The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
A cool breeze from the north caught a whirlpool of dried red and yellow oak leaves making them dance and twirl in small circles as they grazed the heat-scorched grass of the Riley's front yard. Overhead in a tall, proud tree a squirrel scurried down the rough grey bark to drop a precious hickory nut into his cozy nest in the high beams of the nut tree, while a blue jay chattered mindlessly in the swaying boughs of the neighboring pine. Nearby, the pungent, sulphury smell of burning leaves punctuated the earthy aroma of the clear midwest skies. Autumn was on its way.
Inside the one-story white framed house, mother and daughter stood side by side at the red and white checkered oil cloth covered kitchen table, one peeling and coring apples and the other measuring cupfuls of sugar into the fifteen gallon wrought iron kettle. It was Indian summer and time to line the emptied cellar shelves with home canned goods for the approaching winter which, as the Riley's neighbor had predicted, would be
"the dang-blasted coldest winter that's gonna hit Minnesota in the past thirty years."
Sally Riley glanced down at the half-empty bushel of rosy red harvest apples that stared back at her mockingly. She sighed heavily, brushing back a wisp of breast-length flame red hair that escaped the confines of the baubled rubber hair bands holding the pigtails sprouting out from each side of her head. At the time it had seemed like such a good idea, picking the apples from her uncle's farm with the help of her brother Allen and loading them into the rusted four door sedan to bring home as a surprise to her aging mother. It was something that she and her mother could do together and it would give them a chance to talk. But now, with the water making her fingers as puckered and wrinkled as the apples themselves, she was about to give up. Enough of nostalgia, she told herself. It was time for a cup of coffee.
"Mom, how about taking a rest for a minute and having a cup of coffee. Guess I'm just not used to domestic work," she said with a chuckle.
"Sure, honey, sit down and have a piece of the apple coffee cake I baked just for you last night." She smiled at her only daughter with pride. "You used to love it when you were a little girl. I remember," she said, staring off into space, "how as a little girl you used to come home from school and say, 'Mom, did you bake anything today?' And I'd say, 'Yes, Sally, it's in the pantry'. Then you'd rush in there and cut yourself a piece." Tears welled in Mrs. Riley's eyes. "And you always gave me a big hug and kiss when you set your plate in the sink. Yes, such a polite little girl you were, so thoughtful." Sniffing loudly, she wiped her nose on the back of her age-spotted hand. "Your daddy was still alive then bless his soul, may he rest in peace. Oh, Sally, he would be so proud of you now!"
"Come on, mom, let's not get sentimental, okay?" Sally poured herself a cup of black steaming coffee, dark and tarrish, typical of Scandinavian coffee and then cut herself a generous piece of the warm, moist coffee cake.
"Don't be modest, honey," her mother's eyes watched with anxious anticipation as the girl's fork cut into the first bite of Mrs. Riley's prize recipe coffee cake. It had won widespread acclaim in the small Minnesota farm town and even blue ribbons at the county fair.
"Fantastic, mmmmmmm," murmured Sally with a mouthful, bending over to peck her expectant mother on the cheek. One of the few things the poor woman has left to look forward to, thought the young woman as she savored the freshness, twirling it around in her mouth.
Mrs. Riley dumped the last cupful of sugar into the kettle. "Do you think I should bring that to the reunion on Sunday? Your Aunt Clara gets so jealous when I out-bake her, specially since she gave me the recipe," chirped the apron-clad mother.
"What's this? A family reunion?"
"Didn't I tell you? Yes, it's going to out on Uncle Ralph's farm. And it's in your honor, honey. You know you're the first one in the family to have graduated from college. We're all so happy for you." Mrs. Riley's voice cracked with the last few words and she dabbed at her eyes with the corner of her flowered apron.
Sally swallowed the last bite of the coffee cake and another gulp of the coffee, making a face at its bitterness, contorting her beautiful even features. After drinking the coffee in the girl's dormitory at college and the brown dishwater colored liquid they called coffee at the hospital where she had just finished her internship, this tasted like tar. She winced as the last of it slithered bitterly down her throat.
Wiping her mouth on the shoulder of her plaid gingham shirt tied in a knot just above her waist-an old habit from childhood-she walked over to give her mother a reassuring hug.
"Aw, it wasn't all that hard getting my nursing license," she said with an ill-concealed air of pride, "it was the state boards that was the killer!"
"Have another piece of coffee cake. It's no good when it's stale. Just as long as you save a piece for your brother."
"Yeah. Where is he, anyway? He promised yesterday that he would help with these apples and now he's out riding his ten speed, I'll bet." Wearily, Sally picked up the apple peeler and resolved to finish peeling the bushel of apples despite its unwelcome affect on her hands. She smiled secretly as she looked down at them, the respite having brought them back to their original fullness. While in training, several patients, especially children, had warmed to her Florence Nightingale touch, commenting on the softness of her alabaster long slender fingers, so agile and deft. They had all buzzed for her to give them shots and back rubs, so caressing and gentle was her touch.
Not that nature had neglected the rest of her twenty-six year old body; far from it! Perhaps it was her long red hair that just grazed the nipples of her breasts when she let it hang long and wavy that attracted people to her first. As a child it was a source of amusement to her friends and with time she became less angry when they'd called her "red,"
"flame," and worse yet for a Scandinavian town, "Irish." Most of the time she wore it in a modest bun at the back of her head-a habit acquired in nursing school where rules stated "hair must be off the shoulders and tucked under the cap." Times when she was feeling particularly provocative and uninhibited, she let it hang loose and full; those were times when everyone turned their heads to stare at the yellow highlights creating halos above her head in the sunlight, like spun gold.
In structure, she was small and fine boned. "Takes after her mother's side of the family," her big boned relatives used to say with a jealous laugh. This may have been why people always guessed her to be far younger than her twenty-six years. Yet her breasts were firm and high riding, especially for a woman with mammary glands the size of Sally's. The country style way she wore her brother's shirt now accentuated the size of her breasts, so round and melon-like in shape, and she stared down at them proudly as she wiped away a flying apple peel that clung to the pocket of the green and blue plaid gingham shirt. They, too had been a source of comfort to many a whimpering child returning to consciousness after tonsillectomies and nightmares. She'd hold them tightly to her heavy bosom and always, within minutes, they would fall asleep in her supportive arms, comforted by the warm scent of her mature breasts.
Her legs were beautifully formed and her thighs were rounded and curved in just the right places. Her buttocks were full and rounded and firm and it was impossible for her to walk without them undulating in the most provocative way. Rare was the man who wouldn't turn his head to watch her walk out of sight.
Her cheekbones were set high and proud on her freckle speckled face, offsetting her bright blue eyes that flashed with excitement and merriment when she spoke. She had the eternal look of youth, but too often, she'd been told by her roommates, she hid it under the modest puritanical style of the way she wore her hair. Unlike most women her age, she wore little if any make-up, preferring her own peaches and cream complexion to the deep unnatural tones of self-created beauty.
"How much longer do you think you can spend with us before you have to hit the road with your trailer?" asked her mother, dumping the aluminum dish of peeled apples into the kettle and churning them into the sugar with a long handled wooden spoon.
"Couple of weeks, maybe...." Sally rested her Levi-clad knee to rest on the soft cushioned pad of the kitchen chair. "Depends on when I get the trailer fixed up. I want to have Uncle Ralph and Allen help me put the sink and stove in. It's going to be really nice traveling around the countryside in my little convertible mobile home," she smiled up at her sad-eyed mother who choked back the lump growing in her throat as she listened to her only daughter's plans for leaving home. Only this time for good.
"Your falher would have...."
"Please, mother!" interrupted Sally. "I'm not the only one in the state with this job, you know. There's going to be one visiting health nurse for each county to travel around to the country schools. It's just too bad that Karen Johnson got first pick for this county, otherwise I could have stayed at home most of the time."
Mrs. Riley turned on the Wedgwood stove and set the heavy apple-filled kettle on the fiery burner and wiped her hands on her apron. "Allen and I will certainly miss you, Sally. He needs a sister, too, you know. It's been lonely for him since your father passed away. He sure has grown up over the past year. Don't you think?"
Sally merely nodded. Without a doubt, Allen's firm young torso had not eluded her eyes. She couldn't believe this was her little brother, with his rock hard biceps and hairy chest who was just beginning to shave away his growing manhood-buying colognes and after shave lotions, deodorants and jock straps. For a fifteen year old boy, he was mature indeed. Paring away at a stubborn apple skin that hung obdurately to the stem, Sally laughed to herself remembering how just yesterday when she hung the wet clothes on the line to dry in the warm September sun, she'd pulled out Allen's jock strap. How huge it was! Curious, she'd checked the label sown into the seam. A 'large', she'd chuckled to herself. My, he was a big boy!
A slam of the porch screen door and in walked Allen, panting, his tanned forehead lined with beads of perspiration.
"Mmmmm, smells good in here," he smiled, giving his mother a kiss on the forehead, cradling his large hands around her slim shoulders. "What are you making?"
"Apple butter," offered Sally with a wide grin, showing off her even pearly teeth. "You were supposed to help with this, remember?"
"Ahhh, sorry, sis. I forgot." Plunk. She watched as he sat down heavily on a kitchen chair and began picking away at the choice bits of peeled apples.
Reprimandingly, Sally slapped his hand. "No you don't, not unless you promise to help." Then, looking up, her blues eyes sparkling in the autumn sun, "Where you been anyway? Playing around with that Arrenson girl? Huh?"
"None of your business," he answered with a slap of his hand on her taut buttocks that lingered for a short moment.
Despite the fact that Allen was eleven years her junior, and despite the fact that Allen was her brother, Sally still felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of her baby brother going out with girls. Must be a maternal hangup, she'd reasoned to herself on many a sleepless night after she and Allen had spent the evening playing Monopoly and drinking apple cider, but she just couldn't overcome it. Sally being his only sibling and Mrs. Riley far too old fashioned and prying to confide in, Allen had come to depend on his older sister as a confidante, someone to whom he could relate his fears and fantasies of growing manhood, someone who with the advantage of experience, could instruct him in the art of courtship.
Try as she may, Sally could not fathom why any girl would not give her eye teeth to go out with Allen Riley. In contrast to her own slenderly curved frame, Allen was square shouldered, tall, and long-legged, yet agile and smooth in his movements, unlike many gangly boys his age. Already the fuzz was feathering his pubescent face and it accentuated the shock of brown hair that always hung in his eyes which burned underneath the shadow of his hair. His strong lower jaw protruded, giving him a mature yet sensitive appearance.
Very similar to Dr. Iverson, she mused silently, same hair, color and build. Even the same enunciation of words, though Dr. Iverson came from the East Coast, she thought. Now as Allen rose to his feet to cut himself a piece of coffee cake that lay vulnerable to his young hearty appetite, Sally noticed he even walked the same. My old lover, personified, she sighed with a deep heave of her full chest. Maybe that's why I consented to date him, even though he was married. Guess they're still my two favorite people in the whole world. Sally reached down into the nearly empty bushel basket for another bowlful of unpeeled apples.
No, the redhead tried to calm herself, I've promised myself never to think of Dr. Iverson again; but just watching her brother out of the corner of her eye, she could feel the lips of her cunt swelling and straining against the band of her panties. Her pussy felt warm and moist and spreading open as her clitoris swelled. A lewd excitement, a desire to give in to the most wanton and sensual thoughts, flooded over her, warming her body and making her nerves tingle as if she had taken some powerful drug. But that drug, she reminded herself, was her own desire.
Sally sat down on the nearby kitchen chair and, folding her right leg under her left which hung loosely, she leaned forward toward the table. The tingling in her loins was slightly abated but her mind was not. The redhead pared away menacingly at the apple, faster and faster she peeled, chopping into the juicy flesh with a staccato motion until the fruity flesh was all but gone from the tortured apple core.
"My," said Mrs. Riley, noticing her daughter's sudden relentless ambition, "what's getting into you?" Laughing, she turned her attention to the bubbling apples, warm and syrupy now as they browned in the sugar.
"Just want to get this basket finished," and lifting her head, "maybe if Allen would use some of his energy on work, he wouldn't get in so much trouble with the neighbor girl." Sally knew her remark was uncalled for, in fact it was cruel, biting into Allen's trusted secrets. For a second their eyes met, brother's and sister's, in a flash of kinship.
"Okay, okay, move over," he chided, setting his unfinished coffee cake on the counter. "Get me a knife."
"Put them into that big bowl when you're finished," suggested the sister gaily, happy that her brother would join the little family production line. Allen stood crowded by the bushel basket, his leg occasionally bumping against his sister's arm as she peeled with a deftly brandished knife in her hand.
"If you weren't left handed," he started with a laugh ... Sally's blue eyes blazed a trail up her brother's strong thigh until they rested at the fly of his Levi's and mentally licked at the big give-away bulge in his pants. Faster and faster she peeled, trying to neglect the enticing sight inches away from her head. If only Mom weren't here, she told herself, I'd reach over and bite it! Dr.-what was his name? She couldn't remember in her befuddled state ... Iverson ... was built the same way-She laughed to herself remembering how he used to tease her by rubbing against her from the back and she'd feel his hard cock sticking into her spine. That was only one of the games they played as they washed up for surgery. She was his assistant during internship and it was her duty to pull his sterile gloves on his long slender fingers and tie his green surgical cap over his unruly brown hair. But that's all behind me now.
"Are you gong to the reunion with us tomorrow?" Sally was relieved to have changed the subject.
"Didn't know about it ... don't know," his husky male voice growled from beside her.
"Come on," urged his sister, "you have to go. Besides, it's in my honor and you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"
Teasingly, Allen reached down and pulled her red hair. "For you, sister, and only for you, would I subject myself to our stupid relatives. I can just hear it now. Aunt Clara will be exchanging recipes with Aunt Lois and Uncle Ralph'll have his horseshoe game set up and everybody is going to have to play otherwise he'll start telling those dumb stale stories about when he was a kid and they had to walk three miles through waist-high snowdrifts to get to school...."
"Allen," his mother berated her son, playfully wielding her wooden spoon above her head. "You'll go and you'll like it!"
"Yes, ma'am." Allen raised his hand in mock salute.
And then....
"Ouch! Goddamn!"
"Allen!" Mrs. Riley screamed. No vituperative language was permitted in the Riley house.
Gritting his tightly clenched teeth, Allen drew in a long breath, making a hissing sound so loud that his mother dropped her stirring spoon on the floor and ran to his side.
"Dropped that son ... that knife right into my foot. Feels like it stabbed something ... ouch."
"For god's sake, let me see." Sally immediately fell to her knees to examine the wound.
Mrs. Riley bit her lips in dismay. "Good thing we have a nurse in the family, huh, Allen?"
"Come on," Sally pulled him by the arm to the bathroom, "we have to clean that out with some methiolate."
Hobbling along beside her, Allen cradled his petite sister in the wide expanse of his outstretched arm, hugging her closely to his chest as she supported him down the hall.
Stirring the cauldron in wide bubbling circles, Mrs. Riley shook her head, thinking, Allen sure is going to miss his sister when she's gone. Their father would have been so happy to see his son and daughter so close.
In the bathroom, Sally had assumed her nurse's attitude. "Now take off your Levi's. They're too long and they're dragging on your injured foot. Might cause an infection in that open wound."
Bracing his arms against the sink and bathtub, Allen rested his five foot ten frame on the toilet seat. "What?"
"I said, take off your pants!" Sally's arms were folded across her chest now, giving her an air of superiority and not-to-be-denied authority.
A crooked smile came over Allen's face. "If you were Dottie Arrenson I'd say great!"
"Well, just pretend I am," said his sister with a salacious pout of her sultry little mouth.
With his eyes rested firmly on his older sister's, as though in mock defiance, Allen unzipped his Levi's and, with the help of Sally's knowing hand, slipped them down over his slim narrow hips, down over his strong muscular thighs until they strangled his pink rounded knees.
"You're going to have to get them the rest of the way," he moaned, stretching his legs out straight from his body with the support of his hands. "I'm still too stiff from football practice."
Bending down, Sally began pulling at the denims, but to no avail. "I can't get them off when you're still sitting on them, you know, silly."
"Then pull from the middle."
"What?" Sally gulped loudly. "Guess I will have to pretend I'm Dottie Arrenson." She couldn't believe what she was about to do. The only way she could get those Levi's off him was by pulling right in the middle near the zipper, which meant, no matter if, or how, she tried to avoid it, rubbing against the hardness of his fifteen year old prick. And hard it was, too, she could see that now. Wonder what caused that, she thought, trying to think of an anatomical cause for the sudden growth under the V-shaped double crotch of his snow white jockey shorts.
With a twinkle in his brown eyes, Allen laughed with a far from innocent smirk. "You must have done this a thousand times, huh?"
"Not to my own little brother, no."
Her heart was beating with a loud thud in her heaving breasts. As she bent over, her large melon shaped breasts strained against the tightness of her brother's shirt, for though the sleeves were far too long, the chest size was one too small, and the friction caused her nipples to stand out in proud points beneath. She could feel her cheeks blush, matching the flaming color of her hair as her deep cleavage was more than obvious and her ripely swollen breasts peeked through the three unsecured buttons of her shirt.
"Sure you want me to pull them down?" she stuttered momentarily.
"More than sure," he smiled wickedly.
"Okay." Sally's long slender fingers artfully wedged their way in between her brother's flat smooth stomach and Levi's, and Sally noticed with amusement the few stray hairs above his navel that tickled against her hand as she wormed her hand into the soft, warm space. She tugged.
The Levi's would not budge.
Arming herself with a deep breath, she slipped her hand now between the stubborn denim and the pressure of her own brother's cock. Sally thought she would go insane, lose her mind completely. God! She wanted to grab hold of that young hard prick and rub it between her breasts like a self-made cunt. She wanted to jerk on it, fondle it, caress it and bite it. In the secret darkness of her own pussy, the juices were flowing like melting vanilla ice cream. The softness of his underwear sent shivers of wanton desire up her spine.
"Go ahead," teased Allen, "pretend you are Dottie." A certain tone in his voice told Sally he wasn't kidding!
She wanted to scream out. Never had she felt so lewd or so hot as she was this minute with her hand slipped into her own brother's pants.
"Who do you want me to be?" Slowly, Allen was reaching his hands around to cup her out-thrust breasts and she did nothing-didn't want to stop him.
"Come here," he said softly. And his strong arms drew her slender sisterly frame toward him, easing her down until she was sitting straddling him on the toilet seat, her legs dangled on each side of the cool porcelain bowl. She screwed her buttocks up and wiggled her upturned loins hard up against his prick which suddenly was out of his underwear now and pressing against her Levi-covered cunt. With a low moan, she relaxed her buttocks and anus, let them spread open over his lap. Her excitement and lewdness grew and she found herself smiling, smirking wickedly into his face, as his cock sensed what she was doing and pressed harder, sending a hot thrill up her spine and causing her cunt to flood with juices even more, staining the crotchband of her panties that were now forced tight up into her cuntal slit, pressing harder against her clitoris and exciting her even more; the lips of her cunt with soft fine pubic hair, bursting free on either side of the narrowing band. She felt her brother's young hands trembling on her breasts, squeezing and massaging them lewdly as she wriggled in his lap.
"Allen," she finally summoned the strength to whisper in a hoarse raspy voice, "we can't ... this is crazy ... you're my little brother...."
Sally closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath as Allen slipped his fingers inside her shirt and found her hardening nipples and teasingly began to caress them.
"Does this make women want to fuck? Does it excite you?"
Sally swallowed, but the lump in her throat would not disappear. "No ... yesss!"
The thought, the wonderful thought of her own brother sitting on the toilet in the bathroom squeezing her long neglected nipples added to the fuel of the wild sensation of a young, not yet mature boy doing obscene sexual things to her breasts.
"And what about this? Would Dottie Arrenson like this?" Allen left one hand pinching the nipple of her breast, sending galvanic spasms of pressure that turned to pleasure in her mind as her brother's other hand slid down and began pulling at the zipper in her Levi's. Then Allen's hands were on her round warm buttocks and caressing them, pushing his cock hard against her belly. Sally almost cried out as the head of his young hard maleness almost penetrated her cunt as he deftly lifted her an inch into the air so that his cock was pointed downward, directly towards her wetly seeping cunt. Then it slipped upwards again.
"Would she get up and pull off her pants for him?" Allen whispered in her ear, letting his tongue ring the outline of her warm ear lobe.
"Yess," she sighed heavily.
In a minute her Levi's were in a soft dark pile on the blue tiled bathroom floor, with Allen's strong athletic hands guiding her slenderly curved body back to straddle his lap. Then she felt Allen's hand and fingers on her cunt, rubbing her panties up into it.
He gently stroked the lips of her cunt with the soft silken nylon, making them swell even more and pushed some of the desire-moistened material up into the tight, red-curled slit.
"Think Dottie would like this?"
Sally answered with a grunt and hugged her arms tighter around her little brother's neck. His finger sought the wet entrance to her cunt but finding the nylon of her panties blocking the way, pulled the crotchband slowly aside. Sally's groan of frustration and lewdness was reverberating off the cold blue tile walls of the bathroom and she reached over to turn on the water faucet, to silence her moans of incestual pleasure.
Behind her, Allen's hand groped wildly up and with a jerk, she felt his hard rubbery cock pressed against her cunt, but it slipped free again, only to rub against her swelling clitoris. With a sigh of discouragement, he cupped his hand over her soft warm cunt and his middle finger slid in, aided by her moistness. Slowly, he began finger-fucking her as Sally tried to spread her legs, but the sink and bathtub on either side would not allow it.
Now in a lewd daydream, mindless of everything but the fact that her tender young brother was doing obscene things to her, she wriggled on his lap and out of control murmured in his ear, "Allen, you're so young and so hard. Why don't you take off your pants completely!" Sally couldn't believe this was her saying these lewd things to her own brother!
The young woman scrambled to her feet and turned. That's when she saw the bathroom door was wide open!
In two leaps she had the door closed tightly and stood bracing it shut with her back. Allen was approaching her, walking toward her in three slow steps, deliberate and measured. Then she saw it! His prick was in his hands, huge and pulsating. He was feeling for and suddenly rubbing around the now throbbing entrance to her cunt and then, for some strange reason, she wanted to tear off the rest of her clothes and have him fuck her right there in the bathroom.
With his firm hands on her buttocks, he moved backwards, pulling her with him, until he was seated on the toilet seat. He pulled her down on top of him. She couldn't help moaning as she felt the smooth rubbery head of his young cock head slipping under the elastic leg band of her nylon panties and slipping hotly up into her cunt. It felt so good, so hard and so tight.
"Hey? What's happened to my two apple peelers?" Mrs. Riley called through the closed bathroom door. "Got to get this apple butter up before I start baking for tomorrow's reunion."
Sally leaped up, her brother's desire-hardened young cock popping from her passion-flooded pussy-hole like a cork pulled from a bottle, and threw on her clothes.
Later," she smiled promisingly at him, still sitting dazedly on the toilet....
CHAPTER TWO
Sally awoke early the next morning and, slipping her robe over her long flannel nightgown, walked into the kitchen to be greeted by the heady scent of freshly baked sweet rolls and bread. A cup of steaming hot coffee was set beside her plate along with a dish of apple butter.
"Hungry this morning, dear?" Mrs. Riley was busy wrapping her notorious apple coffee cake in aluminum foil and putting the strips of bacon over the molasses sizzle of the home baked beans. She slipped them into the oven and, lifting her head, stood smiling down at her daughter.
"This is delicious, mom. You've done it again," congratulated the droopy eyed graduate. "And these sweet rolls...."
If there was anything Mrs. Riley loved, it was praise, and knowing this, Sally relished in lavish adoration. With age, thought the young woman, I may be the same way.
"What time did you two finally go to bed last night?" A glass of cold milk found its way to Sally's place setting.
"Huh? Oh, we stayed up until about two I guess." It was difficult for the redhead to concentrate on food after what happened yesterday in the bathroom. And with my own brother yet! Her conscience reminded her with occasional stabs of guilt that made her stomach churn. Half-eaten, she set the sweet roll down on her plate. Somehow, it just wouldn't wind its way down to her empty stomach. Last night, too, she had eaten only half of her mother's famous roast chicken and dressing, so full of butterflies was her stomach-sexual butterflies, she reminded herself.
"Allen sure is going to miss you, Sally. He depends on you for guidance." Her lips puckered in expectation of the first bitter sip of the strong coffee for the day.
"I know." Sally sat looking off into space, feigning fatigue.
Sally just could not understand what had prompted her behavior yesterday. It's not as if I'm an all out whore, she told herself. Maybe it's just my age creeping upon me-I read somewhere that thirty-two is supposed to be the optimum age for a woman. Sexual appetites are highest then. God, if I'm already letting my little fifteen year old brother seduce me, what have I to look forward to in the next six years? The prospect was bittersweet-scary yet promising.
But Allen ... God! Such a body that boy has! So young, so hard, so fresh. Like succulent fruit, she told herself, raising her coffee cup to her lips. Not at all like Dr. Iverson's flabby torso, with wrinkles creeping like spider webs under his eyes and hairs growing in his ears. Unconsciously, the young woman began licking her lips, her eyes staring out the window at the tall pine that salaciously swayed from side to side in the cool autumn breezes.
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The family reunion was a typical one for the Riley family: it took place at Uncle Ralph's farm, three miles outside of the rural Minnesota farm town. "Ralph has got the biggest house," all the relatives would say, "the only one big enough to hold this growing family." And so without consent or consideration, the Riley relatives pulled in one by one in carloads, the children spewing from out of back seats with balls, bats and extra pairs of shoes, "just in case they wanted to go into the barn." Next piled out the women, aluminum covered pie pans and pottery bean pots in hand, broad smiles of expectant praise for home cooked delights on their red lipstick drawn mouths. Last of all were the men who drove around the circular, dirt rutted farm yard searching for a place to park their car; somewhere out of the way where no flying balls and flung bats would put dents in the polished finish of their only precious automobile.
"We're so happy for you, Sally! When are you going to be leaving? Aren't you afraid to leave home for good? Who's going to make the curtains for your trailer? Allen will miss you so...." a barrage of questions hit her with the first step through the door, making Sally's head spin with a strange coupling of pride and regret. It was quite an honor being the only one in the family to get a college education, but it was sad to be leaving these loving' relatives. On one side Aunt Clara grabbed Sally's arm for a heart to heart talk about the young woman's feelings of leaving her mother behind, while on the other side Aunt Lois demanded to know when Sally could come over for dinner, so that she too, could have some time with her niece. Pulled and pushed, Sally felt like she'd just won the Irish Sweepstakes and was being hounded by the press. As small and restricted as these people's world is, thought Sally, they still are the kindest people in the whole world. The young redhead wallowed in attention.
The women and men separated. The women converging on the kitchen, rattling through cupboards to prepare the food. "Oh, Lois, you're so organized. Why, just look at these silverware drawers. My, My!" Aunt Clara exclaimed. And, "When did you put new liners on your shelves?"
Sally stood in the midst of the chattering and beamed. Yes, my relatives are something special even if they aren't the most aware smart people I've ever met..
By now the men gathered in the living room to watch the Sunday football game on television. Loud cheers and occasional hisses mingled with the sizzling of the pink juicy ham now being pulled from the oven. Aromas and expectancy filled the air.
The room was growing too warm for comfort and Sally opened the kitchen door for some badly needed fresh air. She could see why Allen loathed these family reunions. Now that she'd received her congratulations, there was nothing to hold her interest and she creaked open the screen porch door and headed out to the yard where a mass of young children were choosing up sides for a softball game.
"I caught the bat! I'm first to choose," pouted a chubby little boy, unconscious of his open zipper on his Sunday pants.
"Yeah, but I got my fingers closest to the top! I get Allen!" jeered a pig tailed little girl in her freshly starched linen dress. "That's the way we play it at Pleasant Valley and we won the tournament last year, so there!" She put her hands on her invisible hips and, poking her head forward, stuck her pink little tongue out at her incredulous fat little cousin.
Allen stood by limply. How did I ever get coerced into coming to this stupid family reunion in the first place? he asked himself listening to his two cousins fight over his athletic prowess for a game he didn't even want to play. I've got better things to do like....
He looked up to see his sister standing on the far side of the yard. Yes, that's what he'd rather be doing. He could feel his fifteen year old cock growing in his Levi pants just thinking about yesterday in the bathroom. Christ! those tits! If only Dottie Arrenson had a pair to match life in rural Minnesota would take on a new meaning. Jesus! it's getting bigger by the minute. How come I never noticed Sally before? He stared at his older sister, her long red hair blowing in the soft autumn breezes, her alabaster skin reflecting light from its brightness.
"Isn't this fun?" said Sally sarcastically, as she approached her brother who stood with his hands deeply thrust into his Levi pockets.
He nodded, a grin on his face.
"How's your foot doing?"
He glanced down at his slipper worn on Sally's directions so no friction would tear the skin, and smiled up at her, a look of gratitude brightening his face. Tenderly, he slipped his arm around her shoulder. "Funny watching these dumb little kids fighting over me, and I can't even play," he laughed, staring down at his injured foot.
"How about a swing?" Sally said flirtatiously, hoping to get her brother away from all the screaming cousins who were still fighting.
"Get your hands off my new Sunday dress!" warned the little girl, visibly getting the better of her fat little cousin who chased after her, the bat is in fat clenched fist while he grabbed at the ruffle of her blue pinafore.
"Come on," urged Sally again.
Allen followed.
Sally walked to the swings next to the lawn chairs on the far side of the lawn and, with Allen's back to her, she lifted her skirt behind and bunched her panties in the crevice of her firm buttocks. Sitting on the swing so that she could feel her bare buttocks on the warm wood, she began to rock back and forth.
"How's 'bout a push, little brother?" she teased, calling over her shoulder.
"Sure thing, sis."
He pushed her from behind, first pulling her back as high as he could over his head and then, with fast paced run, pushed the swing board high in the air, high enough so that he could run underneath on the other side.
"Hey! This is fun!" called Sally as she swung as high as she could, kicking her legs and thrilling each time the wind billowed her skirt. She'd show him something, she thought to herself as she spread her legs wide so he could see her panties.
Allen sat on the grass next to the oak tree where the swing hung on heavy, knots near the supporting bough proving someone's courage in securing those gigantic ropes, watching her. His cock bulged hotly in his pants.
"Want to go for a walk?" he called at last.
"Been a long time since I've been down by the creek. Want to check out some trout holes." Sally skipped to a stop and then skipped off. "Okay," she said with a cute smile of her full red mouth, "sounds good to me!"
They walked hand in hand in silent slow steps. They walked through the barn yard until they came to a wire fence.
"Watch out!" warned Allen, "it may be electric." With protective courtesy, he put his foot on the wire to pull it down far enough for his sister's body to slip through the two wires. She did the same for him.
They walked, Allen leading the way, until the bushes and trees became quite thick and they were walking on a narrow cow path right by the shore of the willow lined creek. It was very quiet and no one was in sight. Loud cheers and the sound of a bat hitting a ball assured them that the children's soft ball game was safely under way. They walked single file, quietly.
"This looks like a good spot," called Allen over his shoulder. "This tree must have gone down in the summer storms. See those deep holes?" He pointed with his index finger. "That's the best spot for fishing. Trout hide out in there. Can you imagine living in a little hole like that your whole life?"
They walked until they could go no farther, thick bushes blocking their way. With both arms, Allen pulled them back and tiptoed along the bank. He looked back at Sally and didn't say a word. All he did was hold one hand out. Without saying a word, she took it and felt his strength from last night. They teetered along, almost falling into the water until the bushes fell away and they found a little lawn, completely surrounded by thick bushes on three sides with only the creek and thick bushes on the other side of the creek. They sat down together, and Allen, not looking at her began pulling up clumps of grass and idly tossing them into the creek, but they both knew at that moment that there was something between them and no turning back.
Sally sighed and lay back on the grass, staring up at the high cirrus clouds streaking through the midwest skies. Slowly, Allen turned to look at her. Although she'd never noticed it before, there was something vaguely familiar about the way his nose upturned-just like Sally's-and the way the corners of his mouth turned up when he smiled. It was almost as if Sally were looking at herself, for an infinitesimal second, as she would look if she had been born a boy. Her red tongue slowly licked her lips making them glisten in the autumn sunlight, her eyes hazily beckoned to him. And then, without warning, Allen fell on top of her and his hot mouth and probing fire-tipped tongue fit hers exactly.
So he didn't forget about yesterday, thought Sally with a warm glow of relief. So it's not just me that's going crazy.
They writhed together on the grass, their hands all over each other's body. Allen was pulling her dress up around her waist and slipping her flimsy white panties down off her legs and feet while she was desperately struggling with his zipper and frantically feeling for his young aroused cock.
Probing through his jockey underwear, that she herself had hung to dry on the line just yesterday morning, her hand felt his naked flesh and it was huge, bigger than she had dreamed and it was hard and hot to the touch. It ramrodded straight up against his belly. She squeezed it and gave out a little muffled cry of delight. With frenzied strength, she squirmed out from under him and rolled him willingly onto his side where she crouched and lovingly pulled his boyish cock out and held it in her hands, bending close, slowly pulling foreskin back. She did it slowly, his cock went limp, while she hungrily watched the deep blood-red head emerge and finally pop out. Gently, she stroked it back and forth in her hands, letting the tip of her tongue wet its blunt end. Allen lay absolutely still as Sally prolonged the action, slowly licking all around the head of his cock while slowly, sensuously, stroking it in her hands. She licked with the flat of her tongue, feeling the cock grow, swell, until it felt hard. Pausing, she slowly put her tongue-wet lips to the head and, with diabolic slowness, still stroking it at the base of his testicles, she slowly buried the huge cock in the warm, wet saliva of her mouth. She let it slip in and out, taking more each time, her mouth stretched wide, her lips ovaled so tight around at the passion-thickened flesh that they were white at the edges.
Allen began responding, she could feel his hips begin to sway then pump with a frightening strength. She closed her eyes and sucked and stroked as he pumped. She didn't care if anyone of her nosey relatives saw them; in fact, she wished they would all line up and watch as their prize neice sucked her own brother's cock. She would do this, any place or time he wanted.
Then, without warning, the young boy could stand it no longer and pushed her away with such force that she sprawled on the grass. His boyish face was twisted with lust as he leaped on her, pulling her skirt up to her waist and falling between her side splayed legs with such force, it knocked the breath from her. Allen put his mouth to hers and their tongues licked wildly and she thrilled, feeling his hard, rampant prick throbbing on her stomach.
They shifted positions fluidly and she couldn't stop from moaning when she felt the thick head of his cock parting her sparse, light red pubic hair and rubbing over her inflamed clitoris and the entrance to her moist ready cunt.
"Please, please fuck my pussy, Allen," she whispered, the first words that had exchanged since sitting on the grass.
Slowly, his cock pressed in against wet fleshy lips of her gently throbbing pussy and Sally caught her breath. It was too big! This boy, this young wild looking brother of hers, who hadn't yet reached full growth, this brother had such an enormous cock! And it was hers to love!
Sally doubled her knees up and spread her legs as far as possible. She was going to take all of her brother's young cock inside her belly no matter how much it hurt. She was going to let him fuck her in every way possible and get him to cum inside her again and again.
Merry laughter and voices sounded from up the creek and Allen jumped up as he heard his young cousins approaching. His body acted instantly, galvanically. Before Sally could more or less recover, he was stuffing his cock back in his pants and motioning with his head toward the bushes. Sally scrambled to her feet, grabbing her panties, no time to put them on, and hurried after him into the thick underbrush.
They got out of sight just as a line of young children came winding down the brushy path, one after another, fishing poles in their hands.
"Guess the ball game is over with," said Allen ominously.
Allen looked at Sally and shrugged. They were crowded close together in the bushes and they kissed again, their tongues licking. Sitting together, Allen undid her blouse and bra and her ripe huge breasts flowed out. Allen bent to kiss them and caress them while Sally fell back in the bushes.
"You must have inherited these big tits from Aunt Clara," he said with a teasing smile.
Sally answered by unzipping his fly again and stroking his cock. Allen cupped and teased one breast with his hands while his mouth sucked hard on the nipple of the other, pausing to nibble gently and teasingly now and then, sending spasms of erotic heat throughout Sally's body.
A piping voice behind then, near them, made them both jump. "Hey, I got one. Quick. Come here with the stringer. Wait til Uncle Ralph sees this one!" a little boy's voice shouted. Children came streaming out of bushes everywhere.
"I can't believe this," snarled Allen. He hurriedly dressed again and Sally begrudgingly followed suit.
Sally didn't know what to say. All she could think of was getting off somewhere with Allen and letting him fuck her.
They walked out of the bushes and back to the farm house without saying a word, Allen limping slightly from his injured foot. The men were playing horseshoe in a far corner of the half acre lawn and Allen headed for it without turning toward his sister.
Sally, with a deep sigh, walking into the kitchen, once again surrounded by her chattering aunts who were busily lining up forks, spoons and knives on the kitchen table. In the middle of the off-white linen tablecloth, one reserved for special occasions, was a white layer cake and in scrawled pink icing was the message, "Congratulations on your graduation from nursing school." A bright red rose, half covered with the pink icing was thrust into the cake, its stem wilted and limp.
"I stayed up all night decorating the cake, and it's just for you." Aunt Clara purred in Sally's ear.
"That's very kind of you," said Sally mechanically. Cake was the last thing on her mind right now. Her inner thighs and cuntal area twitched with the frustration of unconsummated sex. She could feel her warm moist pussy flowing copiously in the wetness of her white nylon panties. The sensation made her whole body twitter with excitement.
"Were all so proud of you." Hands and arms encompassed her arms and shoulders now, purring congratulations into her buzzing ears. Someone pecked her on the cheek and lit the solitary candle on her cake, but she didn't notice, and she didn't care.
The scrumptious smorgasbord of baked hams, scalloped potatoes and home grown corn didn't touch her palette. Everything tasted like cardboard. All Sally could think about was her interrupted love making. Aunt Clara insisted that Sally cut the cake for afternoon coffee. Mechanically, she lifted the knife and smiled for the camera as Uncle Ralph snapped a polaroid shot of his niece slicing into Aunt Clara's prize Lazy-Dazy Layer Cake-the one she'd won the bake-off at the county fair.
The afternoon passed, slowly, and the rest of the day was sheer tedious hell for Sally. She tried to join in conversations and play Bingo with her aunts, but found her mind constantly wandering. Twice she had kernels of corn slicing down the middle of her Bingo car, but she failed to notice.
"Are you feeling all right?" Mrs. Riley gently touched her daughter's arm then lifted her hand to touch her forehead. "You feel clammy. Sure you're okay, dear?"
Sally answered with a simple nod of her head.
"Guess she's just nervous. Leaving home and all...." Aunt Clara said calling out the last three numbers.
It seemed like forever, but finally dusk came and Allen pulled himself away from the afternoon football game which had finished four to zero in favor of the Minnesota Vikings. A loud cheer issued from the living room and the men filed out one by one.
"I told you that they's beat the Packers," Uncle Ralph chided his son, Bobbie, with a tweak on his cheek.
Uncle Sam scratched the back of his greying head and, looking over at his wife, Lois, said, "Come on, get packed up. Those cows been waitin' too long already. Guess that's what you get for bein' a farmer."
"Not yet," beckoned Aunt Clara, "stay and have another cup of coffee. Hard tellin' when we'll be able to get the whole family back together again. Why if it hadn't been for George...." She broke off suddenly, noticing the wan expression on Sally's mother's face at the mention of her decease husband.
"We better get going too." Sally seized the opportunity of the moment to expedite their long-awaited departure.
Allen nodded from across the room, his rosy cheeks crinkling in a smile, a knowing smile from near the half-emptied table, piled high with ham sandwiches, a gourmet's assortment of home made pickles, jams and sauces, not to mention the sundry cookies, cakes and pies.
They drove home with their mother doing most of the talking. " ... and that cake ... how nice of Aunt Clara. But did you taste her coffee cake? Wasn't nearly good as mine, if I must say so myself," she said sneeringly.
Sally stared moodily out the window with Allen sitting directly in front of her in the driver's seat. Sally could stand it no longer. She draped her coat over her lap, saying she was going to sleep on the way back to town. She sprawled her legs out, filling the full back seat of the car except for the few inches piled high with an empty cake pan and bean crock. Her legs thrashed involuntarily on the 1968 sedan seat. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of anything else but her young brother's prick and how much she wanted to suck it and feel it sinking into the warm slippery walls of her cunt. Her pussy began aching for it and she became inflamed and she stifled her low moans. Allen turned the radio onto a rock station.
Then her entire groin began to ache for his cock with a ferocity that wouldn't be denied. Finally, she knew she had to have an orgasm to get any relief at all. With her mother chattering mindlessly in the front seat and her brother slowing around the curves of the hazardous one-lane country road, she pulled her dress up and her hand pushed aside the elastic legband and slipped inside her panties and her fingers began playing with her clitoris. She edged her panties down to her knees, her eyes on the back of her mother's head all the while. Sally readjusted the coat so that if her mother or brother should turn around, they would not see her middle finger slipping into her hungrily seeping cunt and began finger-fucking herself. Try as she may, she couldn't keep the coat from slipping over the edge of her seat while her buttocks moved in lewd tiny circles; It aroused her more but it failed to satisfy her.
"Did you see your cousin chase after that adopted child of...." Mrs. Riley turned her head as she spoke to her daughter. "Poor dear," she said, lowering her voice a full decibel, "she's so tired. Are you asleep, Sally?" Then turning to her son, "They're all so proud of Sally for getting such a good job."
Sally wished her mother would just shut up and leave her alone. With her eyes closed, she thrust two, then three fingers in her cunt, worming them in and out as deeply as she could, trying to imagine going back to the creek and lying in the glen with her brother. She imagined what would have happened had she and Allen started making love and her young cousins had stumbled over them. Instead of feeling shame at the lewd speculation, it fed her sex maddened brain with lewd images and she thrust her fingers in harder.
The idea was insanely exciting to her and Sally fucked her fingers in and out furiously, sweating, moaning, writhing in the back seat of the car.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay, honey?" Her mother's head turned once more to study the prostrate figure of her daughter in the back seat. "I can hear her moaning," Mrs. Riley turned her head toward her son, "Can't you?"
Allen answered by turning up the radio. "What she needs is a little louder rock 'n roll."
For a infinitesimal second, Sally wanted to reach over the front seat of the car, open the door and push her mother into the ditch. She wanted to be left alone with her brother, to let him fuck her right now! "Shut up!" her mind screamed.
Sally felt herself on the verge of a climax and she put both her hands over her cunt, massaging and fingering herself with all her might. She tried, with all her strength, until she was near exhaustion and finally collapsed in despair, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming.
The green sedan pulled into the tree lined driveway of the Riley's modest one story white house. "We're home, dear," Mrs. Riley called from her position in the front seat.
Hurriedly, Sally took the well-timed cue and pulled her panties back up to her waist, with a final deep moan of frustration that issued from her pouty mouth just as Allen turned off the motor.
"Probably Aunt Clara's prize winning cake," he laughed.
Not speaking to anyone, Sally rushed to the privacy of her bedroom, where she lay, breathing heavily until she calmed a bit. Certainly she couldn't go into the living room where her mother and brother sit sipping hot apple cider and demand that her brother come into her bedroom. What would her mother think?
She staggered to the bathroom and looked at her face in the mirror; it was alive with lewdness and frustration, her eyes half closed and smoky with passion. She stripped quickly and took a cold shower, as ice cold as she could stand it. Drying herself, she told herself she must be calm and patient. Bide her time. Her mother would go to bed early tonight, she knew. In the mean time it would be fun waiting, imagining. It was wrong and it was wicked. Sally didn't know of a society in the world that condoned or permitted what she and her brother were going to do that night. It was wicked and wrong and it was sinful. And, precisely because it was so wrong, it was all the more exciting and tempting.
At the picnic, by the creek, she had tasted the most forbidden fruit of all, and it was sweet. Now, she wanted it all, she wanted to suck on it and feel it cumming in her mouth and cunt all night. In a feverish way, she found herself wishing her mother was with her father in heaven and she and her brother lived in this little house all by themselves. She knew she was thinking crazy, thinking all wrong, thinking very evil and sick, but it no longer mattered. Nothing mattered, only getting Allen in bed with her and making hot, lewd love to his young body all night long.
Her mother came to the bedroom door, but Sally feigned sleep; her concerned mother was there at the doorway, a dark silhouette in the dim light of the hallway, a tray in hand.
"Here, baby. I've made you some green tea and toast. Best thing in the world for a tummy ache." She set it down on the night stand next to Sally's patchwork quilt covered bed. Another figure in the doorway told her Allen was there too. A look of grave concern clouding his handsome young face.
Sally wanted to scream, to leap up and smash her mother in the face, to claw and rip and break things and burn the house down! She could just see them, all three of them again tonight, sitting up and peeling apples.
"How about giving her some of your home made blackberry wine?" suggested Allen with a chuckle, giving Sally the distinct impression that he knew what she was going through right now, just having the object of her sex crazed mind standing only several feet away.
"Yeah. Maybe that would be more soothing," moaned Sally from beneath her well covered bed. "Guess I'll get up and have some with you." It'll be the only way Mom will leave me alone, she thought to herself. She slipped on her robe and followed her family to the living room.
Sally cuddled up in the big overstuffed easy chair that matched the sagging burgundy velvet couch on the other side of the room where Allen sat smiling at her, his long legs extended out in front of him, one crossed over the other. While Mrs. Riley was uncorking the amber wine bottle in the kitchen, Allen rose to his feet, took the afghan from the back of the couch and draped it around his sister's trembling body. "Don't want to have you catch a chill," he murmured in her ear.
His nearness only drove her on the higher desires. She wanted to jump up and rape him on the spot, have him fuck his big young cock deep up into her hungrily throbbing belly til she screamed for mercy.
"Here you are, children." Mrs. Riley walked through the doorway with two glasses of dark syrupy wine, one in each hand.
"How 'bout you, Mom, aren't you going to have any?" Allen wanted to know.
"Mine's in the kitchen, dear." Then turning to Sally, "Isn't he a polite young man?" Sally tilted the glass to her lips and smiled over the rim at her brother across the room. He, too, was excited. She could sense his excitement from the six feet separating their hot, yearning bodies.
"Guess it's around seven, would you say. There's supposed to be a special on television tonight. Billie Grahm in New York at the Madison Square Garden. I do think he's done so much for youth, don't you Allen?"
Mrs. Riley settled herself in the leather seated rocker next to the television set and began turning the knobs on the console set. "I want to watch this because our Church Circle-that's just a bunch of us old biddies-" she explained with a tilt of her head in the direction of Sally, "who get together and read Bible lessons. Anyway, Margaret Barter is giving the lesson tomorrow and she suggested that we all watch this on TV tonight." The grey haired woman took a long thoughtful sip of her dark wine. "You don't mind, do you Sally?"
Sally shook her head.
"In fact, I think I'll go get my lesson for tomorrow and start reading it now. My, the laundry is piling up already," she said absentmindedly, "and I'll have to do that first thing...." She rose from her chair that continued its rocking even after the broad hips of the frail women had lifted from its leather seat, and disappeared through the door into her bedroom adjacent to the living room.
Allen looked over at his sister and they exchanged a knowing look. "Just wait til she goes to bed." Allen mouthed the words which drew a deep moan of relief from Sally's heaving chest. She pulled the afghan tighter around her body, chills of excitement racing up and down her spine.
"Yes, here it is," Mrs. Riley returned with the small pamphlet. "It's on the subject of youth. How appropriate...." She smiled at her two children who exchanged looks of disbelief. "I have the two best children in the whole world. I'm so happy I don't have the grief of going through those nasty lawsuits like Margaret was confronted with. It gets so awful in these small towns where everybody knows everybody," she laughed heartily, then she tilted the glass to her lips.
In similar manner, Sally drained the last of her wine and set the empty glass on the coffee table beside her.
"Would you like more?" Allen was on his feet, limping toward the kitchen and returned with the half empty bottle in his hands. With a salacious grin, he poured Sally's glass full to the brim and then hobbled over to his mother's rocker and did the same, bowing in a deep sweep. "More wine, madam?"
"Why I declare! You are trying to get your mother drunk, aren't you son. Imagine that!" She sipped thirstily at her glass.
"I think I'll go to bed now, Mom," said Sally, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the feigned yawn that never quite came. "Are you going to be late?" The red haired woman turned to her mother. "Doctor told you not to overdo it, Mom. Perhaps you'd better finish your wine and come to bed too."
Sally went to her room, leaving the door unlocked and slightly ajar, tearing off her nightgown and turning out all the lights but a dim bed lamp covered with a paper lamp shade.
She lay on the bed, listening to the ticking of the clock and the scratching of a low bough against the window pane, the sound of the television and then the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Was that Allen or was that mother, she asked herself in bewilderment, her heart pounding menacingly in her chest.
She tiptoed to the living room where she saw her brother turning the wine bottle upside down, pouring the last of the dregs into his glass.
Allen took the final sip from his glass and sighing heavily, rose to his feet and stretched his arms high above his head in a deep satisfying yawn and pounded his chest. Flick. Billy Grahm faded from the screen just as he was about to say the final prayer.
Sally retreated from her vantage point and waited till her brother disappeared down the hallway and she heard a click of the bedroom door. Wonder what that means? she asked herself. Has he forgotten?
The anxious young redhead pulled her long wavy hair back with her slender hand. She had time, she'd wait. After twenty minutes she slithered down the hallway, past her mother's room and trying the door to her brother's room found it unlocked. She stepped into the room and closed the door. Allen sat up in bed.
Without a word, she undid her robe and let it fall at her feet and stood naked while Allen looked at her with hungry eyes. She turned around in place, letting him see all of her lovely and voluptuous body, then she walked to the bed and slowly pulled the sheet and covers down.
All of his lovely young boy body was lying exposed to her with his prick getting harder by the moment. Without hesitating, she seized it and lowering her hungry mouth to it, sucked it into a monstrous size with him writhing until he sat up and threw her down and, splitting her legs wide, looked down at her exposed naked cunt. He could see the pink slit running down between her legs surrounded by soft pubic hair, red, as red as her flaming hair. He looked longingly at the glistening moistness of it and, spreading it wide with his thumbs, he buried his face in it and licked and sucked like the starving child he was.
"Yesssss, dear brother, suck my cunt," she mewled. Sally went wild, lewdly bumping and grinding her buttocks, her hands tangled in his hair. She knew they couldn't, mustn't make a sound or their mother would get out of bed and investigate. It was her nature. But the silence made it all the more exciting.
Allen licked and sucked until she was almost driven insane and struggled to pull his body around until he understood and swung all the way around until he was upside down over her and his cock was over her mouth and she seized it and began sucking. She was so wild and wanton to her young brother that he lost control and began fucking her in the mouth with all his strength while sucking on her throbbing cunt as though there was no tomorrow.
Sally's hands cupped his buttocks and she pulled him down on top of her as he pile drove away, almost burying her head in the bed, shoving his thick long cock so far down her throat he could hear her struggling for breath.
They were both sweating hard as they writhed on the bed. Sally's fingers slipping into the crack in his buttocks and feeling the tiny tight entrance of his puckered rectum. Her fingertips brushed over it and when he responded by fucking still harder, she plunged a finger in, wiggling it around in the soft rubbery inside of his anus.
Allen did the same to her and she quivered and squealed with delight and sucked harder until she felt Allen's body trembling, growing tense, and then with a soulful moan, he came in her mouth as she came with him, the two of them suspended in time, warped by their orgasms like two burnt matchsticks. They struggled to and fro, with Allen finally toppling to one side and rolling on his back, her mouth following him over and not losing him, his cock still pumping load after load of hot white sperm up into her throat as she sucked greedily, swallowing hungrily so as not to lose a drop of the warm, precious liquid. And then, almost as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
They lay still for a long while, neither of them saying a word. "That was fantastic, Sally," Allen finally whispered in her ear.
Sally answered with a low "Mmmmm."
"I've never considered making it with my own sister, but it's really great, you know." Sally smiled and asked, "How many girls have you fucked?"
"Couple," Allen yawned. "Heard about older women like you, but I didn't believe it." He yawned again and closed his eyes. He was falling asleep. Sally smiled wickedly. Let him.
She lay quietly by him until she was sure he was sound asleep then she began playing with his soft, deflated cock, stroking it, pulling the skin back, licking it and sucking it into life. She like doing such a thing, having him asleep and getting aroused without knowing it. She would do this to him on up until dawn.
His cock grew in her hands and she got to her knees and began sucking in earnest, her head bobbing religiously up and down until Allen was aroused enough to wake up and roll her over on her back on the bed and climb on top of her. Everything seemed to be happening in ecstatic slow-motion now and she spread her legs wide while her hands wrapped sweetly around the thick long cock as he moved sleepily, carelessly, so like a young boy. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and he didn't resist.
Slowly, longingly, she rubbed the head of his cock up and down her cunt, tickling it in the softness of her pubic hair. Carefully, her eyes closed in lewd bliss, she guided it to the gently throbbing entrance to her cuntal area and spread her legs as wide as possible.
Although he was still half asleep, Allen was moving, sliding forward, cushioned by her breasts, huge and swollen. The smooth rubbery head slipped slowly in as it had down by the creek, stretching her cunt tight around it until it's pink edges, around the hardened rod of boy flesh looked like wide-stretched, curl-fringed rubber bands.
She was determined not to wince or show any displeasure at the momentary pain. This was her brother fucking her and she was going to enjoy the discomfort. The swelling prick slid in further, well lubricated, spreading the tissue-thin walls of her cunt and sending thrills through her as it thrust deeper still, deeper and deeper! Going on and on, plowing into her until she thought it would never end until it ripped open her very womb.
Then it stopped and started withdrawing. Allen, on top of her, was awake now and fully aware of what he was doing. He withdrew with a calculated cruelness, drawing out to the very head, holding it there for a moment, feeling her moist cuntal mouth pulsating like tiny nibbling lips on the rim of his cock. He held it for a moment, finally pulling out until only the very tip was touching the hotly swollen lips of her cunt.
Sally moaned. "Oh, please, fuck me, fuck me, hard, screw me, fuck me all night long," She murmured, her head lolling slowly from side to side on the pillow, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
Allen tensed his strong young boy body on his elbows and knees, hovering over her. "Eat it!" he whispered.
Sally made a movement to slide down and lick his cock again, but Allen stopped her. "No, not with your mouth, eat it with your pussy," he hissed lewdly in her ear. "Eat it with your pussy, you little bitch."
The idea of her own brother calling her a bitch and meaning it was too much. Combined with the lewd thought of eating his cock with her pussy made Sally go wild. Reaching down with her hands, she spread her thighs as wide as possible, using her fingers to stretch the mouth of her cunt wide open. She screwed her buttocks up, gyrating it lasciviously, feeling the young rubbery head slipping around the soft, reddish, hair-lined lips. It was hard, frustrating work, but somehow all the more exciting as she arched her back more and tried to suck the head in her cunt using only the tiny fluttering muscles of the labia. Stretching it as far as she could and arching her back with all her might, she managed with suction alone to work the head into her cunt, the two of them giving moans of excited pleasure.
She held tight to the head with her muscles, flexing them-relaxing then tightening like a tight bearded mouth sucking him off-as Allen gave little moans of pleasure and his nerves jumped. Now she put her hands under her buttocks, tilting her hips obscenely up. Slowly, using the muscles of her thighs and groin, she began sucking like a woman gone wild at his young lust-hardened cock while he stayed tensed on his elbows and knees above her, moaning with delight.
Slowly, she nibbled the smooth working walls of her cunt up his hard fleshy length, taking more and more of him, breathing hard and sweating now, pausing once to catch her breath and strength and finding herself slipping back down the lubricated hardness of his fifteen year old cock. Now she had to work doubly hard just to make up what she had lost.
Sally tossed and twisted and screwed and undulated, wild with passion, gasping out "Fuck!" and "Cock!" She inched the last remaining bit of Allen's cock deep into her hotly quivering belly.
Above her, Allen suddenly exploded, grasping her in a muffled cry of rage and fucking her savagely, lifting her buttocks clear off the bed then crashing down hard on her.
Sally's mind whirled with pinwheels and fireworks going off everywhere. She clung to him for dear life, to her dear brother. This was no longer her brother! This was no boy, this wasn't even a man! This was a wild young stallion rearing and roaring above her, this was some huge animal so strong, it would fuck her clear down through the squeaking mattress if necessary.
Each time Allen drew out, Sally felt she was falling down an elevator shaft, each time he came crashing down on top of her, she had the breath knocked out of her and the pressure of his body and cock splitting her in two turned to joyous wild pleasure.
She was going to cum and she didn't care who knew it. Her voice rose in a wild sound that ended with her shouting, "I ... I ... I"mmm cu ... cummmmmmming!" And her orgasm engulfed her and she lay limp, her mouth hanging open, her eyes showing white, moaning away as Allen pounded his cock-hard pleasure into her, prolonging her orgasm, sending her a wild, careening ride of lust with each thrust deeper and deeper than the last. "Oh fuck it! Fuck my cunt good!" She moaned.
Two gigantic thrusts and her brother swelled, doubling up then straightening out and collapsing on top of her, dead weight as she felt his cock wildly expanding then contracting and expanding again, hurting her as he pumped his hot, scalding sperm deep, deep, into her ravaged cunt.
They lay helpless for a long while, breathing heavily, calming down until Sally could think, with that old fear again, that perhaps they had made too much noise and had awakened their sleeping mother.
Pushing a listless Allen off of her, she got up and went to the bathroom where she wiped Allen's cum from between the insides of her thighs. Hurrying, she slipped into her robe and sped out to the hallway and stopped before her mother's door.
"Is that you dear?" Mrs. Riley whispered in a throaty voice.
"Yes, Mom. I'm just getting up for a snack. Can you believe I'm hungry after all that food?"
"I'm glad you feel better. When I heard those loud whimpering sounds I was afraid you were in the bathroom throwing up. That happens after over eating you know."
"I heard those noises too. Probably the tree branches scraping against the window." Her words were ill-received. Sally could hear her mother's deep snores overcoming her consciousness and, quietly, Sally closed the door and tiptoed back down the hall to Allen's room.
Sally couldn't believe what was happening to her. Was it really Sally Riley who was heading for her brother's room to let him fuck her yet a third time? It was as if she was possessed. Her spine tingled just thinking of his strong hard body, so ripe and so fresh. Energetic and willing. That's what drove her insane with passion. No time to reason it out, she told herself, inching the door to her brother's bedroom open.
She knew he would be asleep, but that was all right, she grinned wickedly. If he never woke up, that was all right just as long as he could respond. She felt alive, vital; she felt like she could go on all night; go on fucking his beautiful young boy's body until dawn with the added excitement of her mother sleeping next door.
She let herself into his room and took off her robe. He was lying on the bed, deep in sleep, spread-eagle, his wonderfully supple young boy body exposed to her greedy and ravishing view.
Slowly, she began to play with and lick his limp, now boyishly soft cock. Slowly, with growing excitement, she began to suck on it, feeling it swelling in her mouth, so excited by the feeling she began to caress her breasts with her free hand. Excited, her hand trailed down across her stomach and to her cunt where she eagerly wormed in three fingers and began fingering herself with them.
Allen moaned and moved. She sucked harder, nursing his cock back up to rigidity. He flinched and moved, smacking his lips and half opening his eyes. "My God!" he groaned sleepily.
Sally had to stop and put her hand over his mouth, whispering next to his ear. "Mother was awaked just a second ago."
Allen mumbled in his sleep and rubbed his eyes. "I'm sore," he complained, "and my foot hurts."
"But excited, darling brother," she whispered, adding, "hold still. Go to sleep if you like. I'll do everything."
Her brother fell back into deep sleep mumbling something.
Sally grinned and felt his cock. It was still hard. Poor darling, she thought, as she lifted a thigh over his hips and straddled him, poor boy needs his rest. Slowly, like a wet fleshy glove, she slipped her cunt down over his cock, feeling it stretch her wide between her legs once again. She began fucking slowly. There was the whole night ahead of them and she would fuck him all the time. They would go away together in her trailer and live on the road while he played sports night and day. And at night, he would fuck her and she would suck him and perhaps they would have friends, other strong, young athletic boys and she could let them all fuck her anytime.
She ground her soft, yielding buttocks up and down on his cock, feeling still another orgasm growing, feeling his prick thicken in his sleep, knowing that she would fuck him right through the dawn, that when the sky grew grey then rosy outside, she would be sucking on his cock for all she was worth, for this, making animal love, with a young boy-her brother-was the most exciting thing in the world. For her twenty-six years she had never known that such a thrill existed. She'd made love to doctors, interns and orderlies, but never, never had she felt so completely filled and happy from just one night of love making with this young boy who lay snoring beside her.
He would help her fix up her trailer and then she would have a private spot for their incestuous love making.
CHAPTER THREE
"Sally, it's for you!" Mrs. Riley called enthusiastically from the kitchen. She waited.
No response.
The phone cord hung dangling from the kitchen wall, bobbing and jerking wildly on its long curled cord, knocking against the wall in dull rhythmic thuds.
"Sally," called Mrs. Riley frantically, pushing open the door to her daughter's bedroom where the redhead lay sleeping peacefully, a broad smile on her face. "Hate to wake you up, sweetheart," she said, shaking her daughter's alabaster milk white shoulders, "but it's Ed Abrams calling. Says he's got your medical trailer down at the garage. Just came in this morning."
"Great...." murmured Sally, sleepily, her eyelids drooping lazily. "Tell him I'll call him back in an hour or two." She yawned, "Want to get some sleep...." her voice trailed off into incoherent mutterings.
Poor dear, thought her mother. All this excitement is tiring her out. "Okay, I'll tell him," she said, backing off, and closing the door securely behind her. Wonder what's gotten into those two kids today, she thought to herself. Allen nearly missed his football practice this morning and when he finally did get up he complained of being sore. And now Sally! Sleeping in the nude? So unlike her.
She picked up the dangling receiver. "Can I take a message? Pick it up some time today? Great. Yes, I'm proud of her, too. Thank you, Mr. Abrams. Bye." Click.
Later that afternoon, Sally's new, but slightly used, silver trailer was pulled into the Riley's driveway by Ed Abrams' semi-truck. It stood there, rounded and silver, two little windows on either side of the mobile home.
"Nice one ya' got there, Sally. Smells a little musty, but a little elbow grease should take care of that." He nudged Allen with his pointed elbow. "Let your little brother here take care of the work." Ed smiled broadly.
Sally pulled her sweater tighter around her shivering body. Autumn was approaching, she reminded herself, and she had only one week to get her trailer fixed up, complete with sleeping quarters, sink and stove. The redhead smiled to herself. Yes, Allen would help her, in more ways than one. She folded her arms across her chest, hunched her shoulders, but her teeth still chattered in the north winds, calling, 'autumn is here' with each swirl of the lazy circling leaves that scattered across the yard.
* * *
With the sun shining through the tiny portholes of her new home, Sally sat joyously in her trailer, a dust cloth in her hand. She and Allen had decided to make a game of it.
Allen bolted a mirror to the wall next to the commode. "Just long enough," Sally had said. And then they bolted the door and they fucked all night, Sally getting Allen to stand in front of her mirror to watch her while she sucked his cock and watched herself as he came in her mouth, deliberately allowing some of the warm white liquid to dribble out her lips and down her chin so that it would excite him more.
It was a glorious week for both of them. After their mother went to sleep at night, Allen would sneak into his sister's room and they would make love. They fucked in their mother's bed and in the living room.
Once one of Sally's old boyfriends from high school called and asked her for a date, hearing that "she had finally made it out of this boring small town," and he wanted to see if she'd changed any. Just for laughs, Sally consented, and the next day told her brother all about how they had parked in Uncle Ralph's cow yard and made love in the back seat of his 1963 Chevy convertible. "But it was no fun," she told her brother, "because he was all flab and gullet, just like a fat old man." And worse still, "he came before I even had a chance to suck his cock, and then it was limp in two seconds."
Never once did the mature redheaded nurse give any serious thought to the strange and bewildering habits she was beginning to acquire. Once when she drove into town to pick up some pipe fittings for her sink, a little thirteen year old boy with freckles splashed across his perky nose nearly ran over her on his bicycle. He'd stopped to politely apologize and suddenly, as if inspired by a flash of lightning, so fast was her response, a mad, crazy urge came over her to pull down his Levis and take his young stubby little cock into her mouth and suck it dry.
Even her young little boy cousins were beginning to take on new relations to her. Aunt Clara called and asked if Sally could "please, please come and look at Bobbie's stomach. He's been complaining of tummy aches all night." With the conviction of Florence Nightingale, Sally was in the car and on her way to her uncle's farm, stethoscope in hand. "Which side does it hurt on?" she demanded of the eleven year old boy. "Okay, pull down your jammies," she instructed with an authoritative air. Her gentle hands poked and probed at his tummy, asking, "Does it hurt when I push or when I let go?"
"And what about down here?" Her long slender fingers slithered there way down between his warm trembling legs, down to his tiny hickory nut testicles and stubby little prick. The physical examination was lengthy and thorough and, with the parents bobbing their heads in the slightly ajar door every few minutes, she'd gotten up to slam it shut, saying she could not work with people standing around. They smiled at one another and nodded, saying, "She's a nurse and she knows what she's doing." They trusted her with their little Bobbie.
Allen proved to be a great help in the reconstruction of the trailer and it gave them endless opportunities to play. Sally would be scrubbing her floors wearing only a flimsy nightgown; or her robe hanging open with her large melon shaped breasts in plain view. He would pretend he was the plumber and he would come into the trailer against Sally's wishes and he would strip her naked and fuck her on the single bed mattress.
Sally would walk around her trailer naked until Allen chased her and fucked her wherever he found her. He talked smutty to her, calling her bitch and whore while she played nurse with him, giving him a thorough physical examination, probing her middle finger deep into his anus until his cum spurted onto the trailer walls, dripping off in long slow salacious movements-like honey from a spoon. She let him take pictures of her with her Polaroid in obscene poses, wearing her nurse's uniform, unbuttoning the front 'til her huge swollen breasts spilled out the middle. Sally urged him to keep them and show them to his friends.
Lying naked on the floor and caressing one another, Allen promised that when he went back to school next week he would get some guys together and they would all come to her trailer and fuck her. "No," she resisted. "I can't do that! It's only your young little cock I want," she'd teased.
They went to Uncle Ralph's apple orchard and picked harvest apples. Sally stripped utterly naked and uncaring while her brother fucked her on the ground, just yards away from the farm house. She had stripped naked and Sally sat up next to him, playing with his cock while his fingers found her cunt; then naked and in plain view of their aunt and uncle-had they elected to peer out the window at that very moment-she straddled him and fucked away, hoping that little Bobbie would see them.
At home one evening, they took the portable television set from the kitchen and carried it out to the trailer. There, Sally laughed and giggled, changing the channels while her brother fucked her. Then he got off her and sat down while Sally, still sprawled naked, switched the dial. It proved to be an old Marilyn Monroe movie, and Sally, her long red hair spilling over the mattress, pretended she was a blonde. She lay with her legs spread wide apart and grinned lewdly at Allen who saw what she wanted and began licking her cunt while she watched television. Sally became excited and started playing the movie role of the "Misfit." Finally, so aroused and panting so hard that she thought her lungs would burst, she laid back and clutched her young brother by the ears as she screamed again and plunged into an orgasm.
After that it became an afternoon ritual while the noon to four-thirty soap opera stars poured out their hearts and Sally poured out the love juices from her well-used cunt.
"What on earth are you doing to that trailer?" their mother chided one evening over beef stew and dumplings. "You two have been holed up in that trailer of yours all week!" Sally and Allen shot knowing looks across the dinner table and giggled.
"More mashed potatoes, please," said Allen, changing the subject, knowing he would burst out in wild gales of laughter if Mrs. Riley pursued her curious probings.
"Almost ready for the road, Mom," said Sally with a broad smile dimpling her peaches and cream cheeks.
But the week was drawing to a quick close as it neared time for Sally to start her new job as travelling nurse to rural one-room school houses. With her trailer well equipped with daisy print curtains, a single bed, a sink, stove-small and portable-and even a commode, Sally knew it was time to wrap up her family affairs. It wasn't going to be easy leaving her brother just when their relationship was reaching the level of excitement it had assumed in the last three weeks, but it was her job to travel, she reminded herself.
Sally was full of manic energy that week, tearing through the days and waiting for the nights when she would sneak into her brother's bedroom and they would fuck until daybreak. Stealthily, she would sneak back to her own bedroom and sleep well past noon each day. Mrs. Riley's concern was growing over her daughter's health and each afternoon her mother set a handful of vitamins at the girl's lunch plate, next to her glass of milk.
As for Allen, it was not without remorse that he put the final touch on his sister's trailer-an abstract painting he'd done of himself on the wall. So abstract was it, that Mrs. Riley merely grunted at the unveiling, saying, "Guess I've never been the artistic type."
"Did that just for Sally," said the fifteen year old proudly, stepping back two paces and crossing his arms across his chest to admire his masterpiece.
"What, what is it?" asked Sally with bewilderment, hating to ask the inevitable knowing how rash an artist's temperament can be when insulted or questioned about his work.
"It's a self-portrait," he answered with a bob of his curly head. "Of me."
"Oh," answered the redheaded nurse. Later that evening, with Mrs. Riley safely tucked under the warmth of her nine-patch quilt, a birthday gift from Aunt Clara, and an empty wine glass on her nightstand next to the family photograph taken three years ago before her husband's unexpected death, the siblings snuck out to Sally's trailer.
"Whew, it's cold in here," muttered Sally between chattering teeth. "Plug in the space heater. Hurreeee," she said, shaking her shoulders against the draft that wafted through the partially opened window. She huddled on the mattress, lifting her long fleecy peach robe to let the red glowing bar of the heater warm her legs, "char them if that's what it took."
"I have a special prize for you," announced the merry-eyed fifteen year old. "It's something I got just for your job. Think it will come in handy."
He nudged her down on the cold mattress. In seconds they were both naked, lying side by side, brother and sister. Allen had kicked his Levis over the edge of the bed, and squirmed up tight against his sister's nakedness, his hairy young pelvis cozily ground against Sally's soft, curling red pubic hair. Parting her soft thighs with his hand, he let his hard cock nestle between her warm legs, the swollen tip just barely touching the warm, fleshy lips of her moistly throbbing cuntal slit.
"What's this? A surprise? Let me see!"
"Not yet...."
Sally shrank away from him as she felt his stiffened young cock hard and pulsating probing hopefully at her unprotected cuntal passage.
"Please, Allen, I don't think I can take much more. All day yesterday, all day today ... I feel like I've just screwed half of Minnesota. It would kill me to have you fucking around up in me now."
Allen backed his probing hard prick away from her tender, ravaged cunt, and lowered his lips to her ripely bulging mounds, sucking her hard nipple between his teeth. As his tongue teasingly rolled the hardened bud around in his mouth, he felt a shuddering chill race through her naked body from her firm swelling breasts down to her curled-under toes.
"Christ, you have beautiful breasts, sis." He whistled merrily through his puckered mouth and then licked his lips. "Even Dottie Arrenson's only thirty-five inches and she's the most stacked chick in school."
Sally answered with a pleasureful moan. "Don't worry about a thing. This is where my present is going to come in handy. It's a little gadget I found in the coach's locker. He sent me back to the locker rooms with a master key and told me to get his stopwatch to time our runs at football practice. That's when I found it."
Sally's lips were trembling as he continued to nibble deliciously on her hotly pulsating nipples. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"You'll see ... you'll see, Sally," he replied softly, slipping his hand between her soft, yielding thighs and caressing the moist pink flanges of her well-fucked cunt lips. Without hesitation, her legs parted wide as his fingers made electric contact with the sensitive, fleshy mound. He parted the fleecy damp down and found the shivering, delicate bud of her clitoris, hidden deep between the warm soft walls of her cunt.
He felt her whole body shudder as his thumb and forefinger clasped the tiny jewel and twisted it gently, rolling the sensitive flesh back and forth as it quickly hardened under his touch. Already she was moaning incessantly, and he knew if he continued ... but he didn't.
"Easy now baby ... don't be so eager. I just told you I had something special for you. Hold tight a minute and you won't regret it....
I promise you."
"Uh-uh ... just hurry, please hurry, please, please ... hurry." His lingering caresses were beginning to stir her trembling thighs.
"It's right here in my jacket pocket." He fumbled in the bottom pocket of his winter jacket, leaving her for the moment alone where she lay on the mattress in front of the glowing red heater. Her legs pumped slowly and rhythmically, first one, then the other, in an easy steady pedaling motion as she lay sprawled nude in the glowing yellow-orange of the heater. "Hurry, Allen, hurry ... hurry back."
In a second he found what he was searching for and dropped his jacket on the floor. Sally didn't look up as he settled back cozily alongside her, his rigid young cock lightly brushing her belly as she lay on her back on the soft patchwork quilt her mother had made especially for her new bed in her little mobile home.
"This might be a little strange ... I don't know ... or maybe you're used to them, but I've never used one on a chick before. Mark had to tell me what it was-he's a senior this fall," he said innocently, as though not quite confident of his sexual knowledge. "Anyway, let's just try it, okay?"
Sally nodded. "Okay ... but don't be rough, please ... I'm still sore from when you fucked me behind the refrigerator door this afternoon before lunch."
Her smooth thighs parted like silk as his hand eased back into her warm moist furrow, and he felt her shiver again as his fingers touched the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
He looked down at her, reveling in the sight of her magnificent melon shaped breasts, heaving with the deep sighs of her sexual arousal. She looked even more beautiful than ever, with her long red wavy hair spilling over the sides of the bed, over her breasts and onto his arm cradling her voluptuous form. Her skin looked soft and warm in the delicate glow of the space heater, her breasts rising like two round peaks, capped with the jewel-like tips of her pink nipples.
His middle finger slipped for a moment into the wetness of her warm, tender pussy walls; and thus moistened with her own juices, he explored the deep fleshy ridges of her open cuntal crevice, teasingly prodding the throbbing bulb of her clitoris as her legs opened wide with eagerness.
With his other hand, he picked up the long tubular object from beside him on the floor. It was guaranteed by his friend, Mark, to get any girl so excited she'd have to beg for him to fuck her. Mark had also told him that the head coach and the women's physical education teacher had been making it in the boiler room during fifth hour study hall and that's why it was in his locker. Hope to Christ he doesn't know who took it, thought Allen.
With two fingers he parted the moist, soft lips of her warm inviting young pussy slit, and opened up the tempting bud of her clitoris, rising penis-like from the fleshy crevice, and pulsing with anticipation.
He stroked the hardened bud of flesh a few more times, then turned a switch on the bottom of the plastic device and touched it quickly to her sensitive clit, thinking, I do hope this works.
A spasm of excitement convulsed through Sally's naked body as the vibrating contrivance stung her unprotected flesh like a hornet.
"Hey! What are you doing to me?" she laughed, sitting up with a start, but Allen pushed her gently but firmly back onto the warmth of the quilt.
"Sh-h-h ... not so loud, you'll wake up mother," he whispered reassuringly in her ear. "I've only got one of these and if Mom sees what it's doing to you, she might want one herself," he laughed. "Now just relax."
He tenderly stroked her glowing red hair from her eyes, and closed her quivering eyelids. Almost as an afterthought, he gave her a quick wet kiss on the jutting peak of her right breast.
"Keep your eyes closed," he murmured in her ear. "Imagine you've found yourself a cute little eleven year old boy for the night. Think about his stubby little prick parting the walls of your pussy ... Think about that little prick that grows and grows, inch by inch until it's buried way up in the sweet little belly of yours."
She tried to relax, but the anticipation was more than she could stand; she trembled like a frightened child as she heard him switch on the vibrator.
But this time she didn't fight it-only a quick chill of a shiver as the buzzing tip of the instrument made contact with her sensitive naked flesh. With the apprehension out of the way, she slowly began to realize that it was one of the most exciting sensations she'd ever felt in her twenty-six years. First just the palpitating nipple of her clitoris; but then, the weird prickling sensation began to spread. Like a brush fire, the tingling excitement had spread to all of her quaking loins, and she found herself drawn to the fantastic magic machine like skin to dry ice. Her hips arched off the bed, clinging to the pleasure-giving artificial cock, her legs spread wide as she opened up all of her wetly quivering cunt to her brother and his surprise.
"Oh ... OH, Yes! That's nice, really nice!"
Thank God she's getting off on this, thought Allen to himself. I'd have been awfully embarrassed if she hadn't.
"Like it, sis?" he teased, twirling the cock shaped vibrator in his hand.
"Oh, God, Allen. It's ... it's in ... incredible," she hissed through passion-clenched teeth.
Fists tightly clenched, she pounded frantically on the bed, her back arched sharply as she ground her loins toward the delicious hum of the penis-shaped vibrator.
"Oh, oh, Allen, please ... don't stop!" she cried.
Allen delighted in seeing her this way; she was completely out of control, not that that was unusual for his sister whose sexual appetite was borderline nymphomania. He loved to watch her large breasts jiggle with the movement of her writhing body and her hips lift off the bed, fucking the vibrator an inch into her openly seeping cunt. God, thought the young boy, if I shut off the vibrator I think she'd rape me! He couldn't hold back a wide grin as he looked at her, humped high off the mattress, her arms flailing the deep pile of the heavy quilt on either side of her trembling body. Already he could see her warmly responding cuntal juices flowing down over his hand, and he could almost feel the surging heat building inside her body. It would only be a few seconds now, he guessed....
As her voluptuous body began to quake steadily, in a hard grinding rhythm, he shoved his finger into the tightly puckered opening of her anus. He could tell it had never been fucked before by a cock by the tightness of its elastic ring of soft warm flesh.
Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her feet and she shoved her naked cunt as far as she could against the vibrating shaft, rivulets of sweat pouring down her legs and trickling from her thighs. "Oh, God, yes ... Don't stop now! My pussy's going to cum! It's going to cum!"
As the words left her parched lips, her hips snapped upward and Allen could feel the soft, fleshy walls of her pussy open wide, clutching, grasping for something ... anything to fill the burning need deep inside her. At that precise instant she began to moan loudly from the welling, overpowering orgasm rocking her naked body, he fucked another stiffened finger into her rectum, spreading the taut, rubbery little hole wide.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh ... Aaaagggggghh!"
He held the buzzing shaft to her incredibly sensitive clitoris not giving her even a chance to catch her breath.
"Oh, fuck it with your cock now, please fuck it!"
Grinning broadly at her pleasure, he climbed on top of her and rammed his thick, rigid young cock into the tender ravaged depths of her warmly clasping cunt, slipping through smoothly with no resistance, until his pelvis smacked hard against her wet hungry cunt hairs.
"Yes, Allen, please fuck it with your big hard cock! It feels so gooood!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Now just be careful you don't turn too sharply, otherwise it might jackknife on you. Slow, just a bit to the right. No ... no ... not too sharp," Uncle Ralph called loudly to his niece, at the same time motioning with his right hand like a traffic cop.
"All you need is a badge and whistle and you've got a job," laughed Allen beside his uncle as he watched his sister at her first lesson in driving a car with a trailer behind.
Moments later, The car and trailer drove down the highway at a moderate speed while cars behind her honked impatiently. Sally was being extra careful for this was her first initial lesson at driving such a big thing and she was scared to death. Just getting the trailer out of the driveway was bad enough, but the highway was a different ball of wax entirely. But with her Uncle Ralph's gentle coaxing, her confidence was on the rise.
A shiver of excitement raced up and down the redhead's spine. This was going to be her big chance to prove herself and secretly she wondered if she was equal to the task. It would mean sleeping alone at night-often in the wilderness of Minnesota's farm country-and hard, hard work. But the humanitarian blood in her veins convinced her it was the right thing to do. Ever since childhood she'd dreamed of becoming a nurse, dressed in white, administering shots and pills to the sick and weary. Now was her chance and no matter what it took, she thought to herself as she veered to the right to allow a semi-truck passage, I'm going to master this damn thing!
As much as she hated to leave her lonely, dependent mother, not to mention her brother for whom her feelings of endearment were still mingled with the strange unearthly thrill of incest, Sally would be relieved to be on the job at last. With a wide turn, she followed the arrow on the freeway, pointing back to her point of origin. "Whew," she sighed heavily, turning on the car radio, "just a few more miles of practice and I'll be ready for tomorrow morning-seven a.m." She moaned.
Early the next morning as the sky turned bright and then brighter, Sally tiptoed down the hall to her own bedroom and, with a deep yawn, pulled the heavy quilt over her body, still warm and trembling from Allen's touch. But she could not sleep, no matter how many blessings she counted. Sally's mind raced with last minute preparations, making mental notes of last minute decisions-yes, she would take the blue cardigan in addition to the green. And the pencil sharpener-that was one of those things that seemed inconsequential, but when needed ... and coffee filters.
Breakfast that morning was a silent affair, with Mrs. Riley choking down her bacon and eggs, dipping her toast in her steaming black coffee and watching it dissolve, and Allen picking at his hash browns. Nor was Sally particularly gregarious. The moment was at hand.
"If there's anything you need," Mrs. Riley hugged her daughter tight to her heaving chest, "please call ... collect. And don't forget to write." Another tight squeeze. "Your father would have been so proud of you." This time a choking hug that threatened Sally's breath.
"Come on, Mom, I'm not going around the world, only the state, and it's not that big," she said with laughter, all the while holding back the tears welling in her eyes, slowing ascending from her tight chest.
Then she turned to Allen, standing beside his mother, his hands thrust deeply into his Levi's pockets making his shoulders look even more broad as he shivered against the early morning autumn winds. "Allen," she sniffed, "I'm really going to miss you." Sally reached out to draw her brother close in a platonic embrace. "Take good care of Dottie for me," she teased. Pulling him closer, she raised herself on tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Don't forget, I have that photograph of you fucking me in the trailer. I'll keep it in my lingerie drawer and look at it when I fuck my pussy with your present."
Moments later, the autumn breezes, cool and softly insistent, wafted through the partially opened window of Sally Riley's red station wagon. Sally wiped a tear from her eye and, with three full hours of experience behind her, she expertly backed the trailer out of the family driveway and headed toward Pine County where she would spend the day meeting the children and teachers of her assigned rural schools.
Whoosh. She passed by a hitchhiker, his back pack and sleeping bag stationed beside him at the entrance to the freeway. For a split second she considered pulling over to the side and giving the weary-looking creature a ride. He looked like a free spirit-rather like Allen, she thought with alarm. "Allen," she mouthed the words mindlessly.
Time passed by so quickly back home I really didn't have a moment to think about what being away from Allen would mean, she thought to herself, pulling over to the slow lane to allow the angry driver in the MG convertible behind her to pass. It was a summer time affair, she promised herself, adjusting the volume of the static-y rock station as the red station wagon and silver trailer winded its way through a dense glen of pine trees.
She checked her watch. Eight o'clock. Let's see, she thought, her perky nose contorted with the expression of reason, if I get to Brookside at ten o'clock. Hey, what a stroke of luck! That's the only stop I have to make today, she noticed, checking her agenda. Good, that will give me time to find a place to park this contraption for the night.
"Welcome to Pine County," greeted a rectangular sign as the silver and red streak whizzed by the last turn off for County Trunk L. Can't be too far from here, she reasoned with a smile.
Brookside School was just as Sally had pictured it: a small one-room country school made of red brick, a cupola atop the pitched roof with a heavy iron bell that was now chiming the beginning of morning recess. Nestled in a glen of oak trees, the front yard of the school sported a combination softball-football field, slightly sloping where the trampled grass met the iron mesh fence of the adjoining farmer's land. It was picturesque in its primal innocence, reminding Sally of her own rural upbringing.
The bell rang a second time and out of the door burst a mass of screaming young flesh, a flash of color as they spewed from the school house. A chorus of yelps and laughter galloped for the playfield where sides were being chosen for the day's softball game.
Oh, what luck! thought Sally pulling into the gravel driveway in the backyard of the school where the merry-go-round and tether ball lay neglected, now I'll have a chance to meet the teacher and get my slide projector set up for the introductory course in hygiene. She smiled broadly to herself and turned off the car engine. Checking her appearance in the rearview mirror, she tucked a wisp of red hair back into the waves of her tightly-drawn bun and applied a second layer of red lipstick. Two thumbs adjusted her perky white collar, making the lapels of the deeply cut nurse's uniform stick up proudly over the navy blue sweater, tickling the back of her bare neck.
"How could I forget?" she berated herself, and opened her glove compartment to pull out a tiny gold box to draw out her nurse's pin. Worked hard for this, she beamed, and now it's mine to wear. She tacked it over her left breast. With an air of dignity and pride, she reached in the back seat to gather up her attache case-the slide projector could wait til later-and slid smoothly over the red plastic car seat, to her feet, checking over her shoulder to make sure the friction on her nylon stockings and nurse's uniform did not create electricity. Nothing more embarrassing than having your dress sticking to your legs, she mused to herself, straightening her dress with little tugs at the skirt.
"Hello? I'm Sally Riley, your visiting health nurse," Sally extended her slender hand for a hearty handshake from the fifty-ish, graying school marm.
"Yes, I've been expecting you," said the woman with a frosty voice as she eyed Sally's trim figure over the top of her bifocals that made her eyes look bulging and far out of proportion to the rest of her withered face. "Please, have a seat."
Sally pulled up a wooden chair with arms, but no cushion, and nervously ran her tapered fingers over the arm of the graffiti-carved wood, her fingers tracing the letters fuck with mindless abandon.
"I'm glad you're here," announced the aging woman with an air of confidence. "We've been having some problems lately with hygiene. You have to understand where these children come from...." The large-bosomed woman leaned forward on her oak desk, staring at Sally with her large droopy eyelids. "These children were raised on farms and some of them have to get up at five o'clock in the morning and do chores before they come to school. Some of their mothers work and they just don't have time to teach their children to wash themselves."
Sally merely nodded in affirmation, playing nervously with the top button of her uniform, the one that always slipped through the buttonhole as if it had a mind of its own. She listened intently, her ears perked for any hint as to how to reach these deprived children, of how to teach them to be proud of their bodies and take care of their appearance. And who would know better than the teacher who'd watched them progress from first grade to eighth, watching them blossom from shy little girls and boys to pubescent teenagers.
"We've also been having troubles with some of the older boys ... one in particular by the name of Joe ... precocious for his age," stammered the rural school teacher as if searching for a better definition. "He ... he's mature, shall we say?" Mrs. Olson continued with a slow nod of her graying head. "I'm sure you'll have no trouble picking him out."
"Now if you'll excuse me," announced the plump, top-heavy woman, simultaneously glancing up at the ominous wall clock behind her and scraping her chair over the bare wood of the oak floor. "I have to bring the children in from recess."
A loud chime of the iron bell rumbled over the silent countryside and thirty-five shaggy-haired and knee-patched youngsters screamed their last base position, marking it for the next precious recess, and galloped up the wooden steps, filing up at the water fountain for a fast sip before scurrying to their seats.
Such order, thought Sally. I only hope that I'll be able to do as much for them as Mrs. Olson has.
"Okay, children ... Joe, put down that rubber band!" Mrs. Olson stood before the squirming, wriggling children, her arms crossed in front of her, adding to the visual weight of her porteous frame. "I would like all of you to meet Miss Riley...." The school teacher smiled broadly at Sally as if to put her at ease. All thirty-five heads turned, their small, beady eyes glued on the pretty visiting health nurse sitting quietly in the back of the room, her hands folded in her lap as if in prayer. Suddenly a whistle cut the silence of the room and someone tittered.
"Children!" came the sharp reprimanding voice of Mrs. Olson, and then in a calmer, more self-assured voice, "Miss Riley is going to show some film strips today. We are going to learn how to be clean little girls and boys," the woman smiled, scanning the small room that was now becoming stuffy from the sweet smell of youthful perspiration. She walked over to open the window a crack, feigning a stifled cough, a momentary frown on her face.
"Miss Riley, is there anything you need any help with?"
"Ah, yes," said Sally stiffly. "I need my slide projector from the car."
"Actually," announced the school teacher, "Miss Riley, why don't you come up here and take over. Introduce yourself to the children and tell them what your job is, what they can learn from you."
With slow, measured steps, Sally rose from her seat and walked between the narrow aisles separating the children from one another like rows of corn. Half way up the middle aisle she heard a muffled wolf whistle, and despite her position of authority she said nothing and glanced down at the tall boy whose long arm had slipped its way up her calf as she brushed by. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the softness of his young, inexperienced touch, but its soft caress lingered until she stood at the front of the large room.
Turning, she had no trouble eyeing her aggressor. Just as she had suspected, it was Joe. For a brief second, her eyes studied the tall, handsome boy who stood out conspicuously from the rest of the children. His sandy blonde hair, hanging in sweaty ringlets over his tanned forehead, his freckled face, his bright blue eyes and high, high cheekbones. There was a look of the rugged about him, but at the same time an astonishing air of worldliness and imminent sophistication. One of those children for whom aggression was a merit instead of a hindrance.
Sally searched for the words. "As your school teacher told you, my name is Sally ... Miss Riley," she corrected herself with a nod of her head. "It is my job to travel around the countryside of Minnesota to help boys and girls learn about hygiene and cleanliness." Suddenly her voice became more husky. "Now it is a state law that all children attending school must have a physical examination by their family doctor just to make certain they have no communicable diseases. How...."
She was interrupted by Mrs. Olson. "Who knows what communicable means?" The teacher seized the moment to teach a new word to her bewildered looking students.
Two hands shot up. "Sapphire...." Mrs. Olson pointed to a tall, prim looking girl with pigtails and a freshly starched gingham dress.
"It means to spread," she said with a smile of satisfaction, then turned her head to snarl at the scoundrel boy in back of her who refused to give up his tight grip on her left pigtail.
"Very good. Sorry, Miss Riley, but we must take advantage of an adult vocabulary, you understand." She winked at Sally.
"Of course." Sally's attention turned once more to her task. "How many of you have had such an examination by your doctor?" Only a few hands rose. "Oh dear," sighed Sally, "then I must put that on my-list. I will have to come back later in the day when it is convenient, so as not to interrupt your studies and give you all a quick checkup." Her last sentence was met with a gale of cheers from the row in the back. "It's not going to hurt. I'll just have to take your pulse, your heart beat and give you a quick eye test."
"You gonna take off our shirt and pants?" Sally blushed crimson, as if her face was reflecting the color of her bright red hair. It was Joe's voice.
"Only your shirt." Sally bit her bottom lip, wishing she hadn't been so hasty in her reply. She'd had next to no experience with youngsters and the discipline problems involved, and she vowed that the next question would not throw her off as that one had.
"Right now, we are going to watch a short filmstrip on hygiene for boys and girls."
Mrs. Olson stepped forward a few feet. "Is there anything we can help you with, Miss Riley?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I need a hand in getting the slide projector from the car."
"Fine," said the teacher flatly. "Albert will draw the shades, Sharon will turn the maps backwards-that's our improvised screen," laughed Mrs. Olson and then in an aside, "they couldn't find room for supplies on this year's cut budget. And, Joe will help you with the projector."
Joe was on his feet, following Sally out the door.
"So this is where you're going to give us our check ups?" The tall boy's nose flattened against the tiny porthole of the traveling doctor's office and it was then that Sally realized the boy was nearly as tall as herself.
"How old are you, Joe?"
"Eleven."
"You're kidding! Just the age of my cousin, Bobbie." Sally thought back on Mrs. Olson's warning and chuckled to herself. Certainly not sexual problems at the tender age of eleven!
Reaching over the back of the front seat, Sally snapped the door lock up. It was a difficult stretch and she had to brace one knee on the seat to give her an added length. Her short white uniform now half-way up her well-formed thighs, her entire backside lay vulnerable.
"Ahhhh!" Sally's spine stiffened as she felt a hand run up her panty-hosed leg to the warm vee of her thighs. She turned just in time to catch Joe's hand securely between her thighs with a quick pivot of her body. Quickly, it slid out as fast as it slipped in.
"Joe!" the young nurse blurted. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Ah, come on. Don't tell me that with tits like that you ain't never had nobody run their hand up your leg to your pussy."
Sally stared down unbelieving. If Mrs. Olson had not told her, she would have guessed Joe to be at least sixteen. He had the look of an experienced freshman in high school. But try as she may, she couldn't get angry. A smile replaced the frown.
"Come on. We have to get back in there. Here, you take this," she said, handing him the heavy slide projector, "and I'll take the film."
"Don't you think you'd better button up your dress?" the boy laughed, pointing to her uniform.
With a look of mortification, Sally's face turned bright red as she stared down at the open button of her uniform. Had it been like that all the while I was standing before those children? she wondered silently.
"You got some of the biggest tits I ever seen."
"Joe!" Precocious isn't the word for it, thought Sally.
Side by side they walked up the gray painted steps to find the room completely set up for the first lesson in hygiene: shades drawn, maps hanging loosely over the blackboard and a chair set up next to a small collapsible table in the back.
"Who would like to read?" asked Mrs. Olson when all the children were finally in their chairs.
A few hands shot up.
"How about Joe?" suggested Sally. "I think he needs a lesson in hygiene," she laughed in low tones, opening the film can.
"Okay," answered Joe, "but only if I can sit next to Miss Riley." His blue eyes looked so hopeful that Mrs. Olsen consented. "But mind your manners, Joey."
He nestled in close to Sally, making sure that his chair rubbed against the side of hers.
The children seemed to enjoy the film, laughing at the cartoon characters who danced and bounced like puppets.
"Brushing your teeth in the morning is as impor...." Sally's slide lecture following each important part was cut short by the touch of a small hand slithering up her knee length uniform to the warmth of her inner thigh. It lingered there, forcing its way between her tightly clenched legs before it began its search for the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. Sally was nearly out of control at the lewd thought of this eleven year old boy touching her so obscenely, and in a school house, she reminded herself. She knew she should slap his hand and get someone else to read the film but his expertly wiggling fingers were changing her mind. Uncrossing her legs, she slipped her chair forward until the arms of it were touching the desk. His whole hand was now inside her panties, groping for the bud of her clitoris.
No, she told herself, this just can't be! An eleven year old boy driving me out of my mind? But his fingers, now poking, prodding, trying to find the entrance to her wetly moist cunt was driving her insane with lust! She wanted to throw him down on the floor and unzip his pants, take his growing little stub of a cock into her mouth and driving him as mad with lust as she was now. Sally wiggled in her seat. Her forehead felt clammy and her arms went weak as she turned the knob of the projector for the next slide.
His fingers slipped into her cunt now, at the same time playing with the growing bud of her throbbing clitoris. It was then she noticed there were only three frames left on the film.
Beside her, Joe read loud and clear, never once turning to look at the pretty, large-breasted nurse who was squirming nervously in her chair.
"Well," she finally managed to stammer after the end of the film, "that's all for today." The lights flicked on and Joe's cunt-moistened little hand slipped out from under her skirt. Sally swallowed hard, trying to regain her lost composure. "Perhaps next week I can come back and show you another." The students cheered while Sally sat trembling behind them, dizzy with lustful desires.
Minutes later, with the students still chatting and laughing, Sally stood at the door of the school making final arrangements with Mrs. Olson for coming back later in the day to give physical examinations to the unfortunate children who could not afford to see regular doctors. "It's something we all have to face," said Mrs. Olson, "this is a poverty area, you know."
"I'll be back at three o'clock then," offered Sally, "and if necessary we can continue with them until after four."
The red and silver mobile unit backed out of the driveway and headed toward the woods of the rural Minnesota countryside in search of a private glen. Two miles up the road she turned off onto a dirt road that looked like the entrance to a field, far off the main stretch. The motor turned off, she removed the keys from the ignition and, finding the appropriate one, slid it into the padlock securing her trailer. Opening the door, she thrilled at the tidy sight of her trailer. It had taken a lot of work, but everything was in its proper place. She lit the butane stove and poured some water into a pan for instant coffee. With slow gestures, she reached for the jar of mayonnaise for her bologna sandwich that her mother had made that morning for her lunch.
Sally was all settled under a tree, her picnic lunch in hand. One big bite chomped out of her sandwich, she found it tasteless. Just not hungry, she told herself and lay down on her back for a short siesta. Slowly, she closed her eyes, the shimmering sumlight sparkling through the overhead trees, creating exotic shadows that played over her face. A short nap will do me good, she thought wearily, stretching her arms over her head. But when she closed her eyes all she could see was eleven year old Joe's face-those bright, beaming, hungry eyes that smiled at her fearlessly. What was it he had said? Something about tits like those ... children, she reasoned, just a childish comment. Probably didn't even know what he was saying? Or did he?
She remembered how his hand had slipped so effortlessly under her dress and touched her warm inner thighs. Precocious is not the word for it, laughed Sally to herself. He really seems like a twenty year old kid who's flunked sixth grade for the last nine years.
Laying on the grass, Sally could feel the heat of his young touch still on her body. Her fingers moved instinctively up under her skirt toward her panties, then inside through the snug elastic waistband of her panty hose to course down through her red curling pubic hair. One finger found the swollen lips of her itching and burning cunt, making a tiny, titillating little circle all around their hypersensitive outer edges. That's it, she thought in ecstasy, that's how he made me feel, that little sweetheart. She bit down hard on her sultry, pouting, lower lip, and began to move her fingers around faster under her panties. This was altogether too much and she thought she would go out of her mind, unable to deny herself any longer. First it had been his hand trailing blazes up her leg when she'd walked to the front of the room, then that comment and assault on her loins in the car, and finally his finger-fucking, teasing little appendages on her clitoris during the film. It had been nearly impossible to talk with his probing fingers playing with her seeping pussy, but what an impossible situation it would have been to have given in to his caresses.
She closed her eyes tightly, imagining what his cock looked like. And his testicles, too. Were they small and hickory nut sized, or were they prematurely big and hanging loosely from his cock.
Hearing a sudden noise behind her, she rolled over on her side, not removing her fingers that played deliciously with her softly curling pubic hair, to see two dogs chasing each other in wide circles around the hay field. One finally caught up with the other and, with a loud yelp, mounted the protesting female, and began humping her wildly. God, it's everywhere, thought Sally with a wide grin. Guess it's just meant to be, she moaned.
Her mind aflame with desire, the pretty red haired nurse stuffed her middle finger up through the pleasantly drenched confines of her cunt, slippery and wet, and worked it around. She closed her eyes again, and Joe's face came clearly into view. That salacious smile with the upturned corners of his generous mouth mocking her protests. Fierce enervating waves of pleasure seemed to inundate her cuntal passage. Her loins felt as if they were boiling over.
Sally began thinking of her brother, so young, so hard and taut, not at all like the older men she had dated while in nurse's training and the thought of-giving all those little boys physical examinations added fuel to her lewd desires. Sally lay trembling violently now. As if in a dream her free hand began involuntarily massaging the straining voluptuousness of her large ripely swollen breasts. Then her fingers snaked up under the open button of her nurse's uniform and into her silky brassiere, trapping her trembling nipples between thumb and forefinger and kneading and twisting at them until she was afraid they might rip loose from the quivering white mounds.
A moan of deepest satisfaction escaped from the nurse's sensually parted lips. The fire raging all around inside her loins was driving her crazy. And the finger still thrust down between her legs was now driving in and out of her wetly sluicing cunt in a maddening cadence.
But this only served to cause the fire to burn more intensely, demanding more to feed its lascivious hunger. So she inserted another finger. She crammed her fingers into the moistness of her cuntal passage in time to the lust-crazed humping of the bitch in heat now within view.
Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused twenty-six year old nurse screwed her fingers in as deeply as she could, then began fucking them in and out of her hungrily swallowing cunt with a fury that was uncontrollable. The vision in her head of Joe's running his eleven year old hand up her leg, silky and smooth from the nylon stockings she wore, only goaded her on to more insane heights of licentious desire. Even as she shut her eyes with tension, she could still see in her mind's eye the way she had wiggled and squirmed on that hard wooden chair while he sat audaciously beside her, reading the titles calmly as if nothing were going on.
Yes, she had to admit it-she wanted Joe to keep his hand there, to finger-fuck her until she screamed out her satisfaction out loud. Her fingers became, in her imagination, the eleven year old boy's young stubby cock, and it split her love-starved cunt right up the middle. She only wished it were Joe's fingers fucking into her searing hot cunt instead of her own fingers. Out of her mind with lust, she moved her other hand away from her heavy heaving breasts, reaching down inside her panties from the rear and then working one slender index finger up into the tiny puckered anus between her moon-shaped buttocks. Her back arched over the prickly grass, she gasped hoarsely as, in a few seconds, she soon had two slim substitute cocks fucking in and out of the cuntal openings of her loins, her pleasure now increased a hundredfold.
Sally gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as she dually finger-fucked herself. She stopped long enough to lift her largely hanging breasts out of the tight confines of her nurse's uniform, then plunged her fingers back in again with a groan. Then she moved up close to the tree until her full-swaying white mounds were brushing nipple-first against the rough bark, driving the twenty-six year old redheaded nurse to even greater heights of masturbatory bliss.
The young woman's face flushed crimson as she felt her climax coming with a great savage roar and pleasure steamed from her openly seeping cunt. She hung teetering on the edge of a beautiful orgasm, her red hair now hanging like flames from the tightly pulled bun, leaves and dried grass sticking to the mass of redness, her throat straining for breath-and then suddenly her whole body was vibrating wildly and the white hot secretions of her lust came gushing down around her lewdly plunging fingers, covering her hand with its thick creamy white stickiness and then running down her wrist to drip onto her panty hose that strangled her knees. She could feel it trickling in small rivers down the insides of her shivering thighs and over her knees.
For a long time Sally didn't realize how much she was gasping and panting for breath through her fantastic shattering climax. Her head seemed to have left her body, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash broke out all over her succulent young flesh. Her eyes seemed to be clenched tightly shut for ages, her head resting against the tree, her teeth dug down sharply into her full red lower lip in order to keep herself from crying out.
Sally remained there gasping for air for some time, her ass-cheeks biting into the prickly grass below. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her body until the last dying pulsations of her climax had departed. When they had, her fingers at last slithered wetly from her satiated young pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she shuddered as if with a fever.
Still panting heavily, she leaned against the tree and looked at the two dogs not far in the distance. The shaggy German shepherd was fucking ferociously into the Labrador and looked as if they, too, were about to have a head-blowing orgasm. The female dog was whimpering with wild abandon and suddenly Sally found herself getting excited all over again. No, she thought, I can't let this happen to me. The thing to do was to get back into her trailer and straighten herself up for her afternoon's work.
Trembling, the exhausted nurse managed to tear herself away from the illicitly exciting sight taking place in the hay field and stagger into the open door of her trailer. But she still had to calm herself down somehow. Her head was all confused and befuddled as she made her way to the bed in her trailer and collapsed for a brief second,' still thinking of that cute little eleven year old boy with the experience of a twenty year old.
Sally lay there staring at the ceiling of the trailer, its aluminum frame warmed by the Indian summer afternoon sun. Somehow, she told herself, she'd have to get her head back into work; just two hours from now she would have a big job on her hands: giving physicals to over thirty children, checking their eyes to see if they needed glasses, running her hands up their spines to detect any curvatures, and listening to their hearts for atrial flutters. It would be a big task. Sally reached over for her half empty cup of coffee and sipped thirstily, making a face at the acrid taste.
She slid off the bed and studied her image in the mirror above the sink. "Ugh!" she said aloud, surprised at the disheveled looking woman staring back at her with empty eyes. Her hair would have to be redone and there wasn't time. Quickly she pulled out the hair pins, letting her wealth of red tresses hang loosely over her shoulders. That will have to do, she thought, I just don't have time. She reached behind and clasped her brassiere, lifting her heavy breasts, slightly bending at the waist, til they filled the cups of her bra and buttoned up that stubborn first button securely. Tilting her head back, she examined her stockings next. Sure enough, she scowled. Just one day and already they have runs in them. Good thing I have a healthy supply, she told herself, picking the dried leaves off the pile of her wool sweater.
Finally ready, she sighed. Thrusting the key into the ignition, the silver and red mobile unit followed its path back to Brookside School where the children were once again at play.
Moments later, with the help of Mrs. Olson, the children were lined up in alphabetical order and after explicit instructions from their teacher, they silently and obediently passed through her trailer, one by one. The first examination took a full fifteen minutes because of the first grader's eye test. Sally's heart went out to the poor sniffing little boy who, try as he may, could not detect whether it was a puppy or a kitten on the second line of the eye chart, especially designed for children yet unable to read.
Mrs. Olson, however, stood frowning. She had only gotten to the second graders' reading lesson and time was passing. With eight grades to teach reading, writing, arithmetic, spelling, geography, music and art to, she just couldn't fit three hours of physical examinations into her busy schedule.
"Children!" announced the hefty teacher, "We're all going back inside and you can go out one at a time." A loud chorus of groaning disappointments greeted her, but she relentlessly insisted, guiding the third graders ahead of her like a small herd of cattle.
Sally worked feverishly, taking blood pressure and pulses, making notes on each child's physical condition, making recommendations for those who would need special medical care. One child had severe allergies, another a hard to detect limp.
Her accuracy and speed improved with each grade as the children were more mature and better developed physically. Then, suddenly, when she waved the last of the fifth graders through the door of her trailer, her pace slowed. Purposely. The next in line was Joe, who came bursting out of the school house, full of vim and vigor. "How 'ya doin', Sally?"
Sally gasped. How did he know her first name?
Sally smiled at him. She couldn't, no matter how much she tried, resist flirting with him a little. She saw nothing harmful in it, and it seemed to make young boys all the more appealing as they stammered and looked away. Besides, she thought the boys liked it; that they would regard her as a big sister, wise in the ways of the world and eager to help them with their illnesses and fears.
"Okay, Joe," she started. "Sit down and let me have a look at you." Her heart pounded menacingly in her heaving chest, but she took a deep breath to quiet its loud beat.
Joe sat down in the stool and rested his elbows on his knees, nervously rubbing his hands together. "There's something I want to tell you. You won't tell on me will you?" he said in a soft voice.
"Of course not," she answered, drawing another stool up in front of him and sat down, crossing her legs inadvertently showing her thighs to Joe. Perhaps she had shortened her uniform a bit too much, but it was easier for driving she'd told herself. Maybe I'm showing a bit too much of my legs to him, she thought, but any movement at modesty now might make him more embarrassed. No, she reasoned, it was better to make nothing of it and show him she was not embarrassed or angry about his assault on her legs this morning. Besides, if she showed him she was broadminded, he would trust her, and that's what she was getting paid for.
"What is it?" she repeated.
"I've been having these problems with my back. Way back here," he said, pointing to the small of his back. A grin on his face made her suddenly hesitate, not knowing whether he was up to his tricks. But as a nurse, it was not her place to guess.
"Take off your shirt and let's have a look at it." Her voice was cool and detached. Sally couldn't avoid a smirk as she twisted on the stool, accidentally allowing her skirt to slip a bit higher. She leaned forward, allowing Joe to see down her uniform where she knew her cleavage was visible.
His eyes never leaving her thigh-high skirt, he unbuttoned his shirt. "Teacher says I'm the last one you'll have time for today," he announced with a smile. "Almost time for school to be out and then we all have to do our duties."
"Yeah? What's yours?" she asked, placing the stethoscope in her ears.
"Cleaning the restrooms." He jerked as the cold metal tickled his youthful chest.
Joe looked at her across from him, sitting on the stool. The top button to her uniform was open again, and he could see her legs and the insides of her firm thighs that were rounded and molded beautifully like those in the girly magazines his father hid in his underwear drawer. And he could see, couldn't take his eyes from the band, the white tight band of her panties shutting off from the sight the hot little cunt he had felt and probed that morning. "Oh, Miss Riley, you really want it bad, don't you?" he said suddenly, getting up and standing next to her.
Sally looked up in open-mouthed amazement. "What? What are you talking about?" she said, standing up beside him.
"After this morning? How can you say 'what'?"
Sally blushed crimson. "I couldn't slap your hand in front of Mrs. Olson. We both would have been in trouble." Then more calmly, "Let me see your back. You may have a kidney infection or something that needs immediate attention."
"You really liked it when I stuck my finger up your cunt, didn't you?" he asked again, his pubescent voice trilled on the word 'cunt."
Sally stiffened against the sink, hearing the lewd word said out loud. Joe moved closer, his body pinning her in place. Desperately, she moved her head to one side, Joe forcing her in place.
"Joe," Sally said, her voice wavering. No matter what she told herself, no matter how wrong it seemed, there was something wickedly exciting in being with the young boy, so close, their bodies touching. Then she remembered her brother and how it had all started between them.
The image of her young fifteen year old brothers' cock, all youthful, hard and desirous, shot through her like ten thousand volts of electricity. Something, something like a spiritual orgasm shook her frame. In a trembling voice she said, "Joe, you'd better get in there before Mrs. Olson comes out here and finds you." But her words were not even convincing herself. She could feel Joe's stubby young cock again under his clothing. It felt good, it felt evil, it felt delicious.
Joe laughed and ground his groin against hers and then slowly ran his wet tongue in her ear.
Sally shivered all over. Joe was young and slim and hard, and more than anything, he was young! Just like her brother. "D ... Don't do that," she whispered hoarsely.
"You're a great cock teaser, you know that?"
Sally gasped. "Where did you learn such language?"
"From my dad. He's a bartender in town." Joe whispered in her ear, "I'd like to see all of you, bare-assed naked!"
Sally almost fainted. Her body sagged against the sink, her knees feeling light like balloons. Yes! She would like that! It was insane, it was evil, it was not something she would ever think of, let alone do, but it was exciting! "Oh!" she sighed, "I feel funny."
With a gentleness that amazed her, Joe helped her down to the single bed mattress in the corner of the room, just feet away, where she lay limply and helplessly before him.
She looked up at Joe, standing over her with smoky, half closed eyes. This couldn't be happening to her! That same feeling overcame her as had in the bathroom when Allen had dropped the knife on his foot. Before that, the few sexual affairs she'd had were all with older men like Dr. Iverson, and Sally had thought herself frigid or only mildly interested in sex. But after her summer love affair with her brother, her fifteen year old brother, she had turned into a hungry female animal. Now that same feeling was coming alive and with a tingling sensation, like a million nerve endings were all crying for satisfaction.
Above her, Joe was swiftly undressing. "I thought you'd be the type when I saw you this morning, Miss Riley."
"What ... what are you doing?" The words were approaching the tones of a frantic scream. "What if Mrs. Olson...." but her words trailed off as he stood above her, straddling her body. Sally looked up in amazement at the size of his boyish penis and testicles. He looked so young and firm, so filled with vitality.
"Never mind," he said walking over to close the drapes and lock the door.
Sally tried to rise on her elbows, but Joe was on top of her with all his weight and hot body. She fell back and let out a moan. She teetered on the edge of giving in completely. She braced her mind against it, knowing that if the teacher elected to peek through the window or knock on her door, her job was ended-and this was only the first day!
She could barely resist as he fumbled then tore as her precious white uniform, ripping the buttons from her dress front in one jerk, and while her hands fluttered, trying to keep her front closed, his hand tore at her skirt, one strong pull breaking the clasp and tearing the zipper.
Her head swimming, unable to rise against his weight, she felt him pulling her dress over her shoulders and down over her hips, and she tried to kick her legs, only succeeding in spreading them and allowing him to get a knee between her thighs. With a grunt, he tore the dress away and flung it across the room. "No, Joe," she panted, "this is wrong."
Joe raised her head with both hands and kissed her on the mouth, his own mouth wide open and his tongue probing her sealed lips and teeth. She resisted as long as she could, but then Joe stuck a finger in her ear and licked her lips. This was not a kiss of tenderness or love, this was an open invitation to lust! She felt her lips parting, forced back, and then her mouth opened and Joe's tongue shot in and wormed around hungrily like some wanton animal, and Sally found her body responding, equally abandoned, her tongue burrowing into his fresh young mouth.
Finally, allowing her to catch her breath, Joe stopped kissing her, and his fingers toyed with the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. He moved his head to whisper in her ear. "If I have a welcome to Brookside party for you, you'd have to strip, and I'd make sure you wore some of those black bikinis like those girls on the calendar. The kind that shows a lot of your ass, and you could walk around in front of the kids and show them your cunt. I'll bet you'd make a good stripper with those tits of yours." Joe teased in a low, insinuating voice, his fingers rolling her panty hose down until they were like a pair of bikinis on her. "You could walk in front of them and they could lick your tits. They could touch you like this."
Joe cupped his hands over her cunt, feeling it warm and furry and moist under his touch. Sally let out a low moan and let him do what he wanted.
He went on. "Then you'd take off your bra and give a real show just to tease the kids and we'd watch you and then you'd stand there with your big tits hanging out, and we'd all watch your nipples getting hard and know you were excited.
"Oh God, please don't touch me and say those disgusting things!"
Sally could only moan again, her eyes shut, his hand now stroking the soft curls of her pussy under the crotch band of her panties, her body involuntarily beginning to move in rhythm to his stroking. He pulled her pantyhose down over her hips, over her knees and finally off her ankles.
Joe licked her ear again with his tongue and said, "We'd make you walk around, and all the guys watching you would touch your breasts and some of them would suck on them and lick them. Then," his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, "then you'd be standing in the middle of the room with all of us watching you cock tease us and one guy would come up and kneel and take your panties off, bite you up between the legs where they were all wet and pull them down with his teeth."
A long low moan escaped Sally's lips and her body relaxed completely. It didn't seem as if she would ever stop moaning, the salaciousness building like a growing fire down between her limply spread legs.
"And we'd all be watching," Joe went on, pausing a moment before he asked in a barely audible whisper, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
It came out out in a rush, it came like a mighty unstoppable wave. "YES! Yes, I'd LOVE it! Oh God! With all those little boys!"
Above her, Joe smirked, taking his hand away and putting his full weight on her, his hard little cock cushioned on her smooth, white belly.
As if in a dream, Joe's boyish face swimming before her, the thought flashing in her mind; he hasn't even begun to shave yet!
And then her brain whirled and her mouth opened involuntarily and murmured, purred, "You can do anything you like to me, Joe."
Joe seized her shoulders and kissed her on the mouth with Sally responding instantly. Tearing himself free, he said, "Say you want me to fuck your pussy!!!!
"I want you to fuck my pussy, fuck it all day!" she groaned huskily, the words setting her afire with lewd desires. Every moral was gone now, every shred of decency. She spread her legs and tilted her cunt up to him. "Fuck it all you want," she cried.
Joe lifted her and reaching behind tore at her bra with Sally aiding all she could. The bra free and thrown away, she lay back shivered and moaned while his tongue snaked across her breasts, flicked at the tips of her hardening tits; then his whole mouth closed over her nipples and sucked hard while Sally moaned and writhed. Then his teeth nibbled and pinched each full rounded globe, the nipples responding and sending spasms of pleasure down to Sally's groin where her cunt swelled and moistened the tight crotch band of her panties.
Joe pulled away and jerked Sally to a sitting position, her eyes half-closed and half-focused and smoky with passion. "First, I want you to suck it."
He stood up and roughly took her head in his hands, his fingers entwining in her hair. "Suck it. Say you want to suck it."
With trembling fingers, Sally reached forward and took the erect young cock in her hands and felt its hardness, its ramrod rigidity. Just like her brother's, this cock she was fondling in her hands just a few inches from her face was beautiful and hard and young. "Say it!" Joe demanded.
"I want to suck it," she crooned. "I want to suck your beautiful young prick." The thrill of hearing herself use profane language coursed through her body. She really meant it, and the fact that she really meant it was all the more thrilling.
Gently, she pulled it toward her mouth, on her knees now with Joe needlessly forcing her mouth forward. His cock seemed huge and red in front of her passion-dimmed eyes, and she could see he was excited because there was a tiny droplet of cum on the mushroom end of his prick. Slowly, gently, her eyes shining, she pulled his foreskin back, his prick seeming to bulge bigger. It felt so big and fierce and strong in her hands. Slowly, the tip of her tongue licked the droplet off his cock, and Sally slowly licked her lips and tasted the cum. It tasted good! Perhaps he would cum in her mouth if she did it to him really good!
She couldn't help moaning, her body writhing. This was the way it should be, always! She hoped he would cream in her mouth a hundred times! No a thousand times! Forever!
Eagerly, she opened her lips and let his hard, youthful cock slide slowly in, filling her mouth, sliding forever in until she thought she'd gag and choke. Then slowly pulling out to the very tip.
It tasted delicious. Almost moaning, Sally wished all his young friends from Brookside school were here so that she could suck all their young, tasty cocks. Slowly, Joe began fucking in and out of her mouth while Sally alternately sucked and ran her tongue around the hard wet prick. Joe fucked her face faster, gasping, "Suck harder!"
The red haired nurse obeyed, abandoning all reason, sucking as hard as she could, not caring or believing she could hurt him. It was too strong, too big!
With a cry, Joe pulled free and pushed her back on the floor, gasping, "Spread your legs,' I want to lick your cunt while you suck my cock-just like they do in Dad's magazines!"
Instantly, Sally obeyed, lying spreadeagled, naked on the floor as Joe tore her panties free between her thighs, the elastic band still hanging around her waist with wisps of cloth still hanging from it, somehow making Sally feel more naked and wanton. She watched as Joe kneeled upside down above her, knees to either side of her head, his gorgeous young cock directly in front of her eyes. Eagerly, she took it and stroke it in her hands, her tongue reaching for it. Joe leaned down over her body, and Sally leaped when his tongue found her cpen moist cunt. She let his cock slide into her mouth, her lips tight around it and her hands reaching up and cupping the cheeks, the firm strong cheeks of his buttocks and tried to pull him down into her face as his tongue wormed around inside and probed at the smooth wet walls of her cunt.
She pulled her knees back up as far as she could and spread her legs like she had done for her brother many times before. Joe's insistent tongue found her tiny throbbing clitoris and began licking at it.
She was no longer the same person. All sense of identity or role in life washed away. She was only an animal, an animal in heat, and she hoped that it would never stop, that the young prick she was so avidly sucking and tasting would never grow soft.
With a muffled cry, she felt the onrush of a coming orgasm, and she only sucked harder, her buttocks twisting up and rotating madly around as Joe clung tenaciously, sucking on her clitoris, forcing it into his mouth where his tongue licked. Rockets exploded in Sally's head as she came, bucking upward, her body held rigid in trembling spasms as she came again and again with Joe hanging on, sucking and licking as though his mouth were glued tightly up between her legs.
With a cry she fell back limp, Joe's hard stubby, cock falling from her mouth while her head lolled and her eyes rolled back in her head, and she almost fainted, so complete and utter was her pleasure. Joe scurried around and crawled between her legs, breathing hard, kissing her full on the mouth again, with Sally tasting her cunt juices while his hand held his cock and guided it into her saliva-moistened cunt.
It slipped in slow, spreading and stretching the tight walls of her cunt, deliciously, Sally wincing under the pain-pleasure. It seemed to slide malevolently in forever, filling her up and stretching her cunt beyond belief.
A thrill ran through her. She kicked out in the air and locked her arms and legs around his tense young body and pulled him close. The thrill of gratifying so young a boy, of bringing him to a climax was overpowering. Lewdly thinking she must look like a slut, was indeed a slut, a whore, willing to fuck forever-she began moving her buttocks in the most provocative manner she knew how. She'd give this boy something he would never forget. She'd give him anything his boyish eleven year old body desired and then some.
The youth began fucking her hard, his cock slipping with a wet, sluicing noise in and out of her cunt with Sally holding tight to his cock, determined never to let it go, holding tight by clenching the soft hair-lined lips of her pussy as hard as she could. Nothing mattered, nothing at all; she could get tired, exhausted, and still she would fuck this boy. She could go insane and still she would fuck him forever if he wanted her to!
In abandoning self, in giving in to the feeling of only satisfying the boy, Sally found a freedom she never knew existed. She found herself growing aroused again, growing lewd and obscene by the second, by each hard stroke of his stiff cock in her hot willing cunt. She felt another hot orgasm coming on her, and it exploded with twice the force of the first one, and she opened her mouth and screamed, "Aaaagggghhhh!"
Above her, Joe fucked on, his face twisted, increasing the pace as their bodies slid across the mattress and onto the floor of the trailer. He didn't care if they fucked out the door and onto the schoolyard, he didn't care if his sixth grade friends watched, he didn't even care if Mrs. Olson saw them. This was no teeny-bopper, no giggling little seventh grade girl like Sharon Brice, this was a full grown woman who had been, must have fucked with a lot of men, and he was going to give her the fucking of her life.
They were both covered with sweat now, the two of them breathing hard, their mouths open and Sally's wet hair matted in fine wisps across her face as they both clung together, slipping and sliding in the sweat which somehow made it all the more exciting.
Half-conscious, half-delirious, Sally felt herself cumming still again, thinking in her mind, I've got a little eleven year old fucking machine on top of me, and it won't stop fucking me until I'm dead!
She started to moan, couldn't stop herself from moaning as it rose into a wail like a plane dive-bombing down and heard Joe above her, beginning to moan and felt his young cock swelling, straining the walls of her cunt until they both yelled and locked mouths and Sally felt herself cumming for the fourth time, floating in space on red hot lava, every nerve in her on fire as Joe's cock seemed to burst at the head and pump white hot sperm deep into her ravaged young cunt, still cumming in her like an unleashed fire hose.
For a few silent moments, Sally lay still. When she awoke it was with a dreamy smile that soon vanished, and she sat bolt upright on the mattress. She put her hands to her face and uttered a low moan.
She stumbled out of bed, holding a sheet around her and went forward in the trailer.
There was her clothing, her nurses uniform, navy blue sweater and pantyhose, now in rags, thrown around on the floor. And there, on the floor were the telltale spots of sperm. Sally closed her eyes and moaned again. How could she have done such an evil thing? And on her first day of work? Oh God! She knew it was not her nature to be so irresponsible.
Stumbling forward, her body aching and her eyes still smudged with mascara, she saw the trailer door was locked shut. Joe must have locked it when he left, thank god! How could she ever face him again? What would people say if they knew she let herself be fucked half silly by an eleven year old boy? How could she ever so insanely betray a trust and lead a boy on like that? She had not been brought up in that manner and hadn't ever thought of such things. But there was no denying this afternoon. He had been right, that eleven year old boy; he had known things about her that she didn't even know about herself. It was true, flirting was her true nature. After all, wasn't that how Allen had happened to make his first pass at her?
She held her head in her hand and rummaged through her drawers, glancing at the travel clock at the side of her bed. Five o'clock! My God! Mrs. Olson has probably already left!
How could she explain her absence? And the children ... what if they had looked through the window and saw her?
She pulled the daisy print curtain aside. Sure enough, the school house was empty; the lights were out. Deep shadows, cast by the setting sun gave an errie feeling to the trailer now and she flicked on the light.
Needing something, anything to calm her shattered nerves, she opened her cabinet drawer and pulled out the bottle of blackberry wine that her mother had tucked away behind the peanut butter and preserves, "just in case you catch a chill." With trembling hands, she poured herself a cup in a coffee cup.
She choked on the first taste, forcing the wine down and holding her breath. Looking down, she realized she was still naked with only the torn waistband of her panties on the remind her of being fucked so wild this afternoon. Tears sprang to her eyes and she bit her lips and took another drink, this time a longer one. She sat letting the drink sponge through her body and numb her a bit before she finally stood up and took the band off. It looked so ridiculous, that single band of elastic, that she couldn't help but laugh. Then she was laughing and crying at the same time, choking, her hands to her mouth, rocking back and forth on the edge of the mattress. Then she threw herself, naked, on the mattress and cried her heart out.
After a few minutes of sobs, she felt more refreshed and slipped on a pair of levis and sweatshirt. The late afternoon winds were brewing up a rain storm; she could tell by the oak leaves that had turned back side fore. The most reasonable thing to do, she told herself, was to drive out of the school yard before somebody stopped to investigate and find herself a quiet place to park her trailer for the night.
Sally jumped into her red station and turned on the engine; then, with a wide swing, she was headed back up the road in the direction of where she had eaten her lunch that afternoon. Certainly there she could fine some peace and quiet. The engine purred to a stop beside the tree several yards from the winding country road. With renewed enthusiasm, Sally went back to the trailer and busied herself by getting on her hands and knees and scrubbing up the semen spots on the rug, fighting back the tears at the same time. It was too late for tears.
Next, she bathed from a tank of water preserved just for that purpose and scented herself. But the fear lingered in her heart, the fear of Mrs. Olson reporting her. Certainly she must have suspected something amiss when Joe didn't emerge from her silver dome for a full hour! The only thing to do, she told herself, was to inform her supervisor first, to tell her the whole story and that way Mrs. Olson could not use her lewd actions as leverage against her. But who would believe such a story? Who would believe that an eleven year old had raped a twenty six year old? It was unheard of.
Such a thing would sound crazy-especially to a nurse, and worse yet, if she was going to be honest, she would sound like some sort of pathetic pervert. If she was going to be honest, she would have to admit that she unknowingly egged the young boy on until it was too late. By the time she realized what she was doing, it was too late, and ... she had loved every minute of it!
Sally Riley poured herself another coffee cup full of the homemade wine and lay back on the mattress, still looking up, wondering if there were other people who woke up one morning and found their whole world changed, the whole life up to that point a lie? Why didn't she see the signs of this, this strange craving before? Why had she lied to herself thinking it was her brother that she craved, rather than admitting it was his youth, his hard young body that drove her made with evil desires? And what about her cousin Bobbie? It wasn't his illness that provoked her to probe into his secrets regions. This had to have happened to other women; she couldn't be the only one in world with this, this problem....
What was she going to do? What was the decent think to do? Calming herself, she thought of Joe and realized now that he was far from innocent himself and that he was probably an isolated case. Or was he? But he had mentioned his friends-an obscene thrill tickle raced through her body-of a party where there would be lots of farm boys his age and she would strip. Were all children like this? Had this permissive generation been given too much freedom? Had the world gone crazy?
Or was it just in the poverty areas of Minnesota where mothers had to work in factories all day long and try to rasise their children decently in the few remaining hours of the day. Lack of education, she reasoned, just lack of education. They just don't know any better. Surely that was the answer. A smile of relief crossed her lips.
With the assurance of her sound logic to back her, she took a deep breath and planned her next day. Checking her agenda, a copy of which hung from a string near the medicine cabinet, she mouthed the words, "Pleasant Hill." Now that sounds like a good spot, she thought. I'm sure that tomorrow will go much better than today. And then the day after I'll go back to Brookside School and try to explain to Mrs. Olson that I had problems with Joe.
CHAPTER FIVE
Early the next morning, just as the sun bounced over the horizon, bright and yellow and promising, Sally jumped out of bed and drew back the curtain. She stretched her arms far above her head and took a deep breath. Then she slipped her fleecy peach robe over her long flannel nightgown and jumped out of bed, turning the heater on high. What a lovely place to sleep, she mused silently, just look at the view.
True. It was a spectacular place to be. Out in the countryside at sunrise overlooking a dew-filled valley below. It felt fresh and sweet and innocent. Autumn leaves scampered across the brown frosted earth giving a twinge of vitality to her sleeping body as she silently stared out the window, waiting for her water to boil for morning coffee.
I don't care how many little Joes there are in this world, she told herself with firm resolution, I'm not going to let him get me down and take away my job. I'll fight for my position to the end! I'll find some way to get over this, this problem, no matter if it means going to a psychiatrist. I'm a strong-willed woman, my father always told me so, said that's why the Lord gave me red hair. No, no eleven year old punk is going to get the best of me!
With her body fortified with two cups of coffee and two slices of toast made from her mother's homemade bread, Sally tied her long flowing red hair back of her head with a barrette and added an extra layer of mascara. She'd want to make a good impression on, what was her name? Oh yes, Miss Simpson, she said aloud, checking her itinerary. The ten hours of sleep had refreshed her soul and gave her a chance to view things from a new perspective. It was probably just one of those days that everybody has at one time or another in their life, and she'd had hers. It was all over and done with. She would learn to deal with these people, after all, that was her job. If she could help just one little boy or girl understand the workings of the body, then she would have succeeded. She couldn't let the others down just because of one unruly boy.
Now, as she was on the highway heading back down the road, she was determined to see it through. It was a glorious morning, not too cold despite the frost, and despite all she had been through, she felt like a new person and glad to be alive. She sang as she headed down the highway, County Trunk L, she read from a sign, and approaching a "Caution, Children at Play" warning, she slowed down yards away from Brookside School. It was too early and the school had not yet dumped out the thirty-five screaming children and Sally whizzed by happily. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow she would return and talk to Mrs. Olson. With a deep sigh, she turned up the radio and whirred down the winding country highway towards Pleasant Hill School.
Unlike Brookside School, the students of Pleasant Hill were orderly, polite, if not dull, children who sat politely with their hands crossed in front of them, their heads attentively directed toward Miss Simpson who ruled with an iron fist. "Yes, Ma'am, No, Ma'am." Those were the words they used with Miss Simpson. A long willow branch hung ominously from a hook beside the blackboard and Sally guessed that many a child had suffered the sting of that well-used whip at one time or another. Although the children were polite and well-mannered, and no one ran their hand up her leg or whistled lewdly, Sally had to admit she much preferred the casual atmosphere of Brookside far more.
Everything went according to schedule. By eleven o'clock the movie had been shown and appreciated with deep curtsies by Sandra Plemming, the prize pupil at Pleasant Hill Winner of last year's spelling bee," Miss Simpson had added with a frosty aside, with a raise of her eyebrows-who spoke "on behalf of the Pleasant Hill students." Secretly, Sally found the girl a bit too mature for her age and thought it might be well to suggest privately to the girl that she begin wearing a brassiere to support those growing little glands of hers. Later she dismissed the idea, thinking it too meddlesome.
A count of hands was taken to see how many of the children had not yet had their physical examination. No one raised his hand. "I made certain of that," said Miss Simpson from her station in front of the room where her piercing eyes ogled through inch-thick glasses to catch an illicit movement of her students. "No one goes to Pleasant Hill unless they are thoroughly checked. I'll have no epidemics in my school."
By noon, Sally had finished her day's work and with a broad smile adorning her lipstick covered mouth, she headed toward her mobile unit, now affectionately named "The Red Devil"-for which reason she could not fathom, only liked the sound of it. "Maybe it's because I have red hair, my car is red and it's my favorite color."
With a broad wave of her hand, she bid the children of Pleasant Hill goodbye as the thirty-odd students stood lined up on the sidewalk ready to choose up sides for a game of Fox and Geese. Used to play that myself, thought Sally to herself, guess some things don't change much. But foremost on her mind was the radical difference in children. This was something they didn't teach me in school, she thought silently, adjusting the volume on the radio. As a matter-of-fact, she continued her thoughts half listening to the noon news, I think I'll write a letter to my supervisor and suggest they start a course in abnormal childhood sexual interests. Think I could write the course myself!
On the road once more, it was a new Sally driving the Red Devil. It was a woman who could wryly smile at her shortcomings and sadly admit that she might never find the man of her dreams. But it wasn't going to get her down. She would be a nurse all her life and help children like Joey-as she had affectionately come to call him-overcome their problems while directing their attention toward bodily problems. A husband would not matter to her. It would be nice if she could get married and have children, but if the good Lord chose to deny her that pleasure, then it was her message to follow her present course in life-helping people.
The Red Devil zoomed up County Trunk L back toward the valley with the spectacular view. That's where I'll spend the rest of the afternoon, she thought to herself. God knows I have plenty to do with filling out thirty-five, no seventy, reports! She stepped on the accelerator, slowing only for the familiar "Caution--Children at Play" sign on the other side of the small iron-sided bridge that rumbled with the weight of her mobile unit. Despite her firm resolutions to the contrary and despite her self esteem now well established after the morning's smoothly executed work, she found herself craning her neck, searching for any sign of that little eleven year old devil incarnate, the one who left her a weeping mass of flesh just yesterday afternoon. She berated herself; looking straight ahead she caught sight of the burly haired tanned boy with the cute freckles splattered over his perky nose. He waved. Sally drove straight ahead.
She wondered how she could have been so afraid of such a young innocent boy. Oh well, he doesn't know where I'm staying and besides, what's he going to do to me?
The remainder of the afternoon passed quickly, with Sally filling out reports on each of the students. She was nearing the H's when she came across Joe's name. She studied the form for a brief second, wondering what to put under 'general physical condition.' Chewing the eraser of her pencil a wave of laughter hit her convulsively. "How about well hung," she chuckled loudly to herself. I'm getting punchy, she told herself, time for a break.
Sally turned on the portable television set, a present to herself bought with her Christmas and graduation gift money. Nothing on but soap operas, she groaned, turning the knob 'til it clicked off. Her neck was stiff from sitting for the past three hours pouring over the forms. She stretched her arms far above her head and sighed deeply; it felt so good to get those muscles back in working condition after yesterday's foray with that devilish little monster. Remembering her yoga exercises, she twisted her head to the side as far as it would go and listened to the cracking of her bones as they loosened their tight grip on the muscles. Ahhh, it felt so good.
She sat by herself, not a sound stirring. Looking out the window, she could see an old dog lying in the shade of a tree on some old rug carelessly thrown there. Wonder if it's the same one I saw yesterday making love to the German Shepherd, she asked herself. Maybe I ought to get a pet. Yes, that would soothe some of these strange longings I've been feeling lately.
Sally yawned with a satisfying sigh felt deep in the pit of her stomach. I shouldn't be tired yet, she thought, checking the travel clock beside her bed. It's only four o'clock. Maybe what I need is a good brisk walk to get my blood circulating again.
She pushed the door open a crack. Whew! It was breezy out there, she thought, better put on a sweater under this sweatshirt. The redheaded nurse opened her makeshift closet-a large wooden box slipped under her bed where she kept her shoes and larger items including an umbrella and heavy sweaters-and drew out her grey hiking boots with the red laces. Sitting down on the bed, she pulled on one of the boots with a hefty tug and slid her heel securely to the bottom, wiggling her toes into the still-hard toe of the shoe. Pulling the laces as tight as she could, she tied it securely in a double knot. The right foot came next and then with a heavy hand-knit sweater buttoned over her sweatshirt, she opened the door of the trailer and set out for her late afternoon exercise.
Sally thrust her hands into the pockets of her Levis as she'd seen her brother Allen do several times and set out for the path that wound its way around a glen of pine trees and then disappeared between two hillocks in the far distance. She could see nothing beyond that. The chill afternoon air bit into her cheeks bringing the blood to the surface 'til she fairly glowed from the brilliancy of her rosy complexion. Taking a deep breath, she smelled the freshness of the country air, its tantalizing aroma lingering in her nostrils, teasing her senses with the mixed fragrance of drying dusty leaves and autumn berries which the birds chattered over in a nearby tree, claiming that particular bough as their own. She spied some bittersweet-the bright red pearl-sized berries-hanging from a bush lining the country path. Sally picked some, thinking, these will look great in a vase on top of the television set.
Snap! The drying twigs gave way under her fingers and she smiled, automatically raising the handful of autumn to her nose, sniffing its faintly emanating fragrance. Ah! It felt good to be alive. She kicked a pebble with the hard toe of her hiking boot. How could I ever have thought of giving up all this? she wondered silently, watching a squirrel scurry up a hickory nut tree, squeaking his call of alarm to his friends overhead, "Man is near, man is near." How could I have thought I could be happy doing anything else? I have my own little home that I can park wherever I find a spot that suits my fancy, I have all of nature at my doorstep, and I enjoy working with children. What else could life grant me?
A clump of honeysuckle had mysteriously survived last night's frost and Sally stopped to sniff. No, she thought, I will not pick you. You're too beautiful and you'll wilt just as soon as I snap you off your stem! Sally Riley continued on her dirt path, narrowing, winding through a field of blackberry bushes now before disappearing into the thick woods ahead where the birch trees decorated the deep greens of the forest with their red and yellow leaves, contrasting sharply with the white of their smooth bark.
Enough adventure for today, she told herself, turning back in the direction of her trailer. The fresh country air had whetted her appetite and she was trying to remember what goodies her mother had packed for just such an occasion. Maybe that beef stew would be good, she thought, licking her lips in anticipation. That's it! She would make an occasion of it, lighting a candle, she'd pour herself a glass of wine and sip ever so slowly, savoring its sweetness while she looked out over the mist-heavy air into the valley below. Sweet solitude!
The aluminum trailer shone brilliantly, audaciously in the late afternoon sun and Sally was amazed to notice how conspicuous it was. How many people had passed by and wondered who was trespassing on their land? Well, just one more evening and I'll find a more hidden, private spot, she told herself. But just one night, please? She looked up at the high cirrus clouds streaking through the September skies. Please?
The young redheaded woman followed the dirt rutted path around the last curve when she noticed she'd left the door to her trailer open. How stupid of me! she berated herself, entertaining visions of what wildlife might have found a snug home in the warm confines of her trailer. Now I'll probably have chipmunks in my crackers and God knows what else!
One grey hiking boot stepped through the trailer door a second before Sally was met with the downfall of her professional career. Everywhere, on the bed, on the floor, sitting on the stools, were little boys! And there, in their midst, as the spokesman, was Joe!
They were all smiling and nodding, their eyes mentally undressing her. She clutched the bittersweet tightly to her bosom. My God, she thought, some of them were barely over ten! Joe was standing in the midst of them all and she looked at him, a sudden knot of fear in her throat. She gasped and froze in place. Joe was standing there in the middle of the trailer, with his thumbs crooked in his belt and around him were three other boys, all with evil little smirks on their faces. More boys were silently staring at her.
Sally looked up at Joe fiercely. "What are you doing in my trailer? This is my home and I demand an explanation!"
Joe merely laughed and sat on one end of her bed. "Well, we'll talk about that later. Right now I have a little present I want to give to my favorite nurse." He turned to his young friends, most of whom Sally recognized as being students of Brookside school. From his whole dogmatic manner, it was obvious that he was their leader. "Where's that bottle of Wild Turkey I stole out of my dad's bar?" He turned and grinned at the cowering Sally. "We are gonna christen your trailer for ya."
Sally licked her lips nervously. "If you boys don't get out of here by the time I count ten, I'm going to scream and when the next car drives by they'll stop and throw you out by your stupid little ears."
"Then tell me this," started Joe, his blue eyes twinkling merrily, deceptively, "how come you parked your trailer right out here in the open. Seems to me that if you wanted to be so dad-blamed secret, you'd 'ave found a better spot."
Sally blushed; she knew he was right. "Now I said get out of here!" She couldn't let them stay no matter how tempting all those chubby little pubescent boys seemed right now. "Your mothers are going to be looking for you."
Joe looked down at his fingernails and picked at them. "Uh, uh. I ain't got no mother." He looked at her with a hurt expression. For an infintesimal second, Sally wanted to throw her arms around his neck. "And just about everybody else's mother works. Don't get home 'til six o'clock at night." He looked at the clock. "We got plenty of time for a little party."
"How'd you find me?" Sally said imperiously.
"Weren't hard!" chirped a small voice from the far corner of the bed. "We seen yer trailer from the bus window. Even Ed Bailey our bus driver noticed 'ya and he's almost blind. Everybody seen ya." Sally recognized him as the little boy with the rotting teeth.
"Shut up!" snapped Joe. And then turning to Sally, "You tol' me yourself you'd like to strip if I had a party. Now here I am with a bottle, a little gift for our favorite nurse, a present. Don't tell me after all the trouble we gone to, you don't want it."
All the boys laughed and one slapped Joe on the shoulder. From their actions and attitudes, Sally could see they had all been drinking. "I don't want anything to drink and what's more I'll wait for the bus to come down the road again and I'll stop him and have you all driven home where you should be now."
"Now I'm surprised to be hearin' such a brilliant young lady like you talkin' so dumb. All I gotta do is tell Mrs. Olson what happened yesterday in the trailer when you was checking out my pain and...."
Sally couldn't believe her ears. How could so young a boy be so evil? How could she have been so easily duped? "You wouldn't dare!"
Joe answered with a smirk. Another boy raised a bottle in a toast. They all laughed and passed the bottle around. Joe took it at last and held it out to Sally. "Heck, all we want is a little funnin' and party. Besides," he said with a mock pout, "you promised. You is a lady of yer word, ain't ya?"
That did it! Sally took her fistful of bittersweet branches and thrust them into his face, hoping some of the prickly twigs would stick him in the eye and blind him. The bastard! What right did he have coming in her like this and humiliating her in front of all these little Brookside School boys? Who did he think he was anyway?
But when the eleven year old turned and threw her down on the floor, Sally knew she had met her match. All eyes were glued on their leader in anxious expectation. Would he let them down? From the fierce look on his embarrassed young face, they guessed not.
"You promised you'd strip if I gave a party. Now I got the whole dang party together. Now it's your turn to add to the fun." He spoke those words stoically, calculatingly.
The boys laughed and crowded around her. Sally looked up helplessly at the boys ringing her, at their smiling young faces. "Give the lady a drink!" one of them called. Joe was handed a bottle and, with the help of several of the boys, they held her head still and poured the Wild Turkey into her mouth. Sally gagged and sputtered and tried to spit it out, but some of it found its way down, burning her throat.
Joe got down on top of her and stayed there with the boys crowding around. Periodically, they would pour more whiskey into her open mouth while they said, "Joe says you're a pretty wild fuck. Is that true?" And "Joe says you like parties. You'll strip for us, won't ya nurse?"
Sally resisted as long as she could and then the whiskey began to take effect. She could no longer concentrate on her resistance. She felt numb and, after they had all settled nearby she got up. She sat on a stool, the same stool she had been sitting on when Joe first seduced her, and without hesitation now took the bottle from Joe as he handed it to her and drank while the boys cheered her on. There was no way out now and she knew it. What's more, she wasn't certain she wanted to do anything about the little monsters who'd now taken over her trailer.
Joe crouched in front of her. He, too, had been drinking and his eyes were glazed. " 'Member that party we talked about yesterday? Well, this is it." The boys all laughed and Joe motioned them back. "Give her room, she's going to do a little strip for us."
Slowly, Sally shook her head. She was drunk but she'd die first before doing such a thing in front of these boys. Thank God I've had something to drink, she thought. Looking at Joe, she now saw him as a monster. Looking at all the boys, she realized that she had misjudged them all, that they were all some kind of breed she didn't understand or even think existed. She felt that her whole life had been a stupid mistake and she moaned aloud, silently cursing herself for ever taking up such a sinful habit. She should have known that afternoon in the bathroom with her young brother that no good would come out of it.
Joe stood up. "All right, I can see she's shy. Let's make her at home. Let's start the party off right." And with that, he started unbuttoning his plaid flannel shirt and the rest of the boys followed, grinning and giggling and taking off their clothes.
Sally sat, surrounded by the young boys, naked lithe young boys, their bodies exposed and she could see that several of them were growing excited. She put her hands over her eyes but Joe tore them away. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and, seeing this, Joe crouched in front of her and held her by the wrists and told her what they were going to do. He talked dirty, saying fuck and suck and screw.
Sally opened her eyes, pleading, begging him to stop, for the lewd words were having a strange arousing effect on her alcohol-befogged brain. She stared and stared like a rabbit hypnotized by the weavings of a snake as she saw the boys excited, as she saw erect cocks all around her and hands obscenely stroking them into stronger, more erect life.
Young cocks on young beautiful bodies and the old thrill of what she had experienced earlier with Joe came back tenfold.
Joe whispered in a low voice, "We're going to do all those things I told you about before and more and this time, people are going to be watching."
A terrible obscene thrill ran through her dazed mind, and erotic feelings of sensuality so strong she had to catch her breath. Her mind reeled and she thought she was on the verge of fainting. Joe held tight to her wrists as she looked around at the young boys with serious intent faces. She knew they were all excited by the idea of being naked in front of a grown woman and masturbating while she watched.
One boy, barely twelve if her guess was right, offered his cock in his hand to her mouth and her lips unconsciously parted, for she remembered the taste and feel of Joe's cock in her mouth and she remembered the urge and the excitement, too. She sucked softly on it for a moment and then Joe helped her to her feet. "Come on, how about a little strip show just like we talked about?"
Sally looked at his face, trying to focus on it through the fog of alcohol and passion. There was no doubt about it; the whiskey had loosened and numbed the only inhibiting part of her brain. She could feel the lips of her cunt down between her legs swelling in a tantalizing way and the nipples of her breasts grew hard and stood erect under her bra. Why not? she reasoned in a drunken reckless way. After all, it was what excited her, there was something deliciously lewd and sinful in being naked with young boys. Looking around, she told herself that this was what she really responded to and all the rest was a sham, that she was an unconscious hypocrite, believing in things that weren't real.
This was real. It was real and lewd and pagan. It was an orgiastic nightmare in which someone could let all the barriers down and return to their original savage state. It excited her.
Joe let go of her wrists and Sally stood swaying for a second before one of the boys reached for her still covered breast. Joe's hand shot out.
"First she's going to strip for us and nobody is going to touch her until she asks for it, and believe me, she will!" he grinned with smug confidence.
Sally smiled blearily around the room. So many young eager faces, faces with the same expression on them when they came into her trailer for their physical examinations. Young boys with slim smooth bodies eager for sympathy.
Very well then. She'd give it to them and she'd give it to them until they screamed for more!
Slowly, as they all watched, she untied her shoelaces first. Next came her heavy sweater and after that her sweatshirt, followed by her Levis.
Greedy young eyes devoured her body. Her proud swelling breasts with their taut nipples under the bra. Her smooth rippling stomach and her firm swooping thighs. Each boy looked at the curled mystery down between her thighs and the red pubic hair showing like a shadow through her flimsy nylon panties. Watching them looking at her, Sally rolled her hips suggestively and several boys began masturbating harder. Their voices were low as they said, "Look at her. Just look at them tits!" and "Oh, boy, do I want to eat that!" And then, like an almost professional stripper, she smiled teasingly at them and undid her bra in back while the boys urged her on. Putting one arm over her breasts, she lowered her straps and let the bra fall to the floor, both her arms folded and hiding her naked breasts from view.
While several boys gasped, she moved closer, moving her hips in a wicked way. She cradled her breasts, the nipples showing dark red in the scant light of the nearly setting sun, and holding them the way she might a kitten, she kissed them and licked them with the tip of her tongue. The boys groaned and panted and one of them moaned then yelled. One boy stood masturbating fast, his legs shaking in fine spasms, "I'm cuuuummmmmmmmming!" he moaned.
His orgasm ejaculated out, shooting out fiery hot sperm onto Sally's naked thigh. She stood in front of him while the others watched and the boy squirted spurt after spurt onto her legs and stomach and finally, with a moan, sank to his knees.
While the boys watched, Sally teasingly smeared the hot cum all over her legs and stomach. Turning her back to the boys, she bunched her panties up into the soft crevice of her undulating buttocks and smeared the remainder of the cum all over the now nakedly grinding asscheeks.
It was silent, except for heavy breathing in the trailer when Sally turned around and smiled wickedly, sucking each of her cum-smeared fingers in turn between her roundly ovaled lips.
Joe was in front of her, his legs spread wide apart, his whole body trembling with lewd excitement. He pushed her back and the backs of Sally's thighs pressed against the edge of the small table and she fell back across it. Roughly, he tore off her panties and spread her legs wide.
The boys crowded around as Joe spread the lips of her cunt with his thumbs, revealing to them all the smooth pink walls of her cunt that glistened in the light. "Look at that!" Joe said in a breathless voice.
The boys crowded around and Sally closed her eyes tightly shut and stretched her legs wider. "Is she ever ready!" one boy said.
"Let me fuck it!" another voice shouted.
"Not until she says so!" Joe's voice said, his tone rising in excitement.
Sally was lying across the table with her head thrown back so she couldn't see the boys, all she could see was the trailer upside down. She didn't care. They could do with her as they pleased. They could do anything they wanted with her but, oh God, they had to hurry!
"Fuck me, fuck me, please, somebody," she said in a low, half-pleading voice. "Suck me, fuck me, do anything you want to me!" she said dreamily, her body teased and eager for the multitudinous orgasms she knew she would begin to experience.
"Beg for it!" Joe commanded.
"Please fuck me, please, all of you fuck me!" Hearing herself begging to be fucked shot shame through her that strangely turned to a kind of masochistic joy and added to the fires already smoldering in her belly. It was true! She'd like nothing better!
"Beg more!" Joe's voice came to her as he began to play with her widely exposed clitoris, sending spasms of intense pleasure shooting through her.
"I beg you, please fuck me, fuck the life out of me!" she groaned helplessly, hissing the words through tightly clenched teeth.
"Okay," Joe's voice said, "and this time everybody is going to be watching."
Slowly she felt her cunt being spread open with young fingers down between her widespread thighs, then being forced wide by the head of Joe's cock and she began moaning, knowing that she couldn't stop. She began wiggling her buttocks hungrily forward, wanting all of his young hard cock in her, wanting to fuck him and feel his hard young body in her arms. Slowly, it sank in, pushing the smooth wet walls of her cunt in rippling waves before it, and two other boys had her ankles now, forcing them wider apart until she thought she'd be split in two. "Look at that, she really wants it!" a boy whispered excitedly.
"Yes, yes, I want it! I want all of you to fuck me!" Sally cried out, moving her buttocks around and around in the most lascivious way possible to excite them further. Joe plunged in deeper and began fucking in and out with Sally panting, "Fuck me hard, faster, faster!"
Joe responded with a grunt, cupping her firm rippling buttocks in both hands and pumping for all he was worth, his rough fingers finding her tight puckered little anus like a belly button and one of them popping in, causing her to cry out in surprise.
She was too sexually excited to care about the pressure and she shamelessly rotated and ground her hips, thrusting up to get more of his hard cock in her inflamed cunt. The two of them fucked hard, with the boys cheering them on. Joe was using all his strength, lifting Sally's back off the table and slamming her down again with a steady thudding sound. Joe yelled and Sally could feel his cock swelling against the supersensitive walls of her hot cunt and she clawed the air, begging "No, no! Wait for me!"
But Joe couldn't. He pumped maddeningly into her cunt and filled her hungrily quivering belly with hot sperm. Then with a groan, he pulled free and staggered back.
He was immediately replaced between her legs by another boy and Sally gave a groan of gratitude as she felt a different, thicker but shorter, prick slip wetly into her cunt.
"Hell," a voice said, "I ain't gonna miss supper waiting." A young boy, barely twelve, came around the table and into Sally's view. He looked upside down from her reclining position and all the blood was rushing to her head but she could see his young erect cock and the sparse young pubic hair on his pubsecent balls. She reached for them and cradled them lovingly in her hands. Then she softly felt the hardness of his rigid youthful cock, finally squeezing it in her hand. It felt so good, so warm and hard and even though she had done it only once before to such a young boy, she knew it would taste good.
She opened her mouth and licked all around the head with her soft wet tongue then eagerly took it in her mouth, her lipstick -rimmed lips closing firmly and softly around it.
The boy went berserk and immediately began fucking in and out of her mouth as fast as he could. Sally reached behind him and cupped his buttocks in her hands and drew him closer with all her aroused strength.
Down between her widespread thighs, the faceless boy fucking her in the cunt gasped, "Look at that, look at her go!" He suddenly roared and came, his nails digging into Sally's buttocks as he fucked great cascading squirts of hot scalding cum into her cunt.
He fell away to be replaced by yet another cock. Sally wiggled her buttocks as hard as she could, her body covered with sweat and a strange lewd power coming over her. By being wanton and lewd, by excitedly doing what was driving her into a frenzy of lasciviousness, she was able to hold some strange power over the boys and excite them into quick, but hugely satisfying orgasms.
The thought of all the boys watching as two of them were fucking into her cunt and mouth at the same time excited her all the more and she felt her own orgasm coming like a mighty rising tidal wave. With her hands, she could feel the boys buttocks beginning to tremble and she sucked as hungrily and as hard as she could, eager for the first hot drink of cum to gush down her throat and join that of Joe and the other boy who had already emptied their sperm deep up between her legs into her hotly flaming cunt walls.
The boy didn't disappoint her and came like a raging young bull in her mouth with her cheeks bulging to accept every last drop.
The boy backed off to be replaced by another boy, Sally just having time to catch her breath and swirl her tongue around her sperm covered lips several times. She groaned with delight as she wetly ovaled her mouth over still another cock.
The boys were all talking in low voices now, crowding closer as Sally sucked and fucked, delirious now, nearing her own orgasm. Hands, young boy hands were stroking her body. Then a mouth found its way onto her nipple and began sucking and biting. Then another mouth on her other breast. Then there were tongues licking all over her body while one boy fucked into her willing cunt and another fucked into her greedily sucking mouth.
Someone took her hand and put a prick in it and she seized it eagerly. Then the other hand. Eagerly, she stroked the young swelling pricks while tongues licked and caressed her body and nibbled maddeningly at her breasts and two boys fucked her.
This was heaven, this was all she ever wanted for the rest of her life! These boys could come and do whatever they wanted every night for the rest of her life! She'd do anything they wanted!
Sally went rigid, an orgasm was coming that was surely going to split her in two. She gave a muffled cry of fear before she lifted herself off the table and came and came again in great shuddering waves that left her thoughtless and helpless as the boys went on fucking her helplessly aroused twenty-six year old body, one cumming in her mouth, another cumming in her hand and spilling hot, young boy semen over her body. Then they all seemed to be cumming everywhere, all the time, their faces a blur and only their cocks coming into focus as one after another came and Sally kept cumming, hardly able to breathe, totally unable to control her body which jerked and twitched uncontrollably.
"Hold it!" Joe commanded somewhere above her. "Let her up, that position must be breaking her back."
They helped her up to a sitting position where her head lolled and she felt weak and dizzy. So much so, she gave out a little cry and Joe propped her naked, sperm-coated body up and offered her a drink from the bottle of Wild Turkey. Eagerly, she took it, choking it down. "Get her over on the bed!"
Sally got slowly to her feet and smiled vaguely at the naked boys around her. Few were taller than she, but most were her own size and smaller. In front of her, she saw the boy who had cum first, when she had stood in front of him and he had licked her nude breasts. With a smile and a soft, "Come here," she sank to her knees and took his soft young prick in her hands and put it in her mouth.
A few strokes of her tongue and a gentle sucking made it spring to life, swell, filling her mouth and growing hard. Sally was ecstatic; she knew young boys could recuperate much faster than older men.
Another boy was crowding near, pushing on her shoulder. Sally groped with her hand and grasped his prick and stroked it with her hand, feeling it grow under her touch. Then she turned to suck it while stroking the first one.
As the boys crowded around, Sally turned on her knees. Always, an erect cock in front of her eyes eager to be sucked.
"Hey," a voice called from the rear, "How about me? I ain't had nothing yet!"
The boys laughed and shoved forward another young naked boy, who was barely twelve and looking at Sally down on her knees with wide open eyes.
Sally loved his innocence and self-consciousness. She held her arms out. "Come here and I'll be good to you," she crooned. The boy shuffled forward and jumped, coltishly, when Sally touched his body. Sally laughed. It was enchanting to see them so eager and so unsure. She pulled the boy forward while his companions urged him on. Gently, rhythmically, she began sucking his erect young cock, holding it tenderly in both hands while everyone crowded around. The boy yelled and grabbed his companions for support as almost instantaneously he came into her mouth, springing like a young buck in summer.
Sally swallowed all of his sweet cum and licked the head of his cock clean. The boy fell away and then room was made clear as they half carried her to the bed.
A young boy said, "I want to lick her pussy!"
Sally was helped onto the bed and lay with her legs sprawled open, her feet dangling down on either side of the bed while the boy crouched over her and began licking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Sally smiled up, her body writhing slowly and sensuously, grasping other cocks in her hands while the boy hungrily licked her trembling pussy, exploring it with his tongue, probing deep, arousing her passion again as she crooned, "Oh, do that, that's lovely, do it some more, that's beautiful." The boy licked away, his whole mouth covering her cunt and sucking on her clitoris until she moaned out in a trembling voice, "I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming. I'm, oh God, I'm cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmming, oh God, I'm going to cuuuuuuuummmmmmm! Aaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaa!" she screamed as still another orgasm hit her with the speed and force of an express train.
Sally lay heaving for her breath, unable to move or think.
"Boy, I'd like to have some pictures of her."
There was a chorus of disappointment. "Aaaaaahhhhhh," and a young boy leaned over Sally and said, "Hey, next time can we take pictures of you with that polaroid over there on the dresser?"
It was the final debasement. It wasn't enough that these boys had fucked her half-silly and lured her into utter depravity. It wasn't enough that she'd do whatever they wished and do it in front of others. It wasn't enough. With a callousness typical of the young, with an unconscious cruelty, they now wanted her to pose for pictures, pose naked and lewd, doing obscene things. They now wanted pictures that they could keep and show to their friends, had around and brag about what she was like. They wanted her to be nothing more than a common whore, a slut with whom they could do what they wanted. And strangely the idea excited her again involuntarily, she began moving her hips, smiling, looking around at all their young underdeveloped cocks and bodies, wishing that that moment might go on forever. "Of course," she breathed heavily, her eyes smoky and uncomprehending, "I told you I'd do anything you wanted. You could even take pictures of each of you fucking me!"
The feeling of total subjugation and lewdness made her writhe with passion and still another boy responded to her, climbing on top of her, kissing her full on the mouth as she entwined her arms and legs around him, feeling his cock sliding into her ready and wanting cunt.
Lying on her back, she found that she could look up and see through lust-dimmed eyes all the boys gathered around, staring down as she fucked away. The idea excited her even more and, as the boy came, she jerked his prick free and held it in her hands so that he came all over the soft, sparse pubic hair surrounding her cunt. When he was finished, she closed her eyes and with the palms of her hands smeared it all over her breasts and stomach.
"Suck me!" another boy demanded. Sally rose from the bed and the boy lay down on it, Sally crouching over him and holding his cock in her hands, licking, in a teasing way at first then sucking, taking all of his small young cock in her mouth down to his almost visible pubic hairs.
Someone behind seized her buttocks and guided her buttocks up so that she was kneeling on the bed. Sally thrilled. It was exciting not to know, not even to care who it was fucking you from behind. All that mattered was that there were plenty of cocks and there seemed no end to those.
Sally felt the exquisite pleasure of her thighs being spread as still another cock rammed home from behind and a young boy began pumping with wild, animalistic grunts as her head bobbed over another cock. Unbelievably, she felt another orgasm coming on when a voice yelled, "Hey, I see some lights coming this way!"
Immediately, the place exploded, Sally being knocked to the floor as legs and feet rushed back and forth, gathering up clothing. Some of the legs rushed to the windows. Sally heard someone's voice call, "Hey, that's my dad!"
Something like a great chunk of ice suddenly lodged in the pit of her stomach. It couldn't be! It mustn't be! Frantically, she felt on the floor for her clothes as bodies hurdled and cradled around her, each boy fighting to get in his clothes, knocking elbows and knees with hissed, "Shit,"
"fuck,"
"Goddam".
Frantically, the young nurse tried to gather up a pair of Levi's and found herself in a tug-of-war with a tow-headed boy who pulled them away from her. "They're mine, they're mine."
Crawling on her hands and knees she tried to get from the trailer into the car, to lay low while the boys scampered through woods for dear life. There, in the back seat of her red station wagon, Joe's father found the redheaded twenty-six year old nurse huddled, with only a flannel shirt hugging her otherwise naked body.
CHAPTER SIX
"Yep, that's where I found her," said Joe's father, Ed, the next afternoon as he discussed the case with the local sheriff. "Huddled back there in the back seat of her station wagon, tear streamin' down her face. He lit his cigar with a deep puff. "Poor dear, she was dingin' to the door handle screamin' at me. But I pried her little hands loose."
Ed crossed his legs in front of him, resting them on the Pine County Sheriff's desk, scratched and battered from years of assault at the hands of would-be criminals, and flicked his cigar ashes on the bare wooden floor, now creaking as his-chair's back legs dug into its marred surface.
Although the sheriff was a hard man who had become cynical over the years, dealing with hardened criminals who would kill their grandmother for a dime, he was not without a heart. He would patiently listen to Ed's case.
Having been frequenter of the Pine Branch for many years, he knew Ed to be an honest, upright citizen.
"Now I know that none of the boys wanted to press charges and those little buggers all told different stories, but we just can't let loose women like that get away with corrupting our youth. First it was drugs and we got that one settled, thank God," moaned the paunchy old man, his forehead advancing as if sparring with his hairline. "But we just can't have these wild women running around the country side seducing our kids!" The sheriff slammed his heavy fist down on the desk, making it rattle and vibrate even under the heavy weight of Ed's crossed legs.
"Now wait a minute!" snapped Ed. "I known you for many a year and I ain't ever known you to lie, but nobody," he let his legs slip from the desk hitting the floor with a heavy thud, "nobody gonna tell me that young lady is rapin' our kids!" His pupils dilated with anger. "If it hadn't a been for the bus driver we might all be sorry that the law hadn't stepped in to protect that poor young lady in the first place. If it hadn't been for his suspicions when all the Brookside boys got off at that turn in the road, who knows what might have happened. When the driver told me, I rushed right out there, closed down the bar." Ed took a long thoughtful drag off his cigar. "How many young women you know got guts enough to travel around like Miss Riley and give kids a physical examination because their parents ain't got money or time to take 'em to the doctor?" He stared into the sheriff's cool blue eyes.
"But your son said she asked them over for a party...."
Ed leaned forward over the edge of the desk, his chair scraping over the varnished hard wood floor and stared into the sheriff's eyes, unblinking. "I know that since my wife died, I ain't had time to devote to Joe. Now I know he's a precocious kid-least ways that's what his teacher tells me. He's full of the devil. Just like his old man," Ed smiled broadly. "But you gotta give the kid credit. He got good taste." With that last sentence, he resumed his more relaxed position and blew a large smoke ring over the sheriff's balding head.
"There is only one way I'm gonna let that wayward women outta this jail, and that's by somebody taking responsibility for her." The sheriff returned the bar owner's piercing gaze. "I got a kid myself darn near twelve. How can I know he's gonna be safe on the streets with a commie like that running around these parts!"
"With a what? Commie. Come on Sheriff, I never guessed you to be the sort." And then thoughtfully. "Okay. If she consents for me to take her home-and I will take full responsibility for her-" he said with a nod. "Then will you let her go?"
"Agreed."
The sheriff extended his heavy palm and shook Ed's hand.
"Want to go see her now? She don't look so pretty, I gotta warn ya."
Ed nodded and the sheriff picked up the master key from off the hook near his desk. "Follow me," he said with a wave of his hand.
Far in the corner of the cell, laying prostrated on the bed, her hair disheveled about her face stuck together in unnatural curls by the copious streams of eleven year old cum, lay the nurse. Although she was only twenty-six, Sally no longer looked young. People would have guessed her to be older. Her face was pale and drawn, and there were lines around the eyes and mouth. But it was her eyes that were old; they had a dimness and seemed to lack luster. The sheriff had to call her name several times before she would even lift her head off the dirty, stained pillow.
"What you doin' lockin' up a woman like this?" Ed's sensitive and sympathetic eyes fell on the redheaded woman. "Poor lady. She needs some good home cookin' to get her back to life."
"She's all yours, Ed."
"Sally?" The sheriff opened the door for Ed who, with his cigar in his hand crouched down at the side of the dirty single bed mattress. "Sally?" he repeated.
Sally's eyes opened laxly and she moaned. The bar owner reached over and taking her clammy alabaster hand in his, bent over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Sally...." he started. "I ain't never been too good at words, ain't never had too much real schoolin', but I want to know if, if...." he stammered, looking over his shoulders at the sheriff who stood with his legs astride, his hands on his hips, the key dangling from his finger. Ed waved him away with his hand.
"Anyways, I been talkin' to the sheriff and he says that if I take you on as my responsibility, he'll let you go. Otherwise he's gonna call your mother."
The last words brought Sally Riley back to consciousness and she stirred, her body moving for the first time in two days.
"Now I know you don't want your mother to know about this," Sally's entire body jumped this time. "So what I'm askin', is for ya' to marry me." He waited for a response. "Joey, he...." Sally quaked again. "Joey," Ed repeated the magic word, "well, he needs a mother and I just ain't got the time to give him proper learnin'."
Sally opened her dark hollowed eyes and smiled. Somewhere in her consciousness she heard him mention Joey. She wasn't just certain what it all meant but she nodded anyway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a small wedding held in the local Presbyterian Church of Sally's home town. Not one of the relatives could understand Sally's abrupt change of plans-they all were convinced she'd be an old maid for sure, so particular was she in the males she dated. "Old and flabby," is how she'd described them.
But they all wished her a happy marriage anyway and kissed her on the cheek, tears welling in their eyes, and then whispered to each other "Can you imagine why our dear Sally would marry a bartender with an eleven year old son?" Everyone that is, except for her brother Allen who merely smiled as if he alone knew the secret to Sally's desires. He knew why they were bring along Ed's eleven year old son on their honeymoon.
That night the couple left for a honeymoon to the Badlands. Sally had always wanted to see the presidents' heads at Mount Rushmore and with plans for buying a new house closer to town and all, this would probably be their last opportunity for a vacation for a while.
This, their honeymoon night, the couple checked into a hotel in Rapid City where Sally stripped naked in front of him while Ed snorted and tore at his own clothing. She lay on the bed, smiling, hiding her disgust at his flabby aging body and let him crawl on top of her. With her hand, she nursed his average-sized cock erect and guided it into her cunt, letting him make love to her while she closed her eyes and thought of Joey and Allen until they were confused in her mind.
With Ed snoring like a heated stallion beside her and liquor clouding his breath, Sally surreptitiously snuck out of bed and not bothering to slip her robe on over her bare shoulders, she snuck down the hall to the hotel room next door.
"Joey?" she whispered.
"Huh?"
She neared the bed and stripped off her nightgown. Joe did the same and lay down on the bed as she directed.
She crouched over him and licked and sucked his cock stiff and hard and then straddled him and fucked him then rolled over while he got on top of her and fucked away until he stopped and said, "Is this your idea of something new? You said you'd teach me some new things, but we been doin' this for the past week."
She was thrilled by his indifferent callous boy tone. To him she was just an object, an object to have pleasure with; but now that she was legally his mother, she would have to dream up new games to keep him interested. It would not be easy competing with eighth grade girls.
Very well. There was nothing left but the final thrilling debasement of herself. She would let him do something to her that would make him remember her forever as his lover. The thought of it was so exciting to her, she trembled, "Get off me, Joey," she whispered.
Bored, he rolled off her and Sally rolled over on her stomach. Getting to her knees with her head still lying on the bed, she reached behind and spread the cheeks of her buttocks as wide as she could. "Fuck me," she whispered.
Joey looked utterly appalled. "That's new?" We've done that a hundred times, too." Sally was gasping for breath. "No, look, darling, please fuck me there!"
Joe sat up. He knew what she wanted. "I've never done that before."
"I know. Please?" she begged.
Joe stroked his whiskerless little chin. "I don't know."
"Please," Sally begged, "Please. Fuck me.
Fuck me in the ass!"
As the words were hissed out, both of them were aroused as never before. "Fuck me in the ass. Please, I'm begging you to!"
Joe got to his knees behind her and put his hands on her smooth excitedly quivering buttocks. "I ... I don't know," he said, his breath coming quickly.
"Please!" Sally wailed. "It'll feel good and tight and I can milk your little cock with it!" Her adopted son kneeled behind her, positioning the hard head of his pubescent cock against the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. He pushed forward, watching the head of his cock flatten uselessly against the small brown hole. He tried several times and finally stopped, panting. "I can't get it in! It's too tight!"
Sally whirled around and licked and sucked his cock until it was wet and slippery with her saliva. "There now, try, hurry." she gasped. "We have to do this before your father wakes up." Now come on!" She sounded almost angry.
Joe tried again, bearing down on her, and spreading her anus with his thumbs until Sally thought she would scream against the momentary pain. Then all of a sudden she thought she would pass out as the probing head slowly popped inside, spreading the cheeks of her buttocks wider and wider until she thought her pelvis would snap in two.
"Oh, this is fun!" Joe cried out above her, his little curly head bobbing up over the curve of her back. "This is great, Mom!" He fucked on, sinking his cock deeper and deeper in her anus, inch by inch as Sally's pain-contorted face was forced down on the bed again and again, crying out with pleasure and moaning with pain at the same time.
Joe sunk it in deep and then began fucking her with vengeance, gasping, "I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, you fucking whore!"
Sally thrilled at the words. Her body was electric as she realized this was the final step; she could sink no lower-she was his mother now, he her son and they were fucking together while her husband snored away, sawing wood back and forth in the next room.
Feeling her body helpless beneath him, feeling his cock in such a tight place, Joe went mad for the instant and fucked her with a reckless disregard for anything.
They fucked furiously as they heard Ed next door thrashing in sleep; they fucked, sweating with redoubled effort, moaning and gasping out loud as they heard Ed clomp his feet on the floor. They fucked with all their might, nearing a gigantic orgasm as they heard Ed call, "Where are you Sally?"
Sally knew it was insane to be fucking her own son on her wedding night, but she didn't care, slid didn't give a damn about anything in the world other than this boy, her adopted son Joe fucking her in the asshole until she came and came as she had never cum before.
There was a timid knock at the door, and Joe went wild, his cock swelling and Sally underneath him, now pushing up in a kind of suicidal abandon, taking each thrust of his as deep as she could. One hand of his slipped down under her undulating belly and felt for her soft warm cunt, and his fingers parted the soft sparse pubic hair and slipped up and felt the hard underside of his young cock separated only by the thin wall of soft palpitating flesh between her cunt and rectum.
"Joey?" a voice asked. There was a pause and they fucked hard, Sally's massive breasts jiggling under her with the nipples scuffing the blankets and exciting her all the more. Their bodies were glistening in sweat as they gasped for breath and fucked with all their might, and Ed said, "Are you asleep?"
Just then Sally gave out an unearthly sound and her body convulsed and twitched and her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth hung open and she drooled, caught in her own orgasm. Above her, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, Joe was fucking her for all he was worth and yelling, bellowing, doubling over her desperately hollowing buttocks as he came, again and again into her hungrily milking rectal walls.
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"What were you doin' in there?" asked Ed through droopy eyelids. He covered his mouth in a deep yawn. Sally smelled the alcohol on his dank breath and scowled.
"Just checking in on Joey. Want to be good mother to that boy of yours."
A flabby arm found its way around her shoulders. "you'll make him a great mother, I can tell."
