"Ah! that feels so warm and tight!" Stan gasped, and I could almost picture Judith's mouth moving up and down, up and down over his swollen staff.
There sounded the harsher, more erotic tones that issued from Judith's clogged throat, then there came a new heady exclamation from the boy.
"Oh, Christ, I never dreamed it could feel so good," he whimpered.
His voice was tight with emotion. It hadn't been that way when I had first seduced him, that short time ago when I was the woman who broke him in.
CHAPTER ONE
"Is this the way you wanted the hose, Mrs. Parker?" young Stan Howard asked, as he draped the garden hose over the side of the swimming pool he'd just cleaned out.
"Yes, that will be just fine, Stan," I said, as my eyes moved over those bare shoulders of his that were so well tanned. My mouth started watering.
"How long will it take the pool to fill?" Stan asked, as he turned away from the pool and walked towards where I was standing on the back steps of my home.
"Oh, about four hours should do it," I said, letting my eyes drop to his thick thighs and making a note of the very thick hair covering those muscular thighs.
"Is there anything I can do while we wait for the pool to fill, Mrs. Parker?" the innocent boy asked, with no idea that he was the fly crawling right into the web of the big, black spider.
"Well, I was thinking it's time you came into the house and had a nice cold glass of Coke," I said, unable to keep my eyes off the narrow crotch of his brief shorts.
"You don't really have to go to all that trouble," he said, and I took a deep breath when he didn't reach for the shirt he'd worn early that morning and slip into it, the way he might have.
I knew it was just an old shirt he wore around home and yet it did have a way of covering up most of his trunks. The thing I really didn't like was the way that shirt came down just far enough to cover the crotch of his trunks. A young man with his kind of build had no business covering up his body, not at all!
I was wearing my new swimming suit and had been thrilled several times when I'd caught his eyes moving up and down my legs and thighs. He was sixteen years old, I knew, but even so, some boys of that age started to get interested in girls. Each time he'd become aware of the fact I knew he was looking at my legs and thighs, or at my body, he'd very quickly look somewhere else.
I didn't move from the spot where I stood as he walked up the rear steps. He just couldn't keep the back of his one hand from brushing my bare thigh so lightly, it sent cold chills running up and down my spine.
"Be a gentleman and open the door for me," I said in a very low voice.
You should have seen the funny way he looked at me when the feel of his hand brushing my bare thigh didn't seem to bother me in the least. Before he could reach the door, we stood facing each other so that his eyes were naturally drawn to the narrow halter of my brief bathing suit.
I was breathing pretty hard myself at that moment so, of course, those big, ripe tits of mine were rising and falling quickly, beneath my brief halter. I knew the boy could see the inner slopes of my tits' creamy white mounds, for my halter didn't really do much more than cover my brownish colored nipples. I was also aware of the fact that my breathing so deeply made the valley between my big ripe tits seem even deeper than it was.
"Well?" I asked and smiled at him, as I let one of my hands touch his thigh very lightly. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he gasped and reached for the door very quickly.
I know it was a mean trick to pull on the poor lamb but I just had to move so that my thigh brushed his. You never saw the color drain from a boy's cheeks so fast in your whole life. He was scared to death and if I hadn't been standing right behind him, blocking his chance, I'm sure he'd have turned and went running for home.
"You have very good thighs," I said in that soft, deep voice of mine as I leaned forward to brush his ear lightly with my lips.
He tried to say something, but no words would come. He was as frightened as a sweet young girl would have been to find herself in a car on a lonely road and learning the big, good-looking man who'd given her a ride, planned on having a little fun with her. It was the kind of fear that could leave deep marks on the mind of such a lovely young girl for the rest of her life.
Poor Stan could do nothing but open the rear door and walk into my kitchen. I could hear his deep breathing and see the little beads of sweat break out on his bare shoulders, proving that he was all tied up inside with knots of fear as I followed him into the kitchen. Perhaps I should have felt pity for the boy, but that good-looking man had felt no pity for me. My cries of fear and pain only seemed to have aroused him that much more.
"You just sit down over there at the table, darling," I said and gave Stan a pat on his ass. "I'll get both of us a bottle of Coke, or perhaps you'd like something just a little stronger."
"A Coke will be fine," Stan said, moving to sit down at the kitchen table, his forehead covered with beads of sweat while his hands were shaking.
I took two bottles from the icebox along with a tray of ice cubes. Moving to the sink, I turned two glasses right side up and started fooling with the tray of ice cubes. Oh, what I had in mind was another one of those real dirty tricks, the boy being so young, but it had to be. I just had to get Stan so aroused he wouldn't be able to control himself and then I'd have things all my way.
"Could you come here and give me a hand with this?" I asked, turning to favor the boy with a wide grin.
Of course he got to his feet and walked over to where I was with the tray of ice cubes. What the hell else could he have done with my being so fucking nice to him and all. Oh, I'd learned all there could be learned when it came to handling young boys of that age. As long as you got them to think they were actually making all those first important moves and getting away with them, you were all right. Just let them learn they were being taken for the big ride and they'd run for the hills.
Stan was getting a little bolder by the time he'd taken that ice tray from my hands and shown me how simple it was to release the cubes from it. When I moved so that our bare thighs were against each other, he didn't suddenly try pulling back away from me the way he would have such a few short hours before.
When I moved so that the scantily clad mound of my right tit brushed his arm, he did move away but that was to be expected. He wasn't too sure just how far he could go before I'd slap him down for being so fresh.
I poured two Cokes into the two glasses I'd turned upright and dropped an ice cube into each of them. I handed one of those glasses to Stan and took the other myself. I clicked the edge of my glass against the glass he held and we each took a long sip.
"It's much cooler in the living room," I said very softly, as I slipped my arm under his and lead the way down the little hall into the living room.
"Man! this is real cool," Stan said, as we moved into the big room that was done in a light orange.
"My husband thought I'd lost my mind and got a television set for his den, so he wouldn't have to sit here in this real way-out room to watch his old ball games," I informed the boy, but I was actually just talking so he wouldn't notice the way we were moving towards the long, low sofa which ran the full length of the northeast wall.
"Well, it is kind of a little different," Stan said and got busy taking a long drink.
I dropped down onto the sofa and patted the cushion next to where I was sitting. Stan stood there for a moment looking down at my bare legs and thighs while tapping the rim of his glass against his upper lip. I could see he'd liked the feel of my thigh against his and would have bet he was wondering how it would feel to run his hand up and down one of them just once or twice.
"Sit down, darling," I cooed and reached up to pat his thigh very lightly.
At last he seemed to decide there wasn't really very much he could do but sit down next to me. Maybe he was even thinking he might be able to sit close enough so that our thighs would gently brush one another.
"Hey! it's real soft," he said in a surprised tone of voice, as he sat down so close, that not only our thighs but our hips were brushing lightly against each other.
"Of course it's soft, darling," I cooed and put my arm up over the top of the sofa so that it would lightly brush those fine, muscular shoulders of his.
The poor boy was so shaken up he took almost all of what Coke there happened to be left in his glass, in one long swallow. I took a good, healthy sip of my own drink, for I, too, was starting to feel those little beads of sweat breaking out on my bare shoulders and under the tight fitting cups of my brief halter, as was always the case whenever I was seducing a young, good-looking boy like Stan.
"You got real nice legs, Mrs. Parker," the poor boy said and while he was speaking he'd lowered his head so I knew how much it spooked him to tell an older woman, such as myself, a thing like that.
"Why that's very nice of you, darling," I cooed, leaning closer to him so that he'd feel the warmth of my breath on his ear.
"I didn't want you to think I was being fresh or anything like that," he stammered, while his one hand found my soft thigh as though it had a mind of its own.
"Now how could I get such a crazy idea when you've been a perfect young gentleman?" I cooed and hoped that wasn't one sure way of cooling him off, as his friends would have put it.
"Ah, now you're teasing me," he said and swallowed a lump I was sure wasn't even there in his dry throat.
"You've got a nice soft hand," I said and moved my thigh so that his hand just had to move up and down over my soft flesh.
I could see the way he was watching my halter rise and fall with each breath I took. Grinning, I started taking much deeper breaths so he'd really see how my big tits could rise and fall. If he wasn't getting the right kind of message from my actions, he could blame only himself.
"I haven't done a lot of hard work like your husband," he said and his cheeks were flushed once again. "I've seen how hard, and rough your husband's big hands are."
"Well, you don't have to worry about those big hands of his, darling," I cooed. "We've been married a long time now, so he doesn't run those hard, rough hands of his up and down my legs and thighs anymore."
"Gee! if I were married to a woman who had such really tough-looking legs and thighs, I'd never be able to keep my hands off them," he said, while his hand moved clear down to my knee, and then back up to the hem of my bathing suit's briefs.
Oh, that slim hand moving so gently over the soft flesh of my thigh felt real good. He really hadn't needed to tell me how nice he thought my legs and thighs were. I'd known what he thought by the way he'd been looking at them, by the way he touched them.
"Mmm, those little things with wings are sure flying around like crazy way down in my stomach," I cooed, removing my arm from the back of the sofa and leaning forward so I might slide my hand down my back to find the thin strap of my halter and unhook it.
"What are you doing?" he asked and while I couldn't see his eyes, I'd have bet they'd grown to nearly twice their normal size.
"It's getting awfully warm in here," I said, as I sat back to pull my halter away from those big tits of mine so their cherry colored nipples might feel the cool air.
"Man! ain't none of the girls at school got tits as big as you have, Mrs. Parker," he said and I hoped he couldn't see how really surprised I was to learn that he'd had a chance to see the tits of the girls at school.
Oh, I was in touch with the younger crowd enough to know things had changed since my school days. I'd gone to school way back during the dark ages, one boy had informed me, one time when I'd mentioned my school days. He could have been right, I guess, for in those days boys hadn't shown too much interest in girls until their second or third year of high school. After that, they'd seemed to really grow up.
"You mean the young ladies at school let you look at their tits?" I asked, wondering if he'd get up nerve enough to reach up and touch one of my big tits with his fingers without my saying something or taking hold of his wrist and putting them against my nipples.
"Oh, they don't know anything about it," he said and winked at me. "At least they don't let on if they do."
"I have a feeling you've lost me somewhere along the line," I confessed.
"The boy's shower room and the girl's shower room are side by side with only a thin wall between them," he explained, unable to take his eyes off my naked breast or to stop his hand from moving ever so slowly up and down over the soft, warm flesh of my thigh. "Some of the older guys went to the trouble of cutting little peepholes in the wall so they would have a chance to watch the girls take their showers."
"Oh, and you've naturally taken a look through one of those holes," I said and felt a shiver run the full length of my spine when his fingertips very, very lightly moved over the narrow, tight crotch of my bathing suit briefs.
"Well, you wouldn't want the rest of the guys to call me chicken, would you?" he asked and almost pulled his head back out of reach when I went to place my hand lightly on the back of his neck.
"You could never be called chicken, not by anybody," I cooed and knew it was just another way of pulling one of those dirty little tricks of mine, so he'd find it impossible not to do what I desired.
"It's about the best way of getting laughed at," he said and I knew just what he meant.
There had been that ride home, I'd honestly thought, with that nice man. The drive way out into the country and being parked on one of those narrow, little used dirt roads. There had been that hot mouth covering mine, those hot, silkish hands moving up along my thighs, up under my skirt. There had been, too, that knot of fear in my stomach when those hands so roughly tore the crotch of my brief panties.
Oh, it had happened long ago and I knew it would be best to forget it. It had just happened and there was nothing anybody could do about it. I'd been too ashamed of being such a stupid little fool to have run right home and told my parents. I'd just bottled it up inside myself and tried to act like nothing at all had happened.
"Some of the older girls have so much hair between their legs you can't see anything but hair," Stan said and I was brought back out of the past by the sound of his voice.
"It's too bad you don't happen to have a sister so you'd have a chance to learn more about how girls really think and feel when it comes to having boys look them over real good with their eyes," I told Stan, feeling those fingers of his pressing a little more firmly against the narrow crotch of my bathing suit briefs.
"I'd sure like to have that sweet little Nina Hubbard for a sister," he said and I discovered he'd been much more than just a little interested in girls. "Man! I seen her and her brother, Troy, sitting on their front porch swing while his hand was moving up and down her slim thighs."
"Nina can't be more than eleven," I said and smiled, for like Stan had said, the Hubbard children were very, very close, which was something everybody in the neighborhood had known for a long time.
I'd seen those two lovely youngsters in the backyard of the Hubbard home and noticed the boy hadn't been the least bit ashamed of putting his arm around the slim waist of his lovely kid sister. I'd never seen the two of them walking down the public sidewalk holding hands, but it wouldn't have surprised me a great deal. Being their next-door neighbor, I had seen much more than the rest of their neighbors.
"Would you feel better in the den?" I asked Stan, for it was soon going to feel very odd being stark naked there in my living room with those big front windows.
"You'd feel better, wouldn't you?" Stan asked and he was thinking way beyond those young and tender years of his.
"You're so very thoughtful, the girl who marries you is going to be lucky, darling," I cooed, as I got to my feet and moved towards the den, dragging my halter along in my wake by one thin strap.
Stan walked along right at my side and I was aware of his eyes watching my swaying tits. Oh, when you have to wear a size 40-D bra to hold your big tits in, they really sway when you walk once you remove either your bra or halter. In case the nipples of your tits happen to be nearly the size of nickels, like mine were, then those creamy white mounds of flesh beneath them really seem to almost be rolling.
When we reached the door of the den I stepped to one side so Stan might be the gentleman and open the door. When my full, ripe tit brushed his arm and sent cold chills up and down my spine, that was just an added thrill. Perhaps the boy had gotten up nerve enough to touch those nipples of mine with his fingertips, but there was no doubt in my mind as to what he would do just once we were in the den.
My husband had fixed that den so that it looked as though no woman had ever stepped into it. Actually I never had when he was around. That was his little palace and I stayed out of it. When he was working during the day and I had a good-looking young man in the house, it was the perfect place to make that young man feel relaxed and at home.
"Hey! real cool!" Stan said, glancing up at the stuffed bear's head which hung above the fireplace.
"John does a lot of hunting," I explained to the boy and patted his bare thigh in a manner that let him know he had the right to use those hands of his on my legs and thighs in any manner he desired.
"It's nice and cool in here, too," he said and I'll be damned if he didn't actually give me a swat on my ass.
"I think we'll just close this door and keep it that way," I said and felt his hand move up over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh.
Oh, I had the darling boy aroused all right. Of that I would have bet good, hard cash and I'm not the betting kind. Well, at least he was going to be well trained in the game of sex, so that when his desires became fully aroused he wouldn't ever have to hurt some sweet young girl.
I knew how mean and cruel a man could be with some poor girl once his sexual desires were fully aroused. While he might not be fully to blame for his actions at such a time, the man did leave a deep scar on the young woman he took in such a beastly manner. I'd been the victim of such a man and saw it as my duty to teach all the young men I came into contact with, the difference between making love to a young girl and the act of assaulting her just to relieve their own sexual demands.
Stan was such a sweet and gentle young man, the idea of his ever forcing himself upon some poor, unwilling girl because he could not control his sexual demands, pained me. Before I let him walk out of that den he'd know there were many ways of getting his sexual thrills from a seemingly unwilling young woman without resorting to violence. "I'll bet those tits feel real nice, Mrs. Parker," Stan said and reached up to gently touch the creamy white mound of my full, ripe left tit.
Talk about reaching out and touching a live wire with your fingertip. Man! that couldn't have sent any more shock waves shooting up and down the length of my spine. Those fingers just poked at the creamy white mound of my tit several times, so the boy really left me no choice.
The poor boy just couldn't seem to work up nerve enough to cup that full, creamy white mound of my king-size tit in the palm of his soft hand. So there seemed to be but one thing for me to do. I caught his wrist in my left hand and forced him to cover the full mound of my left tit with the palm of his hand.
"Oh, man it's not really so soft!" the boy gasped and I knew he was surprised to learn how hard and firm the soft creamy flesh around the base of my nipple had grown, as my desire for his loving grew stronger and stronger.
"Were you really so afraid you'd crush it if you covered it with your whole hand, darling?" I asked, while I reached down to strip the briefs of my bathing suit down over my full hips and thighs to let him have a look at the thick mass of pubic curls covering my pubic mound.
"Gee! I never saw so much hair there and I can still see the flesh beneath it!" Stan gasped and I noticed how full the crotch of his trunks had become, giving me all the proof I needed that he was as well hung as I'd figured.
"There is one very important fact you have to remember young man," I said and moved so my pubic curls were gently brushing against the flesh of his thigh and watched the way those muscles beneath the flesh of his broad, bare chest started to ripple as his breathing became deeper.
"I have to remember that you're a fully grown woman and not a young girl of my own age," the boy said and he had lifted his one foot slightly from the floor so he might press his one knee much more firmly against my pubic mound and get the real feel of it.
"Now you must never start thinking girls your own age are foolish, darling," I cooed and locked my arms around his waist so my other full, ripe tit was pressed firmly against one of his nipples.
"I'd feel real funny about being with one of them if she were to take off all her clothes," he said.
"Of course you would, darling," I cooed. "That's the way it should be since you don't know anything about sex and would only wind up hurting the poor girl or leaving her feeling she had failed you, which is the worst thing in the world that can happen to a young girl."
"I don't think I understand!" the boy gasped when my desires reached such a high peak that he could feel the heat from deep within my love channel against the flesh of his knee.
"You will when the time comes," I cooed, letting my hands move down along his back to the waistband of his trunks and starting to work them down over his slender ass.
"You're going to take my trunks off?" the boy asked and I knew it was going to be a full afternoon job teaching him everything he needed to know about sex so badly, being so well built, so good looking.
"Now you wouldn't wish for this to be a totally one-sided affair?" I cooed and felt his cock leap free to gently brush the flesh of my inner thigh.
"Well, I guess you're right," he said, slipping his arms around my slim waist and pulling my body firmly against his, so his nipples were rubbing against mine.
You know it's strange but I'd honestly never noticed the fact that we were both the same height. We stood shoulder to shoulder, I guess, you'd say, our nipples, our stomachs, and our thighs came gently against one another. If he thought he was feeling real shock waves shooting through that muscular body of his, I could have explained a few things that would have changed his mind.
His trunks had slipped down along those full thighs of his, down along his legs to drop in a heap around his slim ankles. When he started shifting his weight from one foot to the other in an effort to get his feet free of his trunks, his long, hard cock started moving up and down along my inner thigh.
Of course I reached my first good orgasm of two days with his body and cock moving against mine like it was. I was only hoping Stan could keep from spurting his good, hot cock juice all over the soft flesh of my thighs. That would have been a pure waste of good cock juice.
"Have you ever fucked or sucked a female?" I asked the boy, and once again felt those slight pangs of fear which I always felt when I discovered the young man being seduced there in my husband's den was a real, live virgin.
That fear, of course, was the fear of hurting the boy, leaving a scar upon his mind that he'd never be able to erase. The same kind of scar that had been left on the mind of Marion Johns Parker so many years before, when she'd foolishly let that nice man give her a ride home one night.
"There's even a cot here in the den to lie down on," Stan said and his lips actually brushed my ear while he spoke.
"My husband likes to lie down on Saturday afternoon and take a little nap for himself," I explained and took two steps backwards towards the cot so I'd have a chance to work my feet free of my bathing suit briefs and let the boy know I'd move to the cot if he wished.
"You'd like to lie down, wouldn't you?" the boy asked and in a way it was a little funny, for he'd started playing the same kind of little tricks on me I'd been playing on him all morning long.
"Yes, darling," I cooed and he let go of me so that I might move to the cot and stretch out upon it.
When I was lying spread-eagle on the cot, those thighs of mine were as taut as two tightly drawn wires. Stan moved to the side of the cot where he stood looking down at my thick patch of pubic curls.
"Take it slow and easy, darling," I cooed. "It'll take that pool a long, long time to fill the way it should be filled. That'll give us all the time we need to do things just right this very first time, so that we both get the full and complete enjoyment from this that two people should."
"I don't think I always understand what you're trying to tell me, Mrs. Parker," the boy said, while his one hand went down to my thigh and started moving very slowly, very gently up and down over its soft, warm flesh.
"You will in time, darling," I cooed. "Just do whatever you choose and if you get too rough or carried away, I promise to let you know."
"I'm glad of that, Mrs. Parker," he said, while the edge of his hand was gently brushed by that thick mass of my pubic curls.
Oh, what a warm-hearted, gentle young man he was. It was at times when I was with a young man such as himself that I was glad I'd decided to become sort of the neighborhood den mother and really train all the young men in our neighborhood in the one subject so many of them had had no training whatsoever.
CHAPTER TWO
"Man! is this flesh ever soft!" Stan exclaimed, when those fingers of his hand were moving through the thick patch of my pubic curls to gently stroke the flesh of my mound.
"It's soft with love, darling," I cooed and knew how very much it sounded like a line from one of those very cheap, very poorly made movies "It's a whole lot warmer than I expected it to be," the boy said and those fingers of his were moving through my pubic hair so very gently.
"It's the desire I feel for you that makes all that heat, darling," I cooed and had I talked like that to my husband, he'd have thought I'd lost my mind completely.
"I never guessed a woman's flesh would feel like this," Stan informed me while his other hand moved lightly over my lower stomach which, of course, was already churning around, and around.
I didn't try to say anything while those fingertips moved so lightly over my soft, moist flesh. I knew how fully aroused I was and that my voice would hardly sound at all normal. Trying to talk to the boy when I was so aroused, could very well scare him a little. He just might get the wild idea that he was hurting me or doing something to me he shouldn't do and that was the last thing I wanted.
The fingers of his one hand flicked lightly over my navel and a whole new series of thrills shot all along my spine when he did that. He'd have had a hard time jolting the whole of my being any more, had he been totally aware of what he was doing.
"You're lying so still," he said and his one hand was moving down my thigh towards my knee again.
"I want you to do just what you wish!" I managed to gasp, for he'd have gotten even worse ideas, just maybe, if I hadn't spoken to him at that point.
"I never touched a woman's thighs before," he said and his hand moved slowly back up my inner thigh.
"Why don't you kiss them?" I asked and put my hand lightly on the back of his head.
I didn't push his face down closer to my spreadeagle thighs, though that wouldn't have been hard to manage. No! if he was ready and willing to kiss and lick the soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs, he'd do it with no help from me. I couldn't see any harm at all in letting him know he wasn't going to get slapped good, should he do just that. You had to make sure you didn't force these young boys into doing anything they didn't wish to. At the same time you had to make sure they knew that you were with them all the way and weren't suddenly going to turn into some kind of a monster because they went too far. All a boy like Stan actually knew was what he'd heard from the older boys around those locker rooms at school. If he hadn't told me about those peepholes, I wouldn't have been so worried about all the false information he'd picked up at school.
I could have been wrong, but those peepholes cut into the walls at school proved but one thing to me. Those older boys were out to impress the younger group of boys with all they knew about the facts of life. The younger boys, of course, were taking their word that things were just the way they said and asking no questions.
Well, Stan wasn't going to have to be taking the word of those older boys. He was going to know firsthand what it was like when two people became fully aroused sexually and gave each other such great pleasure.
"Man! I cannot get over the size of your tits," the boy said and once again he had cupped my big tits in the palms of his hands so he might feel their full weight.
"I'm kind of proud of those two beauties myself," I said and giggled softly.
"It's no surprise to hear you say that since you'd be a damn fool not to be proud of them," Stan said and the swollen proof of his manhood brushed my thigh.
"You know you've got something there you should be real proud of, lover," I cooed.
"I really don't know if it'll do the job a woman like you expects of it," Stan replied and I knew the" boy's head had really been filled with a whole lot of truths and half-truths by those older boys at school.
It was too damn bad something couldn't be done about that, but I'd lived long enough and learned, I'd hoped, that there were those things which just couldn't be changed, no matter how much you might wish they could be. Having so much false information was the one thing which kept getting so many good people into all kinds of trouble.
Well, I was going to see to it that Stan became one young man who would know all the facts. The kind of facts about sex he could only learn by discovering what a joy sex could be only when both parties fully agreed it was what they wanted to do. When it became strictly one-sided either way, as it so often did in marriages, it just wasn't any good any more.
"I think this cot will hold the two of us, darling," I cooed and moved so my hips were brushing the wall.
Man! I'm going to be lying in bed naked with a real live, naked woman at my side!" Stan said and I knew he wasn't even giving any thought to what would be happening between us while we were lying there on that narrow cot.
Oh, if my husband ever walked into his den on a week-day afternoon and learned what use his private palace was being put to! I can tell you, here and now, there would be all kinds of pure hell to pay. That husband of mine was a real nice guy until somebody really crossed him the wrong way once. After that they found out what a wild temper he had.
I'd gotten real sloshed at a big party one night and he'd really laid down the law to me once we'd gotten home. If he were to learn of the number of young teen-age boys I'd sexually seduced right in his own private den, I was afraid of what he might do.
"It's all right to take a few drinks at a party, I do it myself," my husband had said after I'd gotten stinko on him that night. "You don't have to overdo it so that you don't even know what the fuck you're doing, bitch."
His calling me bitch had been the real key as to how mad he'd really been. Oh, like all men, he knew all of those four-letter words like fuck, suck, cunt, cock, and bitch, but he was too much of a gentleman to go around using them. Not even when we were in bed together making love, did he resort to using those four-letter words the way most of those young teen-age boys did, once they were fully aroused and we were going strong.
"At least I don't go into taverns all by myself and just sit around drinking the way some broads do!" I'd snapped back, even though I should have learned he wasn't a man you could argue with once he was so mad.
"What the hell is so wrong with that if they know how many drinks they can handle and don't spend their time trying to pick up every guy in the place?" he'd asked and slapped me around just a little.
I'd been slapped around a few times in the past and always forgiven him and his fit of anger. Later, when he'd cooled off, he'd be so sorry he'd slapped me around while in the heat of anger, that he'd be as gentle with me as he would have been with a small, frail child.
Even while these memories of my husband were passing through my mind, Stan was lying on the narrow cot at my side. Those soft, smooth hands of his moved over my body so very tenderly they had every nerve in my body as fully aroused as it could have become. No older, more worldly man, would have been so very, very gentle. It was something I'd learned long ago.
"Oh, you're doing such wonderful things to me, darling," I cooed into his ear and his own breathing seemed to have become so very deep that he might well have just raced around a hundred-yard track in record time.
When a young man was with a woman and breathing like that, it didn't mean he'd been running like mad at all. What it did mean was that he was so fully aroused sexually he'd do anything she wished him to. It was the same way with older men, of course, except they had a way of thinking they had to make all of those first moves and let the woman they were with know what real men they were.
"I do wish I was much closer to your age, darling," I cooed, since the boy wasn't talking.
No, Stan wasn't talking, or even thinking about doing any talking. His every thought was on those soft, smooth hands of his which moved so slowly, so gently over every inch of my taut body. Oh, once our bodies became a part of each other, he was really going to be awakened to a whole new world.
"If you were to roll over onto your side, there would be a little more room on this narrow cot, darling," I cooed, once more resorting to one of those dirty little tricks of mine to get the boy to do what I wished, even though he could hardly have been aware of it.
So far, the boy had discovered only what a woman looked and felt like when she was naked. His next lesson was going to awaken him to the thrills a female body could give his body when those two became locked together and started thrusting about in the heat of burning passion. A burning passion that would be centered in their loins and move all through the whole of their very being.
"Hey! your thighs feel kind of sweaty!" Stan exclaimed when he'd rolled over onto his side and one of his hands had gone down to gently stroke the soft flesh of my inner left thigh once again.
Now he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know to be a fact. When a woman becomes as sexually aroused as I'd become, she feels that way along her inner thighs even without reaching a full orgasm. Later the boy was going to learn what he could really do to a woman when she was as fully aroused as he was.
I was sure that once any young man learned that, he'd understand that he should never ever force himself upon an unwilling woman or girl. Once he'd also learned how very, very easy it was to get a woman or girl aroused enough to become his willing sexual partner he'd no longer have any need to resort to violence of any kind.
"Would you like to kiss my thighs, darling?" I asked, keeping my voice as low as possible, for like every mature woman, I'd learned that was how a female voice actually sounded its very sexy best.
There has never been anything found like the sound of a low female voice, for turning a man on all the way. Oh, I know there happen to be all kinds of so-called aids on the market which claim to help women do just that, but when you come right down to it, it's the sound of a sexy female voice which does the trick best.
Stan managed to move around on the cot with much more ease than I was sure he'd thought he'd have. It really wasn't so very narrow, you know. It just happened to look so much narrower up against the wall, than it actually was.
When the tip of the boy's tongue first touched that soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh, my breathing really started to get labored. I could feel those muscles way down inside of my stomach starting to grow nice and taut while every nerve end throughout the rest of my body seemed to come alive and start jerking under my flesh.
"Oh, that's it, darling," I cooed and reached up above my head to get a real grip on the two corner post to which the cot was fastened.
I spread my lush thighs wider and wider, for the boy had moved way down on the cot so he might first start licking the soft flesh of my thighs just above my knees. The way the tip of his tongue just barely flicked over the smooth flesh of my inner thighs, one could have gotten the impression that he'd done it many times before. Oh, I knew that was not the case at all, but anyone who didn't know those virginal young men as well as I'd come to know them, wouldn't have been so sure.
Unless you've watched a mother kitten lick her babies, you wouldn't know what I'm talking about. Once you have seen a mother kitten with her very first-born litter of kittens, you'd understand me completely. That mother cat has never licked a baby kitten before with the tip of her tongue and yet she goes at it as though it were something she'd been doing all of her life.
I've often watched animals as well as I've watched those very young virginal boys I seduce. Mother nature seems to have given them something they just couldn't have learned anywhere in the world. It's kind of a sense, if you will.
Oh, maybe you don't really give a hoot about my crazy thoughts! You want to know how it was being sucked and fucked by those virginal young men, so I guess that if I'm going to bare my soul to "you so completely you'll just have to put up with it when I get to wandering a little.
"Oh, ah!" I gasped gripping those two posts holding the cot more firmly, for the tip of that tongue moving up, up, and up along my inner thigh, was working its wonders. Every nerve end in my body was screaming and it was nearly impossible not to actually scream myself.
Man! that tongue felt like a living flame that was ever so lightly touching that soft flesh of mine. I don't think the burning red coal on the end of a cigarette could have felt any warmer. I'd once tried to talk my husband into licking the soft flesh of my inner thighs and he'd looked at me like he thought I'd really flipped my cork.
"You've been reading too many of those crazy books and wild magazine stories," he'd said, shaking his head.
Oh, if the fool would only try some of the things I'd been almost begging him to try. I'm so sure our marriage could have taken on a whole new meaning had he not been such a stuffed shirt when it came to sex.
"Ah, eek!" I cried out as that tongue found a passage, my slit, to the center of my passion pit beneath that mass of pubic curls and flickered along the length of it just as lightly as it had over the flesh of my thighs.
I was no longer afraid of scaring the boy off by letting out a startled cry such as that one. He'd tasted the real female flesh, gotten himself a whiff of that aroma and nothing could have kept him from wanting more, more, and more of what he'd surely discovered was the most delightful thing he'd ever known in his whole life.
Ah, it was working its way inside. It was going down, down, and down! It was twisting this way and that way, it was raising three different kinds of hell. It was so smooth, so soft, and just warm enough to light all those smoldering embers deep within the heart of my being.
There was only one thing that could have felt better. I knew that was coming though. It was coming much sooner than the boy was aware of it, as that tongue of his twisted and turned within my cunt, my canyon of passion. Oh, yes, the boy was going to fuck-do me all right before he got off that cot.
He made me reach two good orgasms that shook my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. He jerked his head back sharply when that happened and looked at me in a strange way before lowering his head once again. Yes, once he had a taste of love juice, he wanted a little more, but since he was young, a little more was all he'd wanted. Unlike an older man, he hadn't tried to make a pig out of himself and drain me dry.
That tongue of his was soon licking its way upward over my taut and churning stomach towards those big tits of mine. I could see the sweat standing out on his forehead in little beads and my nipples felt as though they just might burst at any moment. Oh, I gripped those posts holding that cot and thanked my husband for having brains enough to have fastened the thing to them so very, very well.
Stan was moving up between my spread-eagle thighs and I could feel the hardness, fullness of his cock, as it brushed the soft flesh of my inner thigh ever so lightly, the same way the tip of his tongue had done earlier.
I wanted to scream out at the boy! I wanted him to move a little faster and not take so fucking much time. I didn't scream at the boy, of course, for he was too young and too innocent to know what pure hell he was putting my whole being through at that moment.
He'd been so very kind and gentle that screaming at him would have been an inhuman kind of thing to do. It was hardly his fault that he was being taught things he would never have been taught if I hadn't come into his life at the right time. If anybody was to blame, it was his parents for not having seen to it he knew the things all young men his age needed to know so much.
His whole body was over mine, his manhood was right there almost on target to the entrance of my canyon of passion but not lined up for the smooth entrance that would make it so much better his first time around. I managed to let go of one of those posts and slipped my hand down between our hot, sweating bodies. I wrapped my fingers around the hard fullness of his cock's staff and guided the head of that tool of delight, into the entrance of my dripping cunt.
"Oh, man!" he gasped when he felt what was happening to him and I let go of the second post in order to lock my arms firmly around his neck.
"Now you're not going to try and pull away from me at the moment of the big happening," I cooed in his ear and knew he was hardly going to do a stupid thing like that.
"I just don't know what to do next," he managed to say and his lips were so close to those taut nipples of mine, I could feel the warmth of his breath upon them when he spoke those words so softly.
"Now just don't go worrying your head over such minor things as that," I cooed and lifted my feet from the cot so I might place my feet in the center of his buttocks and show him, in the only way I knew how, just what he should do next.
Oh, you have to learn to be very clever when you set out to seduce these young, virginal teen-age boys and teach them the facts of life. Why, just listening to those young men talking so boldly while they stand around on some street corner, you could get the idea that there isn't anything in the world they don't already know about the subject of sex, from beginning to end.
The first time I'd seduced a young man and learned how very little that boy actually knew about the facts of life, I'd been totally shocked. Nobody could have told me that he wouldn't have known just what to do for me once we were naked and stretched out on that cot. That was when I'd learned how so many lovely young girls got hurt the first time they were trapped in a parked car with one of those smooth-talking, good-looking young punks.
So with my feet resting gently but firmly in the center of his buttocks, I showed Stan how to start rolling those hips of his. He gasped sharply when he felt his manhood starting to move up and down, around and around there inside my hot, moist canyon of passion.
"Man!" he gasped and the tip of his tongue started ever so lightly over the taut nipple of my left tit while all that good, hard male fullness of his went in and out, in and out of my throbbing canyon of passion.
"Ahh! Ohh!" I sang out as my first orgasm rocked the whole of my being in a way I hadn't really expected it to do so very quickly, but that was one of the real joys of doing it with such a young, virginal boy.
You got so tied up inside, so fully aroused, that you had to reach more than one good orgasm. I guess it could have a whole lot to do with the way you were thinking, which actually assured you of such good orgasms so fucking often. All I knew was that each and every time I'd seduced one of those good-looking young men, it had paid off for me in a way it never had with my husband.
"Wow!" Stan gasped and then his mouth found mine and our tongues were quickly engaged in heated battle while all of his male fullness, and hardness seemed to be expanding right there within my canyon of passion.
Wham! Wham!
The poor boy just hadn't been able to hold back that good love juice of his any longer. It spurted deep into the very depths of my cunt hole and I swear I could almost feel it clean to the top of my head.
Oh, I know I couldn't really feel it clear to the top of my head, but it did feel that way. It was one of those really better times and I knew Stan and I were going to become very, very close. We'd talk and talk and I'd perhaps get a real good look into the mind of another handsome young teen-age boy while sexing it up good and often with him.
"Still think girls are silly?" I asked jokingly, as the boy rolled onto his back and lay there breathing so deeply.
"Man! those older cats at school just don't know what they're talking about when they start telling you all those things about being with girls and that whole line of crap," he said and took a deep breath.
"What sort of things, darling?" I asked and watched the rise and fall of his bare chest and marveled at the way his muscles rippled with his deep breathing.
"Ahh! you know," he said and I decided that was not the time to question him about all the crazy things those older boys had been telling him.
No, it was much better to just lie there by his side knowing he'd been a real part of my being in the only way another human being could become a part of another human being. It had been a perfect union and it was going to happen again and again.
Later there was going to be time for asking questions and getting answers. Later, there was going to be time for much more than just that.
Oh, of that you could fucking bet on!
CHAPTER THREE
"My old man lets me have a beer when we go fishing, but if my mother knew I'd ever had a bottle of beer, even when I was with my old man, she'd flip," Stan informed me after we'd dressed and moved back into the kitchen to have a nice, cold beer.
"I think your mother is worried about your getting into the habit of doing a lot of drinking," I replied and took a long pull from my can of beer.
I didn't usually go for beer drinking too strongly, unless I was in a place where they had it on tap. I'd noticed that beer seemed to be more of a man's drink and figured the reason for that was the simple fact it was so very filling and fattening.
"I like that blouse and those shorts," Stan said and his one hand just naturally went down under the table to find my thigh and start moving up and down over its soft, smooth flesh.
"I have a feeling you're going to find yourself taking much notice of the type of clothing women are wearing from now on, young man," I said, watching Stan lift his can of beer to his mouth and take a good long pull on it just the way I'd done.
"Isn't that a little strange?" he asked when he put his can of beer down on the table again. "I mean that I should only become interested in the type of clothing women wear after having seen one totally naked, or is it nude?"
"Let's say that you've just become totally aware of women the way all males do sooner or later," I replied and smiled back at the boy.
"Yeah! I sure have," Stan said and I could see that young mind of his was really doing a lot of deep thinking, if that's the way to put it?
I sat there toying with my can of beer and feeling that soft, smooth hand of Stan's move slowly up and down my thigh, sending little thrills all along my spine. While the boy and I just sat there at the kitchen table with his hand moving up and down my soft thigh, I was thinking it was the most wonderful time during a relationship.
Stan and I had been joined together on that narrow cot in the den. Our bodies had been a part of one another and we'd both gotten the very best from that union. We both knew that had only been the first time Stan would be on that cot with me while his cock was thrusting up and down, around and around within my canyon of passion.
No, we didn't speak of those things while we sat there, for there was hardly a need to. It was just something we were both aware of, I was sure, and no foolish words were needed to express such deep feelings.
I slipped my hand under the table, caught the boy's hand and guided it up along my thigh. Stan just sat toying with his beer and not even lifting his eyes in surprise as I moved his hand over the crotch of my shorts. I pressed the palm of his hand firmly against that soft material and knew he could feel the fullness, perhaps even the warmth of my mound through it.
His tongue darted out and flicked lightly over his lips before he lifted his can of beer from the table. I watched Stan take a long pull on that can of beer and pressed the palm of his hand more firmly against the crotch of my shorts and my mound there beneath them.
"I bet that pool is just about filled now, Mrs. Parker," Stan managed to say, though I'd have had to be both blind and stupid not to have seen how much trouble he was having just talking.
"Yes," I said, feeling my own desires starting to awaken way down there in the depths of my canyon of passion once again while the nipples of my big tits started burning beneath the small cups of the bra I'd put on.
Stan got to his feet quickly and being the perfect young gentleman he always was, moved behind my chair to help me get to mine. Oh, I'd taught the boy a lot about sexing it and doing it to me all right but there was one thing I hadn't needed to even try and teach him.
That boy had such a big heart and it was so filled with love, that even thinking about teaching him the meaning of real love would have been a waste of time. I'd been shaken up badly once to learn that while you can teach a handsome young man how to sex it up real good, you just can't teach him the meaning of love if it's not in him.
I'd been pretty lucky when it had come to picking out young men around the neighborhood that could be trusted to keep their mouths shut. It wasn't that I was ashamed of what I was doing, but there did happen to be some people who would have frowned upon an older woman such as myself sexing it up with such young boys.
One young man had learned very quickly when it came to sexing it up. He'd been more than eager to help me remove my brief panties and even tore them in doing so. He'd shoved my body roughly back onto the narrow cot once I'd been naked, moved between my thighs and shoved his male organ deep into my canyon of passion and started thrusting it up and down, around and around, almost savagely so that even though I'd reached two full orgasms before his love juice had spurted deep into my narrow passageway, I'd been highly disappointed.
Later, I'd heard tales that young man had spread around and knew he'd been bragging by the way some of the younger men looked me over when I walked down the street. It had been a most unnerving feeling and one which I just never wished to go through again. I was much more careful in my choice of young men.
Young men like Stan, who had so much love to give, were not likely to go around making an ass out of the person who showed them the right way to express all the love locked so deeply within themselves.
"Man! just a little longer and water would have been flooding the backyard," Stan said and hurried over to shut off the tap to which he connected the hose.
"I'd hardly have wanted the backyard flooded, even though we could use a little rain," I said and looked up at the sun as it shone down from a perfectly blue sky in which there wasn't a cloud as far as the naked eye could see.
"Yeah! the old man has been yelling about the lack of rain for a couple of weeks at least now," Stan said, as he came trotting back to stand at my side.
I watched the easy movements in which the boy ran and couldn't help but smile. He was so graceful, it came as a bit of a shock. Usually you think of girls being graceful on their feet, but never good-looking young men with all those fine muscles.
"We'll have to let that water stand at least a good two days before we can swim," I said and patted Stan lightly on the shoulder.
"I sort of lay on my back and float, if you know what I mean, Mrs. Parker," the boy said and darned if he didn't blush when he had to confess to me that he couldn't swim worth a damn.
"So I use a rubber float you blow up with air in the pool," I said, which of course was true, but which didn't mean I couldn't swim.
I was hardly going to tell Stan what a really great swimmer I actually was, that I'd won several contests back in my high school days. I'd already had to show him far too much already. He could get the feeling that I was just too good for him and that would be the end of it. I never wanted it to be over between the two of us.
"You going to let me go swimming in your pool?" he asked and he sounded a little surprised, which I thought was just a little strange.
"And just why wouldn't I let you go for a swim in my pool, darling?" I asked and slipped my arm around that slim waist of his.
"Well, you know how some people like to talk," he said and I was sure he'd heard that from some real stupid adult, for he was way too young to be worrying about what some foolish people talked about.
"It happens to be my pool and it happens to be here in my own private backyard," I informed Stan. "Since that is the case, I shall let anyone I want swim in it and those nasty minded people who don't like it can go to hell."
"Gee! you know you're really cool," he said and his arm slipped around my narrow waist and that meant much more to me than those few words of his.
There we stood by the side of the freshly filled pool with our arms locked around each other, acting very much like two lovers, glad to be alone. That was what we were, really, two young lovers who had just learned the real joy of giving ourselves so completely to each other.
It was one of those really good times you hated to see come to an end. This can be a cruel world though, and nothing is more certain than the passing of time. Those hands on the face of the clocks just keep going around and around endlessly so that nothing ever stays the same.
"I think I'd better be getting to the store," I said, at last, breaking the long silence.
"Yeah! my mother will be wondering what's taking so long," Stan said and moved away from my side to pick up the old shirt he'd dropped earlier that morning.
I watched him slip into the shirt and wished I'd brought my cigarettes along. If I'd been thinking right, I'd have had my cigarettes and my car keys with me, the boy could have walked me to the car in the garage. Perhaps he'd even have kissed me good once we were out of sight.
"I've got to go inside and get my keys and cigarettes," I said, after taking a deep breath.
"Oh, let me help you," he said and there was that something in his tone of voice which told me he wasn't thinking just about my car keys and my cigarettes.
"You really don't have to," I said and licked my lips while winking at him.
I knew it could have all been in my mind and I could be letting myself in for a very big disappointment, but I'd been willing to take that chance. Stan was such a loving young man that I couldn't see him leading anybody on, knowingly, and then dropping them. There has to be a kind of mean streak in a person, I've always thought, for them to do that and my wonderful young man just wasn't the type to have such a mean streak anywhere in the whole of that wonderful body of his.
We walked towards the house with our bodies so close, I could feel the tail of his shirt brushing the smooth flesh of my thigh. My own heart pounded just a little faster as we neared the house and those tiny red cells deep within my canyon of passion started churning around and around as we went up the back steps.
Yes, of course, I knew I was being just a little childish, but there do happen to be those times when a person can't always control his feelings. I've never talked to one of those head shrinkers or had any kind of training in the field of mental health, but there are certain things a person can figure out on their very own, I am sure.
"Umm, you sure do look good," Stan said, as the back door closed against our heels and even while he spoke, his arms were slipping around my narrow waist.
"You are so very gentle and thoughtful, darling," I cooed, before his mouth closed over mine.
There we stood just inside the back door of my home, locked tightly together and kissing up a storm. Man! if all the wild energy that is released in a kiss like that could only be put into a bottle and saved for later use, nobody would ever have to be worried about a power shortage again.
"Your lips are like fire," Stan said, when he broke off that long kiss.
"I could say something very stupid, but I think it's best to keep my mouth shut," I told the young man.
"I've heard a lot and there was something I'd kind of hoped you'd let me prove for myself," the boy said and his hand moved down to my thigh and once again moved up and down over its soft flesh.
I know it may seem like that was what the boy was doing all the time and in a way, I guess it was. Unless you've ever had such a handsome young man discover the thrill just the touch of your soft, warm flesh could give him, so he couldn't keep his hands off it, you just can't know what a thrill it can be. So if I keep telling you each and every time the boy touched some part of my body and ran his hand up and down over my flesh it's because I do feel it's important.
"I don't think you'd ask anything too far-out," I said and leaned forward to kiss Stan lightly on the tip of that short nose of his.
"No, of course not, Mrs. Parker," he assured me. "It's just that I have heard those older boys at school talking about what it's like to be in the back seat of a parked car with a chick who will let them do just anything they wish."
"Oh, I see," I said and my desire was starting to build at the very thought of being so cramped in the rear seat of the car with Stan.
Just for one brief moment, I remembered, in a flash, about that ride so long ago. About how crude and mean that, so-called, nice man had been, but it quickly passed. Stan would never ever force himself upon me, not even if I should get cold feet once we were in the car and decided to chicken out on him.
No, Stan had surely learned that using force to get what he wanted from a woman, from anybody, was hardly the way to go about it. If I turned chicken once we were cramped into the rear seat of the car, he'd surely prove he was the gentleman I knew him to be and let me out. He'd very likely be just a little uptight and not totally understanding of what had happened, but he'd go along with my foolish wishes just because that was how he was.
"I'll get my keys, cigarettes and money," I said and moved quickly from the kitchen and away from the boy to give myself just a little time to relax and cool down.
I found everything laying right where it should have been, so there was no excuse for stalling around and taking a lot of time gathering up what I needed. The palms of my hands were starting to feel a little sweaty and my heart was hammering away against my chest like a sledge hammer working overtime.
Stan was moving restlessly about the kitchen when I walked back into that little room, so I knew I wasn't the only one who was having a case of nerves. Seeing how uptight the boy was, I got a little mad just thinking there were those foolish people who would see only evil in my teaching him all the important things I was teaching him.
"Well, I think that's everything, darling," I said, with the hope that my voice sounded light and cheery, the way it should, since he was only going to be the perfect gentleman and walk me out to my car.
"Gee! you don't carry one of those big, oversized bags with all that crazy junk in it like my mother does," Stan said and damn if he didn't take hold of my free hand.
I let Stan pull the back door shut and then I led the way down the steps and along the narrow path to the old garage where the car sat waiting. Even as I walked, I could feel those little things with wings flying around and around deep inside the pit of my stomach.
Oh, I knew what was going to happen once the two of us were in that car. I knew what was going to happen and wanted it to happen with all of my very being. Still, there was that tiny little knot of fear way down there inside of me, which was making it hard to even breath.
So, I had one hope. One violent hope you might say and that was once it had happened again, with a boy like Stan, I'd learn that all my fear had been for nothing.
Oh, I just had to shake that violent fear one way or another before much longer. It was going to have me climbing the fucking walls unless I did so real soon.
CHAPTER FOUR
This may sound really stupid, but you must remember what was about to happen and that just maybe my mind was playing its own special kind of crazy tricks. Anyway, I found myself walking towards the garage wishing that husband of mine would get up off his ass and get around to building us a nice, bright new garage. It seemed so out of place to buy a new car each and every year, as though that were our only way of keeping track of time, and not have a new garage to house such nice, new cars.
Stan opened the heavy old garage door with such ease that I was sure it just had to make him feel real good. When he turned and grinned at me, I knew he'd been showing off all those fine muscles of his and didn't blame him the least for doing so.
"That stupid door always gives me three different kinds of hell," I said, more to have something to say than anything else, while the boy took the keys from my hand and moved to unlock the car doors. "You lifted that heavy old door like it was nothing more than an empty wooden box."
.Stan had unlocked the front doors on both sides of the car and gotten into the rear seat to unlock the rear door on the left-hand side of the car. I felt a trembling start way down below my knees and moved quickly towards the open rear door of the car, before giving myself any more time to think those crazy thoughts.
If I'm to be perfectly honest in telling my story, I must here confess to the fact that I was scared. I was so scared I'd have laughed earlier if anyone had tried to tell me that just the simple act of getting into a car could scare anybody so fucking much.
"Ummm, we'll be nice and close in here," Stan said, as he leaned over me to catch the handle of the car door and pull it shut.
"Don't you think we should really roll down one or two of the windows a bit?" I managed to ask and knew the boy couldn't help but hear the change in my voice, unless he wasn't really listening to what I was saying but thinking only of the fun we were going to have.
Fun! ha, how little that boy could know of the fear which was becoming a very real knot in the pit of my stomach. He'd never dream that an older woman, so wise in the ways of life, could be so very scared. Not of just a boy like himself who had done nothing but what he'd been told.
"Man! these thighs have to be the softest two thighs in this whole wide world, Mrs. Parker," he said and once more he had both hands on my bare thighs and they were moving up and down over my soft, warm flesh.
Oh, those hands moved so very lightly that they felt like a feather barely touching my skin. Slowly and with a little force of will power, I spread my thighs just a bit wider to give those gentle hands more room in between them. The boy grasped what I had on my mind as though a message had been flashed from my brain to his and his hands moved to the even softer, even warmer flesh of my inner thighs.
My heart was really pounding away against my chest, while my tits rose and fell sharply with each deep breath I took, for suddenly there just didn't seem to be enough air for the two of us there in that car. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to form a picture in my mind. So, all right, I was trying to play one of those cute little tricks on myself to keep from screaming at the boy.
"You look real warm, baby," Stan whispered and his lips were suddenly so close to my one ear that the feel of his warm breath on my soft flesh startled me.
"Yes," I said and reached for the handle to roll the window down just a little more, only to learn that had not been what Stan had in mind at all.
His one hand left my right thigh and went to those tiny white buttons at the front of my blouse. Every nerve in my body became taut as those slim fingers of his started to unfasten the front of my blouse.
Oh, it was so stupid, so childish that right at that moment I was calling myself every name in the book and a few I'd have bet they never wrote in any old book. After all, I was the real smart one who had started out to teach the boy all of those things he just had to know, so what the hell could I expect. The boy hardly knew what he was doing.
It was when I became aware of how flushed Stan's cheeks were and how very hard he was breathing, that some of my fears vanished. No one who was as thrilled and excited by what he was doing as the boy happened to be, could have been thinking any nasty thoughts. No, it was those real cool guys with all the answers and the smooth lines who did the real harm in this world of today.
My blouse was open clear down the front and Stan was pulling it from under the waistband of my shorts almost before I was aware of how quickly and skillfully those slim fingers of his had moved. Man! talk about a shock. That cool air against my bare flesh below the hem of my brief bra sent chills running up and down my spine.
Without really thinking, which is often the best way of doing things, I was leaning forward. Those soft, smooth hands worked my blouse off over my shoulders, down my arms and moved back up along my bare back to find the thin strap holding my bra in place. I'd let the boy watch me remove my clothes back in the house and it was paying off.
With the skill of an expert, the boy unhooked my bra with such ease, one could have gotten the impression he'd done it many times before. When my big tits were free and he could see how hard and firm my nipples were standing, Stan wasn't really as impressed as he'd been back there in the den, for perhaps he was getting the feeling they were like that all the time.
"You're catching on very, very fast, young man," I told the boy and found my voice once more sounded like my own calm, cool voice and not like the voice of a still, scared-to-death child.
"You're the best teacher I've ever had," Stan said and he winked at me.
"Now don't tell me a bright boy such as yourself could be having any real big problems in school work," I said, while those slim fingers of his moved up over the slopes of my left tit's creamy white mound towards its nipple.
"Man! some of the things they keep trying to force us to read and even write just don't make any sense at all," he said and flickered the nipple of my tit ever so lightly with his one finger tip.
"I know, darling," I said and remembered how I'd felt very much the same way back when I'd been going to school, so just maybe, the generations weren't as far apart as some people would like to have us think.
"I'll bet you got all A's when you were in school if you were lucky enough to have all men teachers," Stan said and the palm of his hand moved over the nipple of my big tit and that was the kind of feeling a woman could learn to live with.
Those little things with wings were flying around, not only way down in the pit of my stomach, but in my canyon of passion as well. I could stand that, but only as long as the fear seemed to have slacked up enough so that my breathing didn't hurt. When you're in such a cramped area as the rear seat of a car with only one window opened, breathing can be hard enough without having something like a needless fear making it worse.
For a while at least, Stan seemed to have forgotten what two lush thighs I had. His hands were both closed over the swollen mounds of my big tits and his palms were pressing my taut nipples back into the soft, creamy white flesh beneath them. I wouldn't have said anything to the boy, that might shake him up badly, but I was glad he had chosen to tease my tits for a while.
It was strange, but most of the young boys I'd seduced had become so excited over the size of my big tits that they had been almost unaware of my legs and thighs. While I'd been with those young boys I'd wished they'd take a little interest in what good legs and really fine thighs I had. Now I was with a young man who seemed to see nothing but my thighs and I wished he'd notice my big tits.
"I'll bet those shorts are pretty hot," Stan said, breaking the long silence and once again I felt that very slight twinge of fear way down in my stomach.
"Yes!" was all I said and reached up to lock my arms tightly around the boy's neck and pulled his face down close to those big tits of mine.
While he'd spent some time rubbing the nipples of my tits, he hadn't actually kissed them good. Oh, sure, he'd flicked the tip of his tongue lightly over my nipples and up and down the slopes of the mounds beneath them, but that was not at all what I'd come to expect from these handsome young men whom I'd set out to seduce, so very, very cleverly.
"Umm, kind of like two ice-cream cones," Stan said, when I'd pulled his mouth so close to my right tit that he couldn't keep from flicking his tongue lightly over its taut nipple.
"Oh, if you were only aware of how I feel, having your tongue touch my nipples, darling," I cooed and knew it was more than likely I'd lost the boy, something I seemed to be doing all the time.
No, I never wanted to lose that young man who was so gentle, so kind and so filled with love. He was one in a million which was something I'd surely learned after having made all those good seductions, if nothing else.
Up and down, up and down the tip of that tongue moved over the slope of my creamy white left tit. Around and around went that quivering in my stomach, a sensation that was becoming so much a part of my being.
I could feel my canyon of passion churning around and around and knew I was about to reach a good orgasm. It had been a long while since I'd known the pure delight of having a good orgasm while still wearing my shorts and panties. The fear was so slight, it hardly seemed to be there at all and for that, I was giving all the credit to Stan.
The boy was being so very gentle and kind, that I was hardly aware of his hands working on the snaps there in the side of my shorts. If those two hands had been the least bit rough while unfastening those snaps I'd have been screaming my fool head off. The memory of how rough that one pair of hands had once been was still so very much a part of me.
We were cramped into the rear seat of the car, which seemed to be exciting the boy a whole lot more than our having been in the den. I got the feeling all of those wild stories he'd been hearing from those older boys at school had given him nothing but a lot of wild ideas. It could be he expected much more from our sexual union in the car, once it took place, than he'd gotten in the den. "Easy, easy," the boy whispered into that deep cleft there between my big tits and it was kind of a funny feeling, if you know what I mean.
"You're so wise and gentle," I whispered and lifted my hips from the edge of the seat, after closing my eyes and letting a picture of that cot back in the den form in my mind.
So, I was cheating and not being completely honest with myself. All right, I was still going to prove that I could control those stupid fears of mine one way or another and wasn't that what I was really after.
Down, down and down over my lush thighs went my shorts and I swear that rough material seemed to be taking forever just to be worked down over my thighs to my knees. Oh, I knew it wasn't taking as long as it seemed. It was like waiting for the mail or a telephone call to come. It seemed to be a whole lot longer than it really was before either one came through.
I felt the boy's smooth hands moving back up over my bare thighs, while my shorts had not yet been pulled down past my knees and there was that tight knot of fear in the pit of my stomach again. In a way, it felt a whole lot like a lump in my throat and I found myself swallowing which, of course, didn't work in the least.
"Hey! what's wrong, Mrs. Parker?" Stan asked when I made no move to lift myself from the edge of the car's rear seat once his fingers were hooked into the waistband of my brief, tight panties.
"Nothing, darling," I cooed and was surprised how normal my voice sounded, while it took every ounce of will power in the whole of my body to be able to lift myself from the rear seat of the car.
"Man! I don't understand you at times," Stan said and at least he wasn't afraid to tell me just what was on his mind, the way so many people were.
"When you get older you'll discover there happen to be times when we don't even understand ourselves fully," I told Stan, while the silkish material of my panties seemed to be taking just twice as long to be worked down along my lush thighs to where my shorts were.
To keep my hands and my mind busy, I managed to slip both hands in under the tail of his shirt and got my fingers in under the waistband of his trunks, I might work them down over his full, muscular hips. Oh, that boy had such a lean, hard body with no needless fat anywhere on it, so that just running my hands over it was pure joy. The women and younger girls his own age were going to be flipping over him and before too much longer.
There are some women who go for men with lots and lots of muscles. I'd rather have a man or boy who had a nice lean body than one with all those bulging muscles any day of the week. So maybe I'm some kind of a nut, but that happens to be my own personal choice and I'm stuck with it.
Stan was fully aroused and ready to fuck, do me again, which was to be fully expected. It didn't actually have anything to do with the way he'd been teasing my tits or the fact he'd worked my shorts and panties down over my knees either. No, most of it was in his mind and most of what was in his mind came from those wild stories he'd been hearing from those older boys at school.
I'd once heard it said that a girl, or woman, seduced herself long before the man she was with seduced her. I'd sort of laughed at that, but in a way, it did make a crazy kind of sense when you thought about it. Unless a girl, or woman, was ready to be seduced by the man or boy she happened to be with, she could manage to prevent that from happening in any number of ways.
The warm head of Stan's big, hard cock brushed ever so lightly against the soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs and it was I could do to keep from screaming out at the top of my voice. Yes, that fear was right back there in the pit of my stomach, as though it had never left and given me three different kinds of pure hell. What it felt like, actually, was having a big, hard rock dropped right into the pit of my stomach, so I couldn't move out from under it or even scream for help, its weight was so great.
"Please, darling!" I gasped. "Hurry! put it all the way into me! Now, now! darling!"
Poor Stan was so startled when I started begging for a fuck, he almost pulled back off of me. I couldn't let that happen right at that moment. No, not when I was about to learn that I really had no need to fear being alone in the rear seat of a car with such a nice, gentle boy as Stan, who would rather die than hurt anybody.
"Please! you can't stop now, darling!" I gasped and the boy must have heard something in the tone of my voice which let him know there was nothing I wanted, had to have more, right at that very moment, than his cock thrust deeply into the tight, moist passage of my steaming cunt.
With a thrust of his fine, muscular hips, the boy drove the full length of his prick deep into my burning passage and started pumping his hips like crazy. Up and down, up and down, around and around went that wonderful tool of his and I reached not one, not two, but three full and complete orgasms before his love juice was spurting so deep into my fiery honeyhole.
It was amazing that the boy had so much love to give when I needed it so fucking bad.
"Oh, you were a darling," I cooed, when the boy had rolled away from me and we'd both had time to catch our breaths.
"You had me a little scared there for a while," poor Stan confessed and I was very sorry I'd done that.
"It's a long, long story, darling," I replied, for trying to explain it all to him right then when I was still so tied up in knots, would have been foolish. "It's something I was forced to do a long time ago and had nothing at all to do with the pleasure you just gave me."
"I sure don't feel like walking to the store and picking up those things my mother wanted," he confided.
"Why don't you ride along with me and help me with my bags and things?" I asked, never once dreaming of what was going to happen to the two of us once we reached the supermarket and were so innocently doing our shopping.
It all helped, I'll always be sure, to prove to Stan that getting what he wanted by force of any means, was just not the way he should go about it. Still, if I had known of those two men, and what was going to happen, I'm not sure I'd have offered that boy a ride to the supermarket.
He was much too gentle and kind to go through what the two of us were to go through within the next few hours or so.
It was just something that happened and nobody could have foreseen it. Nobody in the world.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey! you're about one of the best women drivers I've ever seen," Stan said, when I'd backed the old car neatly out into the street and we were on our way to the supermarket at last.
"Now women drivers aren't really so bad," I said, after blowing a stream of smoke into the air.
"Oh, come on," the boy said and patted my thigh very, lightly. "You have to be aware of how often my mother has dented the rear of our car by smacking into another parked car, or that tree which stands to one side of our drive."
"You know some of these drives are tricky," I said, and felt my desire starting to awaken just from the feel of his hand patting my soft, warm thigh.
Oh, what that boy had done for me in the rear seat of the car back in the garage. It was something I'd never forget or ever be able to repay him for.
"I've heard some of the older guys around the neighborhood call you the den mother," Stan confided. "Since you don't work with any boys' clubs, I didn't get what they were talking about."
So, those older boys were calling me the neighborhood den mother. Well, I was much too old to blush and I really couldn't be mad or ashamed of the title they seemed to have seen fit to give me. Trying to remember how many boys I'd taken into the den to seduce and learning I couldn't, it was easy to understand how I got that title.
"Why that's very nice of them," I said and couldn't help but feel a little sense of pride, knowing I'd won so much respect from those handsome young boys. I'd much rather sex it up good with one of them than some older guy who would feel he was the one doing me the big favor. "There do happen to be those high-hatted people who would see only evil in my making love to you young men, you know."
"What the heck," Stan said and I'll be darned if he didn't have to look away from me.
While the traffic was fairly light at that time of the day, it did start to get a little heavy around the supermarket. I could remember how I'd had to drive a good eight miles into the nearby city to do my weekly shopping and what a real pain in the ass that had been. Some people had yelled at first when the supermarket had been built, but once it had been opened and they discovered how nice it was they had quickly changed their tunes.
"Man! will you look at that doll," Stan said when I had slowed down to make the turn into the parking lot.
I was glad of the cigarette between my lips so the boy couldn't see that I just had to smile, hearing that from him. Oh, if it had been my husband, I'd have fully expected such a remark, for the young woman wearing the hot pants in the parking lot of the supermarket was a living doll. A living doll I knew for a fact my husband had tried to pick up at more than one party.
"That's Jan Notes," I informed Stan while gliding the car between two parked cars. "My husband thinks she is some package."
"She sure has good looking legs and thighs," the boy said and his hand seemed to be pressing my thigh just a little more firmly.
"You've just never been interested enough to take a real good look at women's legs and thighs before," I tried to explain, while I swung my own legs out of the car wondering if I might not have lost the boy once again, the way I'd been doing all day long, by trying to explain things to him he just wasn't ready to grasp.
Stan was out of the car and following along behind Jan Notes so quickly, that for once he forgot to be the perfect young gentleman he'd been all day long. I really couldn't blame him though, for Jan did have good legs and thighs.
I followed Stan, thinking that he'd been given the fine, lean muscular body all young men of his age should have. I knew it wasn't polite for a woman to so openly watch the movements of a young man when he walked while in public, but I just couldn't help myself. It seemed all wrong for men to get away with being able to strip us broads with their eyes, while we broads weren't supposed to even be aware of what fine bodies the men all around us had.
Stan got himself a cart and was right behind Jan. I had to smile to myself when I remembered how shy he'd been not too many hours before in my kitchen. Oh, sexing it up good with a completely mature woman can change the way a boy feels about things a whole lot. From that day forward, Stan would no longer be looking at women the way he'd been before our trip to the den.
Like everybody else in that store, I was totally unaware of the two men who had followed me through those swinging front doors. Even had I noticed either of those men, I'd have thought nothing of their being in the store at that time, for they were just two businessmen, or perhaps salesmen who had come to dicker with the manager.
Oh, how very wrong I was in thinking of those two as businessmen or salesmen. They might have come into the store to dicker with the manager, but they hadn't come into the store with the idea of not having things turn out the way they wished.
I was chosen to be the lucky one that day, or so it would have seemed. I just happened to need a check cashed before doing my shopping and that, of course, called for a trip up to the little office to see the manager. I couldn't have gone ahead and done my shopping and then gotten my check cashed the way most people did. Oh, no! Not me!
I had to go walking up to the window of that little office window as innocently as a new-born babe, just when one of those two gentlemen just happened to be pulling a gun from under coat.
"Now let's have the money that was taken in last night and early this morning," one man barked.
"Ah!" I gasped like a fool, for the thing to do at that moment would have been turn on my heels and run like hell for the front door.
"Grab that bitch behind you," the other man snapped and he pulled a gun from under his coat.
I tried to whirl and run for the door then, but I'd waited too long. The first man to pull a gun had a firm grip on my right elbow and was forcing me to stand in front of him. I could feel that gun pressed hard against my spine and if I thought I'd once known fear in a parked car, it was only with that gun in my back that I knew the meaning of pure fear.
"Hey! what's going on!" I heard Stan cry and the boy came running to try and help, only to have the second man catch his arm and use him as a shield.
"Well, well," the man who had pulled the gun in the first place said and I knew his eyes were moving over me even while he pressed that gun of his into my back.
"Just don't get carried away until we get the two of them and the loot into the car," the other man said and when he laughed it was the kind of laugh which left no doubt in my mind, whatever, about its meaning. I could feel the lump in my throat and that fear in the pit of my stomach. The fear in the pit of my stomach was the real thing, this time, and I wasn't trying to fool myself like I had been while Stan and I were in the rear seat of the car. I was going to get hurt and hurt badly again by both of those men with guns and I wasn't trying to kid myself into thinking even Stan's being there might help.
The store manager was a red-faced little man to begin with and with those two men holding two customers at gun point, his face grew even redder. I know this might sound strange, but I couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor little man who seemed to be more petrified than even I was. Since all that happened that day and that night, I've come to think people start thinking crazy things like that to keep from really thinking about what's happening to them.
"Man! just take a real good look at the size of knockers this bitch has got for herself," said the man holding my arm so firmly. Then he laughed.
"I told you to watch it until we were in the car," the other man said and chuckled. "Judith is going to take a liking to this young man, too."
"It's got a cock between its legs and that's all Judith is going to be interested in," the man holding my arm said and I knew Stan was going to see the raw, evil side of the nature at its very worst before we got away from the two men holding us at gun point. "I think you're out of your mind keeping that broad around to drive the car, even."
The manager had stuffed all of the money he had in the office into two large paper bags and was shoving those two bags through the window. The man holding Stan's arm shoved the boy forward and ordered him to pick up the bags.
"What we want is time to get out of town before you go pushing any buttons," the man behind Stan told the manager and laughed. "Things are going to be bad enough for that bitch without the cops chasing us all over hell and back."
"Move, baby," the man holding my arm ordered and let me know he wasn't playing around, by twisting my arm higher up, so my hand was right between my shoulder blades.
"Oh, please!" I moaned and moved forward with him using my arm as a means of letting me know just where it was he wished me to go.
When I'd walked into that nice, cool supermarket such a short time before, I'd never dreamed anything like that could happen to me. Not right there in that big store with all those people around. It was something you read about happening to other people even while telling yourself you'd never be foolish enough to get into a mess such as that.
So, there I was in a mess like that and there wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it. Oh, I knew what was going to happen once those two men had Stan and myself in that car they'd talked about. My eyes had seen the look of pure, naked lust on a man's face before, remember, and what pure hell I'd been put through for so many years because one stupid man had not been able to control his lust.
Stan had picked up the bags of money the way he'd been ordered and was moving ahead of all of us. I kept looking back over my shoulder as though I fully expected somebody to step in and make that monster twisting my arm let go of me. Ha! there wasn't a chance in hell anybody would be foolish enough to tangle with the man holding that gun up against my spine.
"You're going to be a lot of fun once we really get to know each other, baby," the man said and his breath was so hot against the flesh of my ear, it almost burned it.
"You can't get away with this!" I gasped and all that got me was one of those real nasty sounding laughs.
"Shit! Norris and I were planning on taking us a human hostage but we sure weren't expecting a living doll like you to come walking right up to us when the time came," I was informed and a cold chill ran all along my spine.
So, the two men had planned on taking a human hostage even before they'd walked into the store. That meant they had had other plans, too, and if I hadn't come along at the right time, they would have snatched somebody else. I'd noticed how many really young girls had been in that store and found myself thinking that maybe it was a good thing I had gone to the office to cash my check.
Once we were outside of the store, the man who'd been called Norris whistled one of those real shrill whistles and a long, green car came rolling up with its left rear door open. I got a look at the redheaded doll behind the wheel and knew Norris wasn't keeping her around just to drive the car.
"You and that bitch get into the rear seat with the money, Arnie," Norris snapped after he'd Stan toss both bags of money into the rear of the car. "The punk and I'll go around and slip in front with, Judith."
"You really going to let that cunt drive with a sexy looking stud like that sitting next to her?" Arnie, the man holding the gun against my spine asked, while he shoved me towards the rear door of the long, green car.
I had a feeling there was some bad blood between the man called Arnie and that redheaded doll. I knew, that any bad blood, for any reason, between the members of a gang could lead to nothing but a whole lot of trouble.
Stan moved around to the far side of the car with Norris like he was told. At least he'd given up the idea of being a real big hero of some kind and saving me from the devil, or so it seemed. I hoped he kept right on seeing what a foolish thing it would be if he were to try and do anything while both those men had guns.
I heard both car doors slamming shut and felt that car close in all around me. It was kind of a sickening feeling and one which I didn't wish to live with ever again. Once was enough and if I ever got out of the mess I was in I'd be a whole lot more careful.
"Man! what a pair of knockers," that blasted Arnie said and his hand was tearing those buttons from the front of my blouse, before the car started to move. "I ain't never licked a pair of knockers this big, before."
"Shit! I've heard you chew nipples, not lick or suck them the way most men," the redhead snapped and I was beginning to understand the bad blood between those two, as the car got under way.
There was a screaming of tires, a lot of yelling, and I'd have sworn we were going to hit the one car ahead of us, but Judith managed to swing around it without even nicking its fender. My heart was in my throat, so I couldn't have screamed had I wanted to, while those rough hands tore my bra away from those big tits of mine.
Yes, that bastard tore my bra off me without making any kind of effort to unfasten its narrow strap. It was the kind of thing I'd tried to teach Stan and all of those other young boys they should never ever do, when I got them into that den of my husband's.
I could see Stan had turned halfway around and was watching Arnie grasp my big tits in his rough hands. Oh, I think I felt sorrier for that boy right at that moment than I did for myself. He was so very kind, so very gentle, that I was sure just seeing Arnie grasp my big tits so roughly was making him a little sick.
"You're going to hurt her!" Stan gasped and all he got for thinking about my well-being, was to be jerked roughly around so he couldn't see what was happening.
"You just let Arnie take care of that bitch," Norris told the boy. "Say, could it be you and her is special friends?"
"Mrs. Parker happens to be a very nice lady," Stan said and I could only hope the boy would go on thinking of me in that light, once he'd seen those two men turn their lustful desires loose on me, while my own desires would get out of control, so I'd go all the way with them.
"Oh, ouch!" I moaned, while my hands balled into tight little fists at my sides, there on the rear seat of the car, and I hoped Stan couldn't see how flushed my cheeks were becoming, for I was sure he'd get the wrong meaning out of my reactions.
"I told you he chewed nipples," the redhead said and then she laughed the kind of a laugh that belonged back in some cheap barroom on the far north side of town.
"I'll bet that doll's got real good nipples, too," Norris said and chuckled. "Has she got real good nipples, son?"
"Yes," the boy stammered and I could hardly have expected him to know he shouldn't let those beasts we were with, know he'd seen my nipples.
"So, I was right after all," Norris said and something in his tone of voice when he spoke, sent little chills running all along my spine. "I'm beginning to see why you came running to give the fine lady a hand once you saw she was in trouble back there in the store."
"You mean that bitch and this punk had been fucking?" Judith asked and I wanted to scream at her for calling what Stan and I had done by such a foul name. Arnie kept gripping my big tits so roughly, he was going to leave his finger marks all over their mounds.
"Now come on, baby," Norris said and laughed. "You know lots of married broads who aren't getting enough cock at home, have to go looking for it some place else."
"But one with so much class?" Judith asked and even while I heard those two talking about me so coldly, there was something else that made it totally impossible for me to say a single word on my own behalf.
There was that cold feeling which had slipped in under the waistband of my shorts and panties. A cold feeling which I'd felt once before and knew came from a razor-sharp blade of a knife. A knife that was going to be used to cut away both my shorts and panties.
"This doll won't be needing her clothes for a while will she, pal?" Arnie asked and laughed.
"Not for as long as we're held up in this cabin," Norris replied and gave Stan a poke so the boy would turn his head in time to see what Arnie was going to do with his knife.
"If you think you've learned anything at all from the fine lady, just watch Arnie in action," Norris told the boy. "He'll show you the only way in the world there is of handling a broad and don't let no bitch tell you otherwise."
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. They could go to hell before I was going to scream or beg them for a fucking thing whether they knew it or not. They were only trying to make me look like an ass in front of the boy. That was all!
"You no-good, beast!" I screamed, when I felt the knife slice its way smoothly through my shorts and panties. "Beast!! You fucking beast!"
CHAPTER SIX
"You still think this is a lady with so much class?" Arnie asked and his one hand was on my thigh with those rough fingers of his digging into that soft, warm flesh.
"Shit! those broads with class know all the dirty words," Judith said, not willing to let Arnie say he'd gotten the better of her in any way whatever.
"I'll have to say one thing for this doll and that's the simple fact she has got one hell of a good body," Arnie said and laughed. "Man! just look at that thick patch of hers, will you."
"I'm sure the young stud has already had a good look at that patch for himself," Norris said and gave poor Stan a poke with his elbow. "Right, boy?"
"I never knew a woman had so much hair between her legs before," Stan replied and I just couldn't bring myself to look up into the boy's face.
"You two are real bastards, you know," Judith said and even though I hated to admit it, that was one time when I found myself agreeing with that broad all the way.
"Wait until you get a good look at our gal, Judith," Norris said and patted Stan on the shoulder in a man-to-man kind of way to let the boy know they were the best of pals.
Ha! they were the best of pals all right. Those two no good bastards were having all kinds of fun laughing at the poor boy, while he was unaware of it. They were going to teach him every twisted trick they knew when it came to sex and turn him from the sweet, gentle boy he was, into a monster if they could manage it and I was afraid they could do just that in no time at all.
"Where is the station wagon parked?" Judith asked and Arnie laughed softly upon hearing her question.
"Man! that broad can't wait to get out from behind the wheel of this heap, so she can get her hands on that young stud and teach him a thing or two."
"I'd wager our fine lady has already taught the boy plenty about sex," Norris said and he was clever enough to make it sound as though he thought Stan was wise beyond his years, rather than let the boy know he was laughing at him.
"I was teaching the boy how it should really be," I found myself saying on my own behalf, while I felt Arnie's hand move over the soft flesh of my inner thigh to rest upon my thick patch and full mound beneath it.
"Of course that's all you had on your mind," Norris said. "We know you weren't even thinking about the fulfillment of your own sexual cravings when you decided this fine young man should learn the facts of life from an older woman who really knew all the answers."
"She kept telling me a lot of things I just couldn't seem to understand," Stan confided to Norris, who got a big bang out of hearing that.
"Well, I wouldn't let that worry me at all if I were you," Norris said and laughed. "She was really talking to herself more than she was to you."
"How do you mean?" Stan asked and he was going to fall for whatever fucking line that Norris handed him and forget I'd been the one who'd first taught him that when two people both wished to engage in sex and there was no force involved, it could be a beautiful thing.
"Women have to have a special reason before they can pull off their panties and fuck with a man," Norris was telling the boy,, which was something so many men had talked themselves into honestly believing over the years. "They can't do it just because they want to the way us real men do, except in a very few cases."
"I'm glad you added that last part," Judith said and laughed. "I still want to know where that station wagon is parked before I drive right on by."
"About a mile up, turn into an old dirt road and keep your foot on the brake all the way down the hill," Norris informed Judith and for just a short time it looked as though our trio of captives had their minds on something other than just sex.
Oh, Arnie had hardly withdrawn his hand from between my thighs since he was the more sexual animal of the trio. Yes, if I was going to get hurt, Arnie would be the one who would do the honors. He reminded me so much of that man I'd taken that ride with so long ago.
"Slow down!" Norris barked and Judith hit those brakes so fast, everybody slid forward. "Easy, take it easy."
I felt two fingers slip deep into my slit and my desires really started churning around and around.
"Man! is this broad ever ready," Arnie said and chuckled, so I knew he was very pleased discovering that my slit was so warm and nice when his fingers were sort of thrust into it by the motion of the car.
"Make the turn sharp and easy!" Norris barked and it was un-likely he'd even heard what Arnie said.
Stan was sitting way forward on the front seat watching the road and I knew he was going to have a whole lot of respect for Judith. He seemed to think any woman who knew how to drive a car without hitting something was a queen of the road and could do no wrong. I'd known his mother had run into a tree once or twice and hit a parked car or two, but I hadn't dreamed she could be that poor of a driver.
Suddenly the car made a sharp right turn and we seemed to be going right straight down. It was almost as though the car was running on its two front wheels only, with its rear wheels up in the air. Oh, it couldn't have been, I know, but it surely seemed that way.
Arnie and I were both thrown so far forward that poor man had to use his hands to hold onto the rear of the front seat just the way I was forced to do. Now, that would have been the time when one of those big movie heroes would have managed to get the guns away from Norris and Arnie and even make a little love to me. Stan was hardly that type of hero nor was he giving such a move any thought being so impressed with the way Judith could drive.
"Man! I never had a ride like this before! the boy gasped and nobody in that car argued with him.
"Arnie thinks I'm nuts for keeping Judith around when she can drive a car this good," Norris said.
"Shit! that's not why you keep that cunt around," Arnie hissed and I knew he was actually scared.
In spite of all his roughness and meanness, Arnie was actually scared. He didn't like the way we were going down that hill with only the two front wheels still on the ground. He didn't like it at all.
"It's like being on a real slow roller coaster," Stan said and if he hadn't been so young, I'm sure Norris would have either slugged him good or told him to shut his mouth.
"I brought the station wagon in the way we'll be going out," Norris said and I figured he was letting Judith know she wasn't going to have to drive back up that hill.
I thought of driving a car back up that hill with only its rear wheels touching the ground. No that would have been totally impossible even for a trick driver like Judith to manage. She did have to be able to keep the car on the road, at least, and she couldn't have managed that unless its front wheels were touching the ground, so she could steer the thing, could she?
"You can't tell me anybody ever brought a car up that hill," Arnie said, when we'd reached the bottom and slid to a halt in loose earth.
"The army used it to test jeeps and tanks at one time," Norris replied and it sounded like something the army just might have done.
"Well, don't ever pick another fucked-up getaway route like that one," Judith said, as she opened the car door and got out.
Arnie slid from the other side of the car and motioned I should follow. The idea wasn't too pleasing, but there really wasn't much choice. I slid from the car while losing what was left of my clothing in doing so.
Now I don't mind being seen naked by other people since I do have a real good body. When it's out in the open like that and I'm the only member of the group naked, it does make me feel just a little odd, though. Having Arnie looking me over from the tips of my toes to the top of my head sure as hell didn't make it any better either.
"Move it, bitch!" Norris barked and the palm of his hand came down hard on my bare ass.
I moved quickly forward and found myself right in the arms of Arnie. He pulled my body hard against his, covered my mouth with his and there we stood out there in the open, looking, I was sure, like two real nuts.
"That old Arnie isn't going to be able to keep his hands off that, bitch," Judith said and then she got into the act by giving me a good swat on my bare ass and laughing that real dirty laugh of hers.
"Let's get those bags of money, son," Norris said to Stan and chuckled softly. "That's why we're all here."
Stan helped Norris get the two sacks of money from the rear of the car and we all started moving along what was little more than a narrow, dirt path. Arnie had one arm about my slim waist and one of my big tits cupped in the palm of his hand. My nipples were nice and hard the way they always got whenever I was sexually aroused and the warm sun on my bare flesh always aroused me sexually.
Judith was walking alongside of Stan and keeping a close watch on the boy. I have pointed out how his muscles seemed to ripple so smoothly when he walked or lifted something, so you couldn't really blame her. If she'd been a man she'd have had one arm around my waist, for she was the kind of woman who was well aware of the true beauty of the human body.
"Man! I like the way that boy's built," Judith said, breaking the long silence.
"Shit! you like the way all boys are built," Arnie said and laughed as his hand gripped my tit more firmly.
"At least I'm not pawing the poor boy right out here in the open," Judith spat without even turning her head to look at Arnie and myself.
"Now didn't I tell you two you'd have to cut out that bickering until this job was finished?" Norris asked.
"I still don't see why you keep a bitch like her around," Arnie said, and I had the feeling there was going to be some real bloodletting before Stan and I got away from that trio, unless Arnie watched his tongue, which didn't seem at all very likely.
"You just keep that mouth of yours shut," Judith hissed and she did turn to look Arnie right in the eye when she spoke that warning to him.
"Now both of you might try that!" Norris barked and there was that something in his tone of voice once again which sent those little chills running along my spine.
Something told me Norris was one of those men who just had to be the leader. His orders had better be followed and no questions asked, or there was going to be trouble. It was that kink in his makeup which helped explain his being the leader of such a trio.
"Yeah! you and me are going to be getting just about as close as two people can get, baby," Arnie whispered in my ear and I figured he was trying to prove to me he didn't give a hoot what Norris said.
I wasn't any too happy about sliding into the rear seat of the station wagon, once we reached it, not with Arnie. I knew that beast had but one thing on his mind and I wasn't ready to be fucked in a car by an animal like him.
Norris slid behind the wheel of the station wagon while Judith took a firm grip on Stan's arm and guided the boy to the left-hand side of the car. When everybody was inside the station wagon, Norris started the machine's powerful engine and we were off, leaving a thick cloud of dust behind us, while Judith moved real close to poor Stan and started working on the boy. Oh, I could see she had seduced a young man before by the way she went about it.
"I'll just bet you're real warm wearing that shirt after carrying that money all that way," Judith cooed in the boy's ear, while her fingers moved lightly over the back of his neck.
"It's kind of warm all right," the poor boy said and I could tell by the sound of his voice, how sexually aroused that no-good bitch was making him, by being so close and whispering in his ear like that.
"Well, I don't see any reason at all why you don't just unbutton it and slip it off," Judith cooed and she wasn't even trying to be the least bit coy with Stan.
"I guess the breeze would feel good," Stan said and he began unfastening the front of his shirt.
"Oh, such a nice, broad chest with almost no hair on it at all," Judith cooed.
"I thought women liked men to have lots of hair on their chest," Stan said.
"I guess some women do, but I like a chest I can kiss without getting a mouthful of hair," Judith informed Stan.
"There's something else she likes to kiss, too, without getting a mouthful of hair," Arnie said and his fingers were busy poking into my warm, moist slit once again.
"You just forget all about that crude beast even being back there, darling," Judith cooed and she kissed Stan on the ear in the same way I had and I felt my heart skip a beat which, of course, was real stupid on my part. There was nothing whatever between the boy and myself but a friendship. He was, you might say, a member of my pack and I being the neighborhood den mother, had done my job in giving him his first real taste of sex.
It was my big tits he had kissed and sucked first. I was the one who had proved to him that it wasn't as hard to fuck a fully mature woman as those boys at school had tried to make him think. I had seen to it that he wouldn't feel like a complete fool if Judith did take hold of his staff and guide his cock into the opening of her cunt hole, so he might fuck her good.
"Oh, please," I moaned when Arnie leaned forward and gripped my right nipple much too firmly between those thick lips of his.
Arnie only seemed to sort of chew on my nipple with that much more greed and I decided that begging him to take it easy was the wrong thing to do. There do happen to be those men in this world who get their real kicks out of hearing a woman beg them to take it easy. It only excites them that much more and gets the poor woman nowhere.
"You just can't be nice to that bastard," Judith informed me, while she helped Stan slip out of his shirt.
"Who's trying to be nice to him?" I asked. "I'm honestly thinking of biting his ear real good."
"Shit! you trying to get all of your teeth knocked out or something, honey?" Judith asked and laughed.
It was at that moment that Arnie decided to show me just how vicious he could really be when things didn't happen to go the way he wanted them to. Those teeth of his proved to be sharp enough to cut into the soft creamy white flesh at the base of my nipple and draw blood.
"Ah!" I cried sharply and felt the station wagon slowing down a great deal, though I wasn't really thinking clearly enough to grasp any connection.
"Christ! if a cop drives by and takes a look into this heap, he'll stop me for driving a whorehouse," Norris said, and he did have a point there.
"A rolling whorehouse," Judith said and her laughter was not meant to make Norris any happier, though she didn't seem too worried about getting him all worked up.
"Maybe Arnie is right," Norris hissed. "Maybe I ought to tell you to split once this job is finished."
"You go right ahead and do that, lover," Judith cooed. "Just see how lonely it is sleeping all alone at night, after being so used to having me around for so fucking long, and so willing to do all those crazy things you like to do in the name of love."
"What you're asking for is more than the loss of all your teeth, baby," Norris said, and I could feel that big blowup between the trio of our captives coming closer and closer all the time.
I could only hope that Stan and I were not caught in the cross fire when that blowup did come. It always seems to be those poor innocent bystanders who get hurt when the forces of evil clash the way the members of that trio were rushing head-on towards such a clash, which would surely lead to some bloodletting.
"Could be the boss is getting some brains in that head of his after all this time," Arnie said, licking the blood from his lips. "I always like to get something for my trouble when I suck a tit as big as yours, bitch."
"You-" I started to say and decided to save my breath, for nothing I said was going to mean anything to any member of that trio. They were all much too wrapped up in getting what they wanted, to be worried about somebody whom they had so firmly under their thumb.
No, it was much better to hold my tongue. To hope that when the blowup came it would not hurt Stan and myself too much, and that was asking for a whole lot. A whole lot more than I had any fucking right to ask for.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After he'd proven he could at least draw blood from the creamy white mound of my big tit, Arnie seemed to become a little bit of a gentleman. He permitted me to stretch out the full length of the station wagon's long rear seat, while all he did was stroke my bare ass and one thigh lightly with the palm of his hand.
I found myself wondering what dreadful things that beast was planning, for being a perfect gentleman just wasn't a part of his make-up. It was so out of place, really, that it shook me up much more than when he'd been treating me as if I were little more than an animal.
"Hey! what you doing?" Stan asked and his sharp tone of voice cut through the long silence like a knife.
"Now you just spread your legs and hold still, darling," I heard Judith cooing and when I tried to sit up, I found Arnie didn't plan on my seeing what was happening up there in the front seat.
"Now you just stay right where you are," Arnie said. "I'm sure you tasted that boy's nice, hard cock which is really all Judith is planning on doing."
Oh, no! That's not part of natural love, showing complete respect for each other and made very little sense to anyone, which of course, didn't really matter all that much, did it?
"I'd say the fine lady had talked herself into something," Norris said and I felt the car start to jolt around. I figured that we'd turned off the main road and were driving along one that wasn't used too much.
"Broads have a way of talking themselves into things," Arnie said. I found myself wondering why even somebody who was as stupid as that beast, felt they knew so much about what other people did and just why they did it.
I'd been thinking for a long time that people were trying to find too many answers for too many things. Nobody could just do something for the sake of doing it anymore the way it had once been. If you crossed the street you had to have a reason for doing so other than just wishing to be on the other side.
In spite of Arnie, I did manage to turn my head and get a look up over the rear of the front seat for myself. All I could see were Stan's bare shoulders and Norris's broad shoulders but wasn't that all I really should have expected to see with that redheaded bitch up there in the front seat with Stan?
I was hardly some sweet little virgin who didn't know what was going on in the world. I'd read about those older broads who loved to get their hands on healthy young men such as Stan and teach him all the twisted things about sex just for the pure hell of it. That was why I'd always stuck to teaching the boys how to fuck a girl, so they wouldn't hurt her while doing so. It was the one natural way for them to release all of their pent-up sexual desires that were bound to get out of control from time to time.
There was no need to teach those handsome young men I took into the den, all those twisted ways of enjoying sex, for that was hardly what sex was all about. Sex was meant to be clean and beautiful and shared only between two willing partners who really felt something for each other. It was wrong for young people to think that kind of natural sex between two people was evil and dirty.
"Hey! that feels funny!" Stan gasped and I could only guess as to what that bitch was doing to the poor boy's hard cock with that tongue of hers.
"You failed to show the lad some things he should known, it would seem," Arnie said and he gave me a good hard swat on my bare ass.
"What does he need to know that for?" I asked and my voice surprised me by sounding so very natural. "That's not the kind of sex two normal people enjoy."
"You saying you never gave that old man of yours a real good blow job and let him spurt his juice deep into that pretty white throat of yours!" Arnie said and the idea seemed to come as a complete shock to him.
"It's not the way to show your love for a person," I said and tried to sit up once more, only to find how rough those hands on my soft flesh could really get.
"I always thought of it as the one real way a bitch could show a man how much she thought of him," Arnie said. "Don't you even read any of the latest books and things, so you know what's happening all around you?
"You've got to remember that you're talking to a lady of class," Norris said and from the tone of his voice I knew he really didn't have too much respect for women of my type, which put us in the same boat.
"Hell, how come she plays around with these young punks if she has got so much class?" Arnie asked and his one hand was between my thighs searching for my slit.
"Well, even a lady with class has to have so much good fucking," Norris said and from the tone of his voice you got the idea he was talking to a small child. "When they don't get it at home from their own man, they find somebody else to give it to them."
"You mean that as long as she don't go from bar to bar looking to be picked up, getting sex from another man is okay in her crowd," Arnie said and he slipped two fingers into my slit and those tiny red cells deep inside my sloshy cunt were starting to churn like crazy once again.
"Well, maybe not with her crowd, but at least in her own mind, so she can look at herself in the mirror every morning without getting sick to her stomach," Norris explained and I had the feeling that he had lost Arnie just the way I had been losing Stan all day trying to explain something that the party we were trying to reach just couldn't grasp.
"Man! I'm glad I never got any fucked-up notions about sex, like that," Arnie said and those two fingers of his couldn't have felt more like a nice, hard cock thrusting up and down within my tight passage.
I lay there feeling my breathing become deeper and deeper while my passion mounted. I'd heard women tell about being raped and reaching a much better orgasm than they'd ever had while making love. When I'd first heard a woman tell that kind of a story, I'd been sure she was sick or she just couldn't have reached an orgasm while being raped. It just wasn't right!
Lying there on the rear seat of that jolting, rocking station wagon I was beginning to see things in a whole new light. The human body is not controlled by our brains the way we'd like to think it happens to be. It happens to be controlled by millions of organs within its depths. Once those organs are aroused, our bodies respond and there is nothing we can do about it.
So, Arnie wasn't making love to me. He wasn't actually raping me either. What the beast was doing was exciting and arousing those millions of organs which made up my being, so that my body was ready to be used whatever way he might so desire.
It was what Judith was doing to poor Stan, with one small difference. Thanks to the brief training I'd already given that wonderful boy, he was ready for whatever Judith wished to do to him. Not only ready for her, I was sure, but waiting, almost too eagerly.
"Ah! that feels so warm and tight!" Stan gasped and I could almost picture Judith's mouth moving up and down, up and down over the staff of his swollen cock.
"You really like that don't you, son?" Norris asked the boy and chuckled softly.
"I never dreamed anything could feel so good," Stan said and there was a tightness in his voice I hadn't heard even back in the den when I'd taught him the joys to be found fucking a woman.
So, I was starting to think the way that trio did. Could you really blame me with two orgies taking place there in that jolting, rocking station wagon.
"My poor boy," I moaned and felt my first orgasm coming on and I knew it was going to be a strong one which would, of course, make Arnie very pleased with himself.
Wham! Wham!
Oh, yes I reached an orgasm that shook the whole of my very being. I'd have said it couldn't happen to a plain, every day little housewife such as myself. It did happen though, so I knew I'd have to be changing my whole way of thinking. If the trio got the whole story of how I'd seduced Stan and learned of the other boys in the neighborhood and what those older boys called me, they would take it and twist it into something dirty and evil.
"Ah! Ah!" Stan gasped and I knew the boy was spurting his juice deep into the lovely white throat of that redheaded bitch.
Oh, I should have taught the boy how to do that but taking a hard, hot cock into my own mouth was something I'd never managed to master. I know there is a whole new outlook about oral sex, but it still seems the wrong way for a woman to make a man reach an orgasm, to me.
"I'll have to say one thing for our fine lady," Judith said, when she sat up, licking her lips.
"I'll bet I know what that is, baby," Norris said and braked that station wagon to such a sudden halt, he very nearly tossed Arnie and myself onto the floor.
"Christ! you're a hell of a bad driver and your stops are even worse," Arnie spat.
"What was I going to say about the fine lady?" Judith asked, not even seeming to have heard Arnie, which was a way she had of really getting under that man's skin.
"You were going to say that she really knew how to pick a well-hung stud," Norris said and it was as if Arnie and I were not even there in the rear of the station wagon with those two.
"At times you come so fucking close to reading my mind, you almost scare me," Judith told Norris and laughed.
"Shit! I didn't even know you had a mind anybody could read," Arnie said and opened the rear door of the car, after withdrawing his fingers from my moist, throbbing slit and leaving me with a strange empty feeling.
"Isn't there something you can do about that big mouth of our friend's?" Judith asked, as she opened the car door and swung her legs out, while I was sitting up taking a look around.
"I think it's time to have a show of strength to decide who has the first go with the fine lady, once we're inside the cabin," Norris said, as he got out of the station wagon and stretched.
"Hey! now that ain't fair and you fucking well know it," Arnie protested.
"That may be the case, but that's the way it's going to be, pal," Norris said and his tone of voice was cold.
I felt a shiver run along my spine. So the two men were going to let Stan see what happened when two animals got into it over a female. They were going to have some kind of fight to see which one of them got to fuck me.
It was wrong! so fucking wrong!
CHAPTER EIGHT
If I'd been looking for either Arnie or Norris to help me get out of the station wagon, I'd have been in for one big disappointment. Those two were nothing but beasts who just happened to walk around on two legs rather than four, and they weren't even as thoughtful as most dogs. Once I was standing alongside the station wagon, I saw the cabin sitting on the back of a narrow stream. It looked like the shack I'd seen in a hundred movies back when I'd been going steady with my husband, for he'd been one of those nuts who loved westerns. I thought of Arnie and Morris strapping on gun belts and facing each other for the big showdown. It was so funny that I started to laugh my fool head off.
"What the fuck got into you, bitch?" Norris asked and he slapped my face so hard he nearly knocked me to my knees on that rough ground.
I managed to keep my footing by getting my hands on the top of the station wagon, but my eyes blurred and even a few tears trickled from the corners of my stinging eyes to roll down my cheeks. Oh, I hated that man with all of my passion right at that moment. He didn't have any more feeling for me than he would have had for a dog, and all the while he was planning on fucking me.
"Go into the cabin and get those two sets of boxing gloves, baby," Norris said and gave Judith a swat on that well-rounded ass of hers.
"You really going to show your stuff?" Judith asked and quickly headed for the cabin, making sure both men and Stan could see the way those cheeks of her ass were rolling with each and every step she took.
"Man! just seeing her walk down the sidewalk, a man could start getting a good hard-on," Norris said and patted Stan on the shoulder.
"She sure is a fine looking woman all right," the boy said and he hadn't even lifted his eyes to look at me since we'd gotten out of the car.
"Yeah! but if you go and bet on a horse because of its looks alone, you're sure as hell going to lose your shirt," Arnie said and laughed.
"You've been asking for a good beating for a long time now, pal," Norris told Arnie and I got the feeling he planned on giving Arnie just that, if for no other reason than to show Stan what a big man he was.
"You really going to have a fight?" Stan asked and the tone of his voice told me he was beginning to have too much respect for a man like Norris, who would only betray any respect shown him, not only by the boy, but by anyone.
"Every now and then we put on the old boxing gloves and I'd show Arnie what could happen if he were to really cross me," Norris explained to Stan.
"He was a boxer once, so it just ain't fair," Arnie said and he was almost whimpering.
"The least you could do would be to act like a man," Norris said and I saw what a mean, vicious person he could really be if Arnie or anyone else was ever so foolish as to really cross him.
Judith came from the cabin carrying the boxing gloves and grinning from ear to ear. Oh, she was the type of bitch who would love to see two big, strong men slug it out. The only thing she would like better, would be seeing two such men go after each other with guns and knives. That way she'd be sure of seeing a lot of blood spilled and she'd love seeing a lot of blood run freely.
"You help Arnie slip into those gloves and make sure he ties them good and tight," Norris told Judith when she handed him one pair of the boxing gloves.
I had backed up against the side of the station wagon to be out of the way once those two brutes started swinging at each other. I found that was not the place to be standing though, for that wagon was hot and burned my ass.
I moved quickly away from the side of the wagon and looked around for some place with shade. When Norris had picked that cabin for a place for the trio to hide, he'd done so because it was in such an out-of-the-way place and not because of its beauty or the beauty of the area where it stood.
Whoever built that cabin had to be somebody who had hated trees of any kind. There wasn't a tree for as far as the naked eye could see and in that flat county you could see for a long, long way.
"What's the matter bitch?" Norris asked, as Stan held one of those boxing gloves so he might slip one of his hands into it.
"That sun is going to burn my flesh to a crisp if I have to stand out in it too long," I replied, for I was darned if I'd let that beast know he had me scared.
"Shit! I kind of like my broads to have a real nice tan all over every inch of their bodies," Norris said and chuckled at his own joke.
"You never like it when I lie around trying to get a sun tan, even wearing a bathing suit," Judith said.
"That's because he knows you're out looking for a hell of a lot more than a sun tan, cunt," Arnie said and got his face really slapped hard for making a crack like that to a lady, even though you could hardly have called Judith a lady.
"I'll get Norris to use more than those boxing gloves on you if you keep talking smart like that," Judith hissed and she seemed to be trying to make her dislike for Arnie known so much that it seemed a little phony.
"Yeah! you'd like to see me worked over with a knife." Arnie said and I started to get the feeling that there just might have once been something between those two they didn't wish Norris to ever learn about, and while I didn't really know that man, I could side with them.
"Cut that crap out," Norris barked and for once both Judith and Arnie seemed to sense that it was time they should listen to the boss.
Once all the chattering and bickering stopped, both men got their gloves on and were ready for the big show of muscles. I could see right from the start why Arnie had not been in favor of the match, though there hadn't been much he could do about it without proving that he was yellow.
Norris moved about a small area of cleared ground and I got the impression those two had used that' area for one of their boxing matches before. Both of them seemed to know just where the fight would take place without either of them saying anything.
"We'd best move back out of the way, honey," Judith told me and gave me a good swat on my bare ass. "You wouldn't want one of those big clowns to come crashing down on you, not out here."
I didn't care much for the way she ended that or the way she seemed to think she could order me around, but giving her an argument seemed so useless. I was just a chick the three of them were going to have all kinds of fun playing with, until they tired of me and then I'd be very quickly discarded.
My heart was pounding hard in spite of myself, while I watched the way Norris started moving around Arnie. Oh, there could be no doubt in the mind of anyone watching Norris move, that the man had done a lot of boxing and very likely had become very good at the sport.
I'd watched a little boxing but had never really cared for it. It was always too brutal for my taste. I'd been offered the chance of going to Spain to see a bullfight once and turned it down. Not because I'd have had to go to bed with the man who'd offered to take me, but because I just hadn't been able to see myself sitting there watching while a poor, stupid bull was needlessly slaughtered.
I hadn't liked Arnie from the first and there was still no real feeling in me for the beast. He got his kicks out of shoving people around and taking whatever he wished from them. Yet, I found myself wishing he'd get lucky and land the first real blow in that match which was so unfair.
Norris was, of course, well aware of the fact that he had the advantage over Arnie. He moved around the slower man, on his toes while in a slouch. I'd seen some dancers move about like that and always thought it was a very graceful way of moving. I wished I could move with the ease with which Norris was moving. Maybe I'd have made a break for it and tried to reach the highway, if I had.
Slowly, ever so slowly Norris was moving closer and closer to Arnie, his target. Once, twice, three times Norris jabbed at Arnie with his left hand while using his right one to be sure his own chin was protected. Each time that Jeff's hand made a jab towards him Arnie would duck a little.
"Oh, for Chrissake!" Judith said and from the tone of her voice I knew she was getting bored because the two big, strong men hadn't gotten around to really slugging it out as yet. They were just feeling each other out good, which was the smart thing to do, but that wasn't what she was looking for. "Who is the hell is going to toss the first real punch?"
Arnie tossed the first real punch and I thought there for one brief moment it might have been the smartest thing he could have done. His hand seemed to be heading right for the chin of the taunting Norris, but I should have known it wasn't to be. Norris was much too fast on his feet to let a clown like Arnie land the first real punch in any match they might have.
A quick side step took Norris quickly out of reach and Arnie went down on one knee. That was when Norris proved what a real animal he was. Without waiting for Arnie to regain his footing, he moved in quickly bringing his one knee up into Arnie's chin.
"You no good bastard, you," I screamed at Norris who turned to grin at me.
"If you think that crumb is going to be the first one to fuck you once we're inside that cabin you're out of your ever-loving mind," Norris spat.
"I hate women who go for losers" Judith said and from they way she was looking at me I became more sure than I had ever been, that there had once been something between her and Arnie.
Arnie had gotten to his feet and was staying back away from Norris. He'd made one big mistake and didn't plan on doing it again if he could help it.
Arnie should have been watching his footing just the way he was watching every move Norris made. He wasn't so light on his feet and when he stepped on a loose stone, he found himself on his knees once more. That, of course, gave Norris a chance to get real brave and show how much muscle he really had.
"That's it! That's the way!" Judith cried out when Norris moved in on Arnie and really started slugging the other man with both fists.
"That's not fighting a fair fight!" I screamed at Norris and hoped that, if nothing else, Stan would start to see Norris for what he really was.
"Shit? I learned the real hard way that you just don't make it if you try playing the game fair," Norris hissed while he pounded Arnie down onto his side and then gave him a good kick in the stomach.
Oh, I felt sick seeing one man beat up another in such a beastly way. All that Norris was out to do was show all of us what a fine set of muscles he really had and what he could do to poor Arnie. He'd forgotten all rules and seemed to feel that as long as he came out the winner, nobody was going to be worried about how he'd managed to do that once the fight was over.
"Let the poor man get up at least!" I yelled and Judith slapped my face hard.
"You just keep that trap of yours shut and let those two men fight this out," Judith hissed and I sensed that whatever she'd felt for Arnie at one time had turned sour inside of her.
"You'd love to see one of those two get killed before this was all over," I said and there was a tightness way down inside my stomach that was worse than fear.
"You sure got a lot of real screwy ideas in that pretty head of yours," Judith said. "Shit! even the boy is getting a blast out of watching this fight."
I glanced over to where Stan stood and must confess he did seem to be getting a blast out of watching Norris working Arnie over that way. I'd heard that young men can be very violent, but had never actually seen any of those gangland fights I was always reading about in the paper. Seeing the way Stan was watching Norris so very closely, sent cold chills running along my spine.
"Man! nobody is ever going to get the best of you," Stan told Norris and my heart felt as though it were as heavy as a rock.
"I'll have to show you how to take care of yourself, son," Norris promised the boy and that might have really had me worried had I thought he'd ever actually take the time to show Stan any of those dirty tricks he used. "Gee! that would be great!" Stan said.
"You let that boy alone!" I snapped and was looking at the gun Arnie had dropped onto the ground.
That gun was within a few steps of where I stood and nobody else seemed to have noticed it. It was the one chance Stan and I had of getting away from that trio before they had time to really work me over. Oh, I knew Stan hadn't seen the gun, for he just stood there watching Norris. Arnie had foolishly gotten to his knees again and Norris was pounding him on the head with blow after blow. I couldn't understand why the fool had gotten back up on his knees at all.
I could hear Judith's hard breathing and knew she was watching Norris with as much interest as Stan, Oh, that bitch would love seeing one man beat the hell out of the other even if they weren't fighting over her. Being sore at Arnie, for some reason all her own, only let her enjoy seeing him getting worked over that much more.
"I give!" Arnie managed to gasp, letting his gloves fall limply to his sides and I moved forward to scoop up the gun he had dropped.
I had the thing right in my hand and was starting to stand up when the blow came. A brutal blow which caught the back of my neck and sent me sprawling face down in all the loose dirt.
"That fucking bitch was going to try and kiss us," Norris hissed.
"You got to hand it to her for having guts enough to make the big try," Judith said and laughed.
"Help me get these gloves off and I'll show her who she was fooling around with real fast," Norris said and then he chuckled softly.
"Shit! you were going to have some fun with her anyway so what the hell did she have to lose? Judith asked.
I heard the sound of flesh striking flesh, heard Judith cry out and guessed that Norris had gotten one glove off so he could slap her face good for her.
That was his speed you know, slapping the face of a woman, knowing she couldn't fight back. Well, not unless she wanted to get really hurt.
It didn't really matter anymore. I didn't care what they did to me much less what they did to that bitch. Everything had gone so fucking wrong, I just didn't know which end was up anymore. Shit! for the first time in my life I wasn't at all sure I had the right to take it upon myself to teach all those young men the facts of life.
Yeah! now you know how fucked up I was!
CHAPTER NINE
"Come here and help me get this broad into the cabin before she burns to a crisp lying here in the sun," Norris barked and I knew he had to be talking to Stan, for Arnie was hardly in any shape to help anybody.
I felt Norris grip me under the shoulder with those hard, rough hands of his and the soft hands of the boy gripped my other shoulder. They pulled me roughly to my feet and I was amazed at the change which seemed to have come over that gentle boy who wouldn't have dreamed of hurting a fly back there in my husband's den.
Yes, I'd heard stories about how they could take a man and turn him into a cold-blooded killer or smooth liar. Still, it had always been something I'd just heard, or read about, and I'd not put that much stock in it. You're always hearing so many things these days you just don't know which way to turn.
Feeling how roughly Stan was gripping my arm and hearing his deep breathing, I was beginning to fear Norris could really be able to teach him all those dirty tricks. The worst of it was I got the funny feeling the boy enjoyed gripping my shoulder the way he was, while he helped Norris drag me towards the cabin. Yes, I said drag, for that was just what they were doing, since I sure as hell wasn't going to walk into what looked so much like my own coffin.
"You coming with us to watch the fun?" I heard Judith ask and figured she was talking to Arnie who was very likely sitting back there holding his throbbing head.
"I'll bathe my head over in that stream and join the rest of you in a short while," Arnie said and his voice sounded just a little strained.
"Why don't you just stick your head under the water and forget to pull it out again?" Judith asked, and then I heard her sharp, bitter laugh.
"You no good bitch!" I heard Arnie hiss and Norris came to a sudden stop.
"What the hell gives with you two?" Norris asked. "I know you don't have any love for each other, but I never heard you carry on like this before."
"Maybe it's a lovers' spat," I said, just to give the big man something to think about while he was enjoying himself doing all of the vile things I was so fucking sure he was planning on doing to me, just for kicks.
"You got to be out of your mind," Norris said, but I knew I had planted that little seed of doubt there in his mind and that it would start to grow.
So, I didn't know a whole lot about men like Norris but I was hardly a stupid broad. Norris was a man who took what he wanted from other people. He was a man who couldn't enjoy having any real friends because he couldn't trust anybody. He took what he wanted from other people, so he lived with the haunting fear that there was always somebody just waiting to take whatever he had.
Judith was his woman, as they say in some circles. That meant that he had to keep a close watch on her or some other smart guy might come along and try to take her away from him once he relaxed a little. He'd never thought of keeping a close eye on Arnie because of the way Judith and Arnie fought so much.
Well, things were going to be a little different. I'd put my little seed of doubt in his mind and felt sure it would grow. Not only had I put that seed of doubt deep in his mind, but I'd given him reason to doubt those big fights of theirs, so every time they started fighting he'd really have something to worry about.
"It's going to smell like hell in here," Norris said and opened the cabin door by giving it a good hard kick with one of his big feet.
"You should hire somebody to air the place out," Judith said and laughed.
"Very, very funny," Norris said while he and Stan dragged me into a musty smelling room that hadn't been opened for an airing in ages.
"Whew! you'd better go out to the car and get those blankets and things," Judith said, as she moved past us, waving those frail little hands of hers through the air as though that was going to clear out the cabin.
"Yeah! I guess we better do that," Norris said, letting go of me when he discovered I could stand up under my own power even though I felt a little sick.
Stan followed Norris from the cabin like a sheep dog would have followed its master and I saw how impressed the boy had become with that brute. No good could come from a boy thinking a man such as that was some kind of a hero, but there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Shit! Norris was even going to use me to make that boy think he was a real lady's man who knew all of the angles when it came to treating women the way they should be treated.
"That one chair at the end of the old table is in pretty good shape, honey," Judith said and gave me a swat on my bare ass.
"You could talk him out of this if you tried," I said and tried to keep my voice sounding natural, so she wouldn't get the idea I was begging her for anything.
"Why in hell should I do you any favors after you put that wild idea about Arnie and myself in the big man's thick skull?" Judith asked, as she started opening the cabin windows which were in fairly good shape.
"You two have been lovers at one time or another," I said, even knowing I wasn't doing myself any favors. "I was sure you were a woman who'd been scorned."
"Oh, we had a real hot thing going between us and then one day that little mouse stepped aside and let Norris move in without saying a word," Judith said and produced a pack of cigarettes, though I hadn't seen her or any other member of the trio smoke before.
"Did Norris know you and Arnie had been lovers?" I asked and found it very hard to picture Arnie and the redhead as lovers, even though I'd been sure that constant fighting between them hadn't been for real.
"I doubt if Norris even wondered about it," Judith said when she'd blown a stream of smoke into the air. "Arnie introduced me to him at a bar one night and he just took me up to his place and fucked me good."
I shivered upon hearing her explain how she had come to be Norris's woman. It sounded as though she were no more than an animal. Men just didn't move in on women like that if they had any real respect for them.
"You don't think much of me, do you?" Judith asked and there was a coldness in her tone of voice as well as in the look she gave me, or so I thought.
"Does it really matter?" I asked. "I'm certainly not going to be thinking much of myself after this day is over and I can hardly expect anybody else to think much of me."
"Did you really fuck with that young stud?" Judith asked and offered me a cigarette.
"With him and every other young man of his age living within three blocks of my home," I confessed, taking a cigarette from the pack she held towards me. "I found those boys so gentle and loving that I thought of their cocks as their proof of their manhood and I was only teaching them that they should never ever force themselves upon an unwilling young girl when there happened to be so many little things they could do to make girls wish to have sex with them."
"You really talked yourself into something," Judith said, and I got the oddest feeling that she actually felt just a little sorry for me.
"Oh, I was well aware of the risk I took each and every time I seduced a young man of that age," I said. "I've just learned the older boys whom I once seduced in my husband's den call me the neighborhood den mother."
"Boy, you could find yourself behind bars for the rest of your life," Judith said and shook her head. "I spent time in a state pen once and it's nothing to joke about."
We heard the men returning then and once again there seemed to be that coldness between Judith and myself which could only be felt and in no way explained.
"I think we got everything," Norris said, as he and Stan came into the cabin looking very much like two well-loaded pack horses ready for a long trip.
The first thing Judith found was one of those picnic type of hampers that was filled with crushed ice and beer. She quickly opened two cans of the beer and passed one to Norris and one to Stan. I noticed the boy glanced my way briefly before he took the can of beer and lifted it eagerly to his lips.
"I got some real good stuff here if I can only find it," Norris said and gave Judith a swat on her ass.
"You're really smart carrying that stuff along when we're pulling such a big job," Judith said, as she handed me a can of beer.
"Hell, I had no way of knowing we were going to have such charming company and we're always all so tense after pulling a big job, we need to relax good," Norris said, while he started going through the blankets and clothing which he and Stan had dropped onto the cabin floor.
I sat there smoking and sipping away at the can of ice-cold beer wondering what in the world the man could be looking for that seemed to have Judith so bugged. She was walking up and down the cabin sipping from her can of beer and even glancing at the windows now and then.
"Did you see anything of Arnie when you were out there?" Judith asked, at last.
"Not a sign of him," Norris replied.
"I heard some splashing down by the river," Stan told Judith and once more his eyes were on those lush legs and thighs of hers.
"He said he was going to cool himself off good," Judith said and she wasn't acting as though Arnie was the worst kind of rat that had ever walked, the way she had been while we'd been in the car and the big argument had been going strong.
"You could make yourself useful and spread a couple of the blankets out on that old sofa and the floor," Norris barked as Judith.
"Why the hell not let the bitch do it?" Judith asked and I understood that I wasn't to let on that she and I had been doing a lot of chatting and learning some of each other's deep secrets, which was hardly the thing I'd have dreamed of doing, anyway.
"Ha, you going to tell me you and the boy aren't going to be having a little fun?" Norris asked tossing a brown paper sack into the air and grinning from ear to ear.
"You know how Arnie feels about the stuff," Judith said picking up one of the blankets and moving to spread it out over the old, battered sofa that stood with its back against the north wall of the cabin.
"Give her a hand, baby," Norris said and when those eyes of his moved over my naked body, I felt all those tiny cells deep inside my cunt starting to churn about, wildly.
"Man! she sure looks good don't she?" Stan said, watching me get to my feet and I could see that just a little of the older man's crudeness was starting to wear off on the boy, already.
I grasped one end of the blanket and helped Judith spread it out over the old sofa. We covered that poor old thing with two of those fairly thick blankets and while I had no love for the feel of wool blankets against my bare flesh, I knew it would be better to lie on one of them than on that old sofa and have a spring poking up into the soft flesh of my bare ass.
I glanced from the corner of my eye when we started to spread two blankets on the floor and saw Norris had moved to the chair on which I'd been sitting. He had that paper bag open, what looked like a cigarette paper in his hand, and seemed to be about to roll a cigarette for himself.
It struck me as just a little odd that with all of that money out there in the station wagon, he should be rolling a cigarette for himself. That was when I remembered some of the remarks Judith had made and a chill ran along my spine. I was suddenly sure that for the first time in my life I was watching a man roll a joint.
"Is that what I think it is?" I asked and my voice no longer sounded like my own.
"Have you ever tried smoking any of this?" Norris asked before he took a handful of powderish looking stuff from the paper bag.
"Not if it's what I'm thinking," I said and knew I was going to be asked whether I liked the idea or not.
"I'll bet every nerve in your body feels so tight you'd like to scream your fool head off," Norris said and chuckled softly.
"You couldn't be more right," I confessed, aware that he still hadn't told me what he had in his hands.
"Well a few good puffs on one of these and you'll feel kind of happy," Norris promised.
"Now don't go and make promises to her you can't back up when the time comes," Judith said.
"You know what a smoke does for you," Norris said. "The boy is in for a real treat, too."
"You know everybody reacts differently to pot," Judith said. "Arnie gets nothing out of smoking it."
"Now that's because Arnie got busted once for having too much on him and shooting off his mouth so the wrong guys learned he had it," Norris said and then he pulled a book of matches from his pocket.
"You know how on edge this bitch is, knowing you're going to fuck her while the boy watches you," Judith said. "You don't honestly think a few puffs will make her forget that, do you?"
"To be perfectly honest with you I ain't too worried about it one way or the other," Norris said after taking a deep drag on the twisted looking cigarette.
"No, I didn't really think you were," Judith said and she moved forward to take the cigarette from Norris.
"Come over here and sit that pretty, soft ass right here on my knee, baby," Norris said and patted his knee.
I took a glance at Stan and when the boy moved forward to take the cigarette Judith was holding towards him, I decided everything was really fucked up and moved forward to sit on Norris's knee. His arm went around my narrow waist at once and his one hand dropped down to start moving slowly up and down over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs.
I felt Norris start to kiss my neck and then behind my ear and began to understand why he'd been able to move in on a bitch like Judith with such ease. While he was so crude, it made a woman such as myself just a little sick even thinking about having his hands on me, knowing Judith found him a much better lover than Arnie.
"Ah!" I gasped, feeling the rough fabric of those pants rub against the soft flesh of my bare ass, while that hand moved slowly upward over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs.
Closer and closer that hand came to my steaming, churning cunt and I was well aware of the fact that soon my boiling passions were going to have me whimpering and moaning like an animal. Then Judith was moving in close to me and holding that twisted-looking cigarette towards my lips.
Yes, I opened my lips and let Judith place that weed between them. Oh, if that smoke could only make me feel gay and happy the way Norris had promised. Shit! anything would be better than feeling all tied up in knots the way I was at that moment.
Even having a nice, hard cock thrusting up and down, up and down within my tight cunt would feel better. Well, I was sure I could count on that happening before too fucking much longer!
CHAPTER TEN
"Ah!" I sang out when Norris slipped those two thick fingers of his deep into my slit and started really fingerfucking me.
"Man! I see why this bitch decided she should seduce all of those neighborhood studs," Norris said and his other hand cupped my big right tit while he took a puff on the weed Judith held to his lips.
Stan had moved up close behind Judith and had one arm around her waist. If she was aware of the boy being so close and what he might have on his mind, she sure wasn't letting on to anybody.
"Here, take another puff," she said and placed the weed between my lips.
I took a long drag and held the smoke deep down there in my lungs the way I'd seen Norris do. Shit! if I was going to smoke the thing I might just as well do it right and get all the enjoyment from it I could. Maybe it was like fucking? If you didn't really put everything you had into fucking you could hardly expect to reach a full orgasm that would actually shake the whole of your being.
"Hey! I think our little friend is catching on fast," Norris said and there honestly seemed to he a note of pride in the tone of his voice. "She may never have smoked pot before, but she's going at it like a pro."
"It's sort of like sucking a cock for the first time," Judith said and her arm went around Stan so she seemed to have been fully aware of how close he'd moved to her and not minded, I was sure, what he had on his mind.
"Yeah! I guess it would be," Norris said, pulling and twisting my body so that he might get at the nipple of my big left tit with those thick lips of his and the tip of that wide tongue.
I found myself growing a little stiff remembering the way Arnie had sort of chewed on my poor nipple. Hell! Arnie had even gone to all the trouble of making sure he drew some blood from the creamy white mound of my tit before he'd given up and let me go.
"She really don't think much of having any kind of an orgy with you right now, baby," Judith said and laughed before she started kissing Stan.
Stan locked both his arms around that redhead and pulled her body in hard against his own. I couldn't see any of that mouth action but I'd have bet Judith had her tongue inside the boy's mouth. Well, at least the boy wasn't standing there watching while Norris used those fingers of his to stretch the lips of my cunt wider and wider, for if he had, he'd have been able to see deep into the very depths of my widely spread cunt, and he wasn't ready for that.
"That boy is a real stud," Norris said and laughed just before his thick tongue moved over my nipple and, of course, I felt the creamy white flesh around the base of it starting to tingle.
Oh, I was becoming fully aroused sexually and I'd have to lie were I to tell you otherwise. I was becoming much more aroused sexually than I'd been in a long, long time and if you don't think that was bothering me, you're plain out of your head. I didn't wish anything from the man who was holding me on his lap and arousing me, and yet I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me good.
Oh, I know it sounds all crazy and mixed up, but that's how it is when you're sexually aroused. You don't really know what you want or don't want.
Shit! that last doesn't make any sense at all, but that was just the way I was thinking at that moment. My poor cunt had been pulled open as far as it was possible for it to be pulled and one fingertip was playing around with my clitoris. I was going to have an orgasm even before a nice, hard cock was driven deep into the center of my being.
"Christ! I think it's time we moved over onto that sofa, baby," Norris said and shoved me up onto my feet so he might stand up, too.
"You're getting horny, lover," Judith cooed and I might have thought she was talking to Norris if her hands hadn't been sliding down over Stan's lean, firm body towards the tops of those brief, skintight trunks the boy was wearing.
"I knew my girl couldn't keep her hands off a good-looking young stud like that for long," Norris said and chuckled while shoving me roughly towards the old sofa.
I must confess, here, that there was something about being shoved around which was starting to get to me. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that my husband had always been, more or less, the perfect gentleman and never really given me the sexual fulfillment I'd craved. If he had, I'm sure I'd never have started to seduce all of those good-looking young men in the neighborhood.
"Now stretch out on the sofa and put one leg up over the back of it," Norris ordered.
"Hey! you going to give the boy his first lesson in real oral lovemaking?" Judith asked and laughed for she surely knew I'd guessed what she'd done to Stan in the front seat of the station wagon...
"You going to keep your hands off him long enough to let him watch a real pro in action" Norris asked.
I dropped onto the sofa and tossed my right leg up over the back of it as ordered. I wasn't going to try and argue with a beast like Norris at that point and get myself slapped around real good. He wasn't the kind of man to argue with when he was so sexually aroused.
As I lay there, Norris started to remove his own clothing and I found myself thinking that in spite of everything, that beast really did have a good body. Perhaps I'd be able to resort to that old trick of mine and close my eyes so I could pretend that it was Stan who was between my widely spread thighs, shoving his cock up and down, up and down within my pulsing twat.
I got a look at those thick, hairy thighs at that moment and there went my big plans. No boy like Stan ever had such thick thighs, with so much thick hair covering them. No, not even my husband had a pair of thick thighs like those Norris had. "You two look like a pretty good match," Judith said and laughed and I figured she was talking about all the thick hair covering my mound and his legs.
"I don't see how a man or woman could help but get his mouth full of hair," Norris said and his big hands were once again moving slowly up over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thighs and he hadn't even taken off his tight shorts.
Oh, he didn't have to remove those shorts of his to let me see how big a cock he had. He'd made a point of letting everybody know how well hung Stan was and it seemed funny. From the way the crotch of those tight, brief shorts was bulging, I knew Norris had a real big cock.
"What are you going to do?" I managed to ask in spite of that lump in my throat which seemed to be a good three sizes larger than it ever had been before.
"Why have myself a good taste of your cunt juice," Norris said, while his one hand moved to the lips of my cunt.
"You don't want all that hair in your mouth," I said, though I had the feeling that the time had come when having so much pubic hair covering my fully mature cunt, wasn't going to save me from learning, firsthand, what real oral sex was all about.
"Ummm, taste as good as they look," Norris said and flicked the tip of his tongue ever so lightly over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh.
"You're a real animal," Judith said and laughed, though there was something strange about the sound of that laugh, or was my mind just playing its crazy tricks on me again?
It seemed as though my mind was having a real field day when it came to playing tricks. Shit! maybe the whole thing had all been in my mind from the very beginning and I wasn't being held as hostage and about to be forced to take part in the wild kind of sexual orgies which I'd been reading about.
Ha! that was a real laugh! The tip of that tongue moving in tight little circles over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh was no trick of the mind. Those two fingers moving through that thick patch of my pubic hair to reach the lips of my cunt, sure as hell weren't any fucking trick of my mind and I damn well knew it.
Oh, it could have been so wonderful being able to tell myself that the whole thing wasn't really taking place at all. I could live with myself later and not even flinch when I took a look in the mirror every morning. It just didn't work out that way though, for I could feel the warm air from the cabin pouring deep into my cunt and I could feel those tiny cells in there starting to churn and whirl around and around, so I'd be having a good orgasm before I even had the pleasure of getting a cock shoved deep into the heart of my burning honeyhole.
"Oh, ah!" I cried and felt myself reaching the peak of a really good orgasm.
"Shit! ain't nobody going to tell me this bitch don't want a real good fuck," Norris said and I doubt if he was talking to anybody special.
"It really makes you feel like a man hearing any broad moan and whimper like that, don't it?" Judith asked and her voice sounded very cold, a little bitter.
"You going to tell me moaning and groaning because a man is fooling around with your cunt or tits don't make every one of you broads feel like a real woman?" Norris asked and he'd leaned way down, so close, that when he spoke his hot breath was pouring deep into my cunt.
Wham! Wham!
I reached two more real strong orgasms and was wishing I had been given a chance to drink more of that beer. Oh, I had heard all sorts of wild tales about what sex was like for women, and men who had had a good smoke, but I was finding it just didn't seem to be so in my case.
I could hardly remember what that smoke had tasted like. All I could feel was that tongue, moving so lightly over the soft flesh of my inner thigh and that hot breath pouring deep into the depths of my cunt.
Oh, that man was driving me wild with that hot breath of his, while those fingers of his, moving slowly over the soft flesh of my inner thighs, weren't helping any. They were only awakening my desires to their fullest so that I was shortly going to lose all my self-control. What that beast wanted, of course, was to hear me beg him for a fuck and he wanted to make me use all of those four-letter words when I did that begging.
"Down, baby," Judith purred and I turned my head to see that bitch was getting Stan to stretch out there on the old blanket we'd spread on the floor. She'd stripped the boy's brief trunks off of him, so that young, hard cock of his jutted out before him, very proudly.
"You going to let me see your tits?" Stan asked reaching for the front of Judith's blouse.
"You really want to have a good look at my tits?" Judith cooed.
"Man! I never really noticed girls had tits until I saw those Mrs. Parker has," Stan confessed.
"You've started to grow up, darling," Judith cooed, as she got to her feet and started to undress.
She really wasn't wearing so much clothing that undressing was actually that much of a job. She removed her thin blouse, the brief bra beneath it and cupped her tits in the palms of her own hands. Those tits of hers weren't nearly as big as mine, few women had tits as big as mine, but they had cone-shaped nipples which seemed to sit on the tops of their creamy white mounds like two little crowns.
So, I had made Stan aware of the fact that women had something besides two nice soft thighs he could run his hands slowly up and down. Well, at least I'd let him do enough sucking and fucking so that what was happening in that cabin wasn't going to blow his mind. Just the thought of what that poor boy would have had to go through with that Judith, had she discovered he was a virgin, sent cold chills running all along my spine.
Oh, those stupid fools who would have gladly hung me from the nearest tree for the things I was teaching Stan and all of the other young boys in the neighborhood. They just couldn't, or wouldn't, see that those good-looking young boys had every right to know all there was to know about sex long before those stupid laws said they should.
No, those laws were never going to be changed for there were too many stupid people in the world.
"Ah!" I cried out, feeling the tip of that hot, thick tongue going down into the very depths of my cunt and touching every single one of those tiny red cells within it, while it did.
Shit! if that tongue touched my hard clitoris I was going to have an orgasm that would blow the top right off my fool head. No, Norris wasn't going to be fool enough to let his tongue touch my clitoris and give me that kind of orgasm before he had the pleasure of hearing me begging him for a good fuck.
I had sensed that man was more animal than he was human almost from the very first. Well, everything that was happening was only going to prove how very right some of those first impressions could be, even though we're told so often not to trust those first impressions.
"How much hair you got between your legs?" Stan asked Judith, which was something he'd never ever have dreamed of asking any woman earlier that very morning.
"Would you really like to see, darling?" Judith asked and whirled so that she was standing with her back to the boy.
I watched Judith's full, bare ass come into view and bet Norris had had some fun with that. He was animal enough so that he wouldn't be too worried about which hole he shoved that hard cock of his into, as long as it happened to belong to a female.
When shed stripped naked, Judith turned around very slowly so Stan might get a look at the thick patch of red curls which seemed to grow only around the very top of her fully developed cunt. Watching the boy's eyes, I could see he liked being able to have that good a look at Judith's full cunt when all he'd really been able to see between my legs had been that thick mass of pubic hair.
"Man! did I really put my cock into such a narrow slit when I fucked, Mrs. Parker?" Stan asked and Norris drove that tongue of his all the way to the bottom of my cunt channel while his fingertips seemed to be trying to dig their way right in under the soft flesh of my inner thighs.
"Would you like a real close look, maybe even a chance to touch my pussy ever so gently?" Judith asked, dropping to her knees so that her hairless cunt mound was so close to the boy, he couldn't have resisted reaching out to touch it if he were human at all.
Oh, Stan was human all right! I'd learned that in the den and was learning it there in that cabin. He was so human that Judith and Norris were going to turn him into some sort of sexual monster who would never be able to get enough sex.
Oh, what a sad thing to have happen to such a fine, gentle boy. I couldn't help cursing myself for having thought I'd had the right to awaken his eyes to the pleasure of sex earlier that day.
It was done though! There was nothing I could do to prevent whatever happened next! Nothing whatsoever!
That's what really hurt so fucking much!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Um, I go for broads who are smart enough not to get a roll of fat around their middle," Norris said when he'd tired of lapping up my love juice and started kissing his way up over my flat stomach.
I'd have given anything if that old sofa had had a good arm on the end of it so I could have gripped it firmly with my hands. One thing always bugged me whenever a man was fondling and kissing my body to arouse my sexual desires to their fullest. Strange as it may sound, that happened to be a need to have something to do with my hands.
Now Judith didn't seem to have that problem and she was a lucky bitch. She'd moved so close to Stan the boy could have been licking the soft flesh of her inner thighs by just turning his head had he so wished, but I was sure he hadn't even thought of doing that.
Stan had one hand over that full, almost hairless mound of her cunt, so he wasn't thinking about anything else in the world just then. With that soft warm mound of flesh held so firmly in the palm of his hand, no boy who had been a virgin such a short time before could have been expected to be thinking of anything else in the whole wide world.
Judith was cupping her own tits in her hands, that's why she didn't worry about what to do with those hands of hers, while a male was arousing her sexual desires, and trying to lift those nipples of hers up against her chin. It seemed like sort of a stupid thing to do, until you remembered it wasn't something she was actually thinking about doing at all.
I felt Norris touch the base of my left tit's creamy white mound with the tip of his skilled tongue. His hands were moving up over my rib cage at that moment and every nerve in my body was as taut as it could possibly have been. Ha! how foolish I was, thinking that.
The feel of that hard, hot cock against the soft, warm flesh of my one inner thigh awakened me to that fact in one hell of a hurry. I'd been so busy watching Stan and Judith, I'd been totally unaware of the fact that Norris had removed those tight, brief shorts of his. The feel of that hard, hot cock's head against the soft flesh of my inner thigh awakened me to it in a hell of a hurry.
"Easy, easy," Norris said when he felt my body grow so taut beneath the full weight of his own bigger, heavier one, once I knew he'd removed his shorts.
"Why don't you stop this just playing around and do what you're planning on doing?" I asked and almost looked around to see who had come into the cabin and asked that question.
"Now you wouldn't wish to rush a thing as wonderful as a good, long fuck would you, baby?" Norris asked and laughed that dirty sounding laugh of his.
"You really going to fuck me?" I asked, for there was a slight doubt starting to form in my mind.
"He'll fuck you like you've never ever been fucked before in your whole life," Judith promised.
I had always tried so hard to remain a lady and not think about sex in any way but a good, clean way. I'd thought of a man's cock as his manhood, my cunt as my canyon of passion, but I was finding myself thinking the same way Norris and Judith thought. I guess you might say they were brainwashing me so I'd never feel the same about anything again.
I'd seduced all of those teen-age boys in my neighborhood and had myself thinking I wasn't doing it just because I was a bitch who needed that much sex. I'd actually had myself thinking I was teaching those boys that they should never ever use force when they wished to fuck some young girl. It had made it so very, very easy and so right. Oh, what tricks my mind played on me.
So, I was being forced to face up to my real reasons for having seduced all of those teen-age boys. At least none of the boys I'd seduced had ever gotten into trouble with the police or raped a girl. That wasn't some trick my mind had played on me.
Ah, the head of Norris's cock was touching the slit of my cunt and my mind was racing way ahead of the action. I could almost feel the hard, hot head of that cock start moving slowly up and down along the full length of my cunt slit.
"Did that boy get you really aroused before shoving his green cock into you, bitch?" Norris asked and his breath was so hot on the mound of my left tit it almost burned.
"The boy was a virgin," I gasped, feeling every one of those tiny red cells deep within my cunt churning around and around as my desire mounted.
"I'll bet you even had to take that tender young cock in your hand and ease it deep into your own cunt," Norris said and he was playing with me the way a cat often played with a mouse before landing the death blow.
"This isn't the first time in my life I've been raped," I informed the beast, Norris, for while I was sure telling him that wouldn't stop him from doing what he wished, I did feel it would give him something to think about.
"So you were raped once," Norris said and his dirty laugh told me he didn't think a broad could really be raped.
"How old were you at the time, bitch?" Judith asked and I found Norris had moved his body so that I was no longer able to see her and Stan thanks to his one shoulder.
"My early teens," I replied not seeing what business it was of hers.
"I'm starting to understand some things," Judith said and laughed softly.
"You really trying to tell us you've got brains enough in that head of yours to even know what time of the day it is?" Norris asked and just the very tip of his cock's head was eased in between the lips of my cunt.
Oh, that man was clever when it came to arousing a broad's sexual desires. He was well aware of the fact, I'm sure, that I could feel all the heat from that tiny slit in the head of his hard, hot cock pouring deep into my cunt.
"Don't you get the picture?" Judith asked Norris. "As a teen-age girl she got raped by an older man whom she'd been foolish enough to trust. It left its mark buried so deeply, that she has since found an excuse for turning around and seducing, raping, good-looking teen-age boys who live in her neighborhood."
Oh, God! There was Judith, of all people, trying to find answers for why I had turned my talents to seducing those teen-age boys in my neighborhood. My own reason for having seduced all of those good-looking young men just couldn't be the right one. Not on your life.
"We have a head shrinker in the house," Norris said while he eased just a little more of his cock into my throbbing cunt.
"I was only teaching those young men that they could get a young woman to fuck with them without using force," I said and pressed my feet hard against the arm at the far end of the old sofa in an effort to lift myself up off that sofa so the whole of his hard cock would be forced into my cunt.
"Ah, no, baby," Norris said and shifted the weight of his body so I wouldn't be able to force my cunt up over the staff of his hard cock.
When Norris shifted the weight of his body like that, it gave me a chance to see what Judith and Stan were up to down there on the floor. What I saw only helped make my desires churn faster and faster.
Stan lay on his back there on the floor and Judith had one knee on either side of the boy's head. That, of course, put her hairless cunt mound directly over his face so that he might lick the full length of its slit with the tip of his tongue. I didn't like what the boy was doing at all, but I really couldn't say much about it.
Stan's chest was rising and falling while his tongue moved up and down along the full length of Judith's slit. It didn't seem to me that he had been breathing that hard when he'd fucked me the first time. Oh, it hurt to see how that boy was so eager to get at that hairless cunt of Judith's when he'd been so shy with me.
A good two inches more of hard cock slipped into my tight cunt channel and I stiffened so I'd be ready. Perhaps there was a chance, I thought, Norris had forgotten he planned on making me beg him for a real good fuck. Ha! I should have known that man wasn't going to be forgetting anything which would make him feel like such a big, big man.
"How does it feel, bitch?" Norris asked.
"How does what feel?" I asked, knowing damn well what he was talking about.
"How does it feel having all of that nice, hard, hot meat inside your hungry pussy, baby?" Norris asked and started to slowly withdraw all that good, hard meat.
"No! please don't!" I was forced to gasp, for I'd been fucked too often and lacked getting any satisfaction from it to let any man, even a beast like Norris, refuse to fuck me after letting me feel his cock in my cunt channel.
"You're a real bastard, baby" Judith said and laughed when she heard me begging Norris not to withdraw that cock of his from my burning cunt channel.
"You're doing all right on your own I'll bet," Norris said and glanced over his own shoulder to see how Judith had placed one knee on either side of Stan's head so that her cunt mound was directly over the boy's hungry mouth, mouth.
"You don't see me trying to pull away from the boy," Judith said.
Judith did have that one point in her favor, though I was sure it wasn't something she planned. Stan was gripping her lush thighs with those hands of his and while he was usually a very gentle young man, I had felt the strength in those soft hands of his. That boy wasn't going to let her move away from him without a fight of some kind, I was sure.
"I think you know what I want to hear, baby," Norris said and withdrew all but the very head of his cock from between the lips of my cunt.
"You want me to beg you for a fuck," I whispered.
"Let's say I want to be sure you really want all of my cock shoved deep into your cunt, baby," Norris said and he laughed softly.
"You think you're so very, very clever," I said, even though everybody in that cabin had surely known that I was going to be begging Norris for a real good fuck.
"Shit! I'll bet you sucked the boy's cock real good to arouse him that first time," Norris said and laughed.
"No, not that!" I made the mistake of saying which, of course, was the wrong thing to do with a man like Norris who had only been looking for a new kind of sexual thrill.
"Ah, so the lady don't go for the idea of sucking a cock," Norris said. "Get the boy on his feet and bring him over here, Judith!"
"What the hell for?" Judith asked. "He happens to be very busy right at the moment."
"I know how busy he is, but I've gotten myself a real mind-blowing kind of idea," Norris replied.
"You want to try something different, boy?" Judith asked Stan and I knew he would be only too eager.
"I guess so," Stan said and let go of Judith's lush thighs so she might get to her feet, though I felt sure he hadn't been too eager to let go of her thighs.
"Once in awhile Norris dreams up something real wild," Judith promised, as she helped the boy to his feet.
"This is going to be the wildest orgy that ever happened," Norris bragged.
"It better be good, lover," Judith warned. "It had better be real fucking good!"
Yeah! it proved to be good all right! Real fucking good!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Now just take a real close look at that young cock," Norris said and pushed himself up onto his knees when Stan stood alongside the old sofa. "Can you honestly say it's not a fine looking cock?"
"Oh, it's a fine looking cock all right," I said, trying to make my voice sound real cold so that beast, Norris, would never know what was happening way down in the pit of my stomach.
"Tell her how good that cock tastes," Norris said and he gave Judith a good, hard swat on her bare ass. "I'm sure Mrs. Parker knows that you were sucking it when you and the boy were in the front of the station wagon."
"That's a real good cock, both in looks and taste," Judith confessed and from the way she dropped her eyes when she spoke, I knew she hated Norris for forcing her to turn the boy over to another woman.
"Show the boy how to straddle the lady's head so that fine cock of his will be right over her hungry mouth," Norris ordered Judith, and from the tone of his voice, even that bitch knew it was an order he expected to be carried out with no questions asked.
Judith patted Stan lightly on his ass and moved him up so he stood at the head of the sofa. She stroked each of his fine, muscular thighs with her hands until he'd spread his feet as wide as he could spread them. Once he stood spread-legged at the head of the sofa, looking down into my face, the boy seemed to grasp just what was expected of him.
He managed to hoist himself up onto the sofa, placing one knee on either side of my head. That sofa was so narrow his inner thighs were against my cheeks so I couldn't have turned my head one way or the other had I wished.
"You catch on real fast, son," Norris told the boy and there was that note of pride in his voice once again.
"I try," was all Stan said, but he was looking right down into my eyes and he didn't blink or flinch in the least when he spoke.
"You don't mind having your cock sucked by the lady, do you?" Norris asked.
"I don't think I'll mind," the boy said and the tip of his cock touched the end of my nose.
I felt my whole body grow taut when the hot, hard head of that cock brushed my nose ever so lightly. Norris felt it, too, for he was gripping my hips firmly with those rough hands of his to let me know it wouldn't be at all smart to start jumping around.
"Lick the head of that cock, bitch!" Norris ordered and I knew the beast was really having a good time for himself, just knowing I didn't want any part of what he was going to make me do.
I forced myself to stick the tip of my tongue out just far enough so that it barely touched the slit in the head of Stan's cock. I felt the boy stiffen and heard him gasp for breath. It was the same sound I'd heard him make when he'd been up in the front seat of the station wagon between Norris and Judith and I'd been unable to see her head.
"You don't strike me as the type of bitch who ever begged for a fuck," Norris said.
"That's right," I said and let it go at that, for the beast was only taunting me, I was sure.
"Well, I've decided to let you off the hook," Norris said and laughed.
"What do you want?" I asked, for I couldn't see that beast suddenly changing his spots and becoming the good guy all at once.
"For every inch of the boy's cock you manage to take into your mouth I'll shove an inch of my good, hard cock deep into your cunt," Norris replied.
"You really came up with one this time, lover," Judith said, as she slid her arms around Stan's waist.
"What were you planning, bitch?" Norris asked Judith and it was plain to see he didn't want her doing anything with the boy which might spoil his own fun.
"I'm going to let the boy tip his head back, turn his face to the left or right and lick whichever one of my tits he wishes," Judith said and laughed softly.
"You catch on real fast, too," Norris said and slipped the head of his cock back into my fuck channel when he saw I'd wrapped my tongue around the head of Stan's hard cock.
It really wasn't as bad as I'd always thought it would be. It was very much like the taste of a raw piece of meat which had a little too much salt on it. So, I swallowed hard and sucked the head of Stan's cock between my lips while running the tip of my tongue up along the underside of his cock's long staff.
I was keeping my eyes on the way Stan was licking those creamy white mounds of Judith's tits and doing the same thing with my tongue to the staff of his cock. Oh, I was sure Norris was getting the impression I'd sucked the boy's cock before, but he could go to hell. It didn't really matter what he thought anymore. "Now you're getting with it, baby," Norris said and he slowly eased a good inch or so more of his own hard, hot cock into me.
"Don't even try answering him with your mouth full, honey," Judith said and thought she was being very funny.
Oh, those two were having lots and lots of fun forcing me to take the boy's cock into my mouth. I'd never dreamed one woman could get so much pure pleasure out of seeing another member of her own sex tortured so by a male. It seemed that I really hadn't been as sharp as I'd thought..
"I see we didn't lose any time," Arnie said, entering the cabin and letting his eyes move over the scene taking place on the old sofa. "It would seem to me Judith isn't getting all she should out of it."
"What the fuck would you know about what I'm getting out of it?" Judith asked and I was sure those two were going to start an argument again.
I took a little more of Stan's cock into my mouth and nearly gagged. When I felt Norris shove another good inch or so of his cock into my cunt channel, it made my sickness seem worthwhile. Oh, that man had a cock on him that had been meant to be shoved into a hot, burning cunt channel such as mine.
"I wouldn't have thought it could be done," Arnie said, as he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants.
"Now what're you talking about?" Norris asked.
"I'd never have thought you could get that fine lady to suck the boy's cock while you fucked her," Arnie said and for once I didn't think he was as stupid as everybody else seemed to think.
"What do you plan on doing?" Judith asked and there was a something in the tone of her voice that gave you the impression she knew, or thought she knew, just what Arnie thought he was going to do.
"See to it that you enjoy this orgy just as much as that fine lady is going to," Arnie replied and stepped free of his pants and shorts.
"Maybe you have got a few brains in that head of yours after all," Norris said and slipped the whole of his hard cock deep into my cunt channel.
Wham! Wham!
I reached a full orgasm when the head of that cock hit the bottom of my fuck channel. I won't say it was one of those really good orgasms that shook the whole of my being from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, for that wouldn't be honest. With so much of the boy's hard cock in my mouth I actually doubt if I could have reached an orgasm so good.
"Now that makes it real nice, baby," Norris said and he started moving his cock up and down, around and around within my tight cunt channel.
I'd have given anything to have been able to cry out right at that moment, but when you've got your mouth filled with a hard young cock, that's something you can't do very well. Not very well at all.
"Yeah! I've always heard you should treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady, to get any kind of respect from either of them," Norris explained.
"Let me show you what to do, darling," Judith cooed and I really felt like screaming at the top of my head, for I could guess what that bitch was going to show the boy.
Sure enough, I was right. She was gripping the boy's thighs so she might show him how to roll his hips. When he started to roll those fine, muscular hips of his, his cock just naturally started moving in and out of my mouth. Shit! I was being fucked from both ends at once.
"Now hold real still, baby," Arnie said and his voice seemed to come from somewhere behind Judith so that there was no way I could see what he was up to.
"You really interested in what Arnie is doing, bitch?" Norris asked and he could only have known what I wanted by watching my eyes closely.
"Sure she wants to know what the bastard is doing," Judith said and laughed. "Unless you tell her she'll blow her fucking mind."
"I don't know about blowing her mind but I do know she is in danger of rolling those eyeballs of hers way too high," Norris said and he was starting to breathe hard.
"Go ahead and tell her what I'm doing," Arnie said. "I ain't proud and I got some plans of my own for later."
"Oh, have you now," Norris said and even though that trio had me doing just what they wished, they were still such animals, at heart, that they had to toy with me.
"Arnie is shoving his cock up into my cunt from behind," Judith said and it surprised me that she would cross Norris by telling me something he planned on telling me.
"That's just what Arnie is doing," Norris stated and he didn't seem to be sore at all. "He's fucking her just like they were a couple of dogs in heat."
Oh, that explained why Norris wasn't getting mad because Judith had crossed him up. She'd played right into his hands and he'd seen a chance to make her and Arnie look cheap and was having one of his nasty kind of jokes on them. That man never missed a chance when it came to making somebody else look and feel like dirt. Perhaps it was his way of making sure he could look at himself in the mirror every morning.
"Man! I never felt anything like this before!" Stan gasped as his cock's staff worked in and out of my mouth.
"And here all along I've been under the impression Judith was so fucking good at giving blow jobs," Norris said and he laughed softly.
"The boy was too fucking scared in that station wagon to really feel the blow job I gave him," Judith snapped and I'd have bet there were sparks shooting from her eyes, so to speak.
"Did I hurt your feelings, baby?" Norris asked and he was having a real ball with Judith, while I could feel that cock of his seem to swell even fuller as it moved up and down, around and around within my tight cunt channel.
I could hear both Arnie and Judith breathing really hard, so it figured Arnie was really shoving that cock of his into Judith's cunt channel real good. I don't know why, but it had seemed to me that he would be the best lover of the two men, if you could think of either of them as lovers.
Perhaps it was the fact that Norris had to do so much talking and let everybody know just what he was doing all the time that turned me off. I was a little surprised that he wasn't telling everybody there on and around the sofa that he was about to shoot his cock juice deep into me.
"Whew! I'm getting dizzy," Judith said and I felt Stan's cock juice come spurting into my mouth and deep into the back of my throat so that I very nearly gagged on it.
"You should be getting what our lady whore is getting," Norris said and started to laugh his fool head off just as his cock juice started to spurt deep into my cunt.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
I had an orgasm that had to end all orgasms with cock juice spurting deep into the back of my throat and deep into my cunt channel. Arnie had said he had plans for later on, but those plans could have worried me less. Nobody was ever going to make me reach that kind of orgasm again if I lived to be a hundred and fifty years old. Ha! little did I dream of the beastly plans Arnie had in the back of his mind.
Nobody who was sane could have guessed what Arnie had planned for me later on.
Nobody in the whole world. Nobody in hell, even!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Our fine lady sure likes her beer," Arnie said, as he handed me another bottle of cold beer. "Surprised I ain't seen her hanging around any of the taverns."
"She wouldn't go into no taverns," Judith informed him. "If she did that, everybody would know she wasn't the sweet, loyal little wife she tries to make out she is. She seduces young teenage boys right in her own neighborhood in the safety of her own home."
"The fine lady has been playing with fire," Norris said and he chuckled softly. "If the mothers around the neighborhood ever learn what she's been doing, they'll have her locked up and the key tossed away."
Oh, if that beast, Norris, thought he was telling me something I hadn't been aware of, he had another think coming, In the beginning it had been very, very hard sleeping at night, but as time had gone by and none of the boys had talked, the fear had slowly vanished.
"If all of the boys she seduced were as good at fucking as this one, she sure knew what she was doing and the risk she took was well worth it," Judith informed Norris while her hand moved slowly up and down over the warm flesh of Stan's inner left thigh.
"I can remember my youth," Norris said and smiled. "I seem to recall doing pretty good at making it with all of the young chicks."
"Listen to the man," Judith said and laughed. "You'd think to hear him that he was over the hill or something and he's all of thirty-eight years old."
"How old are you, baby?" Arnie asked and he'd dropped to his knees between my feet so he might run his hands slowly up and down over my soft inner thighs.
"Thirty-two," I said and didn't give a hoot if they took my word for that or if they thought I was feeding them a big line.
"Yeah! I've found broads of your age to be in their prime right around that age," Norris replied and lighted one of his hand-rolled cigarettes.
I sipped from the bottle of beer Arnie had handed me, while I watched Norris draw that smoke deep into his lungs and slowly let it out. I had a feeling he was going to insist that I take longer and deeper drags on that cigarette than I had on the first one earlier, but I didn't mind.
I had drank enough cold beer and been fucked so good that I really wasn't feeling any kind of pain. I'd always found that once I'd had enough cold beer, nothing in the world seemed to bother me, while if I started drinking those mixed drinks, I just got so excited and worked up that I could hardly sit still for a single moment.
"I thought you had some special plans for our fine lady," Judith said, after Norris had passed her the cigarette and she'd taken several real good puffs on it.
"Yeah! and the time is getting real close, too," Arnie said and shifted the weight of his body so I might feel the head of his hard cock brush my one leg.
"Ahh! the man is becoming aroused once again," Judith said and I knew she couldn't be talking about Stan, for the poor boy had just about had his limit when it came to orgasms in one twenty-four hour period.
"So what's the big secret?" Norris asked, taking the cigarette from Judith and handing it to me.
"It's this way," Arnie said. "I figure that since our very fine lady had never sucked a good cock before, it's just as un-likely she's never tasted good pussy juice."
"Now you are getting some brains in that thick skull of yours, boy," Norris said and laughed a mean-sounding laugh that sent cold chills running along my spine.
I found myself taking a few more drags on that cigarette than I'd planned on in the first place. Shit! maybe if I got high enough on that smoke and the cold beer, I just wouldn't even feel whatever it was Arnie had planned for me. I'd have bet my last dollar it wasn't going to be nice.
"I think I'm starting to get the drift of this," Judith said and when she didn't laugh, that bothered me a little.
"So, you two going to fill me in or make me wait and see what a delightful orgy you have planned for our very fine lady?" Norris asked and I knew he was once more toying with me to see if he just might not manage to make me mad.
"Would we do a thing like that?" Arnie asked and refused the cigarette when I offered it to him, though Stan was all too eager to take it from my fingers.
"Not unless you really wanted the shit beat out of you," Norris said and reclaimed his cigarette from the boy, to find he had but two puffs left at the most.
"She is going to get on her hands and knees and lick a nice hairless pussy," Arnie began to explain. "While she is doing that I'll be moving around behind her and dropping down on my knees."
"Ahh! you'll fuck her doggie style while she licks Judith real good," Norris said and started to roll a fresh cigarette. "I'm really very pleased with you for having sense enough to have dreamed up such a fine orgy for a very fine lady."
If Norris thought for one minute that I was going to be so stupid as to start an argument with him or the other two, he was out of his fucking mind. They were going to do just what they damn well pleased and there was no use my trying to talk them out of it. I'd be much smarter to just go along with them and hope Arnie couldn't fuck for too long.
The idea of being on my hands and knees and licking that hairless pussy of Judith's, sent cold chills all along my spine. It would very likely give me bad dreams for the rest of my life, but that trio was never going to learn what pure hell they were putting me through with all of their taunting.
"Like a good drag on this, baby?" Norris asked, as he offered me the fresh cigarette and grinned from ear to ear.
I took the cigarette and really dragged on it, though it didn't really seem to be doing a thing for me. Shit! I was so tied up in knots just knowing what that bastard, Arnie, was going to force me to do, that I wouldn't have felt one of the strongest drinks in the world. "That's more than enough, baby," Judith said, taking the cigarette from between my lips and laughing that nasty little laugh of hers.
"I got a feeling you ain't going to be saying that once she starts driving her tongue deep into that hungry cunt of yours, baby," Arnie said and his hand moved over the full mound of my cunt.
"Shit! I'll just bet you she don't even know what the fuck she should do once she gets her lips against this cunt of mine," Judith said after taking a long drag on that cigarette.
"Oh, she knows," Arnie replied. "Maybe she is even trying to tell herself she don't know what to do right now but she knows all right."
"I think you'll find Arnie is right about something for one of the very few times in his life," Norris said and again I got the impression he was trying to get under my skin and make me mad more than he was trying to get either Judith or Arnie sore.
"You really don't think too much of women do you?" I asked and knew I was letting the beast, Norris, get to me. "Now I haven't had the pleasure of meeting too many of them who gave me any real reason for thinking too much of them," Norris replied and chuckled softly.
"I'll just bet that even your own mother found it very hard to like you," I snapped and got my face slapped real good for being so fucking smart.
"You don't have to start acting like a whore so soon," Norris hissed and blew on the hand that had slapped my face so fucking hard.
"I think the time for our little orgy to get under way has come, baby," Arnie said, as he got to his feet and reached down to grasp my wrist firmly.
Yes, the time for the little orgy, as he'd called it, had come and there was no longer any trying to fool myself into thinking I might just talk myself out of it. Arnie was going to show Norris that he could still put on a good orgy scene, too, and there wasn't anything or anybody going to talk him out of it.
"You're getting to be more of a man than I'd once thought you'd be," Norris told Arnie which was like sticking a knife deep into the man's back and twisting it as hard as you could, so he'd be sure to feel the pain.
Arnie felt that knife blade being twisted in his back, as if it were the real thing, and he took it out on my poor wrist, the way I should have expected a beast with his low mental powers to do. Shit! Arnie came close to breaking my wrist when he pulled me to my feet after that last smart remark Norris had made.
"You better go over and sit down, honey," Judith cooed to Stan and then patted him lightly on the top of his head.
Stan gave her a pat on her ass in return and moved over to sit on the old sofa. I'm sure the boy had no real idea as to what those two people were going to make me do, but he sure planned on seeing all the action. Just fucking a married lady no longer held the big thrill for him it had held earlier that morning.
Judith was grinning from ear to ear when she moved to stand in the very center of the two blankets we'd spread on the floor with her feet spread as wide as she could spread them. She put her hands on her hips, tipped her head back and thrust her cunt forward and upward. Oh, there was no doubt in my mind that the bitch had played that little scene before or that she got her kicks from playing it.
"Down on your hands and knees, cunt!" Arnie ordered and he gave my poor ass a swat that really stung.
"Ouch!" I cried, even though I'd dropped to my knees very, very quickly so the bastard wouldn't have any excuse for swatting my poor ass again "Now don't go and leave any nasty marks on the lady," Norris said and laughed.
"You had your fun so now it's my turn," Arnie informed Norris and even though I was on my knees, he couldn't resist giving me a good, hard kick on my ass with one of those oversized feet of his.
Judith must have known what Arnie was going to do, for she seemed to sway forward just before his big foot landed on my bare ass. That brought her hairless cunt mound and my mouth together with more force than was needed or I had wished.
"You know I've got the feeling I just found a cherry," Arnie said and laughed that dirty sounding laugh of his.
"Man! you're really getting with it now," Norris said and I was sure the beast was becoming sexually aroused just by watching the way Arnie was treating me.
I felt Arnie go down onto his knees behind me and that was when it first dawned on me what he'd meant by that crack about having found a cherry. The hot tip of his cocks head brushing the soft left cheek of my bare ass helped let me know just what that no-good bastard had on his mind.
Judith had reached down to grip the back of my head firmly and was thrusting her cunt hard against my mouth. Shit! she wanted me to drive the tip of my tongue deep into that slit of hers and really work it around and around just the way Norris had done to my own cunt.
Yes, I knew I was going to do just what the bitch wanted, even though it would kill the very last bit of pride I had left. Norris would be sure I'd known it before and knowing him I was sure he'd make a real big point out of letting everybody in the cabin know just what he thought.
That was when I felt the hot head of Arnie's cock against that tiny rear hole of mine and knew for fucking sure I was going to have a cock shoved deep into my tight asshole. I'd heard about things like that, but it had never ever happened to me nor had I honestly thought it ever would happen to me.
I pressed my mouth more firmly against Judith's cunt and forced my tongue into her tight slit. I hadn't really expected a bitch such as her to have that tight a slit, which only goes to prove how very wrong I could be. Just because she'd lived with two men, maybe even more, I'd expected her cunt to just gape open I guess, and when you really stop to think about it that was very silly.
I found that once I'd gotten the taste of Judith's cunt flesh and juice it was no worse than the taste of a good, hard cock, It wasn't as good, but it wasn't any worse and that had to mean something.
I really drove the tip of my tongue down into that moist cunt channel of Judith's, in an effort to keep from feeling too much pain as Arnie shoved that hard, hot cock of his deep into my tight asshole. Oh, he could have taken it a little easy and there wouldn't have been so much pain around that tiny hole, but he wasn't thinking of me right at that moment. His only thoughts were of proving to Norris and Judith that he was a much better man than either of them had thought he was.
When that cock started moving in and out of my ass, I knew my first orgasm was going to come very quickly. That was one of the greatest sensations I'd ever felt in my whole life and every female knows that it's sensation which makes for real good orgasms.
Wham! Wham!
Once, twice, three times I reached an orgasm, while Judith reached only two, but then she didn't have a big, hard cock moving in and out of that tight asshole of hers the way I did. I even got the crazy idea that I heard the cabin door banging which, of course, was silly since nobody would walk out with such a really wild orgy happening.
"It's coming, baby," Arnie gasped and since I could feel his cock seem to swell even more within my tight rear hole, he hardly had to tell me he was about to spurt his cock juice deep into my poor ass. Oh, he did have to let Norris and Judith know what a really good fuck he was giving me. I had forgotten all about that.
"Ah!" Judith sang out when my tongue touched her clitoris, for I wasn't toying with that bitch the way Norris had been with me, earlier.
Wham! Wham!
Another orgasm shook the whole of my being and then Arnie was spurting his hot cock juice deep into my ass where I'd never before felt cock juice and I knew the big orgy scene was over. Surely those three people couldn't dream up anything any wilder than that.
"Man! that was worth it," Arnie said when he pulled back, away from me. "Hey! where the fuck did Norris go?"
We were all on our feet when we heard the sound of the big station wagon's powerful engine and the sound of its tires on the soft earth as Norris took off.
"That fucking bastard run out on us," Judith screamed as if that would do her any good whatever. "We should never have left that money in the wagon."
"Shit! he'll even call the fucking cops and tip them off as to where to find us and this cabin," Arnie moaned and I felt a little sick inside.
Oh, I'd pulled a real good one when I'd started Norris thinking there might be something between Arnie and Judith. He'd watched those orgy scenes and the doubt in his mind had grown stronger and stronger.
Well, it was too late to change anything. All any of us could do was wait and see what happened next.
Would Norris call the cops or wouldn't he? I wasn't really sure just how I felt about that. Honestly I wasn't!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Arnie had been all wet when he'd predicted that Norris would call the police. It was three whole fucking days before the four of us were found and that was thanks to Stan, who proved that he was going to be a leader of men. Shit! he proved he was a leader of men in those three days.
"What a boy!" Judith said on the evening of the second day when Stan returned to the cabin after having gone for a hike, carrying two fat rabbits.
Our beer ran out the second night and after that, Arnie was nothing but a slobbering beast. Judith kept smoking those hand-rolled cigarettes so she was feeling so good that even Arnie hadn't been able to get under her skin and he'd sure as hell tried to.
I couldn't seem to get enough fucking, though Stan and Arnie both did their best trying to please me night and day. I think it had something to do with the fact that my nerves were so taut and I was so worried. I'd never wanted fucked that much before in my whole life and it scared me. I'd read that a woman could become so used to being fucked that she'd have no choice but to become a professional whore in order to get all the fucking she needed. I'd always laughed it off before, but during those days in that cabin, I became aware of the fact it could happen.
The third afternoon Stan built a fire using as much wet wood as he could gather from the river bank. I'd have been glad to have given the boy a hand, but Norris had taken my clothes with him. Judith was thus given the chance to go walking along the river bank with the boy, looking for wet driftwood all by herself.
"It's stupid building a fire with wet wood," Arnie told Stan. "Hell, all you'll get will be lots of fucking smoke for your trouble."
"What the fuck do you think I want?" Stan had snapped back and Arnie had kept his mouth shut afterwards.
Once the fire was going, I saw that Arnie had been right about how much smoke there would be. I'd never seen that much smoke coming from a burning barn filled to the roof with dry straw.
"It seems kind of silly building a fire when it's so fucking hot," Judith said.
"I want people driving along the nearest highway to see the smoke and come to see what's burning," Stan informed her in the same tone of voice one might use in talking to a very small child.
I didn't care for the idea of our being found by police or strangers being naked the way I was, but I knew there was just no other way we were going to get away from that old cabin. If I'd had my clothes, Stan and I could have started walking and hoped for the best, but being bare-assed naked, that wouldn't be too smart a thing for us to try in that part of the country.
It was the police who came to see what was going on at the cabin. It seemed the cabin had become the gathering place for young people just drifting through that area and the police weren't too surprised at what went on there. That is, they weren't too surprised until they found me bare-assed naked and saw how worked over I'd been.
I was to learn what it could be like getting tangled up with the police. It was the first time in my life, you know, and I learned plenty. I learned what it was like to answer those same real stupid questions over and over again. Even though they knew all about the supermarket holdup and how the boy and I had been taken hostages, they seemed to feel there was something we weren't telling them.
After the police there was my stupid husband who seemed to be more excited by hearing what pure hell the boy and I had been put through. I was actually amazed to learn he wasn't ready to kill both Arnie and Norris, but the thought never seemed to enter his mind.
"I've been hearing some things around this neighborhood," he said at least. "Some real nasty things and I don't wish to be hearing any more of them."
He didn't have the guts to come right out and say he'd heard that I'd been fucking the teen-age boys around our neighborhood but then he'd never had that kind of guts.
Shit! Stan and every other teen-age boy in the neighborhood had more guts in their little fingers than he had in his whole body. All he could do was talk real fast and make money. If he thought I was going to stop seducing those teen-age boys around the neighborhood he was out of his fucking mind.
Norris and Arnie had grown up not knowing how to treat a real lady. Never having had the chance to learn that, they just naturally treated every woman they met as though she were little more than an animal.
Well, none of the young men in my neighborhood were going to grow up having no more feeling than that for women. I was going to make sure of that. I'd seduce every fucking one of them and teach them to be gentlemen when they were fucking a lady.
