Sexual contact between children and adults is one area of continual social concern, although a great many persons would like to believe that this age-old problem exists only on a very limited scale.
Research and some worthwhile statistics point to the contrary.
One scientist in particular, the late Dr. Alfred Kinsey who deserves a host of laurels for his pioneering work in human sexuality confirmed the reality and frequency of child-adult contact. For example, Edward Brecher in his book The Sex Researchers mentions that among 4,441 women interviewed by Dr. Kinsey and his research team, "1,075 or nearly one in four recalled sexual contacts before adolescence with males at least fifteen years of age and at least five years older than they were. In 609 cases in which the older males were identified, they were strangers in 52 percent, friends or acquaintances in 32 percent, uncles in 9 percent, fathers in 4 percent and brothers in 3 percent. "
The Kinsey report also concludes: "When children are constantly warned by parents and teachers against contact with adults, and when they receive no explanation of the exact nature of the forbidden contacts, they are ready to become hysterical as soon as any older person approaches, or stops and speaks to them on the street, or fondles them, or proposes to do something for them, even though the adult may have had no sexual objective in mind. Some of the more experienced students of juvenile problems have come to believe that the emotional reactions of the parents, police officers, and other adults who discover that the child has had such a contact, may disturb the child more serously than the sexual contacts themselves (our italics). The reactions of parents may very well have serious effects on the ability of many of these children to work out sexual adjustments some years later in their marriages."
We, The Publishers, believing in the concept that sexual fulfillment is better than sexual frustration, are proud to present this latest novel by Andrew Savage who offers us this epic of soul-searching importance, this penetrating study into the basic psychology of a woman and her sexual life.
The heroine of this candid and often shocking account is lovely Bonnie Benedict, a young widow, not unlike hundreds of thousands of others found daily in communities throughout the country. The need for some stability in her shattered life has made Bonnie cling to the one foundation which has brought her a modicum of happiness her penchant for teenage boys. To carry out her seduction of adolescent boys, the ravishing church youth leader resorts to chicanery and petty blackmail; however, she soon learns that the pendulum of natural retribution must eventually swing back in her direction with its shattering effect, reminding her also that it is the pupil who sometimes teaches teacher best.
The age-old story of youth-adult relationships offers its own forms of danger, and as a result Bonnie Benedict lives in a world of guilt and shame, tormented by the nightmares of her forbidden desires. Whether we approve or disapprove of her actions is immaterial, for we are dealing with reality, not what should be.
Read and ponder, for this novel portrays one of the recurrent problems of modern day society.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Bonnie Benedict sipped slowly on the glass of bourbon she held daintily in one hand as a warm glow of giddiness crept through her curvaceous body. It was her third drink in twenty minutes, but the attractive young blonde was hardly aware of it; she was thinking with growing excitement of the plans she had made for the evening.
The phone rang suddenly, jolting her from her preoccupations, and she jumped up nervously to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Bonnie?" came the voice from the other end. "This is Mike."
"Mike?" she echoed the name, as if reluctant to acknowledge it.
"Yes, you know, good old Mike Russel...the man who proposed to you last night. Mike, with the handsome face and debonair manner."
"Oh, Mike...oh, I'm sorry. My mind was a million miles away."
"Listen, how about bringing it back to earth then and going out to dinner? I know it's late, it must be seven already, but...have you eaten?"
Bonnie started to tell the truth, that she hadn't eaten all day because she'd been nervous about her rendezvous that evening. For a moment, she even wanted to confide in him, but she didn't.
"Yes...yes, I'm sorry, Mike, but I've eaten," she lied.
"Well, how about a show or something?"
"Oh...no, I don't think so, Mike. I...I'm really feeling very tired tonight and...well, I'd rather just go to bed early and try to get some rest, if it's all right.. . "
"That's all right, darling. No need to stammer and stutter. It won't be the first time old irresistible Russel has been turned down. Besides I guess I should really leave you alone awhile to think about what I said last night. You are thinking about it?"
"Yes...yes, of course, I am."
"Good, good." There was a pause on the other end. "Well, I guess I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow night?"
"Yes, I'll be there...and Mike? I'm sorry about this evening."
"That's all right, dear. It's the Sabbath anyway the day of rest, you know. I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Good night, Mike."
Bonnie replaced the receiver on the hook and stood staring at the phone for a full minute. Then she raised her glass of bourbon to her lips and greedily swallowed the fiery liquor, almost as though she wanted to punish herself.
Oh God! Why was her life so complicated? It was as though Mike had known of her plans for that evening and had called, hoping the sound of his voice might dissuade her. And how she wished he would! How she wished he could!
Bonnie had met Mike Russel years before; in fact, she had known him since she'd moved to Chippewa Falls as a high schooler. For a long time, she couldn't decide whether she should go steady with Mike, or with his best friend, Ross Benedict. Finally she had chosen, and she and Ross had shared an almost storybook young love, culminating in marriage after they'd graduated from college.
By the time she'd married Ross, Mike was already married himself, and had a fine son. The boy had been twelve when Mike's wife died, three years before, and the way this gentle man had taken over the rearing of his son without a woman in the house made Bonnie respect and admire him. How she had wished for his strength and understanding when her own beloved husband had been suddenly taken away from her over a year ago, as the result of a freak automobile accident.
Mike had helped her through the difficult first months after "Ross's death, and apparently his friendship during that time had ripened into love. Or perhaps he had always been in love with her, ever since their high school days....
Bonnie shook her head violently, and took another stiff swallow from her drink. What was the use of thinking about it? What was the use of tormenting herself with the enticing vision of forbidden solace? No one could ever take the place of her departed husband, even dear Mike. Her marriage had been the cornerstone upon which Bonnie's happiness and sanity rested, Ross's love and understanding greater than any blessing she had ever known. Even her horrible curse, that maddening desire for little boys which she'd had since childhood, had been confided to him, and together they had fought it, almost destroying it...until that terrible auto accident. And then it was as though Bonnie's whole world had suddenly crumbled to nothing.
Without her husband, the shapely blonde's will had seemed to dissolve into thin air. In his absence and without the security of his passionate words of love, the dormant evil based on a juvenile affair she'd carried on with a younger cousin when she'd been fifteen and he thirteen, had reared its ugly head once more. And now, this very evening, she stood terrified and defenseless before her own perverted hungers.
Perhaps she should never have got involved with the youth group of the church she went to. God knows, in retrospect it seemed as though she had thrown herself into the middle of the greatest temptation possible, there being as many young boys as girls in the activity. But she had felt compelled to do so; Mike had advised it, and, of course, her darling Ross had been devoted to the church youth, sometimes giving up whole weekends to chaperone their affairs. With Mike, Ross had organized and run the weekly meetings and numerous events the youth group sponsored, and Bonnie had felt it her obligation to continue where Ross had left off, if only because the children missed him terribly. She'd agreed with Mike that the work would take her mind off the accident and she'd begun working with Mike's group she'd even taken on a section of the church's Sunday school as well.
What had actually happened was the worst thing possible. Six months after Ross's death, two months after becoming co-sponsor of the group, she had been at a weekend conference of young people. She had caught one of the boys with a marijuana cigarette, and was driving him home to his parents, to talk with them, when the car ran out of gas. They were stranded on a little unused mountain road....
The inevitable happened, and Bonnie was almost glad it had. The horrible suspense and frustration that had been building up inside her love-starved loins since she started working with the group was even worse than her moral anguish at the seduction of the thoroughly astonished young boy. And after that, there had been others; not many, but enough to make her fear for her sanity. Always, though, Bonnie was sure before committing herself that she knew something about the boy that would ensure his secrecy. She didn't like to call it blackmail, but that's what it was...and finally, under the constant strain, she almost had a nervous collapse.
For the last two months, in fact up until that very day, Bonnie had resisted the restless stirrings of her sexual subconscious, fighting her forbidden desires. She had thought herself on the road to recovery, to the welcome and prayed-for healing of her sexual nature. But that was before today, that was before she had caught young Tim Gilmore stealing from the collection dish during the church service that morning. And again, it was like the first time, like it had been on the deserted mountain road.
Even though she had been morally aghast that morning when she'd realized she was going to take advantage of this young boy's misfortune, some other repressed corner of her being had exulted in victory, as though it were being let out of its cage after a long enforced confinement.
It was this side of Bonnie's tortured being which had gained the upper hand tonight. Perhaps she had drunk as much as she had only to still the muted callings of her moral conscience and to allow the sexual side of her being free rein. At any rate, as she turned to enter her bedroom to get dressed for her rendezvous that night, Bonnie began to think less and less about tall, well-muscled Mike Russel, and more and more about the inncoent young teenager Tim Gilmore.
. She quickly slipped into the lacy black nightgown she'd laid out on the bed and then into a sheer black negligee, a provocative garment designed to arouse and pique the most stubborn male libido, though she could hardly imagine why she would need it tonight. Tim was only fifteen and certainly no match for Her worldly-wise thirty years; besides, there was no doubt in her mind that the boy would submit as the others had done with surprise, but with alacrity.
The intoxicated Sunday school teacher gazed at herself in the vanity mirror, and then picked up her brush and began to brush her long blonde hair. She mused cynically, with the air of someone who hopes she will be punished for the acts she is about to commit, that her reasons for the seductive attire were entirely personal. She took a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical loveliness: her amply rounded breasts and narrow waist, the generous arch of her slender hips and the long white columns of her firmly contoured thighs and shapely calves, all so alluringly revealed through the transparent negligee, her sweet charms even more enhanced by the daring gown than by absolute nakedness. She could only anticipate the expression of shocked surprise that would sweep over Tim's boyish freckled face as his virile young penis began to grow and pulsate in his pants.
Bonnie's gaze drifted restlessly around the room until it came to rest on the photographs on her bureau. From one, framed in gold, the handsome smiling face of her late husband stared out at her, not reproachfully but almost as though he was trying to comfort her from afar. From the other, the fairly serious, concerned look of Mike Russel gazed down at her, looking at her but not really seeing her.
Dear Mike, the distracted young widow sighed to herself, finishing her drink and then moving unconsciously into the kitchen to fix another.
You 're so sweet, and yet. . .
It had shocked Bonnie when she discovered that she cared for Mike; she had believed such feelings to be impossible with any man after Ross. But she did care, and now the dear man had proposed to her. Her mind was torn between conflicting desires; she wanted the security a marriage offered, but she couldn't...not because she didn't care for Mike, but because she didn't trust herself not to begin caring for his handsome fifteen-year-old son, Randy, even more! She knew she wouldn't be able to control herself around Randy's exciting young boyishness until she had finally cast off her lewdly perverse sexual desires.
She had slept in fits all last night, her troubled mind in a complete state of confused longing. Dear God, was she abusing Ross's memory just in the mere consideration of marrying another man? She tried to imagine what he would say, how he would advise her, and just before dawn she had realized, almost as if he had spoken to her, that her happiness was what he would wish. In relieved elation, she had wept, her decision mentally arrived at: She would accept Mike's proposal. And then to herself and in her joy, she had made a solemn vow; she would rid herself of this terrible perversion once and for all!
Now, Bonnie laughed aloud, a soft cynical sound spiked by the influence of liquor, while she admired her seductively clad body. She sipped from her glass, her smile unintentionally harsh and drunkenly wanton. Tomorrow, she would renew her vow...God, would she...could she? It all had seemed so simple in the enveloping darkness of pre-dawn, when the obscene desire that now permeated her sensuously beautiful body lay torpid within her, but now...Bonnie again sipped from her glass and giggled tipsily. She was blissfully drunk, she knew, enjoying a velvety sensation that distracted her attention from thoughts of Mike even as she contemplated her forbidden seduction. At that moment, she even felt certain that he, Mike, would understand, as Ross had.
Everyone had their little sexual idiosyncrasy, her husband had consoled her, and she had believed it because she wanted to. Mike would understand once she told him but it was not Mike she was concerned with, it was his son Randy! My God, to live under the same roof with him such a handsome brown-haired boy! At that very moment she could eat him alive, starting with his deliciously hardened young cock!
The doorbell startled her. Slowly, she stood, then focused her eyes as she straightened her clinging negligee. Must remember to be firm...you are dressed this way because you are at home...stick to the issue at hand...stealing...treat him reprimandingly in the beginning...take full advantage, and then...her seduction plan drifted fuzzily through her mind, as she headed for the door.
"Oh Tim...come in," Bonnie said with a certain coldness as she opened the door. Then she walked toward the center of the living room so that the lights in the background would play strategically through her transparent negligee, "Come in and sit down."
She had caught the young boy's expression of astonished awe as he stood in the doorway staring at her, his large blue eyes racing over her veiled charms in apprehension combined with spontaneous excitement.
Tim Gilmore had never seen any woman outside of his mother in night clothes or undergarments. Mom had never looked quite like Mrs. Benedict! Mom wore corsets, or whatever they were, and never a filmy soft thing like the Sunday school teacher was wearing at this very moment. Wow! She wasn't even hardly dressed!
Christ! She had pretty legs, and whatever she wore beneath that silky gown went right up between her long slender legs to her...pussy! Holy cow! He could even see her cuntal mound puffing out in front, but not very well, and her breasts man! They were just barely tucked inside the thing, swelling up like ripened cantaloupes all around with just a narrow crack running down between them so full they looked as if they were going to burst out any second.
"Sit down, Tim," Bonnie repeated, pointing toward the couch as she placed her drink on the table beside it. She was pleased that he had ogled her to the fullest extent during those long seconds. His burning blue eyes were bugging out of his head, and there was no mistaking the telltale rise at the front of his trousers. Bonnie could barely conceal her excitement as she gazed at his tousled red hair and his eager freckled face. Oh, she could almost taste him! "Would you like a Coke or glass of lemonade?"
The shapely blonde folded onto the couch beside him, a distance away, one leg bent beneath her to sit upon, her negligee fallen slightly open to reveal the cream-white flesh of its mate halfway along her smoothly molded thigh. She took a cigarette and watched him sitting stiffly at the other end of the sofa. God, what a sheer delight he was going to be! "We have a problem, Tim. I've been thinking about calling your father and talking to him rather than talking to Reverend Martin...."
"No!" Tim exclaimed, sitting up and looking toward her, wild-eyed. "No...please, no! Dad wouldn't understand! Please, don't do that, Mrs. Benedict! Anything but that...!"
Bonnie lit her cigarette slowly. "Stealing is a serious charge, young man. I don't have to tell you that, do I?"
"N-no Ma'am...no, you don't," the frightened youngster answered quickly. "Only...only don't tell my dad...anything but that...please?"
"All right, Tim." Bonnie agreed softly. "Then what do we settle on?"
He looked away from her, down into his lap at his fidgeting hands. "I-I don't know...honest...I don't...it wasn't for me, honest...I was getting the money for a girl, she needed it for...but I won't tell you who! I won't!"
The curvaceous young widow smiled at him. "That's noble Tim, and I admire you for it. Is...is this girl your girlfriend?"
"I wish she was!" the fidgeting teenager blurted, eyeing her surreptitiously.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Well...no...not really...not one that I like...."
"Not a pretty one, is that it, darling?" Bonnie said in her soft tone, deliberately letting the first of her endearments slip forth.
"Y-yeah...that's right...not even one I want to take to a show or something."
The scheming beauty continued to smile. "That's hard to understand," she said, almost whispering, "a handsome young boy like you. If I were your age, I'd love to be your girlfriend...go to a show with you...kiss you good night.. . "
For a long moment, Tim just sat and stared in awed disbelief at her. "Y-you mean it...that is...you really mean it, Mrs. Benedict?"
She laughed warmly. "Of course, I mean it, darling. And call me...call me Bonnie when we're here in my place. In fact, we'll just pretend...pretend that I am your real girlfriend, all right? I mean...would you like me to be? Would you take me to a show if I were?"
"Oh man! Wow! I'd take you to the moon, Mrs. Benedict...Bonnie," he said, his face flushing at the sound of her name coming from his own lips.
"And would you kiss me good night?" she taunted, knowing now that she had him for certain, the excited stirring in the front of his jeans now blatantly obvious. "I mean, really kiss me like a girl should be kissed so she knows that her boyfriend cares about her?"
Tim swallowed nervously as he stared at her, and, when he couldn't speak, he nodded his head emphatically.
Bonnie picked up her glass and drained it, then she slithered along the couch toward him, narrowing their separation to inches, until she knew that he could smell the fragrance she wore. Finally, her eyes devouring him, her petulant lower lip quivering slightly, she said: "Show me, darling. Show me how you would kiss me if I were your girlfriend!"
She saw the sudden rush of excitement cause his whole young body to shudder. What she was doing to him was considerably less than normal; it wasn't even a fair game, but it was her game. He couldn't move, he was awestruck!
"You sweet darling," Bonnie murmured seductively, reaching out and letting her arms slowly encircle him, drawing him to her. "You're safe with me, baby...no one will ever know about what happened this morning with the collection," she added, encompassing him within the magnetic field of her sensual charms, her full breasts flattening against the solidness of his young chest, her wriggling belly brushing his. And then, she kissed him, tenderly but not open-lipped, yet with warmth and passion.
The ravishing blonde sensed his strong young hands clasping at her slender waist through the wispy material of her negligee, not searchingly, but with guarding protectiveness, bracing himself as she slowly let her lips part and her tongue seek the freshness of his dazzling youth!
Oh...oh Christ....! Tim thought crazily, his brain racing in wild excitement. What was she doing? Was she just teasing him or something? Was this her way of punishing him? Whatever was happening, he couldn't believe that Mrs. Benedict, the church youth group counselor, was actually kissing him!
But she was right at that very moment she was kissing him, crushing him against her flattened tits, and...and there was her tongue trying to wedge into his mouth in a French kiss. Holy crap, her frigging tongue! Oh...oh man, his aching cock was as hard as a broom handle, and jerking like crazy!
Excitedly dominated by her liquor-inflamed lust, Bonnie held the amazed boy tightly within her arms while she smothered his smooth innocent face and lips with ardent kisses, one slender hand finally moving down to his lap to find the swollen outline of his straining penis inside his tight-fitting jeans. She felt him tremble and gasp in her embrace at her touch, a galvanic sensation racing through her belly as she traced the erectly hardened penis delicately with thumb and forefinger, not at all displeased with its promising youthful length and thickness.
"Hmmmmmm, Tim...it feels so hard," she whispered against his panting mouth. "It must hurt, all cramped inside there like that. Here...let Bonnie take it out so that it can stiffen right up straight for her...."
"Ohhh...unngh...." Tim grunted in confused mounting tension, feeling her hand first softly caressing, then suddenly unzipping his fly to ease inside his cotton shorts and smooth over the trembling surface of his pelvis, her groping fingers finally wrapping right around his urgently jerking cock-shaft completely destroying him.
Holy crud! He couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Crazy tingles of unprecedented agitation charged through his loins up into his belly. If this was punishment, he'd take all she could give him! She had his painfully throbbing cock right in her hand, and...and she was stroking it, sliding the loose outer skin up and down, up and down, beating his meat for him! Then...she was feeling his balls!
"Ohhhh, Tim darling, your hot little penis feels so good to your Bonnie." The lust-crazed Sunday school teacher breathed into his mouth, her feminine aroma and taste about to blow his inexperienced mind! "I think we better go into my bedroom where we can take our clothes off and get naked, don't you?"
Crap, he couldn't answer; his throat felt as if somebody had stuffed it with cotton! Then she was smiling at him, her moist red lips half-opened, her long-lashed eyes sparkling with a thousand exploding stars. Oh man, he knew he shouldn't...but he was going to! Yeah, he was going to do whatever she said! Anyway, what else could he do? She had caught him cold with the money that morning. Oh man, she was beautiful...and her tits were practically bursting right out of that lacy thing! He had to see them bare...all of her...her pussy and ass! Oh damn, she was stroking his prick again....! If she didn't stop, he'd cum right now!
"Well, dear, don't you want to go into my bedroom and play some games with your new girlfriend?" She squeezed his wildly pulsating cock. "Games like this?" she added pruriently, slowly lowering her head downward in front of him until it was poised right over his lead-hardened shaft of male flesh.
The freckled-face teenager sensed his eyes bugging even though he couldn't see the actual penetration; he felt her hand at the base of his desperately aching cock, drawing down the foreskin from the sensitive glans, and a second later the searing contact of her moistly flicking tongue sent frenzied jolts of forbidden pleasure charging through his trembling young body.
He moaned loudly in lewd delight, then felt her softly enclosing lips slipping over his prickling cock-head...down...down . . until he could have sworn she had sucked the whole length of his excitedly spasming penis into the shelter of her warm moist mouth! Her tongue lashed and he could feel the pressure of her sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she slowly raised her head, sucking her way up off it until she was smiling into his mesmerized face once more.
"Games like that, Tim darling," she whispered sensuously, the moistly parted lips that had just been wrapped around his prick glistening, reflecting the lamplight in their ruby-like dampness. "You like....? "
He gaped at her and tried to swallow the dryness that had chased his voice from his throat. And when he couldn't, he simply nodded his head enthusiastically while she laughed in warm understanding sympathy, taking his hand and drawing him up from the couch to lead him along the hallway with his arched cock sticking right out of his fly and waggling crazily as he walked.
Holy Moses! He'd never be the same after this! He knew that for sure, but he didn't care! He didn't care about anything...nothing...except the fantastic games, whatever they were, that she was talking about!
* * *
"Maybe I shouldn't have come straight out with it like that, son, but we've always been able to talk honestly with each other, I think." Mike
Russel was busy washing the dishes he and his fifteen-year-old son had just used for Sunday night's dinner, and Randy was drying. "But I can see that the idea comes as a bit of a shock to you, doesn't it?"
Damn right it does! the wavy brown-haired teenager thought to himself. He viciously finished wiping the plate he was working on and stacked it in the cupboard. Of course it shocked him, his father just casually throwing out the fact that he was thinking of getting married again! But the young boy quickly realized that to show his antipathy toward his father's idea would do no good, so he decided to stay calm -outward at least. Otherwise his father could logically wear away his objections, like he always did, until finally Randy would have to agree even though he didn't want to. And the teenager had sworn to himself the minute he heard his father's plans that he would never agree to anyone taking his dead mom's place!
"Heck, we get along all right without anybody else around," the youth mumbled to himself. "I think we're all right like we are, just the two of us. Why do you want to go get a woman in here...uggghhh!"
Mike had turned back to the sink and was unaware of the turmoil going on behind his son's eyes. He had no intention of pressing the idea onto Randy all in one dose. It was going to take time. He was well aware of the strong love that had existed between the boy and his mother, and the fact that her death had severely shocked him. Had the youngster not been of strong character, he might have suffered damaging trauma, but obviously he was staunchly oriented and had been able to accept and endure their tremendous loss, perhaps even better than had Mike himself.
Until Bonnie, life to the older man had meant little more than the obligation he had been left to raise his son. To think of a permanent romantic attachment in the wake of his terrible bereavement had been worse than ridiculous. Oh, he might marry again, he had thought three years ago, but for convenience sake only, certainly never for love.
And now what was he contemplating? A strong, love-filled marriage! He did love Bonnie; he was certain of that. But Bonnie hadn't given him an answer the night before when he'd mustered up all his courage and practically blurted out his proposal. He realized that it had jolted her; it had even jarred him! He'd kissed her good-night after the play they'd attended and suddenly, he had asked her to marry him. God, now that he thought about it, what a shock it must have been to her!
All the same, he was extremely happy that he'd made the move and, though perhaps he was being a bit overconfident, he felt she was going to accept, which was why he had been dropping hints to Randy before, through and after dinner.
A half hour later, Mike sat in the living room, his freshly filled pipe lighted, coffee and a brandy beside him, watching Randy at the desk sweating over the next day's homework. Some minutes before, the thought had occurred to him that his son should know whom he was actually considering as the boy's stepmother. Perhaps that might help. Randy knew Bonnie, and it was doubtful, even though he was just a boy, that he could look at her without appreciating her beauty. Physical attraction meant a great deal to boys his age, Mike was certain.
"Randy? You too busy to talk?"
"Heck no," the boy replied, shifting his chair around so that he could look at his father. "I hate homework anyway."
The tall, dark-haired father smiled. "What we've been talking about, son, I mean, the possibility of me getting married again...I know that it doesn't set well with you, I understand why. But you see, I loved your mom, too. Even so, I've come to the conclusion that I can have a second wife without ever taking a bit of love from your mother's memory. The Lord made us that way, Son...can you understand?"
Randy stared at him. He was off and running on the same subject again. The teenager couldn't even think of anything to say, unless he was going to blow his gourd entirely!
"I mean it," his father went on. "I know how you feel, Son, but I have to think beyond such feelings...even of my own, and I want to be honest about that. It's time that I married again. You're not a child anymore; you're fifteen and you know the functions and needs of the physical self.. . "
Screw! Randy thought bitterly. Here it comes! The whole lousy picture he had in his mind! That lousy bitch had wormed her way into his dad's middle-aged brain, destroying everything decent like his mom's memory. How the hell did a guy cope with a parent when they flipped this way? All the old man obviously could think about was fucking!
"I've asked Bonnie Benedict to marry me, Randy. I'm in love with her, and I think she loves me."
He might as well have cursed Randy's mother's name. That would have had about the same impact on the young boy even though he had surmised the whole picture. He was going to marry Bonnie Benedict...bring her into their house to sleep in mom's bed! How could he do it?
"Well, Son....? " the tall man questioned softly while he puffed at his pipe. "No reaction?"
Randy could have killed him he could tear him limb from limb! Mrs. Benedict...that filthy bitch...sucking off all the guys...that's the exact way they said it, "sucking them off," and his own father wanted to marry her!
"Oh...!" he gasped. "Oh, Jesus...no, Dad! No!"
Mike sat upright and forward in his chair, taking his pipe from his mouth. "What's wrong, Randy? What is it? Did...did I say something....? "
"Ooooooohhh shit!" Randy blurted, getting to his feet and tipping over the chair in the act. He started to say more, but could not. Suddenly, he ran from the room toward his own, and Mike could hear the tumblers of the door's lock falling securely into place.
And that was that, the surprised father thought with a tight throat. In Randy's eyes he had violated the memory of his mother, but he hadn't truly, he had not! God knows, he had loved her, and had she lived there would never have been anyone else. But she hadn't. Was he supposed to forget his own existence now? No. He would not, even though it might be hard on his son at first. He was in love again with Bonnie Benedict, the most precious and lovable woman in the world. And he knew...he just knew...that she was in love with him!
CHAPTER TWO
Tim Gilmore watched Bonnie slip out of her silky things, his eyes focused on her lushly ripened body that she was about to reveal completely to him, a lewd little smile of dominance teasing her sensuous cherry-red mouth as she slowly wriggled the black gown downward, exposing her ripely up-thrust breasts with their taut little nipples right before his feverish eyes, the two luscious mounds of flesh quivering slightly from the taunting undulation of her hips when she pressed the wispy garment down over them. Her navel, the small bowl of her belly then the sparsely light pussy-hair up between her tapered legs and finally, her whole naked cunt was unveiled to him! Holy Jesus, he could see the delectable pink slit glistening through the softly curling tendrils of hair.
The intoxicated Sunday School teacher turned around then and slowly bent over to pick up the gown which had fallen to her feet, her tautly rounded buttocks spreading slightly with the movement, giving the astounded fifteen-year-old a fleeting peek at her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly puckered little hole centered in the deep crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Bonnie's wanton desire had reached that inflamed point where only the lewd contemplation of what was about to happen permeated her liquor-glazed brain. She moved toward the teenage boy standing in motionless but aroused trepidation, his stiffened young cock still protruding teasingly from his opened fly, and as she slowly crowded closer to him, she took both his hands to place them on her jutting white breasts while with her own she reached down and clasped his warmly pulsing rod of lust-hardened flesh once more.
"Now darling, we'll undress you," she whispered seductively, kissing him first as she tenderly stroked his eagerly thrusting penis; then leaving it, she began to unbutton his shirt.
Impelling sensations of salaciousness rippled through her tingling loins and deep up into her belly as the handsome youth stood subserviently in front of her, his young hands exploring her tingling breasts with an adolescent eagerness.
The hotly abandoned blonde removed his shirt and kissed his naked chest, laving the tiny nipples of his muscular, but still hairless, breasts with her darting tongue-tip, finally trailing it downward slowly over his belly and navel as she lowered herself to her knees and unhitched his belt, tugging both jeans and shorts down over his slender hips and lean buttocks, her hungry eyes feasting on his eagerly jerking prick jutting out from his hair-sprinkled pelvis and his virile young balls hanging between his strong youthful legs.
God, he was a handsome specimen! The young widow leaned forward and kissed the tip of his youthful lurching cock, extending her tongue so that he could see it wriggling into the tiny split of his glans-eye while she tenderly caressed and cupped his sperm-laden balls.
"Uuunnnnnnngggghhhh!" the teenager grunted, staggering backward and nearly falling from the trap of his jeans bunched down around his ankles.
Bonnie tittered excitedly and from her kneeling position guided him back to the bed and down onto it, removing his shoes and clothing; then spreading his legs wide, she drew his lean buttocks to the edge, clasping his now desperately jerking cock between thumb and forefinger at its base. She pulled back its loose foreskin and then with an ungovernable eagerness, slipped her soft warm mouth down hungrily onto it.
Once more, the young boy choked out a groaning gasp of obscene delight as he raised to his elbows to watch the naked older woman who was so greedily sucking his cock. Oh man! He hoped to God she'd never stop! He'd never had any kind of a girl before, not even Margie Higgins, and all the guys he knew were fucking her. But Margie was nothing compared to Mrs. Benedict, and...and, oh crap...she was stopping again.. . !
"Crawl up in the bed now, darling," Bonnie said huskily, rising from her knees as he obeyed; then she lay down beside him and began to smooth her hand lustfully over his youthful body, feeling the developing muscles tense as she explored every one of his secret hollows and crevices. The lush oval lips that had fastened tightly around his tingling cock now found his mouth, and her tongue darted forcefully against his while she lifted one thigh on top of his, grinding her hair-covered pussy mound tightly against his hip with a provocative circling motion. "Oh, little lover, I'm going to make you the happiest boy a girl friend ever had. Will you like that?" she asked in a throaty sensuous voice.
Tim was having difficulty with his breathing. The boy had never been so crazily keyed-up in his young life. "He still couldn't speak, but he could nod his head, and he did.
"Tim, you sweet darling," Bonnie whispered hotly, the wanton intoxication of her conquest firing her depraved lust to a white hot heat. She ran her slender fingers through his hair, then began to inch up higher, higher in the bed, until her naked, hard-nippled breasts were even with his freckled face. He was all hers to play with, she reasoned lecherously, to do with whatever she chose, like a scared and trapped little animal!
The drunkenly abandoned widow took his young face in her hand, cupping it beneath the chin with one hand as she drew his mouth closer to the distended nipple of one heavily palpitating breast. Then, holding the resilient white mound in the other hand, she said, "Suck it, darling! Take my tit in your mouth and suck it for me!"
Insane sadistic sensations raced up through her belly and down between her legs as she watched his quivering young lips part when the tingling nipple brushed them. With licentious delight, she pressed the turgid little bud into his mouth and groaned huskily as he closed his soft warm lips over it.
"Oooohhhhhh yes...that's it, Tim lover!" the older woman gasped lasciviously. "Suck it and feel it with your tongue...even bite it if you want to! Oh God, y yessssss...like that. . . ! Mmmmmmmmm...now take it in your hand and feel all over it!" she ordered breathlessly, smoothing her own roving palm down his chest and belly to fondle his hotly pulsating cock and sperm-filled balls, hearing and feeling his little moans against her breast from his excitedly sucking boy-mouth when she gasped the hardened shaft of his erect penis and began to stroke it with obscene wickedness.
Tim couldn't even think clearly. The feel of her rubbery nipple in his mouth while he sucked and nibbled at it with growing skill, as she stroked his stiffly aching cock, was the wildest thing that had ever happened to him. Gee, could it really be happening? Him actually sucking Mrs. Benedict's tit while she played with his prick? Oh man, then what the other guys were always saying about her wasn't just bullshit!
"You like that, don't you, Tim baby? Sucking my breast while I stroke your cock...don't you?" Bonnie hissed lustfully, her liquor-hazed eyes gleaming salaciously as she watched his lips tighten and relax their sucking actions while his tongue licked and taunted her nipple and his eager young penis throbbed warmly in her grasping hand. "But this is just the beginning, little lover."
She was moving away from him then, pulling her lust-hardened nipple from his mouth and letting go of his pulsing penis, to his disappointment. He sure didn't want her to stop now....!
"Tell me, Tim, have you ever really seen a girl's pussy close up?" Bonnie questioned wickedly, her deep azure eyes aglow in lewd pleasure as she raised herself up to her knees beside him, her full thrusting breasts swaying sensually with her movements. "Tell me the truth now...have you?"
He shook his head, his blue eyes bulging as he lay there on the pillow staring up at her. "N no...honest...that is...not really...!" he managed, uttering his first words since she had led him into the bedroom.
The shapely blonde's wantonly contorted face was reflecting the perverse lechery that had taken complete command of her now, and slowly she spread the cream-white columns of her curvaceous thighs apart, kneeling outward with both legs until the silken triangle of sparse pubic hair with the glistening pink slit separating it were entirely exposed to his straining eyes.
"There!" she whispered hotly. "Now you have!"
The red-haired teenager could only gape at the erotic spectacle of her nakedly displayed cunt in breathless fascination, his spinning brain vaguely reasoning how wonderfully it was placed right there up between her long tapered legs, and how exciting the glistening furrow. The word "pussy" that she had used, just as she had said
"tit", and "cock", still echoed in his brain, causing crazy prickling sensations to stab at his groin and belly. But he couldn't move; the obscene sight of her kneeling nakedly there like that was spellbinding him!"
The awareness of his growing frantic excitement was added fuel to Bonnie's already drink-demented passion. She couldn't help exulting in the boy's helplessness, the thought of that alone nearly driving her wild. Even though she knew well that she would hate and revile herself later for what she was doing to her young Sunday School student, that knowledge couldn't begin to stop her now!
'Tickle it, Tim! Look close and feel it! Do it...do as I say!"
Whether his hesitation was born of shyness or fright Bonnie had no idea, and she couldn't have cared less. She watched his tremulous young hand move slowly up between her trembling ivory thighs, her breath catching in her throat as she felt him brushing the silken strands of pubic hair lining her hotly flushed vaginal lips, then awkwardly pressuring and cupping the whole soft triangle.
"That's it, little lover! Yesssss, like that!" she choked hoarsely. "Doesn't it feel warm and nice up between my legs...soft and silky like a little pussycat? Doesn't it?"
"Yes...hell yes."
"That's my baby, rub it...like that...!" Bonnie gasped, suddenly undulating her hips and buttocks, pressing her tingling cunt hungrily down against his clutching hand. "Ooooohhhhhhh...that's nice, darling...soooooo nice...ooohhhhh God...!"
She bent down and kissed his lips voraciously, moving one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her loins, poised directly above his swollen young penis.
"You know what I'm going to do now, baby?" she whispered licentiously. "I'm going to let you fuck me...for the first time in your life...you can put your hard little cock right inside my cunt and fuck it!"
To the inexperienced boy, it seemed that she was almost spitting the wild-sounding four-letter words that were sending crazy jolts of new excitement tearing up through his burning loins, spitting them down into his face while her eyes blazed and her pretty red mouth twisted almost insanely. He was speechless as he lay there, his head raised high to better see the hotly lascivious picture she made with her legs spread apart, knees and calves on either side of him, her moistly glistening cunt that he'd held right in his hand hovering right above the pulsing tip of his lust-hardened cock!
He had never seen anyone look the way she did at that moment, wild-eyed, with contorted face, panting as if she were about to blow her mind. As he stared up at her, she smoothed her hands down over her hips and inward over her belly through the downy pubic hair to either side of her pouting pussy-lips, slowly spreading them open to reveal the wet pink flesh between.
"There, little lover! Can you see?" she hissed luridly, holding her hair-lined vaginal mouth wide open to his eagerly gaping eyes.
The fascinated teenager could see, but he raised to his elbows just the same, the obscene vision completely mesmerizing him. He'd had no idea that it would be so velvety-pink, so soft looking inside! Man, he could even see her hole...and it was all moist and glistening around it!
"Now, my little thief, watch what I do with you cock!" the depraved widow whispered throatily, her use again of the four-letter word like an electric shock charging through him.
He lurched as she grasped his now painfully hard rod of flesh and placed it in the soft hair fringed length of her spread-open slit, pressing her warm pussy lips almost completely around it and holding it there with her fingers as she began to move her hips up and down in a slow grinding fucking motion.
"Oooohhhhh...ooohhhhhhh damn!" Tim grunted loudly, thrusting his pelvis forward to her descending motion, while she held his straining cock inside the moistly clutching hotness of her demanding pussy furrow.
God, there had never been a seduction like this, Bonnie reasoned insanely! She had sunk to the very depths of utter degradation in her lecherous debauchery of this beautiful helpless boy. And she had no intention of stopping until she had filled her lustful need to the brim!
"You like that, don't you Tim?" the wanton blonde widow taunted, feeling the turgid swollen length of his cock massaging her sensitively quivering clitoris.
"Uuuuuugggghhhh...!" Tim groaned in bewildered ecstasy, the sight of her full milk-white breasts jouncing and swaying above him as she worked her lubricated outer cuntal lips up and down around his hardened prick adding to his pleasure. Then suddenly she was doing something else with it, lifting her buttocks higher and pointing his cock-head right at her visibly pulsating little vaginal hole! He stared up from his elbowed position and saw the rubbery bulbous head slip up right in between her legs, then she was watching him with excited lust-filled eyes, and lowering her warmly moistened vagina down onto it, until the entire length felt like it was sucked right up inside her clasping cunt.
Bonnie quivered from head to toe with the enrapturing delights his probing young cock was causing up inside her tightly hugging pussy walls. It was so delicately beautiful, tickling and prodding her down-thrusting vagina, she thought as she began to undulate her naked buttocks in frantic little circles, feeling his hardened shaft scraping every nerve-ending in her cunt.
Excitedly, she leaned forward, pressing her heavy rounded breasts down onto his chest in lecherous hunger, finding his mouth with her own to kiss almost sadistically while she raised and lowered her hips and buttocks vigorously on his virilely upstanding penis.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Tim groaned suddenly in unmistakable warning, his choked alarm all that the ravishing blonde needed to make her lift her loins up off of him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "Oh...screw! Don't stop now...?"
Before he could realize what was happening, the shapely widow was hustling her body down off of his, spreading his legs wide and wedging her head down between them, until her mouth was above his vagina-moistened penis once more. She never even looked up at him, only grasped his burgeoning cock in her hand and began to stroke its slender hardness again while her tongue wedged into its tiny narrow glans-eye. He couldn't repress the whimper that escaped him, new chills racing along his spine as she brought her soft warm mouth down on his penis while he watched her enclose the lust-swollen cock-head in her wetly ovaled lips.
He grunted and raised his head higher to watch her beautifully rounded mouth sucking on his cock. He'd seen pictures of girls kissing and sucking on other guys' cocks...crummy pictures, because the girls always looked like pigs. But just to think that she, Mrs. Benedict, the beautiful Sunday School teacher with those nice big tits and long sexy legs was sucking him...especially after she'd stuck it right up her cunt.. . ! Christ! He just couldn't believe that it was really happening! The sight of his wildly throbbing cock captured between her painted red lips was just about driving him booby! Screw! What was she going to do when he started to shoot out his cum....?
He watched as she sucked up off his tingling cock-tip, then began to lick it with her avidly ministering tongue...to wetly brush and lave it all over, from its base along its underside to its coronal ridge that was viscid and protruding from its pulled-back foreskin...washing, playing, and caressing it with every lapping stroke. Then she moved back down to its base and below to the smooth velvety flesh of his sperm-choked balls, saliva dribbling excitedly down her tongue as she licked his testicles with voracious sweeping strokes. Then, she raised his legs, pressing them back to expose his tight little anus, and she trailed her damp tongue along the coral-hued ridge between his lean widespread buttocks, tauntingly circling the puckered brown hole, painting his inner buttocks and finally stiffening her tongue-tip in an effort to penetrate his excitedly puckering rectum.
Bonnie's belly and loins were an inferno of frenzied sensations at the forbiddenness of her lecherous ravishment; a shameless arousal more avid than she could ever remember had taken full possession of her. The delicious sweet piquancy of his tender genitals was driving her to the point of orgasm with the mere thought of her forbidden and perverse acts! God, he was so helpless, so completely subject to her slightest whim! She had to suck his warm boy-sperm into her waiting throat and belly!
That was always the ultimate: To coax and swallow the ambrosia from their innocent loins!
Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over the sperm-bloated young balls and along the solid jutting shaft of his penis to its pulsating head, slipping her lips wetly down over it once more. Oh heaven...luscious heaven! Sweet, sweet boy-cock....!
Tim could think of nothing else but what she was doing to him, and that he had to shoot his cum soon or he'd go out of his mind! Again she was holding tenaciously, desperately on his jerking cock, two fingers at its root while she sucked it steadily, moving her sensuous red mouth up and down rhythmically and using a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each stroke. He tensed his pelvic muscles, pushing his loins spasmodically up at her face as she moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with her teeth and making him gasp out, his iron-hard cock bloodless beneath her scraping suck, but a rich purple at its smooth rubbery tip.
Suddenly she was wedging both hands beneath the cheeks of his buttocks, lifting them while she plunged her greedily sucking mouth down onto him in an insane frenzy.
Jesus! His prick was completely vanishing up into her mouth...all of it! Going right up into the back of her throat, her nose and lips brushing against the hairs on his belly! Oh man...man...it was too much....!
Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making his spasming cock-head vibrate and jerk like crazy! He gaped at her naked breasts, those terrific hardened nipples that he'd sucked, jouncing and dancing beneath her slaving body, the sight adding to his mounting climax...and then he sensed the gnawing sensation in his tortured balls!
He stared at her lovely face stuffed with his prick, working over him hungrily, her lush red lips being pulled out as if her mouth were being turned inside out every time she came up off it, her cheeks puffing in and out obscenely as she sucked. He jerked his youthful pelvis tighter up to her face until his loins were right off the bed, his throat and mouth cotton-dry, and his straining pole of hotly hardened cock-flesh feeling as if it were going to setter into a billion pieces any second!
Oh screw! It was going to happen!...his prick was ready to blow right into her mouth!
He writhed his young hips furiously and tangled his hands in her long blonde hair to hold her there as the hot stuff erupted deep in his churning balls and started to spurt up into her enclosing oral cavern.
"Uuuuuggggghhhhh...!" he whimpered between tightly clenched teeth. "I'm c -cuuuuummmiiiinngggg!"
His saliva-soaked cock lurched into a violent jerking that flooded Bonnie's eagerly sucking mouth with gush after gush of his white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks with every seething squirt. She swallowed voraciously, moaning around his pumping rod of flesh while her own insane climax overwhelmed her and she plunged her hand between her thighs to her moistly throbbing cunt, tweaking and stroking her palpitating clitoris, still sucking and nibbling on his deflated young penis long after it had softened in her mouth....
And afterwards, after Tim had come to his senses and left, it was exactly as Bonnie had expected it would be...had known it would be. The hatred and repugnance of herself in the aftermath of her despicable degenerate rape of the young boy for certainly she had raped him overwhelmed her. God, what a depraved and corrupt lecher she had become! She realized this as she sat in her negligee, almost gulping down the strong measure of bourbon she had poured to help soothe her conscience.
How quickly the private vow she had made herself after Mike's proposal had disintegrated, crumbling completely before the monstrous lust ever pervading her insatiable loins. She'd been a fool to think she could ever change. Only with Ross, had he lived, might it have been different. With his understanding and love and the dynamic fulfilling beauty of his sexual performance, she might have made it. But Ross was gone, and sexually there had been no man since.
Oh God, what was to become of her? She swallowed heavily from the whiskey glass while thoughts of Randy Russel abruptly charged into her mind, his young brown-haired handsomeness immediately stimulating her, even in the wake of the animal-like debauchery she had subjected Tim to only minutes before. Realization of her uncontrollable perverse hunger, though she had long been aware of it, suddenly shocked her into facing the tangible question: Was it Mike or his son she wanted to possess...or both? God forbid!
She couldn't marry that good gentle man and destroy him, for as certain as there was day and night, she would do just that...destroy him...and his lovable, handsome son, too. No...no. She couldn't! And tomorrow night at the youth meeting, she would tell him so.
CHAPTER THREE
Mike Russel sat back easily, chewing a little on the pipe he held clenched between his teeth, and put up his feet casually on the long table that ran along one wall of the youth group's meeting room. He'd arrived early to unlock the building, and he had five or ten minutes to wait before the first of the kids started showing up. He puffed calmly on his pipe and let his thoughts turn to his son.
Randy was a good boy, Mike knew, and the middle-aged widower was grateful for that. There were a few others in the youth group who were not nearly as responsible and trustworthy as his son Bob Hunter and Ron Jeffers, for instance and Mike was more than proud of the way Randy seemed to escape the influence these boys had over so many of their peers.
But his son had him worried, too. Of course, Mike knew that the news of his impending marriage would surprise the boy, but he'd had no idea Randy would feel as strongly about it as he had. Naturally, the perceptive father realized his son's opposition to the plan arose from the deep loyalty he had to his own departed mother, and it was the sincerity of that loyalty which made Randy stand out, in his father's eyes at least, head and shoulders above the rest of the local boys. All day long, though, Randy had been uncharacteristically quiet, and he'd left for school without saying as many as ten words to his father. And this evening, at dinner, it was apparent his attitude had undergone no improvement during the day. He had even insisted on walking to the meeting tonight, a distance of almost two miles, instead of coming over in the car as he usually did. Perhaps he had been psychologically jolted by the idea more than his father had expected or certainly intended. But Mike was convinced that the only solution lay, not in bending to his son's juvenile objections, but in waiting for Randy to mature to the point where he could accept the reality of the situation. And this, the confident father was certain, would surely happen with time.
The dark-haired father was interrupted from his reveries by the sound of someone entering the room. He looked up, and a broad smile lit up his face as he saw Bonnie come in, blinking a little from the bright lights in the room.
As ever, the sight of her in her tight leg-enhancing short skirt gave him a lustful little start. He smiled, admiring her neatly upswept blonde hair, the way it framed her delicate features as though they were a work of art. Damn, she was beautiful!
"No, don't get up, Mike," she said, walking to the coffee thermos Mike always brought and drawing herself a cup; then taking a chair near him, she sat down, deftly shifting to a lady-like position with calves and knees blocking his direct view up her skirt, even as it revealed a good portion of nylon-covered thigh. "I-I have something to say to you, and it isn't going to be easy...." she began.
"Oh?" Mike heard himself respond, lowering his legs from the table, a nauseous little sensation looming in his abdomen. It was almost as if he knew what she was going to tell him before she started.
"For...for reasons of my own...reasons that I am unable to explain, Mike...I can't marry you," she said softly, while he watched her beautiful mouth move, telling him exactly what he hadn't wanted to hear. A painful lump crept into his throat and he could only stare at her, a feeling of utter emptiness washing through him. "I wish I could explain it all better, but I can't. I-I'm terribly, terribly sorry...."
He thought he detected a fearful break in her voice. He tried to think of something to say...Christ, he'd never felt so goddamned inadequate in his life!
Finally, he managed: "You...you don't love me? Is that what you're trying to say?"
"I didn't say that! I couldn't say that...not really...because I don't know!" the voluptuous widow said sincerely. "I've only loved one man in my life, and I never thought I could love another, just as you explained to me your feeling for your wife. But...but that's not the reason...."
"Then what is it? Maybe I can help?" he begged, leaning forward, certain of the tiny trickle of tears spilling from her eyes now as though she were hiding something terrible from him.
For a moment, Bonnie even debated whether she should tell him, tempted by the possibility of unburdening her heart and soul and finding in his understanding love the needed strength and solace she had lost with Ross's wasteful death. But then, his son Randy's handsome desirable face burst into her brain and she shook her head decisively.
"No...you can't help, Mike darling!" She bolted to her feet. "No one can help! I'm sorry...but please...we better not see any more of each other. It'll be easier that way...!"
And she was gone, actually crying as she jumped up and tripped across the room, not looking back when he rose and called to her, practically running into the door before she pulled it open in her haste to get away. Mike started to run after her, but stopped, instinctively knowing that talking to the distraught woman at that moment would be of no use.
One by one, the boys and girls began to trickle in for the meeting, shouting their hellos to Mr. Russel and then looking at him strangely when he either didn't answer or answered with a quiet response so uncharacteristic of him and they turned their heads to one another and lifted eyebrows questioningly. But Mike was aware of none of this. His insides were churning as they hadn't since that terrible night his wife had died, and it was all he could do to get the kids started with their meeting without showing his emotions. Randy came in right before the start of the meeting, but father and son didn't speak to one another, and Mike was just as glad. It was as though the floor had fallen out from under him, and his future lay beneath him like a yawning abyss. Bonnie didn't love him...or at least not enough to marry him...it amounted to the same thing. He was sick to the soul as lie watched the course of the meeting, trying to pay attention when the group discussed their upcoming activities, but finding he couldn't. It was with an almost physical sense of relief that he heard the meeting drawing to a close at least thirty minutes earlier than usual.
The kids trooped out of the building, some looking at him as though they guessed he was going through some kind of emotional crisis but fortunately ignorant of the tumult which consumed their widowed sponsor. With a sigh of despair, Mike forced himself to get up when the last of them had gone, turn off the lights, and lock the door behind him as he went out. The night was dark and filled with shadowy clouds that swept silently across the face of a new moon with mindless haste.
"Dad, are you all right?"
Randy's voice surprised his father, coming out of the darkness unexpectedly. Mike turned, and made out the dim outline of his son in a half-shadow.
"Yes...yes, of course, I'm fine. You waiting for a ride home?" Mike's voice contained a note of reconciliation, as though he were afraid his son might be the only link he had left with sanity.
"Naw. Some of the guys are going down to the Pioneer Drive-in for a burger. I thought maybe I'd go with them."
"Oh...sure, that sounds like fun." The middle-aged father's voice sounded weary. "Do you need money or anything?"
"No, I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know."
"Umm...good...good...."
The handsome teenager peered at his father through the curtain of darkness between them. He sounded funny, like maybe he was sick or something. And the way he wasn't saying anything, just looking off into space. Randy let almost a full minute slip by, and then he spoke.
"You're sure you're okay, huh, Dad?"
"What.. . ? Oh, yes...yes. Uh...you've done your homework for tomorrow, have you?"
Randy nodded quizzically.
"Well then...well, I'll see you home around ten then, all right? Oh, on second thought...don't wait up for me. I may go out myself."
Randy winced. Hell, there was nothing wrong with him! Nothing that a good night out with Mrs. Benedict wouldn't fix, because that was obviously where he was going! Without another word, the irked teenager turned and walked off across the church grounds, not caring whether his father called him back or not. But Mike didn't call him back. He didn't even know he had gone.
It was another few minutes before the distracted youth leader pulled himself together enough to walk out to his car. He started it, and pulled out into the street which fronted the church property, hardly aware that he had turned left in the direction of the downtown area of Chippewa Falls, where there were always a few bars open on a Monday night. AH the dazed widower knew was that he had to stop thinking, had to subdue the violent gnawing in his breast that was threatening to drive him crazy with pain. Bonnie Benedict didn't love him!
* * *
Randy Russel sat on the front fender of Ron Jeffers' bright yellow '58 Ford, munching silently on a giant hamburger and sipping every now and then on a vanilla milkshake. To the casual observer, it would have seemed that he wasn't paying any attention to the conversation taking place in the drive-in parking lot, but in fact his ears caught every word. And every word only served to make him more and more angry.
"I tell you she did," Tim Gilmore was sputtering angrily. "She had my cock up inside her cunt and fucked it, and then she sucked me off. I swear to God!"
"You're full of bullshit, man," Bob Hunter countered, jabbing his buddy Ron Jeffers laughingly. "What proof you got, huh? Just 'cause she's sucked off practically every other kid in the group doesn't mean she did it to you.
Besides, nobody's ever got his cock up into her yet, from what I know."
"Hell, I just tried to touch her up there, and she wouldn't let me," confirmed Tommy Lambert, another of the boys in the church group. "It was like her cunt was off-bounds, man, I mean totally."
"Not for me it wasn't," Ron Jeffers came back. "That night I was over at her apartment, you remember, Bob? I touched her cunt. Hell, I practically shoved my whole fist up it!"
All the guys gathered around the old car laughed uproariously at this, all except Randy, who leaned back out of the conversation, his insides churning with the awful feelings his buddies' talk was causing in him. They were talking about Mrs. Benedict, the woman his Dad wanted to marry.
"Well, I don't give a damn if you believe me or not," Tim Gilmore was saying, turning away as though insulted. "It all happened just like I said, and you can all go to hell!"
"Awww, come on, Tim...we believe you." It was Ron Jeffers, the unofficial leader and arbiter of the little group of friends. "It's just the first time anybody's got that far, see? Actually, we're all just jealous." Bob Hunter giggled. "But tell me, good buddy...What does she have on you?"
Tim turned to Ron quickly, and then stared away guiltily.
"I don't know what you mean," he muttered.
"Aw, come on, man," Tommie Lambert urged, "she's got something on all of us. Bob there was the first one, she caught him with some grass. Sucked him off right in the front seat of her car at the conference a few months ago. Ron got caught with some of his dirty pictures, and me.. . " The sixteen year old grinned. "When I found out about the fun everybody else was having, I made sure she found me with some pictures too. So come clean, what's she got on you?"
Randy couldn't believe his ears! He had always heard the guys joking about Mrs. Benedict, but he'd always accepted their stories as bragging fantasies. Now, it looked as though all the things they'd been telling were true! God, was his Dad crazy or something, wanting to marry that whore of a woman?
"All right," Tim was saying, "she caught me with my hand in the collection plate at yesterday's service."
"Oh shit, that's just fucking stupid!"
Randy couldn't listen to any more. As it was, he couldn't finish his hamburger, and he got up quickly to throw it in the waste bin across the parking lot. As he was coming back, he heard the guys snickering.
"What's the matter, Randy baby? Lost your appetite?"
Randy didn't look up, but at that moment he wanted to kill Ron Jeffers!
"Say Randy...isn't your dad sorta hung up on Mrs. Benedict?" It was Tommie's amused voice.
"Hey, maybe that's why Mrs. Benedict wasn't at the meeting tonight," Bob laughed. "Maybe Randy's daddy just wore her out."
"More likely it was the other way around...did you see the way he was dragging around at the meeting tonight?"
There was a jeering chorus of laughter and back-slapping, and the boys were even more amused by Randy's reaction. His face turned beet red with embarrassment and anger, and he could hardly speak.
"You...you goddamned...turds!"
"Owww, that hurts!" Ron Jeffers howled, hardly able to contain himself. The others laughed so much at Randy's ineffective curse that they rolled off the car, holding their bellies with laughter, hardly looking up as Randy walked off quickly, his fists clenched into little balls, his eyes smarting from the saltiness of the tears that were forming there. The boys didn't stop laughing until Randy had disappeared around the corner.
"Hey, don't you think we ought to go after him?" Tommy asked after they'd calmed down a little.
"Aw, hell no...he'll come back," Ron answered confidently. "Besides, we got something more important to worry about. And that's how we're going to get out from under Bonnie Benedict."
"What do you mean, Ron," Bob giggled. "I was on top most of the time."
"All right you guys, come on...hey, come on!" Finally, the youngsters stopped laughing and beating Bob on the back, and listened to what Ron had to say. "Now I'm serious. Suppose Mrs. Benedict gets uptight about something and spills all she knows to our parents, you ever thought about that? No, I thought you hadn't. Well, listen, I been thinking for a while now about a way to get her off our backs and have a wild time in the bargain. You guys interested?"
"Sure, Ron, sure," Tommie snickered. "I don't like it when she's on my back. I like it better when she's on my...."
Tommie didn't get a chance to finish as he was swarmed under by the three other boys, who pummeled him fiercely, laughing and shouting at the same time. Their howling could be heard all over the parking lot, and people looked out of their car windows and smiled at the kids having some good clean fun.
But Randy Russel didn't smile. He was sitting on the curb of a filling station just around the corner from the parking lot, feeling about as miserable as he possibly could. The muted sounds of the other boys' amusement seemed aimed directly at him, and at his damned father who was making a fool of himself over this woman who was nothing better than a common whore!
The humiliated fifteen year old got up abruptly and began walking quickly down the street, toward his house over a mile distant. As he walked, a plan began to form in his troubled mind, a desperate plan which might save him and his father from this terrible woman. He worked desperately to fit the pieces together as he walked, and by the time he'd reached his house, the basic groundwork had been laid. He went into the living room and turned on the TV, but he couldn't concentrate on it; his brain was too taken up with the exciting aspects of his daring plan. He couldn't keep the mental visions of Mrs. Benedict doing all the things the guys had said she did out of his thoughts: sucking their cocks, letting them put their hands and fingers right up her cunt, and Tim Gilmore actually fucking her!
Man! His own cock was rock-hard just from thinking about it. He twisted in his chair to loosen the straining crotch of his pants, then pressured his hand against his swollen penis.
Crap, imagine having a bitch like her for a stepmother? But he knew his father would never believe him if he told him, and that's why he had to do it!
A sensation of emptiness echoed through his belly. Frig! Did he have the nerve to trap her that way, then tell his father the whole thing: how she had seduced him and all about it? Dammit, yes, he did if he had to...anything to keep her out of his Mom's bed!
Only he didn't have to do it yet, Randy satisfied himself, while he continued to rub his eagerly pulsing cock through his pants. She hadn't agreed to marry his Dad yet, and maybe she wouldn't; then he wouldn't have to do it at all. But dammit, he wished he had the guts to do it anyway! Man, he could just see her pretty mouth sucking his own cock while he fingered and looked right up her cunt!! She'd get up over him the way he'd seen other women doing in Ron's dirty pictures, with her ass above his face and he'd pull her panties down, maybe he'd stick his tongue in her pussy and stare at her naked little ass-hole while he sucked!
Oh, frig, he had to beat his meat right now! He could always hear his Dad's car if it came into the driveway. Dammit, he had to! His prick was so hard it was beginning to hurt, and pretty soon his balls would start to ache if he didn't, he reasoned, switching out the light and taking out his handkerchief before unzipping his fly and releasing his rigid shaft of hot cock-flesh.
Then, he stretched out his legs and by the light from the TV screen, began to stroke his cock vigorously, while his brain conjured up licentious scenes of Bonnie Benedict sucking him as he performed every lewd thing he could imagine on her!
* * *
Bonnie's evening had been one of the most miserable she could remember. Alone in her little apartment, she had wept silently for two hours after telling Mike she couldn't marry him. But, as painful and disgusting as were the vivid recollections of her depraved ravishment of Tim Gilmore the night before, she realized they were perverted acts she couldn't hold in check once her lecherousness reared its ugly head. And it was doubtful that she could ever change.
The acceptance of that horrible fact filled her now, as she sat in her flimsy nightgown and negligee in her apartment living room, a third drink in her slightly shaky hand. She had ignored dinner after coming home from the church, the thought of food sickening to her in her present mood and the effects of the liquor far more appetizing as well as consoling.
Oh Ross...Ross...if only he were here to help her! God, she felt like throwing herself down and crying her heart out. The truth of the matter was that if she were not already in love with Mike Russel, she soon would be if she kept seeing him. To say that it was better for them not to see any more of each other was a simple tiling, but to follow through with that platitude was another...and she had to think of Randy!
Dear God, there was no question that she couldn't any longer trust herself. Like the fabled vampire's curse, there was nothing she could do to stop it once the vile urge came over her, and no pledge or vow she might make herself could ever endure long in that handsome darling's presence. In the end...Lord, what would it be like in the end?
It had been so long since she'd been involved in a normal sex act with a man, and the odd part was that she'd had no desire that way. Only her young boy-cocks haunted her passion, practically driving her mad with desire. Even Mike, as much as she thought of him, hadn't aroused her libido...not that it was impossible if he tried, but he hadn't tried. And she hardly knew what she would do if he had. It always seemed somehow as if she would be violating her husband's memory.
God, what a weird sense of propriety she had developed! The thought of going to bed with a man was offensive, but committing abnormal acts with and on his son would turn her on, if she as much as thought about it!
Bonnie was roused from her torturous contemplation by the front doorbell. A quick glance at the clock told her it was almost ten-thirty. Who could be calling at this hour? With a clumsiness caused by her liberal consumption of alcohol, she weaved to the door, opening it immediately without thinking.
"Mike!" she exclaimed in surprise.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mike Russel had never been more than a social drinker; in fact, his friends often teased him about the fairly small quantity of liquor which was necessary to give him a good time. But that night, after he had left the meeting of the church youth group and ended up downtown in a bar, his performance had belied his reputation. It was as though the first three drinks didn't have any effect on his dejected frame of mind, and only after five did he realize that he was indeed getting very drunk. And then it had hit him all at once.
He had spent the time at the bar fighting the urge to swallow his pride and go plead with Bonnie to reconsider her decision. Finally he had decided that he couldn't do that; it was beneath his dignity as a man, or what was left of it. But he did feel that he deserved an explanation, and the drunker he got the more he became convinced that Bonnie did in fact love him and was turning down his proposal only because of some shadowy fear that was secreted deep in her mind. And after drink number six, he had decided to face the beautiful exotic woman he loved once more and that very night, whatever the consequences.
And so there he was, standing in front of her open door foolishly, feeling all of a sudden like a schoolboy trying to ask his girl why she had not invited him to her birthday party. He was even a little frightened, unconsciously afraid he might find out that Bonnie didn't love him after all.
"I...want to talk to you, Bonnie!" he said a bit thickly, his jacket hanging open, his tie slightly askew. "Please, may I come in?"
Momentarily, Bonnie hesitated. "Of course...come in. Sit down, Mike. Mike. You've been drinking, haven't you." It was a statement rather than a question, and she resumed her place on the couch across from the chair he chose to crumble into.
"As they say in the soap operas, I've been drowning my sorrows, and seemingly doing a damned poor job of it," he admitted, finding his pipe and sticking it between his teeth, as if its presence were necessary to bolster his confidence. "But then, I seem to do a damned poor job at just about everything, don't I, Bonnie?"
"If...if you're referring to us, Mike, and what I told you this evening...it's not your fault," the young blonde widow said softly, realizing exactly what he was getting at and why he had come. "My decision has nothing to do with you...."
"Nothing to do with me?" the agonized widower blurted, moving forward to the edge of his chair and snatching the pipe from his mouth. "How the hell can you say a thing like that? It has everything to do with me! Dammit, I'm in love with you, Bonnie!"
"Please, Mike...don't make it any harder for me!" the scantily-clad woman said, getting aimlessly to her feet to move across the room and stare out the darkened window at the street below. She sensed him behind her, and then suddenly his hands were slipping around her waist, the warm presence of his strong lean body immediately arousing a feeling of safety inside her. His hands clasped one another over the trembling plane of her belly and he drew her back against him, kissing the crown of her head affectionately.
"I don't want to make it difficult for you, Bonnie, believe me I don't," he half-whispered hoarsely. "I just want to help you. Whatever it is! Don't you understand what I'm saying? I-I love you, baby...I want you to be my wife...!"
A wave of heartfelt emotion, the equal of which she had not known since her husband died, washed through Bonnie at the gentle sincerity of his tone. The effect it had on her pain-filled conscience was like a soothing balm. He was Ross all over again, except for the enveloping aura of his pipe tobacco, an aroma that seemed to spell security and a loving depth of soul that made him uniquely Mike...Mike Russel! And so moving was his presence to her, so completely did his warm voice soothe the terrible fears which had torn at her ever since her perverse seduction of little Tim Gilmore, that she couldn't keep herself from pressing back into the comforting embrace of his arms. She was so lonely...so afraid. She would do anything to be able to say yes to this wonderful understanding man...anything! If only it weren't for...yes, if only....!
And then she felt it the masculine hardness of his rising penis stirring up against her scantily covered buttocks, inspiring a sense of longing and desire she hadn't known for so, so long! She knew what he was thinking, and she knew what her reply was going to be what it had to be at that moment when she was alone and insecure and he was offering her solace and a loving heart. She let her smaller hands slide down to cover his, clasping them warmly.
"Don't ask me questions, Mike darling," the beautiful young widow said in a whisper, tilting her head back against the broad shelter of his protective shoulder, her temple brushing against his chin. "I can't...won't answer them. J-just hold me...think of us as already being husband and wife...and we're in our own little honeymoon privacy...just the two of us, with no one, nothing else in the world that matters! M-make love to me, Mike, my darling...!"
She turned, receptive in his arms, and his liquor-dazed brain reeled sensually at her seductively sultry voice and the passion of her unexpected request.
In the shadows of the sparsely lighted room, Mike looked down into her beautiful face as she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lush body slowly but pointedly against his own. He felt his painfully bulging cock suddenly straining against the soft give of her belly and her full outthrust breasts flattening against his broad chest. Those enchanting eyes were closed, and her full sensuous lips offered up to him.
He kissed them, grinding his own eager mouth down onto hers with a tongue-thrusting excitement he had forgotten existed, his big hands smoothing down her arched and hollowed back to the enticingly molded swells of her buttocks. He caressed them hungrily until his fingers clutched their firmness and drew her negligee-covered loins breathlessly against him, his hardened penis furrowing into her softly heaving belly.
"I love you, Mike Russel!" the voluptuous blonde widow gasped when he raised his face to absorb her beauty. "I never thought I could love a man again...but I do...I love you!"
The tall, dark-haired man could only listen and marvel at the intoxicating words tumbling from her lips. He hardly believed that it was happening. Less than an hour before he was a dejected and angry man. And now he was a lover, with his own true darling offering herself to him! And she was, he knew!
"You're going to do things to me, aren't you, darling?" Bonnie whispered excitedly.
He kissed her. "I'm going to make love to you, if that's what you mean!"
"I know...and I want you to, lover! I want you to fuck me silly!"
Following the utterance of the stimulating four-letter word, she kissed him while he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. The vile and beautiful sound of that word falling so freely from her delicate lips made Mike's fully erect cock leap uncontrollably as wild jolts of anticipation charged from his churning loins into his belly to ripple back and forth there.
Christ, he loved her!
He lowered her gently onto the large double bed, then took a step backward to view her absolute beauty. Damn, she was like an untamed sun goddess!
"You undress, darling, while I do!" Bonnie whispered, sitting up to remove her negligee as he stood there. Mike threw off his jacket and tore at his tie, his eyes fastened upon the enrapturing body his high-school love revealed to him with a charm he couldn't even measure. And then she lay back, her luscious breasts thrust up at him pointedly, her legs slightly raised in ready anticipation, parting slowly until he could see the ravishing, hair-fringed center of her womanhood and the pink pulsating slit sheltering her eagerly waiting cunt!
He kicked off his shorts, his rigidly stiff cock slashing the air wildly as she raised a bit to look at him, then fell back with a gasp of breath.
"Love me, darling!" she gasped plaintively. "Oh God, Mike, please love me good...!"
Love me good? Christ, he swore in his head as he crawled onto the bed. He'd love to fuck her until she couldn't breathe! He already loved her to the point of distraction! His goddamned cock was so hard it almost didn't have any feeling! He'd kill himself and her too!
He climbed half onto her and kissed her, feeling her tongue sensuously darting into his mouth. He'd never believed it could happen...not really....!
Bonnie refused to think. To concentrate, to imagine herself lying prone and open, offering herself to this wonderful man, or any man, if she thought about it--it seemed sacrilegious! Yet, as he came onto the bed and engulfed her in his arms, she pressed her smoothly naked thigh up against his hirsute loins, feeling the sweeping moisture from his iron-hard penis against her satiny flesh as it escaped from his turgid cock-head!
"Oh...oohhhh God, Mike! I-I . . I want to know every inch of you!" she hissed, running her fingers through his dark hair, her breath warm and sweet in his face.
He lay on top of her as she kissed him, darting her tongue up into his open mouth as he moved his big hands down beneath her to the smoothness of her squirming buttocks, cradling her firmly rounded ass-cheeks in his palms and splayed fingers. She clung tightly to him as her hands explored his lean masculine body, searching eagerly into the private hollows of him. Her head swam with the thrilling delight of the moment, with the anticipation of her fulfillment to come. Dear God, how she needed him! How she was always going to need him! How she would love him forever and ever and ever!
His massively thickened cock pulsed with a warm virile strength against her sensitive flesh, its bulbous head splitting the narrow, hair-lined furrow of her pussy, lying poised and ready as if it might thrust into her at any second of its own accord. The thought excited her beyond belief, and she used her fingertips to spread her moistly heated vaginal lips, offering even greater teasing contact to his steel-hard cock with her velvety cuntal crevice. Then she dropped back onto the bed again, the elongated shaft of his penis enfolded in her soft warm flesh.
"Do it to me," the shamelessly aroused widow pleaded. "Fuck me, darling. Fuck me!"
Mike's brain continued to swirl from the erotic enchantment of her nakedly inviting body, and her lewd, exciting entreaties. Damn, he had forgotten it could be like this, that a man could completely lose all sense of perspective when he lay between the legs of a sensual woman, especially the woman he loved! He trailed his hands hungrily over the soft curves of her naked body while she began a slow up and down undulation of her hips and buttocks. The incredulous dark-haired man could feel the smooth muscles beneath her satiny skin ripple lightly, indicating a hidden unexpected strength he would not have imagined. In his lust-fired mind he could almost feel how those soft but powerful sinews in her thighs would grip at his ribs when he buried his anxious cock far up inside her hot little belly.
Bonnie whimpered, cat-like, and mashed her hungering mouth against his, writhing her flat belly tightly up to him, her long nails beginning to gently rake the flesh of his back as he drew her impassioned cuntal furrow up closer to his own. He tasted the nectar of her open mouth and tongue, and he began to move up and down slowly, the insinuating length of his male hardness massaging the full wet length of her widespread cunt-slit with its hair-lined lips wrapped so warmly and damply around his pulsating prick. He felt her firmly rounded buttocks tauten and relax in his hands as she began a more frantic rotation up against his teasing penis until at last her legs shot out wide to the left and right of his grinding hips and thighs, her calves returning to encircle and press against the backs of his legs, pulling and locking him tighter into her.
"Ooohhhh...Mike! Don't make me wait any longer! Fuck me, darling...please....! Fuck me before I go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her panting breath hot in his face, her hand darting down between them to grasp his warmly throbbing cock and guide it further into her between the velvety flanges of her eagerly quivering cuntal passage.
Randy's father grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself back any longer, and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove his hardened cock-shaft with one smooth thrust deep up into the hot grasping mouth of her hungrily sucking vagina.
"Ooohhhhhhh!" Bonnie moaned in obscene delight under him while the amazing tightness of her lust-moistened passage walls rippled against his penile shaft with a skilled muscle control that raised another guttural grunt of pleasure from deep in his throat.
He thrust eagerly, sending his aching cock up into her tight little cunt with a passionate force, whipping her breath away as he plunged far up into her belly, the flow of her lubricating secretions easing the way with every pummeling stroke, until at last the blood-engorged head of his thickened cock scraped against her cervix and his heavy balls slapped hard between her excitedly clenched ass-cheeks.
Bonnie whimpered with the sensations of pleasure his heavy cock immediately brought her, even as she writhed under him in a brief moment of pain when its bloated head solidly nudged her cervix and her whimper became an unmistakable cry of abandon that added fuel to his mounting lust. He fucked harder, his almost sadistic reaction surprising her as he ground his demanding pelvis up into her receptive belly, surprising and feeding her own masochistic need with each flexing of its swollen head at the apex of his thrust, until finally he paused and just lay there, his thick, rigid penis totally filling the hungry cavity between her lewdly splayed legs.
He kissed her then, his groping hands caressing and squeezing her swollen up-thrust breasts appreciatively, his searching tongue exploring her mouth. The desire-influenced taste of his masculine breath as almost forgotten ecstasy to her. The abandoned widow sucked at his tongue while she smoothed her hands possessively over his naked buttocks, and the erotic joy saturated her whole love-starved body.
God, she did love him! She did! His virile strength was flowing through her sensual body by way of his hotly conquering penis entombed up in her belly, and little purring sounds of servitude tumbled unrestrainedly from her mouth as she lay beneath him completely subjugated to his merest whim, entirely impaled on his lust-hardened cock probing the most intimate depths of her clutching vaginal channel!
Oh God, he was so absolute! There was no question that he owned her completely at that very moment! She could never remember being so dominated, so loved, so totally a possession and the enchanting sensation was stimulating a vein of masochism she had never realized was a part of her! God, she would marry him...she would...she would!
Mike's liquor-drenched brain could barely cope with the carnal bliss immersing it! It still didn't seem possible that what was taking place was a reality! Surely he would wake up soon and it would be all over, only a dream, except that his thick aching cock would be like a" fence-post...yet, no! It was wholly buried' inside her hot little belly, between her spread legs, in the magnificent sucking depths of her naked cunt! And those were her breasts he was squeezing and fondling, her belly he lay upon, her hot mouth he was kissing!
Christ! She had really given herself to him! She loved him, had asked him to fuck her, just like that.. .fuck me silly! Goddamn! They were going to be so happy, so beautifully happy.. . !
"Oh darling, darling!! " he heard her choke passionately. "I love you! I want to marry you, Mike! Please...I want to...!" she gasped. Her words and her thoughts were confused in her ecstasy, he knew, but she meant them, and nothing else mattered!
"We'll be the happiest people in the world!" he whispered down at her.
"And well...we'll fuck every morning and...and every night!" she breathed.
"And all day Sunday!"
"I'll suck it for you, darling!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Whenever you want me to...and even when you don't."
"Oh...oh Christ!" Mike choked, beginning a series of flexing cock-head actions once more, and raising a sequence of gurgling moans from between her passionately clenched teeth.
She labored up against him as he ground harder up into her hotly clutching vagina as her loins arched up to him in unrestrained eagerness, again lifting both their bodies from the bed while she whimpered incessantly and he again began his powerful fucking tempo.
He felt her smooth legs tighten and release around his pumping hips as she started to work her hot little pussy up and down industriously on his rigid pole of flesh until they had established a mutual cadence and her head started to loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to side while her mouth opened and closed in orgiastic abandon!
"Oh Mike...darling, darling...promise you'll never leave me! I need you so," she gasped in her mounting passion. "Ooohhhh...your wonderful big cock...I can feel it way up in my belly! Oh...oh God, lover, do...fuck me more! Make me your woman...your slave! Ooohh . . .put your...your finger in my bottom...my ass-hole! Please...hurry...!" she begged wantonly.
Her plea set off a maddening current of lewd sensations within him, causing a new tremor of licentiousness to race furiously to his wildly pistoning penis, his brain, and his groping hands. He searched in under her to the sweat-slickened crevice separating her rounded buttocks while he pounded his ever-growing cock up into the velvety dampness of her hotly seething cunt.
He sought her anus with his outstretched middle finger, trailing along the furrowed smoothness between her undulating ass-cheeks and finding it without difficulty, finding it wetly puckering from a slippery rivulet of warm cuntal moisture that had dribbled down from where his thick relentless cock fucked in and out of her hair-lined opening. She shivered in lascivious delight as he taunted the puckered little mouth, further lubricating the tiny orifice with the tip of his middle finger.
Randy's father felt the naked blonde widow's tautly grinding buttocks press back onto his stiffened finger as he pushed against the tiny anal opening, surprised at first by its resistance. And then, abruptly, her anus popped inward, the spongy elastic ring seeming to open like a small mouth to absorb and suck his thick finger up inside as far as the first knuckle joint. She lurched beneath him, almost as though she were trying to escape the invasion, but he knew different.
"Oh...ooohhh, God...yessss, darling! A-all the way . . more...oh...all the way, lover...!"
Mike felt almost barbaric and his overpowering feeling of superiority over her grew to an even greater intensity. Christ, not with his wife or with any woman he could remember had he known such lascivious passion! His brain was a saturated sponge of lust! He thrust his embedded finger farther up into her hotly clasping rectal passage while simultaneously increasing the stroke of his pillaging penis up into the warm lubricated channel of her engulfing cunt, feeling her rubbery rectal walls encase the length of his probing finger to the palm of his hand, raising a choking erotic groan that seemed to come from the depths of her belly.
The twice-impaled blonde skewered her naked buttocks shamelessly back onto his extended middle finger that was searching and circling the forbidden sanctuary of her nether channel, seeming to revel in its unnatural presence as he rotated it experimentally. He massaged the hot buttery walls, feeling the in-and-out thrusts of his rigidly pounding cock through the thin partition separating the two intimate channels, feeling his throbbing penis with his exploring finger and his finger against the sensitivity of his aching organ.
Christ, he thought wildly, what a woman she was! He'd never dreamed that her beautiful body might contain such a hidden drive. Damn, was he man enough for her? Already his sperm-filled balls had begun to churn with the massive pressure that had started to build in his loins! But he couldn't fail her, that would certainly spell the end of everything for them!
He tried to establish a combination tempo of finger and cock, until he was fucking up into her in furious unison while she moaned and writhed unceasingly under him. The naked widow had now spread her long legs to the fullest, allowing him complete access to her openly displayed vagina. Then, suddenly, he sensed his punished cock expanding more and more, growing inside her wet vagina toward that ultimate moment when it would erupt like a boiling volcano. Its ever increasing needle-like pressure mounted unbelievably in his cum-bloated balls as they smacked in a steady cadence between her moistly working buttocks and against his own probing hand with its finger buried far up in the heated recesses of her rectum.
Oh damn, he couldn't last much longer! She was just too much for his unpracticed staying power! God, he didn't want to disappoint her...not this, their first time...but...but his wildly jerking cock was ready to shatter with the load he was going to blow through it!
He began fucking into her with body-jolting strokes while his finger wormed up and fucked into her desperately clasping back passage. Once again she gripped him tightly over his back with her legs, her beautiful face contorting in a frantic mask of animal lust, and he hoped dazedly that she was getting ready to cum. He just couldn't last another minute....!
Mike heard her little whimpering moans then, tiny guttural sounds that were rising into her throat, and he felt her thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust upward onto his mercilessly pounding cock and backward onto his plunging finger to the tempo of his powerful ravaging of her defenseless loins.
"Oooohhhh...harder, darling! Fuck harder...harderrr!" Bonnie urged, driving her heels into the hard flesh of his back. Abruptly, she drew her legs back higher, locking her ankles over his broad shoulders, presenting him with the nakedly widespread plane of her upraised pussy, her eyes and teeth locked tightly together as her lovely face twisted and strained in the first throes of orgasm.
The voluptuous blonde whimpered, then moaned long and low, pulling her thighs back tighter, thrusting her hungrily sucking vaginal slit up at his long hard cock with bruising force, her mouth falling loosely open, her nostrils flaring, choking gasps tumbling from her whitened lips as she screwed desperately up onto him, pushing her loins up to receive his pounding cock and clinging there while the hot moist walls of her vagina milked at his driving rod of flesh like the mouth of a starving child.
Her ecstasy triggered Mike's climax as he continued to hammer up into her, feeling her cunt walls secrete their warm slippery bath around his pistoning cock, flooding his distending shaft and balls and hand, her velvety rectal flesh grasping and working convulsively at his buried finger. And as she jerked and squirmed beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her sucking cunt drawing at him feverishly, her breathing labored in deep gasps, he felt his own hot sperm racing the length of his penis before spurting from the tip of his convulsing prick far up into her greedily clasping cunt.
His hot roiling sperm delighted Bonnie's craving belly as she thrust her loins up tightly against his jerking pelvis, his magnificently pumping cock tripping her insatiable lust even a second time.
"Oh...oh God! Don't stop, lover! Fuck me hard...oohhh! I'm cuuummmiiinnnnngggg againnnnn...eeeiiiggghhh...!" she wailed ecstatically, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with her second climax from the unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was spilling into her. At last Mike slumped heavily on top of her, easing his finger from her rectum with a lewd hissing sound while the shapely widow encircled him possessively with her arms and legs. And it was over! The fully satiated blonde sighed chokingly from deep in her chest, her legs slowly falling limp while her heart pounded against his breast. At last she had been fulfilled again in normal sex! Oh God, how wonderful! It...it was going to be all right! Yes...yes...yes! Everything was going to be beautiful for them, from now until forever after.. . !
CHAPTER FIVE
Randy Russel slumped down in his chair at the breakfast table, his long brown hair as yet uncombed and his eyes somewhat bloodshot from lack of sleep. He toyed halfheartedly with his breakfast cereal, but his thoughts were elsewhere, and there was a worried look on his youthful face.
It had been after two o'clock the night before when his father had finally arrived home. Mike had tried to tiptoe into the house without disturbing his son, but Randy hadn't been asleep. The bitter teenager had been tossing and turning all night, unable to think of a single place his father could have been at that late hour except with that bitch Bonnie Benedict, and the more he had thought about it, the more angry and hurt he had become. And now, this morning, he had heard his father singing in the shower, which could only mean that the older man was very happy about something and
Randy was terribly afraid he knew what that something was.
Well, he'd soon know for sure, the worried youngster thought to himself. And if it was true...if what he was afraid of had really happened...if his father had been stupid enough to....
"Good morning, son. Got your breakfast already, I see."
Randy didn't look up as his father walked into the kitchen, but merely grunted what sounded like an answer.
"What've you got out? Corn flakes?" Mike continued, unaware of the turmoil going on behind his son's outwardly calm facade. "How about dishing me out some of those."
Again the handsome teenager didn't answer, but simply got up, walked over to the cupboard to get a bowl, and then returned to fill it with cereal. This time his father looked at him closely.
"Say, you don't look too wide-awake this morning. What time did you get to bed last night?"
"Oh, not too late," Randy mumbled, filling his mouth quickly with a spoonful of cereal. "I guess I just didn't sleep too good or something."
"Well, I slept like the proverbial bug in a rug," Mike chuckled as he sat down, reaching for the milk and sugar at the same time. It was obvious that he was in a good humor, and that nothing was going to change it. "You want some toast."
"No thanks."
The church youth leader looked up at his son and then back down at his bowl. It was apparent that something was bothering the boy and his perceptive father was pretty sure he knew what it was. Well, like it or not, Randy was going to have to accept the fact that his father was not going to live the rest of his life in isolation, especially since Bonnie had changed her mind the night before. Maybe this wasn't the best time to break the news to his son, but Mike had already decided not to coddle the boy or give any recognition to his childish objections about the upcoming marriage.
"I've got some good news for you, Randy, the older man said, watching his son's face closely. "Bonnie Benedict has agreed to marry me. And that's made me very happy. I fully expect that you'll accept and welcome her as my wife...and as your new mother."
Randy felt his cereal rising in his throat as his worst fears were realized. His father was going to marry that...that...Randy couldn't even think of a word bad enough! He wanted to shout at his father, to tell him what all the guys had been saying the night before at the drive-in, to open his eyes to the kind of woman he was talking about. But he couldn't. First of all he didn't get a chance. His father never even gave him time to say a word. He was talking on and on, releasing more of his exuberance, until Randy wanted to scream. And in the second place, the upset fifteen year old knew there wasn't a chance in the world that his father would even listen to the truth, much less believe it. It was hopeless!
The tall, hard-muscled father was quite conscious of the effect his abrupt announcement was having on his son, but he had no intention of trying to soften the blow or coddle the boy. In his estimation, Randy was being totally selfish and unrealistic about it, and to indulge him, Mike felt, would be the equivalent of admitting to irreverence for his dead wife's memory, which couldn't be farther from the truth.
His coming marriage to Bonnie seemed to be a fact now only the date had to be set, and there wasn't a happier man in the world. Now, it was up to his son to see and understand this, and above all, to accept it as inevitable.
In his normal manner, Mike carried on a light conversation as he drove Randy to school later on, not dwelling on the marriage issue but covering the usual things such as the sport scene and the like that they always bantered back and forth. It was, in fact, a one-sided conversation, with little more than grunts emitting from the boy's handsome tight-lipped face, but Mike absolutely refused to acknowledge Randy's obvious bitterness. Might as well get it settled in his young mind once and for all. He was going to have a beautiful new mother and his father was going to have a magnificent new wife! Damn, he couldn't rid his mind for more than a moment at a time of how lustfully breathtaking their lovemaking the night before had been.
It is not going to happen! the teenager kept repeating to himself long after his father had left him in the school parking lot, and he walked dazedly along in numbed rage, either avoiding or ignoring his buddies as his brain functioned insidiously. A half-dozen times he had nearly spat out everything he knew about this terrible woman to his dad, but somehow he'd kept hold of himself, realizing that he never would have been believed and in the end he probably would only have brought on his unwitting parent's indignation. No, there was only one way to handle it now. He would resort to his plan! The realization that he had no choice but to entrap his father's mistress, just as she had done to so many guys, caused a galvanic sensation of apprehension mixed with racy excitement to charge through him.
Man, was he capable of it? Would he turn chicken when the time came? Supposing she didn't come on with him like she had with Ron
Jerrers and Bob Hunter and the other guys.
Hell, she had to! That was the only way he could stop her from marrying his dad and ruining his life, as well as his own life. Besides, what about his mother's memory? Jeez, he couldn't lose his nerve now! He just couldn't!
* * *
It had been a long time since Bonnie Benedict had looked upon her existence with a feeling of absolute normalcy permeating her whole being. She was in love again! Truly in love and, God, with such a wonderful man. There was no question in her mind now that, with the strength of Mike's love, she could renew her sacred pledge and keep it. She would never again seduce or attempt to seduce another boy. It was all over and done with, behind her, and a new and magnificent world of enchantment had been opened to her. Bonnie smiled as she busied herself industriously around her small apartment, clearing away and washing her few dinner dishes and straightening up the front room. Mike wasn't coming over tonight. He had already called to tell her that he had promised to go bowling with a few of the boys from the church group. But Bonnie like to keep house anyway. It satisfied a desire she'd always had for order and neatness.
The newly contented widow went to the walnut cabinet bar in a comer of the living room and began fixing a pitcher of daiquiris. After all, she was going to be home alone tonight, and there was no danger if the liquor acted as a stimulant on her libido as it usually did. This thought alone was enough to send a tiny shiver of tremulous delight rippling up along her spine as she remembered the ecstasy she'd experienced the night before with Mike Russel.
God, she had hardly been able to get to sleep after he'd left, with the ravishing memorable feel of his massive cock buried so deeply in her needing loins. And to think of it right at that moment was enough to set her off in a sensuous tizzy. Again, a slight tremor of arousal danced up the smooth flesh of her back and she felt the moisture dampening her panties between her thighs.
Lord, this was no time for carnal meditation, she admonished herself happily, pleased that the mere thought of her lover and future husband could do such rapturous things to her. Oh, they were going to be happy, and she would make Randy a good and proper mother. She would! She felt certain of it now, absolutely certain.
The tapping on her door interrupted her buoyant absorption. "Who is it?" Bonnie called out reflectively.
"It's Tim Gilmore," came the voice through the door.
Tim Gilmore? What could he want, Bonnie asked herself as she went to the door. She opened it slowly, as though she expected to find someone other than Tim there.
"Hello, Mrs. Ben...Bonn...Mrs. Benedict," the red-haired boy smiled, as if debating his right to use her first name as she'd instructed him to only two nights before.
Bonnie caught his intention, of course, and a warning flashed in her brain as she recalled instantaneously the lurid frailty of her weakest moments. She knew immediately what the youngster was there for, and she knew as well that she had to keep complete control of the situation, as though nothing had ever happened.
"What can I do for you, Tim? she asked, somewhat brusquely.
"Could I come in, ma'am? I'd like to talk to you, and it's sorta private, you know." Tim was staring raptly at Bonnie's up-thrust breasts as they pressed through her low-cut blouse against the door, and her sleek thighs visible below the short skirt she was wearing were already making his excited cock jerk up inside his pants. "It's about...you know, about that collection plate business. I been feeling awfully bad about it."
"And so you should, Tim. It was a terrible thing to do. But I don't see what we can gain by talking anymore about it." Bonnie was deliberately making her voice cold and harsh, determined that she wouldn't let him into the apartment. Not that she couldn't trust herself....
"Don't you see, Mrs. Benedict, I been feeling real awful about what I did...you know, guilty and everything...and I need to talk to somebody about it." Tim's manner was taking on much more nonchalance as he figured he had nothing to lose. After all, he had as much on her as she had on him. How could she ever prove he'd stolen from the collection plate now? But he could sure make things hot for her if he told what she'd done to him, especially with all the guys backing him up. "So I thought I'd talk to you," he continued, "you know, seeing as how you said you were my girl friend and everything...and that we'd play more games like we did....
"Stop that talk, Tim! Stop this instant!" Bonnie snapped in a hissing voice. "And don't ever call me Bonnie again! My name is Mrs. Benedict."
"But you said...."
"I never said anything, young man! I don't even know what you're talking about! But I am certain that I don't like what I just heard!" she spat at him, steeling herself, determined to overwhelm him by sheer adult brass. "And if I were you, Mister Gilmore, I wouldn't forget that your father might be very interested in your career as a thief...and believe me, my word would be all that was necessary to convince him!"
Tim sensed the sudden spurt of courage he had enjoyed drained from him. She seemed so friggin' confident! Maybe, she knew something he didn't. Maybe they'd just laugh at him if he told the truth. That's the way adults were like a great big pack of wolves doing whatever they wanted and protecting each other while at the same time they told their kids all the "rights" and "wrongs". And to think he hadn't slept for two nights, just thinking about her and the way she'd fucked and sucked him! His cock was sore and his groin ached from jerking off so much the last two days. He'd been meaning to tell her what the other guys were planning for her, too, but he was damned if he would do that now.
The confused youth found himself staring at the Sunday school youth sponsor with disbelief in his eyes, staring at the way her wispy black negligee clung to the rounded half-moons of her buttocks, the same ass-cheeks he'd seen completely naked the last time he was here. And her legs and her tits had he really touched and fondled them or had it all been a dream? He was brought out of his dismayed reverie by Bonnie's sharp voice.
"Is that all you wanted, Tim? If so, I have some work I have to do."
"But...but, Mrs. Benedict.. . " the freckled-face teenager spluttered ineffectually, almost on the verge of tears from his confusion.
"Good night, Tim!"
And the door shut in his face. The surprised boy stood for a moment in the hall as his embarrassment and hurt quickly turned to adolescent anger. All right! Goddamn her then! He wouldn't tell her what the guys had planned; she deserved it! And he'd do his part in it too! He'd teach her to lie to him! She'd wish she'd never turned her back on him!
And inside the apartment, Bonnie leaned her back against the door, a smile of triumphant satisfaction on her face as she heard Tim walk away from the door. She was now confidently aware of her ability to suppress the lecherous agitation Tim's presence had raised in her. God, she could have done whatever she wanted to him! He'd even expected her to! And the dampness against her panties was still a profound reminder of her salacious drive. But she had beaten it! This time, she knew, she had really and truly beaten it!
The rest of the evening passed quickly for Bonnie. She was in a rhapsodic mood, reveling in the victory over her previous unnatural desires that now seemed imminent, and she had several drinks from her daiquiri pitcher. In fact, about 8:30 she had to make herself another little batch to tide her over, and by nine she was already halfway through that.
The voluptuous Sunday school teacher felt ecstatically free, as though a ton of bricks had just been lifted from her soul. She was suddenly aware of the tremendous pressure she had been under for as long as she could remember in fact, ever since that first affair with her younger cousin so long ago. As if in celebration of her new found freedom, her escape from the confines of her abnormal desires, she had undressed soon after Tim left, had slipped into her usual at-home ensemble of brassiere, panties and negligee, and had stretched out on the sofa with her glass and re-filled daiquiri pitcher. Her mind was floating with more than a little dizziness now, but she didn't care. She was happy and proud of herself, and she felt that she'd earned a little fling. Besides, what could it hurt now?
The intoxicated blonde widow could think of nothing else but her forthcoming marriage. It was going to be heavenly, living under the same roof with Mike and his handsome son. Randy was such a beautiful boy, too, but she would have to keep him in his proper perspective. She must never think of him in any other way than she might her own child, and after the episode with Tim that evening she felt confident that she could carry her resolve through.
Oh, there would undoubtedly be little forbidden thoughts of desire when she looked at him, just as there were at that very moment in the mere thinking of him, but one could not expect to shed such a strong fixation in one day, even with her dreamy thoughts of Mike and their future together to bolster her determination.
Bonnie took another sip from her daiquiri and gazed languidly at the lemonade-colored liquid. She knew that the liquor was like ambrosia to her, that it played havoc with her libido and sexual desires. She didn't know why, and at the moment didn't care, but it was a fact. It was doing exactly that right at that moment, and as she thought about her beautiful Mike and his forbidden but enticing young son, the more certain she became that alcohol might indeed be her nemesis.
She lay back on the sofa, her brain pleasantly fogged by the daiquiris she'd consumed, and recalled how she could have taken the eager Tim Gilmore earlier that evening and done anything she'd wanted with him. She tried now to picture his face, but through her dazed mind the only picture that was forthcoming was that of Mike's inviting son, Randy, his innocent face presented up to her with a childishly touching pleading as the look that had been in Tim's eyes as he had stood at her door was transferred to Randy's.
Bonnie moaned slightly, her eyes closed, one hand clasping her glass and the other resting lightly on one scantily covered thigh. She knew she shouldn't even entertain such thoughts, not if she were planning to move into the same house with the young boy, but somehow she just couldn't help it. As if in response to her mind's vacillation, her hand crept slowly down toward the cleft of her slightly splayed thighs, smoothing lightly across her quivering belly to approach the panty-clad entrance to her hidden pussy. Perhaps she might go take a long soak in the tub, she thought languorously, just to relax herself completely...and perhaps she might touch herself down there, as she often did...just to really relax herself totally...just to make this lovely evening complete.
The ravishing young widow was brought down from her dreamy plateau of arousal by an abrupt knocking on her front door. She glanced down quickly at her state of near-undress, stubbing out her cigarette at the same time and wondering who it might be. Surely Tim Gilmore had not decided to press his luck!
"Yes, who is it?"
"It's...it's m-me, Mrs. Benedict...Randy Russel...." came the hesitant voice from behind the door.
Bonnie's heart leaped to her throat! Randy? It was almost as though he had heard her most secret thoughts and had come in response to them, and it took Bonnie a few moments to shake this thought from her fogged brain. What could he want at such a late hour? It was as though the very sound of his voice had set off a spark of illicit desire in Bonnie's semi-aroused loins, and the intoxicated woman fought quickly to still it.
On the other side of the door, Mike Russel's young son stood nervously, fidgeting and clenching his fists up tight into little balls. Why didn't she answer? Why didn't she say something? The marginal courage that had carried the boy this far began to falter, and he didn't know if he could go through with it.
"I...if you're busy, m-ma'am...uhh...."
Oh shit, maybe he shouldn't ever have come! When he'd been there earlier that night and seen Tim Gilmore going into Mrs. Benedict's apartment, he had really lost his nerve. He'd stayed hidden in the bushes across the street until Tim had come out less than five minutes later, looking angry and disgusted. And then it had been impossible for him to go in! He was so scared that he'd even gone home. But finally, in the safety of his own room, he'd regained his-courage, especially after helping himself to a little of his father's sour-mash bourbon, and he'd come back. But would she believe him? Was his excuse good enough? Maybe she wouldn't go along with it like she had with the other guys.
"Mrs. Benedict.. . ? " Why didn't she say something?
"Yes...yes, Randy, I'm here...what is it?"
"I-I was just going home in front of your place and...I fell off my bike...." Randy couldn't go on. He had fallen from his bike early that morning, and the bruise it had left on his thigh had given him the idea for the ruse. But now it sounded very flimsy in his ear.
"Oh, you poor darling," Bonnie responded, throwing open the front door without regard to her state of near-nakedness, concerned only for the youngster's well-being. "Are you hurt? Is it bad?"
"No...no, I don't think so...." Randy managed, astounded by the picture that confronted him as the door swung quickly open.
His eyes widened disbelievingly at the way his father's fiancee was dressed or almost undressed, he realized as she stood with the light behind her. Christ almighty, she was only wearing little panties and a brassiere, and he could see right through her negligee. All of her beautiful legs and the little swollen place between her thighs and the way her tits stuck right out with the deep crease between them was visible to his incredulous gaze.
"Are you sure? Where are you hurt?" Bonnie's voice was full of concern now, exaggerated a little by her daiquiri-induced disorientation.
Randy abruptly knew he couldn't go through with it. The sight of her near-naked flesh was enough in itself to send him running like a scared jack rabbit.
"It's...it's nothing, Mrs. Benedict. Honest, it's just a bruise on my thigh. I don't know why I even bothered you...I'll just go on home and...."
"You'll do no such thing, Randy!" the shapely blonde said, gently but firmly taking his arm. "You did right by coming to me, a bad bruise can sometimes even mean a broken bone."
"I-I didn't want to...to bother you, Mrs. Benedict," Randy choked, struggling to keep his youthfully aroused gaze focused upward and centered on her beautiful face that was smiling down warmly at him, but knowing that his excited cock had just jerked in his pants and fearing she'd noticed it.
"Bother me? Darling, don't be silly," Bonnie scolded and slurred tenderness as she held onto his arm, wondering if Mike had broken the news of their forthcoming marriage...and then, a tingling sensation flushed through her as she thought she saw the front of the teenager's trousers stir meaningfully!
No, oh God, no! She had to keep control of the situation right from the start; she mustn't let it get away from her! If only she hadn't drunk so many of those damned daiquiris.. . !
"Look...I'll be okay, Mrs. Benedict...it'll be fine tomorrow," Randy said, trying to ease out of her grasp and keep his eyes focused on her face while he backed to the door. Man, he couldn't go through with it, chicken or not. He should never have come.
"No!" Bonnie said emphatically, holding tighter to his arm, the fact that he was trying to leave contrary to all of her warning imaginings. He was just a beautifully bashful boy was all, and for a moment she had let her daiquiri-infused, licentious brain fall into its lust-stamped pattern. Besides, what better proof could she possibly offer herself that she'd beaten her weakness than the company of this handsome young boy, the son of the man she intended to marry? "I want to see that injury before you leave here, Randy, and no more nonsense!"
"But...but I tell you, it's all right...honest!" he cried, swallowing tightly. Dammit, if only he hadn't gotten into his father's bourbon bottle!
"You go into my bedroom and slip off your trousers, Randy," she was saying, pressing him toward the hallway. "Probably all it needs is a little heat, but we want to be sure. Your dad would be angry with me if he knew that I didn't look at it."
Hell! What could he say? That's what he'd come for in the first place, wasn't it? Anyway, just because he took his pants off didn't mean that something was going to happen, but his excited cock was hard as a baseball bat, and he'd bet that she'd noticed it! Oh man, he felt as if he were going to be sick, he was that tight inside!
He stood staring at her face, trying not to look down at her beautiful breasts protruding like two luscious melons in the tiny brassiere so provocatively revealed to him through the sheer material of the negligee. What the devil, he'd seen girls in bikinis that showed off as much or more, but that was different. Oh man...man....!
"Go on," Randy's father's mistress insisted, her smile almost motherly while her azure eyes sparkled in a manner he had never seen. "And don't be shy."
While she led him along the hallway to her frilly bedroom where the aromatic enticement of her perfume filled his nostrils, he wondered if this was the way it had happened with the other guys. Then, she gently pushed him inside and before closing the door, said: "Just slip off your pants, dear, and lie down on the bed. I'll be right back...."
Bonnie pulled the door snug before he could say anything. She sensed her breathing coming in deeper and quicker gasps it wasn't going at all the way she wanted it to. The fact that his enticing young penis was obviously at full erection inside his pants was driving her wild inside. Her hotly aroused loins had needed little to stimulate them before his arrival, but since, the lewd hunger had increased dangerously!
God, she couldn't let it happen! She just couldn't! She returned to the living room, picked up her drink and drained it, then finished the rest from the pitcher, sighing brokenly as she polished off the last of the rum and lime juice. Perhaps that would give her the necessary strength...and Lord knows, she was going to need it!
This is the test, Mike, my darling! This is it! If I can do it now, this time, we have it beaten! And I have to do it because I love you...but, oh God, I...I love him too!
CHAPTER SIX
In the blonde Sunday school teacher's bedroom, young Randy Russel removed his pants and shoes and then lay down on her bed, finally rolling over and positioning himself near the edge, lying on his face in his jockey-shorts, his tingling erect cock reminding him of an axe-handle. It wouldn't go down! He'd tried to forget it, think of the whole situation as if he were in a doctor's office, but he couldn't forget the way his father's voluptuous girl friend looked in her panties and brassiere beneath that sexy, filmy thing.
Man, she was beautiful! He could hardly believe what the guys had said. They had to be lying! But why? And why didn't she come? Crap, his plan about the bicycle accident had looked like a perfect subterfuge ten minutes before; only now, he wasn't so sure. And he wasn't so sure that he wouldn't like to have her around the house, either. She was so damned beautiful!
The nervous teenager felt his belly knot up fiercely, as the door opened wide and he turned his face to the side where his father's fianc� was coming into the bedroom. From his position on the bed, he was looking right through her shimmering negligee at her tautly stretched panties, his eyes feasting on the salaciously swollen mound up between her curvaceous thighs. A wild sensation lurched through him and he felt his throbbing cock jump beneath him.
"Well now, let's see just what's wrong here," Bonnie said, easing onto the bed beside him, her throat dry as she gaped down at the stretched-out boy awaiting her, the sight of his tanned and hairless muscular thighs and calves sending unwanted shocks of excitement through her. Her eyes feasted on his narrow hips and cotton-covered buttocks and the leanness of his waist, her trembling hand reaching out to touch the smooth flesh of his leg, a lewdly lecherous shock racing through her at the very contact. "Which...where...which hip-muscle, Randy....? "
His hand moved back and downward, showing her the one farthest from her, his left, and automatically caressing a spot that his shorts covered. "Right there! Man...it hurts when you press it."
Bonnie smoothed her hand over his taut buttocks, feeling all his naked young firmness beneath the cotton of his jockey briefs, the contact with his flesh, even through the cotton, instigating familiar sensations of depraved desire in her belly and loins.
It was an unusual conglomeration of thoughts that filled Bonnie's mind. She knew instinctively he wasn't hurt; no, he was using it as an excuse. But why? His reason could be his young lust, which would be natural...or something deeper...like his mother! Mike! Oh God, Mike, I need you right at this minute! He's beautiful, a perfect splendor in himself...and I'm lost!
The wavering Sunday School teacher let her hand slip up beneath his shorts to caress his ostensibly injured buttocks, her thumb trailing down the crevice between, her mind filling with lustful uncontrollable thoughts as she stroked his smoothly tensed ass-cheeks with mounting fervor. My God! His muscular flesh was as smooth as a baby's, like new unsoiled satin! Oh God...God....!
Randy was ready to cry out when he felt her softly caressing hand ease gently beneath the leg band of his shorts, tenderly examining the sore place in his buttocks and then suddenly beginning to stroke him in a slow circular motion, her thumb actually trailing right along the crack between and always moving downward...downward....!
Oh Christ! Her fingertips were touching his balls! It was as though the boy had been shocked in the groin with a jolt of electricity, the charge racing through his tensely trembling body so that he couldn't hold back the little grunt of stimulation it caused him. He lay motionless, as a corpse might, the sound of her rapid breathing reaching his ears while her tantalizing fingers crept over his adolescent balls like velvet caterpillars until she was cupping them hotly in the palm of her hand with two fingers spread apart to scissor the pulsating base of his swollen cock squashed between his pelvis and the bed!
The moment she touched him, Bonnie knew she was lost. Every nerve in her sensuous body reacted in a tumult of ungovernable lecherous desire. Her reasoning, her vows, even her love for Mike Russel was feeble barriers before the monstrous lust that swept them aside as if they had never been, overwhelming her voluptuous body and mind with uncontrollable compulsive salacity. She could think of nothing but the maleness of Mike's young son beneath her hot hand, and she was searching downward beneath his buttocks in an all-consuming passion between his hard thighs to his sperm-filled balls, until she held their velvety sac cupped possessively and her fingers measured the width of his hardened young cock at its base!
"Unnngggldihh...!" Randy choked, his brain racing wildly and making no sense at all as she tenderly fondled Ins youthful balls and continued to stroke an inch or so of his painfully rigid cock between her fingers. "Wh-What're you...you trying to do?" he groaned stupidly.
"It-It's all right, Randy darling," the older woman hissed, smoothing her other hand beneath his shirt and upward along the hollow of his muscular young back. "Don't be afraid. This is what you came for, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with your hip-muscle, darling. You...you were using that for an excuse. You wanted me to feel your cock, to suck it for you with my mouth! Isn't that the truth, Randy?"
A panicky sensation of fear spiraled through the confused lad at her frank unmasking of his ruse, but it was the sound of the four-letter word "cock" coming from her sensual lips that shot his teenage carnality into high gear. Trapped between his shamed fear at being exposed and the feverish lust mounting rapidly in his loins, Randy couldn't answer her. In fact, he had all lie could do to keep from crying.
Then, he felt her hand moving away from his pleading balls and a disappointed emptiness filled him. He turned his head to see her getting up from the bed, her lovely mouth twisted in a strange smile, her eyes gleaming oddly, and, as he watched, she began to remove the few clothes she had on.
"All right, my little darling...if this is what you wanted...your Bonnie isn't going to disappoint you," she half whispered, letting her negligee fall to the floor, watching his handsome brown eyes widen in obvious fearful excitement when she reached up behind her and unfastened her brassiere, allowing it to slide tautingly down her arms until her lushly ripened breasts were entirely revealed to his astonished gaze. "Do you like them, baby?" she teased, the wave of perverted abandon sweeping over her, welcoming the expression of growing desire in his face as with a lascivious motion she smoothed her hands up to her waist to cup and life her mounds of naked flesh in wanton presentation to him. "Will you suck them for Bonnie, Randy?"
If he was frightened before, Mike's son was absolutely petrified at the moment. He couldn't believe what she was saying and doing or the crazy lustful look on her face and in her eyes. She had changed magically into another person entirely, like a witch or something, only she didn't resemble any witch he'd ever imagined. He had never even seen pictures of girls with tits like hers, and she was holding them right out to him, asking him to suck them! God, his cock was so hard he didn't think he could stand it!
"What's the matter, Randy darling? Do I scare you? Maybe you've changed your mind about having me suck your cock, is that it?" The intoxicated Sunday School teacher tormented luridly, the sudden realization striking her that she was blaming him, holding him at fault for causing her depravity to once more seize control of her, for this time it would surely demolish everything she had hoped for.
Yes, he was to blame, for unquestionably he had come there with nothing else in mind but to destroy her! Why? She could only surmise, but it was her abrupt awareness of his goal that had triggered the sadist in her; she didn't intend to barter her happiness cheaply.
"Something's happening to my little darling's tongue?" she went on, her little smile pulled to one side of her perfect mouth as she watched him ogle her obscenely cupped breasts in apprehensive fascination. Her mind was working in whorish abandon as she caught at the waistband of her flimsy panties and began to roll them down over her hips and buttocks with a squirming movement that caused her softly molded breasts to sway and dance lasciviously.
Dammit! He'd made a mistake, Randy thought fearfully. He'd made the biggest mistake of his life in coming here, but now it was too late! Man...man...she was naked, and there was her bare pussy and all! He'd never seen such beautiful legs and full thighs, and...he could see the wet pink slit between, right through the silky blonde pubic hair sprinkled over it! Oh damn, she was moving toward him!
"Has it, Randy? Something happened to your tongue?" she whispered, slowly kneeing onto the bed and rolling him over until he was prone on his back, his stiffened cock like a tent-pole punching at his shorts. "What's the matter, darling? Don't you like Bonnie as well as you thought you would?" she taunted.
"Oh...oh Jeez . . .I don't know...honest...I...I.. . " the young boy blurted out, his strained eyes fastened on her gently swaying breasts as she leaned over him, unbuttoning his shirt. His throat felt as if he had tried to swallow a golf ball. He wanted to stop her, but he knew he couldn't!
The voluptuous blonde had never before felt the vile passion of sadism, but as she slowly stripped him, it occurred to her that the perverse pleasure was definitely in tune with her lecherous tastes and that perhaps one worked up to that in stages. At the moment the insane knowledge and craving to punish him for what he had done and was doing to her was firing her beyond any depraved drive she had ever known! She hardly thought of him as Randy, Mike's own son, or even reflected on his handsomeness in itself; he was a young enemy caught in the web of his own making, a teenage monster set out to destroy her. And he had, b t not cheaply...never cheaply! He was the epitome of all her seductions. They had all, in truth, made her the blind unaware victim, rather than the opposite. But tonight, this last night of the old and the beginning of the new, was going to be revolutionary for Bonnie, and the wild strains of erotic sensations pervading her nakedly sensual body forecast the evil demented enchantment to come.
"Sit up, Randy!" she ordered, and he did while she pulled his shirt from him.
Then she dropped her head down over him, her long blonde hair trailing over his trembling flesh as she kissed his chest, tonguing her way to each muscular breast and playing with his seed-like nipples until he groaned. Then she moved down over him with distended tongue to lave his chest and belly until she caught her fingers inside his shorts and drew them down while he raised up. At last came the moment when she revealed to herself his lust-swollen cock, almost hugging his stomach in its youth, thicker than most and as long as she liked, its delicious purplish head protruding from the sheath of its loose foreskin.
My God! It was beautiful! She continued to tug his shorts down, revealing his balls that she'd already held but incited more by his sparse pubic hair than by what he had, as soft brown as that on his head and covering his pelvis only lightly.
"You're beautiful, baby!" she exclaimed. Perhaps because his cock was bigger than most boys, like her cousin's from so long ago whatever the reason she threw his shorts to one side and bent down over him quickly, her wild tongue seeking that drop of delicious young sperm bubbling from his jerking cock-tip.
Randy raised his head upright to watch, sensing her experienced hand wrapped around his pulsing cock and gently stroking it from the moment she had grasped it. He had given up trying to believe what was happening: It was enough that it was. She had his aching penis in her hand and was extracting the smooth foreskin so that the head stood out like a glistening plum, and her mouth was just above it, tongue extended. He watched, mesmerized, and saw that little tongue dart out to swipe away the drop from his penis tip. Hell! He'd been wrong! She was beautiful...super! Who could ever have dreamed that his future stepmother would be licking his cock? He had been terribly wrong but how could he make up for it?
The wicked sensations impregnating Bonnie's belly were equal to nothing she had ever known before. Her fire-filled loins tingled with excitement beyond imagination, and her brain was saturated with obscene thoughts of sadistic desire. It occurred to her, as she raised her eyes to glance at her future son-in-law's handsome face while she played with his rigidly swollen cock that her sadistic leaning was not a new development in her depravity. It had been fermenting in her vile subconscious for years, perhaps waiting for the proper victim before bursting forth to take command of her. And this young darling was her shorn lamb. A beautiful boy, yes, but a devil of sorts, too: He had destroyed her entire future. Damn him! He was a young monster!
Suddenly, Bonnie eased her lips down over the head of her victim's pulsing cock and bit it slightly, causing him to whimper and squirm.
"Well," she said, taking his turgid young cock-shaft from her mouth, "I'm delighted to know that you do have feelings, Randy darling. I was beginning to wonder!"
"Oh...auuuggghhh....! Frig it! You...you win, Mrs. Benedict. I'm sorry!" Randy blurted, ready to break into tears.
"Sorry? Sorry for what, baby?" Bonnie hissed, holding his rock-hard length of flesh in her hand and stroking it gently, her lush lips less than an inch above it. "Why should you be sorry? You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted me to play with and suck your cock, wanted to prove that your father's marriage to me was going to be wrong?"
"Oh...oh damn!" Randy gulped, shocked by the ease with winch she had seen through him. The whole truth was out now.
"What was it, Randy? Some fantastic notion that your father and I were going to bring shame to your mother's memory? That's it, isn't it...Isn't it?"
"Please...I don't know...I'm sorry! I was wrong. . . ! I I want you to marry him! Honest, I do! You you're beautiful...!" the aroused boy protested, tears trickling from his eyes while at the same time wild sensations tormented his loins and belly as he watched and felt her stroking his achingly hard cock.
Oh man, he loved her! He really did! He'd do anything she told him to if only she wouldn't hate him, if only she would put his burning cock in her mouth again!
"You are a clever young man, Randy Russel," Bonnie said with meaning, ever watching his distressed, carnally excited young face, his tears pleasing her as she continued to caress his trembling cock and occasionally his bloated balls. "Already, you're looking ahead to other times like this, aren't you? When you and I would be in the house alone and secretly I would take out your stiff little penis and suck it for you, until it shot its hot cum into my mouth! Isn't that right, darling? Isn't that why you suddenly changed your mind? why I look beautiful to you?"
"Oh Holy cow, Mrs. Benedict. Stop it, please!" Randy whimpered and squirmed. Her words were driving him crazy, the way she was hissing them at him and what she was saying! He couldn't stand it! "Please...I'll do anything you say...I'm sorry, don't you see...!"
"Anything, Randy....? " the older woman picked up quickly, an evil inspiration charging into her brain. "Anything I say?"
"H-Honest...anything...only don't be angry at me anymore!" he pleaded.
Bonnie couldn't have continued the salacious excitement boiling in her abdomen had she wanted to. She crawled up in the bed beside him while he watched in frustrated astonishment, then she lay back on the pillow, her firmly up-thrust breasts taunting him further as they flared upright and her thighs spreading apart in lewd invitation.
"Now, we'll see, darling, how well you keep your words," she half whispered, her lust-glazed eyes burning licentiously. "Have you ever really seen or touched a girl's pussy?"
Randy swallowed twice before he could answer. "N No . .no, honest!"
"Then now is your chance, Randy love," she groaned. "If you really meant what you said...get down between my legs and do everything I tell you to!"
The brown-haired teenager couldn't believe that it was possible to arouse any more excitement in him than she already had, but he'd been in error. Suddenly, he was so keyed up inside that he felt like screaming! She wanted him to get right down between her legs! But Jeez, he couldn't even more....!
"Well, little lover?" Bonnie teased, her sensual body a temple of sadistic lust, and even those raging thoughts increasing when she saw him begin to move hesitantly down on the bed, his lean naked body noticeably trembling as he climbed over her legs, his hardened teenage cock jutting out from his sparsely haired loins in urgent anticipation.
She read the frustration on his face and in his wide brown-eyes as they gaped down at her completely exposed pussy, the sight of his apprehensive adolescent lust feeding her own insatiable hunger even more as obscenely she spread her firm-fleshed thighs wider, beginning little obscene undulating circles with her hips and buttocks.
"Lie down on your belly, baby, with your face right up close to my pussy, so you can see inside!" Bonnie ordered, unable to keep the heat of her rising passion from her voice. "T That's right darling...like that. Now...does it look inviting to you?"
Mike's son was speechless! His face hovered only a few inches above the hair-shadowed delight of her nakedly exposed cunt, the first real live cunt he had ever seen! His breath halted in her throat as he watched her pink little slit rotating sensuously, expectantly, and marveled at the narrow crevice that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down to the whitely rounded half-moons of her tensed buttocks, and the puckered brown anus centered there.
"Go ahead, darling, don't be afraid!" Randy's future stepmother hissed. "Take your thumbs and slowly spread it open...so that you see every bit of it!"
Afraid was hardly the word to describe his feelings at that moment, Randy's whirling brain reflected hypnotized, awe-struck, crazy-wild, yes, but afraid, no! He wanted to had to touch it...feel it...to see up inside it! His adolescent heart was pounding in his chest as he eagerly lay the palms of his hands on the inside of her lewdly quivering thighs. With his thumbs gradually touching the fleshy, hair-sprinkled lips of her lust-sensitized cunt, he began to draw them ever so slowly apart, spreading the silken pubic curls and opening the moist pink flanges before him, until its ruby flushed loins and belly an inferno of spasming passion as he ground his swollen aching cock feverish down into the material of the bed.
"Oh...oh, Jesus!" he gasped in lustful fascination. Bits and pieces of flickering mental images that he had conjured up in. his mind as he had sometimes jerked off in the dark of his room raced through Randy's fired mind, and he realized that his most vivid imagination couldn't equal this moment.
He was in some sort of dream! The incredulous boy gaped at the widespread coral-hued mouth glistening moistly with a warm dampness that intrigued him. As he stared, her tight little cuntal mouth actually twitched and palpitated as if attempting to pull something up inside it. Suddenly, he knew why his father wanted to marry her. Man, he'd marry her himself, if he could!
"Is it everything you expected, Randy baby?" Bonnie whispered down at him passionately, her head raised to enable her to look down between her sensitive, desire-swollen breasts, the depravity of her lewd exposure causing surge after surge of obscene excitement to jolt through her perverted brain. "Put your finger in it! Right in the little hole! Hurry, put it in!" she rasped heavily, raising her buttocks from the bed and suddenly feeling the delicious shock of his finger slipping into her wetly clasping cunt, then sliding upward into her tingling vaginal passage.
Oh God! This was truly it using young boys, manipulating them to her bidding! Of all the debased acts she had committed on her little darlings, she had never used them to their fullest advantage. She had, in fact, been used by them. But all that was about to change! They were her toys, hers to do with as she desired, just as this beautiful young boy was. They could be taught, trained, and coerced. They were like puppies schooled at jumping through hoops, except that their sweet young cocks were desirable and delicious like his finger at this very moment exploring her shamelessly excited vagina.
She had never ordered a boy to lick her cunt, the intoxicated Sunday School teacher thought sadistically, but she was going to. She had always tried to seduce them into the act, and some even had done it, feebly. But from this night forward it would be different!
"Tell me you love it, Randy!" she rasped down at him. "Tell me you adore it...want to kiss it...lick it!"
Holy Jesus! The excited fifteen year old was going out of his skull completely! His finger, far up in the soft throbbing confines of her wetly gleaming cunt, was enough to give him the screaming meemies! He did love it...and man, he did want to kiss and lick it!
"Tell me!" Bonnie exclaimed hoarsely.
"Y Yes! Yes! I do!"
"Then kiss it right now, you bad boy! Kiss it and lick it for punishment!" she heard herself order him.
Randy had never even remotely felt such an urge to accept chastisement, but at the sound of her voice and the command she had issued, his iron-hard cock leaped beneath him in feverish excitement, and he knew he deserved everything she was doing to him!
Timidly, he dropped his face and pursued his mouth to kiss one outer lip of her hair-lined pussy. The very closeness sent a signal to his brain that he couldn't deny. He inhaled the delicate female aroma, a warm perfume and piquant scent that excited his already crazed senses to the extreme. God, he was going to lose his wits! He'd planned a terrible thing against her, yet, she was letting him kiss her pussy! She had even ordered him to lick it! And she was right! He'd been wrong...so wrong!
He thrust his tongue out until it too made contact with her warm, musky flesh, the liquid feel of her pussy sending chills along his spine, its delicately tangy taste and smell causing his nostrils to flare in ardor.
"Oooohhh...that's the way, baby! Yesssss....! Lick it all over and keep your finger right up inside it...way in! Ooohhh...you were bad...but Bonnie's going to forgive you...if you do just what she says!
Bonnie felt her hands clutch at his head, her fingers entwining in his long brown hair. She began to moan and gasp, forcefully pulling his face into the damply quaking split of her wide-splayed cunt until his nose was buried and he could hardly breathe. He moved his tongue around wildly, exploring her wet succulent flesh until he found that, when he touched the little hard bud on top, she trembled all over and her breath came in even throatier gasps.
He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth on the pillow above, and suddenly he forced his tongue to join his finger, spearing them both up into the warm velvety depths of her naked vagina while he used his thumbs against her clitoris.
"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned, grinding her hips into the softness of the bed, writhing and squirming, then raising her demanding loins up to him again while she pressed his face into the silken hair-framed flesh, her hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a moist suction action around his teasing tongue.
Dear God, Bonnie whimpered within herself, his young unspoiled tongue was like a wiggling velvet eel licking and prodding up between her open thighs...and then it was laving up through her pussy-furrow to her rigidly responsive clitoris again! Mind-shattering sensations of lurid delight sent rippling tremors over all the nerve-ends of her body as she felt his teenage lips inside her there, circling the tiny pulsating bud and bravely beginning a gently sucking motion.
"Ooooohhh...ooohhhhh! Lit-Little lover...you're beautiful! I I forgive you! I love you, baby, darling! Ooohhhhhh God, yessss...lick and suck it for me, Randy...!"
A tremendous feeling of elation raced through the young boy. She loved him! Oh man, he was really doing it for her shooting her right to the moon! He'd never felt so capable in his life! He raised his eyes to look on her ecstatically twisted face. Her pretty head still tossed back and forth, but slowly now at a set rhythmic pace, her hands caressing and clutching in his hair. The thought abruptly occurred to him that she was trying to move his face down to the little hole from which he had just withdrawn his finger. Well, he wasn't afraid; he'd never be afraid of anything again! His hands moved boldly upward over the smooth flatness of her belly to the resilient firmness of her quivering breasts, cupping and feeling their up-thrust firmness, his young fingers rolling their hardened nipples between them experimentally. Damn, he'd never even touched a girl's tits before!
Suddenly, he felt her drawing up her legs and folding them back, then taking his hands from her breasts and placing them behind her knees as if to hold them there, the movement more lewdly raising her widespread vaginal opening to his mouth and tongue. Christ, he had never seen such an erotic sight! Her entire buttocks was right below his face and spread wide open to him. Now he could see the tiny wrinkled hole of her puckered anus as well as he could her wetly gleaming cunt, and there wasn't one hair around it! She was as smooth as glass from the bottom of her pussy to her rectum....!
"Do it, Randy darling! Lick it!" he heard her command and saw her gaping down between her licentiously raised legs at him with wild gleaming eyes. "Lick your Bonnie's little ass-hole!"
For a moment Mike's son could only stare at her. The salacious twist to her beautiful face and the unbelievable things she was doing, the words she was using all of it was so far beyond the most lustful thoughts he had summoned up when he'd jerked himself off! Lots of times he had thought about playing with a girl's anus with his tongue when he masturbated, but in truth he'd never believed it could happen that any girl would ever let him. And Mrs. Benedict, this gorgeous creature, his future mother, had just ordered him to! Oh man....!
The wave of lecherous sadistic lust that had swept over Bonnie could never be equaled, the sex crazed woman thought as she watched his subservient reactions to her command. He was more excited than frightened with the thought, she decided in studying his facial expressions. He wanted to he really wanted to! She lay back her head and waited, the realization of her obscene actions before his youthfully untainted libido driving her on. God, there had never been anything like him! He was so beautiful! She could marry Mike and have them both, and she would! The idea of them under the same roof with her was nothing short of a heavenly enchantment!
She felt it then, the warm intoxicating contact of his tongue-tip with her sensitively puckered anus, laving and probing courageously at the rubbery little opening, instigating lecherous sensations of rapture that coursed through her trembling, lust-filled body. There had never been such irresistible sadistic carnal pleasure. And then, his adolescent tongue was fucking in and out of her vaginal passage again! He loved that most! The beautiful baby darling....!
"Ooohhhhh...yes, yes...my sweet! You delicious darling! Turn around! Get upside down over me and let your cock hang down above my mouth! I want it now, little lover! I forgive you and I'll prove it! Hurry, baby, I want to suck your sweet little cock and balls!"
Randy did as he was told, hardly knowing why or how he was doing it, his panting gasps sometimes hitching and choking him, his youthful penis aching so badly he thought if she touched it he would scream...but he didn't. He placed his virginally excited loins over her face without ever losing the contact between his tongue and her steaming cunt, always remembering and titillating the tiny erect clitoral bud he had found in the beginning. She writhed beneath him pleasurably as he felt her circling her fingers around his swollen cock, tugging it downward away from his belly. He knew she was raising her head to grasp with wide ovaled lips the length of his boyish shaft, sucking it downward while her soft hands caressed his thighs and moved unerringly toward his balls.
In her wildly untamed passion, the drunken widow sucked his young penis so deeply into the hot, saliva-filled cavern of her mouth that it gagged her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath and then began feverishly running her tongue up and down its soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her touch and tasting the pungently youthful freshness of the seeping lubricating fluid oozing from the little hole at its tip. She cupped his cum-swollen testicles affectionately in the palms of her hands while tiny explosions of lust burst insanely in her brain, and automatically he began to move up and down, in and out of her mouth in lewd cadence to his lashing and probing young tongue in her searing cunt below.
Yes...yes. . . ! This was the ultimate, Bonnie thought. Making him lick and kiss her pussy while she sucked his deliciously tender cock. Never had she known such grossly wicked pleasure, nor had such an avid student, she reasoned.
The desire-demented older woman sucked with fury at his throbbing rod of pulsing flesh embedded to her very throat, feeling him lave with eager moist sounds at her obscenely exposed loins, his strong young hands suddenly clutching at the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he tried to burrow his tongue even deeper up into her heatedly quivering cuntal channel!
She would never be without him! He was magnificent! Oh, the vile and wicked things she would teach him to bring her pleasure! Dear God, her vagina was on fire with the licking flames of lust and evil consuming her! Then, abruptly, she felt his finger working bravely at the tiny puckered ring of her anus. Oh God...like father, like son! Her breath quickened excitedly, and she let him know her accordance by lewdly grinding her buttocks up at his finger. Abruptly, he pushed into it with a slippery movement while she squirmed her ass-cheeks into it with a slippery movement while she squirmed her ass-cheeks, feeling it slide right up inside her rectum to the palm of his thrusting hand.
"Auuuggghhh," the older woman groaned around his expanding organ impaling her mouth, her lips and tongue stopping their gentle caresses momentarily, his delicious invasion of her rectum causing her mounting climax to charge toward its pinnacle!
God, what a beautiful little lover he was! She felt his mouth glued to the elasticized opening of her shamelessly aroused vagina, his thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his pummeling young finger in her anus! Again she began to nurse and suck the hotly thrusting thickness of his adolescent cock with all her strength and experience, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely while her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled at him!
Oh God! He surely had to cum! Bonnie thought desperately, her lips clasped firmly around the throbbing blood-engorged head of his jerking cock, while simultaneously, deep inside her, the violent spasms of her own climax began. She squeezed desperately at his bloated young balls, then raked her nails beneath them as she strained at her own rising orgasm!
"I--I'm cummmmiinnngggg!" Randy suddenly groaned incredulously into the moistly pink flesh of his father's fianc�'s spread-open cunt, and Bonnie felt his young pelvis jerk, the velvety head of his tensed cock swelling warningly in her voraciously sucking mouth...and then it came!!
The groaning young boy ejaculating in wild spurts of teeming creamy liquid, gush after gush of his heated semen answered by the convulsive tremors of her own hips as her climax erupted violently in a tremendous explosion of erotic bliss! Again and again, his hot spurts of youthful cum spewed deep up into her throat while she groaned and sucked wildly, her Adam's apple bobbing licentiously as she swallowed and swallowed the virile nectar squirting into her hungrily gulping mouth!
And then, unbelievably, it was over...shockingly over, Bonnie realized in the dying wake of her frenzied emotions, her face paling even as her body still trembled from the fit of ecstasy that had snapped it, leaving nothing but reality and the horror she expected to follow from her young victim's spite. But that horror didn't follow! There was no hate, no shame, no outward display of self-disgust on his handsome face when he slowly turned around to face her, his blissful expression one of satiated admiration.
The attractive Sunday school teacher could only stare at the handsome boy, as she lay there in her lewdly exhausted position. She was astonished more than anything as she watched his no longer innocent blue eyes move over her whole body appreciatively. And then she saw the tears, and abruptly he was on top of her, in her arms, kissing her face while she hugged him to her lovingly, and he sobed against her naked breasts.
"I I was wrong!" he choked. "Please, try to understand? I I'd love to have...have you be my mom...if you will...honest.. . ! Oh, please...please don't be angry at me?! "
"Oh...oh God!" Bonnie cried out happily, clutching his delicious young body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. The sweet, beautiful darling! He was in love with her!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bonnie Benedict's excitement in discovering that young Randy Russel was so attracted to her as she was to him was short-lived. After her fianc�'s son left her apartment, Bonnie fell into a deep sleep, which was punctuated throughout the night by beautiful dreams of Mike and his son, undoubtedly inducted by the amount of liquor she'd consumed and her blissful state of sexual satiation. But by the next morning, when she awoke, her dreams had already turned sour, and she was soon filled with realization of the hopelessness of her situation.
She stayed away from the liquor bottle until noon, but then she couldn't resist the temptation of dulling her excruciating self-torment any longer, and she set to work on her half-empty bottle of vodka. She'd realized she was drinking too much these days, but that hadn't stopped her. Sometime in the afternoon, she switched to bourbon, but she couldn't remember when she'd come full circle back to the daiquiris which had proved to be her downfall the night before. Before she realized it, it was past time for dinner, and she hadn't had anytime to eat all day.
Mike and Randy: God, these were all things all love! Her mind was still filled with the alluring images of that beautiful young boy. But she loved his father too. She unquestionably did. But she loved Randy, and in a way that was impossible to reconcile with her sense of morality. Oh God, she wanted to marry Mike! There was still a chance that she could become human and normal. Sweet, sweet Mike. He had done all things for her two nights ago. Was it feasible that she could be a normal wife and mother, desiring only to make love with a man who emphatically brought her joy? Dear God, was it?
She'd just finished making her sandwich when the doorbell rang. Mike? Randy? Which? She tripped drunkenly to the door and placed an ear against it.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Mrs. Benedict...Bob Hunter."
Bonnie hesitated. She was like a cat who has been tricked too often. "What do you want?"
"I'm awfully sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I left some notes in the church building at Monday night's meeting, and I got a test in the morning I got to study for."
"I'm sorry, Bob, but you know we aren't allowed to lend out the key," Bonnie answered. "That's church regulations."
"Oh, I know, ma'am," came the friendly juvenile voice from the other side of the door. "That's why I got my father's car outside. I thought maybe I could drive you over there and you could open it for me." There was a pause as the young widow considered his request. If anybody could ill-afford to flunk a test with his poor scholastic record, it was Bob Hunter! "I've already gone past Mr. Russel's house to ask him, Mrs. Benedict, but he wasn't there."
Convinced of the boy's sincerity, Bonnie unlocked her door and opened it.
"Well, all right, Bob, just this once. Come on in while I get a sweater. It's cool out tonight.
The intoxicated blonde was just as glad the husky teenager had brought his father's car, she decided later, as they drove toward the church. With the amount of alcohol she'd imbibed, she was in no condition to drive. It was all she could do just to keep her eyes focused on the part of the road that was illuminated by the car's headlights. In what seemed to be no time, they had reached the church and Bob was helping her out of the car. She stumbled as she got out, and the youth quickly caught her, a strange smile playing on his shadowed face that the unsteady woman didn't notice. In fact, she was not aware of much at all until finally Bob took her keys from her when she couldn't unlock the door, unlocked it quickly, and led her inside.
Bonnie's blue eyes opened wide in surprise as she slowly took in the scene that greeted her in the youth group's carpeted club room. The flickering light from at least a dozen candles arranged in a large circle almost dazzled her and it was a few moments before her liquor-befogged vision could discern that the wavering shadows in front of her were people. And then Ron Jeffers stepped out from the hazy circle of hidden shapes, and Bonnie gasped as she realized he was stark naked!
"Greetings, Mrs. Benedict!" the arrogant youth said, his smirking grin broadening as his hand reached down to fondle his obscenely exposed genitals. "As you can see, we've been expecting you."
Bonnie fell back a step, bumping against her escort, Bob Hunter, whose arms caught around the waist and held her caressingly. A sinking sensation gripped her entrails as she heard the sniggering sounds from different parts of the room while her eyes remained fixed on the large boy's thick penis swelling in lewd erection before her! "Wh-What is the meaning of this...this outrage?" she managed in a slightly thickened, unsteady voice, struggling suddenly to escape Bob's circling arms and brazen hands that had begun to smooth over her belly suggestively. "How did you get in here. Let me go...damn you! How dare you bring me here this way!"
"Oh Bonnie baby, we dare all right!" Ron leered, then chuckled as he began to vilely stroke the heavy foreskin of his lurching penis back and forth, revealing its purplish blood-filled head. "You see, we're having a little party, some beer and pot...you know, all the goodies. And we decided that maybe you'd like to join us, seeing how you know us all, intimately...already sucked our cocks and one thing or another. I mean, you're amongst friends, Mrs. Benedict, eh? Come on, Bob, usher the lovely blackmailing bitch into the limelight where she can see the other guests!"
The Hunter boy still held her and it was simple for him to press her into the center of the room where the flickering blaze from the candles shed enough light for her to recognize the young smirking faces, even Tim Gilmore's which was grinning at her licentiously and vindictively. They were all naked and obscenely handling their swollen young organs!
Oh no, Bonnie thought, her mind incapable of sensible reasoning, her shock of a moment before giving way to rising panic and the first stages of sheer horror. How accurate she'd been about something terribly wrong with the whole picture!
"You remember all these cocks, Mrs. Benedict, huh?" Ron Jeffers said, moving around to her right, his hardened flesh pole thrusting out from his hairy pelvis like a jutting tree limb. "You should anyway, you've managed to get at them all with your lousy tricks. Take that one right there that's Tim's eh! Give her a nod, Tim,"
The shapely blonde again heard the snickers as Tim Gilmore lewdly waggled his stiffened penis at her and the others all followed with similar lascivious antics when the brazenly naked boy called out their names.
"...Tommy Lambert...Ted Burns...and of course, old Bob Hunter will whip his out any minute for you, just for old times' sake," Ron went on luridly, while her brain struggled in frantic half-drunken fear to light upon some means of escape. But even as she strained her mental capacities, the alcohol-dazed blonde knew that it would be useless. She was absolutely helpless against their number and strength, and it was plain enough to see that they'd had it all planned.
"W Why....? Why are you...doing this to me?" the frightened woman heard herself choke feebly. "I I've never hurt...any of you!"
"Hey, come on, Mrs. Benedict," Ron soothed with a grin as he moved toward her, his big hand, grasping her wrist when she tried to shrink back from him. The older boy jerked her against his hairy naked body, drawing her arm up behind her as he crushed her to his overgrown frame, his long thick cock vertically furrowing into the softness of her clothed belly. Then with his other hand, he grasped her long hair from behind and twisted it painfully until her face was forced upward to his and he kissed her, ramming his hot tongue forcefully up into her mouth, while his companions laughed excitedly.
Bonnie tried to fight his strength, but it was ridiculous. He was a teenage brute dim-witted, spoiled and, at the moment, high on marijuana. Finally, she let herself go limp against him to avoid the pain that he was sending in cruel shock-waves to her brain, and the feel of his swollen young penis pressing into the yielding flesh of her belly became more intense with the passing seconds. She felt his one free hand smoothing down her back and over her buttocks caressingly, then clutching at the crevice separating them, hauling her tighter against his throbbing naked cock. Finally, he lifted his mouth from hers and grinned tauntingly down into her face. "That's better, I mean, here we are inviting you, the only girl, to our party and right off you're getting all up tight, eh guys?"
The helplessly trapped blonde heard their laughing grunts of agreement and fought to hold back her tears. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. But, dear Lord, it was all about to come back in retribution, wasn't it? What a lecherous fool she had been, leading herself right into such a horrible position. How clever she had gloated herself to be, scheming to entrap them one by one to satisfy her depraved lust, never dreaming they might form into a crusade against her, which was exactly what they were doing.
"You see, Bonnie baby, the way we figure it, you're beautiful enough to take us all in a single situation," Ron Jeffers said, continuing grin down into her face while he held her arm behind her. "But you always used some little thing, like catching Tim stealing, to stick us in a bad fix. I mean, how do we know you aren't actually going to get religion someday and turn us all in, eh?"
"So here we are sitting around having a little grass and beer, and up comes your name! Like that, we all decided that a girl who likes cock the way you do should at least once get her fill, eh? I mean, you've gone down on us all individually, but have you ever considered what it might be like having all our cocks in a gang fuck at the same time? Now, have you, doll? Come on, tell the truth...."
"Please...please don't...I'm going to marry Mr. Russel...don't do anything like...like that to me!"
"Old Mikie, eh?" Ron mocked. "Terrific guy. Knows the score and understands. Randy's okay, too. You sucked him off yet, baby?"
"Please, Ron, I beg of you...stop...please stop!"
"Hey...you're something else, lady!" he said, his smile fading, his luring face drawing in pinchedly. "You just refuse to get the picture. Okay, I'll be more explicit! It's like this: We're going to have a little party to insure that you let us off the hook. I mean, a few pictures while you're sucking this one and that one, things like that. But just as you made us believe, we won't use them as long as you do as you're told maybe come around for a lineup when we want you. You know, tow the line?"
Bonnie was drunk, she knew, but it was not her liquor consumption that was crippling her thinking capacities. There was just no way she might have outwitted this teenage monster and his young pack of lusty wolves that she, herself, had pervertedly compromised. And in all truth, if she'd let herself face it, she couldn't much blame them, could she? Retribution was never kind, and she was about to glean her earnings. But God, there were five of them!
"That's the way, Bob," Ron was saying, bringing her back to the cruel reality of the scene. She felt the boy who had brought her there kneeling behind her, his hands around her waist, unfastening and drawing the zipper down her slacks. "Let's get this hot little cocksucking bitch stripped for a little gang fucking!"
She smelled the sweet sickening smell of their marijuana, while Bob Hunter unleashed her slacks, letting them fall around her lower legs, and Ron unbuttoned her blouse, finally opening it and caressing her straining breasts inside her brassiere lewdly.
The drunken young widow couldn't deny the rising sensations their youthful hands upon her were triggering! She gaped around the room at the expectantly hardened cocks thrusting lewdly from loins she knew too well, each and any one of them enough to set her off in her own environment. Ron's and Bob's hands moved over her skillfully, tugging off her slacks, blouse and brassiere, and then Bob was slowly pulling her soft pink panties down over her knees and ankles.
God! She was naked, as naked as they were! She saw them all moving in on her while Bob slipped his arms around her from behind, his hands squeezing and fondling her swelling breasts, his erectly stiff penis pressing into the crevice between her smoothly rounded buttocks, as Ron dropped to his knees in front of her, his big hands roaming over her naked flesh her breasts, belly and thighs. And then they were all crowding in as close as possible to rub their turgid young organs against her tingling flesh!
Dear God, she was helplessly alone and completely at the mercy of their drug-incited lust. Weird masochistic sensations raced through her at the thought, her liquor-drenched brain unable to hold back the mischievous imps of sensuality their lewd fondling of her naked flesh had unleashed tiny dancing imps of hell that had governed the realm of her lecherous body too long to ever relinquish hold over it.
"Oh...oh God...!" she moaned, as Ron's juvenile lips closed over and nipped teasingly at the curling pubic hairs covering the mound at the base of her belly.
The boy felt her shudder and raised his face to grin triumphantly up at her. "That's the way, doll, let yourself get with it. Enjoy all these stiff cocks that are anxious to show their appreciation for the way you've handled 'em in the past." He laughed, the others joining him. "Okay, guys, let's just carry her right over there onto the rug where we can really do her justice, eh?"
They did, lifting her in their arms as if she were weightless, placing her on her back in the ring of candles, all of them dropping to their knees on the carpet and surrounding her, their youthfully hardened penises jutting excitedly out from their hair-dotted loins.
But it was the heavy poker-hard length of thick cock-flesh poling out from their leader's hairy loins as he stood at her feet looking down at her that was sending the only waves of real fear through the shapely Sunday school teacher.
It had been the abnormal size and length of it that had lewdly fascinated her the first time she had uncontrollably seduced Ron Jeffers. Dear God, she had hardly been able to get her mouth over it, she remembered, and even then she'd had to stroke it vigorously to make him cum; and afterwards she had vowed never to touch him again. He'd been like a rutting young bull trying to ram it down her throat while he clutched at her head.
"Spread them beautiful legs open wide, Mrs. Benedict," Ron said, his drug-hazed eyes gleaming wickedly. "Don't be bashful, eh?"
Bonnie spread her legs, but only slightly, her mind still filled with fearful thoughts of that first time. God, if only his were small and tender like the others. Oh, she must be losing her wits entirely! Here she lay hopelessly subjected to their slightest whim, and instead of being shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive inside with a wild mounting desire! Oh God, what a hopelessly lost woman she was!
"Wider, baby, as far apart as you can get
'em!" Ron hissed and, obscenely, she responded, spreading her trembling thighs to the farthest extent until the whole of her defenselessly naked cunt was exposed to him. "Fuck! Look at that delicious sight, will you?" the older boy invited hoarsely. "Oh man, am I going to feast on that!"
"Go ahead, Ron! Eat her pussy! Can't you see how bad she wants it?" Ted Burns prodded, grinning widely.
"Yeah, slip a tongue up in that Ron!" Bob Hunter chimed in as he lay down beside the helpless gasping woman and took her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for his head. "Me, I'm going to suck me a little tit. Won't you join me, Tommy? You'll never find two more luscious ones!"
"You've got a point there, Bob," the other boy replied quickly, taking a similar position on the other side of Bonnie until she was lying there with her arms around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with raised knees, her firmly rounded thighs wantonly agape before the beady eyes of Ron Jeffers.
"Oooohhh!" the shamed Sunday School teacher gasped as she felt both boys begin to greedily fondle the smoothly resilient flesh of her up-thrust breasts, kissing and tonguing her nipples and finally sucking them hungrily into their hot young mouths. She could feel their warmly pulsating cocks pressed against her hips, and both of them immediately began a lewd rhythmic undulating motion with their pelvises as she felt Ron's large hands make contact with the flesh of her inner thighs, causing her breath to catch passionately in her throat. Then his smirking young face lowered and his tongue slid out of his mouth to make a searing contact with her pussy.
"Oooohhh...." she whimpered again when she felt tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her hopelessly excited vagina, Ron's tongue suddenly flicking out at the palpitating opening within. Every muscle in her body tautened in pleasure as he licked the entire length of her vaginal crevice, while sounds of growing ecstasy rose in her throat. She felt his thumbs spread open the puffy excited edges of her cunt, and then he rammed his long stiff tongue up through her sensitive pink flesh.
"Aaaggghhh...."
Bonnie groaned, gasped and twitched spasmodically beneath the lustful mouths and tongues sucking and biting at her hard nippled breasts while the third boy fucked his tongue in and out of her simultaneously eager and unwilling vagina, then licked upward to circle her erectly quivering clitoris. Abruptly Ron's lips sucked, drawing the soft inner folds into the warm shelter of his mouth while his tongue kept up its spine-shattering licking against the tiny nerve-plexus between her legs.
"Ooooohhh...oh God, yes...yessss!" she whimpered, already feeling the first stages of orgasm beginning in her belly from their licentious ministrations to her defenseless drink-possessed body.
Then she saw young Ted Burns taking a position above her face, his feet on either side of her head and facing the others; he squatted down until his small balls dangled above her mouth and the little brown hole of his hair-ringed anus nearly touched her nose. Mindlessly she flicked her tongue, beginning to lave and coat his young testicles with her saliva, finally raising her head voluptuously and opening her lips wide to gently suck what she could of them into her mouth.
She heard the youngster groan, then felt him raising up again. Reluctantly she let him free, but not for long. He was repositioning himself between her body and theirs so that his hardened and familiar cock was above her wetly trembling lips. With one hand he forced it down and withdrew the foreskin, holding it for her to quickly raise her head and suck it into the heated interior of her greedy mouth, and he immediately began to fuck in and out of her face, his rigid cock-shaft nearly choking her as it probed with boyish lust up toward her throat.
The naked young widow suddenly lost all conception of time and space. Her depraved passion, heightened by the liquor, quickly drove her beyond any rational stage. The perverted streak inside her had destroyed all restraint she might once have possessed, she realized as she wantonly and masochistically gave her incited flesh to their young depravity. Insane sensations of carnal bliss permeated every inch of her wantonly squirming body, and she sucked with an obscene hunger at Ted Burns' swelling penis, knowing from experience that in moments it would be spewing its heated gushes of sperm up into her waiting throat while the slavish tongues and mouths pulled enchantingly at her taut nipples, and the boy licking up between her legs sent erotic jolts of forbidden pleasure racing through her uncontrollably throbbing cunt and belly. God, she was going to cum herself, any minute!
Then, as a new intruder began playing around her anus, she braced herself, sensing his finger pressing teasingly against the tightly puckered little hole until suddenly it popped up inside her and slid unhesitantly right up into the depths of her rectum! She groaned around the stiffly thrusting cock in her mouth, the sound increasing as suddenly she felt a second finger join the first in her anus, and finally a third, making her gasp and choke as they began to worm and thrust tormentingly in and out of her back passage.
"How do my fingers feel plugging up your ass, Mrs. Benedict?" Bonnie heard and recognized Tim Gilmore's voice. "You see, I want to stretch it good and proper for you before I shove my cock in it later on!"
The freckled-face youth said more, but the perspiring blonde didn't listen. His sadistic invasion of her rectum, coupled with Ron's delightful licking of her wet cunt and the young hungry mouths at her breasts, was triggering her climax. The final embellishment was Ted Burns' jerking cock brushing the back of her throat!
"Oh man...I'm going to cum! he gasped. "Suck it! Suck it hard!"
In seconds, the attractive widow's mouth was flooded with a torrent of creamy hot sperm that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath as she gulped with lustful hunger at the viscous fluid ejaculating rampantly from his jerking teenage cock, driven to the depths of her fervidly constricting throat. Simultaneously, her own building pressure peaked and burst sending ecstatic jolts of rapture racing over and through her convulsing body.
She felt Ted's youthful ejaculating cock growing limp in her mouth as she pulled and sucked on it, licking feverishly for its last drop, but then she raised her head to gape down at Ron between her widespread thighs, her passion released, hoping that he would stop and that Tim would remove his hotly thrusting fingers from her rectum. But one look at Tim's grinning face and Ron's upraised beady eyes let her know different. They didn't intend to stop not even for a moment! Dear God, she realized, jerking frantically as the older boy's tongue continued to stab and lick at her inflamed clitoris, they intended to exhaust her, to extract her perverse mind slowly out through her agitated cunt...and as their sadistic leader continued to mouth and tease the tiny intricate little bud of her clitoris, she sensed the pressure beginning to build once more. Oh Lord, she would cum again in a minute!
"My turn now, Ron!" Tim said, extracting his fingers from her rectum with a moist hissing sound. "You take a tit and let one of the boys take over her asshole!"
"Okay!" Ron replied, raising his face that was damp and coated with the moistness of her orgasmically flowing vagina. He grinned at their helpless prisoner. "How goes it, Mrs. Benedict? Felt good, didn't it? Well, just you wait, you sweet little cocksucker. It's only the first of many...of a great many more...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mike had called Bonnie's apartment twice, surprised that his fianc� hadn't answered, but he'd finally settled on the logical possibility that she had taken a sleeping pill and the phone's ring couldn't penetrate her deep sleep. Well, she probably needed the sleep with whatever was troubling her.
"No answer?" Randy questioned from his place on the couch, the book in his lap still opened at the same page as when he and his father had sat down an hour before.
"No, she's undoubtedly sleeping," Mike answered, lowering himself into his chair.
"You think she's okay?" his son asked, the concern in his eyes apparent.
"Of course. She's probably taken a sleeping pill," Mike responded with a smile, placing his dead pipe between his teeth. He picked up his newspaper and made motions of losing himself in it, but in fact he was thinking about his son.
The tall dark-haired father couldn't quite fathom the change that had seemingly made an understanding young man out of his boy overnight, and in all truth he wasn't certain that he deserved to know. Perhaps the permissive age they lived in bore considerably more merit than his own generation liked to give it; at least, from a selfish standpoint, it appeared that way to him. In any case, he wouldn't question whatever or whomever had made a young adult of his son. He could only be pleased about the boy's radical changes of heart.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Maybe we ought to go over and see if she's okay."
The church youth group leader smiled. He was pleased to know the concern of his unfathomable son. He said: "That's a warm pleasant idea, Son, but I don't believe we should. At this point, Bonnie still values her privacy. I don't want to invade that. Can you understand, Randy?"
"Well...yes, I guess so, but.. . "
"But?"
"Oh...nothing, Dad."
Mike picked up a glass of brandy he had at his side and sipped at it, watching his son lift his book and seemingly get interested. Strange, he thought, but for a moment he'd had a weird feeling that whatever was between Bonnie and himself was some kind of middle-aged delusion. But, of course that was ridiculous...or was it? Did he really want to marry her? Was he so much in love that he wanted to bring her into their house, to be a mother to his son? Their sex relationship had been beautiful, of course, but even whores could be beautiful sometimes.
"What're you thinking about, Dad?" Randy asked, looking up and smiling. "I could tell by the expression on your face...."
"Nothing really, Randy . . .just contemplating. Look, read your book, eh?"
Randy again buried his face in his book, but Mike himself couldn't read. He didn't know where that odd thought about his love for Bonnie being a delusion-had come from, but it had hit him with startling impact. In fact, as he continued to pretend to read, his thoughts were concentrated totally on his emotions of the past few days. What did he really feel? Was this truly love that he felt for Bonnie? Oh, he knew that he desired her in a physical way; hell, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, his dead wife included. But was that enough? Maybe there was something missing in their just-born relationship, and perhaps a clue to that could be found in the fact that he wasn't over-anxious to find out where Bonnie was or what she was doing if in fact she wasn't at home asleep. And it was awfully early.
His thoughts continued to bore in upon this same subject for the rest of, the evening, and by the time Randy went to bed, Mike was aware of a growing suspicion of his motives in asking Bonnie to marry him. In fact, by the time he himself went to bed, he was no longer at all sure he would marry her, as beautiful and alluring as she was. He couldn't help comparing the emotion which bound them together with that which he'd shared with his first wife, and his love for Bonnie, or his physical attraction or whatever, somehow didn't seem strong enough to bind them together inseparably.
Actually, there was no reason for alarm over his newborn caution. Men and women had fallen into infatuating circumstances before and survived with little difficulty once their eyes were opened, and he could immediately set about opening Bonnie's. She was too much of a beautiful person not to understand, or see the way their delightful sexual encounter had swayed them. Perhaps if she were willing, and certainly many girls were, they could carry on a warmly satisfying but purely physical relationship in that capacity. And who knows, maybe eventually something permanent might even come of it. But in the end, it was Randy who wouldn't let Mike sleep. The boy had made such a sudden change in his own viewpoint from total opposition to his father's proposed marriage to Bonnie to complete acceptance. Of course, Mike knew of the rumors that the boys in the youth group liked to pass around, but he didn't give them any credence. He also didn't think Randy would be swayed by the obvious fantasies of his youthful peers. In fact, Mike himself remembered a few tall stories he'd told about some of the pretty older women who'd passed through his life at that imaginative age.
It was ridiculous, he knew...and yet, just the thought that there might be any truth to the rumors, or that Bonnie and his son...Oh shit, this was ludicrous, Mike thought, as he climbed into his empty bed. Bonnie was a good person, and a deeply religious one, he chided himself. To even suppose that the reason for Randy's abrupt change of face might have been caused by...well, it was ridiculous. That was all there was to it!
* * *
Bonnie paid little mind to Ted Burns who had produced a camera and was hopping around, taking flash-bulb shots of the continuous orgy in the church meeting-room from every conceivable angle. She could barely concentrate on anything but the continual resurgence of ecstatic sensations the marathon of young mouths and tongues salaciously sucking and licking at every erogenous area she possessed were forcing her to endure. Already she had lost count of the orgasms her trembling and nearly exhausted body had experienced, or who was between her thighs, or sucking her breasts, or thrusting their cock in her mouth and emptying their fiery sperm down her exhausted throat while fingers routed and gouged the spongy soft flesh of her abused rectum.
Vaguely now, the tortured youth group sponsor gave thanks for the liquor she had drunk, for without its anesthetizing effects she would surely have gone mad by this time. Her frantic body was quaking; it was nothing more pan a mass of erotically tortured nerve-ends. Unceasingly the teenage gang had kept up their oral ravaging, and for how long it had gone on, Bonnie had no idea. Nebulously, she was aware that now and then there would only be one or two of them at her, while the others drank beer from cans along with smoking their pot and playing the audience, obviously taunting their flaccid young cocks back into rigid erection once more.
Dear God, it couldn't go on much longer, or she would go absolutely insane! Yet, they only sniggered obscenely each time she pleaded with them, and whoever was taking a turn at the endlessly seething inferno up between her thighs would begin to lick and suck fiendishly until the convulsive spasms jolted again through her loins and belly in a paroxysm of agonized climactic pleasure.
"Oh...oh my God, please...stop!" Bonnie begged once more, tossing her head back and forth on the carpet in the aftermath of a numbing series of little climaxes from the viciously sucking mouth of Tommy Lambert. "Stop....! Oh God, stop! You're driving me mad!"
"Hey...is that any way to show appreciation?" Ron Jeffers asked, grinning down at her through his drug-glazed eyes, the sight of the thin string of whitely glistening seminal fluid stretched from the corner of her open mouth down over her chin giving his lust an added charge. "You surprise me, Mrs. Benedict. Here we are taking turns sweating our asses off trying to satisfy that greedy cunt of yours, and this is the way you thank us?"
"Oh God, please...no more...no; more...." Bonnie pleaded, trying to focus on his face as he stood above her lewdly stroking his again hardened cock. "I beg you...all of you, no more of that...I can't stand it!"
"No more of what, doll?" Ron teased, waiting to hear her say it, and wondering if she was ready for phase two of their well-planned little orgy
"Ooooooh...the...the licking and...and sucking...my cunt.. . " the shapely blonde whimpered in a debased shame she had never before known, using the vilest of terms because she was certain it was what he...they...wanted to hear. She had to gain their mercy somehow. Anything else they might conceive doing to her would be a relief now.
God, she couldn't cum one more time!
"Okay, baby, seeing you put it that way," Ron agreed, nodding down at Tommy Lambert who raised his wet shining face from between her obscenely spread thighs and noted the sigh of deliverance escaping from her voluptuously trembling body. Man, she was a luscious bitch, he thought, gaping at her firmly rounded breasts that they'd all sucked into swollen hardness and down over the white plane of her belly to the hair-fringed area between her ravaged cunt-lips, which lay open now to expose the wetly glistening flesh they had purposely tormented beyond reason. "So...what say to a bit of fucking now, Mrs. Benedict, eh?"
The attractive widow stared up at him, her skin cringing at the sight of his loins, his bloated testicle sac hanging menacingly beneath. He was giving her no choice, she realized; it was let him fuck her senseless or more of the ordeal she had just gone through! Then she saw the others moving in to surround her again, all of them with re-erected penises except for the thirteen year old Ted Burns with his camera. Oh no...my God, not all of them...!"Well, baby...maybe you're not ready, eh," Ron said when she made no answer, signaling to Bob Hunter who immediately started to drop down between her still widespread thighs. "A little more cunt-licking ought.. . "
"No, please, not that! I'm ready. Yes, fuck me...anything, but no more of that!" Bonnie pleaded, raising to her elbows shakily.
"All right," Ron replied, as if he were answering a request. "If that's what you want, doll, we'll fuck you. As a matter-of-fact, Tim' and I've been saving our whole load for this act of the party. Right buddy? You know, Mrs. Benedict, we wanted to make sure you went away happy tonight, and that shows you the type of concerned young people we really are."
A wave of lascivious laughter echoed from the others.
"Oh God...!" Bonnie moaned, choking in her trepidation. Then she saw Ron dropping down onto the carpet beside her and stretching out on his back, his up-thrust cock pointed ceiling-ward.
"Come on, doll," he ordered lewdly. "Let's get up over me here and give it a little kiss and a lick before I bury it in that pretty cunt, eh?"
Of them all, only this overgrown pothead actually repulsed Bonnie, and had ever since she'd made the stupid mistake of letting her depravity get the better of her that first time. She realized that her likes or dislikes were not apt to be taken into consideration, yet she:: couldn't hold back the feeling of utter loathing she felt as with an unsteadily shaking body, the drink-and-lust-sated blonde arose to her knees and then climbed astride his powerful legs and bent down over his thickly rigid shaft of hot boy-flesh.
He raised his head to watch when she subserviently grasped his massively distended cock inside her slender fingers. She felt his heated hardness lurch to her touch, a surprising sensation rippling through her own belly at the hotly throbbing feel of it in her hand. She began to work the thick foreskin up and down over its bulbous blood-engorged head, finally drawing it all the way back until the moist spongy glans was exposed. Then she kissed it with ovaled lips, letting her tongue spear out to penetrate the slit of its glans opening and tasting the piquant tang of seminal fluid that clung there.
Bonnie heard him grunt beneath her laving tongue, and she began to lick his sensitive underside, swirling around the coronal rim, her loathing and repulsion of him rapidly dwindling before the lecherous tingling the long hard penis against her lips and tongue kindled inside her. She sensed an unbelievable tremble of excitement race up her spine as she licked her way down the thick shaft to his swollen balls, kissing and coating them with the saliva from her mouth, her own incredible desire building almost painfully in her loins and belly. Dear God, was there no end to her depraved hunger?
"Oh fuck!" Ron exclaimed vilely. "Get up over me and get it into your cunt, baby! Man, I've got to fuck you! You're too much!"
Bonnie didn't try to restrain the little smile of egotism his words sparked as she did his bidding. Yes, she thought licentiously, she could still handle the likes of his adolescent desire. She moved up over him on her knees with her prim thighs spread wide, her full sensuous breasts hanging and swaying above his barrel chest, her still moist and open cunt directly above the tip of his heavy young penis. Then with one hand, she reached back between her legs, grasping the hardened shaft to draw its head back and forth through her swollen, hair-lined cunt lips..
"Oh shit...!" Ron gasped, thrusting his pelvis upward uncontrollably. "Get the goddamn thing in, will you bitch?"
Again Bonnie displayed the little smile that reflected her lust-filled ego, plus thankfulness now for her moistly dilated vagina which their fiendish licking and sucking were responsible for.
Tim Gilmore watched it all from behind, his face almost touching Ron's legs and Bonnie's beautiful buttocks, his eyes gaping as he watched her place his buddy's thick cock-head right at the quivering mouth of her distended vagina, then push her ass-cheeks down onto it with a swoosh, taking the whole frigging thing right up inside her pussy on the first lunge! He heard her let out a heavy moan and Ron grunt in reaction as she rocked back and forth on his turgid penis, then lifted her hips, her clutching pink pussy sucking and pulling at it only to plunge down again, this time with an abandoned circling undulation of her loins. For a moment, Tim thought he might shoot off just watching the horny sight!
Christ, that was the thing about her! No one guy was going to tear her up with his feeble cock! Like Ron had said, she was too much, which was the reason they'd teamed and planned the whole orgy. Man, they'd really had her going there for awhile; she'd cum so many times her guts must've been ready to fall out. But here she was right back for more!
Tim stared at the little spongy ring of her raised anus, all puckered and brownish without a hair around it, but swollen and maybe stretched a little now from his and the other guys' fingers. The aroused red-haired boy stared, watching her asshole bob up and down between the rounded white half-moons of her spread-open buttocks and wishing to hell it was his turn next. But it wasn't! According to the plan, Bob made the next move when Ron gave him the signal. Then, his shot came with Tommy joining in and poor Ted catching pictures of it all. Well, somebody had to do that too, according to Ron that was, if they wanted to make the whole crazy scene pay off, so that they could do it again when the urge hit them, which was friggin' often! Anyway Ted was a one-cummer; hell, he was only thirteen.
Ron was clutching the naked young widow's rhythmically dancing breasts, squeezing and kneading their resilient satin smoothness while he lifted from the floor to thrust his thick aching cock up into the tight velvety confines of her grasping cunt-channel. Shit, she was...she was too much! Her long blonde hair hung down to graze and tickle his cheeks, and there was a smile on her face, a confident little smile that was drawing the sap right out of him. His balls churned almost painfully, he'd held his load back for so long; and when he lifted her breasts up and looked at her plunging cunt swallowing up his cock, he couldn't believe it!
"Wh-What's wrong, Ron?" Bonnie panted, ever smiling down at him. "Is it too much for you this way....? "
The big boy choked, his words bunching in his throat before he got them out, and Bonnie's smile twisted to a salacious grin.
Damn them! she thought. She'd show them who their mistress was, and she'd enjoy the delights of their cocks in the bargain! But it was this one, the leader, she had to humble first; and then the others would be easy. For a moment in the beginning, when she'd plunged down on the thick shaft and its rubbery head had battered her cervix, she'd had her moment of doubt. But now, that very same nudging and pummeling was instigating a delicious pressure in her belly.
"Now, Bob!" the naked delinquent under her said, interrupting her thoughts, and Bonnie sensed a spasm of apprehension at the sound of his voice.
Abruptly, she felt another presence moving in behind her and automatically assumed it to be Rob Hunter. She sensed his hands on her buttocks, warm and caressing, then smoothing to her hips, the heat of his body evidence of his closeness.
"Wh-What are you going to...." she started.
"Shut up, you cunt!" Ron snarled up at her viciously, and she did, bringing her grinding fucking motion to a decisive halt, a new trepidation of fear suddenly sweeping over her. "Damn you, you're going to be hard to teach, aren't you? You can't believe that you lose and we win! Well, maybe it's better that way, baby, but I assure you, we're going to win, even with your hot cunt that can't seem to get enough cock."
Oddly enough, though she knew that she should be, Bonnie was not frightened. The thought had registered in her mind that no matter how they violated her now, any act or acts couldn't possibly throw her into the state of hysteria she had reached through their sucking and licking of her. And then, Ron's withdrawal of his swollen cock from her wildly excited vagina until only the tip rested at its mouth and the simultaneous presence of a second shaft that had to be seated upon the first, both nozzles pointed and geared toward the passage of her dilated cunt, made her understand with a horrible burst of realization what they had in mind. They were going to double-fuck her!!
"Oh...oh no! Please...I can't take them both...."
"Ready, Bob?"
"Say when, Ron!"
"Oh no...please, boys......?"
"One...two...threeee...give!"
They did together Bob clutching at her hips powerfully, destroying any thoughts of evasion she might have entertained, their pair of hotly throbbing penises smashing up into her stretched vagina like devastating pile-drivers, immediately widening her defenseless little cunt with breath-taking shocks of agony that eliminated all sense of ego and self-respect she might still have enjoyed.
"Aaaaauuuuggghh! Stop! Please! Stop!" Bonnie wailed in her immediate agony. "My God! What kind of little animals are you?"
Ron laughed up into her face drunkenly. "Fuck-animals, Mrs. Benedict! That's it! Fuck-animals! What kind are you?"
She couldn't speak! The penetration of both their hardened penises together up into her painfully stretched vagina was more than breath-taking, it was pagan! She remembered once reading about it, the thought intriguing her, but the real act.. . ? And without hesitation, they continued to fuck into her, in and out, as if they had practiced, she thought in confused agony. My God, they were stretching her beyond reason!
"Oh...oooohhh, dear Lord!" she gasped as they plunged ruthlessly up into her. "You're killing me! You're killing me!"
"Is it nice, baby?" Ron hissed up at her. "Do you love it?"
"Ooooohhh! Oh...oh Goddd...yes...yesss, yesssss! Do it...do ittt! Fuck me with both cocks! I want you to! I doooo!"
Bonnie could hardly comprehend the weird sensations her tortured vagina was telegraphing to her brain, the never-before-equaled enchantment returning to permeate her body, firing her satanically against her will. She was insatiable! She knew it now for certain! Anything evil and obscene, had it to do with sex, was her passion; and knowing it, she could pump her hips and buttocks like a wanton whore down onto the uplifted teen-aged cocks scoring the sensitively responding flesh of her cunt.
But it was Bob who soon began to whimper, grasping feverishly at her hips and thrusting his cock in unison with Ron's into her tightly clasping vaginal passage.
"I-I can't hold it, Ron! I-I'm going to cummm!"
"Okay, so shoot it!" Ron spat contemptuously. "Let the hot bitch have it!"
Bonnie moaned uncontrollably at the licentious thought of Bob Hunter's virile young cock ejaculating prematurely into her while the older boy's continued to fuck on uninterrupted. The two shafts of hardened cock-flesh adjoined in her mind's eye like a double-barreled weapon, and she pumped her salaciously spread buttocks and genitals up and down on them, suddenly feeling the upper one jerking and swelling, while its youthful owner clutched brutally at the quaking flesh of her hips and began to chant:
"Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh...oh...here it cuuummmmssss...!"
The totally subjugated Sunday school teacher and youth leader felt it squirting from the tip of Bob's desperately ramming cock in thick hot jets of viscous male liquid, immediately lubricating the walls of her over-stretched vagina with a welcoming coating that increased the sensitivity of her passage by ten-fold. But then it was growing limp, almost pulpy, until it was gone, and the single thrusting cock still charging up into her, the one she had feared because of its size, no longer was enough! It was as if she were trying to fuck a baby penis, plunging her obscenely dilated cunt down onto it with wanton undulating motions of her hips and buttocks in her effort to maintain the friction of his fiery hot flesh against the expanded sheath of her intensely excited cuntal passage!
"Oh...God...more! Someone else...put your cock in there with Ron's! Please...hurry!" she gasped breathlessly.
"Sonofabitch!" Ron choked, as she bucked and strained on top of him like a woman gone mad, her beautiful face contorted in debauched lust. He clutched at her hanging breasts cruelly, mauling them and biting their nipples as he smashed his thick rigid cock up to meet her downward plunge, the fear beginning to rise in him that maybe she was too much for them after all. "N-Now, Tim! Get it into her!"
Tim Gilmore knelt behind his blonde youth leader, moving in when Bob was finished, his cock like a throbbing poker as he gaped at the stretched swollen outer flesh of her cuntal channel and Ron's heavy penis pistoning up into it, all moist and glistening from the mixture of Bob's semen and her cunt-juice that was matting the hair at the base of Ron's cock and dribbling down his balls.
Frig, he hadn't thought he could wait much longer for Ron's signal, and then she'd started to beg for another cock and he knew it was time! He was already kneeling up snug to her, his hands on her hips covering the red welts that Bob had left there, his brain pot-fogged sponge of adolescent lust as his eager eyes centered on the raised little ring of her inflamed anus that was puffy and not quite so tight since they'd finger-reamed it.
"Hold it, baby," Ron ordered hoarsely. "Here comes your other cock!"
"Oh...yes...!" Bonnie moaned, bringing her body to a temporary motionless position and obscenely thrusting her buttocks back by dipping her waist and spreading her knees wider, the absolutely depraved thought of two virilely hardened penises again inside her, inciting her wickedly. She felt Tim's hands on her hips, then the nudging of his young hard penis as it played in the dampness, coating the entire area of her genitals, its spongy tip moving provocatively up and down the crevice separating her gapingly spread buttocks. "Hurry! Please, Tim get it in!" she hissed passionately, squirming her hips as if to help him...but then, she froze!
God! What was he doing? She sensed his thumbs on either side of her tiny virginal anus, pressuring outward as if to open the tight little hole! Oh no, dear God, she was too sore there from their finger-fucking!
"Oh, please, not there! Don't! I can't...not with the other one in my vagina...!" The Sunday school teacher pleaded, fear knotting her belly at the thought of the younger boy trying to sodomize her while Ron fucked into her still wanting vagina. Putting them both into her cunt was one thing she had already found out its capacity but this outrageous obscenity would split her apart!
"Hold still, you cock-sucking bitch!" Ron spat up at her, clutching and twisting her slightly bruised breasts viciously. "I told you we were going to win this game, damn you!"
"Uuuuuuuuggghhh," Bonnie whimpered from the pain of his cruelly pinching hands, and then she felt the hardened head of Tim's rigid swollen cock pressuring against the once tight ring of her anus which his thumbs were spreading open! God, at that frightening moment it was difficult for her to believe they were just teenaged boys--boys that once she had seduced and enjoyed to the tune of her own perverted pleasure.
She felt him strain forward. His cock-head was worming its way up into her defenselessly puckering anus, and she chilled with natural terror.
"Oh God...please no!" she whimpered painfully, trying to squirm free of the blunt agonizing intrusion into her resisting rectum. But they clung to her mercilessly, the red-haired Tim pressing ever forward as she clenched her tear-filled eyes tightly shut; and then the tense elastic nether-ring gave way before the relentless pressure, letting the smooth turgid head of his stiff cock pop salaciously up into her stretched anal passage. She felt his strong young hands move to her thighs, his fingers gouging into her trembling flesh, and she gritted her teeth to help her bear the pain.
"How's that feel, Mrs. Benedict?" Ron taunted, leering contemptuously up at her as he continued to knead her swollen and sore breasts and thrust his thick heavy cock up into her tortured vagina with a grinding circular hip action, "Like somebody was shoving a hot rod up your luscious ass, eh?"
"Oooohhh! Aaauuggghh! Stop...oh, stop! You're killing me!" Bonnie half-screamed, her face twisted from the torment. "Ooohh...you...you filthy little bastard!" she wailed back at Tim, straining her neck to look at his drugged grin as he clutched sadistically at her thighs, worming his rigid cock slowly up into her warm rubbery passage without respite. Ron hauled her down against his chest, forcing her buttocks higher into the air to help Tim's cock push into her futilely resisting rectum and sodomize her there, its throbbing head plowing the spongy clinging flesh before it. Finally, with one last furious lunge that flattened her ass-cheek against his pelvis, he had driven the long hard length of it up into her desperately tortured back passage!
Bonnie gasped for breath, hardly able to think, the pain was so overwhelming. She would never be the same after this fiendish ravaging of her genitals. Even the effects of the liquor she had drunk throughout the day were no longer of any solace to her, and the slightest move she made only impaled her rectal passage deeper. She tried to hold herself to a deathly stillness as both boys began to saw in and out of her still moist vaginal and rectal channels...in and out...in and out...until she began to sense the thickness of their hot shafts rubbing against each other, separated only by the fleshy thin membrane between her filled vagina and abused rectum!
"Uuuunnggg...ooohh...oooohhh, God...!" she moaned in disbelief as the incredible torment gradually became pleasurable in an odd, unfathomable way. She began to move back and down with her seemingly stretched passages in paradoxical responses to their thrusting young cocks!
To Bonnie, in her totally lust-corrupted state, pain had suddenly become masochistic joy, and for the thousandth time, she reasoned vaguely, she had plumbed new depths of perverted degradation! God, there was no limit to the dregs of debauched obscenities to which her passion would subject itself!
"Ram it to her, Tim baby!" Ron encouraged. "Make the teasing bitch taste it up in her throat!"
The wantonly writhing blonde widow didn't try to restrain the groans of masochistic passion pouring from her lips as she felt the swollen intrusion thrusting solidly up into her abused rectum, chafing and rubbing to a prurient hotness its tender spongy recesses. She felt Tim's hands gripping her wriggling hips again with an eager pressure as he sawed and drubbed into her, the sweet pain going on and on, each vicious plunge raising a throaty gasp from her that filled the otherwise quiet room. She stared unseeingly though she was conscious of Ron's big hands twisting and taunting the fullness of her still dancing breasts while his cohort pummeled between her upraised buttocks with longer and smoother strokes, ramming the entire length of his hard teenage cock right up her anus until she could feel his youthfully bloated balls slapping each time against the stretched cock-stuffed mouth of her filled cunt.
"How do you like it now, baby? We getting to you yet?" the leader of the group beneath her spat as he unceasingly squeezed and tormented her lush breasts, twisting their distended nipples harshly. Then, with an unexpected shattering lurch, he drove his long thick cock upward into her splayed vagina to stab at the underside of her belly, forcing a low whimper to escape her throat. "You're going to remember this party for some time to come, I'll bet my ass!"
Bonnie felt like laughing down into the youthful face. Oh, she'd remember it all right, but only because of the vile forbidden bliss it was bringing her being raped by five youthful cocks that had fucked into every opening of her sensuously insatiable body! Yes, she would remember it all right, and so would they, for the rest of their lives!
Tommy Lambert watched the progress of the orgy with lewd fascination, dropping to his knees beside Tim and staring in mesmerized excitement while he stroked his own resurrected and hardened member. Tim's sodomizing cock was racing hotly up into Mrs. Benedict's obscenely stretched rectum while Ron's hairy loins plunged furiously in and out of her moistly clinging cunt with powerful tunneling thrusts. Both of them were working like a schooled team that tossed her between them, and she was moaning continuously at the crazy wild fucking they were giving her.
Man, old Ron was so goddamned wrapped up in his work that he'd forgotten the plan, but Tommy couldn't wait any longer. Still, he didn't want to get the big boy uptight with him either.
Tommy kneed his way up to where his overgrown buddy was straining lustily and stroking Mrs. Benedict's bruised breasts. "Hey, man...now?" he asked timidly, his mouth cotton-dry, "Is it time now?"
Tommy saw the orgy's instigator roll his head toward him, his drugged eyes staring blankly as if he'd forgotten everything but his own stiff cock.
"W what.. . ? " Ron choked, the gusto seemingly drained from his voice, his mouth hanging open loosely as he sucked in gasps of air.
It was Bonnie herself who turned her beautiful, wantonly distorted face toward him and said: "So come here, little darling! Bring that sweet cock over here to Bonnie, and I'll suck if for you."
From his objective position in one corner, Rob couldn't believe it. After all they had put her through, she was still asking for more! He dropped his camera onto a chair as he watched her hold out a hand to Tommy, and all the while as the raging stalks of teenage cock-flesh fucked into her lewdly responding lower channels, she met their plunges stroke for stroke as if the party had just begun!
"Well, do it man!" Ron rasped. "Do what the sweet doll's telling you...!"
Sweet doW. Rob groaned inwardly. Not bitch or cock-sucker, but sweet doll'. Crud, whose show was this, anyway? Who was being taught the goddamned lesson?
But Bonnie knew whose show it was. She had known since Ron Jeffers had a moment ago begun to tenderly kiss and caress her breasts rather than maul them. And Tim's rigid young cock had never been anything but eager once she'd grown accustomed to its unnatural presence. Now Ron's thick lengthy rod was inciting rapidly mounting sensations in her loins and belly just when she'd wondered if it could ever happen again, and the other virile boy-cock was bringing her weird bliss in its sodomizing charges from behind. They were tamed, beaten, possessed the licentiously overwhelming knowledge causing a shameless excitement to seize complete and infernal control over her once more. The vanquished was vanquishing the vanquishers, and now, she would capture a third one!
Damn it, the whole show was going down the drain, Rob Hunter reasoned, clasping at his elongated penis again as he gaped with growing excitement while their youth group sponsor took Tommy's throbbing penis in her hand and without hesitation leaned forward to suck it hungrily into her ovaled wet mouth.
Bonnie was soaring on the crest of an ungovernable forbidden hunger. These five teenaged boys had hoped to destroy her, but instead, she had won and against decisive odds! Every sensuous bodily entrance she possessed was fdled with boy-cock, sweet and luscious boy-cock! With depraved delight, she undulated her naked buttocks and squeezed with both cuntal and rectal muscles at the hardened young members fucking with hot rhythm into her wetly receiving cavities. She listened to catch their adolescent groans of subservience to her, while her passages pulled wantonly at their juvenile shafts. With ardent hunger she began to suck at the jerking young cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating licentiously, delighting in the exploring of it with her fervently licking tongue, its tip probing serpent-like into the boyish slit in the turgid head. She sought and found his bloated teenage balls, cupping them ardently and beginning to caress and milk them with passionate fervor.
Oh . '. . oh yes! This was all things! She was devoted, a slave to their tenderly unschooled and vibrant penises in her mouth! All else was but explosive fuel fed to the hotbed of coals encompassing her debasing perversion! Not that she had truly ever doubted it, but again and again it had proved to be true for her. For, until Tommy's sweet-tasting young prick had slipped into the loving sanctuary between her lips, her ultimate enchantment had done little more than ferment in her cock-filled belly and loins, building pressure and promising erotic explosions that never would have come.
It would now, she knew! Just Tommy's pulsing presence between her voraciously sucking lips, and the knowledge that he would soon squirt his delicious cum out for her to drink and swallow, hot and spewing down her throat to fill her belly, was enough. Then, those thickened shafts ramming into her hotly palpitating cunt and anus would do the same, but until that moment when a penis had again entered her mouth, there had been no promise of satiation for her.
"Oh...oh shit...Ron!" Tim was kneeling obscenely up behind the Sunday school counselor's widespread ass-cheeks, his moistly glistening penis disappearing like a thick piston right up her once tiny asshole, and as he groaned he began to lurch and spasm, his motion no longer even.
Ron Jeffers wanted to cry, his passion was that intense; plus he knew that he had wronged this incredible woman all the way, every fucking bit of the way. From the beginning, after she'd sucked his cock, then gone cold on him, he knew. Shit, he loved her and the way her beautiful cunt was drawing the balls right out of him!
"Oh man...man!" he heard Tommy exclaim. "I'm going to blow'em, Ron...!"
"Yeah...okay...go ahead!" the big boy gasped, trying to reconcile his own situation. He was one straw away himself! Man, what kind of woman had they tried to put down? She was the ultimate and somehow he knew it would never happen again! They'd thrown her everything they had this time, and she was still in control! Oh shit, he had to cum! His cock and balls were killing him!
Oh God, yes! Bonnie's libidinous mind responded knowingly. She sensed Tommy's pumping organ swelling abruptly in her mouth and she sucked it ravenously until it burst and he whined, shuddering all over. It exploded to gush forth in thick streams of creamy pungent sperm shooting into her mouth and throat, her cheeks puffing and contracting as she swallowed in delight to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing from it. She drank it down greedily in hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating shaft, prepared not to lose a single drop!
Then he fell back from her, his shrinking boy-cock pulling from between her still sucking lips, a seepage of white cum oozing from the corners of her lovely mouth as she looked down at the now tamed face of their self-styled leader who had planned to destroy her. Both her rectum and belly were now filled with his young cohorts' cum. Now, it was his turn!
She bent down and kissed him with her moist, sperm-coated lips, thrusting her cum-covered tongue into his mouth obscenely, finally raising her head and laughing down at him.
"It's been quite a party you planned, Ron, but you've yet to do your share. Do we have to call one of the others for help again, or do you think you're man enough to handle the finale and make me cum."
"Y you bitch! You beautiful fucking b bitch!" he gasped feebly and without malice. "I'll finish it...or die trying!"
"You might at that, lover!" Bonnie moaned, raising her hips higher and plunging down in an undulating grinding motion with her buttocks, her cunt-muscles contracting and pulling at his thrusting rock-hard cock while her swollen breasts swayed and jounced nakedly above his face. She sat up straight then, beginning a salacious rocking motion, feeling the towering length of his delicious cock scoring the walls of her tingling vaginal passage while its bulbous head prodded delightfully at her belly depths. She reached behind her and found his bloated balls to cup and taunt with her nails, then gently squeezed and milked them until the boy beneath her was grooving in lewd delight. And then he stiffened as if he had touched a live wire!
"Goddamn...." Ron groaned, gaping up at the blonde widow's beautifully sensuous face. "Here it comes, baby! Oh shit.. . ! Fuck it hard! I'm c c cummmmmiiiiinnggggg...!"
"Yessss! Yessss!" Bonnie responded with a little wail, her obsessively working hips and buttocks smashing downward to absorb his up-thrusting jerking cock frantically! "Oh God....! Now! Nowwwwww....! Let's cum together! Aaaaagghhhhhhh. Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! I'm cumming!"
Their bodies convulsed spasmodically, the result of their orgasms foaming back and down out of Bonnie's enveloping cunt in a torrent to flood hotly over his cock and balls below while they continued to pound against each other in a dance of never-ending lust.
CHAPTER NINE
"Was it good, honey?" Mike Russel asked rhetorically, reaching out to pull a cigarette from the half-empty pack beside the bed.
"Ummmmm...darling, you know sex is always good with you," Bonnie answered, stretching her satiated body out beneath the sheet with feline grace. She was proudly conscious of the way her naked flesh caught the sheer silk and pulled it into every luscious curve of her voluptuous body. "It was...out of this world."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Mike laughed, slapping her affectionately on the thigh. "How about another drink?"
Bonnie nodded, and then watched, with admiring eyes as her lean handsome lover got up from the bed and walked over to where the bourbon bottle rested on her vanity. He was such a beautiful man, she thought to herself, and she was so incredibly lucky to have him.
It had been a little difficult for him to accept the fact that they were not to be married, but in the end Mike had agreed that it was for the best. Their kind of love was not the permanent kind, not the kind that insured the success of a marriage. And yet, it was a completely satisfying love for both of them, especially in the physical sense. Neither had any obligations to the other, and that meant that they were both free to be totally honest and totally uninhibited with each other.
Bonnie had wondered at first whether she would ever be able to relate sexually to another man after that incredible night in the youth group's meeting hall over three months ago.
But as soon as the shock and physical exhaustion of that night had worn off, the young widow had discovered that, far from trying to blot out the way she had behaved with the boys in the group, she could in fact look upon that evening as a new stage in her life, a stage in which she was more open and honest with herself than she had ever been before. Up to that mind-shattering night, her life had been lived under the oppressive shadow of desires which she'd been loath to even admit. But now, it was as though the very extremeness of what had happened had opened her eyes to herself so that at last she seemed at peace with her sexual idiosyncrasies.
"A little water this time around, dear."
"Yes, please, darling."
Bonnie sighed as she watched Mike walk toward the bathroom with the drink glasses, his semi-erect penis swinging heavily against his powerful loins. What would this beautiful man say if he knew his mistress was carrying on an illicit affair with his own son?
Bonnie had hoped to keep herself from being sexually attracted to Randy Russel, but that hope had been as futile as trying to stem the tides. Of course, Randy was fully aware that his good fortune depended on his father's total ignorance of what was going on, so he kept absolutely silent. And none of the boys in the group ever so much as mentioned that wild evening after Ron Jeffers, their leader, moved away from Chippewa Falls. Bonnie, through her behavior that night, had so impressed and intimidated the youngsters that they even avoided talking about that evening among themselves. '
Oh, she was walking a tightrope of sorts; Bonnie knew that. But the fact she was having an affair with Mike and still maintaining secret meetings with his son seemed to give her life a new thrill and excitement that she had come to crave these last two months. Life would seem dull without it. And God knew, she couldn't have done anything else. She didn't know what she would do if she lost either of them.
"Here you are, my dear," Mike said as he came back to the bed, handing her a glass. He was surprised when she took it from him along with his own and set them both on the night table.
"Later," she said provocatively, her eyes filled with the love she had for this marvelous man. "Right now, I need something else."
"You mean you didn't get enough?" Mike grinned with amusement, his thick cock jerking upward in excitement as he watched Bonnie slowly pull the silken sheet from her voluptuous inviting body. Damn, she could turn on a man if he'd already cum a hundred times!
"I never get enough of you, darling, you know that," the enticing widow mewled with desire, her belly knotting with renewed passion.
"But honey, Randy's going to be coming home from that camping trip tonight, and hell be expecting me," Mike protested feebly, allowing her to reach out her hand and guide him back down onto the bed with her.
Bonnie paused before she answered, pulling him across on top of her and reaching down to grasp his growing penis and heavy balls with loving tenderness.
"I know he is, darling. I know he is," she whispered. And then she thought to herself with a little smile: And then I'll have both my wonderful men back home with me again.
