterior wall of which consisted of alternating sections of brick and sliding glass panels, ran along the inside length of each rear wing. At the base of the U was a partially covered patio, large enough for an outdoor dinner party or moonlight dancing. Behind this was an ordinary rectangular-shaped swimming pool with side aprons large enough for umbrellaed tables and poolside lounge chairs.
The immense back yard was made private by a seven-foot-high redwood fence which completely enclosed it and extended along the property line toward the front, jutting in on each side to connect with the main section of the house. Centered at the rear of the back yard was a regulation-sized tennis court.
"Do you play?" Diane Stevens asked.
"Not for years," Fran replied. "I used to enjoy it though."
"We'll have to get you back in shape. Keith loves the game. He's damned good for a twelve-year-old, too. He and I play bright and early every morning when I'm between jobs, or working here in town, singing at one of the clubs. I sleep days then. How about a game right now? You and me."
"I'm not really up to singles," Fran laughed. "Besides, I don't have anything to wear."
"No sweat. Panties and bra will do fine. Sure. No one can see over the fence. I believe I can dig up a pair of sneakers that'll fit you, either mine or Keith's. Okay?"
"Well ... oh, all right. Why not? But don't expect too much of me because I may not even remember how to hold the racket."
Diane Stevens laughed. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
Just then a large white dog dashed around the corner of the house and came bounding toward them, barking joyously. Fran couldn't believe her eyes. It was an exotic animal, of a breed unfamiliar to her. The dog nearly toppled Miss Stevens over when it reared with paws on her shoulders and started avidly licking her face.
Fran burst out laughing. She couldn't hold it in. "I'm sorry," she said, when she was again able to speak. "I shouldn't laugh at your pet, but I'm afraid that's the most ridiculous-looking dog I've ever seen!" And she laughed again.
"That's all right," Miss Stevens said. "I laughed too the first time I saw him. An ex-boy friend gave him to me. He's an Afghan hound. They're not too common. He's a purebred, with a very fancy name, but we call him Critter. Do you like dogs?"
"Some of them," Fran said, petting Critter when he came to her wagging his shaggy white tail, the last few inches of which curled forward and was completely devoid of hair. "I think I'll like this one. He's certainly friendly enough, and so ugly that he's cute. Are you sure he isn't part monkey?" "Who knows? The Egyptians had them as far back as three thousand B.C. But that face does belong on a baboon, doesn't it?"
"Yes, yes, it does!" Fran squealed, then she giggled like a schoolgirl because the Afghan, which had been licking her hand, suddenly darted behind ner and began sniffing at her rump.
"Critter!" Miss Stevens hissed, and she slapped the hound. "Naughty, naughty! Go to your house!" She pointed toward a huge doghouse, stamped her foot, and the rebuked pet slunk off toward with his tail tucked between his legs. "Sorry, Fran. If he does that to you again, just cuff him a good one and order him to his house."
Fran nodded absently, for the probing nose of the large dog had caused a tingle of puzzling arousal to course through her. It looks like he's wearing baggy white britches on all four legs, she thought as she watched the powerful-chested, lean-bellied hound slink away. His coat was pure white, the straight hair long, dense and fine as silk.
"I believe it's those long, broad furry ears that make him look so ridiculous," Fran said. "Like a baboon wearing a woman's platinum-blonde wig."
Miss Stevens laughed. "Come on, let's find you some sneakers."
At first Fran felt like a fool playing a very rusty game of tennis, dressed in her underwear and a pair of boy's sneakers, with a glamorous movie star like Diane Stevens. But the women had a genuine liking for one another, and Fran soon relaxed and began to enjoy the unaccustomed physical exertion. They didn't play long, however, for the Nevada sun was hot and Fran soon petered out.
"How about a swim?" Diane ... they were on a first name basis now ... suggested as they strolled, hot and sweaty, back toward the house.
"I'd love it but I don't have a suit," Fran said.
"There's no one here but us girls. What do you say we skinny dip? I'm going in for a nude splash. Please join me. Come on, bare-assed is the only way to swim anyway."
"All right then, I will," Fran said. "But I'm going to feel like a slob with the both of us stripped to the buff. I've let myself go to pot, and you've got such a lovely body."
"A sex kitten has to have a body. Diet and exercise. Constantly. It's a grind, believe me. If I went off my diet, I'd turn into a bucket of lard."
"I'll bet," Fran chuckled, as they undressed to skin beside the pool.
"Honest to God, I would. But why are you knocking yourself? You're in pretty fair shape for your age. A little plump, yes, and maybe a trifle too broad in the hips, but all in all, not bad. Do you need a cap?"
"Yes, please."
"Me, too, and I'll have to take these damned curlers out to get it on. OPAL!" Diane yelled. "WE NEED TWO BATHING CAPS OUT HERE! .. . Shit, I might as well get 'em myself. Opal can't hear herself fart."
Diane trotted off nude, removing curlers on the run, her world-famous tits and buttocks jouncing sexily.
After their refreshing swim, Fran got dressed and took a taxi to the hotel near the bus station, where she'd checked in upon arrival in Las Vegas, and she got her things, all of which fit into one suitcase since all she'd come for was a job interview. She and Diane had agreed to give it a week. If at the end of that trial period Fran and Diane's sons weren't getting along, then the actress would pay Fran for her time and she would be on her way back to Los Angeles, jobless again.
On top of playing tennis and swimming with her boss, it made Fran feel more like a guest than an employee to have supper with Diane that evening. It was a simple meal, however ... liver smothered in onions, spinach, baked potatoes with sour cream instead of butter ... not exactly the sort of food Fran had envisioned a gorgeous movie star eating. Opal, who was not a live-in maid, had prepared the food before she left for the day. There was ice cream if Fran wanted dessert, but Diane didn't have any so she didn't either.
Though she seemed to relish every bite she took, Diane ate sparingly. The conversation was friendly but rather one-sided, with Fran mostly answering questions and listening to instructions pertaining to what was expected of her as a governess.
At eight o'clock, after assuring Fran that she was welcome to use the main part of the house as her own and needn't go to her room until she was damned good and ready ... but to be sure and lock up before she did ... Diane disappeared into her sitting room to study the script for her upcoming movie in Spain.
Although Diane had said it wasn't her job, to leave it for Opal, Fran cleared the dining room table and scraped and stacked the dishes beside the kitchen sink. She decided against putting them into the machine. Opal might not like it. Turning off lights as she went, Fran left the kitchen, moved through the dining room and into the den, where she paused long enough to select a current best-selling novel from the wall-long, well-stocked bookshelf. Her room was equipped with a portable color TV but, other than the news and certain special programs, she didn't care much for television and thought she might go to bed early and read herself to sleep.
Fifty pages of the novel was enough. She tossed it aside. It was a big fat nothing, a theme novel, dull, with no recognizable plot. The fifty boring pages she'd wasted her time on should've put her to sleep but didn't. It was too early, only nine-thirty. Fran was debating whether to switch on the TV or go have a nice lulling hot soak in her private bath when Diane's voice, faint, almost secretive-sounding, drifted to her from across the pool:
"Critter? Here, Critter. Come on, boy." There was a moment of silence. Then a soft whistle, then:
"Yes, Good boy. What would I do without you? You know mama's lonesome tonight, don't you? Want to come in for a while and keep me company? Yes? Well, come on then."
Keep her company? Fran thought. That ridiculous-looking hound? My light's still on. She can see that. If she wants company, why didn't she call on me? Maybe she wants a listener who can't talk back? Oh, well. Fran shrugged. And here I was starting to think she was too normal to be a star.
Fran closed her eyes and stretched lazily. She thought of Mickey, the little redhead on the bus, and she smiled. It'd been small but, oh, so sweet, his darling dick. She wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing with himself if he was in bed. She'd taught him how, after he'd fingered her, and how the little bugger had gone at it. Maybe he was spying on his father and stepmother. She'd told him if he was careful, he might be able to get an eyeful while they were fucking. God, how she enjoyed waking little boys up to sex, turning them on to the excitement and pleasure they could have.
Hold on, Fran. That'll be enough of that. Mustn't think that way any more, she scolded herself. You've turned over a new leaf, remember? Never again. You're at the end of your rope, old girl. If you louse it up here, then what?
She got up, padded barefoot across the carpeted floor, sat down at the dresser and began brushing her shoulder-length, becomingly silver-flecked auburn hair. Oftentimes this soothed and relaxed her. Tonight it didn't. She put on her robe and slippers and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.
The windows of Diane's bedroom told Fran her employer was still awake, and probably through studying for the night because her sitting room was darkened. Perhaps she would like a little human company now. Fran decided to go see. She felt somewhat lonely herself. Keith and Jamie would be her excuse. She needed to know more about the boys who would soon be in her charge if everything worked out, and what woman, even a famous movie star, could resist a chance to talk about her own children?
Around the pool she went by moonlight, entering the darker brick and glass hallway via the sliding glass door which Diane had left open. There was one bright crack of light at the window, shining through drapes that'd been carelessly drawn, left open about an inch or so at the center. What made her do it, Fran would never know, for she certainly didn't expect to see anything unusual, but she hesitated at the window and peered into Diane's bedroom through the incompletely closed drapes.
Oh, my stars! Fran gasped mentally.
Her breath caught in her throat. She blinked in stunned disbelief. For a moment she thought her eyes were deceiving her. The lurid tableau displayed before her struck Fran as being ludicrous to the nth degree. With millions of drooling men to pick from, any one of whom would jump at the chance just to kiss her famous butt and probably sell his soul for the privilege of making love to her, why in the world would Diane Stevens do such a vulgar thing?!
But there the actress/singer was in all her naked splendor, lying half-on, half-off her ornate, canopied bed, flat on her back. The fabulous fanny that'd caused countless pricks to rear up in movie theaters rested precariously at the very edge of the mattress. Long, perfectly shaped legs were flung wide apart with knees flexed, feet pointed downward with the pedicured toes sunk deeply into the shag pile of the luxurious carpet.
And between those lovely legs, with his forelegs clasped around the trim waist of the beautiful redhead, was Critter. The huge Afghan hound, larger than a collie or a German shepherd, had his tapering organ in the pussy men dreamed of. His rear end pistoned swiftly. He was screwing her! Diane Stevens! The gorgeous sex kitten that men the world over fantasized they were fucking when they had intercourse with their wives and girl friends ... she was making it with her own dog!
Good Christ! Fran muttered under her breath. And I thought I was depraved! Why, compared to her, I'm an old-fashioned prude!
Disgust was Fran's first reaction, once the shock of discovering the incredible act of bestiality had faded. But the obscene sight of the stunningly beautiful star fornicating with her big monkey-faced dog held the middle-aged divorcee's attention like a powerful magnet. She couldn't tear herself away from the window. Unblinkingly she peered through the parted drapes as the Afghan humped blissfully away atop his writhing and sighing mistress. Revulsion gave way to excitement at witnessing such a taboo act, and once that happened Fran responded rapidly to the lewd visual and auditory stimulation bombarding her watchful eyes and alert ears.
"Ooohh ... oh, God ... Critter," Diane puled. "You're good as any man! Better than most! Uunnn .. . oh, it's goooodd!"
Fermentations of unbidden arousal came bubbling alive within Fran's mature loins. Diane had her arms around the shaggy white animal now. She was fucking with him, pushing down at the floor with her toes and the balls of her feet, making her well-packed bottom jerk up and down to the torrid tempo of the hound's thrusting motions. She matched him stroke for stroke, sighing, moaning, really slamming her juicy, red-rimmed slot up to get the full length of inflamed, wetly glistening dog-cock as Critter hunched it forcefully up her hairy hole.
From the rapturous expression on Diane's pretty face, Fran had no doubts that the younger woman was enjoying the thorough screwing she was getting from her furry, four-legged lover. Fran was getting a vicarious thrill from it, herself. It was making her hot and bothered. She began squirming in sensual discomfort, wondering how it would feel to have Critter hammering his bone into her that way. Diane's pleasured outcries made it sound absolutely delicious!
I'd better go back to my room! she thought with alarm. I'm starting to get ideas about that baboon-faced mutt, myself!
She felt feverish and lightheaded as she forced herself away from the window and started back around the pool on rubbery, weak-kneed legs. But it was too late. She'd peeked upon the lurid act of woman/dog copulation until the shock of it had ebbed only to be replaced by sensual arousal and a goading curiosity. The ideas were already implanted in her mind, and they refused to go away.
When Diane let her pet/lover back out, about ten minutes later, Fran was standing in the open doorway of her darkened room, staring across the pool, fighting the urge to go back over and spy on the rest of the illicit goings on in the opulent privacy of her secretly misbehaving employer's bedroom.
Quickly Fran ducked back into the darkness of her room, fearful that Diane might see her and suspect that she'd been out of her room, peeping through the window and something the actress/singer couldn't afford to have her public know about. She needn't have worried. As Critter, white and ghost-like by moonlight, trotted off down the opposite apron of the pool toward his fancy doghouse in the back yard, Diane's door swung closed and the lights in her bedroom went off immediately.
Fran breathed a sigh of relief. At least she would not lose this job for seeing something she shouldn't have. A blink of dim light from the vicinity of Critter's doghouse caught Fran's attention. It was gone when she glanced toward it. So was the dog. All she could see was his house, white, windowless but with green shutters that appeared to be closed over windows. It was large as the playhouse her carpenter father had built for her when she was a little girl.
"What in the. . . ?" Fran muttered, and left the remark unfinished.
Her curiosity was piqued in more ways than one now. Without bothering to close her door ... she intended to bring Critter back to her room and see what, if anything, would come of it ... she made her way down the side of the pool and across the back yard. Other than noticing the doghouse was huge and fancy, Fran hadn't paid any more attention to it that afternoon.
To her amazement ... it must've had underground electrical wires running to it ... when she squatted at the entrance and pushed open the swinging doors through which the Afghan could enter or leave at will, she discovered a night light glowing inside. Apparently it was left on all the time.
The inside walls were finished off like a regular house. It even had wall-to-wall carpeting. And it didn't smell a bit doggy either, for the thermostatically controlled heating and air-conditioning system that maintained the temperature of the doghouse at a comfortable seventy degrees at all times, also drew the fresh air from outside past a bar of mildly fragrant room deodorizer before it discharged it inside.
"My God!" Fran gasped.
She couldn't believe this. Diane Stevens' dog lived in a better house than a lot of people did!
"But why not?" she thought aloud. "He's more than a mere pet, isn't he? Why shouldn't she treat her secret stud to the best that money can buy?"
Critter lay curled up in the back of the single room ... small and low-ceilinged by human standards ... contentedly licking his shriveled penis and sperm-depleted testicles. He'd glanced up at Fran when she pushed open the swinging doors and stuck her head inside, then, without so much as a woof, had ignored her and resumed washing his privates in the typical canine fashion.
He still reminded her of a baboon wearing a woman's platinum-blonde wig. Only now that she'd seen him in action, servicing her boss, she no longer considered him ridiculous. What she'd seen through the drapes had left her voyeuristically hot and bothered. She was thinking that if the large Afghan hound was good enough for the famous Diane Stevens, then he ought to do for her, too, because she certainly had a sexual itch that needed scratching.
"Hello, Critter."
His head lifted. The sad, dark eyes in the baboon face fixed upon her curiously. His busy white tail, nude and curled over at the end, gave a little wag.
"Want to go to my room with me?" Fran asked, hoping Diane hadn't drained him to the point of complete disinterest. "Come on, boy, I need a fucking in the worst way and I want you to give it to me."
How did one talk to a dog? Why was she stooping this low? These thoughts crossed Fran's mind, but only fleetingly because she knew the answers. Forbidden sex was the most exciting kind, and what could possibly be more forbidden than a mature woman like her fornicating with a huge horny dog? He couldn't talk, could he, like the little boys who'd gotten her into trouble, so where was the risk? Only in getting caught in the act, which wasn't likely to happen. And besides, it'd look so satisfying when he was doing it to Diane. Fran just had to try Critter out herself! Tonight! Now!.
But the Afghan seemed perfectly content to remain where he was. Fran couldn't coax him out, so she got down on her hands and knees and, against her better judgment, crawled into the elaborate doghouse with him.
Not even a growl of protest did he offer. In fact, his tail wagged her a friendly welcome. Words weren't the way to communicate with an animal, she realized and, recalling how he'd sniffed her butt that afternoon, she swung about, pulled her robe and nightgown up around her waist and offered her pantied rump for his inspection.
This brought him to his feet. His cold nose nuzzled her behind as he sniffed avidly. Fran smiled to herself. She knew she was getting the message across to him now. When his head darted lower and his sniffing snout started poking at the dampened strip of nylon covering her secretion-leaking sex, Fran shivered with a surge of lewd expectation.
"Do you like it, boy? Does it smell good?" she asked unnecessarily.
"Woof!"
"Oh, you do, huh?"
"Woof, woof!"
"Shh, not so loud! All right, hush, I'm going to pull my panties down for you," she said, and she did, leaving them bunched around her knees for the time being.
"Good grief, your nose is like an ice cube!" she squealed, when Critter wedged it between the warm globes of her undraped plump posterior.
In vivid contrast to the icy, probing nose, the animal's warm breath bathed her anal gorge, the pleasurable sensations making Fran tingle with anticipation of bigger and better things that she hoped would soon be forthcoming.
Chapter Four
"Aaah!" she sighed gaspingly, when she felt the warm, wet tongue take a tentative swipe up through the crack of her outthrust ass. "Oh, that's lovely! More!"
She was not disappointed. The Afghan lapped eagerly up and down her asscrack. Fran's heart beat faster. This was a brand-new experience for her. The middle-aged woman was having her butt licked for the very first time, and the effects of it were highly desirable. It made her tremble each time the roughened upper surface of Critter's hot, scratchy tongue dragged luridly over the erogenous dimple of her pouting rosebud anus.
He was getting to her. Automatically her legs began inching apart, her knees stretching the pulled-down underpants. Her cunt was drooling now, exuding silvery strings of woman-goo that dangled obscenely between her fleshy thighs.
"MMM . . . OOOOH!" she whimpered and, due to the weakened condition of her arms, she let herself down onto her elbows.
With her torso thusly inclined, her rear end now the highest part of her and her knees spaced wide apart on the carpeted floor of the doghouse, it caused the blood-swollen labia of her hair-fringed slot to gape open. This released the vaginal odors from the febrile tunnel of her loins. The musky aroma wafted upward, into the nostrils of the ass-licking dog, and he whined plaintively. The smell of a woman's aroused cunt being similar to the canine-aphrodisiac aroma given off by a bitch in heat, though not as strong, it affected Critter in the way nature had intended. And besides, he was trained to service a human female. His penis, which was already beginning to reerect, started sliding swiftly from its furry sheath, growing fatter and longer by the second.
Once he'd got a good whiff of Fran's sweltering sex, the Afghan deserted her anal vale in favor of the smaller but more appealing crack below.
"HUU!" Fran exclaimed, when the icy snout jabbed right into the heated vestibule of her dew-dripping vagina.
Her teeth caught her lower lip and held it while the big dog sniffed frenziedly around in the desire-dilated opening of her burning, itching snatch. Then he started licking right into her pussy. Fran's mouth flew open. Her eyelids blinked rapidly. She sucked in her breath sharply, held it for a second, then let it out with a pleasured:
"OOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!"
Having her cunt lapped was nothing new to Fran, for her husband ... who'd divorced her in disgust because of her weakness for little boys ... used to go down on her. But his tongue had never felt like this!
"OH, GOD!" Fran gasped, for the canine tongue felt shockingly good.
Perhaps he had a natural talent for it, or maybe his movie-star mistress had trained him for this; whatever the case, though, Critter was one helluva cuntlapper and he was really going at Fran's succulent muff.
"LICK IT, LICK IT!!" she puled.
And did he ever!
Slurp, slurp, slurp, came the salacious noises of the Afghan's fervid twat-tasting, as his long red tongue snaked several times per second up through the tremulous trough of Fran's puffy coral labia.
He was swabbing out the whole of her upended puss, laving from the head of her blood-glutted clitoris below clear up to the fourchette above. Abrasively his tongue dragged through the nerve-laden slit, eagerly dipping into it and scooping out the dribbles of cunt-honey.
"THIS IS ENOUGH ... TO DRIVE A WOMAN . . . INSANE!" Fran whined.
But she loved the lascivious licking he was giving her. It felt divine. She hoped he never stopped tormenting her with that tantalizing tongue!
"DEEPER!" she begged. "LICK INTO MY PUSSY!"
He kept at her, doing it his way, and little by little she could feel the tip of his ever-moving tongue easing farther into her cleft mound.
"OOOOHH!" she moaned, when at last he tired of her cuntal vestibule and stuck his taste organ into the dimple of her vagina itself, parting the ultra-sensitive flanges of her scarlet inner labia.
She thought she would piss when the hot length of canine tongue slithered deeper and began greedily lapping the beads of her feminine sex fluids directly from their productive source ... the velvety walls of her secreting sheath ... then departing to carry the collected nectar back to his mouth. He must've liked her clear and viscous juices because he kept sticking his tongue up her, lapping around inside then pulling it out, sticking it up, lapping around inside then pulling it out, going a little deeper into her each time.
"LORD HAVE MERCY!" she sighed. "LICK DEEPER! DEEP-PEERR!!!"
Fran was shaking all over now, beginning to perspire. Nothing had ever felt so incredibly good to her as this did. It was simply unbelievable, entirely different from the way her ex-husband had eaten her. She had to agree with what she'd overheard Diane saying ... Critter was better than a man! At least at oral lovemaking, he was. A man's tongue couldn't reach half as far into her as the Afghan's was going. It was almost too good!
"OH, NOOH . . . DON'T STOP NOW!" she pleaded when, a moment later, the lust-inciting tongue departed her pulsating pussy and failed to return again.
Of course the dog didn't understand her, and it wouldn't've mattered if he had. His lapping of her privates was equal to human foreplay in his subhuman mentality, and it'd served its purpose of mutual arousal. So far as the huge Afghan hound was concerned, the preliminaries were over and it was time to mount up and ride the panting female. Woman or bitch, it made no difference to Critter at this stage of the game. Up he reared, forepaws prancing along her back as he walked the inflamed head of his dripping dong toward the hairy orifice of her desire-distended sex.
"OH JESUS GOD!" Fran gasped, and her head swam luridly as she thought, He's going to penetrate me now! Dear God, a dog!
This was what she'd come hoping to get, but now she was having second thoughts. In her mind's eye, she'd visualized it happening in her room, with her lying across the bed, the way she'd seen Diane doing. But it was happening in his doghouse not her room, with her on all fours like a bitch in heat not a woman! The way it was working out made her feel downright demented.
"NO, NO, NOOOO!" she whined piteously. "NOT HERE! NOT LIKE THIS!"
She had it in her mind to crawl out through those swinging doors, pull up her underpants and go to her room, coaxing the dog to follow. Except her passion-addled brain couldn't seem to convey the message to her feverish but shivering body.
This is insane! she wailed inwardly, as powerful forelegs clasped her around the waist and she felt the blunt tip of a red-hot poker jabbing erratically at her vulnerable portal.
"TURN ME LOOSE! GET OFF! OH, PLEASE! NO-OOH!"
Critter had just found his mark. He had an inch of tapering turgidity in her defenseless gap and was shifting about on his hind legs, getting ready to sink the rest of his long, thickening dog-dick into her human pussy.
"OOOOUUU!" Fran cried.
She was shivering with sinful anticipation, dreading the impalement but wanting it too, even under these humiliating circumstances.
Suddenly the forelegs gripped her torso tighter. The big shaggy white dog arched his back and hunched into her. His broadening bludgeon skewered into her, the pointed glans jarring her womb as the flared base ... thick as a well-hung man's prick ... stretched the hair-ringed rim of her orifice almost to the limit.
Fran threw back her head. She sucked in her breath raggedly. Even in her worked-up condition, it was quite a shock to have that much stiff, hot cock rammed up her all at once.
"NNNNNAAAAAAHHHHH!!" she squealed like a stuck pig.
He had her impaled to the hilt on his rock-hard phallus. But he gave her no respite. Soon as he'd effected a couple of small, position-improving hops, he began fucking into her with deeply stabbing strokes.
All she could do was take it. He had a viselike grip around her midsection and wouldn't be letting go until he'd shot his wad into her. She couldn't escape in her feverish, weakened condition. Not that she wanted to escape, for she didn't. Not now.
This was what she needed and wanted ... a hard, hot cock plunging in and out of her firebox snatch.
"OH, GOD . . . YES, YES ... IT HURTS SO GOOOODDDD!!!"
Her head drooped down. Hair hung in her face. She made her hands into fists against the pleasure being pumped into her. The depravity of kneeling submissively in a doghouse while the massive Afghan hound rode her as if she were some worthless back-alley bitch in rut didn't make a damn to Fran now. Even the humiliation of it became enjoyable to her.
"UUUNNN . . . SWEET DICK!" she hissed.
Again Fran had to admit that Diane was right. She wouldn't know about him being as good as any man, because she'd had only one ... little boys were in a category all their own and didn't enter into this comparison ... but Critter was screwing her far and away better than her ex-husband ever had!
He's ravishing me! she screamed in silent bliss. I can hardly breathe! That long prick is poking my cervix!
And indeed it was. The fingertip-sized head of the canine's driving prong pounded against the neck of her uterus, making that pear-shaped organ of femininity bob up and down in her abdominal cavity like a cork on a wind-swept lake.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" she chanted pantingly.
Because of the shape of his organ ... narrow at the front and tapering back to the broad, man-thick base ... it was like getting it for the first time all over again with each vigorous instroke. The flared base would stretch the elastic rim of her hairy slot into an enlarged O when he sank it in, then during each outstroke her gap would be allowed to spring back like stretched rubber recoiling, almost to its original elliptical size and shape. The incessant opening and closing of her erogenous orifice by the tapered shaft of pistoning canine rigidity provided Fran with a bombardment of voluptuous sensations that no human penis could ever hope to imitate. Being humped by a large dog, Fran was discovering, is entirely different from being laid by a man.
"YOU ARE BETTER THAN A MAN!" she cried whimperingly, inadvertently giving voice to the thought as it welled up in her passion-dazed mind. "LORD, WHAT A COCK! I LOVE IT! OOOOHHHHH! OH, YES .. . FUCK ME GOOODDD!!!"
"WOOF!" Critter barked, for he understood the tone of her voice.
His skinny red tongue hung out pantingly now, dripping saliva onto the back of her hiked-up robe. There was a glassy look about his blissfully blinking eyes. To and fro his rear end shuttled, propelled by the rippling muscles of his continuously arching back. His scrotum was as black as his dense coat of silky fur was white, the testicles inside growing larger as they replenished themselves with sperm. The black nutsac dangled low from the weight of the semen building within. It swayed heavily back and forth, going bump, bump, bump against the cushion of russet pubic hair covering Fran's Mound of Venus.
"OH, GOD . . . GODDD!!!" Fran moaned.
The sensations of it were like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Critter was humping it to her good now. His forelegs clung to her waist, tugging her back to meet him as he rammed the full length of his hotly pulsating prick hilt-deep into her human vagina. Gradually he gained momentum. His thrusts were becoming harder and faster by the second. The head of his driving rod struck rapid-fire against the sensitive gristle which comprised the mouth of her womb, shoving that pear-shaped organ of womanhood back up into her belly fast as the stretchable tube of her dilated sheath could tug it back down into its proper location during the outstroke.
She was being buffeted by the increasing force of his furious fucking motions. To and fro he kept her rocking on her elbows and knees. His furry haunches crashed repeatedly against her plump rump, mashing her fatty asscheeks like inflated balloons only to have the resilient globes spring quiveringly back to their original shapes, soft and white and round, before the next penetrating thrust flattened them again.
It was getting hot inside the doghouse from the rising heat of their carnally connected bodies. The air grew thick and moist, heavy with the pungent aroma of Fran's steaming human pussy and Critter's, rampant canine phallus. The smell of their bestial copulation assaulted Fran's passion-enlarged nostrils, making her dizzy and intoxicated with lust. By the time the thermostat clicked and the air-conditioner came on, she was moist with perspiration and could scarcely get her breath.
"JESUS . . . OOOOHHHHH . . . IT'S GOOD . . . SOO GOOODDDD!!!" she panted. "LORD, YESSSS . . . YOU MAGNIFICENT HOUND . . . FUCK ME . . . FFUUCCKK MMEEEE!!!"
As if he understood her impassioned plea, the Afghan suddenly increased both the speed and force of his womb-jolting lunges.
"NNNAAAGGGGHHHHHH! OH, BABY. . . YES, YES, YESSSS!!!" Fran cried abandonedly. "RAM IT UP ME . . . THAT WONDERFUL DOG-DICK . . . FAST AND HARD AND . . . AAAAAHH . . . DE-DDEEEEPPP!!!"
Critter had already pumped one load of canine sperm into his movie-star mistress. His testicles were full again, the pressure driving him on but, like a man going for the second time, he felt no urgent need to ejaculate. A good deal of prolonged sexual frictioning would be required to trigger the release of his second batch of sticky hot cum.
On and on it went, the huge dog clinging to her midsection, spearing his cock into her with swift and graceful movements until Fran began to think he would never climax. That was all right with her. But for some reason, she couldn't make it herself and this was terribly frustrating. Several times she found herself teetering on the brink of sexual relief, the tensions within her mounting until she wanted to scream and then, for some inexplicable reason, the winds of deprivation rushed past and carried away the swirling cloud of orgastic ecstasy before it could envelop her.
"UUNNN, UUNNN, UUNNN!" she chanted breathlessly, fists clenched, head lowered with hair hanging down in her desire-twisted visage.
It was maddening to be brought so close so many times only to be left hanging, wanting to cum so badly, needing the blessed relief that nothing but an orgasm could bring.
If only I could forget he's a dog! she screamed silently.
But she couldn't forget. The prick reaming into her was much hotter than a man's, long and superslick, and the conical shape of it made her febrile cunthole open and close around it several times per second, which provided a continuous stream of dilating sensations that the penis of no man could reproduce.
"GAWD . . . OONNGGG . . . OH, GGAAWWDDD!!!" she whined, gnashing her teeth against the bittersweet torture of it.
The shaggy white-furred animal humped blissfully away, his pistoning pole pumping Fran past the point of pleasure and into a twilight zone of sexual torment that was absolutely divine but so ungodly intense she feared her mind would snap and leave her crazy as a loon if the relief she so desperately needed wasn't soon forthcoming.
"HUU, HUU, HUU!" she hooted huskily, each time the big dog rammed his long tapering dong up into her sweltering snatch.
Each second seemed like an hour. Over the wild beating of her heart, Fran could hear her sexual juices sloshing around inside her heaving belly. She was secreting so much woman-goo that it escaped the unholy connection of human vagina and canine peter. Warm and slippery-wet, the stuff ran luridly down the insides of her fleshy white thighs and soaked into her pulled-down panties and the carpet beneath her knees.
"DEAR GOD!" she screeched, slinging her head in agony/ecstasy. "I CAN'T TAKE .. . ANY MORE OF THIS! IT'S DRIVING ME . . . RIGHT UP THE WALL! GET OFF, DAMN YOU! OH, PLEASE, CRITTER . . . TURN ME LO-LOOOOSEE!"
The panting Afghan paid her no mind. He was functioning purely upon the instincts of his subhuman sexuality. At this point, it would've taken a firehouse to get him off the woman. He was about to cum and, holding her securely around the waist with his vise-gripping forelegs as she struggled weakly and ineffectively to break free, he poured on the coals.
"UUNNN... AAAHHH... OOOHHHHH!" Fran uttered piteously, for she had virtually no strength and realized that she was a helpless victim of the feral lust of the massive Afghan hound.
She wished to God she'd left him alone, stayed in her room where she belonged, but it was too late for that now. There was nothing she could do except grit her teeth and bear it to the debasing end, if she didn't pass out before then, because it was perfectly clear that Critter wouldn't let up until he'd deposited his degrading animal sperm in her.
Fran resigned herself to her fate and, strangely enough, as she surrendered mentally as well as physically to the ignominy of being on all fours, taking a thorough screwing from a big horny dog as if she herself were nothing more than a submissive bitch in heat, that's when she really began to enjoy it!
Subconsciously she'd been resisting because of her servile posture and her previous attitude toward the unnatural act of bestial intercourse between a woman and dog. Once she accepted it, however, it was like throwing open the gates of a dam. A flood tide of carnal pleasure washed over her.
"OH JESUS GOD!" she squealed.
Beads of sweat popped out all over her. She began shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
"OOOOHHHHHHH! DON'T STOP! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! OH, GOD, GOD . . . DON'T STOP NNOOOOWWW!!!"
A swirling red cloud of orgasmic promise rolled thunderously toward her.
"LET IT COME! LET IT CCOOMMEE!!!" she yelled, figuratively throwing open her arms in welcome.
It no longer mattered to her that she was on all fours like an animal, for now she felt deliriously degraded. The sordidness of the lustful situation became appealing rather than repugnant to her. She was reveling in the perverted union, wallowing in the wondrous wickedness of being fucked so gloriously by a huge, hairy dog.
"OOOOOOHHHHH . . . YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAST YOU!" she whined. "YES, YES . . . FUCK ME . . . HARDER! FA-FASTER! RAM ME! STAB ME! SOCK IT TTOOO ME . . . THAT LOVELY HOT COCK! AAA-GOD, I LOVE IT... LLOOVVEE IITTT!!!"
This was the kind of response Critter was used to getting from Diane. Fran's passion-shrill voice spurred him on. His large black balls, heavy with their burden of steaming seminal fluids, drew up snugly against his body and began quivering with orgasmic readiness.
"HUU-OOHH, HUU-OOHH, HUU-OOHH!" Fran singsonged, batting her eyes with wonder, as a knot formed at the base of the Afghan's driving dick and started parting her puffy pussy petals all the more from the force with which the lump of entrapped ejaculate was being shoved in and out through the blood-gorged gates of her hairy hold.
It felt divine. She knew he was about to have a climax. The pleasure-giving knot shuttled rapidly within the rim of her slippery coral orifice. It stretched her labia delightfully, making them tug tantalizingly at the fiery finger of erectile clit-flesh which stood out boldly in the V at the bottom of her upended twat. His thrusts were growing shorter. He began whimpering. Forelegs gripped her waist all the tighter as Critter answered Nature's call and started fucking into her like the stud he was, cramming his hotly throbbing phallus into her with ever-shortening jabs.
"OONG, OONG, OONG!" Fran grunted, taking it and loving it.
The huge baboon-faced dog was ramming the meat to her faster than any man alive could ever hope to go. His hind end fairly flew back and forth, driving his rock-hard organ like a piston within the sucking wet cylinder of Fran's juiced up, salaciously squishing sheath.
Then the bulge of ready-to-be-released semen was inside her for good, pumping up and down like a plunger in the snug tube of her silky-slick vagina. It felt unbelievably good. All she could do was blink her eyelids and gasp for air, on her knees and elbows, in a doghouse, while Critter fucked her like a fiend, his encircling forelegs jerking her to and fro and his furry haunches pummeling the compressible spheres of her sweaty buttocks.
Swiftly the lump of imprisoned dog-gism glided up the tapering shaft of Critter's insanely thrusting dong, the tight fit of it within her vagina effecting little sucking noises inside her sweltering loins. The head of the furious friction became more than either of them could long endure. The woman's tremulous cunt burned and itched; the dog's prick was a throbbing, red-hot poker.
When the knot of bubbling semen reached the appropriate spot ... leaving the glans in front of it protruding like the rounded eraser on a wooden pencil ... Critter emitted a yelp of fulfillment and hunched his glowing rod home with a sudden arching of his powerful back. He rammed the whole damn thing up her, holding her around the waist so she had to take it whether she wanted it or not. A tremor racked the huge body of the glassy-eyed hound and he whined mournfully.
"OH MY GODDD!!!" Fran gasped, her hazel eyes snapping open to the size of half dollars, for she couldn't believe what was happening to her.
Because of her total arousal Fran's cervix had opened slightly in its hunger for sperm and, like the modern rocket which seeks the heat of a jet plane's exhaust, the pencil-eraser-sized head of the dog's in-hurled lance had zeroed in on her dilated orifice of ultra-femininity and embedded itself right into it. He was cumming a cupful of scalding hot jizz, and the stuff gushed from him under terrific pressure.
"HE'S SHOOTING IT . .. RIGHT INTO MY WO-WOMBBB!!!" she bleated incredulously.
And damned if he wasn't doing just that.
It felt to Fran as if she'd suddenly been impaled on the peak of an erupting volcano that was spewing torrential gushes of white-hot lava up into her belly. Her pear-shaped uterus swelled up like a tether ball being inflated with boiling water. She began to hurt inside, but it was the kind of hurting she wouldn't have missed for anything in the world because it was excruciatingly good.
"WWWWAAAAHHHH!!" she screamed, as the delicious ache of having her womb pumped delectably full of sticky hot dog-cum triggered her own release mechanism and sent her hurtling over the precipice into an abyss of red-velvet orgasmic rapture.
Her sperm-bloated womb contracted forcefully, expelling the pointed head of the large white dog's twitching prick from her winking cervical opening. Cum spewed out of that most feminine of all her female organs. The glutinous substance gushed in a white wave down the barrel of her vagina, coating the crimson walls of her tunnel as well as the inflamed shaft of the spurting canine cock which filled it.
" A AAA-GGGGAAAAHHHH!!" she groaned gutturally, throwing back her head. Her face was a mask of lustful bliss as she dug her fingernails into the carpet.
A frothy ring of gluey white belched past the stopper of the animal's plugging prick-base. The mass of their unholily mixed fuck juices sprayed in all directions. It coated her fluttering cuntlips and flowed into the sweat- and secretion-dampened ringlets of russet pubic hair surrounding her pleasured gap. It painted the furry sheath from which the Afghan's phallus grew, and it trickled obscenely down the inner slopes of Fran's shaky legs.
"CUMMING! I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, CCCUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNGGGGGH!" she shrilled.
Her entire torso shivered and shook. Her chest heaved as she sucked in and hissed out the air which her oxygen-starved lungs demanded. She was blowing like a mare that'd just run a race.
"OHGOD . . . GGOODD .. . OOOOHHHHH!!!"
Her belly pumped like a bellows, the skin shiny with sweat, muscles rippling spastically beneath the surface. Jets of canine semen were still spiraling into her pleasure-numbed depths. There was no room for it. Her convulsively spasming sheath squirted it back out past the tight fit of their joined genitals fast as the pounding prick of the giant dog could shoot it up her, so deeply that the cum-bullets ricocheted off the hypersensitive neck of her expanding and contracting uterus. The sordid mixture of woman-goo and dog cum began running in rivulets down the insides of her tremulous fleshy thighs.
"OH LORD GOD ALMIGHTY DAMN!!!" she moaned, her words running together in a jumbled, almost incoherent shout. "OOOUUUUU! OOOOHHHHH! AAAAHHHH!!!"
A series of a dozen or more flesh-quaking tremors racked her sweat-sheened torso, the final one, being the most intense, causing her to screech:
"HHAAA-LLLLAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Then her head flopped limply down and dangled between her arms. She began sobbing brokenly and shuddering uncontrollably. Time stood still. Her mind was a blank. She was having a cum the likes of which she'd never dreamed existed.
When Critter finally withdrew his limbering organ, Fran was too spent to move. She continued to kneel there on all fours, whimpering, sighing, as the animal vulgarly lapped up the co-mingled secretions oozing from the hair-rimmed gash of her weakly twitching twat.
It was a fucking she would not soon forget.
Chapter Five
All children took to Fran. Diane Stevens' sons were ho different. You can't fool kids or cats, as Diane well knew, so when she saw her boys warming to Mrs. Griggs she knew the woman's affectionate nature was genuine and not a put-on.
Fran tested the youngsters' educational levels. She found Jamie, the plump ten-year-old with mischievous brown eyes and darkish-blond, sun-streaked hair, to be only average.
"I've a feeling Jamie could do better, Diane," she reported. "I'd like to give him an IQ test."
"No. I don't believe in IQ tests or anything else that even hints of setting the limit on a child's potential abilities. Just push him, okay?"
"You're the boss," Fran said. IQ tests could be useful in certain circumstances, but one wasn't desperately needed here, and besides, she knew from experience that such tests weren't all that some educational authorities made them out to be. "What about Keith?"
"What about him?" Diane asked.
"He's very intelligent."
Diane smiled enigmatically. "And you want to test his IQ?"
"Not especially, unless you're curious to know just how intelligent he is. You may have a truly gifted child there."
"If I do, I don't want to know," Diane said. "And I don't want him to know either. It could be a stumbling block, so don't mention it to him."
"As you wish. I agree with you, incidentally. There's no point in giving a child a big head. Do you want me to push Keith, too?"
"I don't think so," Diane said thoughtfully. "As long as he doesn't fall behind in any of his subjects, why don't you let him set his own learning pace?"
Fran nodded.
"I've been debating whether or not to start them in the public schools this fall. Sometimes I think I should. Sooner or later, they're going to have to learn to cope with the world. Maybe I've been too protective. What do you think, Fran?"
"It might round out their personalities better," Fran admitted. "But if you think I'm going to encourage you, think again. I'd be out of a job then, wouldn't I?"
"Of course not. They'd need you just as much, maybe more, even. I'm always gone somewhere, working. Haven't you figured out yet what I really want for them is a substitute mother?"
"I've suspected it."
"Someone who loves children the way you do," Diane went on. "I believe I can trust you to look out for my boys as if they were your own."
"I've never had any of my own," Fran said. "I can't."
"Female trouble?"
Fran nodded. "I miscarry."
"But you've wanted children of your own."
"Yes."
"Shall we wait till the end of the week before we commit ourselves to a contract, Fran?"
"A contract?"
"Didn't you expect one?"
"For a job like this? Frankly, no, I didn't."
At the end of the trial period, with Keith's and Jamie's hearty approval, the two women signed a contract for a year and Fran flew to Los Angeles for the rest of her belongings. Two weeks later, Diane Stevens was off to Spain for the filming of her movie, leaving Fran in complete charge of her young sons.
It was like leaving an alcoholic alone in a liquor store, especially at night when the colored maid had left for the day. Fran was determined not to break the trust which Diane had put in her. But both lads were immensely appealing to her because of her peculiar perversion. On the very first night of Diane's absence, she was sorely tempted to kiss more than the cheek of the cute and cuddly ten-year-old when she tucked him into bed. To make matters worse, Keith entered her room moments later without knocking, and he very nearly caught her masturbating. She was lying across her bed fully dressed, rubbing her cunt through the material of the trousers bf her pantsuit. If he'd waited five minutes and then come in without knocking, he'd have found her naked from the waist down, finger-fucking herself to beat the band while she fantasized going down on his little brother.
As it was she managed to get her hand from between her legs without the twelve-year-old realizing what she was up to. He wanted to play her a game of chess. Fran indulged him, but she would've rather played life's more basic game with the sandy-haired, athletically lean young adonis. After Keith returned to his own room, Fran sneaked outside, thankful that Diane hadn't taken Critter with her, and on her elbows and knees in the doghouse she took her second screwing from the Afghan hound.
It was just what she needed to ease the tension and calm her down. Bestiality wasn't exactly her bag. But she had to have some relief and it wasn't bad. Not as thrilling as the first time had been, but still satisfying, a good substitute for what she really craved. The way Fran figured, screwing the big horny dog was the lesser of two evils, for without it she knew she would weaken and wind up seducing one or the other of the innocent young boys in her charge.
And she also knew she would be lost if she did. She'd made herself a promise ... never again ... and in the same way an alcoholic has to constantly guard against taking that one drink which he knows will be his downfall, Fran had to guard against her oral hunger for the sweet peters of the two little boys in her care. She loved those precious kids already, and they loved and respected her, too. If she corrupted these two, she would never forgive herself.
I won't do it this time! she swore. I can control myself! I've got to!
"Fran?"
"Mmph?"
A hand was gently shaking her shoulder. She rolled away from it and hugged the pillow.
"Fran, get up."
Her eyes blinked open. She rolled back over. It was Keith. He was wearing his tennis garb.
"Mom said yoU'd play tennis with me."
She yawned and stretched. "At this time of the morning? What time is it?"
"Ten past five."
"It's too early," she complained.
"No. It's the best time. Before it gets hot."
"Oh, all right," she grumbled.
Unthinkingly Fran turned back the covers. Her nightgown had ridden up during the night. She wore no panties or bra when she slept. Before she realized it was happening, she'd given the adolescent a show. The sight of her hairy cunt caused the lad to flush with embarrassment. But he stared right at it and, when Fran glanced at his loins, she noticed an appealing bulge forming. It was all she could do to keep from reaching out and caressing it.
No, damn it, no! she scolded herself. To the boy she said, "I have to get dressed."
"I'll, uh, wait for you on the court," he mumbled and, red-faced, he went out.
That first morning, she played badly, stumbling around, half asleep. Keith skunked her. He took the game seriously, hoped to become a pro and, like his mother had said, he was quite good for a twelve-year-old.
"I'm not much competition for you, am I, Keith?"
He grinned, shook his head. "You'll get better."
And she did. Playing tennis was not one of the duties listed in her contract. But Keith loved it and Fran knew it would do her good to get out there and exercise every morning, so she did it for both their sakes, and she played her best. Her game improved rapidly. At the end of two weeks, after the soreness in her muscles had come and gone, she was starting to feel better than she had in years. Bright and cheerful. Energetic. Alive.
Every morning when Keith came to wake her up, he stood beside her bed, his blue-green eyes eager and alert. Fran knew what he hoped to see and she didn't disappoint him. She knew she shouldn't do it but she convinced herself there was no real harm in it, and besides, the brief glimpses she let him have of her pussy thrilled them both.
Hot and sweaty after their early morning games of tennis, they generally went for a dip in the pool. One morning the left shoulder strap of Fran's bathing suit broke. She was in a carefree mood and decided what the hell, he'd seen her puss plenty of times so why should she mind if he got a look at her titties? -
"I can't swim this way. I think III take it off," she said. "Do you mind?"
Keith shook his head.
She removed the top of her two-piece bathing suit. The sight of her exposed breasts, medium-sized white mounds that sagged slightly, with coral cones at the tips, fascinated the youth. He couldn't take his eyes off them. His cheeks turned red and his swimming trunks grew a bulge. Fran's nipples crinkled under .the lad's excited gaze.
"Your mother and I swam in the nude when you weren't here," Fran said impulsively. "It's nice. Did you ever skinny dip?"
"When I was y-younger."
"Would you like to now? With me?" she asked. Opal wouldn't be in until eleven. Jamie was still in his room. He had to be driven out of bed each morning, so Fran knew the younger boy was still asleep.
"You can," Keith said sheepishly. "I don't th-think I'd better."
"Oh, come on," Fran teased. "Don't be bashful."
She knew why he didn't want to take off his bathing trunks. He had a full erection. But that's why she wanted him naked, so she could see it.
"We won't tell anyone we did it," she said, peeling down the elastic waistband of her swim shorts until the top edge of her russet bush peeked out to interest and entice the youth. "I will if you will."
Keith gulped. He shifted nervously. Finally he nodded and, looking like a condemned man who didn't want to die but was fascinated with the prospect of what lay beyond death, he stammered, "All ri-right then ... if you're su-sure it's okay."
The middle-aged woman smiled like a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth. She knew she was playing with fire, but it was so exciting, and besides:
Vm not going to do anything, she kidded herself. Just a look at him, that's all I want. And he's dying to see me naked, the sweet thing!
"There's nothing wrong with nudity," she said, tugging down her swimsuit bottom. It slid down her legs and fell to the concrete about her feet with a wet-sounding splat. She stepped out of the garment and left it lying where it was. "The human body is a thing of beauty, Keith. Don't be ashamed of yours."
The twelve-year-old tried to smile but couldn't manage it.
"Your turn," Fran goaded. "Pull 'em off."
Self-consciously Keith untied the waist-string of his form-fitting swim briefs and, turning his back to Fran, removed them. "I'm embarrassed."
"There's no need to be," she said. Just the sight of his muscular young buttocks, starkly white compared to the rest of his deeply tanned body, caused little bubbles of arousing fermentation within the boy-loving governess' mature loins. "You're a good-looking young man, did you know that? Turn around and let me see you."
"I can't!" he wailed, and he dove into the pool. "You coming?" he asked, treading water.
Fran took off her bathing cap. She shook her head no while she was shaking out her shoulder-length hair, the flecks of silver turning invisible as the morning sun highlighted the ofttimes hidden reddish tone of her auburn tresses. Deliberately she stood with her legs apart, at the very edge of the pool, so that Keith could look right up into her parted pussy.
"I've had enough," she said.
"You're not going in already, are you?"
"No, not yet. I feel lazy. I think I'll lie down and take a little sun."
She lay down on a chaise lounge and waited. It wasn't long until Keith was getting out of the pool, coming self-consciously toward her. She'd known he would. Intelligent children are always very curious, and evidently she was the first naked lady he'd ever seen.
"I feel lazy, too."
Fran patted the lounge chair beside her. "Then join me."
His youthful organ was still very much erected, Fran noticed with one quickly appraising glance, after which she averted her gaze, neither mentioning nor looking directly at his hard-on. She didn't want to embarrass him or scare him away. Keith lay down beside her. She reached over, took his hand and gave it a squeeze.
This is going to be like taking candy from a baby, she thought, smiling with her eyes closed.
She turned her head to the side, face away from him, so he'd feel easier about looking her over. And he was looking. She could feel his eyes on her breasts and belly and the dense triangle of her gray-sprinkled, reddish-brown pubic hair. His hand trembled imperceptibly in hers, telling her much clearer than words that he was hers for the taking.
And she meant to take him. She'd decided while he was in the pool that Keith was the type of boy who could keep his mouth shut.
I can't help myself, she rationalized.
The truth of the matter was, she didn't want to help herself. She wanted Keith. Her hunger for the youngster had grown steadily with each passing day. Damn the danger. Seducing a young boy was the most exciting and satisfying thing in the world, and she felt daring enough this morning to do it.
She scooted closer, spread her legs, drew his hand between them and placed it on her clef ted mound. The boy gasped. He froze. His hand rested on her privates. It was shaking. Evidently he didn't want to pull it away but was afraid to move it.
"You've been looking at it every morning lately," Fran said. "I thought you might want to touch it. Go on, feel it all you want. I don't mind."
To help him get started, she moved his hand around over her furry cup of love. When she put her arms down alongside her body and left him on his own, he kept it up.
"Do you like my pussy?" she asked unnecessarily, for she could tell by the eagerness of his timid and inept fondling that he did.
"Yeah!"
"It excites you to touch me there, doesn't it?"
"It sure does!" he said. "It's so hairy!"
She turned her head toward him and flashed him a reassuring smile. The excitement mirrored in his youthful visage added to her illicit thrill. She told him it was supposed to be hairy, and she had him scoot closer so he could feel her up better.
"It's getting wet, Fran!"
"That's because you're making me hot," she said. "When a boy gets hot, his peter gets hard, the way yours is now, and a woman gets puffy and wet like I'm getting."
"Why?"
"So they can fuck. I guess you know about fucking, don't you?"
He started to nod, then decided to be honest and shook his head no, admitting his sexual ignorance.
"Oh, you sweet thing!" Fran gushed. Her previous experience with little boys had told her this one was pure and innocent but ripe for plucking. "Would you like me to teach you all about it?"
"Boy, would I!" He'd heard enough to get the idea that sex was supposed to be great, and he was eager to find out all he could.
"There's one condition, though," Fran told him.
"What is it?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure."
"Good, because that's what this has to be, our secret."
"I won't tell anyone!"
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart!"
This was what she'd been waiting to hear and, now that he'd said it, she reached over and took hold of his fat dick.
"Ooouuu!" the kid whimpered, as she gave his stem a squeeze then ran her hand exploringly up and down it.
"Oh, baby," she cooed. "You've got a nice one!"
She pushed his hand away from her sex and sat up beside him. For a twelve-year-old, Keith had quite a hammer on him. It was nice and thick, and she estimated its length at five inches. His testicles were nearly as large as her ex-husband's. There was a sparse growth of silky brown down on his fatty pubic mound. His young pole was hard as a rock. It angled above his tummy. The shaft had a slight upward curve to it. Cute and pinkly pouting, the slitted tip of the rosy glans peeked past the opening of its elastic foreskin hood.
"Hold still. I won't hurt you," she breathed as she swung between his legs on her knees and leaned over him.
"What are you . . . go-going to do?"
"I'm going to kiss this lovely dick and ... lots of nice things that you'll enjoy. Wait and see if you don't!"
Fran stripped back the foreskin and laid bare the rosy plum of desirable boymeat. For a moment she just held the shaft and gazed at the head, feasting her eyes on its sexual beauty. Her mouth started watering for it.
"Oh, Keith," she sighed. "That's the prettiest prick I've ever seen!"
The child didn't know what to think. He'd led a sheltered life and was very naive. All he had was a vague idea of what fucking was about. It'd never occurred to him that a woman might want to kiss a guy's thing! Especially a nice lady like his new governess. But he wasn't complaining. She'd said she would teach him all about it and he guessed maybe this was part of it.
His proud young rod was everything that a boy-lover like Fran could ask for. She tossed her hair all to one side, then pursed her sensuous red lips and lowered her head toward the object of her lecheress' desire.
Smack! She kissed the undersurface of the head.
He was immaculately clean but the distinctive odor of aroused cock, together with a faint trace of chlorine from the swimming pool, rose up into her nostrils. The passion-provoking fragrance made her whimper involuntarily.
"Oh, God," she sighed.
Two red-nailed fingers hooked around the shaft at its midpoint and tugged up the toothsome organ till it stood nearly straight as a diminutive flagpole.
Smack, smack, smack!
Her head moved this way and that as she rained uncounted kisses of adoration upon the bulbous morsel of boyish glans penis.
Keith held his breath and gritted his teeth. Her hand had felt good, but there was no comparison between it and her lips!
Kissing his dickhead wasn't enough to slake her perverted thirst for oral sex with the handsome boy child. Fran had known beforehand that it wouldn't be, because it never was.
"Did you like that, darling?" she husked, glancing up, and when he nodded, she purred, "Then you'll love this!"
And with that, she stuck out her pink tongue and started licking the youthful knob like an ice cream cone.
"OOOH!" he gasped with the pleasure of it.
"Mmm, slurp, slurp!" came her answering sigh, together with the lurid sounds of her tongue swiping at the rosy convexity of her womanly delight.
Her pink swab curled serpentine over, under and around the darling dickhead. There wasn't a fraction of an inch of it upon which she failed to lavish her lewd affection. She licked it lovingly, making the crown swell larger and take on a purplish hue. Before she paused, she had the whole taut-skinned knob glistening wetly with the liberal coating of bubbly saliva her tongue had painted onto it.
"And how did you like that?" she asked, reading her answer through the narrow slits of his twinkling blue-green eyes even before he managed to exclaim:
"OH, BOY!"
Fran chuckled. She was in her element now. This was what she loved. Now she doubted that she could ever quit. She'd tried and failed. But why should she give it up? Making it with young boys turned her on as nothing else did.
"Then you'd better hang on tight," she told the kid. "Because we're just getting started and, baby, the best is yet to come!"
Having forewarned him, she peeled back the foreskin all the way. Her head swooped down like a large bird of prey and she orally engulfed the sensitive bulb of his denuded glans.
"AAAAHHHHH!" he. cried in pleasured shock.
Puffy red lips tightened like drawstrings around the top of the shaft as Fran sucked down hungrily on the dome it supported. Despite the licking she'd given it, the turgid knob still had a pleasantly salty overtone which only enhanced the basic flavor of immature male musk which the forty-three-year-old woman loved so well.
"UUM-MMMM!" she moaned through her nose.
If ever she'd had a more delectable hunk of boymeat in her carnivorous oral cavity, Fran certainly couldn't recall it at the moment. This one was a highly suckable pecker, nearly big as a man's, but oh, so sweet and tender, as only a young boy's can be. She was in her own private paradise of fellatial delight.
Slavishly she began sucking and licking the yummy cockhead as she held the stem of the sex flower in her hand. The blood-bloated knob was giving off a feverish heat. Its stretched skin felt smooth as silk and soft as velvet to the roughened upper surface of her lasciviously laving tongue.
A drop of sticky wetness oozed from the tiny-lipped mouth at the tip of his glans, and Fran's insatiable tongue swiped it up greedily.
"MMM!" she whined, as the viscid juice penetrated the pink pores of her appreciative tongue and set her discerning taste buds to tingling with joy.
She sucked all the harder, simultaneously stripping his stalk with her fingers. The reward for her effort was two more drops of the palate-pleasing fluid, and she savored it before swallowing it down.
Fran started going down on the youth in earnest then, giving him the full benefit of her oral expertise. This was her bag. She loved eating boys and had plenty of experience, so the twelve-year-old was having his knob copped by a truly talented fellatrice.
At first her head rose and fell leisurely and gracefully at Keith's finely downed loins, the tip of her educated tongue teasing the prominent vein running the length of his shaft's undersurfaee as she sucked longingly at the top four inches of his pulsating pole.
"OOOH... AAAH... UNNN!" came his automatic outcries of pleasure.
And how Fran enjoyed hearing them. She supposed she would never understand why, but she found her greatest pleasure in giving oral pleasure to little boys. Keith was twelve, tall as she was, with a build like a sixteen-year-old and a dick on him like a man's, but because of his mother's protectiveness he was still as pure and innocent as most boys are at six.
Not any more, she thought with lustful glee. I've got you now, baby! Fm robbing you of your innocence and Fll suck the purity out of you too, before I get through with this lovely stiff cock of yours!
She was not only corrupting him but was leading him down the primrose path of perversity too, and she was smugly pleased with herself because tainting a young boy always made her feel so wonderfully wicked.
What a dirty cocksucker I am! she said silently, and it gave her a vulgar charge to admit the truth which she'd always known about herself but had been trying to deny for propriety's sake. Vm a hopeless case! The psychiatrist couldn't cure me, and I know why ... I didn't really WANT to be cured! Lord, no! Not then! Not now! Not ever!
Gradually her head began bobbing faster at the boy's loins. The bluntly rounded tip of the skinned-back dickhead went bump, bump, bump against the back of her throat. Because of its length, she couldn't get it all in her hungry hot mouth. But she wanted it badly, that final inch which was being denied her.
"MMMM!" she moaned, frustrated by her inability to take in every bit of the sweetest boycock she'd ever found.
Her eyes were narrowed down to mere slits now. Passion flared her nostrils. The soft moist circle of her puffy red lips clung salaciously to the tubular hunk of hotly pulsating prick, folding in against the fronts of her teeth as she let down her head, then distending out obscenely around the spit-glistening shaft as she came up sucking harshly on it.
She couldn't stand not being able to get every bit of it into her greedy oral cavern. In desperation to have it all, she emitted a nasal whine and plunged her head downward. The business end of
Keith's fat dick banged into the back of her throat. It burrowed into the yielding tissues behind the silky membranous lining and then, all in one motion it seemed, lurched downward as the supporting shaft bent slightly. His swollen glans skidded right down into her gullet and lodged in the upper region.
Fran made a gurgling noise of carnal joy. A terrific fellatial charge blasted through her.
I did it! Took it all! she trilled silently. She would've yelled it out but that was impossible because of the amount of palpitating pecker she held in oral captivity.
The end of her nose buried itself in the boy's finely downed pubic mound. Her red lips molded themselves to his perspiration- and chlorine-scented crotch. She had him orally engulfed right down to the very root of his ironlike rod!
"NNAAGGHHH!" Keith groaned ecstatically. In a fit of lust he grabbed her head and tried to stuff his balls into her pleasure-giving mouth too.
It thrilled Fran to the core of her being to evoke such a complete and vulgar response from the innocent youth. She slid her hands beneath him, cupped his muscular buttocks and, pulling at them, pressed her face into the relative softness of his warm, damp, heaving abdomen. She couldn't breathe but this didn't concern her for she'd found sexual Nirvana at last. Fran never wanted to come up. The head of his adorable dong was pulsing deep in her throat, and how she loved having it there. Impulsively she began swallowing around it.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" he sighed whiningly, bowing up, jerking at her head, trying to drive his aching dork deeper yet.
Fran's throat could be seen pumping spasmodically up and down. What couldn't be seen was the way the ringed portion inside it was stroking the entrapped knob of boyish sensitivity. Each tightly gripping ring of her gulping gullet popped separately and distinctly back and forth over the turgid bulb, tugging deliciously at the ultra-tender flare of its tufted coronal ridge.
It was maddening. The twelve-year-old could hardly bear it. This was his first voyage through the pleasures of the flesh, and he was getting a blowjob like all men dream of but precious few ever receive. The pent-up tensions inside him mushroomed. He feared his peter might burst from the internal pressure but he didn't care if it did. Although he didn't know it, because nothing like these mind-boggling sensations had ever swept over him before, Keith was about to cum for the first time in his young and over-protected life.
But Fran knew it. She recognized the warning twitch his ferreous stem gave, and up she came. With only the head of his orgasm-primed prong in her mouth, she sucked like a she-demon and flailed the taut-skinned knob with whiplike lashes of her educated tongue.
Cum, baby, ccuummmm!!! she begged mentally.
She didn't know if he was mature enough to manufacture ejaculate. Some twelve-year-olds could and others couldn't. But if his tight, body-hugging nuts had so much as a drop of milky fluid in them, she wanted it. Her cheeks folded inward and began quivering like a nursing baby's as she applied a vacuumlike suction and slavishly licked the enlarged glans of his throbbing penis to coax from him the creamy reward she hoped he would have for her.
"UUNNN, UUNNNNN!!!" Keith half-moaned, half-groaned through clenched teeth.
NOW! NNOOWWH!" Fran screamed inwardly. "YOU'RE READY! TURN LOOSE, BABY! LET IT HAPPEN! CUM FOR MMEEEH!
"UUOONNGGG!" the kid groaned, squinting shut his glassy eyes and flinging his head from side to side. Then the full impact of his onrushing climax hit him. He squealed, sucked in his breath in rapture and awe. "UNG, UNG, UUUNNNNGGGGG!!!" He shuddered and gave out with the instinctive punts of the male planting seed.
The bloated cockhead swelled up larger yet. His prick jerked it up against the roof of her mouth. It shrank slightly with a seizurelike contraction and, as it did, a stream of seminal fluid spurted from the slitted tip. The heated substance gushed out with surprising force, painting a jagged line of gluey white across the middle of Fran's pink soft palate. Some of it struck the back of her throat with a tiny splatting noise that only she could hear, and it trickled luridly down toward her stomach.
"MMMM!" she moaned through her nose.
She sucked ravenously for the rest of his load. The next jet was less forcefully expelled. It arced sluggishly from him and fell directly onto her eagerly awaiting tongue.
HOW SWEET IT IISSSH! she screamed silently, as the slight acridity of the pristinely pure juices she was stealing from him permeated the pores of her appreciative tongue and stung her discerning taste buds in a highly agreeable manner.
The rest of his semen oozed bubblingly from the eye of his ballooning dickhead. There wasn't much more, but the quality not the quantity is what Fran was interested in. She'd never tasted better. A young boy's cum is thinner and milder than a man's, and to a boy-lover like Fran's way of thinking, vastly superior too. Keith's sexual secretions were scrumptious beyond belief.
ITS LIQUID AMBROSIA! she thought with lecheress' delight. NECTAR FIT FOR APHRODITE HERSELF, THE GODDESS OF LLOOVVEEH!
Voraciously she vacuumed from the whimpering, shivering lad all the pure and woman-pleasing ejaculate he had to give her. She held it in her mouth, letting it build up and mix with her saliva so she could swish her tongue through it and savor the tangy, satisfying flavor. Only when she'd drained his weakly twitching stalk of its final reluctant drops did she allow herself the supreme pleasure of swallowing his small but gratefully received offering of delectable boycream.
SLURP! came the loud and lurid sound when she raised her head, still sucking, and the soft red circle of her fellatrice's lips lost the convex forefront of purplish rigidity. She was feeling uncommonly voluptuous and made the cocksucking noise deliberately.
"Well?" she purred throatily. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"
"It was ... gre-great!" he panted.
"You sweet thing!" she gushed.
She'd robbed him of his virginity but, to Fran's surprised delight, it would take more than a mere fellating to steal his youthful virility. His prize pecker stood proud and strong, shining brightly as its coating of saliva reflected the rays of the rising sun. It was still as hard as when she'd started in on him, and it seemed to have grown larger.
Fran patted his thigh and playfully tickled his relaxing testicles. "You're such a strong, handsome boy. Let's not waste that hard-on. I want you to fuck me with it!"
Chapter Six
Sex was brand-new to the healthy youngster. He'd just had his first orgasm and enjoyed it tremendously, so he was every bit as eager as his trembling tutoress to continue with the lesson. At Fran's request, he got up and helped her arrange the mattress-like pads from their lounge chairs on the concrete patio, under the roofed portion close to the house where it was shaded, and secluded from Jamie's view should his younger brother happen to awaken and look out his window.
"Isn't it a beautiful morning," Fran commented, stretching, brazenly flaunting her nudity before the equally bare-assed boy. He was picking up then-discarded bathing suits. She'd told him to. "You like the early 'morning hours best, don't you, Keith?"
He nodded and smiled. As he walked toward her, carrying their swimsuits, Fran's smoldering hazel eyes were treated to the sight of his upward-angled penis preceding him and his virtually hairless scrotum dangling loose and relaxed between his lean, muscle-rippling thighs.
"And that's beautiful, too," she said.
"What is, Fran?"
"Your dick and balls, baby. You. All of you."
He flushed slightly. "So are you," he said.
Fran started to protest that she was just a plump middle-aged woman, a dumpy cow compared to his gorgeous movie-star mother, but Keith's eyes were admiring her and his words rang true. It made her feel feminine and desirable, almost pretty again, as once she had been before the ravages of the years had taken their toll.
"God love you for that," she murmured.
"I love you, too," Keith said sweetly and simply.
She realized he'd caught only part of her utterance but she wasn't about to repeat it. Her heart skipped a beat. Did he mean what he said the way she thought he meant it? Was it possible for him, a handsome lad of twelve, to fall in love with a woman as old and average-looking as her? Did he even know what love was?
Fran's spirits soared. He sounded sincere, and he was quite mature for his age. He did love her, or at least thought he did. But even if he was merely infatuated with her, that in itself was glorious, more than she deserved or had dared hope for. Tears misted her eyes. She took him in her arms and hugged him to her bosom.
"Oh, my darling, my precious paramour," she sighed. "You make me feel good all over! So young and alive! Yes, yes, I love you, too! What woman wouldn't?"
The wet swimsuits were cold against her hip. She took them from his hand and tossed them aside. Then she placed his arms around her and hers around him. They stood there embracing for a long and soul-stirring moment, woman and boy, their bodies pressing together, his erected penis boring into the yielding flesh of her soft, not-unattractively rounded lower abdomen, with her kissing peckingly about his forehead and girlishly pretty face.
"Come, my love," she breathed, taking his hand in hers and leading him toward the pallet they'd made together. "Making love is what you and I have in store for us now, and that's the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world!"
"Aren't we going to fuck?"
She laughed softly. "Of course we are, darling, but fucking is only a part of lovemaking, just one of the many things that a boy and gi ... a woman can do."
Fran drew him down onto the pallet with her. They lay on their sides, gazing into one another's eyes while she stroked his dick and taught him how to fingerfuck her the way she liked it.
"What's this called?" he wanted to know.
"Mutual fondling," she cooed. "Or petting. It's nice, isn't it?"
"I'll say!" He had two fingers up her now and was jabbing them rhythmically within her well-lubricated slot. "When you took my peter in your mouth, what's that called, Fran?"
"Oh my, there're lots of names for that, baby." She had both hands between his legs, one caressing his priceless jewels while the other lazily pumped his handle. "The proper term for it is fellatio, but most people call it going down, or eating it... cocksucking ... a blow-job ... oh, that's enough terminology. More than you need to know at your tender young age.
He grinned and winked at her. Their faces were only inches apart.
"You little rascal," she chuckled. "I believe you really do go for mature women."
"I go for you."
"Wouldn't you rather be doing this with a girl your own age?"
"Heck, no! Girls my age are all dumb and giggly."
"I'm more your type, huh?"
"You bet, honey."
Fran thought she would wet all over his hand when he called her honey. The thrill it gave her was incomparable. It made her tingle and glow from the top of her head clear down to the tips of her toes.
"I like that. You can call me honey or anything else you want to when we're alone. Just be careful not to do it in front of Jamie or Opal, okay?"
"Sure, honey."
He sounded as if he understood. She hoped he did.
"Kiss me, Keith. That's part of lovemaking too."
Without closing his eyes, he puckered up and gave her a little boy's kiss. It was terribly sweet, especially with them mutually masturbating at the same time. But for the next kiss, Fran had him close his eyes and open his mouth a little. She pressed her lips to his the way a passionate woman kisses a man.
Cautiously she insinuated the tip of her tongue between his lips and began teasing it back and forth. Unlike some little boys she'd known, Keith didn't pull away. He stayed right with her and, when she started slipping her tongue into his mouth, he licked back at it, tentatively the first few times then more boldly as he became sure that this was what she wanted him to do.
In the best of all possible ways, by doing not explaining, she was teaching him to French kiss. He was a fast learner, and very eager to master each part of the lascivious lesson she was giving him.
Like a lithery snake her tongue crawled deeper and deeper into the more-than-willing-to-take-it mouth of her youthful lover. It was hot and moist inside his sweetly receiving oral chamber. Fran's taste organ dipped under his, circled it twice, then darted off to the side, over his teeth and up the silky-smooth inner surface of his cheek.
A sigh of longing escaped her dilated nostrils as she fed him the remainder of her pink organ and left it in deep for a good two minutes of wriggly motions which thoroughly explored the hidden recesses of his heretofore uninvaded oral cavern.
She withdrew her tongue slowly, coaxing his to follow. Once she had his timid tongue in her mouth, she sucked it and licked it avidly, squeezing his prick but nothing more for, in his excitement, he added a third finger and began pumping her hairy crevice like mad. He was bringing her off.
"MMMMM ... MMMMMM .... MMMM!!" she moaned into his mouth, and she sucked his luscious taste organ all the more rapaciously while she shivered and whimpered with pleasure.
"You made me cum," she sighed when, moments later, she broke the lengthy wet kiss and pushed his hand away from her too-sensitive pussy. He didn't seem to understand, so she added, "Like you did when I fellated you."
"Oh." He grinned. "Did it feel good?" he asked, sounding as if he were proud of himself.
"Oh my, yes," she said.
"Does that mean we fucked?"
"No, no, you masturbated me, is all."
He heaved a sigh of relief. "Boy, I'm glad. I was afraid we were all finished."
"Oh, you sweet thing!"
She hugged him tight and laughed with glee. Then she told him he had merely fingerfucked her, and she explained the difference between it and honest to goodness fucking.
"Gosh!" he said. "May I put my peter in your pussy now?"
"I'm ready if you are," she told him.
He was more than ready. This whole bit fascinated him. As for Fran, well, she was in her glory. She was still feeling incredibly sensual despite her finger-induced orgasm, yet she was strangely calm and relaxed, wanting to get on with the main course of their lovemaking but in no hurry to have it hard and fast. On the contrary, she wanted their first fuck to last a long time.
She had to tell the sexually ignorant child what to do. When she had him in the dominant male position between her legs, resting his weight on his knees and elbows, she reached down between their bodies and grasped his strong young prick. Deftly she skinned it back all the way and swabbed the glans through her sopping-wet crevice several times to lubricate it. Then she wedged the head between the coral labia of her dew-slickened gap.
"Ooouuu," he whimpered. "It's so hot and wet!"
"That means it wants your pretty peter inside it, darling," she cooed. "It's ready for you. Push down. Oooh! Oh, yes!"
Awkwardly the preteen lad let himself down. The swollen head of his handsome organ parted the rosy petals of her sex flower. It dilated the hairy gap to size and disappeared into it.
"DARLING!" Fran gasped, as the hot knob of boyish turgidity glided through her shimmering cuntal vestibule and fitted itself into the dimple of her vaginal entrance. "That's it! More!"
Keith emitted a tiny whimper of pleasure as he applied downward pressure. The moist heat of her yielding womanflesh felt divine to the nerve-laden dome of his in-driving dork. And his organ felt every bit as good to Fran as hers did to him. The slow but insistent pressure of his penetrating bulb stretched her highly sensitive inner labia in a most deligh tful fashion.
"MMM! IT FEELS GOOD! DONT TEASE ME, PRECIOUS!" she pleaded. "I'M NOT GLASS! YOU WONT BREAK ME! I WANT IT! PUSH!"
He pushed. His flared glans burst through the resisting gates of her womanhood and entered the lower region of her hidden tunnel itself.
"AAAAHH!" she sighed, as her labia minora were forced open by the broader rear section of his mushrooming crown then snapped down like stretched rubber bands to tightly grip the top part of his penetrating shaft.
"Does it hurt, honey?" Keith asked concernedly. The abrupt change in her facial expression, together with the way she'd cried out, worried him. He didn't want to cause her pain.
"GOOD! IT HU-HURTS GOOD! MORE! STICK IT IN ME!"
Slowly he sank his rampant rod into the silky softness of her hot wet hole. It felt so great he had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming.
"UUNNN ... OOOUUUU!" Fran pulled, as the young boy cautiously fed the rest of his lovely fat dick into her mature woman's snatch.
She felt dizzy and lightheaded from the lust-inciting way in which his incoming erection stroked the sensitive inner surfaces of both her smaller and larger labia. What an illicit thrill it gave her to experience the dilating sensations of penetration as the proud prick of her twelve-year-old lover bored its way ever so gently into her desirous belly. He was giving her a good five and a half inches of rock-hard meat, enough to make any woman tingle with carnal joy. But her pleasure was not entirely physical for, good as it felt, this was greatly magnified by her mental set. Her brain, very much aware of the fact that she was seducing an innocent child, vibrated with lecheress' exultation. Had a grown man been skewering the same amount of cock into her in precisely the same manner, she wouldn't have enjoyed it a tenth as much as she was enjoying the virginal pecker now being eased into her.
Vm giving him his first piece of ass! she thought lewdly. Oh God, could anything be sweeter?!
His lean abdomen kissed hers and settled into the layer of fatty feminine softness. The warmth of his dangling testicles snuggled intimately into the crack of her womanly ass. His sparsely downed pubic mound nuzzled her densely thatched mons veneris and pressed into the cushion of female loveflesh.
"MMMMM!" she murmured:
"AHHHH!" the youth gasped in pleasured shock as the drawing pressure of being into her right up to the very hilt tugged wonderfully at the nerve center located beneath and immediately behind the denuded bulb of his buried dickhead.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered sexily.
"GOOD!" he whimpered.
"You like my pussy?"
"I LOVE IT!"
"THEN FUCK IT, YOU SWEET THING!" she squealed.
"I WA-WANT TO! BUT HOW? WH-WHAT DO I DO?!"
"OH, YOU LITTLE ANGEL!" she whined, for his naivety couldn't have pleased her more. "WORK IT IN AND OUT! THE WAY YOU DID YOUR FINGERS!"
Testingly he lifted his butt; The air felt cool and refreshing on his secretion-wetted stalk, but backing it out of her marvelous orifice left him with a sense of terrible deprivation. Following his instincts, he drove it back into her urgently. There were two distinct slaps as his belly hit hers and his balls swung forward to whack her in the rump.
"DAR-LINGGG!" she cried, shivering with delight from the unexpected force he put behind the impaling lunge.
He did it again, backing it out slowly then ramming it home.
"OH, YES, YESSS!!!"
Again he hunched her, only this time the strokes of partial withdrawal and repenetration were accomplished with equal swiftness.
"OOOOOHH!" Fran moaned. "MY GOD, YES! THAT'S PERFECT! KEEP IT UP, BABY!"
The preteen lad proved himself to be an apt pupil of fornication. His intelligent mind and healthy body were in constant communication, and they worked together as a team. Physical effort was a thing he enjoyed in and of itself, but never had it been so rewarding as it was now. After only a minimum of exploratory thrusts to find his pace, the muscles in his back and belly began contracting rhythmically to raise and lower his rear end. In less than a minute Keith was screwing into his seductive governess with a swiftness and grace that wouldVe put most guys twice his age to shame.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" Fran chanted sighingly, taking it and loving it.
She couldn't believe that a twelve-year-old could learn so fast or be so ridiculously good at it the first time!
"Okay, honey?" he asked with a grin. Shyness was behind him now. She knew he was doing well but wanted to hear his teacher say so.
"I'LL SAY!" Fran breathed. "GOOD LORD, KEITH, YOU'RE TERRIFIC! EVEN BETTER AT FUCKING .. . OOOH . . . THAN YOU ARE AT TENNIS!"
Fran's choice of analogy pleased him. He knew he was good at tennis. He took pride in doing anything well. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead and upper lip as he maintained the rapid cadence of his four-inch screwing motions.
"OOOHH... SWEET DICK!" she trilled, flinging her arms around him. "SO HARD AND HOT AND FAT! I LOVE IT! OH, BABY, IT'S JUST RIGHT! IT FITS ME PERFECTLY . . . AAAAH ... AND IT MAKES ME FEEL . . . SOO NNIICCEE!!!"
Satisfied that he had at least this part of the art mastered, amazed that it was so simple, Keith humped blissfully away atop his trembling tutoress. The awe of fucking had begun to fade, but the rapture of it lingered on and grew by leaps and bounds.
This is better 'than tennis any day! he was thinking, although he saw no reason to give up the game and he hoped he and Fran could fuck like this every morning after they played.
Fran was thinking along those same lines as she lay beneath the youth, being lazy, thoroughly enjoying the deeply arousing results of his masterfully stroking organ. But she couldn't lie still much longer. It was getting too good to merely lie there and take it, enthralled by her incredulity over the natural talents which she'd awakened in her youthful lover. He'd learned his lesson well, was pumping her full of pleasure. He'd stoked the fire of her passion to the point where she wanted to get her ass in gear and start fucking with him. Fast a learner as he was, there was no earthly reason why she shouldn't go ahead and teach him a bit of fancy fornication.
"THIS IS YOUR FIRST DAY AT FUCK SCHOOL!" Fran told him, feeling deliciously dirty. "BUT I'M MOVING YOU RIGHT ON UP TO THE HEAD OF THE CLASS!"
With that vulgar remark, Fran drew up her legs. Her bare feet slapped soles-down onto the pallet of lounge chair pads. She spread her flexed knees wide apart and began throwing it up to the boy.
"OH, WOW!" he exclaimed, losing the tempo.
"KEEP GOING!" she admonished. "DOES THIS MAKE IT BETTER FOR YOU?"
"AND HOW!" he hissed, picking up the cadence again, quickly adjusting his thrusts to coincide with her upward lunging.
"FOR ME, TOO!" she squealed.
She slid her open-fingered hands down his perspiration-dampened back and cupped the twin mounds of his jogging behind. Wantonly she humped her hungry hot cunt up to him, and she tugged at his lean buns to help him hit into her good and deep.
"AAA-GOD!" she sobbed. "WE'RE REALLY FUCKING NOW! OHH, OHH! DO YOU LOVE IT, BABY?!"
"YEAH!" he gasped. "DO YOU, HONEY?"
"CANT YOU TELL? GOOD CHRIST, YES, I LOVE IT! THIS IS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT! OH, PRECIOUS . . . ANGEL ... LOV-VVEEERRRR!!!"
They were going at it abandonedly now, woman and boy, losing their senses of individual identity as the heat of their increasing passion seemed to melt them together into one blissful being.
His thrusting grew gradually faster and harder. She stayed right with him, matching him stroke for joy-provoking stroke. The tendons connecting her creamy inner thighs to her sweltering groin stood out taut as bowstrings, spastically jerking and twitching as she used the muscles in her legs to help keep her hairy gap skimming up and down his driving dong.
If anyone had seen them screwing, they wouldn't have believed it was the kid's first time. He was riding her like a professional jockey rides his mount, throwing the meat to her with workmanlike efficiency.
"OH, GOD... GOD, GOD!" she screeched. "YOU'RE FUCKING ME BETTER ... THAN MY EX-HUSBAND . . . EEVER DID!"
"YOU'RE DOING .. . GREAT," TOO!" he panted. And then he added, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, which of course it was, "SHAKE IT, HONEY! SHAKE YOUR BUTT!"
"DAMN RIGHT, I'LL SHAKE IT FOR YOU ... IF YOU'LL HOLD IT FOR ME! SLIP YOUR HANDS IN UNDER ME! THAT'S THE WAY! NOW GRAB HOLD OF YOUR HONEY'S BIG FAT BUTTOCKS! OHHHHH! OH, BABY, YES... YESSSS!!"
The differences in their ages didn't matter to either of them. They were in love, each in their own way. But right now that didn't matter either because their lovemaking, as all truly satisfying acts of sexual intercourse do, was turning into a red-hot fucking match as they lost themselves in the sinful pleasures of the flesh.
They were both sweating, their abdomens slapping wetly together. Fran was full of woman-goo. Her pussy started squishing lewdly each time he rammed his rampant tool up it. They had hold of each other's butts, the lad shagging into her like a fiend with Fran slamming her sopping twat up to him as if her very life depended on giving him a good ride.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" she chanted pantingly.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" came the twelve-year-old's answering cry, for he took childish delight in repeating the naughty word.
Fran's steaming cunt gobbled his cock Rapaciously in midair as she met him halfway and was then driven back down by the surprising force of his furious lunging. They were working together like two halves of some well-oiled machine, Fran thinking dimly that he was just too good to be true, with Keith thanking his lucky stars that his mother had hired this sweet, lovable, hot-assed woman to be his governess.
He loved her! Oh, man, yeah! And he would never be able to get enough of her wonderful pussy!
"GOD! OH DEAR GAWD!" Fran moaned.
The frictioning heat of their frantic copulating was getting entirely too intense for their mortal flesh to stand up under. Fran was hovering on the brink of what promised to be a terrific orgasm, and she knew Keith couldn't last much longer, either. It amazed her that he hadn't already popped his adorable nuts. Most boys his age did in less than a minute. She supposed that going down on him all the way beforehand was responsible for his unexpected staying power, and she made a mental note to fellate him each time before they did it from now on. And they would be doing it again. Of this, she had no doubt!
"YOU'RE ABOUT TO . .. BRING ME OFF!" she whined. "HURRY, BABY! CUM WITH ME! ARE YOU CLOSE?"
He grunted and nodded tensely. FUCK! FU-FUCK!"
"YES, YES . .. THAT'S RIGHT . . . FUCK . . . FUCK HARDER! FUCK FASTER! OOHHHHH! SOCK IT TO ME, YOU DARLING BOY! OH, LOVER... AAAHHHH... LLOOWEERR!!!"
Together they rounded the curve and raced down the homestretch toward the finish line, neck and neck, gasping for breath, their sweat-soaked stomachs pounding together like hooves thundering on turf.
His hotly pulsing prick plunged like a piston gone berserk within the wetly suctioning cylinder of her silky-slick sheath.
"OOOOOH ... AAAAHH . .. OOOUUUU!" she singsonged mindlessly, as the lust-lost kid chanted, "FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK!"
Squishing on the instroke, slurping on the out, stomachs smacking together rapid-fire in between.
The hairy hole between her legs became the mouth of a defanged carnivore. It was trying to devour the young boy's fat dick, attempting to gum it right off him and swallow it whole.
"FFUUCCKK . . . FFUUCCKK .. . FFUUCCKKKKK!!!" he sobbed groaningly, gnashing his teeth against the agony/ecstasy of it.
"NOW!" Fran trilled. She lost the frantic cadence and fell back shivering blissfully. "I CA-CAN'T WAIT! NOW! I'M GOING OFF! OOOOUUUUU! NOW, NNOOWWW . . . CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING, CUMMING . .. CUM-MMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!"
Her red-lacquered fingernails bit into the boy's butt as she grasped him by the buns and, holding him into her right up to the hilt, she arched upward to meet the swirling red cloud of orgastic rapture as it swept down to envelop her. The lad's whimpering cry of pleasure/pain was drowned out completely by her shrill scream of ecstasy attained:
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!"
For a timeless moment she hung there suspended, her saggy asscheeks spastically clenching and unclenching in midair while her arched body supported the weight of the grimacing youth. Then she collapsed and fell weakly back to the pallet as a guttural groan of carnal fulfillment hurled itself from deep in her chest:
"WWWAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"
The walls of her vagina contracted harshly, trapping the youngster's aching rod in a velvety vise. Then her sheath relaxed for a split second only to grab him again. His pecker was already primed for orgasm, and the milking action of her febrile, slippery cuntflesh carried him into it. His body-hugging balls quivered. His prick gave an involuntary upward jerk. The bloated head expanded to the limit and spat out a weak jet of milky-white fluid.
"YES, YES!" Fran squeaked with lascivious glee. "I CAN FEEL YOU! IT'S TWITCHING LIKE EVERYTHING INSIDE ME! OOOHHHHHH! SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT ... INTO ME! OH, DEAR GOD, HOW SSWWEEEETTT!!!"
Keith buried his face into the sweat-moistened crook of her neck, going, "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
" A A A-GGGGAAAAAHHHHH!!" she cried, squinting shut her passion-glazed eyes and throwing back her head as her orgasm reached its excruciating peak.
The boy's second load was smaller and thinner than the first. Except for the initial jet, the teaspoonful or so of sticky ejaculate oozed sluggishly into Fran's spasming vagina. She couldn't feel the flow but the head of his balls-deep dick was throbbing like a beating heart and the voluptuous sensations this provided thrilled her enormously.
"OOOOHHH!" she would moan and then, "AAAAAHHHH!!!" follow it with a sigh, over and over again as her head lolled rapturously from side to side.
He began sobbing blissfully and she joined him, both of them shuddering uncontrollably as the flesh-quaking tremors of their soul-rending simultaneous cumming racked their perspiration-drenched torsos. She held him into her clear up to his quivering young balls, savoring love's dreamy afterglow as her secretion-dripping pussy twitched weakly on with his once-proud pole shrinking inside it.
"You beat me," he said with a grin. "Your pussy has my peter outmatched by a mile."
"Oh, baby, noon!" she protested. "That's just nature running its course."
He laughed. "I was only joking, honey. It looks to me like this is one game where neither player loses."
"It certainly is, if it's played right," Fran agreed.
"Did I play it right?"
"Mmm-hmmm!"
"I sure do like making love with you, Fran. I wish we could do it again right now!"
It was her turn to laugh. "We probably could, strong and healthy as you are. But you already gave me the best screwing I've ever had in my whole life, and besides, we'd better not push our luck. Jamie will be getting up soon. Maybe tonight, after he goes to sleep, we can do it again. Would you like me to come tippy-toeing into your room and crawling into bed with you?"
"Gosh, yesl Don't forget! Because if you don't come to my room, I'll come to yours!"
Fran hugged him tight, thinking that things couldn't have worked out better if she'd planned his seduction. Then she looked over his shoulder and:
"JAMIE!" she gasped. "OH, MY GOD, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?!"
Chapter Seven
Jamie didn't answer. It was obvious the youngster didn't know what his brother was doing to their governess. At first he'd thought they were wrestling, that Keith was mad at her and was hurting her, because Fran had been drying out with the onset of her orgasm when he'd arrived on the scene, Fran's previous cries and Keith's chant of, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" having brought him to investigate. But he'd realized that whatever they were doing, they were doing it together and seemed to be enjoying it very much. He stood there bug-eyed, taking it all in, not knowing what, if anything, he ought to do about it.
Then Fran yelled at him, wanting to know how long he'd been standing there. This made him realize he'd seen some tiling they didn't want him to know about. He felt hurt and shut out, and he misinterpreted Fran's embarrassment and dismay as anger. Their previous governess, a large woman who was somewhat sadistically inclined, had been let go for using a leather strap on the boys much too freely. Jamie's plump buttocks had received the strap almost daily since he was the more mischievous of the two.
Although Fran hadn't laid a hand on him so far, he thought she might do so now. Fearing he was in for it, he spun around, ran for the safety of his room and locked himself inside it.
"Oh, noon!" Fran wailed.
She sat there on the pallet in a state of shock while Keith jumped up and tugged on his swimsuit. Her attitude transmitted itself to the twelve-year-old, making him worried and nervous, too, although he wasn't exactly sure why.
"If he tells your mother about this, shell fire me for sure!" Fran whined.
"How come?"
"We were doing something dreadfully wrong!" she moaned. "You're too young to understand, but women aren't supposed to make love with little boys! There are laws against it!"
Keith didn't see where they'd done anything so awful. It'd seemed completely natural and felt real good. But Fran was older and wiser so he accepted her statement unquestioningly.
"If your mother presses charges, they could send me to jail, Keith!"
"The little fart!" Keith muttered. "Why'd he have to get up early this morning of all mornings?"
"And catch us in the act!" Fran added miserably. And she thought without saying it, It's the story of my life!
"He won't tell Mom. Ill talk to him."
"But what can you say?"
"I don't know," Keith said with a frown. "Ill think of something."
"Maybe I ought to talk to him first, and find out how much he saw."
"No, let me," Keith said. Despite his young and tender age, the typical male instinct to protect his mate was rising to the fore. "He's just a kid. What does he know about things like this? Ill feel him out and tell him . . . something."
"But what?" Fran whined.
"I don't know yet," Keith admitted. Ill just have to play it by ear. Don't worry, honey. Let me handle it, okay?"
Fran couldn't help but worry. She was nearly sick with remorse over her wrongdoing. At breakfast, which it was her duty to prepare and serve, she had only coffee and could hardly look across the table at either of the unusually quiet boys because of her shame and self-censure.
How could I have been so weak and sinful as to let it happen again?! she kept moaning silently. Never again! she promised herself. I mean it this time!
They had lessons as usual that morning. Keith didn't have a chance to speak with Fran alone until after lunch when Jamie was in the game room taking his piano lesson from the music teacher who came to the house daily.
"It's okay, honey," Keith said. "You can quit worrying. He thought we were wrestling."
"And?"
"He still does. I told him he was right."
"Then why did he run off like that?"
"Because you yelled at him. He was afraid you were going to take the strap to him."
"Didn't he wonder about us being naked?"
"Yeah," Keith said with a grin. "I told him that's the way they used to wrestle in ancient Greece. I told him we didn't think until afterward that Mom might not like it. He promised he wouldn't tell her."
"Do you think hell keep that promise?" Fran asked hopefully.
"He'd better. I gave him the twenty dollars I had saved up out of my allowance."
This relieved Fran's anxiety somewhat, but it made her feel all the more rotten to have the innocent child she'd carnally corrupted lying to protect her, and paying blackmail to his younger brother! To make matters worse, while Keith was taking his music lesson, Jamie refused to go to his room and lie down.
"I won't be takin' naps any more," the plump ten-year-old informed Fran. "That's kid stuff. You're not gonna try to make me, are you?"
Mischievous brown eyes peered up at her from beneath a shock of haystack hair. He was daring her to enforce his mother's rules.
"Then go to your room and lie down for while. You don't have to nap, just rest."
"Huh-uh. I'm not tired."
"Your mother won't like this, Jamie."
"You're not gonna tell her," the towhead said cockily. "Cause if you do, I'll tell her something else she won't like."
He had her by the ear and they both knew it.
"All right," she said, knuckling under. "I don't suppose it'll hurt you to give up your naps. After all, you get ten or more hours sleep every night. How are you going to spend the extra hour?"
"Well, today," he said, "I thought we might go out on the patio and wrestle .. . Greek style."
Fran's cheeks turned pink then red then scarlet. "Absolutely not!" she hissed. "It's out of the question!"
"You did it with Keith!" he shot back.
"Yes, but I shouldn't have!" Fran spat. "And you know it too, you ... "
She cut herself short. Dirty little blackmailer! had been on the tip of her tongue. It was true but she refused to say it. This was no way.for a governess to be acting. He was only ten. His mother had placed him in her care and it was up to her to teach and guide him. Besides, Jamie appeared hurt and jealous by her refusal to do with him what he'd seen her doing with his older brother. A compromise not an argument was in order.
"On second thought, I will wrestle with you if you really want me to. But only this once, and American style not Greek, with clothes on. Will that be good enough?"
"Well," he drawled. "I'd rather we do it naked ... but okay." "One other thing." "What?" "I don't want your mother to know about this, either."
"Why not?"
"Because wrestling isn't very ladylike."
"I thought you liked to wrestle."
"I like it sometimes. But it isn't ladylike and that's why I don't want your mother to know. She might think less of me for it."
"I don't think she would," Jamie said thoughtfully. "Not for doin' it with clothes on."
"But she might."
"Then, okay, I won't tell her. I promise I won't.
Now come on."
Explaining that it was too hot outside, and that she didn't want Opal to know either, Fran took Jamie to her room instead of to the patio. She had on a pantsuit, so she didn't have to worry about indecently exposing herself to the boy.
She felt silly as she and the grinning kid circled one another in the middle of the room, like they'd both seen wrestlers on TV doing. He stood not quite shoulder high to her. They'd agreed on two falls out of three to decide the winner. Fran figured to pin the boy's shoulders to the floor two times in rapid succession and put an end to this nonsense once and for all.
Only he was stronger than he looked, and he was taking the match seriously. To Fran's surprise, she found herself being thrown to the floor. The plump lad pounced upon her and pinned her shoulders. Fran was hacked to have the first fall, which she'd intended to take, go to the little fatty, especially when he rubbed it in by telling her she ought to be able to put up a better fight than that.
"You just got lucky, is all," she told the boy as they got up off the floor, and she was thinking, Okay, you little shit, you're in for it now. I'll get you good this time.
Jamie was overconfident, but even so it took some doing for Fran to pin him. They were both flushed and out of breath when they got up, the second fall going to Fran.
"We're tied now," Jamie said. "Whoever gets the next fall is the winner, right?"
"That's right, and it's going to be me," Fran said, half-joking, half-serious. She could see mat Jamie was having a ball, and she'd started to enjoy the physical exertion herself. They were more evenly matched than she'd thought. He'd aroused her competitive spirit. She meant to win if she could. "You know I'm going to win, don't you, rascal?" she taunted, feeling playful and alive, trying to psych him out as they circled one another getting ready to pounce.
"The heck you say," he shot back, grinning from ear to ear but looking serious just the same.
"I'm going to throw you down and pin your shoulders to the floor," she said.
"Just try it. I double-dare you. Come on."
Fran saw her opening and sprang forward. She and the kid toppled to the floor. They rolled around on the carpet struggling for all they were worth. Soon, they were grunting and sweating, gasping for breath. She almost got him pinned a couple of times, but he managed to break free and then she was using all her strength to keep him from pinning her. They were getting nowhere.
"Let's call it... a draw," Fran panted, after they'd been going at it tooth and nail for about five minutes. "Before we ... knock something over .. . and break it."
"No way," Jamie hissed, his brown eyes twinkling with vivacity. "I'm gettin' the ... best of you! That's the reason ... you want to quit. .. huh?"
"Okay, smarty-pants," she husked. "If that's the way ... you feel about it. I gave you . .. your chance. Now I'm going to show you . . . who's boss!"
Fran did her damndest to take this final fall, but she was beginning to weaken and the boy seemed to be getting stronger. Before she knew it, she found herself flat on her back without realizing how it had happened. Jamie was on top of her, sitting squarely on her stomach. Her arms were under his knees. He was leaning forward. His hands pressed oppressively upon her shoulders. He had her pinned to the floor, helpless and beaten.
"Okay ... you won ... fair and square," she conceded laughingly. "Now let me . .. up."
He didn't move. His eyes looked wild. There was an odd expression on his face. "Jamie?" He was breathing laboriously, rocking back and forth.
"Jamie!"
When he'd lived in Southern California, before his parents had got divorced, Jamie had been a tree-climbing dude, having learned accidentally at the age of five that rubbing up against a limb with his arms and legs wrapped around it made his pee-pee feel funny. There were no trees of climbing size in the yard here in Nevada, and he'd forgotten all about the strange and wonderful sensations until now.
Oh, good grief, he's got a hard-on! Fran realized with a shock. And he's rubbing it against me!
Fran didn't know what to do. She'd been so busy trying to win the wrestling match that she hadn't noticed he was getting an erection until he had her defeated. Now he had her pinned so successfully that she couldn't move, being so out of breath and all.
Once she got over her startlement, the situation struck Fran as being bizarrely erotic, for she wasn't in the least frightened or revulsed by having a little boy hold her down while he compulsively masturbated himself against her belly. She relaxed as best she could with her shoulders and arms hurting and, as she caught her breath, she lay there docilely beneath him, gazing up with sensual curiosity at the changing expression of his boyish visage. Gradually his eyes closed, and she knew he was drawing into himself, forgetting all about her. His chin quivered and began dropping slowly down until his mouth was open.
"UUNN!" he whimpered, rocking to and fro, rubbing his clothing-concealed erection against her abdomen.
Being a voluptuous woman, Fran couldn't help becoming affected by what he was doing. "Jamie? Honey, what's wrong?"
He scooted down. Her arms were freed and the pressure on her shoulders was eased. His plump boyish bottom rested in the cradle of her full, womanly hips, and he was practicing frottage upon her lower abdomen now.
"Lower, Jamie," she cooed. "Scoot lower."
She kept telling him what to do until she had him lying on top of her with his legs inside hers. What a charge it gave her to feel his small hard-on scrubbing urgently against her mons veneris. She was glad they weren't naked. If they had been, cute and cuddly as he was, she knew she would've weakened to the point of reaching down and guiding his appealing young organ into her.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Jamie? Does it feel nice?"
"UUUNNN!"
"Yes, sugar, I know. It's all right. Go ahead. I don't mind."
That was an understatement if there ever was one! Fran thought to herself because, not only did she not mind, she was enjoying this, too.
He was making her hot and bothered. She was sorely tempted to roll over and get on top of him, then slide down, unzip his fly and ...
No, nooo! she wailed inwardly. Not again! I won't let myself come unglued! This is Jamie's doing, not mine! I'll let him finish, but that's all I'll do!
She put her arms around the lust-dazed child. When she cupped his fatty behind, she could feel his resilient buns working like crazy. By this time her clitoris was fully erected. She tilted her pelvis so that his frantic motions of ongoing frottage provided a mild but delightful stimulation of her pleasure button through their clothes, and she also stroked and patted his straining buttocks, but this was as far as she would go in taking pleasure from him while she allowed him to use her body in this very naughty and lovely way.
"UUUNNNN!" the little boy bleated.
His body stiffened. He bore down on her and Fran could feel the first spasmodic twitchings of his hot young penis.
"OOOOHHHHH!!!" he groaned, and he started shaking all over.
Oh God, he's cumming! she thought with lewd joy-It gave her a tremendous illicit thrill. Letting him use her like this, pretending she didn't know what was happening, was so exciting that it almost brought her off with him. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything she would regret later.
Neither of them spoke. When Jamie got up, he looked sheepish. Her aroused pussy had leaked copiously and there was a large dark wet spot on the crotch of her tan pantsuit. She saw him looking at it, but he didn't ask for an explanation and she didn't volunteer one.
"Wrestling made me tired" he said embarrassedly. "I think I will take a nap, after all."
"All right, Jamie. Go ahead if you want to," she told him, turning away from him as she sat up on the floor.
He paused in the doorway connecting their rooms. "Can we wrestle again tomorrow, Fran?"
She got to her feet. "No, there's not going to be any more wrestling around here," she said softly but determinedly. "Now go take your nap. I think we'll skip P E today."
Chapter Eight
Fran removed her secretion-soiled pantsuit, changed her panties and put on a dress.
She was nervous for the rest of the day. It'd almost happened again, and with little Jamie this time. The cute little rascal had aroused her much more than she let on. Her mouth had been watering for his boyish penis when he went to his room after masturbating himself against her. She'd had to bite her tongue to keep from calling him back, stripping him naked and. . . .
I've got to stop this insanity! she reminded herself.
The job as governess was pleasant work and, although the hours were long, it was not demanding. The pay was good, considering that room and board went with it. Other than her clothing, she had no living expenses and so would be able to save nearly all of her after-taxes salary. She was permitted to have as yet unmade friends, male or female, call at the house during Diane's absence. Three free evenings a week were hers for the taking', all she had to do was call the agency for a sitter and write a check on the household account had set up in both their names to pay for it. .
Fran was at the end of her professional rope and could not afford to lose this job. She'd been lucky to get it and, with no references, wouldn't be likely to land another. She had to straighten up and fly right or her career as a teacher, the only employment for which she was trained, would come to a screeching halt, and then what would she do?
It was shortly after nine that night when Keith, wearing nothing but erection-tented pajama trousers and a hopeful smile, entered Fran's room. "It's getting late, did you forget?"
Fran closed the magazine which she'd been reading with no real interest and laid it on the bedside table. "I should've told you this afternoon. I've changed my mind, Keith. I want you to forget what happened this morning."
His smile faded as he stopped beside the bed.
"But, why?"
"Because I'm a grown woman and you're a little boy. Precocious, yes, but still a little boy. It's crazy, and dangerous too. We can't go on with such an insane affair."
It was as if she'd slapped his face, "But, I. .. love you . . . and I th-thought...."
The bulge in his pajamas disappeared as his penis softened and drooped. He appeared crestfallen. His chin quivered. Tears misted his eyes. For a moment she thought he might burst out crying. Then he turned around and, without a word, left her room like a whipped dog with its tail between its legs.
"Keith," she called, too softly, as the connecting door closed.
She'd known he was a sensitive child, but she hadn't dreamed he would take it this way. The difference in their ages hadn't bothered either of them that morning, and Fran realized that Keith couldn't understand why it should now. Keith had taken it personally. He thought she was rejecting him!
Fran felt terrible. She couldn't have handled the situation worse. She'd awakened love and sensuality in him and had allowed it to blossom gloriously that morning on the patio, and now this. It was as if she'd started him down the aisle toward manhood and then had yanked the red carpet right out from under him.
God, how awful! she thought. I might as well have taken a knife and cut off his balls!
She couldn't let him go on thinking and feeling what he must be now, for to do so would be the psychological equivalent of a brutal castration. She turned back the cover, swung her legs over the side of the bed and, without bothering to don her robe, padded barefoot toward the door.
His room was dark. She flipped the light switch. He was in bed, lying rigid, looking miserable, staring up at the ceiling.
"Keith?"
"What do you want?"
"I didn't mean it the way you're taking it. It's just that...."
He wouldn't look at her.
"Keith!"
He turned his back to her.
"Baby, listen to me!" she whined, hurrying across the room.
She sat down on the side of his bed and made him look at her while she tried to explain.
At last he gave her a weak grin, and said, "I thought you didn't like me any more."
"I know," she sighed with relief. "But that wasn't it at all. You see that now, don't you?"
He nodded.
"I couldn't love you more. You're the sweetest little boy in the world and, believe me, I'd never intentionally do or say anything to hurt you."
Keith patted her leg. She took his hand, gave it a squeeze, then lifted it and kissed it. He swung his head into her lap and threw his arms around her. She caressed the back of his head as he hugged her with his face pressed against the warm softness of her lower abdomen.
He was so tempting, this little half-man, half-boy? She felt like throwing caution to the wind. It made her feel giddy, the way he was hugging her and nuzzling her belly with his face.
"Don't do that, baby," she sighed.
"You smell good," he murmured. "And you're soft and warm."
"But you're making me feel things that I shouldn't. Stop it now. You're getting me hot and ... and it won't do either of us any good."
"I want to fuck you."
"Oh, baby, nooh! I can't let you."
"Why not? Don't you want to?"
"God, yes, I want to. But I told you why, so quit."
"Just this once," he pleaded, hugging her, talking into her flesh. "No one will know. Come on, honey. Please?"
Part of her resolve melted. She wanted to say yes, but she forced out, "No. We can't. We mustn't!"
"Then let me look at your pussy."
"What for? It would only make things worse."
"I want to see it! Please let me. What can it hurt?"
"Well... oh, all right," she said and, against her better judgment, she removed her panties, pulled her nightgown up around her waist and lay back on his bed.
She didn't suppose it could hurt anything to let him view her privates. After all, he had screwed her, so it was only natural that a boy of his intelligence would want to see what a woman's organs looked like.
"Spread your legs."
She did, but warned, "Just look. Don't touch."
It affected her more than she'd thought it would to lie there with her loins blatantly exposed for the lad's inspection. When he knelt between her legs and leaned over with his face close to her crotch, she began to feel voluptuous and realized it was a mistake to allow him to examine her this way. His excited breath bathed her groin, causing fermentations of unwanted desire to bubble tantalizingly within her.
"Have you seen enough?"
"Not yet," he said. "I like to look at it. Your pussy's pretty, and it smells good, too."
Fran hadn't taken a douche since the previous night at bedtime. She'd been worked up twice during the day, fucked once, so she knew it wasn't perfume he was smelling. He was getting his face up close now, taking deep breaths of the musky aroma emanating from her unwashed sex.
"Oh boy!"
"Doesn't it stink?" she asked.
"Heck, no, it smells real good!"
His excitement was contagious. She could feel droplets of love dew leaking from her vagina. Her labia were swelling and parting before the kid's hypnotized eyes. She was getting wet and knew that her aroused pussy was becoming more smelly by the second.
"Gosh!" he said. "It's opening right up!"
It gave her a sense of sinful pleasure to know the little boy was looking right into her hairy hole. She spread her legs wider to give him a better view of her deepening cuntal vestibule. The scarlet head of her erecting clitoris had peeked out from the sanctity of its protective hood.
"What's that?" the bug-eyed youngster asked, staring in awe as the erectile finger of female flesh thickened and lengthened until it stood out boldly in the inverted V at the top of her elliptical openmg.
"What's what?"
"This thing!" Forgetting her admonition, he touched the sensitive glans of her puffed-up man in the boat.
"Ooooh!" she sighed involuntarily.
"It looks like a tiny peter!" he chirped, and flicked her pleasure button with the ball of his finger.
"AAAHH!" she gasped. "Don't touch it! That's my clitoris and it's very tender!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Did I hurt you bad?"
"Oh, baby, no," she said, chuckling. "You didn't hurt me at all. Just the opposite, in fact. A woman's clitoris is the very seat of her sexual enjoyment. Some girls call it their pleasure button because gently massaging it makes them tingle and glow all over. It made me tingle when you touched mine."
"Then can I touch it again?"
"I shouldn't let you ... okay, but just for a minute."
Fran knew she was playing with fire as she taught the boy the delicate art of clitoral massage which most men ... because of their haste and roughness ... never master, for they fail to realize that the clit-head of the average female is much too tender for direct stimulation by anything except the tongue. But Keith, following his governess' instructions, carefully avoided the tip of her tiny woman-cock. Using the ball of his middle finger, he stroked as she directed, touching only the shaft of her nerve-laden organ and the area of slippery crimson cuntflesh surrounding the shaft's base. Back and forth in a U he worked the ball of his finger around the shaft's base, and the resulting pressure tugged exquisitely at the ultra-sensitive glans.
"Mm... oouuu!" she soon sighed, and she began squirming in sensual discomfort.
The boy could tell he was getting to her. She'd said only for a minute, but more time than that had passed and she hadn't told him to stop. He didn't want to quit. He wasn't going to until she made him.
"Does it feel good, honey?" "Oh, yesss ... good!" "Am I making you tingle and glow?" "I should say you ... aaah . . .are!" His legs were folded under him, knees to chest, and he had his head down between her legs with his face only scant inches from her secreting, odor-emitting sex gash. Fran knew she should be making him stop, but her emotions were getting away from her and she didn't really want to. Her loins had been congested with blood ever since she'd become inadvertently aroused while wrestling with Jamie. They were really engorged now. She needed relief and, knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep a wink until she got it, she decided to let Keith continue with the maddening massage of her joy button until he gave her the orgasm she needed and wanted.
"Keep it up!" she cooed.
She reached down to her groin and salaciously spread her puffy cuntlips with her trembling fingers. Holding herself open this way made her man in the boat stand out all the more prominently.
"I shouldn't have let you get started on me," she sighed. "It's feeling too good now. Don't stop! Harder, baby! Just like you're doing only do it a little bit harder!"
Keith was only too glad to give her what she wanted.
"OOOH!" she moaned, when he increased the pressure of his clit-shaft caressing fingertip.
"Like this?"
"GOD, YES!" she puled. "MMMMM ... OH, BABY, BABY!"
He could tell by her shivering and the tone of her voice that she loved what he was doing to her. Maybe he ought to stick a couple of fingers in her, too, the way he'd done on the patio, he thought; and he did, using his other hand as he continued to rub with a U motion around the base of her miniature peter.
"OOOUUUU!" Fran whimpered, when she felt two little-boy's fingers penetrating her well-lubricated orifice, going deeper than they had that morning because of the vulgar way she was holding her crack open.
"Do you like that, honey?"
"MMM-HMMM!"
Keith grinned to himself. If he'd asked permission to stick his fingers up her, she might've said no. But he hadn't asked. He'd just gone ahead and done it, and she liked it! This elated the boy. It made him believe that she might like it if he went ahead and did a few other things to her without asking, like kissing her pussy and maybe licking it, too, the way she'd licked his dick. He would be too ashamed to ask her to let him do that, but the idea had occurred to him and, for some reason which he didn't fully understand, he really wanted to try it. He wondered what her hairy hole would taste like, and besides, it excited him just to think about getting his face up closer and putting his mouth on that wonderful crack between her legs.
For the moment, though, he was busy rubbing round about the root of her clitoris and finger-pumping the secretion-slickened tunnel beyond the heated coral gap below.
"OOH, OOH, OOH!" Fran was chanting as she held her cunt open for the boy's lewd touchings, her torso shivering and her head lolling from side to side on the pillow.
"Are you going to cum?"-
"SOON!" she gasped. "HARDER! RUB HARDER! AND FINGER ME FA-FASTER!" Gladly he answered her call. "OOOUUUU!" she whimpered mournfully a moment later. "I CAN FEEL IT BU-BUILDING! YOU'RE BRINGING ME OFF! NOW! NNOOWWW!"
She arched her body upward. Her belly heaved several times in rapid succession, then sucked in along with her sharply indrawn breath. She shuddered. Her abdomen rippled.
"CUMMING! I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINN-NGGG!!" she announced with a shrill cry of unfurling rapture, and she threw back her head.
The buildup of her love liquids was expelled by her spasming vagina. A wave of sticky wetness gushed over the kid's pleasure-giving fingers.
"OOOOHHHH!!!" she moaned.
Her plump rump settled quiveringly back down onto the bed. As her toes curled down, her soft red lips drew back tremulously over her white teeth.
"AAAAHHHH!!!" Fran sighed raspingly.
The hair-fringed rim of her spastically convulsing snatch nibbled snappingly at Keith's still-jabbing fingers.
"UUUNNN.. . OOOHHH.. . AAAHHH . . . MMMMMM!!!" she moaned and sighed and groaned, her torso twitching ecstatically as her face screwed up in blissful agony then began relaxing into a fatuous smile or orgastic fulfillment.
"That was l-lovely, dear!" she told the child as she pushed his hands away from her too-sensitive pussy.
"I WANT TO FUCK YOU!" he yelped, for witnessing her orgasm had made him wildly excited.
Fran watched Keith as he half sat up and raised his hands to sniff his pussy-wetted fingers. She could see what sort of condition he was in, and she supposed it wouldn't hurt anything to let him screw her one more time.
"All right, darling. Just give me a second ... to catch my breath first, okay?"
He didn't seem to hear her. His eyes were large and glassy, his gaze riveted upon the gaping, weakly twitching slot between her fleshy thighs.
The fur-trimmed coral lips shone with the coating of her dribbling clear juices. They were really standing open now, giving the youth a view of the glistening, bright-red tissues which comprised the maw of her feminine cave.
Keith whimpered. He began lowering his head toward the womanly crevice. Suddenly it'd taken on a magnetic power that was drawing his lips.
"Keith?"
If he heard her, he didn't let on.
"Keith! No, baby, don't!"
She knew what he meant to do. Her words told him no but the tone of her voice said yes, yes! He was the first little boy who'd ever wanted to do such a nasty thing to her. Her heart skipped a beat. Her head spun luridly with indecision. Decency demanded that she restrain him from this unnatural and immoral act, and yet she spread her legs wider to welcome his innocent head between them, and she wriggled about enticingly to lure him on.
"Oh, dear Lord, I shouldn't let you do this!" she whined, when she felt the hot breath of the perverted desire she'd unintentionally aroused in him bursting moistly over her genital region.
His face was only a couple of inches from her vulnerable gorge now. He gulped and blinked. The odor wafting into his passion-flared nostrils was stronger and more heady than before. The pungency of her female sex scent made the twelve-year-old feel dizzy and lightheaded. It sounded as if a bee were buzzing around his head, then two bees, four, eight, sixteen, a whole swarm of them.
Kiss it! Kiss it! a voice within him cried, and he did.
"HUU-AAAAHHHHH!!!" Fran exclaimed, as the lad's pursed lips pressed against her sensitive pussy petals, for she loved it in spite of hating herself for dragging the pure and virginal youngster down to her own despicably perverted level.
Smack! He kissed her cunt dead center.
"AGAIN!" Fran bleated, as she impulsively grabbed his head and wantonly shoved her smelly snatch at his face. "KISS IT AGAIN!"
Smack, smack, smack! He kissed the dew-dampened crack avidly, moaning and whimpering as he did so.
"AAA-GOD!" Fran puled as she held his head prisoner between her legs, ruttishly rubbing her twat over his mouth and nose and chin. But she was thinking:
I ought to be horsewhipped for this! How can I corrupt the innocent little angel the way I'm doing? God help me, I'm even more weak and wicked than I thought!
"OH, NO, NOOH!" she wailed, her outraged conscience causing her to push at his head. "STOP IT, KEITH! THAT'S TOO NASTY FOR A LITTLE BOY LIKE YOU! OOHHH! PLEASE, BABY, QUIT, QUITTT!!!"
She might as well have saved her breath because, nasty or not, Keith loved her stinking snatch.
"COME UP! OOUUU! COME UUPPP!!!" she pleaded.
He refused to come up, if indeed her words even registered on his lust-crazed young brain, and she couldn't pry his head from between her legs.
He was going, "UNNN, UUNNN, UUUNNNN!" and rubbing his face against her sweltering crotch. Fran quit struggling with her conscience and the boy. Waves of forbidden pleasure washed over her j as she relaxed and began caressing his waggling I head. Decency be damned! she was thinking now. ! It was his idea not mine! He's a natural-bornj muff-diver! If he's going to be eating pussy anyway, and he probably will be in two or three i more years, then what difference does it make if I let him go down on me now?
"OH, KEITH, DARLING!" she sighed, as he j rained passionate wet kisses up one fat cuntlip and down the other. "THIS IS SO WRONG BUT AAAAH ... I DONT CARE NOW! KISS IT! KISS! MY PUSSY! FRENCH KISS ITTTT.
She shivered with lewd expectation as she felt! his innocent young lips gluing themselves to her swollen labia majora. Her breath caught in herj throat when the tip of his tongue probed timidly into her febrile gap.
"DEEPER! LICK DEEPER!" she encouraged him.
Keith thought he might faint as he followed her instructions and slid his tongue into the silky softness of her smooth and slippery portal.
"OH, YES, YESSS!" Fran trilled. "LICK RIGHT INTO ITTT!!!"
He shot his tongue up her as -far as it would go. A whimper-like sob escaped through his nose. Like millions of horny males before him, this little guy made one of life's more pleasant discoveries ... that the pungent flavor of a juiced-up cunt is indescribably delicious!
Oh, man, did he like the musky taste of it! And it excited him tremendously to have his tongue stuck up into her velvety sheath as he followed his instinctive urges and began lapping fervently at the slippery walls through which the beads of her viscous love dew were seeping.
"OH, BABY, BABY . . . GOD, HOW SWEEETTT!!!" Fran crooned with lecheress' delight. "WORK IT IN AND OUT! YOUR TONGUE! FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!"
His pink organ began spearing her rapidly. She didn't even have to tell him to suck on her snatch, for he did this of his own volition. He did indeed have a natural talent for cuntlapping. The little bugger was eating her box as if he were starved for it.
"YOU MUST HAVE FRENCH BLOOD IN YOU!" she purred. "YOU DARLING BOY! I LOVE IT! YOU'RE SUCKING ME SO NICELY!"
The middle-aged woman abandoned herself to the lurid pleasure provided by the drilling tongue and eagerly suctioning lips of the twelve-year-old child. He was going down on her with edacious greed. For a boy-lover like her, it was divine. But she knew he must have regained his erection by now, and she wanted his handsome organ in her cock-hungry mouth.
"HAVE YOU GOT A HARD-ON, KEITH?" she rasped and, when he nodded without glancing up, she urged, "THEN TAKE YOUR PAJAMAS OFF.
MY LOVE! TURN AROUND AND GET ON TOP OF ME! I WANT TO SUCK YOU, TOO!"
While he was divesting himself of his pajama trousers, she whisked off her nightgown. There was a broad circle of shiny wetness all around his mouth. When they were both nude, she pulled him down on top of her in the classic position for intercourse. Her hands dove between their bodies. She lewdly fondled his fat dick and warm, dangling testicles as she willfully lapped her pussy cream off his cheeks and chin and upper lip. Then she guided his desirable dong into her steaming glory hole and held him into her hilt-deep while she French kissed him, using her tongue like a sponge to swab the lingering flavor of her snatch from his tongue and teeth and the silky inner surfaces of his cheeks.
"OHJESUSGOD, HOW I LOVE YOU!" she moaned, and she held him into her for another moment, working her internal muscles to make her vagina caress milkingly the length of his turgid stalk.
"HONEY, HON-NNIIEEE!!!" he husked, and he started fucking into her like a fiend.
"NO, BABY, NOOH!" Fran protested. "NOT THIS TIME! WE'RE GOING TO GO SIXTY-NINE!"
"I WANT TO FUCK YOU!" he moaned, doing it. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
Chapter Nine
"NO! I WANT THAT SWEET COCK IN MY MOUTH! WE'LL SUCK NOW AND FUCK LATER, OKAY?"
"OKAY!" he agreed grudgingly.
"BACK IT OUT AND TURN AROUND! HURRY! YOU'LL LOVE THIS! WE'LL BE SUCKING EACH OTHER OFF AT THE SAME TIME!"
The lust-addled kid wasn't thinking too straight. He didn't really know what she meant. Fran had to direct him into position, but once he was on top of her, his head hovering over her pussy and his prick angling down toward her mouth, he got the idea.
"OH BOY!" he said excitedly. "I WOULD'VE NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS!"
"OH, YEA, YOU WOULD HAVE, TOO!" she laughed with sinful glee. "SMART AS YOU ARE, AND AS HORNY, IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME A BIT IF YOU'RE NOT TEACHING ME NEW WAYS A WEEK FROM NOW!"
Smack! He kissed her cunt. "YOU MEAN WE'RE GOING TO BE DOING THINGS LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME FROM NOW ON?"
"OH, LISTEN, BABY, AFTER THIS THERE'S NOT GOING TO BE ANY TURNING BACK FOR EITHER OF US! IT'S TERRIBLY WRONG, BUT I'M A WOMAN WHO ENJOYS HER SEXING AND I JUST CAN'T HELP LOVING YOU TO
PIECES!"
"I LOVE YOU, TOO!" "OH, YOU SWEET THING!" "SUCKMY COCK!"
"YES, YESSS!" she shrilled. "GLADLY! EAT
MY SNATCH!"
"OH BOY, WILL I EVER!"
She already had hold of his stem. Now she peeled back the folds of rubbery foreskin and drew his prize penis down toward her hungry hot mouth.
"AAAHHHHH!" he cried, when she took his denuded glans into her oral cavern and started sucking and licking it at the same time. "OH, THAT'S GOOD, HONEY!"
"MMPHH!" she mumbled around her mouthful of meat and, reaching down, she cupped the back of his head and shoved his face into her perspiration- and secretion-moistened crotch.
His lips attached themselves leechlike to the smooth flanges of her hair-surrounded sex petals, and he applied strong suction to the pecker-flavored orifice of her succulent twat. She tasted slightly different now, but the difference was the undertones of his own sex flavor and he wasn't complaining. In fact, as he licked through her cuntal vestibule and fitted his tonguetip into the dimple of muscle which comprised the entrance to her hidden tunnel, he decided she tasted even better after having his peter in her.
As for Fran, she couldn't have been more appreciative of the pussy-juice-coated knob she was copping. The combining of their sexual muskiness made his darling dong all the more pleasing to her lecheress' palate. She clasped his lean, virtually hairless buns and drew him down. The slippery shaft of his skinned-back tool glided effortlessly in through the soft and clinging circle of her puffy red lips. His dangling nutsac touched the bridge of her nose. She pulled him lower, taking the enlarged crown into the upper region of her contentedly gurgling throat. His testicles were separated by the bridge of her nose. They blocked her view, their bottoms nearly touching her eyeballs. She pushed at his hips till his dong slipped out of her mouth.
"FUCK MY FACE, PRECIOUS! PRETEND MY MOUTH IS ANOTHER CUNT! I WANT YOU TO SCREW MY MOUTH AND RAM IT CLEAR DOWN INTO MY THROAT!"
Soon as her lips closed around his velvety hot crown again, he started giving her exactly what she'd asked for. His muscular butt rose and fell at a rapid pace, shuttling his prick through her suctioning oral chamber and driving the dome forcefully down into the snug channel of her throat.
"MMMM, MMMM, MMMM!" she chanted moaningly through her dilated nose.
Illicit thrills rippled through her. This was a first. He was stretching her gullet, reaming her throat good, and how she loved having him fuck her face in such a vulgar manner! She would be hoarse afterward, but at the moment she couldn't have cared less.
She drew up her legs, flexed her knees and spread them wide apart. With the soles of her bare feet pressing at the mattress, she began slamming her clefted mount up to him, fucking his face, too, as she tugged at his arcing rear end to help him plunge the swollen head of his proud young pole far as it could reach into the ringed portion of her reflexively gulping gullet.
During his overly protected upbringing, Keith had been taught nothing about sex. He had no preconceived notions about it being dirty, and so he lacked the usual inhibitions of most twelve-year-olds. When the sweet, lovable woman started throwing her luscious snatch up to him, it excited him all the more. Her ass rolled voluptuously as it pumped up and down, her hips tilting and rocking. It was virtually impossible for him to keep his mouth covering her hairy cleft at all times. The first time he licked her asshole, it was purely by accident.
Not so the second time. The way she shuddered and made a gurgling noise down deep in her throat told him she'd enjoyed having his hot wet tongue take a swipe across her rosebud rectum. In his present state of feral lust he was ready for any and everything and, wanting to give her as much or more pleasure than she was giving him, he momentarily deserted her larger orifice for the smaller hole below.
His beating heart sounded like twin tom-toms in his temples as he willfully licked back down the inch of flesh separating her two portals. He dragged his tongue across the budlike projection of her pinkly pouting anus deliberately this time.
"UUNNNN!" Fran moaned in pleasured surprise.
Impulsively she sucked down on the boy's orally inserted rod, holding him by the buns to keep the bloated head lodged deep in her rapidly swallowing throat, and she shoved down at the mattress with her feet. With her knees wide apart and her pelvis tilted, her erogenous anal aperture stood out like a bull's-eye in the valley of her upward-straining buttocks.
Keith could tell by her indecent offering that she wanted more, and he wasted no time in giving it to her. He thrust his face into the sweat-moistened, musky-smelling anal gorge, rocking it up and down as he scrubbed her rear passage with his suddenly insatiable tongue. The taste was neither good nor bad, but, due to Fran's shivering, whimpering response, the act itself gave the boy a terrific thrill. He was dizzy with carnal pleasure and runaway desire. In a fit of passion, he glued his lips to her anal region and stuck his tongue up her butthole as if it were a miniature pussy he'd just discovered and was eager to explore to the fullest.
"OOOOHHHHH!" Fran moaned deliriously as she pushed at his hips till the turgid dome of his palpitating pecker departed the soft red circle of her suctioning lips with a lascivious slurping noise. "OH, BABY, YOU ARE A LITTLE FRENCHIE! AAA-GOD, THAT'S GREAT! DO YOU LIKE MY ASSHOLE? TONGUE-FUCK IT! OOOUUU . .. YES, YESSS!!!"
She couldn't've been more enraptured with the precocious child, and she wanted to return his oral attentions in kind. For a brief moment she slavishly laved his tight, body-hugging nuts. Then she lifted her head and pried his musclar buttocks apart.
Smack, smack, smack! came the lurid report of her puffy red lips raining passionate wet kisses of adoration upon the puckered brown ring of his tender anus.
This was something she often did to little boys when she had the time and privacy to indulge all of her perverted yearnings which centered around their young and innocent bodies. But no boy had ever returned the immoral favor, and here Keith had done it to her first! It was the most intimate of all possible acts of lovemaking; nasty, yes, but oh, so nice! Her nerve-laden rectum tingled blissfully as she felt his darling tongue spearing into it. Her passion reached the boiling point and overflowed with carnal ebullition.
"OH, PRECIOUS! DARLING BABY! LOVE OF MY LIFE!" she exclaimed joyously.
And with that, her lips claimed Keith's anal area and she stuck her tongue all the way up the sweetest young asshole she'd ever found.
Woman and boy clung to one another's butts, whimpering with the intensity of their raging lust while they tongue-fucked each other's buttholes as if they were wild, half-starved animals that'd happened upon a feast. It went on this way for a couple of gloriously abandoned moments and then Fran drew back her head, her glassy eyes gleaming as she husked:
"I'M ABOUT TO CUM! ARE YOU? SUCK MY CUNT, YOU LITTLE ANGEL! STICK YOUR SWEET PRICK IN MY MOUTH! CUM FOR ME! GIVE ME YOUR DELICIOUS STUFF!"
He buried his face in her crotch once more. From the way he went at her, Fran got the idea that he was trying to stick his head in her pussy and lick her navel from the inside. Her loins were seething with the bittersweetness of preorgasmic tightenings. Ruttishly she grasped his iron-bar penis and stripped its foreskin tautly back. Using her gripping hand for a spacer ... she wanted only the flower not the stem ... she orally engulfed the purplish-red head and they were off and running again. The turned-on lad tried to devour her febrile cunt, while Fran sucked like a she-demon on the sensitive bulb of his orgasm-primed glans penis.
Her hungry hot mouth could've been likened to a vacuum cleaner gone berserk, her lashing tongue to the whip in the hand of an expert lion tamer. Not only did she suck for her creamy reward, but she was jerking him off, too, and flailing the taut-skinned knob of boyish turgidity with her tongue in an effort to coax the nectarous load from his quivering young testicles. When this didn't bring him off fast enough to suit her, she brought up her free hand and sank its index finger palm-deep into the tiny, resisting orifice of his spit-lubricated rectum.
"NNNNN!" Keith whined, automatically tensing against the unexpected invasion of his shit chute. He shivered reflexively, then relaxed and, apparently not only accepting but also enjoying the finger up his butt, he retaliated by plunging his thumb into Fran's erogenous rear portal.
"UUOOOMMM!" she moaned around her mouthful of hotly throbbing boymeat.
She wriggled her plump rump to show her appreciation and egg the kid on. When she started finger-fucking his butthole, Keith took the cue and began ramming his thumb in and out of hers.
Cum, baby! Cum, cum, cum! she chanted silently as she rapaciously sucked the salty-tasting knob, swishing warm saliva around it and whipping it with her sperm-hungry tongue.
Stimulating each other in two perverted ways at once raised the heat of their unnatural lust to an intolerable level. It was comparable to building a head of steam in a boiler until the gauge's hand moved well into the red danger zone. Something had to give, and the first thing to blow was the safety valve of Fran's orgasmic release mechanism. "HHHHNNN!!!" she moaned through her nose as the initial tremor of her toe-curling climax racked her perspiration-sheened torso.
Her succulent gash closed like a trap, the hair-fringed rim squeezing down on the boy's inthrust tongue. Like a rabbit darting for its burrow, her blood-glutted, fiery-red clitoris drew back swiftly and jerkily to disappear within the shimmering folds of inflamed cuntflesh at the top of her elliptical opening.
"OOOOHHHH!!!" Fran groaned gutturally through her desire-dilated nostrils, her cheeks quivering like a nursing baby's as she maintained the harsh suction and continued to lave longingly at the swollen head of Keith's meat.
The velvety walls of her rippling vagina clapped together, forcing the buildup of her feminine fluids down the slippery barrel of her tunnel. A surging wave of clear viscosity made her crimson labia minora flap luridly as it gushed between them and Keith's plugging tongue to spew out under pressure into his mouth.
The sudden inundation of colorless woman-goo took the twelve-year-old completely by surprise, for it literally flooded his oral cavity. It was the same yummy stuff that'd been dribbling out of her all along, though, and he'd already acquired a taste for it, so he was disinclined to protest. Just the opposite, in fact, for the big mouthful of musky syrup she squirted to him couldn't have pleased him more. Emitting a whimper of sheer delight, he drank it down greedily and kept right on sucking edaciously at the wonderful hole between her legs, for he wanted more of her wholesome love juices.
Fran feared she would pass out when her orgasm reached its mind-boggling peak. The rubbery ring of her violated rectum snapped spastically at the base of Keith's embedded thumb. Sweat poured off her helplessly shuddering torso. Her internal pussy parts were twitching and spasming like crazy.
"HHHHAAAA!!!" Keith bleated, throwing back his head in rapture as he hunched Fran's face with the instinctive male need to penetrate her as deeply as possible for the planting of his seed.
Her stem-gripping hand served both their purposes; it made Keith feel like he was into her clear up to his aching balls while in truth only the head and a fraction of an inch of shaft was inside her mouth, which was precisely the way Fran wanted it. Her puffy red lips were mashed flat as pancakes between her teeth and her stalk-encircling thumb and forefinger, but the passion-pain only added to the wild charge of the crucial moment. His dickhead expanded to the limit, jerked mightily, and out spurted the first and most forcefully expelled stream of the creamy reward which she'd been craving.
"UUUGGGNNNNNN!!!" came his rasping cry of orgastic fulfillment.
He's cumming with me! Fran screamed silently. Oh, God, shoot it out, baby! Give me all the good stuff you've got in those darling young nuts!
The healthy testicles of the sexually awakened youth had replenished themselves during the day. To Fran's fellatial delight, he had a nearly man-sized load built up for her this time.
"UNG, UNG, UNG!" Keith grunted like the typical male, as his ballooning cockhead squirted out the gluey white jets of his boyish love juice. Gluttonously Fran drank down the boy's lust-offering of scrumptious seminal fluids, thinking:
How sweet it is! My Lord, how sswweeettt!!!
His mildly acrid jizz stung her discerning taste buds in a highly woman-pleasing manner. She savored the flavor of his pure sex nectar to the fullest. She swallowed it eagerly, thrilling anew as it imparted a slight burning sensation to the tender lining of her reamed throat on its way down to her happily glowing stomach.
"MMMM-UUUMMM!!!" she moaned in delectation, as she waggled her finger around inside his butt, massaging the immature bulb of his spasmodically contracting prostate gland to milk it dry of its ambrosial substance.
She sucked out every drop of pearly liquid the boy could give her, and she kept right on nursing on his flagging erection. To her lecheress' joy, his strong young prick sprang back to life and he was soon eating her snatch again, lapping up the dribbles of her oozing afterspend.
Fran did not return to her room that night.
Chapter Ten
As Fran had said, there would be no turning back after their night of sexual revelry. Keith, of course, didn't want to. Neither did Fran in her heart of hearts. It was only when her conscience pricked her that she even mentioned to her young charge that they really ought to try and curtail their desires for one another and put an end to the unlikely affair which had sprung up between them.
All it took was for Keith to call her honey and give her a pat on the ass to shut her up, and bring her sneaking into his room later that night with the smoldering appearance to her eyes that he quickly came to learn meant she was hungry for sex. Always before Fran had been in control of the boy and the situation, if not herself. It was different with Keith. He began taking her over a little more each time they balled. In less than a week she'd virtually become the preteen boy's willing sex slave. Not that he mistreated her, for he didn't. They loved one another, strange as it seems. It was simply that Fran could refuse him nothing when they were alone. Their roles were only reversed during their clandestine sessions of lovemaking, however. In all other matters Fran remained the boss, and Keith seemed perfectly content to look up to and follow the instructions of his comely new governess.
Jamie also behaved himself, for in her official capacity Fran would tolerate only so much nonsense from the mischievous younger brother before she put her foot down and brought him back into line. Without the aid of the strap, it might be added, although there were a few times when she feared that nothing short of a spanking would get him back onto the track.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, and it did one Wednesday night. Fran and Keith were in his room, in bed, naked with the covers thrown back. She was lying on top of the youth, wriggling sensually with his erection well up into her tingling twat.
"I thought there wasn't goin' to be any more wrestling goin' on around here!"
She looked up and there was Jamie standing in the doorway. Fran didn't know what to say. After the fact, she realized that she must've forgotten to lock the doors which connected the three rooms.
"Jamie!" she gasped.
Grinning impishly, the pudgy ten-year-old walked on into the room and began taking off his pajamas.
"What do you think you're doing?" Keith demanded.
"I'm goin' to wrestle with her, too," Jamie informed his older brother. "Greek style."
"The heck you are!" yelled Keith. "Get out of here, you little fart! Go on back to your room!"
"Go to!" Jamie shouted back. "You're wrestling with her!" .
"That's different!" Keith insisted.
"You're full of beans!" Jamie told him. "If I don't get to, I'll tell Mom when she gets home!"
"You'd better not!" Keith hissed. "I.gave you twenty dollars, remember?"
"You can have it back! I'd rather wrestle with her! I got as much right to as you have, haven't I, Fran?"
"Why, you little-"
"Keith, hush!" Fran interrupted. "He does have a point."
"Yeah, right on the top of his head!" Keith spat.
"You better shut up!" Jamie warned.
"Yes, Keith, I think maybe you'd better," Fran said. Her eyes had that smoky look about them. Jamie had stripped to the buff. She was staring at his appealing, upward-angled erection. It wasn't that she loved Keith any less, but she was very fond of Jamie. Having the little rascal barge in on them this way excited rather than horrified her. She'd never been with two young boys at the same time before. She whispered to Keith, "This isn't the way to handle him, baby. It's a sticky situation. He's caught us in the act this time. Do you want me to get fired?"
"No, but____" Keith's voice faded.
"But, what?"
"Nothing," he groaned.
"You see it now, don't you?" Fran whispered. "The only way out of this is to let him do what he wants."
"I don't want him ... doing it with you!" Keith protested.
"Can you think of anything else that'll save the day?" Fran whispered. "Don't be jealous, darling, he's your brother. And besides, he isn't likely to damage me with that little thing he's got, now is he?"
Reluctantly Keith agreed to her solution. His proud young pole wilted. He looked somewhat nauseous. If he'd thought he could've gotten away with it, he would've killed his kid brother then and there. Fran's telling him not to be jealous didn't help a bit. He loved her. She was his woman! He was angry and jealous and there was nothing he could do about the way he felt.
Fran told Jamie in terms that he could understand what they were really doing. She figured she might as well. He saw his brother's limber, sex-wetted peter coming out of her juiced-up pussy anyway. And besides, Diane was nobody's fool. If Jamie told his mother she and Keith had been wrestling naked, Diane would know what they'd been doing even if she succeeded in playing it innocent with the naive ten-year-old.
As a result, Jamie forgot all about wrestling and he was even more eager to take his turn with her.
Fran made a bargain with him. In return for his silence, she would let him fuck her, too. Keith let them know in no uncertain terms that he didn't like it a bit.
"Then lump it!" Jamie told his big brother.
The two boys almost came to blows before Fran took Keith into her room and soothed him. Verbally she sympathized with him, assuring him that she understood his feelings. She told him she would rather not let any one but him do it to her, but she insisted this was the only way out of the mess they'd gotten themselves into and that she would just have to sacrifice herself for both their sakes. She was lying through her teeth, for the truth of the matter was she could hardly wait to get the younger brother between her boy-hungry legs.
"I still don't like it!" Keith wailed, his blue-green eyes more green than blue now.
"I know, sweetheart," Fran crooned. "Neither do I, but what can we do? You don't have to watch. Go on back to your room and send him in here to.me. You can shut the door if you want to."
As Keith shuffled dejectedly from her room, Fran turned back the covers and lay down on her bed. A moment later Jamie trotted eagerly in, his brown eyes wide with awe. Behind him in the doorway stood Keith, jealous and fuming. Keith didn't want to see his brother doing it to his lover, but he couldn't bear to leave them by themselves.
No urging was required to get Jamie between her parted legs. He recalled how he'd seen Keith going at her that morning on the patio, and he climbed right aboard. All it required was Fran's guiding hand and the fat little prick of the younger brother sank into the moist heat of her avidly receiving slot. Her hairy crack gobbled him whole.
"OOOHH!" Jamie gasped.
"Is it good?" Fran asked.
Jamie nodded tightly. It was so good it left him speechless. He began bobbing his butt, the way he'd seen his brother doing that morning. If his pecker hadn't've slipped out several times due to his inexperience and overeagerness, he wouldn't've lasted ten seconds. As it was, with Fran helping him get his little dick back into her, he popped his spermless nuts in about ninety seconds. Instead of crying out, he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut. But he was shaking all over and Fran could tell his moment had arrived by the spasmodic twitchings of his inthrust peter.
"You're cumming! Ooouuu! I can feel your little dick jerking around inside me! Is it good? Tell me, sugar!" Fran crooned, for although she was nowhere near an orgasm of her own, she was giving an innocent little boy his first piece of nookie and this was something that never failed to turn her on.
When Jamie got off her, he was grinning from ear to ear but still hadn't said a word.
"What's the matter, rascal?" Fran teased. "Cat got your tongue?"
He nodded.
"You fucked me."
"Yeah," he said, finally, grinning all the broader.
"You can't tell your mother now," she said, hoping he would buy her statement at face value.
"You're as guilty as we are."
"I won't tell her. You think I'm crazy? I'll be wantin' to fuck you lots more times!"
"You cruddy little fart!" Keith hissed, stamping into the room. "One time! That's all you get! That was the deal!"
"Calm down, baby," Fran told the more mature, jealous brother. "It looks like we're all in this together from now on. You don't seriously think Jamie is going to be satisfied with just one little piece of pussy, do you? How did you feel after we did it the first time? You wanted more, right? Well, he does too."
Keith stood by the bed, looking hurt and angry, but Fran could plainly see that jealousy wasn't the only emotion that watching his younger brother do it to her had evoked within him. He'd regained his lost erection completely; it thrilled her to know that he'd gotten a vicarious charge from watching. Despite his reaction, the condition of his penis told her everything was going to work out just fine.
"It's hard again, Keith," she cooed, reaching out to enclose his standing rod in her hand and stroke it lovingly.
The jealous lad hadn't noticed he had another hard-on until Fran called his attention to it. His irate expression yielded reluctantly to a sheepish grin.
"I think it excited you to see Jamie putting his dick in me," she purred. "Did it? Tell me, baby."
His face turned five shades of red.
"Don't be embarrassed. All males are voyeurs. It's perfectly natural. I think it's lovely. It did turn you on, didn't it?"
"It made my st-stomach feel funny," he admitted. "All tight and trembly."
Fran flashed him a smile that said she understood and was pleased by his reaction. "And it made you want to get your own peter in me again?"
He nodded and sort of whimpered.
"Then why don't we take up where we left off? Come on. I want to, too. Darling, you needn't worry about Jamie stealing me away from you. I love you both, each in a different way, of course. And I'm a mature woman who likes her sexing, remember. Oh, it'll be lovely from now on. Youll both get all the pussy you want, believe me."
Fran had never felt so incredibly voluptuous as she did now. She'd come to Las Vegas seeking a job, and she'd found paradise!
"Come on, Keith," she coaxed. "It's your turn now, and Jamie gets to watch, okay?"
The precocious twelve-year-old was not at all sure he was going to like this arrangement. He wanted Fran all to himself and resented his little brother horning in this way. Nor could he understand Fran's attitude. If she loved him, how could she love Jamie too? And how could she treat him this way? No, he didn't understand it, at all. But she was right ... it had excited him to see Jamie between her legs ... and he did want to get his own aching peter into her again. So he got in bed with them. Fran embraced him fervently. He kissed, her with open-mouthed urgency and gave her his tongue. She made soft mewling noises in her throat as she sucked hungrily at his taste organ and caressed his dick and balls with tender loving care. He was beginning to think maybe things would work out okay. Fran was asking his bug-eyed little brother if he wanted to see it going into her pussy, telling him to scoot closer beside them and lower his head so he could see it disappear. Jamie looked at him questioningly, and Keith heard himself saying, "Sure, go ahead."
Fran gave his rod a love squeeze and beamed down at him. When Jamie scooted closer and lowered his head, she peeled back Keith's foreskin and swabbed the denuded glans of his fat dick back and forth through her sopping hot slot to smear on her natural lubricant.
"Gosh, yours is big, Keith!" Jamie exclaimed. "Big as most men's," Fran said flatteringly. Keith's chest swelled with pride. This wasn't so bad after all. Compared to Jamie, he was really hung. It made him feel like a king to hear them discussing his penis.
"And he knows how to use this sweet thing to please a woman," Fran added. "But right now this woman is going to use it to please herself, so watch it go into me, Jamie!"
Both boys were staring fixedly at the hairy hole of her hovering twat, and how it turned her on. She felt wonderfully depraved. Because of her psychosexual make-up, having two boys in bed with her was heaven on earth. She'd stolen their virginity, robbed them of their priceless purity, and now they would be sharing her sex favors on a regular basis.
Deftly she fitted the bluntly rounded end of Keith's purplish knob into her secretion-slickened sex slot and began wantonly letting herself down onto it. Her coral labia folded in around the dilating dome as it burrowed into her clefted mound.
"AAAH!" she sighed, when the bloated crown stretched her crimson inner lips and popped through the snug muscular dimple that was the gateway to her vagina itself.
"Gosh!" Jamie said excitedly, his brown eyes enlarging with awe.
Absently Fran licked her full red lips. She paused with only the head inside her, rocking her hips to heighten the sybaritic sensations of penetration. Also she wanted to be sure little Jamie got a good view of his brother's larger penis going into her, for it was giving her an exhibitionistic charge to perform for the rascal's voyeuristic benefit.
"Can't you take the rest of it?" Jamie asked.
Keith sniggered.
"Of course I can," Fran laughed softly. "Just watch!"
She began lowering herself onto the proud young prick, going slow to draw out the lascivious sight of the forbidden penetration. The boys seemed to be enjoying the show immensely, and Fran certainly was for the leisurely joining of their genitals imparted to her a type of tantalizing stimulation that she hadn't heretofore experienced. Her hair-ringed orifice skidded jerkily down the length of curved shaft, wetting each girthful inch as they nibblingly took it in. The rim of her slot settled tremblingly around the flared base of the upstanding lance.
"OH, BABY!" she sighed, squirming, pressing down, compressing his finely downed pubic mound with her densely thatched mons veneris.
In this position ... sitting astride his loins ... her vagina was at its shortest, the depth of penetration at its greatest. She had the full length of his fat dick inside her and nearly an inch of its root, which was broader than the shaft, as well. The result was most gratifying, for the slitted tip of his pulsing crown rested against the tender mouth of her lowered womb.
"Feel good, honey?" Keith asked. "AND HOW!" she replied, noting with exhibitionistic glee that Jamie was left bug-eyed and speechless by the salacious manner in which she had cuntally engulfed the cock of his brother. Using the muscles in her legs, she ascended almost as slowly as she'd descended. Keith's sturdy organ was coated with her slippery secretions now. Her coral cuntlips distended vulgarly around the wetly glistening white shaft as they climbed it to the top. After a brief pause, she lunged back down, sucking in her breath raggedly as she impaled herself viciously upon the pole of boyish turgidity. "AAA-GGGAAAHHH!" she sighed, when the hard-rubbery head of his tool banged against her tender cervix and jolted her pear-shaped organ of utmost femininity.
"Did you hurt yourself?!" Jamie squeaked concernedly.
"Don't be a dummy," Keith scoffed, lording his superior knowledge over his kid brother. "It hurts good, right, honey?"
"SWEET JESUS, YESSS!" she moaned.
Fran's expression mirrored her bliss as she began rotating her hips in a tight circle with Keith's column of rigidity sheathed securely in her snug vagina.
"OOOHHH!" she moaned.
The soft rim of her pussy revolved hooplike around the hard base of his rampant rod, the nerve-laden head of her elongated clitoris bumping it, dragging against it.
"DARLING! DDAARR-LINGGG!"
Deep inside her, unseen but keenly felt by both woman and boy, the convex tip of his blood-filled dong swabbed caressingly round and around the protruding portion of the hypersensitive neck of her uterus.
Chapter Eleven
"AAAH! MMMM!" she uttered, her eyes narrowing down to mere slits as the pleasure produced by her wantonly rotating hips mounted within her pecker-harboring loins.
"It must hurt awful good!" Jamie piped up.
"YES, YES . . . OH, IT DOESSS!" Fran panted, falling forward.
Keith's arms went around her tremulous torso. His lips covered hers and he thrust in his tongue. This made two organs he had in her. She sucked hungrily at the one in her mouth while she worked her inner pussy parts, making her vagina clutch rhythmically down on the other.
"I want to fuck her, too!" Jamie said.
"You'll just have to wait till we get through," Keith told him.
"Maybe not," Fran told them both, her smoky eyes feasting on the appealing sight of the younger brother's small, reerected penis. "I think maybe I can take you both on at the same time! I want to try! Get on top of me, Jamie! See if you can put your little pecker in my pussy, too!"
The ten-year-old climbed right onto her back. Fran arched her spine, pressing her belly down against Keith's so as to tilt her sopping split for the sordid double-penetration she hoped they could, effect. She reached around behind her, took hold of Jamie's three and a half incher and skinned it back.
"PUSH!" she whined, guiding the little boy's bare rosebud of a glans into the dew-slickened fourchette of her upended snatch.
He pushed.
"OOOUUU!" she puled, as the inprobing knob stretched her already-dilated pussy petals. "IT'S WORKING! OH, GOD, IT'S GOING INNNN!"
Indeed it was. The glans popped through her elastic orifice and Jamie's small peter slid into her vagina alongside his brother's larger organ.
"HUU-OOOHHHHH!!!!" she moaned.
A terrific illicit thrill blasted through her. Both boys were into her right up to their kissing balls. They had her stretched to the limit. She felt gloriously full!
"NNNAAAHHHHH!" she whimpered, shivering, batting her eyes. "OH, IT HURTS . . . HURTS SOOGOOOODDD!!!"
Although he'd been against all of this at the first, Keith was coming around now. The taut rim of her sex opening felt like a tight rubber band biting into three sides of his prick, and the firmness of his brother's peter lying along the undersurface of his provided a stark contrast to the velvety softness of her moistly hot vagina. He liked the physical sensations of this three-way hookup. So did Fran. And looking over her shoulder, he could see by Jamie's impish grin that he did, too.
"OKAY, LET'S FUCK HER!" the older kid told the younger.
They both began humping, Jamie from above and behind and Keith from below.
"OHGOODCHRIST!" Fran gasped, for the lurid pleasure of being double-fucked by two horny brothers was immeasurably greater than even her lecheress' mind had supposed it might be.
They shagged away at her, ravishing her cunt. Sometimes their penises plunged in together but usually not. More often one would be stabbing in as the other backed out, the bottoms of their rods scrubbing together with only a thin film of her viscous fluids separating their slippery organs of boyish hardness.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" the middle-aged woman in the middle chanted sighingly, taking it and loving it.
She felt like the meat in a sandwich. It was fantastic to have two young boys fucking into her at the same time. Fran wouldn't have traded places with any woman in the world right then, so great was her carnal joy.
But the more inexperienced younger lad became too eager. His little dick slipped out of her proper hole. Emitting a yelp of frustration, he attempted to get it back in on his own. He got it back into her, all right, except he missed his mark.
"AAAIIIEEE!!" Fran squealed like a stuck pig when the insistently driving head of Jamie's pecker burst through the resisting sphincter of her rosebud rectum and all pussy-slickened three and a half inches of his rock-hard member skewered into her shocked and cringing bowels.
"HHHAAA!" Jamie cried. His mouth flew open. He sucked in his breath. He noticed a big difference in the feel of her but he didn't realize what he'd done. All he knew was that she felt every bit as tight as before, but nearly twice as hot. His brown eyes glazed over. He grabbed hold of her shoulders and started fucking her again, hard as he could go.
It fairly took Fran's breath away.
Sodomy! This is SODOMY! her outraged conscience railed stridently. And her pleasure-seeking id yelled back, Yes, yes, I know! But isn't it lovely?!
There was a red-hot pain in her raped rectum, a glowing ache that radiated gloriously down to her midthighs and up to her indented navel.
"YOU'VE GOT IT ... UP MY AASSS!!!!" she screeched. "NO, NO, DON'T STOP! NOT NOW! DON'T YOU DARE STOP! OOOHHHH! BUGGER ME, BABY! BUGGER ME GOOOODDD!!!"
"I THOUGHT... THAT WAS... WHAT
HAPPENED!" Keith panted. "YOU MEAN... YOU LIKE IT?!"
"LIKE IT?! MY GOD, YESSS ... I LOVE IT!" Fran shouted. "FUCK ME, KEITH! CORNHOLE ME, JAMIE! RAM 'EM TTOO ME... OHH, OHH . . . THOSE DARLING YOUNG CCOOCCKKSSS!!!"
If having two boy-rods in her box had made her quiver with pleasure ... and it had ... being screwed both fore and aft made her tremble from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. This was like nothing Fran had ever experienced before. She just couldn't believe how godawful good it was!
The lusty lads gave her exactly what she asked for. Keith powered his prize prong into her dripping pussy from below; Jamie buggered her like a little fiend from above.
Jamie's stabbing young stem couldn't have fit her tiny butthole more perfectly. The rubbery rim of her erogenous rectum clung tightly to his brown-tinged peter, pumping rapid-fire in and out around it.
It was the same below. The slack in her reamed pussy had been taken up by the unexpected muscle-tautening invasion of her nearby nether hole. Once again Fran's hairy gap hugged the secretion-slick shaft of Keith's larger hunk of meat. Her blood-engorged coral labia fluttered joyously to and fro as Keith's proud young pole sawed frenziedly away at her sweltering sex.
"UUUNNN, UUUNNN, UUUNNN!" she singsonged, as the force of their feral thrusting buffeted her feverish, sweat-dampened torso between their boyish bodies.
On and on it went. She'd sucked Keith off before Jamie caught her riding his horn, so both kids were working toward their second orgasms, huffing and puffing as they hammered away at her sopping pussy and tingling asshole. Their stony boycocks were pumping her full of carnal pleasure. Fran thought she would go right out of her boy-loving mind.
"OH, GAWD . .. GGAAWWDDD!!!" she moaned mournfully.
Her eyes were moist orbital mirrors, open but unseeing. The temperature of her perspiration-oozing body was climbing so high she felt delirious from the fever of her lust. Her pussy was a slippery, velvet-lined furnace, and her violated rectum burned and itched in a maddening manner. She'd always been a sensual woman, but she'd never dreamed that sex could be so all-consuming as this. Having two young boys rutting into her simultaneously was simply superb!
"HUU, HUU, HUU!" she hooted helplessly, as the preorgasmic tightenings drew at her febrile loins until her entire lower torso throbbed and ached with the torrid need to cum, "OOOHHHHH! OH, YOU ANGELS... PRECIOUS, DARLING BBOOYYSSS!!!"
Both kids were still banging away at her when, her toes curling under to hug the balls of her feet and her red-lacquered fingernails digging catlike at the mattress, she threw back her head and shrieked:
It felt like a charge of dynamite going off inside her.
"WWWHHHAAAHHH!!!" she screamed. Her face twisted into a mask of agony/ecstasy as the back of her thrown-back head burrowed in between her shoulder blades. "NNNNAAAAGGG!!" '
Her head flopped forward with mouth agape and eyes clenched shut. Her pleasure-inundated body jerked and twitched mindlessly, while on the inside, her heated sexual musculature contracted spasmodically with the heartbeatlike rhythm of the flesh-quaking tremors that were racking her raw-nerved torso. Even the floor of her pelvis was involved in this soul-rending climax.
"UUUNNN!" Keith groaned, and he rammed his prick all the way up her, for the harsh contractions of her silky hot vagina were literally milking the seminal fluids up from his body-hugging balls.
"HHAAA!" Jamie cried and, like his brother, he stuck his palpitating peter into the steaming body of the climactically shivering woman for the final time. It felt to him as if the strong sphincter muscle of her snapping asshole meant to shear off his dick and eat it alive, and he halfway hoped it would because it felt so unbelievably wonderful.
Then Jamie was whimpering and gnashing his teeth and Keith was going, "UNG, UNG, UUUNNNGGG!!!" for her spastically convulsing erotic orifices had carried both the horny lads into orgasm with her.
"OHJESUSGOD!" Fran wailed. "YOU'RE CUMMING ... I CAN FFEEELL YOU .. . BOTH OF YOU .. . OOOHHHH . . . LORD, HOW SWEET . . . HOW SSWWEEETTT!!"
Jamie's pecker twitched pulsingly in the furnacelike heat of her rippling, tightly gripping asshole; the ballooning head of Keith's larger dong spat cum-bullets which ricocheted luridly off the tender mouth of her very womb itself.
Having two orgasmically throbbing boy-dicks shoved up her while she herself was cumming like crazy gave Fran the wildest, most wonderfully wicked thrill of her entire life.
Again her head snapped back, and she screamed out her carnal rapture, "HAA-LLLAAAAHHHHH!!"
"OH, HONEY!" Keith gasped. "YOUR PUSSY'S ... SO HOT .. . AND G-GOOODDD!!!"
"OOOOHHHH!!!" she moaned.
"FUCK!" Jamie cried. "FFUUCCKKK!!!"
"AAAA-GGGAAAHHH!!" Fran groaned gutturally.
She wanted to tell these two adorable youngsters how much she loved them, but she couldn't form words, only the squeals and utterings of a woman caught up in the throes of sexual fulfillment. She was having a cum to end all cums. Even her red-painted toenails and the roots of her silver-sprinkled auburn hair were alive and tingling.
"OOHHH, OOHHH... AAAHHH!!!" she whimpered and sighed.
Then her head dropped down and her sweat-soaked body went limp as she lost control of her muscles. She buried her face in the perspiration-drenched crook of Keith's neck, sobbing brokenly, her sandwiched torso twitching and jerking ecstatically as one flesh-quaking tremor after another washed soul-shaMngly through her. They all three slept in her bed that night, Fran in the middle between her two young lovers, her sex-satiated body glowing contentedly.
Chapter Twelve
The three-way sex sessions they were having were much too satisfying for Fran to let her nagging sense of guilt keep her from indulging every lewd whim of her own and the two horny boys as well. She felt like a kid with a sweet tooth turned loose in a candy store. At first she thought she would get her fill of the boys in a few days and then things would cool back down to a semblance of normalcy, with the three of them having sex two or perhaps three times a week. Not so. Her appetite for their darling young dicks grew even more ravenous. The more she had them the more she wanted them. All three of her erogenous orifices were seemingly insatiable.
And the boys couldn't get enough of her either. In private they both called her honey or baby or sweet woman, although during the day, when the maid was present and she was functioning as their governess/tutoress, they heeded her warning and respectfully referred to her as Fran or Mrs..Griggs.
Instead of two or three times a week, she and the eager lads were getting together at least three times a day ... before breakfast and after supper for quickies, then again at bedtime for their real love feast of the day. Generally one or the other of the children also wanted a blowjob after lunch, and Fran was always glad to oblige them. She was on a moderate diet, shunning sweets to shed her excess poundage, and she quickly came to regard noonday dick-eating as the dessert which topped off her luncheon meal. It was a very satisfying dessert too, and a disappointment for her on the rare days when neither kid wanted to be fellated.
At first she worried that so much sex might sap the boys' virility and injure their health. Her fears were proved to be unfounded, however. Exercise made their sex muscles stronger not weaker. They were getting the proper amount of rest and, instead of turning hollow-eyed and listless, they became more vivacious and alert than ever. Jamie, who'd been rather lazy until that fateful, eye-opening night, even started getting up early to play tennis with Fran and Keith, and as a result he began to lose his baby fat.
They were all three healthy as could be, active, fun-loving, sex-enjoying people. Although Fran soon came to realize that fucking and sucking several times a day was the true condition of human sexuality and in no way abnormal, she jokingly referred to herself as being a raving nymphomaniac and she called the boys her insatiable young satyrs. But in no ways did she neglect the duties for which she was being paid.
She enjoyed her work. She loved Keith and Jamie. For the first time in her life, Fran was completely happy.
Sunday was the maid's day .off. Fran and the boys generally skipped tennis and slept late, as they did on this Sunday.
As usual, Keith awakened first. It was nearly ten. He woke Fran up by lightly tickling her cunt. When her eyes blinked open, she was smiling. He suggested they go for a swim before they went to the kitchen for brunch. Fran kissed him good morning. Then she rolled over and began tugging at the spongy curved finger of Jamie's small warm penis. The little boy woke up laughing. Fran kissed him good morning too. They asked Jamie if he wanted to take a dip with them. He was all for it. They piled out of bed ... naked as jaybirds since that's the way they slept nowadays ... and out to the pool they went for some skinnydippirig.
Critter ran to greet them when they emerged blinking into the heat and brightness of the late July sunshine. The huge Afghan hound wanted to be fed. Jamie offered to do it and trotted off alongside the pool with the dog loping after him.
The mature woman and two young boys frolicked in the private pool for fifteen minutes or so, swimming, diving, splashing water on one another and playing a bit of grab-ass all along. Keith got an erection. He backed Fran into a corner at the shallow end of the pool.
"I'm going to rape you," he said with a grin.
"Help, police!" Fran squealed laughingly.
It was a game they'd played before. Fran protested as if she really were being raped. She struggled against the lean and muscular youth. It excited her to put up a good fight and make him actually overpower her and take her by force.
Jamie hopped out onto the pool's apron. "Shove her up into the corner," he cried. "Ill hold her arms while you stick it to her!"
"OH, GOD, NOOH!" Fran shrieked, as Keith wrestled her into the rounded corner of the tiled pool and Jamie drew her arms back and up over her head. "DON'T RAPE ME!" she pleaded, scissoring her legs as Keith forced them apart and came menacingly between them. "MERCY! HAVE MERCY!"
Holding her by the waist, K, eith rammed his sturdy rod into her beneath the surface of the water.
"AAARRGGHHHH!!!" Fran screeched, and she went limp, surrendering to the superior strength of her two lustful attackers. The gleam in her excited hazel eyes was the only outward sign of her inner joy at being taken, for her face contorted into a mask of martyrlike suffering.
Her legs dangled droopingly in the water as Keith held her by her womanly hips and began powering the pole to her. She was truly helpless. Jamie had her by the wrists. He held her arms well back at an angle above her head. Only her shoulders touched the rounded edge of the pool's tiled rim. Her body hung down with her back arched and nothing but her heels resting on the bottom of the pool. Had she wanted to break free, it would've been impossible to do so.
"OH, YOU BEAST!" she moaned. "YOU'RE RAVISHING ME!"
Indeed he was, and he continued to do so. They were well into the feigned rape, taking it quite seriously. Keith knew she would keep protesting and complaining until her sensuality got the best of her. She was fighting against her mounting desire. It was up to him to stoke her fire until the flames of passion overwhelmed her, and the youth was giving her a thorough and vigorous fucking toward that lewd goal.
"OOOOH! STOP! PLEASE STOP!"she whined.
"GETTING TO YOU, AM I?" Keith huffed, cramming the meat to her.
"YES . .. AAAH . . . IT'S STARTING TO FEEL GOOD! I CA-CAN'T HELP IT!"
"THEN SHAKE YOUR ASS!" Jamie hissed. "COME ON, SWEET WOMAN, GET HOT!"
The obscene urging from the little ten-year-old melted the final traces of Fran's will to resist. It turned her on to be stretched with her arms above her head, held helpless while she was being ravished. She was more than ready to start cooperating so as to enjoy more fully the good hard fuck being thrown into her.
"YES, YES, I'LL SHAKE IT, YOU LITTLE DEVIL! JUST HOLD MY ARMS AND WATCH HOW I SHAKE IT!" she trilled.
Fran drew up her legs. She locked her ankles behind Keith's thighs and began fucking with him. Waves sloshed into the pool's overflow trough as she bucked and twisted abandonedly with her coral-nippled titties exposed to the hot Nevada sun and her heaving belly half-in, half-out-of the cool water.
"FUCK ME!" she moaned. "GOD, HOW I LOVE IT THIS WAY! SCREW ME GOOD, BABY!"
"HURRY!" Keith warned.
"NOT YET!" she pleaded. "DON'T CUM YET! LET ME CA-CATCH UP!"
Keith gritted his teeth and kept humping steadily away. He shut his eyes and started doing mental arithmetic ... as Fran had taught him ... to. delay his imminent ejaculation. He was only twelve but quite mature for his age, an ardent lover who took pleasure in giving pleasure; and Fran had been teaching him well, molding him into the ideal paramour.
"I'M READY!" she cried a moment later. "NOW, KEITH! STUFF IT UP ME, BABY, AND SHOOT IT OUT DEEP AND HOT!"
His fingers bit into the layer of fat at the tops of her hips as they pumped frantically underwater. He threw a volley of perhaps two dozen more choppy and evershortening jabs into her. Then he crammed his hotly throbbing prick balls-deep into the steaming slot between her straining legs.
"UUUNNN!" he groaned. "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
"OH, GOD . . . YESSS!" Fran shrilled, squeezing him to her with her encircling legs as she frenziedly rubbed the nerve-rich head of her blood-glutted clitoris against the uneven topside of his flared dick-base to bring herself off. "I FEEELLL IT! YOUR COCK TWITCHING! YOUR CUM SPURTING INTO ME! OOOOH! NOW, NNOOWWW... ME TOO... I'M CUMMING WITH YOU! CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING . .. OOHHHH ... I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
Jamie pushed her forward and released her wrists. She threw her arms around Keith's neck and clung to him like a monkey with all four of her limbs encircling him, while he stood there in the waist-deep water with his sperm-spewing prong embedded to the hilt in her orgasmically spasming snatch, the both of them trembling and moaning and sighing, gasping for air.
When Keith decocked her, some of his implanted seed escaped her hair-rimmed gap and floated off through the water in a couple of tiny cloudlike formations. He climbed from the pool and gave Fran a hand up the ladder.
Using the lounge chair pads for a pallet, Fran took off her bathing cap and the three of them stretched out to take the sun. Keith and Fran were perfectly content to lie there and be lazy for a while. But Jamie had a hard-on. Helping his older brother overpower their governess had excited him. He put Fran's hand on his little goober and she fondled it willingly for him while he played with her titties and sucked their sensitive nipples. Before long he worked his hand between her legs and stuck a couple of fingers up her. The slippery condition of her hot, wet, just-screwed twat excited the little boy further.
"I want to fuck you!" Jamie said. "Spread your legs for me, sweet woman!"
Feeling voluptuous and relaxed, Fran smilingly accommodated the ten-year-old. She spread her legs for him. He got on top of her and she helped the pudgy cherub get his arrow of love into the receptive quiver of her womanly sheath. He began jabbing her with his fat three and a half incher. Realizing that she would feel loose and sloppy to Jamie so soon after having Keith's larger rod, she contracted the magic muscles and made her pussy nice and tight for Jamie's stabbing smaller dork. "Ohh," he sighed. "Yeah, that's better!" "I thought it would be, sugar," she chuckled. Although she wasn't wildly passionate, the physical sensations were pleasant and Fran couldn't help enjoying her second act of intercourse for the day. She lay there in a state of dreamy repose, taking it, letting the boy do all the work while she lazily caressed his back and the cheeks of his bobbing bottom.
Keith rolled onto his side and scooted close to them. He drew Fran's nearest leg up between his and let his depleted testicles rest against the satiny skin of her warm, fleshy thigh. When she turned her head toward him, they were both smiling. For a moment they merely gazed lovingly into one another's happily twinkling eyes. Then Keith patted his Md brother on the back and told him he was doing great and to keep it up. Jealousy was a thing of the past. He kissed Fran and gave her his tongue to suck while Jamie continued to hump into her.
The lethargic mood of Fran's postorgasmic afterglow began to evaporate as the stimulation of Jamie's drilling dick fanned the embers of her passion, making flickering flames of reawakened desire lap tantalizingly up into the hidden recesses of her healthy female loins. She whimpered with longing and sucked down on Keith's suggestively thrusting tongue.
How sweet, she thought. How lovely and natural and sweet it is!
What a charge it gave her to have one brother kissing her while she was having intercourse with the other. When Keith took her hand and carried it to his groin, she eagerly wrapped her fingers around the leachy tube of his half hard-on.
It made her feel like Eve in the Garden of Eden to be feasting upon delicious, forbidden boy-fruit on this bright and sunshiny Sunday morning. And it would be a feast, for they were just getting started.
She could tell by the way Keith was tongue-fucking her mouth that he wanted her to go down on him. More than willing to take her cream now and her coffee later, Fran fondled his swelling lance toward another full erection while she sucked his tongue in a manner that promised her mouth would soon be replacing her penis-caressing hand.
Nor was her other hand idle. Wantonly she worked it into the crack of Jamie's bucking behind. The ball of her middle finger sought out the dimple of the little boy's tiny coral rectum and she lasciviously rubbed round and around the erogenous rim of his buttonhole orifice.
Jamie was near to cumming and this excited him tremendously. When Fran reached down to their joined genitals, coated her finger with pussy juice and then sank it salaciously into his rubbery butthole, he gasped with pleasure and thrust hilt-deep into the moist heat of that wonderful crack between her legs.
"UUUNNNH!" Jamie moaned, only once for he was never very vocal at the crucial moment, and then he began gnashing his teeth and shuddering blissfully as his climactically twitching peter added a pearly drop of spermless boy-cream to mix with the remains of his brother's load inside her hot, silky-slick vagina.
Even though Fran didn't come off herself, she enjoyed Jamie's orgasm. His darling little penis throbbed like a beating heart. As she savored the pulsations Jamie's peter imparted to her aroused pussy parts, she waggled her imbedded finger around inside his asshole and simultaneously masturbated Keith and sucked his tongue, whimpering through her nose, making mewling noises in her throat.
"How was it, Jamie?" Fran asked when they got untangled. "Did you cut yourself a good piece of my ass this time?"
"Oh boy, did I ever," he sighed. "You know what, Fran?" "What, sugar?"
"It gets better every time we do it!" "You little angel!" Fran gushed. "I'm glad you like it. Your mother will be coming home in another week or so. Do I have anything to worry about?"
"Not from me, you don't," Jamie assured her.
"I'm not tellin' her a thing! Can we still do it, or will we have to wait till she leaves again?"
"Well, we'll have to be careful while she's here," Fran said. "It would be too dangerous in the daytime. At night though, if we lock our doors and you boys continue to muss your beds to make Opal and your mother think they've been slept in, then I don't see any reason why we shouldn't go on sleeping together just the way we have been."
Both lads quickly voiced their agreement. It would be a cutback on their sex lives, but it would be worth the sacrifice to have their mother home for a while.
Jamie lay back. His limber, pussy-wetted penis fairly glittered in the bright sunshine. Impulsively Fran leaned over the kid and licked her viscid secretions ... along with the whitish spots of Keith's cum that was sticking to it ... off the young child's slippery little eel.
God, I feel sexy today! she thought as she turned toward Keith. This might be the last Sunday III have these adorable boys all to myself for a while, and I want to make the most of it!
On her knees, she leaned over Keith, took his upstanding rod in hand and peeled back its satiny folds of thick rubbery foreskin, laying bare the purplish plum of -desirable boyhood to her admiring gaze.
"It's beautiful," she sighed, just the sight of it making her mouth water. "I'm hungry for it, Keith! Let me take you all the way this time, darling! I want you to CUM IN MY MOUTH!"
"Get at it, honey!" Keith told her. "Keep your hair pushed back so we can see you sucking it!"
"YES, YES, I WILL!" she readily agreed, for it added to her enjoyment of the act to have them watching when she performed fellatio, and the horny little devils were both turning into shameless voyeurs.
Smack! She kissed the sex flower as she held it by its stem. Smack, smack, smack!
She tugged Keith's rampant rod this way and that, her soft red lips bestowing avid wet kisses of adoration upon the denuded glans. Keeping her hair all to one side so they could see, she extended her pink taste organ and gave the livid crown a good tongue-lashing that included every square millimeter of its velvety skinned convexity. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the boys were enjoying the lascivious display of her lingual talents.
"HOW I LOVE THIS JUICY COCK!" she told them in a passion-husky voice. "WATCH ME, BOYS! WATCH ME SUCK IT!"
It gave her an illicit thrill to know their excited gazes were riveted upon her as she took the salty-tasting bulb in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the top of the white shaft and sucked down on the bulbous morsel of musky boymeat. The tangy flavor of Keith's naked dickhead was a taste treat that Fran never tired of. Her insatiable tongue darted forward to lave wetly over the male knob as her cheeks sank quiveringly inward from the force of her oral suction.
"MMMMM!" she moaned in delectation.
She began bobbing her head slowly, luxuriating in fellatial delight as her puffy lips clung lasciviously to the object of her lecheress' affection. Bubbly spit gleamed luridly on the white shaft as her red oral petals skimmed up and down it. The tip of her educated tongue teased maddeningly along the prominent vein running the length of the shaft's undersurface. She swished warm saliva back and forth over the head, refusing to swallow until she had a big mouthful of pecker-flavored spit.
"OHHHHH . . . THAT FEELS GOOD!" Keith sighed. " SUCK IT, HONEY! HARDER! SUCK HARDER!"
A whimpering sob escaped Fran's desire-dilated nostrils. Her head moved faster, rising and falling smoothly. She sucked harder and started taking a lick at the front of the glans each time she topped his column of boyish turgidity. Sucking cock is the one sex act which Fran enjoyed above all others and, as she began going down on Keith in earnest, she gave him the full benefit of her oral expertise.
When she heard Keith chanting, "SUCK IT! SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" in a rasping tone of voice, she knew she was giving him the ultimate in oral pleasure and it thrilled her to the core of her boy-loving being. Fran and Keith were lost in the bliss of fellatio now. All of Jamie's attention was also centered upon the oral/genital act. None of them noticed when Critter, finished eating, sauntered over toward them.
The big shaggy white dog had caught the scent of Fran's aroused snatch. He hadn't had any pussy since the week after his movie-star mistress had left for Spain ... Fran had had no need of his stud services after taking up with Keith ... so the Afghan was good and horny by now.
In her kneeling position, Fran failed to see the large hound sniffing her outthrust rump as he came up behind her. It was only when his icy nose nuzzled her steaming split that she became aware of his presence. Her body tensed; her head stilled. "DON'T STOP!" Keith cried, and he grabbed her head.
Fran couldn't rise, and when Critter licked into her needy twat she didn't really want to. His avidly lapping tongue made her head spin luridly. She felt that she oughtn't to permit such an abnormal thing as this in front of the boys, but she was extremely hot and bothered and that canine tongue, long and hot, felt marvelous as it dragged abrasively through the shimmering trough of her pouting coral flanges.
"MMMMM!" she moaned through her nose.
A ghiver passed through her. Instead of trying to escape the animal's vulgarly lapping tongue, she wagged her rear end for him and went on eating
Keith's meat. Her passion, already at a feverish pitch, took wings and soared. The muff-diving dog was getting to her. It was maddening to have
Critter going at her like that while she copped
Keith's delicious knob.
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" she murmured through lust-enlarged nostrils, her head bobbing faster and faster as she sucked the boy voraciously.
Keith had his eyes closed and hadn't even noticed the family pet. Jamie had, but so far the ten-year-old remained too bug-eyed to comment on it. No longer was he watching Fran fellate his brother, for the sordid act of bestial cunnilingus had captured his sensual curiosity. Scooting back to get a better view, he stared transfixed as Critter's slender red tongue swiped repeatedly through the juice-oozing cleft of Fran's russet-thatched mound.
"SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" Keith wailed. "OOOHHHHH! I'M GOING TO CUM! NOW! NNOOWWW!"
Fingers locked in her hair. Instinctively Keith tried to get his dick deeper into her oral cavern. But the swelling flower not the stem of his sex was all she wanted arid, ignoring the slight pain in her scalp, she clutched the throbbing, spit-coated shaft, using her hand as a spacer.
"NNNAAAHHH!" Keith cried. His cock gave a spastic jerk as it erupted, with him grunting, "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
YES, BABY, CUM FOR ME! she moaned mentally, savoring each delectable jet of his yummy boy-cream as he spurted it into her hungry hot mouth. SHOOT IT TTOOO ME! DEAR GOD, HOW SSWWEEEEETTTH!
She took every bit of the boy's pungent load, letting it build up in her mouth until her taste buds were tingling joyously. Then she swallowed it and greedily sucked his flagging tool to drain it of its final reluctant drops.
Critter tried to mount her. Due to her condition of raging desire, she was tempted to let him. If the boys hadn't been present, she would've liked nothing better than a thorough bestial screwing right then. But doing something so grossly perverted in front of them was just too wicked for words. Deserting her plan to continue nursing on Keith's spongy dong until she made it nice and hard again, Fran released it from oral captivity and came up whirling about, slapping at the baboon-faced dog, shouting, "GET AWAY, CRITTER! STOP IT!"
"Aw, heck," Jamie muttered disappointedly, for he'd been hoping to see the tapering length of the animal's beet-red prick sinking into the woman's sopping split.
"What's going on?" Keith wanted to know as he sat up blinking.
"Critter was lickin' Fran," Jamie told his brother. "She let him, too. I think he was goin' to fuck her!"
"That's what he was trying to do!" Fran said, feigning alarm.
"Really?" Keith glanced from Fran to the dog. "He's got a hard-on, all right, and it sure is red! Turn him over on his back, Jamie! Let's get a better look at his dick!"
Fran felt neglected when the boys turned their attention to the huge white hound. They had Critter on his back and were making over his phallus, pointing to it as they compared it to their own penises and excitedly discussed the similarities and differences of their canine and human genitals. Although Fran had secretly received the organ in intercourse on two separate occasions, she'd never had a good look at it herself. Curiosity drew her into the huddle.
"It sure is red!" she gasped. "And so long!" "Why don't you let him put it in you, Fran?"
Jamie suggested impishly.
"Oh, sugar, noon!" she protested with mock modesty. "I couldn't do a nasty thing like that!"
"But he's sufferin'," Jamie went on. "If you won't let him do it to you, then jack him off!"
"Well," Fran drawled reluctantly, for the idea appealed to her but she didn't think she should in front of her young charges. "Keith, what do you think?"
"I'd like to see you do it, honey."
"All right, then, I will."
Her hand trembled visibly as she reached out and wrapped her white ringers around the inflamed organ at its midpoint. It felt very hot and slick. Illicit thrills rippled through her as she began running her hand up and down the tapered lance. Having it in her hand aroused her more than she 'd supposed it might, and she could tell it was exciting the boys to see her masturbating their pet.
Strangely enough it was Keith, not the mischievous Jamie, who suggested, "Why don't you kiss it, honey?"
Fran protested that she would never dream of doing such a filthy thing, and she meant it, too, but both lads became obsessed with the idea. They kept at her until she agreed to kiss it just once. With a smoldering blanket of lust enveloping her brain, she wasn't thinking at all clearly.
Which boy pushed her head down, Fran would never know, but as the glistening dog-dick loomed up at her face, she heard herself let out a piteous whimper. The heady aroma of the hound's phallus caught in her nostrils and made her head swim.
Smack! She kissed the secretion-coated shaft of the hot, palpitating penis.
"Lick it!" Jamie urged.
As if it had a mind of its own, out came her tongue and she'd licked the subhuman dong before she knew what she was doing. Fran's heart raced wildly out of control. She thought she would faint.
"How does it taste?" Keith asked excitedly.
"GOOD!" she whined. "DELICIOUS!"
"LICK IT SOME MORE!" Jamie squeaked.
Oh, dear God! she thought. I shouldn't!
But she did. And one lick led to another. She couldn't stop. It was as if she were two women. One part of her felt horribly depraved while the other, feeling wonderfully wicked, rejoiced in the sheer sinfulness of her demented dick-licking.
"SUCK HIM OFF!" Jamie cried.
"DO IT, HONEY!" Keith coaxed. "I WANT TO SEE YOU BLOW HIM!"
No, no, you mustn't! It's unspeakably perverted! Fran's conscience railed.
The earth seemed to do a flip-flop as she tilted her head to the side, opened her mouth and, against her better judgment if not her will, took in three inches of the strongest, richest-tasting cock her tongue had ever touched.
"MMMMM!" she sighed involuntarily and, emitting a whimperlike sob of pleasured surrender to the most screamingly abnormal desire that'd ever consumed her, she started sucking with gusto at the tangy prick of the ferally whining animal.
Critter's long white fur felt soft as silk as her cheek brushed to and fro against it. It seemed unreal. She couldn't believe she was actually going down on a dog! But she was, and edaciously so, at that, for the very sordidness of her insane act of bestial fellatio turned her into a wild woman.
The sexually deprived Afghan didn't last long. His balls were heavy with semen. Her stroking hand had primed his pecker and, only seconds after she took it into her hungry hot mouth, the bloated testes began releasing their burdensome load. When the orgasm-heralding lump formed at the base of Critter's rod and started gliding up the tapering shaft, Fran's inner emotions swirled conflictingly within her.
She realized his moment was near at hand. Decency demanded that she stop going down on him immediately, for she could think of nothing more base and vulgar than to allow an animal to shoot off in her mouth. But raging lust not decency ruled her now and, vulgar or not, she wanted to take him all the way! Every nerve and cell in her worked up being cried out for completion of the insanely lurid act.
A sense of vertigo consumed her. The earth spun crazily. She feared she might pass out. The bulge of entrapped ejaculate was halfway up his lance now. It felt even hotter than the inflamed shaft itself as it began bumping salaciously against the tender surfaces of her obscenely distended oral petals.
GOOD CHRIST, HE'S GOING TO CUM! she screamed inwardly. IN MY MOUTH! A DOG! IN MY MMOOUUTTHHHH!
Slurp, slurp, slurp! came the sordid sounds when the knot of boiling canine jizz began popping in and out through the yielding circle of her puffy red lips. Then it was in her oral chamber for good, moving jerkily and swiftly toward the pencil-eraser-sized glans that was already leaking a thin but viscid milky fluid.
A mournful moan escaped Fran's enlarged nostrils. The wild pounding of her heart sounded like twin tom-toms in her temples. If she didn't rip her mouth off his warningly twitching dong in another second or two, it would be too late. OH GOD . . . GGOODDM she wailed silently. It was already too late. The lump of ready-to-be-released sperm had arrived at its lascivious destination. It was now a swollen bulb at the business end of Critter's prong, with the fingertip dickhead protruding from it like a turgid nipple. Something snapped inside Fran.
"UUUNNNN!" she moaned through her nose. Like a female vampire dying of thirst she sucked down on the obscene bulge, polling at it with her lips and whipping it with her tongue to trigger his release. This carried the sexually suffering hound over the brink instantaneously. He let out a yelp of fulfillment. His stony stalk gave a mighty jerk.
"OOOMMMM!" Fran groaned, as his pulsating pecker sprayed torrential streams of the thickest, most acrid-tasting cum she'd ever encountered in her entire forty-three years.
The glutinous substance inundatsd her oral cavity. It swirled over her tongue, stinging her taste buds like hot sauce, giving her a rich blast of bitter-almond flavor. It bulged her cheeks, made her tremulous lips puff out obscenely. Twin rivulets of ropy white trickled from the corners of her overfilled mouth. The big shaggy beast was a virtual reservoir of musky-tasting sperm. It was either swallow or drown. Fran's glassy eyes batted frantically before she closed them and, emitting a piteous nasal whimper, began drinking down the massive load of hot and surging, pungent-tasting dog-cum.
Fran couldn't understand what had come over her to make her do such a blatantly lust-crazed thing. The boys had egged her on, but now that she'd actually sucked off their pet, what would they think of her?! Fearing the worst, she raised her head slowly and unsurely. Keith and Jamie were spellbound. Instead of the disgust she thought they might have for her, she was greeted by two mouths gaping with awe and four eyes dancing with carnal excitement. Her worried expression faded and a sensuous smile replaced it. Looking right at the all-but-hypnotized lads, she wantonly licked the whitish streaks of overflowed sperm from the ruby-red surfaces of her full, womanly lips.
"Well, boys," she breathed, "I did it. All the way. And I'm glad. Are you? Did it excite you? Tell me, darlings!"
The horny kids were simply delighted with the show she'd put on for their voyeuristic enjoyment. They both had throbbing erections and were wild to get them in her voluptuous body. In a mood of sheer licentiousness, Fran told Keith to lie on his back and she had Jamie sit beside his shoulders. She felt incredibly sexy as she swung astride the older boy, impaled herself to the hilt on his upstanding organ, then lay down on top of him and, bobbing her butt, orally engulfed Jamie's small sweet penis and began sucking him off while she screwed Keith. The three of them were barely going good when, much to Fran's pleasured shock, Critter mounted her and she felt his long, slender hot prick spearing deep into her vulnerable asshole. Every one of her erogenous orifices were filled. It was glorious to have three hotly pulsating prongs working in her at the same time. The huge baboon-faced Afghan buggered her hard and fast for a long, long time, while she rode Keith's woman-pleasing boy-cock and sucked with fellatial bliss on Jamie's unbelievably sweet young penis. When she cummed a moment later; it was so excruciatingly intense she thought the top of her head would blow off.
After three weeks at home, Diane Stevens left again for a singing engagement in New York. Keith and Jamie had told their mother nothing, and Fran realized they never would. The boys knew they had a good thing going, and neither of them were about to do or say anything that might ruin it.
As for Fran, well, she doesn't miss classroom teaching one bit because she has found her heaven right here on earth ... with two adorable, virile young boys and their big horny dog.
