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 Boy Scout Mother by Jackson Robard the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had Ellen Harris faced up to her unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish she suffered would logically have been avoided.
Mr. Robard 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 widest 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 properly 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 reexamined, 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.
Mr. Robard 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.
CHAPTER ONE
Ellen Harris hardly knew why she was doing the pie-thing with Carl gone, especially apple, when she seldom ate it herself. It was silly, but she had to do something besides trying to keep her spirits aloft with the vodka bottle, and there was, in her lonely alcohol-edged mind, a perfect correlation between her handsome, young husband and homemade apple-pie.
The curvaceous, twenty-two year old blonde wife sprinkled flour over the flattened layer of dough, blinking smoky-blue eyes to hold back their stinging tears. A month was like a lifetime when you had been married only eighteen months, she disconsolately thought, and this was just the second day without him! Damn the Everwise Company, anyway! Why couldn't they have sent someone else to open their blasted Eastern Regional office? Certainly, they had enough older, henpecked husbands on their staff; any one of them would probably have given his right-arm to desert his wife for a whole month ...!
The front-door buzzer startled Ellen as usual, its staccato zip-zip-zip even more aggravating in its urgency. Who the devil could it be this time of the afternoon? A salesman...? Not some coffee-clatcher, she hoped, brushing the flour from her hands with a tea towel. God, she doubted that she could put up with any of her girlfriends in her present mood ... On second thought, she took a healthy taste of her vodka-orange just in case, touched at her long, pony-tailed blonde hair, and moved through the small, cozy living room toward the entranceway. Zip-zip-zip!
Lord, I'm coming! What's the damned hurry? She mentally snapped, almost jerking the barrier open to the hot, California sunshine, quite unprepared for the pathetic sight of the crying boy standing before her! The bloodied handkerchief the two-headed youth held covering his nose and mouth caused an immediate emotion of alarm to dash through her, the irritation of seconds before abruptly forgotten!
"Wh-What is it, Dear? What's happened?" the young wife gasped, pushing open the screened-door and quickly bending down to get a closer look at the source of his problem. She wasn't certain that she knew him, but that hardly mattered! He was a sobbing, injured boy, perhaps a dozen years old ... and he'd came to her door! "Here ... let me have a look," she insisted, gently removing the handkerchief to see that his young nose was profusely bleeding.
"I-I fell off my bike...!" he whimperingly choked, and Ellen looked beyond him to see the bicycle lying on its side in her front yard. "I-I didn't want to bother you, but ... but all this blood ... I was afraid, Mrs. Harris...!"
"You did the right thing, Darling," the voluptuous blonde girl assured him, subconsciously trying with little success to establish his identity behind the smears of blood. He was undoubtedly a neighborhood boy, she gathered, ushering him into the house toward the davenport. "You lie down right here while I get some cold water and cloths so that we can stop that bleeding. That's it ... put your feet right up and stretch out...."
"I-I don't want to get blood on anything," he said.
"Don't worry about that," she smiled warmly down at him. "Just hold the hanky to your nose and I'll be right back. There now, don't move...."
A familiar feeling of inherent tenderness had already flushed Ellen's delicately complexioned cheeks, the incident stirring smoldering association in her sensitive, feminine mind. She found a basin and face-cloths, drawing water from the kitchen tap, while simultaneously sipping at her vodka-orange, dormant memories of her young, adopted brother fleetingly trickling through her brain in liquored flashes.
"D-Do I know you, Dear?" Ellen questioned, dropping to the floor on her knees beside him, ignoring the white, thigh-exposing tug her tiny skirt had taken when she sat back on the fully rounded curves of her lush buttocks. "You called me 'Mrs. Harris'."
"My ... my big brother, Jack is in Mr. Harris's Scout Troup," the boy managed as she applied a cold cloth to the back of his neck, then began to lightly wipe the drying blood from his youthfully bright face. The appreciative expression in his juvenile brown-eyes triggered the second sensate response within her. "I'm Jimmy Worden ... my father, Al Worden, owns Ace Used Cars. We live three blocks up the street...."
He winced then, his young hands suddenly reaching toward his abdomen, the painful little gesture causing Ellen's eyes to widen in somewhat dazed concern. "A-Are you hurt, J-Jimmy?" she anxiously questioned, a dozen confused thoughts racing through her mind at the same time.
"No ... no honest ... I just caught myself there when I fell, is all," the boy replied, his own adolescent cheeks blushing as he averted her eyes. "M-My sprocket-chain broke, and I-I couldn't stop...!"
He had bravely ceased his sobbing, Ellen saw, and the tinge of red to his face was quite visible where she had removed the blood-smears, that source of injury, too, seeming to rapidly subside. The bleeding was growing less and less. Still, she continued her nursing ablutions, while her brain functioned on the fuzzy-side of her liquored stimulation. Al Worden! Yes, of course, the smoothie, the swinger many of the wives liked to gossip about over mid-morning coffee, the gleams in their eyes something less than domestic.
God, what any girl could ever see in a middle-aged, long-haired, self-captioned Adonis like Al Worden was beyond her! His wife, Jimmy's mother, was completely out of the picture ... divorced or dead ... no one seemed to know, and he lived with a raven-haired, sensually striking young woman named Margot something, who did little but bask beside their pool and cavort in teeny bikinis ... or so they said, but Ellen really didn't know and cared less. The boy's brother, she thought she remembered from Carl's Scout troop, but she wasn't certain of that either. There were so many ... she would make a point of singling him out tonight if he came when she played Scout-mistress in her husband's absence....
"M-My little brother's name was Jimmy," the nursing young wife said, brushing the boy's heavy shock of blondish hair back from his forehead, hardly seeing his intriguing, dark young eyes that were looking up into her glazing ones. "I used to take care of him ... He wasn't my real brother; my parents adopted him. He was ten ... and I was thirteen ... my mother died shortly after, and I-I looked after him...."
"Wh-Where is he now, Mrs. Harris?" Jimmy Worden asked when she fell into an awkward silence.
"H-He's ... he's dead ... from the war, Jimmy ... Viet Nam," Ellen heard her own words that were still unbelievable to her! Yes ... he was dead! Jimmy gone ... the little brother she had slept with ... kissed ... loved ... sucked! Yes ... yes ... sucked so many, many times ...!
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris," Jimmy Worden said, the tears in the pretty young woman's eyes giving him a very uneasy feeling. "M-Maybe, I better go now...."
Ellen automatically restrained him from getting up from the couch, her thoughts coming back to the immediate as she found a smile to warmly glow down onto his face. "You'll do nothing of the kind, Darling. Not yet ... not until I'm certain you're all right," she said, picking up the basin and rising a little unsteadily to her feet. "I want to get some fresh water. You still have blood on your face, Baby, and we don't want to let you go home this way."
"A-All right," Jimmy answered, not really minding it. She was probably the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his whole life! He'd really thought so for a long time ... thought about how it would be having her smile right at him alone, the way she probably did at Jack when he sometimes came to Scout meetings. But, he'd never dreamed it would just haul right off and happen to him! Jack was sixteen, and those things with girls and women happened to groovy guys like him! The truth was, he'd like to join the troop now, too, but Jack said it was "baby-stuff ... shit stick, he always said, and he didn't attend much, anymore, either....
"Here we are, Darling!" Mrs. Harris said, dropping onto her knees beside him once more, the front of her blouse bouncing with the pointed, fullness of her breasts sticking right out and making the button-holes strain! "We'll just clean you up a little more ... but ... but you should lie here awhile until we're sure your nose won't start bleeding again, Darling."
Darling! She kept calling him that! Darling and Dear! Crap, it was hurting down there where he'd dinged one of his nuts, and only because his thingo was getting hard! It was all the darlings and dears, plus the sight of her tits, even bigger than Margot's, sticking out that way ... and the manner in which she kept looking at him...! He could even smell her ... like a flower, or something ... and it was getting harder and harder every second! Crap, he hoped she didn't notice ... or he hadn't hurt himself real bad there ... but with his thingo getting stiff, he could feel it aching way up in the pit of his gut ...!
"What's wrong, Baby?" Ellen pressed, his little facial grimace pointedly registering in her observing eye. She clutched at his smaller hand. "You did hurt yourself!" she insisted, her view fastened to where his other hand had responsively brushed at the upper portion of his young groin. "I-I better have a look, Darling!" she stressed, swallowing at the growing dryness in her throat. "If there's something wrong, we should get you to a doctor...!"
"B-But honest ... there's nothing wrong, Mrs. Harris!" Jimmy gurgled in a half-whisper, his dark eyes growing marblish in a combination of fear and embarrassment. "Honest ... I'll just go on home...!"
"No! Not until I'm sure!" the blonde, young wife emphatically persisted, her slender white hands moving quickly to his trouser belt and fly-front, the tugging downward of his pants off his narrow, young hips an almost eager act, her eyes glued to the obvious, youthful swelling beneath the white cotton of his shorts.
Ellen's uncontrollably excited mind raced to a rhythm set from a time and world forcibly buried in the past! But as she leaned over him, and the heady aroma of his youth taunted her liquored senses, Ellen Harris realized that she had never accepted the past ... merely out waited it!
Her Jimmy was still alive ... right there beneath her, waiting for her to do 'tingly' things to him, as he used to say ...!
"I ... ah ... what're you doing, Mrs. Harris ... holy crap?" Jimmy Worden gulped, lifting his head to see the pretty blonde woman rolling his shorts down over his hips, her blue-eyes like hazily gleaming jewels as his swollen cock bobbled...! Oh, man! There he was, all naked from his belly-button to his knees, while she just hung up over him gaping down at it! Crap! Wh-What was she trying to do, anyway...?
Ellen's young brain reeled in its spirits-grogged state as she stared down at the erotic sight of his boyish genitals completely exposed before her! As stiff as an arrow-shaft his virile young penis hugged rigidly against his white, youthful belly, hardly longer or thicker than her middle finger ... smaller than she would have guessed! Perhaps, he was younger than twelve, she vaguely reasoned, her excited eyes riveted on its moistened reddish tip, the outline of its mushroomed-shaped head visible through the covering white sheath of its foreskin! Below, and tautly attached, were his smooth, developing testicles, reminding her of a walnut-shell in looks, size and shape! A sprinkling of blondish fuzz grew at the puffy white flesh around the base of his penis, that in itself as wildly stimulating as anything to her ...!
Good God, she was madly drunk ... had to be ... had to be! In fact, she'd been in the unwanted bottle's hazy realm since some two-hours following Carl's leaving the morning before, she nebulously remembered ... and it was his fault ... his! Never in her life had she consumed so much, or so consistently! She'd begged him not to go ... not to leave her! A few days, perhaps; she could have contended with that ... but an entire month ...!
Ellen barely heard Jimmy's gasping question as she brushed her hand along the youthful smoothness of his tensed thigh ... until she was curling her slender white fingers around the hot, hardness of his young cock! "Ungh ... wh-what're you doing, M--Mrs. Harris...?" he reflexively lurched, half-whispering the words deep in his young throat.
The curvaceous blonde wife could barely breathe, she was that emotionally tense! Her mouth went cotton-dry at the lust-provoking intoxication the sight and feel of his stiffened juvenile penis was firing through her sensually aroused loins and belly. Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy! M-My own little brother! Oh God, yes...! She took it, then, between thumb and forefinger to gently draw the outer layer of skin back, revealing its moistened, delicately purple glans!
Again, the boy lurched beneath her sensuous fondling of his rigidly hardened cock, then, in a husky voice, she said: "I-I just wanted to be sure you didn't injure this ... this important little fellow, Jimmy ... Does it hurt ... when I do that?"
"I ... oh ... I don't think so...." the boy gasped, watching her soft, white hand moving up and down with his thingo right between her thumb and forefinger! She continued sliding the skin over, then back off its head the way he sometimes did it himself, each stroke causing prickling sensations to run right through it up into his belly! Even where he'd really banged himself didn't hurt anymore!
"D-Do you like me to do it, Darling? Does it feel all 'tingly'?" Ellen tremulously whispered, working her massaging fingers a little faster up and down the slender, hard rod of his boy-cock the way she had always done for him! It'd been so long ... so long ... and she'd missed him so, she excitedly thought, her lustful intentions filling her with mounting, lecherous passion! "Tell Ellen how it fells, Jimmy love! Don't be afraid!"
"Unh ... I-I don't know ... unnnhhh...!" he stammered, uncertain what to say or do! Man ... it felt good, all right...."tingly" like she'd said ... but ... but they shouldn't be doing it! He knew that! His dad had told him about men and older boys trying to do things to him and not to let him ... though he'd never said anything about women, or girls ...!
Wow ... it gave him a crazy feeling in his belly watching her hand move up and down as she did it ...!
Ellen's liquor-steeped mind moved back and forth in a haze of past and present; yet in all truth, she knew exactly what she was doing! The playing with identities was nothing more than an adaptable camouflage for her shameful guilt! She was about to commit one of the most forbidden of lecherous acts ... the licentious seduction of a small boy ... and she was ... she had to! S-She had to kiss it ... touch it with her tongue, to taste and suck it!
She was not surprised when suddenly its stiffened length abruptly began to shrink into limpness. How often her little brother's pre-pubescent cock had done the same thing right in her mouth!
"H-How old are you, little darling?" the lust-incited, blonde wife questioned in a whisper.
"Al-Almost twelve," he managed, his dark-brown eyes widely glued to the sight of her gently stroking hand.
"I-It's so nice and big for such a young boy," Ellen flattered, knowing now that he would be unable to cum, that provocative knowledge adding knew fermentations to her intensively aroused desire!
It was her calculated praise as well as her continuous stroking, she knew, that restored his youthful rod of boy-cock into almost immediate re-hardness, and again she extracted the moistened, swollen head from its protective foreskin. The way the slender length of it tried to snugly hug against the flatness of his white belly lecherously fascinated her; it had been so long since she'd seen or held her own Jimmy's!
Carl's, like all men, poled out from his hair loins, long and thick ... a handsome cock, but lacking for her the intriguing delicacy of such as this youthfully unsoiled gem!
"What ... what're you going to do with ... with it?" Ellen heard Jimmy's near-stifled question as she went on stroking his rigid, adolescent cock, aware now of the wetness that had seeped from between her vibrantly flushed vaginal lips to dampen the tiny strip of nylon panties between her hot thighs. Intentionally, she pressed her soft, excited loins against the cushioned edge of the davenport where she knelt, clutching her full thighs tensely together, the muscular action and frictioned pressure causing sensations of erogenous pleasure to ripple through her curvaceous young body.
"I-I'm going to love it for you, Jimmy darling!" the intensely aroused young wife hissed, her tiny pink tongue easing out to moisten her lush, arid lips. "Y-You mustn't be afraid! Just lie right there and watch Ellen, Baby! She's going to make you very happy...!"
"Gee ... I ... I don't know, Mrs. Harris ... I'm kind of scared!" Jimmy Worden whimpered, lifting his head higher to watch wide-eyed as her pretty face lowered down over his jerking thingo, her wet lips right above it! Oh shit stick! He saw the pinkness of her little moistened tongue dart out to touch his prick right on the tip! "Unnnhhh!" he grunted out with a responding lurch of his youthful hips, gaping at the tip of her tiny tongue trying to worm into the bitty hole where he peed! He couldn't hold back his whimper as a confusing shiver raced up his back at the sight of her bringing her lipsticked mouth down to slip right over the wetly shining head in a lip-locking pressure that made him bleat like a frightened goat!
The overwhelmed, half-naked boy couldn't restrain his childish whines of bewildered, emotions. Reflexively, he thrust his juvenile loins upward, shoving his rigid length of penile flesh into the hot, wet cavern beyond her tightly clasping lips! He gaped at them moistly ovaled around his swollen cock like an elastic band, then sliding moistly down all the way until her little nose was pressed against his belly, his whole eagerly throbbing shaft sucked right up into the wet heat of her pretty mouth!
Jimmy watched, his astonished breaths bursting from his youthful lungs in short, panting rasps, while she sucked upward off its jerking tip, then began to crazily lick it with her little moistened tongue! Like she was giving it a bath, she brushed and tongue-stroked it all over, from his nuts along its underside to the tingling ridge of its purple knob which was whiny-wet and sticking out from its pulled-back skin! Oh wow ... he hoped he didn't get in trouble for letting her do it to him! He didn't know why she was doing it, but he didn't want her to stop! She was washing ... playing ... loving it like she said, with every soft lick of her hot tongue ... and then she was going back down its underside to his very balls again ...!
Ellen's excited belly and feverish loins were an inferno of frenziedly churning sensations at the forbiddenness of her lecherous act ... thrilling, lustful fermentations that were only equal in avidity to a time in her life she had thought to be dead! The deliciously sweet raciness of his tender, virginal genitals was actually sweeping her toward the ecstasy of orgasm with the lustful thought of her lecherous seduction alone! God, he was so beautiful and vulnerable ... so completely helpless and subject to her slightest desire! If only he could cum ... squirt into her mouth so that she could taste his warm boy-sperm! She'd swallow it right down into her hotly fermenting belly to help quench the flames of intensified lechery that were salaciously lapping at her there!
Saliva dribbled excitedly down her curling tongue as she licked the smooth, hairless flesh of his developing young balls with pleasure-bringing warm and sweeping strokes. It was too much ... too much ... yet, not enough! Excitedly, she crawled up onto the couch, pulling at his trousers and shorts and tossing them onto the floor! She heard his childish groan along with something that erupted from her own throat as she spread his naked young legs and wedged between them! He whimpered again when she raised them, pressing them back to expose his tight, brownish little anus, then trailed her damp, eager tongue along the raised pink ridge between his youthful, widespread buttocks toward it! Intently, Ellen played her probing tongue in a taunting little circle around the puckered hole of his young, cringing ass, painting his inner-buttocks with the steaming moisture of her hot saliva. Then, to the urge of a burning charge of lust, she stiffened her tongue's fiery tip in an effort to penetrate the tightly clenched lips of his locked, boyish asshole!
Oh God ... if only she were deliciously naked, with her palpitating breasts hanging free to ripple and dance as she hungered over him! Her searing cunt was so hot and lustfully wet! If she just fingered herself inside her snug panties while she savored the luscious delights of him ... caressed between her flushed, hair-lined cunt-lips at the tiny, erect bud of her wildly tingling clitoris! God, she had to cum! Had to, she sensually determined, reaching down between her own trembling, spread thighs underneath her little skirt to easily pull aside the wisp of nylon and insert a working finger into the wet, sensitive flesh between her lust-swollen pussy-lips!
Oh ... ooohh ... it felt so good, Ellen passionately sensed to the soothing strokes of her finger taunting at the electrified nipple of her erect, quivering clitoris, more intense sensations of heightened stimulation spreading hotly through the provocative feminine curves of her voluptuous young body. Wantonly, she trailed her laving tongue back over his blooming, smooth-textured balls and along the still hardened rod of juvenile cock-flesh to its gently pulsating head, capturing it within the sanctity of her lush, wet lips once more! Oh, how devilishly beautiful! God, how had she gone so long without this lewd and forbidden depravity her tiny, adopted brother's sweet little cock had led her to? Never again...! She would have to know more ... others ... again and again, until she tasted the hot nectar of sweet boy-sperm once more...! Yes ... yes ... yes ... wonderful boy-cock ...!
Jimmy Worden could think of little else but what she was doing to him and the never-before, almost hurting tickle that was growing bewilderingly in his achingly tensed belly and loins! Crapo! It'd never gotten like this when he played with it in bed, or in the bathtub, and even though he didn't want her to stop, he was becoming more scared by the second! Oh man ... she was doing something to herself down between her pretty, spread white legs, her hand right up under her skirt and moving back and forth! God, he wished he could see it! She had her finger in her hot, pink slit! He knew she did....but she was holding his hurting cock with thumb and finger again and pulling at it steadily, moving her wet sucking lips up and down as she wildly curled her tongue right around it every time she raised her head!
Uncontrollably, he tensed his youthful pelvic muscles, shoving his young loins up at her face and watching his stiffened prick vanish completely up into her warm devouring mouth! He heard her moan and start to draw harder, nipping now and then with her white teeth and making him gasp out, his thumping, hard cock looking almost bloodless beneath her scraping suck.
Then, suddenly she was wedging her soft hands beneath the trembling cheeks of his ass and lifting them up to her, while she plunged her hot, liquid mouth down onto his jerking cock as if she were flipping! Crap almighty, all of it was disappearing into her loudly sucking mouth, sometimes even his balls, and he knew it was going all the way back into her throat! Her nose and lips ground into the soft flesh of his screaming belly as if she intended to eat him alive! Oh ... damn ... goddamn ... he didn't want to ... he didn't ... but he was going to cry...! It hurt that good!
Jimmy stared at her pretty face stuffed with his painfully throbbing hardness watching her work wickedly over him as if she were out of her mind. Her lush, wet lips pulled out like they were going to turn in reverse every time she came up off of it! Her cheeks billowed with her sucking, and he thrust his young churning pelvis up tighter to her face until he was raised right up from the couch! His mouth and throat were aching dry, his burning rod of swollen-hard cock screeching for something, but he didn't know what! It seemed as if it were trying to desperately edge over a mountain-top, and if it did the unknown agony charging through him would be released ... but it couldn't reach the illusive, climaxing peak ... and abruptly he cried out in near-hysteria ...!
Still, Ellen didn't stop ... couldn't had she wanted to, for at that moment her stroking finger at the tiny bud of her ecstatically spasming clitoris set off a maddening climax inside her that caused her to moan out around the frustrated hardness of her jerking, adolescent cock in her mouth! She plunged her fingers deeper between her lewdly spread thighs into the heated wetness of her feverish cunt. Insanely, she tweaked and massaged her quivering nerve-plexus, while she lecherously sucked and nibbled on his slender, immature cock long after it had frantically fallen soft in her mouth, ignoring his little wails and the way he was pushing at her head, attempting to get her off of him ...!
Finally, alone in what seemed a dreadful silence, she moved aimlessly around the house, her still half-stupefied brain whirling in a state of near-panic!
My God, what had come over her? Wh-What had she done? She-She'd had absolutely no control over herself ... couldn't have stopped had she wanted to...! Supposing he told someone ... his father ... anyone! She found herself in the kitchen, staring at the deserted makings of the apple-pie she had begun, Carl's handsome, loving face suddenly filling her anguished mind, until the tears burst from her in wistful sobs!
Frantic whimpers of remorse choked from the depths of her young, convulsing throat as she scooped up all the fixings to fling into the garbage disposal. She ran then, stumblingly, to their bedroom and threw herself across the bed, her voluptuous young body spasming in the self-repugnance that finally exhausted her into a fitful sleep....
Once she had somehow quieted Jimmy, helped him dress, then almost forcibly made him stay long enough to drink two Cokes so that she could feel comparatively safe in letting him leave, Ellen walked the shame-faced boy to the door, hunching down for the umpteenth time to extract a promise of secret silence from him.
CHAPTER TWO
The potent vodka-orange that Ellen concocted with shaking hands upon awakening, was strictly medicinal, she told herself, remembering the "bit of hair from the dog that bit you" theory. Where she had ever heard it was beyond her at that point. Her desperate concern was an almost pleading hope that it worked, else she might go right out of her mind with her aching head and nauseous stomach!
God, never in her life had she drunk so much or so incessantly. Even in college when they were just going together, neither Carl nor she had ever really gotten high with their sousing, pot-smoking friends. Oh, sometimes the parties on a weekend, but that had been the extent ... never anything like this episode she had morosely steeped herself in!
She glanced at her watch, noting that it was after six. She must have slept some three-hours ... since Jimmy Worden had left ... Oh God, she didn't want to think of that sordid happening or she'd surely go to pieces...! With both small hands steadying the glass, she gulped at the sweet-tasting "medicine", remembering that Carl's Scout troop was due to meet there right in her living room at eight o'clock sharp. Damn ... she just couldn't make it, feeling the way she did, but she could hardly get out of it, either. She knew of no way to contact all of the boys individually. Somehow, she just had to see it through; they would be so disappointed, as would her young husband if he knew. And he very well might be calling tonight from New York; he was that conscientiously involved with his Scout program, which was the reason she had agreed to act as Troop Mistress while he was gone. She knew how much it meant to him and why. His own childhood had been such a bitter existence for him ... Lord, she just couldn't let him down ... not twice in one day ...!
Well, there was still plenty of time, she decided, walking to a chair and dropping down into its overstuffed comfort. Perhaps this one drink would help straighten her around, then a shower and a bite to eat ... The sight of the empty couch before her brought Jimmy Worden's half-naked young presence vividly back to mind, a sudden unpleasant void knotting at the base of her soft, qualm-filled belly. Yet, it seemed incredulous that she had let it happen ... made it happen ... but she had! With inconceivable lechery, she had wantonly seduced the boy into letting her suck his penis, just as she had to her little brother, Jimmy, so many, many times! God, there had to be some warped quirk in her mind that motivated her after all these years! It'd been a little different when she was young, even a teenager, but now she was a woman, and a very happily married wife to a wonderful guy! And their sex life was full and exciting. Actually their marriage was everything a girl ever dreamed of ... and she hadn't wanted Carl to go, even though she knew it had been quite a feather in his cap to have been selected over everyone. Of course, she'd been selfish, but the thought of his being gone a whole month had damned near unnerved her....
"Oh, come on Baby, don't be like that. You're acting like a little girl," he'd said, laughing it off, teasing her really, she'd felt. "Look, Hon, this is our big chance! I mean, a nobody like Carl Harris chosen over all the old stalwarts to open the Eastern Regional! Come on, Baby, give that a bit of thought ...!
"Damn the Eastern Regional!" she'd poutingly snapped, sitting quite naked on the edge of the bed and watching him undress, the realization that she would be deprived of that inciting sight for weeks was already gnawing at her trembling tummy. "I prefer you stay here and look after your Western Regional ... namely me!"
Ellen smiled to herself as she thought of the way her unsteady tone had caused him to swing around to set his handsome, discerning eyes concernedly upon her. She'd melted a bit, striving toward a more alluring, clinging-vine image, watching the undeniable glimmer of lust turn-on in him. She arose then and climbed onto the bed, offering him a sensual view of swaying, hard-nippled breasts, and nakedly full white buttocks with a fleeting peek at a slender ribbon of pinkish intimate flesh and golden-fringed pussy-lips. Damn, she'd lewdly thought, if that won't do it, nothing will ...!
Well, it had done love-making marvels, but nevertheless, he had left the next morning ... yesterday ... as she'd known he must, and in immediate, lonely tears she had turned to the vodka bottle....
It occurred to her, suddenly, that she was feeling much better. The liquor had warmed her belly, and her head had stopped its wicked thumping. She brushed at the mess her nap had made of her pony-tailed blonde hair and thought again of showering. Perhaps one more medicinal drink wouldn't hurt, either. It was going to be a long, boisterous evening with all of those thirteen to sixteen-year old boys in the house....
Forcing all other thoughts from her mind for the time being, Ellen mixed herself a second screwdriver and went to her bedroom, quickly stripping naked. In the adjoining bathroom, she tucked her wealth of long, honey-blonde hair inside the shower-cap, then sipped at her drink. Her smoky-blue eyes caught sight of her own white nakedness reflected in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, and a tiny narcissistic sensation rippled over her voluptuous young body. Momentarily, she stood motionless, hedonistically admiring her pleasing symmetrical curves, her full, pink-nippled breasts and narrow waist, the generous, sweeping arch of her hips into the long, white columns of her fully rounded thighs and shapely curves. There was something sensuously fascinating and personally secretive in the ivory-like outline left by her swim-suit halter across the resilient mounds of her firmly uptilted breasts and her smoothly ovaled buttocks. But it was the milky-white of her hips and lower tummy, where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little mound and vaginal lips, that always caused the tingling in her belly.
"All yours, Carl darling," she warmly whispered to herself. "Please hurry home to look after it...!"
Ellen smiled to herself, feeling considerably better now than when she'd awakened. She stepped into the shower stall and quickly regulated the water, the finely spraying needles soon invigorating her naked, satin-soft flesh, the whole energizing process rapidly raising her spirits. As Carl often said, nothing was ever as bad as it seemed, and she sensed a growing confidence that Jimmy Worden wouldn't share their forbidden secret. In truth, he would probably be too frightened to tell anyone. The poor little darling ... he'd been so ashamed and afraid of being punished if his father found out. No, she felt quite certain now that he would be very closed-mouthed about the whole incident.
Even so, she must never let it happen again; she'd vow to that! If for no other reason, the risks involved in every respect were too dangerous! But God, she'd just lost herself completely!
Recalling it all lucidly, Ellen realized that she'd had absolutely no control over her lecherous desire to possess him ... to feel and hold his hardened young penis in her hand ... and then to suck it into her mouth. A shiver of excitement rippled through her as she remembered the sweet taste of his swollen boy-cock, and the exciting feel of it to her hot, licking tongue ... Damn, she had to stop thinking this way! Her kindling, lecherous thoughts were firing her right up again, making her caressingly soft hands arouse tiny prickles of incitement through her sensitive loins and belly as she sensually soaped her breasts, tummy and thighs ... God ...!
No! She absolutely wouldn't do it to herself, she determined as her taunting hands raised warm wet suds over the silken curls and pouting lips of her fleshy, down-covered pussy! Resolutely, she ignored the revived stimulation the impelling thoughts of Jimmy's half-naked body and tender young genitals spurred within her. She had to regain command of her emotions, and now was a damned good time to begin!
Forcibly, the vivacious young wife stopped her indulgent, self-titillations, quickly rinsed off, then vigorously toweled herself dry. Yet, even after she'd dressed in chic, if, sedately dark-colored slacks and blouse befitting a young housewife and Scout Mistress, the tiny fermentations were still agitatingly alive within her, and she did something she had not intended to do. She finished her drink and made herself another to sip while she brushed her long, blonde hair....
As she made snacks in the kitchen for the boys, Ellen nibbled along, thinking how she, of all people in their crowd, had never been thought of as a drinker. Lord, two martinis had always been the absolute limit less she get dizzy-sick, or silly, but throughout the past few hours she had drunk three-times that amount! It certainly had straightened her out though, and there was no doubt about the "hair of the dog" theory being a winner! All the same, she hardly felt a drop of it, she thought, and couldn't help but wonder where she was putting it. It seemed that vodka was as unintoxicating as it was undetectable on the breath.
She had no intention of making a habit of it though, and that was for sure. God, to her, there was no more of a deplorable thought than a wife sitting home drowning herself in the bottle, while her poor husband labored at the office. Besides, one might become very dependent on the stuff, she reasoned.
Ellen listened to the fourteen-year old voice of Lester Wheeler putting the motion of her acting as their Troop Mistress in Carl's absence before the other dozen or so teenagers occupying the living room. It was, like everything that her young husband had taught them, being handled so democratically, she proudly realized, raising the orange-tinted drink to her lips to take a long draught. She poured cokes into tall glasses as the clear, leader-like tone of the athletically built Lester reminded her of what a handsome boy he was. Scouts, and the troop itself, under Carl, had been a marvelous influence on him. Like many of the boys, broken homes, the drug horror, and just the maddening pace of the times, could have easily driven the youth onto the streets. It had happened to his older brother ... Zero, she thought they called him, a hippy dropout at seventeen. Lester was one of her husband's favorites, along with the Castro boy they called Mingus, and Jack Worden, little Jimmy's big brother ... A burst of applause interrupted her thought train. She brushed at several bothersome strands of her long, blonde hair, picked up the tray of glasses and moved toward the sound.
"Well, something carried a very favorable ring to it!" the curvaceous young wife exclaimed, her effervescent smile sweeping over their teenaged faces as she entered the room. "I hope it has to do with me?"
"It has, M'am!" the tall, broad-shouldered Les Wheeler replied, habitually sweeping at the heavy shock of chestnut forelock, a pleased smile on his handsome, dark-eyed, young face. "The voting was solid! We all want you to take over until Mr. Harris comes back ... even take us to L. A. for the parade!"
Ellen paused in her serving of the refreshments, trying to grasp the meaning of his last statement. It trickled back into mind then. Carl had said something about the parade ... several times, as a matter-of-fact, but she'd been so upset with his leaving that she'd paid little attention....
"Y-You will take us, won't you, Mrs. Harris?" Frankie Castro, a smaller, pinched-face boy with black hair and eyes, pressed. "Mr. Harris was going to. We even have the bus all hired...!"
"And the hotel rooms reserved!" Dickie Sheppherd, another thirteen-year older with red hair and freckles added.
"W-Well ... I...." Ellen stammered. "When is it, boys?"
"This weekend, on Saturday, the Fourth," Less Wheeler replied. "We've marched in the parade for the last two-years, Mrs. Harris ... We sure would hate to miss it!"
"Please, M'am?" Frankie Castro pleaded. "We've really planned on it ... and there sure ain't anyone else going to take us!"
A series of assenting young voices followed as the striking, blonde young wife continued with her serving, her liquor-stimulated brain evaluating the pros and cons. Lord, how had she forgotten about the parade? Carl had stressed its importance with the boys to her, come to think about it ... but it was nearly on top of them ... Saturday, and this was Tuesday ...!
"W-We sure would like to get it settled at this meeting tonight, Mrs. Harris," Lester, who acted as her husband's Assistant Scout Master, said. "If ... if we're not going, we should do something about getting our money back from the bus company and the hotel."
"Yeah ... well that might not be so easy," Frankie Castro put in. "Once you give 'em the money, it's rough trying to get it back...."
"All right, that settles it," Ellen said with a little smile. "We'll go, just as you boys have planned all along...!" A rousing cheer interrupted her words and she had to raise her hands to quiet them. "I'll probably be talking to Mr. Harris on the telephone very soon, and when I do I'll get all the details from him. After all, boys ... I am just a girl, you know...."
There was a ring of excited laughter mingled with flattering teenage whistles that suggested they had noticed, and Ellen couldn't restrain the tinge of red their boyish enthusiasm brought pleasingly into her white cheeks. From that point, the remainder of the evening passed quickly with further plans being made for the coming Saturday. Twice, the newly elected, voluptuous young Scout Mistress went to the kitchen to privately have a 'shortic' of vodka-orange, and it was on her last trip that she noticed the hour. Nine forty-five, time to send her boys on their way home; though she couldn't help but wonder how many of their parents would know or care when, or if, they got in....
A movement of sorts beyond the not-quite closed door of the utility room gave her a start. She paused motionless to listen, an unquestionable sigh reaching her, and she quietly walked toward it. A small-watt bulb they often kept lighted for convenience sake, threw enough of a glow for Ellen to see the two of them ... Frankie Castro and the red-headed Dickie Sheppherd! My God, what were they doing...? They were lying side by side in opposite directions on the soiled laundry she intended to wash, their trouser-fronts open, and ... and each holding onto the other's obviously hardened penis!
In shocked fascination, Ellen could momentarily do nothing but stand there in silence, gaping at their tensely stretched out, teenaged bodies and their obscene, vigorous stroking of one another's exposed, swollen penis! As incredibly mesmerizing to her as was the lewd scene itself, was their quickened breaths as they lustfully strained toward release; but the amazing part had to be that she hadn't even noticed their disappearance from the meeting!
She sensed her mouth and throat going flannel-dry, her widened, liquor-glazed eyes subconsciously comparing the size in thickness and length of their teenaged rods of hardness to little Jimmy Worden's! My God, they dwarfed him, she discerned, still transfixed by the licentious spectacle that was nevertheless instigating unwanted tingling sensations in her own loins and belly.
Ellen hardly noticed that she had begun to tremble all over as she stood there, her eyes riveted on their lurid little orgy, their hissing gasps and straining manipulations to one another's lust-hardened, young genitals utterly spellbinding her! Strenuously, Dickie and Frankie worked, and with an apparently practiced rhythm, the white, outer layer of skin slipping up and down their sizeable rigid penises in reciprocal, fistic cadence! While the obscene picture had its immediate repulsive effect on her, it, as well, rekindled the lustful lechery that had overwhelmed her earlier that day. Her vodka-hazed, blue-eyes remained glued in mounting excitement on the long white thickness of their hardened young cocks, the glistening purple of their moistened glans captivating her with every revealing downstroke!
Ellen sensed the seeping moisture of her own simmering arousal dampening the narrow strip of nylon between her tremoring thighs, the sudden urge to caress herself there almost overwhelming. At the same time, the knowledge that both were able to, and eagerly striving for climax, rocketed through her drink-provoked brain like an exploding firework! Every forbidden moment of the lecherously possessive pleasure she had known with little Jimmy raced through her, plus that delicious ecstasy her wanton desire so avidly craved! They both could cum ...!
"Just what is the meaning of this outrage?" their vivacious Scout Master's young wife sharply hissed, slipping quickly inside the door and closing it to press her whetted, voluptuous curves back against it and glare accusingly down at them!
"Oh shit!" the pinched-face Frankie Castro uncontrollably blurted, lifting his head to gape up at their unexpected intruder, his hand seemingly frozen around Dickie's youthfully hardened cock! Man, they'd been caught flat-assed! And there wasn't a damned thing to do, or say ...!
With the freckled-faced, red-haired Dickie Sheppherd, the reaction had been slightly different. At the knifing, sound of Mrs. Harris' voice, he had let go of Frankie's stiffened penis as if it were a white-hot, searing rod, jerking upright to twist around and stare at her, her surprising presence almost immediately and completely destroying him. Oh man, he'd told Frankie they shouldn't keep taking chances there! Just because they could do it when Mr. Harris was home....
"I want to know? What do you have to say for yourselves?" Ellen snapped, her wildly stirred brain unrestrainedly scheming. "You do call yourself Boy Scouts, don't you? Well ... don't you?"
"Y-Yes M'am," the freckled-faced boy managed, pushing his young buddy's tightly clamped hand off his now utterly deflated penis and shamefully tucking it inside his pants as he arose to his knees. His youthfully cherubic face had already crumbled into a near-tearful visage of horrified degradation, but his teenaged friend was holding to a more defiant attitude.
While Frankie Castro covered himself, forcing his not quite flaccid, young cock inside his clothing, he continued to stare levelly at their temporary, curvaceous young scout mistress. Finally, he said: "You want us to get out of your house, right, Mrs. Harris?"
Ellen glowered at the boy. He was undoubtedly the dominant one of the two ... the instigator, the rebellious influence ... and the possessor of the biggest cock for all of his smaller wiry body! It was him she had to break ... to frighten ...!
"After I've sent for your fathers, yes!" she snapped, brushing a lock of her long blonde hair back from her face. "But first, I think we better take it up with the rest of the troop! Let's see what Lester Wheeler suggests we do...?"
It was all an act, but she had to break him, Ellen realized as she reached for the doorknob ... hardly knowing what her next move would be if this didn't work....
"Wait!" the smaller, pinched-faced teenager exclaimed. "Th-That ain't necessary, is it? I-I mean, we'll leave by the back-door...."
"You'll do no such thing, young man!" the lecherously plotting Ellen shot at him, noting the first signs of fear in his young eyes. "I had all good intentions of taking this troop of scouts to L. A. Saturday for the parade ... and now, I want them to know why I'm not!"
"Y-You're not ... honest...? You're not, Mrs. Harris?" Dick Sheppherd whimpered, as if she had just condemned them to die! "Oh, man ... the guys'll never forgive us! They won't, Mrs. Harris...!"
The vivacious young wife with her vodka-fuzzed brain furiously working, heard every word the red-haired boy had pleadingly spoken, but her hungry blue-eyes were fixed on the other, and accordingly, they saw and reveled in his disintegrating pretension. She had reached him. He was frightened and not hiding it.
"Th-That wouldn't be fair to the other guys ... Mrs. Harris ... would it?" Frankie stammered, dropping his dark, misting eyes as he arose to his feet.
"You boys don't seem to be very much concerned about the other guys, as you call them!" she pointedly said, hoping to destroy every vestige of resistance Frankie Castro had defiantly clung to. "I see no reason why I should! And I'm sure Mr. Harris is going to feel the same, once I tell him...."
"You don't have to do that, do you?" the pinched-faced teenager quickly asked, taking a step toward her. "He ... Mr. Harris ... he's going to hate me, M'am ... and ... well, I never knew anybody keen like him...."
Ellen felt he was speaking the truth. His young dark eyes revealed it. "You should have thought of that before this," she said, knowing that she had him now.
"I-I'm sorry, M'am ... we're both sorry ... only please don't tell Mr. Harris. I don't want him to think bad of me ... neither does, Dick."
Ellen released a long sigh, letting it slowly expel, then brushed her hand over her brow like some confronted judge making a perplexing decision. "You all should know that Mr. Harris, nor myself, ever want to hurt any of you. If we did, we wouldn't be" working with you. But ... but what you were doing ... Lord, it seems that you might find a more secluded place, and at least with a locked door!" She hesitated there, hoping the unexpected essence of her words would sink provocatively into their teenaged brains. They had, the surprising expressions on their youthful faces telling her that she had nearly been accepted into their wondrous, juvenile world! "Tell me ... do you boys play with each other's penises very often?" she heard herself question, almost surprised at her own leadingly, lecherous words.
Both boys blushed a crimson-red, then shook heads in the anticipated falsehood. Naturally, they did! She hoped they did! She moved forward and gently grasped Dickie Sheppherd's hands, drawing him to his feet. God, he was a little taller than she, though Frankie was an inch or so shorter ... but together...? She was mad ... mad!
"I want both of you to stay after the other boys have left," she said, quite matter-of-factly. "We must discuss this situation. You can stay in the kitchen if you like until I've seen them off...."
"B-But they'll think it's funny, us not with them," Dick Sheppherd said.
"I'll take care of that," Ellen replied, having already considered such a situation. She would imply that they were going to move certain furniture for her. It didn't matter anyway. Only to get rid of them all...."You boys just keep out of sight...."
"Thanks, Mrs. Harris," Frankie Castro said, sweeping a hand over his dark wealth of hair and looking her straight in the eye. "You're all right, M'am ... all right!"
Ellen smiled, a hot, tingling sensation at the very core of her young body sponsoring it. She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, then, the freckled-face of his buddy. "Don't worry," she whispered, slipping arms around both of them and applying a little hug. "It's going to be all right, Darlings. Just trust Ellen...!"
CHAPTER THREE
The lascivious tension obsessing Ellen Harris both shortened and quickened her breathing as she bade goodnight to the last of her husband's troop of Boy Scouts ... with the exception of the two teenagers she had ordered to stay in the kitchen. Briefly, she stood motionless, her back pressed against the door, her enticingly curved young body trembling with feverish anticipation at what she was about to do. She hardly knew exactly how she was going to go about it, only that she was, the personal vow she had solemnly sworn to just hours before forgotten in the growing lust of her sensual craving.
Instead, her fired, drink-goaded mind continued to reflect the lewdly inciting picture of the teenaged pair furiously stroking one another's virilely hardened young cocks, the tensed expressions on their youthful faces reminding her of the pleasured goal they had heedlessly sought together! But mostly, it was the knowing that they could ... could cum ... could squirt their boyish, nectar-like sperm, that was wildly prodding her obscene desire ...!
Breathing rapidly, the voluptuous, golden-haired young wife entered the kitchen where the unwary teenagers sat across from each other in the breakfast nook, waiting with obvious apprehension for whatever was to happen next. Though her plan of attack was still vague in her mind, Ellen quickly decided that from this point on sugar was going to accomplish much more than embittering vinegar ... thus, she smiled as she approached them, allowing a fetching sultriness to creep into her expression.
"Before we get into the heart of our problem, boys," she said in a throaty voice, "I'd like to ask a favor of you."
"S-Sure ... anything, M'am...!" the freckled-faced teenager chimed in.
She continued to disarmingly smile at them. "All right, then come with me," she said, leading the way into the bedroom. "I'd like to have you change a few pieces of furniture around for me, if you will ... the dresser and chest of drawers over here, and my vanity over there against that wall. W-Would you mind very much...?"
"Week, no!" the pinch-faced, Frankie Castro eagerly answered. "Come on Dick. It won't take us a minute, Mrs. Harris."
"Just take your time and please be careful," Ellen said, her lurid plan finally taking decisive shape in her lecherously scheming brain. "After, we'll talk ... You can remain in here until I come back. I-I want to slip into something a little more comfortable...."
With that, Ellen left them glancing somewhat surprised expressions at one another, going straight to the kitchen. There, she drained the remainder of her last vodka-orange and quickly made another. Her head swirled, and she knew it was partially from the quantity of alcohol she'd consumed, as well as the mounting lust building uncontrollably within her!
God, she couldn't restrain herself ... she couldn't, the vivacious, blonde young wife sensually reasoned as she weaved slightly in walking toward the hall bathroom to undress and get into a negligee she kept there....
* * *
When they were finished with their moving task, Dick Sheppherd sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed to stare at his teenaged buddy who was nervously mopping his young perspiring brow with a handkerchief. He glanced at the closed bedroom door, then back at his thin-faced friend.
"Wh-What do you think's going to happen, Frankie?" he hoarsely whispered. "I mean ... you think she'll just drop it...?"
"Hell, man, how should I know?" the dark-eyed Frankie replied, trying not to reveal his uneasiness. "She said not to worry, didn't she? 'It's going to be all right Darling ... just trust Ellen'. That's what she said, remember ... and the darlings bit! Crap, I don't know, and that's for sure...!"
"Why'd she keep us here, if it's going to be all right?" the cherubic-faded teenager bewilderedly questioned.
"Maybe just to move this furniture for her!" Frankie hopefully replied.
"That don't make much sense to me," Dick Sheppherd said, shaking his head". "Not after the way she caught us ... with our cocks right in each other's hands! Man, are we dopes, Frankie! I told you we were taking a crazy chance...!"
"Aw, come on Dick, knock it off, eh?" the thin-faced teenager said. "So she caught us ... so what?"
"Maybe that's okay for you to say, but my old man would kill me if he ever found out...!"
"Shit! She said it was going to be all right, didn't she? Man, let's not blow our cool before we see what she means, eh?" Frankie said, walking toward the boudoir chair where a tiny pair of black, bikini panties lay in a little puddle of nylon. He picked them up and grinned lewdly at his buddy before holding them up to his nose. "Wow ... she's had these on not too long ago!" he excitedly whispered. "Mmmmmmmm ... smells like perfumed pussy...!"
"Let me smell!" the red-haired boy hissed, quickly getting to his feet and taking the tiny wisp of nylon to his nose, the fragrant, racy aroma of the sheer narrow strip where it had rubbed between her legs causing his belly to churn and his young cock to reflexively jerk. "Man...! I could almost eat 'em...!"
Once again, their luridly engrossed young minds had let them be caught totally unaware, both of them with faces practically together as they shared the exotic essence of her tiny panties. The quiet, opening door had given them no warning, until Dick Sheppherd's teenaged eyes widened in amazement at the sudden sight of their blonde, scout master's wife walking toward them! Her catching them a second time in a shameful act was shattering in itself ... but the light filtering through the diaphanous black negligee she had changed to was enough to make him choke in shocked stupefaction!
"Well ... it seems that you boys have all sorts of nasty little hang-ups," Ellen half-hissed, as Dickie quickly let go of her soiled panties, leaving them clutched in his young buddy's clenched fist. But this time, she had put no deriding accusation in her tone, for they were playing beautifully into her craving hands. She had stood in the doorway watching them for a moment, realizing that they had her tiny, soiled panties ... smelling ... perhaps even tasting the essence of her down there, the thought maddeningly firing her liquor-whetted desire!
As well, did she read the guilt, then the look of astonishment in Frankie Castro's dark-eyes when he wheeled to stare at her, the panties still held in his fingers. She felt his awed gaze raking over her provocatively veiled curves in baffled, if unhidable, instant excitement. Surprising him further, she taunted him, both of them, with a sensuous little smile, moving forward to gently pluck her wispy panties from his releasing hand and toss them back onto the chair.
"I ... I think I've under-estimated you boys," she softly spoke in her throaty tones. "You're quite grown up for your young teenage years, Darlings ... but in need of a little pointed direction, I think. Sit down on the bed there ... go ahead ... and thank you for moving the furniture for me. It looks very nice...."
Frankie hardly knew what to make of it, and he was positive that his buddy was about ready to flip, too! She'd taken off her slacks and blouse and was wearing only a single, reddish frilly thing beneath the goddamned see-through wrapper! Man! Her long, blonde hair tumbled around her terrific face and shoulders like some movie-star, her sparkling blue-eyes dancing with tiny, fiery lights gleaming in them! Damn, in all truth, he'd never exactly seen an older girl outside of his mother in underthings! But shit, his Mom had never looked like this, and that was for sure!
Dick Sheppherd was open-mouthed and thinking that he'd never imagined such smooth, sexy legs on any girl anywhere, anytime! Whatever they called the sheer red, frilly thing she had on beneath the negligee, it was wild! It fit her like a silky sleeve, hugging tight against the puffy place between her full, rounded thighs! And her tits ... oh man! They were just barely tucked inside its top, swelling out all around with just a snug crevice separating them! Crap, they looked like they might burst right out any second ...!
"I'm going to speak quite frankly to you, boys, seeing that you're not the innocent kiddies I thought you were," Ellen suggestively informed in her huskily luring voice, moving toward the boudoir chair and setting her screwdriver on the nearby vanity. She was trembling with passionate expectancy, wantonly thrilled that they had ogled her with unconcealable avidity in those long seconds she had stood there before them. Their roused, teenaged eyes were still bugging, and there was no doubt in her lecherously plotting mind what was causing the renewed swellings in the front of their trousers. "Or ... would you prefer that I treat you as adolescents ... naughty young boys who play with themselves and do such things as ... smell girls panties, shall we say...?"
Ellen folded down into the chair across from them, picking up her black, nylon bikinis to fondle as she bent one leg beneath her to sit on, her negligee falling slightly open to reveal the smooth white flesh of its mate halfway along her full thigh. She dropped the panties into her lap and lighted a cigarette, watching them sitting perplexed across from her. God ... God almighty, she tightly thought! What was she doing, anyway ... turning into some sort of animal? Lord ... it wasn't too late! She could stop it right then and there! Her vodka-infused brain spun; she said: "What you were doing in the utility room ... it's not that unnatural for children ... but grown boys your age; I-I suppose everyone's done it one time or another ... I know I wouldn't deny it," she pointedly admitted. "Some, I'm sure, are more rabid practitioners than others ... but at best, it's only a half-measure ... isn't it?"
Neither answered and she leaned forward. "Tell me," she hotly whispered, "do you do it often ... to each other, I mean?"
Both teenagers sensed their cheeks reddening and the automatic negative shake of their heads. Christ, Frankie Castro thought, feeling the film of sweat lining the palms of his hands as he stared at her exciting, near-nakedness. What the devil was she getting at, anyway...?
"How often, Darlings?" he heard her press, his teenaged brain beginning to race along a wild vein that he couldn't believe possible!
"Man, Mrs. Harris...!" Dick's voice sounded in his ears. "We ... we've done it before ... but not often, honest!"
"It's not that important to me, Dickie," she was saying to Sheppherd's shamefully bowed-head, but she was looking right at him, Frankie Castro, her inflamed eyes levelly fixed! The thin-faced teenager watched the tiny tip of her pink tongue slip out to moisten her lushly reddened lips. "But ... but such episodes, however harmless, can lead to homosexuality ... and I don't believe either of you boys lean that way. I-I mean ... after the way you were smelling of my panties, I think you both prefer girls to boys . ... or am I wrong?"
Frankie Castro remained purposefully silent, his young, inexperienced eyes attempting to evaluate the unbelievable bed his river of teenaged supposition had suddenly began to eagerly follow!
"Aw honest, Mrs. Harris ... we're not that way!" the freckled-faced Dick Sheppherd blurted, raising his eyes to look at her. "A-All the guys do it...!"
Ellen dragged from her cigarette, then sipped at her drink. Finally, in a softened voice, she said: "Well, all the guys, I think, need girlfriends, then! But don't worry, Darlings ... just as I promised, it'll be all right. I'm going to help you ... providing you can keep a secret. Can you...?"
Frankie never took his dark-eyes from the voluptuous blonde wife's intense gaze, though he knew that his buddy's were gaping at him. Instead, he said: "Sure we can keep a secret, Mrs. Harris ... if you can. How ... how you going to help us...?"
Ellen tightly swallowed. There was something behind his, this Frankie Castro's perceiving teenaged eyes, that sent a qualmish little chill rippling through her. Yet, she knew she couldn't stop now no matter what the cost! She heard herself say: "You both need a girlfriend ... and for the sake of your future, I ... I'm going to be that girlfriend ... if you want me to be ...?"
He'd been right! Goddamn! Tight-on, as his brother, Mingus, liked to say! She had designs ... this crazy-wild doll, Mr. Harris's luscious wife ... she had a thing!
"I-I don't know what you mean, M'am...?" Sheppherd was stupidly whimpering.
"She means that she wants to help us, Man!" Frankie snapped, cutting him short before he ruined the while show! Shit, that's why she'd kept them there, slipped into the negligee, and was wearing those hot, sexy eyes! She wanted to play games, crazy-wild games, maybe, and Christ almighty, he'd never done that with a girl in his life...! . "That's right, Frankie ... I want to help you boys ... and there's only one way to do that! Make men out of both of you!" Ellen half-choked, her liquored, lust-filled brain reeling in a self-deceived wave of lecherous desire. "B-Both of you are such handsome young boys ... and no one has to know that I helped you ... do they?"
"Of course not!" Frankie choked. "A-And we'd appreciate it, Mrs. Harris!" he added, his eyes gaping at where the" swollen strip of narrow red nylon clung snugly to the puffy-lipped flesh between her heedlessly spread, white thighs! Holy man! He could see the outline of her slit and the fuzz of her cunt-hair crinkled against the silky material! Brother, she was drunk! Higher than a kite ... and the wild look in her eye ...!
"I-I don't know...." Dick Sheppherd whined. "I don't know what you mean, Mrs. Harris...."
Frankie grabbed him roughly by the shoulder. "She's gonna show us, dope! Shut up and let her show us...! Come on, Mrs. Harris, do what you said! Make men of us ... and don't worry about anyone ever finding out from us...! I promise!"
Ellen smiled, the effects of the vodka she had incessantly consumed destroying the beauty of her face, but she had no knowledge of that. It, everything, had gone as she'd known it would! These beautiful boys, they were going to share a secret with her ... a wondrous, lustful secret, and she wanted them ... had to have them!
"Which ... which one is going to kiss me first ... the way a man kisses a girl?" she gasped, moving forward to the edge of the chair!
Frankie sensed the sudden quavering in his belly even as his hardened young cock jerked in his pants at her unexpected invitation. His breath caught in his tightened throat, his eyes riveted on the deep smooth cleft separating the rounded fullness of her white breasts that her closer leaning position revealed! Finally, he managed: "G-Go ahead, Dick...! Go on, kiss her! Y-You ain't scared are you ...?"
"Oh ... oh man!" the cherubic-faced teenager gulped, a funky sensation melting him inside. He couldn't have moved at that moment if his life depended on it ...!
"So . ... you are just boys after all," Ellen thickly taunted, the continuous stirring in the fronts of both their tight jeans passionately spurring her on. They were both too overwhelmed to speak or move and she knew it, but she had no intentions of stopping now ... couldn't had she wanted to! She arose slowly to her feet. "In that case ... I guess it's up to me then, isn't it...!" she seductively spoke, making little effort now to control the raging lust inflaming her whole voluptuous being.
Still in their numbed awe, the gaping teenagers watched her slip out of the negligee, letting it fall with a gossamer whisper to the floor. They stared from their rigid, sitting positions, their young excited eyes anxiously fixed on the curvaceous white body their Scout Master's drunken wife was about to reveal to them. Neither hardly noticed the-lewd little smile of lecherous dominance twisting at her luscious mouth as she slowly wriggled the lacy, red chemise downward to expose perfectly rounded, full pointed breasts with little hardened pink nipples right before their widened, feverish eyes. The two lush, ivory mounds swayed provocatively to the sensual undulations of her curved hips when she rolled the silky garment down over them, her dimpled navel and the small bowl of her belly coming into exciting view. Then ... they saw the sparse golden triangle between the tanned whiteness of her full, slightly spread thighs, her entire naked pussy exposed before them! They could even see its moistened, pink crevice at the peak of the arch her satin-smooth, long shapely legs formed!
She turned from them and slowly bent down
to pick up the chemise and negligee at her feet, her lushly ovaled, ivory-hued buttocks slightly spreading with the movement. The purposeful lewd positioning gave them a fleeting glimpse of her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly puckered, little pink hole centered in the deep, intriguing crevice between her voluptuous buttocks....
"Oh Shit....!" Frankie gasped, his lust-infused, teenaged brain unable to believe what his burning eyes were witnessing. Maybe he was flipping, or something? Christ, it just couldn't be ... could it ... Mrs. Harris, their Scout Master's beautiful wife ... higher than a friggin' gull and stripped naked right there in front of them? He stole a quick glance at his buddy who looked about ready to burst out crying! Then, old Dick was grabbing onto his hardened cock and Frankie realized that his expression was only that hurtful look a guy sometimes got when he had a wicked hard-on and it was all knotted up inside his pants! Shit, his own painfully stiffened prick had begun to throb like a tooth-ache!
Ellen's lecherous craving had reached that salaciously blinding point where only wanton and obscene desires guided her every move. She smiled the half-contorted, partially numbed grin of an intoxicated woman. Her blue-eyes gleamed carnally, and she let her tiny pink tongue ease out again to moisten her ripened, red-rimmed lips. Abruptly, she said: "Well, Darlings ... does my naked body frighten you, too? Haven't you ever seen a girl with nothing on before?"
"D-Damn...!" Frankie gasped again, his young dark-eyes bugging as he feverishly swept them over her flagrantly exposed white curves in stunned, youthful desire. "I-I just can't believe it...!"
"H-Holy shit!" Dick Sheppherd finally managed and Ellen tittered to their foul, teenaged euphemisms.
Provocatively, she smoothed her hands upward from her rounded hips, along her slender waist and rib-cage to sensually cup and lift her firmly rounded breasts with their hardened, pebble-like pink nipples, until they were pointing directly at the pair of gaping youths. "Do you like them, Darlings?" she lewdly whispered, drunkenly remembering how she use to tease her little adopted brother this way when she was thirteen and her sensitive young breasts were just budding. How quickly that would make his little cock harden...! "And I imagine you're ready to show me your handsome, young naked bodies now, aren't you? Or are you afraid to become anymore than little boys...?"
"Oh man ... oh man!" the freckled-faced teenager moaned, his eyes glistening like marbles as he clutched at the imprisoned, aching hardness at the front of his jeans once more.
Ellen saw him glance almost desperately at the door and began to move nakedly toward him. "What's the matter, Dickie? Don't you like me...?" she luringly whispered, slowly approaching him and holding out her hands. Even in her liquored stupor, she had come to realize that he was the braver of the two; still, she feared, he was getting ready to bolt! God ... she couldn't let them get away from her ... not now! She had to possess them ... suck them ... taste their sweet, teenaged boy-cum...! "Don't be afraid, little lover ... come up here to Ellen ... come, Darling ... remember, I'm your new girlfriend...!"
"Crap...! I-I want to, but ... but...." the teenager near-whimpered.
"Go on, dope!" Frankie Castro prodded. "Do it! What you afraid of? It's a secret, ain't it? Nobody's going to know about it! Go on, stand up...!"
"It's all right, Frankie," the blonde, curvaceous wife softly spoke in her alluring nakedness, finally reaching the fear-stricken, red-haired youth and slowly drawing him up from the bed into her arms, until her full yielding breasts were flattening against his young, developing chest. "Don't be afraid, Dickie darling," she whispered. "I'm going to make you very, very happy, and when we're finished, you will be a man...!"
Her brain whirled erotically to the sensation of his youthful masculinity pressed excitedly against her delicious feeling nakedness. She could feel the swollen, concealed, outlined length of his hardened young cock pressing into her soft belly as she ground against him. The fragrance she wore and had dabbed between her breasts was haunting him she knew, and with uncontrollably devouring eyes, she eased her face slower to his, her petulant lower-lip quivering as she seductively whispered: "Now, Baby ... now show Ellen how a man would kiss her and really mean it!"
She felt the awkward tremble of lustful excitement rack his entire, thirteen-year old frame; he was that overwhelmed!
"You-you sweet little lover," she hissed, enveloping him even more with the aura of her sensual curves, her supple, full breasts squashed against him, her soft, warm belly undulating passionately. She kissed his mouth then, tenderly, but not open-lipped, yet with a heady passion.
Ellen felt his young, strong hands clutch at the naked smoothness of her slender waist, but with a guarded protectiveness, almost bracing himself as she slowly let her hot, moistened lips part and her tiny tongue seek the fired wetness of his youthful mouth! He moaned whimperingly and his watching friend with the bigger cock swore aloud as she drew him tighter and tighter against her ...!
Oh shit, the red-haired boy heatedly thought. It ... it just couldn't be happening! Not Mrs. Harris ... beautiful Mrs. Harris ... his Scout Master's wife? Crap, she had to be terribly drunk or something, taking off all her clothes and ... and kissing him like this! Oh man ... it was though ... it was actually happening! She was kissing him with her hot, moist lips, holding him in a crushing grip against her flattened, full tits, until he could feel their hardened little nipples digging into his chest like tiny, white-hot coals! And ... and her girlish tongue ... wetly worming into his mouth! Frig! She was french-kissing him, the way the guys at school talked about! Oooohhh ... his cock was as hard as a ball bat, and jerking like crazy ...!
Ellen continued to smother his teenaged face and lips with hot, ardent kisses as she gently moved her right-hand down between them, wending its way slowly toward its goal, seductively teasing her fingers and palm over the muscular boyishness of him. At last, she touched it ... the straining outline of his hardened, young teenaged cock inside the tight-fitting jeans. She felt his shuddering gasp to the erogenous contact, a searing sensation of intensified passion charging through her nakedness as she traced the length of jerking rigidity with thumb and forefinger.
"There ... there, Darling," she huskily whispered against his panting, teenaged mouth. "Doesn't that feel nice when Ellen touched it ... strokes it? You see ... you were all upset over nothing. Now, it's going to be all right, because your girlfriend is going to fill you with joy! We're going to take your clothes all off so that you're nice and naked like Ellen ... and then, we're going to kiss it ... kiss your hot, hardened cock!"
"Unnnhhh ... uuunnnhhh!" the bigger, freckled-face boy with the lust-fired, cherubic young face choked beneath her caressing hand and warm, wet kisses, suddenly clinging to her and smoothing his young hands up and down the naked, soft flesh of her back.
"Go ahead, Darling ... feel of my bottom if you want!" she lewdly whispered. "Run your warm hands right down over my ass-cheeks! Hold onto them tight while I feel of your stiff young cock!"
Her use of obscene words not only sent wild sensations of lust racing through the red-haired boy, but the mere sound of them triggered Frankie Castro's watching, covetous desire.
"Hey ... I want to get in on this!" he eagerly gasped, getting to his feet and beginning to undress. "Come on, Sheppherd, let's get our clothes off!"
The blonde, young wife in her lurid nakedness reveled in their youthful spectator's eager exclamations! But she continued to apply her inflamed attentions to the freckled-faced teenager whose trembling young hands had hesitantly stroked downward over the soft, rounded mounds of her lewdly undulating buttocks. "That's my lover darling," she huskily hissed against his gasping mouth. "Don't be frightened ... feel anywhere you like, while your Ellen undresses you...!"
Dick Sheppherd could only groan in his confused, building tension. The warm feel of her smooth, soft ass-cheeks to his young hands was enough to space him out...! But then she was gently unzipping his fly and he grunted aloud! He sensed her slender Fingers exploringly creeping inside his opened pants and beyond the cotton of his shorts to brush over the quivering, sparsely haired flesh of his pelvis! Suddenly, they found and curled with possessive heat around the throbbing rod of his rock-hard cock, bringing it out as she continued to kiss and stab her tiny wet tongue into his mouth!
Crap, he was going to blow right apart inside! Way-out quakes of never-before sensations charged through his groin and upward into his belly! She had his painfully throbbing cock right in her hot, clutching hand and ... and was stroking it! He couldn't resist backing away to look down between her thrusting white tits to watch her sliding the loose outer skin knowingly back and forth ... then ... oh man ... she was feeling and caressing his balls ...!
Impelling sensations of irresistible lechery burned with feverish intensity through Ellen's naked young body as she continued to caress his hardened teenaged cock with one hand and unbutton his shirt with the other. Momentarily, she was oblivious to the other smaller youth who was zealously stripping away his clothing. She was too intrigued by the young boy who stood subserviently defenseless against the revealed seductive charms of her voluptuous body, his trembling, boyish hands moving upward to explore her swollen, tingling breasts as she undressed him.
She removed his shirt and leaned forward to kiss his chest while he clung to the nipple-hardened mounds of her supple breasts. She laved the tiny nipples of his developing muscular breasts with her dampened tongue-tip. Finally trailing it downward over his tremulous belly and navel as she lowered herself slowly to her knees. Then, the blonde, panting young wife unhitched his belt, tugging both jeans and shorts down over his boyish hips and lean buttocks, her lecherous eyes feasting on the poling length of his rigid, teenaged cock! It jutted out from his scant, hair-sprinkled pelvis in a youthfully proud, upward arch, while his developing young balls hung promisingly down between his strong legs!
Oh God, Ellen inwardly moaned, totally obsessed with the lust-firing sight of his exposed, potent young genitals! She leaned forward and kissed the dimpled tip of his penis' partially exposed glans, then extender her little tongue so that he could see it wriggling into the tiny split at its moistened end, while she tenderly caressed and cradled his hanging balls.
"Unngghhh!" the red-haired teenaged groaned, staggering backwards and nearly falling from the fettered trap of his jeans around his ankles.
"God Damn!" Frankie Castro in his own stripped nakedness, choked out at the sight. Automatically, he grasped his throbbing rod of swollen hardness, lewdly holding onto it as he watched their Scout Master's liquor-hazed, naked young wife guide his buddy backward onto the bed, then remove his loafers and clothing. She moved between his legs, spreading them wide, and as Frankie watched in dry-mouthed young lust, the long-haired, blonde wife clasped Sheppherd's jerking cock between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulled down its foreskin and slipped her moistly ovaled lips down over it! Frig! She was sucking him ...!
Dick Sheppherd could no nothing but moan aloud to the overwhelming sensations rifling through his naked, young teenaged body. He was as helpless as a rag-doll, he wildly thought, raising his head to watch the beautiful Mrs. Harris hungrily sucking his cock! Oh man ... he didn't believe it ... he'd never believe it! But there was Frankie watching ... naked and holding onto his own hard prick, his mouth open in disbelief! Shit, she was doing it, all right ... sucking his cock, and he hoped to crap she'd never, never stop! It was the first time ever that a girl had touched him there, say nothing of anybody putting it in their mouth! He gaped, whimpering and shuddering as her wetly glistening lips and soft warm mouth began moving up and down, her lashing, searing tongue twirling and twisting around his hardened young penis to swath it with every upsuck of her grotesquely nursing mouth! Oh shit ... he couldn't stand much of this! Already, his balls were beginning to churn, and he was getting that electric sensation down near his asshole ...!
"Oh ... oh crap ... if you keep doing that, Mrs. Harris, it's going to squirt. . honest. .!" the freckled-faced boy desperately warned, gaping at her with half-unseeing eyes.
That, Ellen was aware enough to know, she didn't want it to happen yet ... not so soon, before she had savored the delights of them to the lust-fulfilling, nth degree! Slowly, she sucked up off his young, jerking rod of hardness and smiled warmly into his cherubic face, her breasts swaying erotically with the movement, that sight luring Frankie Castro bravely forward to reach down and eagerly cup his strong, teen-aged hand over one. She said: "So ... we can't have you cumming so quickly, now can we, Lover." Then, to Frankie, who was excitedly kneading and massaging the firm flesh of one prickling, swollen breast: "Do you like that, Frankie? Have you ever felt of a girl's naked breast before?" She watched him shake his head with opened mouth, as if his voice had suddenly failed him. She reached out then to fondle his long, thicker boy-cock with lecherous tenderness, working the foreskin back and forth for several seconds before letting free of it. "Bring it closer, Darling, and hold it for me," she hotly invited. "That's it ... now skin it back! Mmmmmmm ... it looks delicious ... bring it closer to Ellen...!"
Both boys watched in obscenely aroused fascination as their Scout Master's curvaceous young wife in her still kneeling nakedness, opened her mouth and pressed hungrily forward. Her lush, ovaled lips slipped over the moist, purple head of the pinch-faced boy's throbbing hardness as he grunted aloud to the intense sensation of it sliding into her hot wet mouth along the working length of her tiny caressing tongue! At the same time, she found the red-haired youth's rigid, teenaged penis with her hand and began to slowly stroke it!
Ellen was barely aware of her young victims' moans of passionate excitement. She was too submerged in the staggering depths of salacious pleasure filling her quaking belly and wetly smoldering cunt, which the sucking and loving of their delicious boy-cocks was bringing her. And in the back of her mind was the ever-present knowing that they could cum ... these sweet, tender young penises she was voraciously exploring and savoring! Yes ... yes ... she would suck their handsome, teenaged hardnesses until they squirted their hot, white jism into her voracious mouth and throat ... and she'd swallow it until it flooded and sated the flames ravaging her rippling cum-hungry belly ...!
"Oh God...!" she gasped, suddenly withdrawing her moistened lips and hand from their hardened young shafts of penile flesh. "Come on, Darlings, let's all get up on the bed where we can really have a party...!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The tall, well-built man with the bronzed complexion, ruggedly pleasing features and modishly long, tinted dark-hair, made himself another scotch and water at the built-in corner bar of the luxuriously furnished sitting-room.
"You sure you don't want me to freshen that up a bit?" he asked the vivaciously lissome brunette who sat comfortably curled on one end of a couch, sensuously enhancing the very splendor of the room in the provocative, see-through evening gown she wore.
The young, onyx-eyed beauty, who was obviously half the grey-eyed, athletic man's age, tossed her head negatively, making her long titan-hair brush about her shoulders. She hadn't, in fact, spoken for several minutes. Instead, she had sat there pleasurefully amused, watching this wealthy, middle-aged man of commerce with whom she lived the pampered life of a mistress, pretend at being a concerned father. In her British homeland, she secretly thought, he would be termed a complete failure in the parental department. For that matter, he was all of that right in his marvelous U. S. of A., wasn't he?
"I ... I don't know what the hell to think," he was saying as he returned to drop beside her. "I don't believe the kid was lying, do you, Margot?"
"No," she answered, speaking her first word in some time. "Jimmy never has lied to me ... at least, I don't believe he has."
He shook his head as if perplexed in deciding what to do, when really there was no question. He should naturally go to the Harris woman and confront her with his little son's whole, obscene story. The boy had been terribly frightened; that was apparent just in his telling of it ... the way he had sobbed and carried on. Of course, as any child might, he'd been fearful that his father would learn of it, then punish him the more for not telling him. But, she knew that Mr. Al Worden had no intentions of approaching the voluptuous, blonde haired young wife in such a manner. She had lived with him and his lecherous kind long enough to know the workings of their lustful minds ... and she was not exactly adverse to it, herself. The striking blonde girl was enough to nudge the blood-pressure of any bi-swinger, and the coercing situation certainly a too-perfect one to be tossed aside.
"I should go down there and confront that wild little bitch with the whole goddamned thing!" he raged, gulping from his glass. "Christ, imagine ... seducing and cock sucking an eleven year old kid!"
Margot had imagined it, many times, the lustfully inciting thought more than once nearly involving her, especially when she had drunk a few too many! But invariably, the knowledge that the little fellow couldn't yet reach an orgasm had made her turn elsewhere ... such as Jack Worden, her sugar daddy's older, dropout son...! Now there was a boy who really appreciated a blow job, Jimmy would too, next year.
"But ... but maybe we can develop this into a more satisfying vendetta, Baby ... if you know what I mean?" Al Worden suggested grinning lewdly over at her, his clever grey eyes gleaming as if he'd just thought of the possibilities.
Margot let a tiny smile of understanding excitement creep over her self-acknowledged, vibrant beauty. With this potent, middle-aged man, there was hardly reason for coyness. She had met him at a swap-party in England when she was modeling and he was on holiday. They had made love for two-days before she'd ever told him her last name was Caldwell! God ... what a magnificent cock he had!
"What have you in mind, my lecherous darling?" she half-whispered, moving close to him and pressing the soft firmness of her teasingly revealed breast against his arm. "Can it be that you'd like to bed the curvaceous Mrs. Harris?"
"Oh fuck, Baby ... who're you trying to kid?" he said, grinning and twisting around to clutch at one of her braless, full young breasts. "You've seen her at the supermarket. Yeah, I even remember you remarking about her shape and sexy face! Come on, Doll, this is Daddy you're talking to. You'd love to eat that pussy, wouldn't you ... wouldn't you?"
Margot leaned back and smiled. Again, she tossed her head. "It'd be fun sharing her with you, I think. She is a devastating creature, isn't she?"
"Yeah ... and if she likes to suck cocks, I just happen to have one in stock!"
The vivacious young ex-model couldn't ignore the sensations of arousal that thoughts of making love to the enticingly curvaceous blonde wife aroused in her. Though she had known all along it was going to come to this, ever since little Jimmy had tearfully revealed everything, it was the actual excitement of watching it progress that was infusing her. Still, as with all things she did in her twenty-six year old existence, she attempted to handle it with savoring restraint.
"And ... how do you propose we accomplish this little coup, Darling?" she questioned in her sensually sedate manner.
"I'm not sure yet," Al Worden answered, placing one hand on her knee as he gulped at his drink, his lecherous brain functioning rapidly. "I think I heard on the car-lot today ... from someone, I don't remember who now, but something about her husband being on the East Coast. He works for Everwise, you know ... and if he's gone ... that's going to make it perfect!"
"Mmmmm ... I don't know, Daddy ... he's kind of nice, you know," Margot half-whispered, recalling the several times she'd seen him and evaluated.
"Horseshit! One at a time, Sugar. We'll get him when he comes back," the big man said, draining his glass. "Meantime, let's invite her over for dinner ... about Thursday, eh...?"
"Whatever you say, Daddy," Margot replied, picking up her own near-empty glass and draining it. "I'll give her a call."
"You know how to do it, Honey. Lay it on like butter," the tinted-haired man luridly grinned.
"Of course, Darling ... but what about Jimmy?" she conscientiously questioned, even though the boy or his older brother meant little to her.
"What about him? So, he learned a little earlier than a lot of kids. Girls, women ... they all like to suck cocks ... just like you, Baby," he laughed, turning toward her. "Anything wrong with him getting an early education?" He hauled her to him and kissed her, his big hands roughly mauling her near-naked, fully rounded breasts. Then, freeing her, he said: "Just don't say anything to him. He won't if we don't. On Thursday, when and if she comes, we'll let him sleep over with one of his friends so he won't have to face her. That might not go down too good for him. Okay...?"
"Okay, Lover," she smilingly answered.
He chucked her beneath her delicate chin and got to his feet. "How about one more before we go?"
"All right," she answered, handing him her glass, her young sensual mind already erotically aroused. She watched his big frame move agily toward the bar. "Where did you say this party is tonight?"
"The Evensons ... Mark and Christie. You remember them ... that weekend on the yacht...?"
He moved behind the small enclosure and began to fumble for ice. She said: "Why don't we just leave early, Al. I don't want to get stuck with that Evenson chappie. He's brutal! Besides, we haven't really seen one another in two-weeks with all the parties ... and I ... I'd like to have your love tonight, Daddy...."
He looked up at her, his aging grey-eyes reflecting the immediate arousal she fired inside him. He sensed the responsive stirring between his legs and thought fleetingly about the first night he'd met and taken her. Shit! She was something all right! A sensuous, English bitch, that made them all grovel! No broad he'd ever known was the equal of her in sucking cock ... and her old-man had been a coal miner!
"Hey, you're on!" he said. "In fact, we won't even show at Evensons. We'll go to the club for dinner, then come back here and party-it-up ourselves! And if things lag a bit, we'll plan out our little game with the Harris broad ... how's that?"
"Sounds smashing to me, Darling!" the titian-haired beauty exclaimed. "You know, I think I love you more everyday!"
"You should!" Al Worden replied, laughing roughly as he filled their glasses with ice. "Who else could take care of that hot, tight ass of yours better than me...?" ... Down the darkened hallway in the elaborate house, a bearded, long-haired, seventeen-year old boy dragging at a marijuana cigarette and grinning to himself, silently replied, "Me, sweet Daddy! Me! I take better care of Margot's nice little ass. And I'll take better care of Mrs. Harris's as well! Tipple, Daddy! Just go on tippling...!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Ellen felt completely in the power of the master demon, himself! God, she couldn't remember when she'd ever known such depraved excitement. The delicious, vigorous and hardened young cocks within her reach and entirely at her disposal to do with what she would, had fired her liquor-sodden brain to an animalistic point of wantonness. With an almost infernal luridness, her lust-warped mind functioned as she crawled onto the bed between the spread legs of the red-headed Dick Sheppherd, poising with her eager young face directly above his upthrusting rod of youthful hardness. At the same time, she gently led the other naked teenager backward toward her upraised, lewdly spread buttocks, holding gently but firmly to his larger, swollen cock and guiding him behind her. She heard his juvenile grunts of carnal passion as he kneed his way along the bed back between her widely separated legs, and she turned to see his wildly excited young face.
"Now, little darling, that's all yours to play with while I suck our Dickie baby right into heaven!" she offered in a licentious whisper. "Do whatever you like ... feel of it ... play with it ... kiss it ... lick it ... even fuck it if you want, Lover ... Go ahead, Frankie baby ... don't be frightened...!"
"Oh ... oh shit!" the thirteen-year old boy choked at her obscenely worded invitation. He clung to his throbbing rod of hardness as he stared at the sensually, mind-bending sight of her rounded white buttocks splayed nakedly open before him. His avid young eyes traced downward through the smooth crevice separating her soft, resilient ass-moons, from her tiny, puckered anus to the pink ribbon of secret flesh between the silken-haired lips of her wetly exposed cunt. "Oooohhhh ... oh shit!" he breathlessly repeated.
"And now, Dickie doll, Ellen's going to finish what she started with you," the voluptuously curved blonde wife hissed from her lewdly dominant position between his young, widespread legs. A maddening heat burned within the core of her naked body as she began once more to slide the outer layer of skin up and down his hardened, rod of virginal cock-flesh while the freckled-faced boy began to writhe and groan beneath her clutching, massaging hand.
In perverted fascination, Ellen drew its foreskin down to the fullest extent, exposing the glistening bulbous head, reveling in the hot, pulsing feel of it. She sensed Frankie's longer and thicker, swollen cock prodding between her soft, feverish inner-thighs, and his young hands on the fleshy, yielding mounds of her stretched, open buttocks, pulling them even further apart. Hungrily, she slid her tightly ovaled lips downward onto the sleek, naked head of hardened boy-cock, encompassing the spongy knob completely and letting it rub along the full length of her hot, wet tongue as her head lowered further and further onto it ...!
"Uuuuunnngggghhh...!" Dick Sheppherd loudly groaned, watching with raised head her second unbelievable mouthing of his throbbing hardness as muscle-quivering spasms racked his youthful frame from the fantastic sensations racing through him. Her hardened-nippled, full white breasts seared into the tensed flesh of his thighs as her mouth and head began to move up and down in an easy, slow rhythm! With growing assurance, he began to thrust upward with his hips, sliding his hard aching cock in and out of her moistly clasping lips with a lubricious sucking sound, his hands automatically reaching down to entangle in her long golden hair! Crap, he didn't want her to ever stop again, even if he had to hold her there ...!
Frankie Castro had never realized that he could get so crazy-excited just watching a girl suck somebody else's cock! Unknown sensations of lustful intensity screamed through his young loins. He leaned way to one side to see the puffing of their Scout Mistress's beautiful white cheeks with her head lewdly bobbing up and down, her mouth filled with his groaning buddy's rigidly thrusting prick! Dick's hands were clutching at her long hair like the mane on a horse, his hips bucking up at her face in a wild, increasing rhythm!
Excitedly, Frankie returned to his own obscenely offered play-center. His young cock felt like a leaded, knob-heavy rod of aching, blood-engorged flesh! He stared closely for the first time in his life at a curvaceous, naked girl's perfectly rounded, white full buttocks which were stretched luridly open ... beautifully opened to him. Her soft, satiny white thighs were spread far to pull at the blonde hair-lined lips, exposing her pink crevice of sensitive, inner cuntal flesh! Dry mouthed, Frankie feasted on the moistly glistening, slightly gaping delicacy between her puffy-fleshed pussy-lips, his hand subconsciously grasping and stroking his long pulsating hardness. Crap, he could almost cum just looking at that delicious pussy.
He reached forward then, and with his thumbs, gently parted the ragged moistly clinging, pink vaginal flesh, his keyed-up eyes simultaneously staring at the tiny, puckered hole of her dimpled anus, watching its little ovaled lips working like a baby's mouth as a quiver rippled sensitively over her at his exploring, cuntal manipulations! Again, he concentrated on the untangling, brownish pubic curls beneath his thumbs and the opening of her moistened cunt-lips, until its jeweled, flushed delicacy lay completely exposed to the youthful hunger of his frenzied eyes. Mesmerized, the fired teenager drank in the breathtaking spectacle, his young loins and belly and inferno of spasming passion!
"Man...!" he choked, as if he were in some sort of dream-world. He gaped at the widespread, coral-hued mouth glistening moistly with some secret viscous wetness that intrigued him. He could see her cunt actually twitch and palpitate in its raw-like intricate delicacies! Oh man ... he couldn't resist! He had to smell of it ... maybe even taste it...! Hesitantly, he moved his young teenaged face forward, pausing, then pursing his mouth to kiss one outer lip of her hot, hair-lined cunt! His closeness brought an aromatic, sensual tang to his brain like that he had smelled on her tiny panties! It was too much ... too much ...!
He thrust his tremoring tongue out until it made contact with the pink, liquid flesh, its hot, tangy feel and essence sending crazy chills along his spine, causing his young nostrils to ardently flare ...!
Dick Sheppherd saw his buddy's face disappear down behind Mrs. Harris' nakedly upthrust buttocks, and he could only imagine that Frankie was licking her offered cunt! Suddenly, she began to hum around his almost totally absorbed rod of hardness in her sucking mouth, and he saw her waggle her ass-cheeks back toward Frankie's buried face between them! He felt her hot, soft lips creeping further onto his aching cock, the muscles of her fluidly nursing throat working as she rhythmically swallowed, making his burning loins tense and jerk! Frig! She was trying to draw his entire prick right down into her throat to his churning balls!
Its satiny head of his virile young penis throbbed and jumped wildly with the mind-destroying lickings of her curling tongue caressing its sides. She had fallen into a smooth, up and down sucking motion, and he saw her inner-lips bizarrely being pulled out, the pink oral flesh clinging to his throbbing cock-shaft as she voraciously sucked it. He both felt and saw her scorching, hardened-nippled breasts swaying and yielding against the tensed flesh of his thighs from the short up and down motions of her pumping torso, keeping cadence to Frankie's exploring tongue in her hot cunt ...!
"Oh crap!" Dickie blurted as he suddenly realized he could see his buddy's reflection in the vanity mirror ... see the whole frigging circus! Frankie was raising up straight, his face shining wet from the moisture of her pussy! He was holding onto his stiffened cock and kneeing in closer behind her! Dick watched him draw the purple head of his swollen prick upward through the length of their Scout Mistress' naked pink crevice ... and then with a hip-thrusting charge, Frankie buried the solid length of white, blood-filled flesh with a resounding slap into her cunt-hole, his bloated balls swinging against the splayed pinkness beneath! Shit, he was fucking her!
The intoxicating sensations utterly drenching Ellen's perspiring, lust-driven body were nothing short of maddening enchantment to her! A weird feeling of neo-sadism bubbled through her veins at the lecherous thought of possessing both of their innocent, teenaged cocks at once. Lewd flames of depraved passion sent flickering tingles over the raw nerve-ends of her naked smooth flesh as Frankie's longer, thicker cock probed delightfully in her dilated, heatedly simmering vagina, his young bloated balls grazing and taunting her erect little clitoris in blissful rhythm. His lean, boyish hips were smacking and spreading further apart the softly giving moons of her upraised buttocks with every solid stroke. He had never fucked a girl before, she felt certain, and at that very moment she was stripping that innocence from him! Now, he belonged to her! She was his first fuck ... his first real love, and he'd remember her always!
Just as the sweet darling lying prostrate and helpless beneath her would never forget this day when she sucked him into heaven! Almost wild-eyed, the blonde young wife stared down at the sparse, curling light-hairs sprouting around the fatty base of his smaller, teenaged cock. She moved her soft warm palm closer to cup his youthfully filling balls, enclosing them warmly to caress and gently fondle as she continued to rhythmically suck him.
Dear God, there was nothing else in the world but the obscene debauchery she was subjecting their sensually spurred and defenseless young bodies to! That sadistic, lecherous thought caused her to suck more vigorously, while she screwed her naked buttocks back onto Frankie's long youthful hardness in wanton lewdness.
Ellen envisioned a white heat raging in her belly and loins as she undulated the spread ovals of her voluptuous ass-cheeks in luridly taunting little circles. Frantically, she squeezed and released with her inner-cuntal muscles at the boyish pole of swollen penile sinew desperately stroking into her from behind and hearing his uncontrollable moans of never-before pleasure. At the same time, she pulled with her locked, wet lips at the young rigid cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every loudly sucking motion. Again, she explored its tiniest ridge and wrinkle with her laving tongue, its tip licking and stabbing fiendishly at the slit in the blood-inflated glans!
Ooohhh ... it would cum soon, and that's what she wanted ... to feel and taste his virginal boy-sperm shooting into her mouth! She hoped it would unleash like a jet stream ... open like a fountain for her to gulp at its hot thickness as it dribbled down her throat, filling her belly! Yes ... oh yes ... and the beautiful, thicker young cock fucking into her from behind would flood her eagerly burning cunt until she was completely drenched in their seething young sperm! It was hers ... all hers ... and she wanted every last drop her teenaged darlings could pump into her!
Ellen's unseeing blue-eyes began to open and close in a stupored haze of obscene rapture. She sucked demonically and spread her naked thighs wider, thrusting her lewdly positioned ass-cheeks higher back against Frankie's hammering, teenaged cock. With each ramming stroke, she felt with keen delight his youthful, sperm-bloated balls slapping against the palpitating bud of her tiny clitoris, while the sparse pubic hair of his pelvis brushed tantalizingly against the sensitive, inner edges of her working buttocks.
The warm saliva in her hungrily sucking mouth thickened. It was becoming more viscous now, and she tasted the sweetness of minute emissions seeping from the slit of his young, uneducated rod of hardness. She could feel its rubbery tip brushing at the back of her throat, and his tensed, youthful body writhing and straining as it moved magnetically toward its climax! Abruptly, his young hands tightened in her tousled blonde locks, endeavoring to manipulate her mouth up and down more forcefully on his quickly swelling cock that was fucking into her face! She moaned passionately around it driving its wildly throbbing hardness deep into her throat, vividly imagining that it was trying to meet the other teenage penis fucking so beautifully into her steaming vagina from behind ...!
"Oooohhhh ... ooohhhhh mannnnn...!" Dick Sheppherd hoarsely gasped as he began to wantonly writhe beneath her. "I-It's gonna! I-I can feel it cumming! Oh ... oh shit ... here it cuummmmsss...!"
The words alone were enough to send the blonde young wife into a naked state of trembling anticipation...! And then, seconds later, her mouth was completely deluged with a torrent of hot, thick cum that raged down her obscenely swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire! She fought for breath as she gulped in lecherous hunger at the white, sticky sperm wildly squirting from his virile young cock. Eagerly, she smiled at his young, swollen balls, the sensation of his climax sufficient to trigger her own orgasm. Simultaneously, she felt Frankie's cock expanding and pulsating as it fucked furiously into her hungrily clasping cunt! Then, it too began spewing its white, hot load deep into her milking, wetly inflamed vagina!
"Ooooohhhhh ... ooohh Christ ... I-It's gonna shoot! Now...! Noooowwww...!" Frankie groaned, his young voice trailing off into a near whine!
Ellen mawled in ultra erotic bliss around the still ejaculating, tender boy-cock in her mouth as she sensed Frankie's spasmodic squirts of youthful jism splashing pleasurably far up inside her belly. She sensed it foaming back and seeping out between the hair-lined lips of her grasping pussy onto the quickly drenched pubic hair of his young pelvis. His balls were jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her nakedly frenzied body to convulsively jerk forward, driving the still spurting cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Insanely, she screwed her warm, undulating ass back onto the spewing shaft behind, and with that she felt her tormented young body explode into an inexhaustible array of colorful bursting stars ... a maelstrom of physical enchantment overwhelming and draining her until the very life seemed to ebb from her. At last, she dropped her head and lay across Dick Sheppherd's young, spasming belly, a thin string of his ivory-white cum trailing from her glistening lips to his deflating cock, while the useless, withering boy-penis behind started to limply slip from her still convulsing vagina. Then ... the world that was reality began to slowly penetrate the stupored screen her vodka and orange had temporarily built....
CHAPTER SIX
It was even worse than Ellen might have imagined it could be ... had she looked that far ahead from the very onset. But of course, she hadn't, and now the absolute shame and revulsion of herself in the aftermath of her obscenely depraved seduction of the two Boy Scouts were nearly destroying her. More horrifying than all was the dreadful fear she had felt since the little Jimmy Worden affair, last night's perverted episode merely added more fuel to that sense of restrained panic. This, along with the hangover she was deservedly suffering, was almost too much to cope with for the young, blonde wife.
She could still barely conceive of the degraded depths she had powerlessly allowed herself to sink to, or the nature of the monstrously warped quirk that had come back to life inside her like some reincarnation out of hell. God, she undoubtedly needed the help of a psychiatrist, but even as she thought this, she discarded it as out of the question. Carl would have to know, and that alone made it unthinkable ... God, she had no place to turn ...!
At least, she remembered, they hadn't cried or carried on as little Jimmy had. In fact, she wasn't certain but what she might have felt better about it if they had. The Sheppherd boy didn't worry her, but Frankie Castro did. Hadn't he made her kiss him good-night before he would leave ... grinning at her and mauling her breast as if she were some street slut! Damn ... was she any better than that?
Oh ... what should she do ... call Carl and beg him to let her join him there in New York for the remainder of the month? Perhaps, it would all die down by then ... but she knew that, too, was just another feeble hope. Besides, they could hardly afford her flying and staying in hotels for a month, and certainly the company wasn't about to pay for it. Oh, God ... God ... God...! All night she had thought of nothing else but this terrible affliction she had let stealthy creep back into her life. Sleep had almost entirely escaped her, and she felt so drawn, so nauseatingly worn out; yet, she could think of nothing else.
She shook her head, brushing a slender hand across her aching brow as she sat in her robe, gulping at the strong vodka-orange she'd made to help soothe her both physically and mentally. She'd have one or two and that would be the end of it ... nothing like the day before when she had drenched herself in the vile stuff. Lord knows, she had to have something to help her shake her wretchedness ... and the house was still a mess from the Scout meeting the night before. Poor Carl, he wouldn't believe his eyes if he could see his home or his wife at that very moment, would he? Ooohhh ... she was so filled with repugnance of herself that she could just sit there the rest of the day and bawl ... but damnit, she was not going to! She had to get a hold on her emotions ... face it out and ... and swear before God that she'd never yield to the perverted temptation again! She would ... she would!
The usually vivacious young wife enjoyed an upsurge of spirits at her determined resolve, almost as if a great part of the battle were won in the mere decision. Already, the alcohol had warmed her inwardly, besides doing wonders for her aching head, a welcomed lightening of heart creeping over her. Her watch indicated that it was nearly noon and she had yet to dare eye her reflection in a mirror since climbing out of bed hours before. She would do that now, shower, dress and make the necessary repairs to what had to be a rather dissipated young female countenance....
The telephone interrupted her agenda planning, an immediate uneasy sensation undermining her short, buoyed-up moment. Ellen sat unmoving, staring across the room at the jangling instrument, the thought that it might be Carl finally motivating her.
"H-Hello...?" she hesitantly managed, her greeting more of a question than a declaration.
"Hello, Mrs. Harris...?" a sultry feminine voice inquired.
"Yes ... yes, this is she," Ellen replied, trying not to let her disappointment show in her tone.
"Margot Caldwell, here Mrs. Harris," the pleasing young throaty voice advised. "We've never formally met, my dear, but I've often seen you in the market. Perhaps you'll place me when I tell you that I'm Mr. Worden's housekeeper, and of course, little Jimmy's sitter...."
The voice had gone on to say more, but the near-frantic jolt of fear that had ripped through the Scoutmaster's young wife had inadvertently caused her to slap her hand downward against the cradle's lever, severing their connection. In little short of panic, Ellen stood there with the instrument frozen in her hand, yet still pressed hard against her cheek as she continued to hold down the receiver.
Good God...! Why else would she be calling...? She knows ... Jimmy must've told...! Oooohhhh ...!
Suddenly, the screaming ring of the telephone in her hands terrified her! Again, it clamored with a mind-shattering din that made her want to drop it and run! Oh God, no ... no...! Had to get hold of herself and now ... immediately! It would be the worst thing she would do ... must answer ... must ... brazen her way ... somehow...! Oh God .'..'!...." Hello ... yes ... I-I'm sorry ... we must have been cut off...." Ellen managed, absolutely amazed at the unexpected calm of her own voice. "You were saying, Miss Caldwell...?"
"Yes ... Mr. Worden was most anxious that I call and thank you for the way you looked after Jimmy yesterday," the sultry voice pleasantly advised. "He must have taken a nasty fall, and it was so kind of you to help him."
Ellen couldn't help the little quivering sigh of relief that silently escaped her. She felt as if a tremendous weight were lifting from her shoulders. "W-Well ... how is he, anyway?"
"Fine," the husky voice assured her. "You know how quickly young boys recover from their little accidents, Mrs. Harris. Just one of the many scars we collect in growing up."
"Y-Yes ... yes, of course," Ellen replied, weighing the other girl's words carefully to detect any double-meaning intended. She couldn't be sure......" You and Mr. Harris for cocktails and dinner on Thursday to show his appreciation. We do hope you'll come...?"
"Oh dear, that's so kind of Mr. Worden, Miss Caldwell, but my husband is out of town on a business trip," Ellen said, Finding solace for the first time in Carl's being away. "He'll be gone for several weeks, I'm afraid; but when he returns," she lied, "we'd love to come."
"Oh that is a shame ... I just know Al's going to be terribly disappointed, Mrs. Harris," the voice disenchantedly fell. "He was looking forward so much to meeting you, as was I, may I add ... Look, if Mr. Harris is away that's all the more reason why you should join us, dear! After all, you are alone ... I mean no children or the likes?"
"Yes ... that is, I am alone," Ellen stammered, "but I do keep quite busy." She lightly laughed, her self-assurance reasserting its place in her mind. "I have even taken over Carl's ... my husband's, Scoutmaster duties with his troop. So, you can imagine that I'm occupied most of the time."
"Yes ... yes, I can imagine that you are, Mrs. Harris," the throaty female voice agreed. "All the same, I was told not to accept no for an answer, dear," it went on in its charming British accent. "Please, won't you join us?"
"Well ... I-I wish I could, Miss Caldwell," Ellen fumbled, "but ... but I do have something scheduled for Thursday evening...."
"Then, why not tonight, darling?" the girl insisted, her extremely attractive face and figure reflecting in Ellen's mind from the few times she had seen her.
"Well ... I...." the blonde young wife faltered, feeling very stupid and obvious. Lord, why not? What was she so frightened of? Jimmy certainly hadn't given away their secret, else this conversation would be following an entirely different vein. Besides, if there was the slightest suspicion of anything improper on her part, accepting the invitation should surely eliminate it! "All right, Miss Caldwell, I'd love to come. What time...?"
"Oh marvelous! Al's going to be so pleased!", the voice purred. "Shall we say eight-ish for cocktails ... dinner at nine?"
"Fine," Ellen replied with a little smile. "You can expect me ... and thank you, Miss Caldwell."
"Oh, you're most welcome, Mrs. Harris ... and you do know where we live...?"
"Yes ... it's that lovely big place that sets back amongst the cedars, isn't it?" Ellen questioned.
"That's it! I'm really looking forward to our meeting."
"Thank you ... so am I," the young blonde replied. "Until tonight then, Miss Caldwell...?"
"Until tonight, darling
* * *
Young Lester Wheeler habitually swept the heavy chestnut forelock away from his handsome brow with a useless movement, his angry dark-eyes glaring at the younger Frankie Castro. "I don't believe it!" the fourteen year old assistant scoutmaster snapped at the pinch-faced boy who was luridly grinning at him. "What the devil are you trying to pull, Castro?"
"Believe it or not," Frankie half-sniggered, sitting down on the steps of the Wheeler front porch beside the older boy. "It's true, man ... ain't it, Dick? Tell 'em ... go on...!"
The cherubic, freckled-faced boy reluctantly nodded his head, displeased that his buddy had made no effort toward keeping their secret as they'd promised Mrs. Harris. "Man ... you got the biggest mouth I've ever seen, Frankie!" Dick Sheppherd spat, kicking at a small pebble on the walk. "You even gave Scout's honor...."
"Oh bullshit!" Frankie Castro spewed with a youthful leer. "What's it matter on a thing like this? Besides, I figure maybe Les would like to get in on the act next time, eh, Les?"
The well-built young teenager could only stare in shocked disbelief at the pair of friends he had known most of his life, the realization that they were not lying causing tingly sensations to stir at the base of his youthful groin. He looked from one to the other of their faces, his own cheeks flushing from Frankie Castro's graphic revelations...."she sucked off Dick while I fucked her from behind...!" At that moment, he wasn't sure whether his emotions were being fired through loyalty to Mrs. Harris, who he had grown to think so much of, or his Scoutmaster's beautiful blonde wife of whom he'd been a secret admirer since the first time he'd ever seen her.
"Y-You mean ... she actually took her clothes all off and ... and let you do it to her?" Lester questioned in a dry, whispering voice.
"Let us...? Ha! Man, she practically raped us for Christ sake!" Frankie Castro hissed back, still grinning. "I mean, she swallowed old Dick's prick right down her throat and made him shoot-off right there, while I humped into her from behind, my cock shoved all the way up her tight little pussy ... and what a nice warm pussy she's got!"
"Jeez!" the chestnut-haired, older boy gasped, his young mind quickly imagining the exciting sight of the curvaceous young wife's naked body ... especially there between her legs! He felt his own virginal cock stir with natural stretching reaction to the other's lewdly exciting description. Crap, he'd never even seen a girl there, let alone did it to one, and he was older than both these guys. But Mrs. Harris ... wow ... he frequently got a hard-on just looking at her all dressed ...!
"What you say, Les?" Frankie whispered. "You want to have a little party with her? She'll let you ... I know she will! Maybe Dick and I'll get in on it, too!"
"C-Crap ... I-I can hardly believe it yet!" their assistant Scoutmaster stammered with a shake of his young head. "Mrs. Harris ... man...!"
"Makes your prick stand up like a flagpole, eh Les?" Frankie sniggered.
"It happened, all right," Dick Sheppherd assured him, then: "But that ain't no sign she'll let us do it again! She'd been drinking...."
"Shit!" the pinched-faced boy snapped at his buddy. "How the hell's she going to refuse? Man, we got her right over a barrel! She's got to fuck and suck us whenever we want her to! Don't be so dumb, guy! What else can she do? She sure don't want us telling Mr. Harris ... or our parents, does she? Get with it, Sheppherd ... the luscious Mrs. Harris is going to be taking care of our cocks for a long time to come!"
"Jeez...!" Les Wheeler exclaimed, his throat flannel-swabbed, his virile young penis as hard as a steel arrow. There was no question in his youthful mind but what Castro was right ... and if they were doing it to her, why shouldn't he? Crap, he couldn't think of a damned thing he'd rather do ... but he sure didn't want to take any chances on being caught ... "Listen, I ... I got an idea...."
"Yeah, what?" the pinch-faced boy pressed.
"The parade ... when we go to L. A...."
Behind the now three huddled young teenagers and separated by a screened-door, three older and long-haired, unshaven boys in their late teens had stood in silence, intently listening to their younger brothers. Quietly, Zero Wheeler, a seventeen-year old, broad-shouldered, straggly bearded youth with the inherent, chestnut-hued hair, eased the door snugly closed before turning with gleaming dark-eyes toward his equally appearing, hippy friends.
"Fuck!" he hissed. "I wouldn't have believed it, for Chris'sake! Old Harris' sweet pussy-girl is eatin' and layin' the goddamned whole troop!"
"I told you, man!" Jack Worden grinned. "She's got a thing, eh? Gobbling my little brother, Jimmy's, dinky thingo!"
"Shit, I want a piece of the delicious bitch!" Mingus Castro oafishly put in, his beady eyes agog. "I used to sit there at meetings and try to look up her frigging skirt, my cock like a sash-weight! Prettiest legs I ever saw on a doll...!"
"Luscious tits and ass, too!" Jack Worden threw in. "Must be old Harris can't take care of her if she's gone on boy-cock, eh?"
"Well, I know some boys who can!" Zero Wheeler lewdly grinned. "But listen, my kid brother's not so dumb, eh? You heard him there talking about the frigging parade affair this week-end. That sounds like a gem to me. Now listen and get this picture...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The lissome, titan-haired Margot Caldwell sat enjoying her first martini of the evening, absently stroking the file across the pointed edges of her long, lacquered nails as she contemplated Al Worden's telephone remarks, plus the anticipated pleasure of the evening to come. Fortunately, Jack wasn't going to be around. He'd said something about going to L. A. for a few days and under the circumstances, she wasn't about to miss him. Certainly, his father wouldn't; in fact, he'd been pleased when she'd told him. But there was little to be done about Jimmy. His friends were all busy and there was no getting rid of him this night. All the same, that should present no problem. He'd be asleep in his room, and they would be in their secure little suite upstairs. Nevertheless, Al hadn't liked it.
"Damnit, I told you to make it Thursday, Baby!" he'd irritably snapped. "I'm going to be tied up until after ten, tonight...."
"Darling, I did my best, but Thursday was out for our charming Mrs. Harris," she had restrainedly answered. "Frankly, I could sense her getting ready to chuck telephone and all; she was that up-tight. So, I simply overwhelmed her with charm and sprung this evening on her."
He had laughed then, and followed with: "I can just hear that sexy voice of yours seducing her over the Bell system. Okay ... okay, I'll be there as soon's I can. Just don't wear her out before I make it, eh?"
"Why, Lover, what are you ever talking about?" she had questioned with practiced naive tone, smiling to herself.
"Oh brother ... Listen, whatever kind of cocktail she has, be sure to give her only one of the doctored stuff, eh? They're all pretty well acid-laced and you want to be sure how she reacts before you give her a second. Maybe, she won't need it ... "
"Don't worry, Al lover. Margot's had experience before, eh?"
"Yeah ... yeah, I keep forgetting that I've got an expert in the house now," he said, his voice praisingly warm. "Oh, how about Jimmy?"
"Unh, unh, Darling. I'm afraid we can't pawn him off tonight. But don't worry, he won't bother us," she had assured her lecherous counterpart, having found it necessary to slip a little something in the boy's bedtime milk several times before when Al had been out of town and Jack had shared their bed in his father's place.
She sipped at her martini, thinking that it was going to be rather amusing to watch the voluptuous blonde wife's expression when confronted with Al's little son for the first time since her seduction of him. Not that she intended to make any issue of the affair, unless it became necessary, but a little jarring of the lovely Mrs. Harris's poise might prove rewarding. She was such a breathtaking creature, Margot thought, a lust-tugging expression playing around her sensual mouth. From the very first time she had laid eyes on her, the curvaceous blonde beauty had reminded her of Cindy Adams, a dear model friend ... and what deliciously erotic hours they had spent together!
Of course, Cindy had been died-in-the-wool, lesbian oriented following a disastrous six-weeks marriage, but who was to say this gorgeous blonde wife didn't have like tendencies? Now wouldn't that be an unexpected joy though? However, the tiniest leanings would be sufficient, regardless if she were or were not aware of them. The LSD, with proper suggestiveness, would rapidly surface them. Damn, but it'd been a long time since she had enjoyed those tenderly intoxicating, feminine games! The erotic thought was more than a little exciting.
The supplely curved, raven-haired girl in her braless, slack ensemble, arose from the couch and was in the act of mixing a second cocktail when the front bell rang. She smiled, placing the ice-cube Filled mixing glass onto the small bar and walked toward the door, her anticipation mounting.
"Hello, Mrs. Harris ... do come in," she warmly greeted the enthralling, shoulder-length blonde haired young wife in the black, mini cocktail dress, her raking onyx-eyes immediately dropping from the revealing cleavage of smoothly firmed, white full breasts to the dark, nylon encased beauty of perfectly rounded lush thighs tapering downward toward exotic calves and envious ankles. "My, but you do look enchanting, my dear ... absolutely stunning!"
"W-Well ... thank you," Ellen, a bit surprised at the sincerity in the other's tone, replied. "I'm sorry that I'm late...."
"Oh, don't give it a thought. It's only 8:15, and Al's going to be tardy anyway. Something's come up at the lot," Margot said, taking the other's wrap and hanging it in the entranceway closet. Then, gently catching the young blonde wife's soft arm, she said: "Come in and have a drink while we wait; and let's start off by calling one another by name. Mine is Margot, and I believe yours is Ellen, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is...."
"Sit here, Ellen ... it's my favorite nook ... more intimate than the rest, I think. What will you have?"
"Oh ... oh, anything ... vodka-orange if you have it," Ellen answered, carefully seating herself so that her knees were demurely touching, her revealed legs and outer thighs discreetly at an angle. She watched the graceful young brunette glide away to the corner-bar. It was difficult for her to believe all the gossip her coffee-clatch friends had filled her with, though she could readily understand how any man might lose his heart to her. Appraisingly, Ellen let her smoke-blue eyes brush over the willowy girl's appealing curves, noting the rather masculine broadness of shoulder and narrow waist. But the full, voluptuous contours of her smoothly rounded hips and ovaled buttocks in their silverish, tight-fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her pointed, joyously bouncing breasts, obviously unhampered by a brassiere, were those of a girl who would look as well without clothes as with ... and that was a rarity.
"I enjoy martinis this time of evening," the raven-haired voluptuary said without glancing back. "But I always enjoy a screwdriver, too ... so I'll have one with you."
"I ... I'm afraid I'm not much of a drinker," Ellen said, realizing immediately that the phrase hardly applied to the last few days. She felt a self conscious tinge of red flushing her cheeks at her own words; then she was suddenly startled by the appearance of Jimmy Worden who stood in the doorway of the room staring at her with stunned disbelieving eyes.
"Come in, darling. Look who's here!" Ellen heard Margot's British accented statement, sensing the brunette moving toward her from across the room, while she, herself, tensely gaped at the boy who looked as if he might burst out crying at any second! My God ...!
"Well, Jimmy ... you do remember Mrs. Harris, the lady who was kind enough to take care of you yesterday after your accident ... don't you?"
"H-Hello, Jimmy," Ellen, amazed at the unbelievable calmness in her own voice, was silently screaming inside. "How are you feeling, dear?"
"F-Fine...." the tow-headed, dark-eyed youth half-whispered, moving slowly into the room, his gaze uncontrollably riveted on her, myriad thoughts racing through his young brain. Man, what was she doing there? H-Had Margot said anything to her about it...? S-She didn't look angry or anything ... Crap, why'd he ever told them, anyway? S-She was so pretty ... and the way she'd done it to him...! But he'd been so lousy scared that his dad would find out....
"Would you like a Coke or something, Jimmy?" Margot invited, reveling in the thought of what Ellen Harris must be suffering at that tense moment, but admiringly surprised with, and at, the young blonde wife's outward coolness. Yes, the young blonde had more than enough poise; she seemed outwardly unjarred. Interesting, to say the least....
"No, thank you," Jimmy replied, still staring directly at Ellen. "I-I better go back up and finish my homework. G-Goodbye, Mrs. Harris."
Ellen forced a smile, sighing heavily within herself. "Yessss ... so nice to see you again, Jimmy...."
"He is a sweet boy," Margot said in a calculatedly disarming tone as Jimmy quickly left the room. Smiling, she handed Ellen her drink and eased down onto the edge of the couch beside her. "And I can readily see that you do like little boys, don't you dear?"
Ellen sat forward with a start, her hostess' remark searing through her like a firebrand! What in God's name had she meant? For a long moment, Ellen searched the other's sparkling, if, unaccusing onyx eyes. She sought answers in her own sudden, whirling mind, then decided that silence might be the better strategy. Instead, she sipped heavily from her drink, her eyes warily contemplating the vivacious brunette's. At last, she said: "Carl and I hope to have three sons, once we start our family. But we're not ready yet."
"That, Darling, will put you in bad graces with the world population people," Margot lightly said. "I believe it's two they advocate, isn't it?"
"Something like that," Ellen answered, uneasily leaning back once more, wondering if she hadn't been a fool to come there in the first place. Though they hardly gave her away in the slightest, Margot Caldwell's glimmering onyx-eyes were for some reason frightening her ... or at the very least, upsetting her. It wasn't too late to find an excuse for leaving....
"Have I said something to offend you, Ellen dear?" the ravishing girl unexpectedly question, moving along the edge of the couch to reach out and cover the young blonde wife's small hand where it rested on her thigh. "If I have, I'm terribly sorry, but I believe even a blind man could sense your abrupt, uneasy mood. Forgive me, darling, but what did I say that was wrong ...?"
Ellen could only gape at the enchanting, dark-haired young beauty, her astonishing and mysterious candor taking her totally unaware. The warmth of her soft, feminine hand upon the back of her own infused a strange sensation within the young blonde wife that she could neither deny nor decipher. Once more, she automatically lifted her glass to her lips, nearly draining its contents. Lord ... what was happening here, anyway...?
"I-I have no uneasy mood," Ellen managed along with a readily found smile. "My ... my husband often tells me that I give him that impression too," she lied. "It must be some false air I can't control, Margot. I'm sorry...."
"Oh, please don't be," the gem-eyed hostess half whispered as she stared directly into the curvaceous blonde beauty's gorgeous blue eyes, all of the mentally erotic imaginings she had been contemplating about to culminate, she was certain, with her lustfully conceived plans. She could hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling inside her sensuous young body as she smiled with a show of glistening white teeth. "I'm sure once I get to know you better ... and I'm certainly going to do that tonight, Darling ... we'll have no secrets from each other, not even hidden little idiosyncrasies."
There was no avoiding it ... absolutely no denying it, Ellen abruptly realized! She knew! She absolutely knew about Jimmy...! What was short of panic, but filled her with a leaden-weighted fear, settled like an ominous cloud over the gaping blonde girl as she stared into the other's licentiously dancing, onyx eyes.
"Wh-What are you trying to get at, Margot?" Ellen heard her own near-hissing question. "What...?"
"You ... we both, already know that ... don't we, Ellen dear?" the long, titan haired ex-model returned her whisper. "You like little boy-cock ... and I like you. Oh, I have no aversion to cock, young or old, Darling, but I love sweet pussy ... and I especially think I'm going to love yours! I hope you enjoy mine as much!"
Whether it was what she said, or her casual use of four letter erotic words, Ellen had no idea in her spinning brain, but rather than the offended anger she should be feeling, an unexplainable sensation bordering on vibrant sensual excitement had incredibly rippled through her! God ... something was not right in her head, but she couldn't reason what, nor why! The room itself had suddenly taken on intense hues, and the ravishing face of the raven-haired, dark eyed girl beside her seemed to have assumed a wavering, vision-like appearance!
"Yes, Ellen darling ... I know all about you sucking little Jimmy's hard boy-cock." Margot began to confidingly inform, moving ever closer to the already partially drugged, blonde young wife beside her. "And I can understand, Baby. Sometimes, I'd rather suck a teenaged cock than be fucked by a mature one. Still, if I really want to know the delicacy of sweet and gentle loving, I like to eat cunt, don't you, Darling? Have you ever licked a pussy?"
Ellen could only gaze in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful face which seemed to be floating ever closer to her own, its lovely, sparkling lips slowly moving to emit the incessant flow of lewdly intoxicating words and suggestive acts which were causing inexplicable sensations to increase within her now trembling belly and incited loins ...!
"I've never sucked Jimmy as you have ... but I love to suck cocks! I've had other boys squirt their cum down my throat, though, and it was heavenly, Darling!" Margot excitedly continued. "Some cocks are so long and thick, while littler boys are slender and hard! For me, I like to swallow a long, thick cock down into my throat when it cums! It's always heaven, isn't it, Baby?"
For an unending instant, Ellen was aware of a desperation struggle taking place in the already dazed recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of obscene verbiage and the salacious meaning behind it inciting a lustful vacuum at the base of her soft belly. Good God in heaven! What ... what was happening to her...?
"Really, Darling...?" Margot's sultry voice wavered in her ears, re-echoing simultaneously across the room. "Can you think of anything more fascinating than licking with your hot little tongue the pink crevice of a girl's hot pussy? Can you now?"
In aroused confusion, Ellen blankly stared at the provocative smile on the vision's enravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the soft, spread white thighs and hair-adorned genitals of some beautiful, unknown girl at Margot's compelling suggestion! Yes ... yes ... it was fascinating, she thought, sensing the other's closeness even as she subliminally fought against the lustful sensations that were stealing all control from her!...." Jimmy, too, can join us if you'd like that!" Margot wantonly hissed, the depraved idea striking her as a lecherously fascinating one. She had never really sucked eleven year old cock because it couldn't cum, but how invigorating it must be ... they were so smooth and tender, like young girls! Maybe, she would even try another half shot of Al's doctored stuff! The first half was doing marvels for her! "And ... and you know, Baby, Margot will make you cum like a volcano! She'll suck your sweet cunt until it explodes...!"
"Oooohhhh ... I ... yes ... Godd, yesss!" Ellen gasped, squirming in her corner of the couch.
"There ... there, sweet darling, Margot knows! You're getting all hot and wet up between those lovely legs, aren't you?" the raven-haired girl tauntingly breathed, gently reaching down to brush her slender, warm hand along the blonde, eagerly writhing wife's nylon covered, upper thighs. "You know, sweet baby, when I get the way you are right now, I say all the filthy, dirty words I can imagine ... like cunt, fuck, asshole, and cocksuck! Go ahead, Angel, say them, it'll make you feel better, and only your Margot is going to hear! Don't be afraid, say them! Pussy, shit...!"
"Tit . ... ball . ... cock . ... cunt....suck . ... suck . ... suck....!" Ellen whimpered hesitantly at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the obscene words began to burningly scream in her drugged brain as if crying for outlet! "Ooohhh ... jism, prick, suck, suck, suck! My pussy's on fire! I don't know what's happened to me, but my cunt's flaming. Yes ... yes, I want to suck Jimmy, you, anybody...!"
"There, there, lovely baby ... we'll take care of it for you," Margot hotly promised, smoothing her hand up over Ellen's rounded little belly toward her rising and falling full breasts to tenderly caress and cup the soft resilient firmness of one. Then, she let her fingertips softly tease the erogenous, naked white flesh of their exposed cleavage. "Baby sweet, just think of your own tingling hot cunt ... the fired, wet pussy between your legs ... and mine ... so moist and excited between my legs ... and the delectable feel of a tongue, my hot tongue ... my tongue quivering and licking your clitoris ... and your excited tongue playing with mine! Isn't that a beautiful thought, pretty darling? Isn't it?"
"Oooohhh ... what's happening to me, Margot...?" Ellen whimpered, gasping as she brushed a hand over her forehead, the girl's salacious question soaring like a circling rocket in her brain! Passionate fermentations of stimulated pleasure rippled through the drugged blonde wife at the feel of magic hands sensitively playing over her still clothed, wildly aroused young body!
"Isn't it, Ellen darling? Can you think of a more delicious thought than my hot, wet tongue playing and licking your teeny bud? Would you like that, pretty love? Would you...?"
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh yes ... yeess ... a tongue ... your tongue, Margot, licking my clitoris ... and mine ... licking yours!" Ellen gasped, her own small hands commencing to caress and smooth over the sheeningly encased roundness of her own revealed upper thighs.
"Then, let's do it, Baby! Let's get all naked, Ellen, so you can lie back with your pretty legs raised high and spread wide for Margot to get between and lick your hot pussy for you!" the wild-eyed, ex-model lewdly pressed as she glanced at her watch, knowing the young blonde wife was completely lost now under the influence of drugged suggestion.
"Y-Yesss ... I want tooo ... I want tooo!" Ellen feverishly moaned.
"And you'll kiss my cunt, Lover ... suck it and love it for Margot?" the onyx-eyed seducer continued as if she couldn't get her fill of their luridly obscene dialogue, even knowing the curvaceous young beauty could never refuse now.
"Yesss ... oh God, yessss ... I want to, Margot darling!"
"Y-You want to what, lover?"
"T-To lick and love your hot cunt, to ... to put my tongue into it ... right up your wet vagina! Oh ... oh yes, please ... and we'll suck Jimmy, too, won't we...?"
"Y-Yes, Baby ... we'll suck Jimmy, too, just for you ... yes, we'll do it, Ellen baby! Just for you!"
"Please ... please ... now, I want to now, Margot!" Ellen writhingly whimpered, her dress hitched up, her slender fingers attempting to worm inside the legband of her own snug, nylon panties up between her now, wantonly spread open thighs.
"Not here, Darling. We'll go up to our private suite where we can be cozy ... where it'll be even better than anything you ever imagined," Margot suggested with promise, wondering how she was ever going to entice Jimmy to join them, but truly wanting him to. She had never known such a desire for little boy cock. But it would actually be the wonderful topping on the cake, wouldn't it? Oh Christ...? "I promise ... I'll make you cum like a fountain, sweet beauty!"
"Oh yes ... God, yesss ... I have to cum ... want to cum ... suck Jimmy's little cock and your pussy! Oooohhhh...!"
Damn, she was more than ready now, Margot feverishly reasoned, getting to her feet and drawing the dazed-eyed young wife willingly upright. Eagerly, she clasped the voluptuous younger girl in a lesbianistic embrace, pressing Ellen's softly yielding curves against her own as she smoothed her avid hands over the other's tremoring warmth. "Kiss me, my sweet bitch!" Margot demanded and Ellen passively responded, opening her lush, tongue moistened lips to accept the ex-model's ravishing tongue, while Margot's fervently exploring hands lewdly worked their way beneath her mini-skirted dress to stroke and caress her warmly resilient buttocks with unrestrained female lechery....
And then, they were moving up a grand stairway ... Ellen felt as if she were floating, but wanting to in her erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the soft, yet possessive mirage guiding her! They ... they were going to intimately kiss and tongue each other's excited, hot vaginas! Oh yes ... she could almost feel the beautiful girl's heated, wet tongue teasing her tiny bud! Ooohhh ... she wanted that ... yessss ... clitoral love ... yet ... yet...?...." Now, take off your clothes, Ellen darling, get beautifully naked for Margot!"
The curvaceous, blonde young wife suddenly stood alone in the center of a lavish bedroom. Her alluring seducer backed away to lower herself slowly onto the edge of the bed, eyes gleaming as she watched and subconsciously stroked her slender white hands upward over her narrow waist to the firm fullness of her own braless, wildly tingling breasts.
Damn, what a breathtaking young bitch this Mrs. Harris was! Cindy was lovely, but nothing in comparison to this heavenly proportioned Venus! Yes, it was lusciously curved creatures the likes of her that made homosexuality divine! Mmmmm, her vagina had never been any hotter, nor wetter with the excitement of anticipation! I'll make the beautiful titted bitch tongue fuck my steaming cunt until I cum a dozen times! Margot salaciously reasoned, glancing at the suite door she had left ajar for little Jimmy to see all, once he opened his own bedroom door across the hall. And he should be doing that very soon to go down after his glass of milk. There was small doubt in her scheming mind about the twelve year old eagerly watching them ... and then, she would entice him in to join them! God, she'd never realized how just the thought of his little hard cock in her mouth could set her afire! Of course, the acid-doctored booze was helping, along with the vision of Ellen Harris licking her cunt while she sucked his little cock...! Oh, it was going to be a delicious orgy ...!
Ellen reached over her own shoulder and up behind her back to lower the zipper of her dress ... then something, and unexplainable something, stopped her. Her satin skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent teachings vainly trying to penetrate the drugged mantle veiling her dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that what she was about to be a part of was against every principle she had ever professed. Lesbianism ... it was not the same as sucking tender young cocks ... She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, the raven-haloed, onyx eyed vision before her floatingly smiled, as if knowing and pleased that she mentally suffered....
"Go ahead, Darling, you can undress now," Margot half whispered. "It's all right. There's just you and me ... and you want your hot pussy licked, remember, Baby ... just as you're going to kiss and tongue Margot's for her...?"
Momentarily, Ellen continued to hesitate, then: " ... Y-Yes ... yes ... take off my clothes and be naked ... so we can lick and love each other...!"
"That's right, Darling, everything ... everything!" the gem-eyed, ex-model sensuously breathed, watching the drug influenced beauty slowly reveal her breathtaking charms, at last stepping out of the sheer nylon of her tiny black panties. "N-Now ... come here, my sweet bitch," Margot huskily ordered, rising from the bed to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?"
"Oh ... oh, yes ... yes ... I want to undress you, Margot!" Ellen uncontrollably whispered, quickly moving her sensually exciting body to the vivacious, titan-haired girl ... She stood nakedly trembling and began unbuttoning the ex-model's blouse.
Margot stared at the blonde wife's lushly curved voluptuousness, but couldn't endure the sight for a moment without exploring with wantonly lewd hands.
"Unhhh ... oohhh...!" she heard the dazed blonde wife gasp as she ardently performed her task to the brushes and hardened nipples pinches of Margot's knowledgeable fingers, the latter's mind racing with the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be!
"Un-Undress you, Margot darling...." Ellen was passionately whimpering. "Make you deliciously naked, like me...!"
"Ooohh ... kiss you all over ... you're so soft and lovely. ... kiss you all over, Darling ... even ... even your hot cunt...!" Ellen mumbled, gently removing the other's clothing as she stood there. Then, she kissed the older girl's slender neck and smooth white shoulder, moving down to her softly rounded firm breasts, tauntingly tonguing the marble hardness of each ruby-like nipple. Ellen sensed her own breathing quickening as she trailed her wetly quivering tongue downward over the small bowl of Margot's taut, silken-fleshed belly and slowly dropped to her knees before the statuesque girl. Gently, she turned her around and kissed them both of the onyx-eyed beauty's full, ovaled buttocks. At last, with a hesitant insistency, Ellen maneuvered her about once more, then pressed her excited face between Margot's lewdly spread white thighs to place an eager kiss on the lovely naked girl's warmly perfumed cuntal lips.
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Jimmy Worden wondered if he was going ape! He'd been on his way downstairs to get a glass of milk and had no more than opened the door when he saw them! Oh man ... what the devil were they doing...? There was Mrs. Harris all naked ... not one frigg-assed stitch on ... and she was undressing Margot! Holy Crap! He'd jumped back inside and cracked his door just enough so he could watch. Margot must have forgotten that she'd left the door to her and his father's suite open, or that he, Jimmy, was home, or something! But ... but they were doing sex things ... at least, Mrs. Harris was to Margot, because she was undressing her and kissing her at the same time!
Man, Mrs. Harris was beautiful without her clothes, her pretty white ass looking right at him as she knelt down in front of Margot! He could hardly take his young eyes from the deep crevice between the full, soft looking mounds, but he had to see Margot's naked tits sticking out and ... and Mrs. Harris pressing her face right in close between Margot's spread apart legs! Crapo! She was kissing her cunt!
Wow! Already, his thing had stiffened as hard as a ruler! He couldn't believe it, both of the women naked, hugging and kissing each other the way his father sometimes did to Margot. Crap, he'd never known that girl's did that ... or kissed one another's cunt! Man, what would his Dad say if he could see them? But ... but they didn't seem to care about anybody seeing them ... doing it right there with the door open ...!
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"Mmmmm!" Margot gasped and groaned as the young blonde wife's soft mouth pressed against her moistly heated vaginal lips in a kiss. She drew the dazed, panting girl upright and clutched the smooth, white warmth of her naked loveliness tightly against her, thrusting her ravaging tongue into the younger girl's mouth and forcing her backwards toward the bed. "I'm going to devour your luscious cunt, my sweet bitch! I'm going to tongue fuck your pussy hole until you beg for mercy! Then, I'm going to lick and sodomize your tiny asshole with my tongue until you cry with rapture! And you, my luscious creature, are going to eat and suck my cunt until I go right out into space! Now, what do you think of that agenda?"
"Ooooohhhh...! Yes ... yes! I want to ... want to, Darling! Do it ... please, let's do it!" Ellen pleaded, completely entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire naked being.
"Damn ... damn! You delicious bitch!" the voluptuous ex-model avidly exclaimed, pressing the young blonde wife's curvaceous nakedness down onto the bed and crawling between her receptively spreading, full white thighs. "Wider! Wider!" the titan haired girl commanded. "Raise them way up, high and wide! Farther ... farther! That's it, as high and wide apart as you can!"
Ellen never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the bewitching apparition demanded of her. She drew her lushly rounded white thighs back until their lower parts pressed against the full, supple mounds of her desire swollen breasts, their tiny, hardened pink nipples tingling and burning to the lewd caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread Ellen's golden curled, pink creviced cuntal slit wide open ... high and waiting before the eagerly naked Margot's lesbian assault!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everything that the bi sexed Margot Caldwell had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl, had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their deliciously sensuous cunts, was exemplified a million times in the mesmerizing perfection that was spread so defenselessly before her! God, this enchanting young wife had to be the ultimate ... so much so that the simple act of possessing of Ellen's tenderly soft vagina might cause the ex-model to become permanently on the cunt road! Margot would probably go mad! Just eating it, loving it, devouring it, would never be enough! Both cocks and cunts, one as erotically appealing as the other, had always haunted her sex oriented brain, but after this succulent young pussy she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one tract mind! Damn ... damn, this gorgeous naked delight, with her intoxicatingly sweet vagina helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased, was mind staggering! God no, she'd never get enough of it ... never!
With taunting delight, Margot teased it, wild sensations churning in her nakedly seething loins which were pressed into the soft give of the mattress. She brushed one finger through the blondish, silken hair adorning the puffy lips ... those outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to one another, only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner flesh assuring of the hot, wet opening they guarded! The amoral brunette lowered her desire-warped face, filling her nostrils with its racy, perfumed aroma. Her eyes gleamed like a mated pair of insatiable, fired gems! To the ex-model, it was suddenly as if the attacking of it was going to unleash an overwhelmingly powerful curse she could never again be rid of ... but she had to taste it ... to love it ... and she did!
Her hotly licking, female tongue did little more than trace the pinkish, flesh between the hair sprinkled lips in the beginning. Wetly, it laved over the silken, blonde curls with warm, slickening moisture. She tongued intently, combing the wispy, brownish tufts, while the delighted, drugged young wife beneath her moaned in mounting passion. Margot sensed her squirming and gasping, knowing that she waited for the moment when her swollen, blood-filled pussy lips would be spread open and the intimate fleshy fruit inside wantonly ravished!
When it did happen, Ellen whimpered loudly! In her intensely sensitized world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly splaying through the secret flesh of her inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-like oral flesh grazing the tiny slit of her urethra, licking over the sensitive intricacies within her spread pussy lips, and finally its tip kissing and stroking the minute bud of her erectly tingling clitoris!
Again, Ellen moaned in her dazed world of feverish passion. Subliminally, she raised her naked, obscenely positioned loins upward toward the ardent mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the raven-haired Margot nuzzled her eager face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between the golden-haired girl's wantonly spread white legs, engorging it all in an opened mouth, lips widely open to genital lips, and creating a kissing suction! The hot length of Margot's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erect bud until Ellen could do nothing but writhingly wail beneath ...!
"Oooohhhh ... oooohhhh...." Ellen's cries trailed into a passion filled moan of sensual delight to the ravaging brunette's voracious sucking of her frenzied, baby-like clitoris. Margot was nipping at it with her pretty, white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of erotic pleasure spiraling upward through Ellen's naked body. It was near maddening ... but enchantingly maddening! Then, the ex-model's hot, wet tongue was smoothly sliding in and out of her dilated vagina, first moistly curling at its clasping, nibbling mouth, then slipping deeply into the fluid heat of the clutching pussy hole between her wide-spread legs.
In her frantic twisting and lurching beneath Margot's obscene onslaught, they had moved around cross wise on the bed, and unable to restrain herself any longer, Ellen begged: "Oh ... oh God, Margot darling ... turn around ... so I can do it to you, too! Please ... please, turn around...?"
Margot never hesitated, nor did her sucking mouth and licking tongue ever lose contact with the younger girl's wetly seething pussy. She quickly manipulated her willowy nakedness up on all fours, coming down over Ellen with her knees snug against the blonde young wife's slender waist on either side. She pressed the rounded mounds of her smooth, white buttocks back and downward toward the glazed-eyed, lovely incited face, feeling her ass-cheeks lewdly part along with the flushed lips of her heatedly charged cunt ... then down until her spread-open loins were but a tongue length from Ellen's eagerly salivating mouth.
The intoxicating sight of Margot's dark, silken-haired genitals wetly hovering above her face had a momentary, hypnotic effect on Ellen's drugged mind, and she feverishly stared at the proximity of its lust-firing intimacy. She licked out then, the enticing pink crevice with its frame of raven curls like a magnet to her as she drew her tremoring tongue through the tangy heat of its blushing wet length. She reached up and caught hold of the softly yielding ovals of Margot's satiny white buttocks, pulling them down closer while she licked time and time again through the searing liquid flesh. Eagerly, she explored the other's teeny, erect clitoris, the moistly burning vagina, the dimpled slit of her urethra, while her own insane passion mounted in her quaking belly and loins.
Abruptly, Ellen felt her legs being raised and forced back once more, and Margot's soft hands cupping the tremulous moons of her nakedly exposed buttocks. Then, her female lover's maddening tongue trailed downward through the smooth, hairless crevice of her ass to her sensitive little anus! Wildly, it licked and stabbed, until suddenly it was firmly pressing into the small puckered hole, forbiddingly penetrating part way to orally sodomize her and send incredible sensation of lust screaming through the young blonde wife's passion inflamed body ...!
Jimmy wasn't certain whether he was more aghast, hurt, or crazy excited at what he had and was watching take place on the bed inside the room. He had irresistibly moved out into the hallway and was openly standing in the doorway, holding onto his fiery tingling, hard young cock inside his jeans, experiencing sensations he'd never known the equal of. The sight of the two naked girls, one on top of the other and positioned so that each could bury her face between the other's legs was causing an ache in the depths of his virginal balls. And ... oh crap, there was Margot licking Mrs. Harris' tiny asshole ... actually shoving her tongue right up into it! Man, he didn't know whether to cry or what ... the way Mr. Harris' pretty wife was licking Margot's wet cunt; he suddenly felt that jealous ...!
Without thought, Jimmy heard himself whimper out, the sound enough to bring Margot's tousled, raven head upright in her lurid position, her wetly glistening face surprising him as it softened into an unexpected half-smile! He had been ready to bolt, but the way she was warmly looking at him, and with the sight of her hardened, ruby-nippled tits hanging and swaying, brushing against the backs of Mrs. Harris' upraised thighs, he simply stood there, mesmerized. Man ... he'd never seen anything so exciting to him as the spectacle of the Scoutmaster's wife laying there with her secret, golden-haired cunt all open and shiny wet, like the pink little hole of her ass ...!
"Well ... don't be frightened, Jimmy ... come in ... come on ... where you can see better," Margot invited in her throaty voice, new thrills of lusting arousal spiraling through her at the realization that her little scheme had worked. "Come closer, Baby ... closer ... that's it ... now look right here and let me show you all of Ellen's pretty cunt! Would you like that, Jimmy baby ... maybe even to feel of it, too? Would you...?"
Ellen could hardly see anything but the lewdly displayed panorama of Margot's lushly spread white buttocks and open wet loins, but she was vaguely aware of the third presence in the room. Still, it made no difference to her; she would not, could not let it! Her own screaming desire had fired her beyond the point of sensible reasoning, and nothing mattered except the deliciously moistened pink cunt she was eagerly mouthing and tonguing without letup!
Margot read the frustration on Jimmy's youthful face and in his straining eyes as they gaped down at Ellen's enticingly exposed genitals, the sight of his apprehensive, juvenile lust feeding her own insatiable hunger even more. Obscenely, she spread the blonde girl's thighs even wider and taunted the swollen pussy lips of her golden fringed cunt with one finger.
"Have you ever seen a girl's pussy before, Darling ... maybe mine, when I didn't know you were peeking?" the raven-haired girl asked softly.
Jimmy was voiceless, but he shook his head emphatically. Man, it was truly the first time he'd ever seen one! Then, his father's naked girlfriend reached out and brought him in closer, until his face was but a few inches above the hair-shadowed delight of Mrs. Harris' wet, pink cunt! His breath hitched in his throat as he watched it sensually pulsate, marveling at the intricate pink crevice that started down through to the rounded mounds of her tautly spread buttocks, plus the tiny pink hole that dimpled her ass!
"Go ahead, Darling, touch it! Don't be afraid!" Margot lewdly whispered as she reached out with one hand to unzip the fly of his jeans and eagerly worm her fingers inside, finding and gently grasping his hardened young cock. She felt him lurch and grunt aloud to her curling fingers clasping his slender, stiffened little rod of penile flesh. While Ellen's hot sucking mouth and feverish tongue worked delightfully from beneath in the simmering crevice of her hotly pulsating vagina, the titan-haired girl slowly brought Jimmy's penis from his pants, her lecherous eyes hungrily gleaming.
Afraid wasn't the word to describe Jimmy's feelings at that moment. Hypnotized, awe-stricken, crazy-wild, maybe, but afraid, no! He wanted to ... had to touch it ... to feel it ... to see up inside it ... to even put his thingo in Mrs. Harris' cunt!
"Go ahead, Jimmy, touch it ... take your thumbs and open it right up while Margot undresses you!" his supposed guardian obscenely suggested, at the same time working the outer layer of tender skin back and forth along the hardened spear of his youthfully tingling cock.
Jimmy's heart pounded in his chest to the stimulating stroking of Margot's hot hand, and he moved in even closer until his head was actually brushing against the soft resiliency of the raven-haired girl's hanging, full breasts while she almost frantically tugged at his clothing.
He lay the perspiring palms of his hands on the insides of Ellen's white, quivering thighs. With his thumbs gradually touching the fleshy, hair-sprinkled lips of her pussy, he began to draw them further apart, spreading the silken pubic curls and opening the moistened pink folds before him, until its flushed, jeweled delicacy lay completely exposed to the youthful avidity of his frantic eyes! Enchanted, he drank in the breath-taking spectacle, his young loins and belly an inferno of spasming passion as he subconsciously fucked his confused, aching cock in and out of Margot's softly clutching fist!
"M-Man oh man!" Jimmy gasped while his father's girlfriend pulled down his shorts and he kicked them away, suddenly reaching down to grab at his thrusting length of hardness that Margot had released. "Oooohhh ... I want her to suck it for me, Margot ... like she did before! Please, I want her to suck it!"
"Wait, Margot will suck it for your, Darling!" the onyx-eyed girl quickly spoke, reaching for the boy who was backing away from her. "Wait, do you hear. Darling?" she ordered. "Bring it back here! Margot wants to suck it...!"
"You black-haired bitch!" roared a masculine voice familiar to the naked ex-model, forcing her to rivet her eyes on the broad shouldered man filling the doorway. "I'll give you all the cock you can suck, both of you!" he spat, tearing at his clothing, but his lust-filled eager eyes hardly matched the rage he was trying to show and Margot immediately recognized that.
"Oh ... oh crap!" Jimmy choked as he swung around to gape in fear at his father who was stripping naked.
"Don't worry, kid, it ain't your fault!" his father coarsely assured the cringing boy whose young penis was rapidly losing its rigidity. "Besides, it ain't going to hurt you none to get a little sex education ... and better by these well-schooled cunts and your own father, than behind the barn." Then, to Margot who was still watching him from her obscene position above Ellen's immersed face, her own mere inches above the blonde young wife's lewdly exposed, wet loins: "Okay, Baby, let's change positions. You on the bottom and that luscious boy prick eater up like you are! I want to feed her some real man-sized cock! H-How is she, anyway?"
"G-God ... she's beautiful, Al ... absolutely ravishing!" Margot excitedly answered, climbing off Ellen who reluctantly let free of her, disappointed little whimpering sounds emitting from deep in her chest. "Look at her! Have you ever seen a more beautiful body?"
"Jesus Christ! What a luscious pair of tits!" Al Worden luridly swore as he kicked off his shorts, his long, thick cock thrusting out from between his strong, hairy legs like a railroad tie.
"Oh ... my God ... wh-what do you thing you're doing?" Ellen dazedly choked, the meagerest of recognition trying to register in her spaced-out mind, her vacant blue eyes locking on the poling thickness of Al Worden's long length of solid hardness.
"It's all right, Ellen sweet," Margot immediately began to expertly soothe her with skilled confidence, while the tall, naked father looked down and grinned at his equally clothe-less young son.
"Don't worry, Jim boy ... you're going to learn it all first hand from your old dad," he encouraged, putting his hand on the adolescent's shoulder as the boy looked up at him in disbelief. Then, to the girls: "Get cross ways on the bed the way you were, with you on the bottom, Margot. Come on, hurry up!"
"Oh ... oh God, please ... what's going to happen...?" Ellen whimpered as she obeyed, seemingly unable to refuse the slightest order given her. Wild fermentations still hotly churned in her tremoring belly and burning, unsated loins as she let the raven-haired vision guide her into the wanted position.
"Shit, ain't that some mind blowing sight, kid?" Al Worden leered, lustfully palming his heavy, thrusting man cock and beginning to stroke its thick foreskin back and forth as he slowly moved toward the bed.
Jimmy couldn't believe it! He'd never believe it ... not his own father doing what he was right before his young eyes! Man, what a big thingo he had ... and now his own was getting hard again, just looking at them all! He watched his father continue to stroke himself, and began to do the same. Man, it had to be all right if his Dad was openly doing it ... and he'd said something about it being an education for him ...!
"Okay, kid, you go around on Margot's side, eh?" his father said, moving toward where Mrs. Harris was on all fours above his girlfriend. "She wants to suck your little cock, so we're going to let her, while I take care of the luscious Mrs. Harris!"
"Oh man...!" Jimmy moaned, wishing it was going to be the other way, but obediently doing as his father said. He clutched at his stiffened, young penis as he moved around to the opposite side of the bed and stared down at Margot's pretty face smothered in Mrs. Harris' wet pussy. Crap, he'd never even imagined anything like this! His own dad telling him to do it ... and ... and now, Margot was laying her head back until it was near dangling off the edge of the bed as her dark gleaming eyes burned up at him.
"Come on, Baby ... bring it closer ... closer, so Margot can suck it! H-Have you ever had it cum for you, Jimmy darling ... squirt its white stuff right out...?" Margot hissed up at him.
"N-No ... I don't think so...?" he somehow managed.
"Well, this time, you will, pet! Margot's going to make a man of you...!"
The words being exchanged behind her caused Ellen to crane her neck to listen and watch, while Al Worden moved to where he could lustfully see the forbidden act he had sanctioned, the mere thought firing his heavy loins and causing his balls to bloat with their filling storage of hot cum. Shit, why not, he half drunkenly reasoned, the liquor he'd consumed throughout the evening rationalizing all things. Maybe if more parents looked at it as he did there'd be a hell of a lot less juvenile crime in the streets! Look at his Jack ... the young punk!
Ellen sensed a passionate thrill add to the sensations of erotic excitement permeating her nakedly infused body as Jimmy edged in close, until his young, throbbing penis was right over Margot's mouth in its upside down position, his youthful balls snugly dangling above her eyes and nose. The sweet boy spread his legs wide to get over her face as she tilted her head back further, and with one hand grasping his stiffened cock to pull it downward, the naked, raven-haired girl slipped her moistly opened lips over its head, pressing back its young foreskin at the same time as she began to suck!
Incredible sensations of wanton heat raged through Ellen's intensively fired loins at the bizarre sight, while little Jimmy gasped out in his excited young lust and Margot began to hum and moan around his embedded boy cock in her mouth. At the same time, Ellen felt Margot's slender, gentle hand begin to finger the steaming, open crevice between her presented, wide-spread thighs, slithering in and out of her warmly pulsating vagina as the ex-model's thumb occasionally grazed her tiny, pulsating clitoris!
So overwhelming were the erotic sensations charging through Ellen from the ex-model's fingering of her inflamed cunt that she hardly heard the moaning sounds and panting breathing around her. Instead, she blindly reached out for Al Worden's thick length of hardened man cock, a thrilling quiver running over her naked body at his hugeness. She clasped its rigid warmth possessively, beginning to stroke its heavy outer layer of skin back and forth as she gently drew cock and man to her. When it was close enough, she excitedly pressed the foreskin back to expose the spongy, blood-filled head, then mindlessly plunged her hungrily ovaled mouth onto its smooth thickness!
"Uuuunnngggghhhh!" the naked father gasped, staring down at the fusion of his rock hard shaft with her face, then at the red oval of her soft warm lips clasping tightly around it as her tongue began to lash and swirl hotly over the pulsating knob! But before he could barely get his balance and shove it further into her mouth, Ellen had withdrawn her lips and pointed the wet tip at Margot's splayed pink cunt between her wide-spread legs that the young blonde wife held raised.
"C-Come closer, Darling! We must make Margot happy, too! Fuck her with your handsome cock!" Ellen lustfully suggested as Worden, surprised, stumbled forward, his half-drunken lips hanging in slackened looseness. "And I'll help!" she added, guiding his pulsating cock head toward the dilated mouth of the vivacious brunette's pink, wet vagina. With the splayed fingers of one hand, Ellen unnecessarily parted the swollen, flushed pussy lips wide, while with the other, she drew the tip of Al Worden's long, thick cock up through it, insinuating it finally at the waiting channel mouth!
The mind-bent, lust-whetted young housewife felt the curvaceous brunette's lovely white body shudder in sensual delight beneath her, Margot's vulnerably exposed loins quivering to the erogenous titillation ... and then, as Ellen continued to grasp his long, thick male hardness, she whispered: "Now, Darling ... fuck into her! That's it ... we'll fuck her for a little while and then I'll suck it some more! First, her hot cunt, then my sucking mouth ... back and forth...!"
"Oh shit!" the big man blurted, gaping down at the dazed-eyed, naked beauty who was manipulating his aching cock as if she owned it! Christ, he couldn't help but wonder if her dim witted husband knew what a cuntal-gem he had here? ... and with a brutal lack of mercy, he thrust his hips forward, driving his blood thumping rod of hardness with the force of an on-coming freight train into the familiar, education wet hole of his mistress!
The taste and feel of little Jimmy's adolescent hardness in her mouth while she feverishly finger-fucked Ellen, and the well known thrusting impalement of Al's raging cock into her hot, wanting pussy, was about to lift Margot right out of her shell with fantastic sensations of intoxicating ecstasy. The effects of the doctored booze had worn thin, but she hardly felt the necessity of it now with the intensive delights of erotic lust sweeping through her in wave after wave. Ardently, she licked and sucked at this new, piquant tasting sweetness of delicious boy cock, her tongue pointedly exploring the tiny slit of its end and savoring drops of spicy fluid it had begun to seep. With her free hand, she caressed and cupped his juvenile balls above her face, praying that they were filling with his first load of releasable, boyish jism. At last, a new idea lustfully spurring her, she sucked off of its tip and leveled it with Ellen's throbbing, pink pussy.
"Now, I want you to fuck her for awhile, Baby ... then, Margot will suck it some more!" the willowy girl hissed. "You have to learn to fuck a girl, too, baby! That's it ... push right up close...!"
Margot wanted to say more, but the breathtaking charges of Al's huge cock into the upraised defenselessness of her cuntal channel momentarily whipped her breath away! She groaned out with the pain pleasure of his cruel, cervix nudging strokes ... erotic pain the massive length of known cock sent skyrocketing through her naked, schooled body! She clutched harshly at Jimmy's swollen penis in her hand as the powerful father cock charged like a searing lance into the confines of her gasping belly!
"Oh ... ooohhh God, Al!" she uncontrollably choked, while Jimmy cried out to her clutching hand squeezing his penis, and her drugged blonde lover attempted to soothe her.
"I-It's all right, Darling!" Ellen numbly assured her. "It'll only hurt for a minute! Oh, Margot ... it's a beautiful cock ... handsome and hard! And its buried right to his balls in your sweet pussy! I can see it all! I'm that close! Wait ... I'm going to lick your clitoris while he fucks you with it, Darling! That'll make it better ... and ... and hurry, put Jimmy's little cock in my pussy! We ... we can lick each other while they fuck us! Do it, Margot ... please ... now...!"
Oh ... oh man...! Jimmy inwardly gasped. He was fucking her ... actually fucking Mrs. Harris, he staggeringly realized as Margot guided his painfully hardened penis between the hot, hair lined lips of the beautiful blonde wife's wet, pink pussy and softly breathed up at him; "That's the way, Jimmy darling ... fuck her good ... shove it way up in!"
His youthful brain spun in a kaleidoscope of unknown fired desire as he irresistibly gave himself to the lustful, carnal demands of his pubescent body, as well as to the feminine needs of the two voluptuously naked girls he and his very own father were satisfying!
The hot, liquid depths of Mrs. Harris' clasping cunt hole had suckingly absorbed his cock into its searing heat as if that part of her was a separate mouth in itself! Margot had no more than placed the tingling, spongy knob of his throbbing hardness when the rounded white cheeks of the pretty blonde girl's full ass mounds pressed back at him, opening further to lewdly expose the pinkness of the tiny puckered hole centered between, while her pussy grasped like a clutching fist at his prick and drew it right up inside her!
Crazily, he fucked into her! An unfamiliar gnawing began in the depths of his swelling testicles as he frantically tried to establish some sort of rhythm. He felt Margot's hot, wet lips suddenly encircling his balls, trying to suck them into the heated moisture of her wide open mouth! At the same time, he looked down to see her outstretched finger slipping into Mrs. Harris' cunt hole, right along side his stiff, pumping cock! Oohhh man ... there'd just never, never been anything like this before ... not ever, he knew!
To Ellen, even in her drug-induced state, never had she known such maddening, lustful passion, regardless of what obscenely wicked bewitchment had possessed her. She was completely captive to its salacious power, the most lascivious of animalistic desires raging through her voluptuously naked body! She felt the slender boy hardness of Jimmy's wonderful little penis charging into her hotly throbbing cuntal passage from behind, and she eagerly thrust her buttocks back onto it. Simultaneously, she knew the erotic delight of Margot's educated finger accompanying it, swirling and massaging the electrified walls of her burning pussy channel and flickering at her palpitating clitoris!
"Ooooohhhh ... now, Darling! I want to suck it!" the fever-filled blonde wife ardently gasped, forcing her hand against the give of Al Worden's hairy pelvis to extract his long, thick cock from the wet sheath of Margot's viscid pussy. With lustful eagerness, she sucked it into the hot softness of her mouth, tonguing the wet vaginal secretions coating its pulsing hardness. She grasped his hips in a push pull action to make him understand she wanted his fucking of her face. He understood and almost brutally rammed into her moistly ovaled mouth while she tried to suck the lust-swollen flesh down into her throat, at the same time cupping and caressing his huge, cum-filled balls with a lurid hunger that was near to driving her out of her mind!
It was then that Margot wormed her pleasure giving finger into Ellen's rectum! The curvaceous blonde wife gasped in humming delight around the mouthful of pulsating hardness she sucked, aware that suddenly her cunt channel was empty ... that Margot must be sucking Jimmy's sweet young cock ...!
Al Worden merely stared down at the whole ball-dissolving show as it took place, watching the lengthy thickness of his thumping, wetly glistening cock go from his mistress's educated pink cunt to the blonde bitch's wildly sucking mouth! Fuck, she was too much ... this delicious, cock happy doll ... and he knew it wasn't going to be very long before he emptied his hot, spewing load into her beautiful gullet! He didn't know, or hardly cared about the rest of them ... only that the pressure in his balls was beginning to build and ferment like a churning vat of yeast! Jesus Christ ... he just couldn't hold it back ...!
"Goddamn ... suck it hard, bitch! Hard! I-I'm c u u u m m m i i i n n n g g...! Uuunnngggghhhh...!" the big, naked man swore, clutching brutally at her hair to haul her face tighter against his loins!
Feverishly, Ellen sucked on his pulsating length of thick, jerking hardness which he'd thrust further into the very depths of her throat. She gagged and fought for breath, at the same time massaging and milking his sperm-filled balls with both hands, swallowing avidly to regain her breathing as his scalding cum began to squirt in powerful jets from the rubbery tip of his huge pumping cock! Wildly, she sucked and swallowed at the torrent of his seething sperm spilling into her throat, suddenly feeling Jimmy's slender throbbing hardness again stabbing into the burning sheath of her working vagina, while Margot frantically finger fucked her asshole!
Dear God almighty! It was heaven ... blissful heaven! Ooohhh ... she, too, was going to cum ... to unleash the erotic sensations charging wildly back and forth inside her feverish belly! Oh ... ooohhhh ... so beautiful ...!
It burst for her, almost simultaneously with Al Worden's convulsing thick hardness plunging and squirting in the depths of her constricting throat! His long, heavy cock continued to shoot the fiery issue of his jism in unbelievable wild spurts of gushing, creamy liquid, while her own cunt spasmed and pulled at little Jimmy's young straining penis ...!
"Th-They're cumming now, little darling!" Ellen heard Margot almost breathlessly exclaim. "Can you, Baby? Is it beginning to feel all hot and tingly in your balls and belly ... as if you were going to explode...! Is it, Jimmy ... tell me quick...?"
"Y-Yesss ... crap ... yes it is! Oooohhh ...!" he whimpered with shaking voice.
Maddening sensations raced through Margot as she grabbed his jerking, solid boy cock, pulling it from Ellen's cunt and hungrily thrusting it into her wildly salivating mouth! God, she had to taste the first orgasm he'd ever known in his young life, the titan-haired girl wildly reasoned as she waited for his youthful nectar to squirt into her mouth! She sensed it violently tremble beneath the wet caresses of her loving tongue and passionately she sucked, abruptly feeling Ellen's delicate fingers playing beautifully in her steaming, wet cunt, stroking her quivering little clitoris with knowing affection!
Even had the voluptuous blonde wife's fingers not been there to trip her release, Margot knew that she would have climaxed the very moment Jimmy's sweet tasting cock began to shoot its hot nectar into her mouth! Oh God ... it was no wonder that Ellen preferred them! There was nothing to match it, the onyx-eyed lecheress realized as she voraciously sucked the flooding emissions of his delicious, hot sperm filling her mouth and throat with delectable young gushes that she feverishly swallowed into her quaking belly ...!
CHAPTER NINE
How she had ever arrived home, Ellen Harris had no idea, and she was not about to call Margot Caldwell to find out. Yesterday, following the debauched orgy which was still only vaguely reminiscent in fleeting scraps of repugnant memory, the blonde young wife had been too ill even to get out of bed, and through sheer willpower had barred all thoughts of the incredulous affair from mind. But this sunshiny, California morning she had not been so successful. Like a tirade, her fragmentary reflections raced through her unsteady mind in wave after wave of shame filled, self abuse, her only consolation in the fact that she could recall but tiny bits and pieces of what had to have been a totally obscene spectacle!
Al Worden must have brought her home, Ellen had finally reasoned, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had done anything more to her, perhaps right here in her own ... in Carl's house! Dear God, what a debasing thought ... yet, what was more abominable than the horrifying memory of what she had done to him? That much, she could, and did recall with vividness! Yes, she'd sucked him and swallowed his foul sperm like the low life degenerate she'd become!
Oh, if she could only stop thinking about it, simply banish it from her mind as if it had never happened and have it go away, she futilely thought as she sipped at her brandied coffee. She'd been an utter fool to go there in the first place. Now, too late, it was obvious that it had all been a carefully calculated plot to seduce her into depraved sex. God, there'd been no dinner at all ... and only one cocktail that she could remember. That had to have been drugged; there was no doubt about it, which accounted for her nauseous loss of yesterday. Lord ... little did her coffee clatch girlfriends know how accurate their gossip was! Margot Caldwell and Al Worden were nothing more than rutting animals ... and God, was she much better?
Attired in wrapper over her nightie, her long blonde hair pulled back in a careless, severe pony tail, the shamed young wife sipped at her laced coffee as she sat in the quiet of their living room contemplating her next move, in fact, Carl's and her very future! Somehow, she must keep her husband from ever finding out. It would surely destroy him ... both of them, and of course, there was only one way to do that. They had to move away from there as soon as possible! She had to devise some means of escape while Carl was in New York, for there was little doubt in her mind that Al Worden intended to pay her a visit whenever he felt the animal urge. And what could she do? How could she ever protect herself against him ... or Margot, for that matter? They had her caught in a perfect blackmail situation!
Thank God she was going to be away and safe from them for the next two days. The bus, Carl's Scout troop had chartered for the L. A. parade tomorrow morning, would leave this afternoon at four, and she would be able to spend a much needed relaxing night at the hotel without fear of the evil man or his mistress trying to molest her. But what was she to do then? Carl would be away almost a month yet, and the horrors that could happen to her in that period of time were frightening to even think of!
At least, her mental state was smoothing out so that she could think straight again. Damn, whatever they'd fed her, it had completely bent her mind, and that was no lie. Perhaps, in the security of her hotel room tonight, she would be able to arrive at some sensible move, but at present, all she could think of was joining Carl in New York and getting away from this abominable situation she, herself, had created ... and she certainly couldn't deny that, could she?
Brushing a slender white hand across her satiny brow, Ellen finally reached for the coffee pot and filled her cup three-quarters full, pouring cognac from the brandy bottle to bring the liquid contents to the brim. God, she just had to keep hold of herself and use her head. It was the only way. Carl must never find out the things she'd done ... been a part of ... or what a depraved, wanton bitch she'd been! Yes, bitch ... and that's what Margot had called her, "sweet bitch!" Well, she'd been that, all right, but it was all behind her now, and somehow, someway, she was going to blot its stigma from the perfect past fidelity of her marriage. Nothing mattered but Carl and her love for him: She'd do anything to preserve that, Ellen militantly thought, drinking heavily from her cup. Not even facing Frankie Castro and young Dick Sheppherd was going to shake her determination! After all, she was an adult and they were merely teenaged boys. She would brazen her way ... treat them in the same manner she employed with the others, as if nothing had ever happened amongst them, and that would be that!
Yes ... yes, it was going to be all right, the young blonde wife realized, sensing an uplift of spirits that she could hardly lay to three brandy-spiked coffees, she reasoned. Again, she sipped from her cup, poured coffee, then brandy to the pleasant resurgence of confidence warming her curvaceous young body. It flowed through her with an invigorating bracing of self-assurance until she arose, a tiny smile tugging at her lust, heart-shaped lips. She would shower now and dress, then pack the few things she wanted to take with her ... but ... but, she couldn't honestly deny to herself that it had been a wild and lustful week, now could she...?
* * *
"Knock it off, will you, Frankie?" Les Wheeler snapped at the younger, pinch-faced boy as they helped the bus driver load their gear. "You want to blow the whole game, just keep talking!"
"I only asked if you'd ever seen a more beautiful ass in slacks," Frankie luridly grinned, enjoying supremacy in knowing that he'd already been there. He chuckled at the young Assistant Scoutmaster's nervousness, reveling in the fact that he'd already fucked a girl, the Mrs. Harris, while the older boy was still a virgin. Frig, he'd lay it on the line to her. He wasn't afraid, and that's what was bothering Les Wheeler and Dick Sheppherd; how to approach her. Well, he'd just hand it to her in a bucket! "Play ball, Mrs. Harris, or we spill our guts? ' What else? Just the way Mingus'd do it....
"Okay, boys, let's go to L. A.!" the bus driver exclaimed, slamming shut the storage compartment door and beaming as if he were a pilot climbing into the cockpit of a 747 bound for Paris. Shit, some guys really got a kick out of nothing, and that was for sure, Frankie thought, stomping onto the bus and taking a seat beside Dick Sheppherd whose face looked like one of those frozen mugged cherubs in a holy picture. He was scared shitless at what they'd planned to do, and he, Frankie, didn't intend to make it easier for him. They all wanted a piece of her, but they were too chicken to carry the ball. Well, he intended to carry it! Yeah, he'd call the plays, even the formations, and Wheeler and Sheppherd better follow through. Tonight, he was really going to score ...!
* * *
In the soothing privacy of her hotel room, the First thing Ellen did was have ice and a bottle of orange sent up to her room. She had brought her own fifth of vodka. Immediately stripping into the releasing luxury of nakedness and enticingly veiling that with her favorite black negligee, she had relaxed to the piped music, ignoring the TV and seating herself near the window to stare out at the bustling city below. This was what she and Carl needed, a metropolis to lose themselves in, to wipe away all smears, where neighbors were nothing more than that ... unknown neighbors!
She would call him tonight. Yes, somehow she had to make him understand that they needed ... had to have, a new life! It was the only answer, and she knew in her heart he would realize that she was right. He loved her, just as she loved him, and he would want what she wanted.
She drank two of her favorite screwdrivers as she sat idly in the chair, romantically contemplating, forcibly shunning the thoughts of the youthful and masculine Lester Wheeler, her Carl's Assistant Scoutmaster who had occupied the bus seat beside her.
God, he was a beautiful young boy! His emerald-eyes gleamed with the fire of his age. His broad young shoulders, the narrowness of his waist, and the disarming smile he wore whenever he looked at her ... damn! He was enough to set any girl wild! She couldn't help but wonder if he now had, or had ever had girlfriends? It certainly would seem so; he was such a virile looking teenager ... But here now ... better stop thinking this way, Ellen Harris! In fact, it might be advisable just to have dinner sent right here to the room ... avoid the dressing and all....
Yes, that's exactly what she would do. A few more drinks, an early dinner, then off to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very tiring day for the boys as well as herself. Best that they all turn in early, she decided, reaching for the phone and asking for the young Assistant Scoutmaster's room. When he answered, the blonde, slightly tipsy, young wife advised the listening teenager of her own plans to retire early, suggesting he see to it that all of the troop did the same.
For a long moment his voice was silent; then with hesitance he had finally agreed. For some reason, his seeming reluctance troubled Ellen and she said: "Is there anything wrong with the idea, Lester?"
"N-No ... of course not, Mrs. Harris," the young voice came back to her.
"Did you have something else planned for tonight, Dear?" she pressed.
"Well ... just the last minute organization, and ... and checking things out with you," he said.
"Oh ... well ... why don't you go ahead with the organizing and come by my room in an hour or so, Lester," Ellen suggested. "I'm going to have dinner sent up, put a call through to Mr. Harris in New York, then retire early." She glanced at her watch. "It's a little past seven now, Dear ... supposing we make it nine, how's that?"
"T-That'll be fine, Mrs. Harris," he replied, abruptly hanging up, the sudden severance of their connection startling her.
Cradling the phone, the Scoutmaster's young wife sensed a little smile tugging at the corners of her moistened lipped mouth. The darling, she thought, picking up her glass and drinking heavily from it; he was simply shy. Now why hadn't she ever realized that before? There was something about an air of timidity in a man or boy that had always intrigued her, as it was at that very moment. Hadn't Carl been on the bashful side? If nothing else, that characteristic in itself would have drawn her to her husband, she remembered, draining her glass and mixing another. Then, a warm sensation washed through her as she remembered how she had actually been the aggressor the first time her husband had made love to her before they were married. My shy guy, she thought, desperately wishing that he was there with her at that very moment. God, she'd make such passionate love to him that he'd melt ...!
She sat there drinking and reminiscing and sensually raising her erotic blood pressure until, with a sudden start, the curvaceous, negligee-clad young wife looked at her watch. It was already eight-thirty, and she had yet to order her dinner. Lord, where had the time gone, anyway? Well ... she wasn't really hungry ... but she certainly better slip into something to cover her see-through nakedness before young Lester came knocking at her door.
None too steadily, but acutely conscious of it, Ellen giggled as she blended herself another screwdriver. The building temptation to choose something sensuously sexy along with her black negligee was overwhelming. Tiny tingles of excitement flittered through her soft belly at the provocative thought. Why not? She certainly didn't intend to go any farther then teasing Lester a bit ... and he was so sweet ...!
The voluptuous, golden-haired girl couldn't contain her self-appreciating smile of desire as she narcissistically watched her own inciting movements in the mirror ... the stepping into and drawing up of wispy black, nylon panties over the flowing rounded arch of her hips and full buttocks. Then, the cupping of the firm, pink nippled mounds of her pointed white breasts in the tiny bra with its sheer lace ... an outfit she had actually bought a month ago with Carl in mind. But the right occasion hadn't risen to wear it with the work load he'd been carrying, so she had put it away ... But why had she brought it with her on this particular trip...?
The tapping on her door interrupted any replying thought for the drink-glazed young wife. Quickly, she scooped up her hair brush, swept it the length of her shoulder-length blonde tresses several times, and throwing her negligee around her, moved to answer the knock.
"Come in, Lester darl...." Ellen started, then bit off the end of her greeting. She stared beyond the handsome young teenager to see Frankie Castro's grinning smile and the cherubic Dick Sheppherd's flushed face close behind him. "I-I thought you were coming by yourself...?" she stupidly added as Frankie shoved the older boy into the room, following close behind.
"We thought it'd be better if we made a little committee of it, Mrs. Harris," Frankie said as the freckled-faced Dick Sheppherd closed the door, his hands working with the lock behind his back. "Say, but don't you look sexy tonight, though!" the arrogant, pinch-faced teenager brazenly exclaimed, his young, eager eyes lewdly raking up and down her fetching, near nakedness as she backed away. "Almost like maybe you were expecting a lover, eh, Mrs. Harris?"
"Wh-What's the meaning of this, Frankie?" Ellen heard her feebly choked question to the dark-eyed boy's lurid snigger. Quickly, she glanced at Lester Wheeler who seemed almost as upset as was she, and at Dickie Sheppherd's flame filled, freckled-face. "I think you two boys ... you and Dickie better go back to your room...."
Again, Frankie Castro made an obscene, ridiculing sound of snide laughter. "Don't get smart with us, Mrs. Harris. You know where it is, and so do we! We want it like it was the other night with Dick and I ... only this time, Les is going to play. You know? Suck and fuck?"
Ellen had retreated against the back of a chair, and surely it was holding her upright, she reasoned as the young teenager's foul use of vile words both raged and excited her! His eyes, dark and pin-pointed at the pupils, as were the other two pair, immediately suggested pot to her! She stared at the aggressive boy with the leering smirk, intelligently sensing her situation to be little better than it might be with Al Worden and Margot Caldwell! This little demon and his unwilling cohort also had her coerced in a perfect situation of blackmail ... and they both knew it!
"I ... I could use the telephone and call the desk!" Ellen tried, forcing venom into her tone. "You know what they would do to you then, Frankie Castro?"
"Yeah ... the cops would come and take us away," he replied with an inherent calmness that actually frightened her. "But then, we'd tell our story ... how you seduced us in here the way you did Dick and I the other night ... how you sucked and fucked us! Then, they'd call Mr. Harris in New York and he'd have to fly back here. Oh, he'd probably lose his job and you'd be locked up...."
"Stop it! Stop it!" the blonde young wife blurted knowing that every word he spoke was probably as true as life itself! "All right ... what do you want, you ... you little bastard?"
"L-Listen, Frankie ... I don't know! Let's think it...." her husband's Assistant Scoutmaster tried to interfere.
"Cool it. Wheeler, for Chris' sake!" Frankie Castro snapped. "She's bagged and she knows it! She loves to suck and fuck ... and that's what she's going to do to us!" the sneering, pinch-faced boy lewdly spat, moving further into the room. "No way out of it, Mrs. Harris, doll! We came to play sex games!"
"Oh God...!" Ellen gasped, clutching at the back of the chair and gaping from one to the other of them. It was happening all over again and there wasn't one thing she could do to prevent it! She was stupidly trapped in the very web she, herself, had spun with her uncontrollable lechery!
God, he was a little monster, Ellen frantically thought as she backed into the center of the room and Frankie Castro kept moving toward her!
"Let's take that black lacy thing off so we can look at you for a couple of seconds, Mrs. Harris!" he hissed, moving ever toward her, the advertising swelling in the front of his jeans drawing her riveted gaze, as well as ridiculously exciting her with every closer step he took.
Then, his young hands reached out and he was peeling away her negligee and tossing it one side. Suddenly, he drew her to him, his young arrogant face having to look up into hers! "Kiss me, Mrs. Harris! Show Les how you like to kiss teenaged guys with stiff cocks! You heard me! Kiss me...!"
His strength surprised Ellen, and though she finally tried to avert her face from his, the determined youth caught a handful of her long hair and twisted, at the same time drawing her arm up painfully behind her. "Kiss me, I said, Mrs. Harris!" he hissingly demanded, pressing her against him, the hardened feel of his swollen, teenaged penis in his pants prodding the soft, nylon covered flesh of her rapidly moistening loins! His thin lips mashed against hers, his hot young tongue spearing into her mouth as he ground his concealed hardness and lean young pelvis into the soft give of her yielding lower belly!
Ellen allowed herself to go limp against him to avoid the pain of her arms and scalp, her sudden hatred for the vile youth and what he was doing to her helplessness giving way before the sensually charging feel of his stiff young cock hotly throbbing against the erogenous flesh of her susceptible loins. He released her hair then, and she felt his insolent young hand smoothing down over the naked flesh of her back to the sheer, pantied mounds of her softly trembling buttocks. Unhesitantly, he clutched and caressed them, tracing a lewd finger along their separating crevice, while he obscenely undulated his teenaged rod of hardness in pressured contact with the pliant heat of her belly.
"There now ... that's better, Baby ... more like the other night," Frankie leered into her feverish, alcohol glazed eyes. "Yeah ... you're breathing heavy all ready. You guys see it ... the way her pretty tits are moving up and down against me? Hey, you're really getting hot, aren't you Mrs. Harris?"
"Ooohhh ... damn you, Frankie Castro ... you ... you filthy little bastard!" the trapped young wife spat through moistly quivering lips, unable to deny the rising sensations of lustful desire his impudent, teenaged hands had easily fired within her. "Let free of my arm if ... if you expect me to ... to cooperate. Y-You're hurting me...!"
"Yeah...?" the pinch-faced boy leered, his dark eyes almost sadistically beading. "Well ... maybe I like that, too, Mrs. Cunt...!"
"Goddamnit, Castro! Let go of her arm! Stop hurting her!" Les Wheeler hoarsely ordered. He had stood there dumbfounded, his cock rock hard in his pants as he stared at the nearly naked, curvaceous body of his Scoutmaster's beautiful young wife. The voluptuous sight of her smooth white flesh and rounded intimate curves that the tiny wisps of black nylon only enhanced rather than concealed, had momentarily mesmerized him. Damn, he'd never expected to ever see anything like her naked in his whole life! And the way Castro was feeling of her ass, and grinding his lousy hard cock right into her...! She ... she was so helpless...! It was then that he'd seen red! "You heard me, damnit! Stop hurting her!"
Suddenly, the older, well built boy moved forward to roughly force the pinch-faced youth to release her, the act surprising Ellen, as well as flushing a new warm sensation through her.
"Hey, don't get so frigging uptight, man!" Frankie Castro snapped, wincing as the bigger, husky teenager almost effortlessly tossed him to one side.
"Come on!" Les ordered. "We're leaving!"
"What the hell you mean, leaving?" Frankie questioned, amazed. "Maybe you're leaving, but not Sheppherd and me! Christ, man, don't you get the scene? Why do you think she's all sexied up this way when she knew you were coming by her room? Eh? Get with it, Les," Frankie said, grinning as he played his pinpointed, beady pupils on the sensuously undressed blonde wife who was soothingly massaging her released arm. "She was all set to score with you ... never expecting Dick and I to come along. Right, Baby?"
Confusion reigned in Les Wheeler's young mind. Castro's words made all the sense in the world to him. Why the devil was she dressed ... or undressed this way? She'd invited him to come to her room...! But then, the defenseless expression on her beautiful face was just about ready to destroy him! At the same time, he could see the hardened, tiny pink nipples of her rounded, high-set tits pointed right at him ... the narrowness of her waist, the dimpled navel of her soft, white belly, and ... and the unmistakable outline of her pussy up between the fully, milky columns of her lush thighs! Oh Christ, his painfully throbbing cock was going to shatter, it was so hard ...!
"F-Frankie's right, Les!" Dick Sheppherd finally croaked his first words since entering the room.
"Of course, I'm right!" the pinch-faced teenager said. "Tell him, Mrs. Harris. "He doesn't believe us! Tell him how you intended to get at his hard cock...!"
"Stay if you want to! I'm leaving!" the older boy blurted, his marijuana fused brain racing in unknown turmoil as he unsteadily pivoted and started for the door.
"Wait, Lester! Don't go ... please?" Ellen uncontrollably called after him, then moved toward the broad shouldered boy as he paused and slowly turned before reaching the door. She almost rushed to him, pressing her near nakedness to his young virile physique with hands on the developed muscles of his strong, youthful arms. "Don't leave!" she whispered. "Please ... don't leave me alone with them! I-I'll do whatever you want me to, Darling ... but don't leave me!"
Les heard Frankie Castro's snide laugh when he helplessly placed his hands on her warm, naked waist as she crowded close to him, slipping her satin smooth arms around his neck. Then, she was kissing him, looking up into his face and trying to worm her hot, little tongue into his mouth. Oh man ... he'd never known anything like this! He felt the exciting wetness of her tongue lashing at his, along with the enclosing, smothering pressure of her pantied loins pressuring against the hardness of his rigidly aching cock!
"Stay, Darling ... stay! I'll suck it for you! I'll do anything you want me to...!" she hissed into his mouth, her sweet breath like something he'd never even imagined! He felt her full rounded tits flattened against the thin material of his Tee-shirt, their tiny, hardened nipples boring hotly into his chest ... and then, her hand reaching down between them ... two fingers abruptly tracing the outline of his hurting cock! "Let me love it for you, Les, baby? I'll make you so happy, I promise ...!"
The teenaged, Assistant Scoutmaster could only gasp out the young, lustful sensations racing through him as she led him back into the room where the sniggering Frankie Castro was stripping off his clothes and telling the freckled-faced boy to do the same.
"I told you, man ... but you just wouldn't listen. Come on, Mrs. Harris, let's shed those panties. I want to kiss your cunt!"
The sensations of building lust racing through Ellen were beyond restraint and she knew it was because of Lester Wheeler! The other two were nothing more than icing on the cake, yet somehow essential in her lecherous possession of boy cock! She wanted them all thrust inside her at the same time, but it was this emerald-eyed, timid young Adonis whom she really had to devour!
"All right, boys ... watch me ... I'm going to get all naked for you!" she luridly hissed with thickened tongue, moving to the center of the hotel room and quickly stripping away her brassiere. Even as their young gasps were still filling the room, she rolled her tiny nylon panties down over her nakedly flaring hips, then turned so that her buttocks were facing them when she bent to remove the undergarment from her feet.
Les, who had slowly taken off his pants and shorts, couldn't help but grasp his swollen hard cock at the sight of her bending over to retrieve her panties, the intricate panorama of her spreading, white buttocks and golden-haired pussy-lips exposed before him sending fantastic charges of gripping excitement through him! Crap! He'd never seen a girl's cunt before ... let alone, his Scoutmaster's wife! She was so beautiful ... he loved her ... would die for her! And then, she was moving toward the center of the floor and dropping down, all of her naked body completely revealed to him! God, her big beautiful tits ... and legs ... the hair on her pussy ...!
"All right ... here I am! Come on, darlings, come on!" Ellen heard her own trembling voice. "I-I don't care what you do ... but Lester is first!"
"Oh, man!" Dick Sheppherd exclaimed, moving toward the wantonly sprawled Venus in the center of the room.
"Want to suck his cock, Doll?" Frankie Castro sniggered, dropping down on the opposite side of her. He grinned into Ellen's face. "A new boy-cock, and that sets you off, eh? Okay, you suck old Les while we have our fun. But don't get in any hurry, lady. This is going to be a long night!"
The pinch-faced teenager's lewd remarks and obscene smirks only served to fire the mounting, lustful heat in Ellen's nakedly curvaceous body.
The warmth of their young hardened flesh pressing against her on either side sent ripples of passion searing through her excitedly moistened loins and quivering belly. But it was the timid beauty of the naked teenager standing off in front of her that was whetting her now unbridled, wanton desire the most!
She glued her feverish eyes on the longer, thicker, arrow-hard length of Les Wheeler's young swollen cock poling out from his lean, sparsely haired loins, his youthful bloated balls hanging promisingly between his strong tanned legs. He was staring down at her, his emerald-green eyes aglow with shy and confused boyish lust, his hand unconsciously grasping and stroking the rod of teenaged hardness spearing out before him.
"C-Come here, Darling," Ellen whispered up at him, slowly sitting upright while the two naked youths on either side of her began to fondle and maul her full, hardened-nippled breasts. "Closer, Baby ... bring it closer so that Ellen can kiss it!"
Les did, his legs feeling like wet strands of trembling spaghetti when she reached up and gently clutched his stiffened cock in her warm, soft hand. He watched her spread her full, white thighs wide, until the entire sight of her golden-haired, pink cunt was nakedly exposed to him, then she was drawing him down to his knees between her obscenely opened legs, holding on to his aching rod of hardness and gently working its foreskin back and forth!
Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed the wet tip of his naked cock-head, extending her tiny, pink tongue so that he could see it licking like a cat's tongue while she tenderly caressed and cupped his balls!
"Uunnnggghhh!" the teenager uncontrollably grunted to the wild sensations her hot, wet tongue sent racing frantically through him ...!
"Now, what the fuck! Ain't that some rip-roaring sight, Mingus?" a loud, gruff voice came from the direction of the door, causing the naked foursome on the floor to scramble wildly at the unexpected interruption! Only Frankie Castro carried an expression of non-surprise, for it had been he who had fixed the lock so that his brother and friends could walk in.
"Oh ... oh my God!" Ellen gasped in growing horror as she stared at the three bearded young hippies whom she immediately recognized. Jack Worden shot the bolt in the door-lock behind them, then turned to gape grinningly down at her as he moved between Zero Wheeler and Mingus Castro. "Wh-What do you think you're doing ... coming into my room like this? G-Get out ... get out of here!" the young blonde wife heard her own ridiculous words.
"Oh shit, now ain't that wild?" Zero, the oafish, seventeen year old dropout snickeringly roared, already beginning to pull at his shirt. "Mrs. Harris wants to know what we think we're doing? Either of you cats want to answer the obvious question?"
Jack Worden made a lewd chuckle, as he, too, began to remove his pants. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I came to get sucked off and a fuck or two from my ex-Scoutmaster's pretty wife ... seeing as how she's taken to spreading her favors around. That is what you were just doing when we walked in, wasn't it, Baby...?"
"Yeah, you were getting ready to suck my little brother's cock, weren't you, bitch?" Zero Wheeler coarsely threw at her.
Lester Wheeler had slumped back onto his naked haunches, completely shocked at the sight of his brother and his friends, his young hardness wilting with the sudden fear for the welfare of his Scoutmaster's beautiful blonde wife! He knew the brutality of his dropout brother and his friends, especially the stupid and silent Mingus Castro! But even worse was the realization that Frankie and Dick Sheppherd must have known they were coming ... had even fixed the lock so they could get in ...!
"Good job, you guys. You earned your five bucks," Jack Worden said to Frankie and Dick. "Now just back off for awhile and watch how your elders take care of a hot piece like this! Come on, Mingus, strip! Let's put that big cock of yours to work, eh?"
CHAPTER TEN
Ellen was too awe-stricken and filled with outright fear to notice Frankie Castro and Dick Sheppherd scooting back out of the way to take up audience positions. Nor did she realize that young Lester Wheeler had confronted his now naked brother and was belligerently shoved to one side by the older, bearded Zero and warned to 'cool it' if he didn't want to get hurt! Instead, her frightened blue-eyes were widened in lewd fascination at the pair of hardened, long thick cocks that were moving toward her, while Mingus Castro continued to slowly undress!
It was Zero Wheeler who stood at her feet with his hands on his thin hips, grinning down at her helpless nakedness and the legs she had in shame re-joined tightly together.
"Come on, Mrs. Scoutmaster ... let's spread those beautiful legs wide open up there." Lester's big brother taunted, while Jack Worden's bearded features broadly grinned as he stroked his foreskinned, thick hardness with a lurid, pumping fist before her liquor-slackened face. "Don't be bashful, Honey. Just think of us as little boys, and that ought to make it easy for you."
When she hesitated, Jack Worden snapped: "Look, cunt, you going to cooperate, or you want us to rape hell out of you? I mean, you can make it nice or ugly for yourself, 'cause your going to get it and plenty of it, Baby!
Understand? There just ain't one fucking thing you can do, only put-out! Now, spread 'em, bitch!"
With a trembling intake of breath, the helpless young wife slowly opened her full, white thighs to them.
"Wider, damnit! As far apart as you can get 'em!" Zero hissed, watching as she reluctantly obeyed, spreading her legs to the furthest extent, until the entire erogenous area of her naked, hair-fringed loins and moistened, pinkness of her inner cunt were lewdly exposed to them. The bearded teenager heard her moan of degradation, at the same time sensing the undeniable tone of lust accenting it. "Fuck! Look at that delicious sight, Worden!" he invited, hoarsely. "Man, I'm going to have me a feast to kick things off!"
Ellen gasped out, her heart pounding in her chest as abruptly, Zero dropped to his knees, then forward on his belly, with his bearded face hovering inches above her helpless loins.
"Go ahead, Zero! Eat her friggin' cunt!" Frankie Castro urged from the sidelines, crawling closer to watch. "Show us how it's done!"
"Yeah, show us how it's done, Zero," Jack Worden leered, dropping down beside the naked young wife. "You, Frankie, come on in closer and latch onto her other tit!" he invited, laying down beside her and taking her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for his head, while Frankie eagerly did the same on her opposite side.
With rasping breaths of fear and shame, Ellen reclined there, her arms forcibly placed around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with raised knees, her soft, rounded thighs wantonly agape before the staring beady eyes of Zero Wheeler!
Had there been time, she might have begun to cry at that point, but instead, the curvaceous blonde wife groaned aloud as the pair of teenagers she cradled in her arms began to greedily fondle the softly resilient flesh of her unprotected breasts, kissing and hotly tonguing their tiny, hardened nipples ... finally sucking them harshly into their nibbling mouths. She felt their rigidly searing cocks pressed nakedly against her hips. Almost together, they began an obscene rhythmic undulating motion with their pelvises as she felt Zero's lustful hands contact the sensitive flesh of her soft, inner-thighs, causing her breath to passionately catch in her throat.
"Oooohhhhh ... oooohhhh Goddd!" she whimpered when she sensed his dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined crevice of her still excited pussy, his hot, wet tongue suddenly flicking at the palpitating little opening. Every muscle in her desirous young body tautened at the maddeningly pleasure-bringing tonguing of her unseparated cunt-lips, while soft, escaping sounds of erotic joy began tumbling from her lips. She felt his thumbs spreading open the puffy, fleshed folds of her moistly excited cunt ... then, he lanced his burning, wet tongue through the tingling, liquid flesh!
Ellen groaned, gasped and spasmodically twitched beneath their lustful teenaged mouths and tongues sucking and biting at her hardened-nippled breasts, while the third orally fucked into her rapidly inflaming vagina, occasionally licking upward to encircle her erectly quivering clitoris. Abruptly, his older boyish lips sucked, drawing the soft folds of sensate, petal-like flesh into the warm shelter of his ravaging mouth, while his lashing tongue kept up its spine-shattering laving of the budded nerve-plexus up between her legs!
"Ooohhh ... y-yessss ... yesssss...!" the helpless young wife whimpered in her lewdly positioned nakedness, already feeling the first warning of orgasm boiling in her soft belly from their fervid ministrations to her sensually fired flesh.
Then, through glazed eyes, Ellen saw Lester Wheeler watching them, a pathetic expression twisting his young, handsome face, even as he clung to his re-hardened length of frustrated penile flesh. With the hand of her arm encircling Frankie, she crooked a finger, beckoning to him, repeating the gesture several times before he finally stood and came to her.
"Get up above me, Darling," she said with tremoring voice, "right up over my face and squat down! Hurry, Baby!"
Only for a moment did the young teenager hesitate before taking a position above her, his feet on either side of her head as he stood facing his older brother nestled between her thighs. Slowly, he lowered himself in the lewd squatting position, until his virile young balls dangled above the passion-spurred, blonde wife's mouth, the little brown hole of his anus nearly touching her delicate nose. Excitedly Ellen licked out her girlish wet tongue, beginning to wash and coat his youthful balls with her warm saliva, finally raising her head and opening her lips wide to gently suck what she could of them into her mouth.
"Jesus! Look at that, will you?" Jack Worden chokingly swore. "The bitch is sucking your kid-brother's nuts, Zero! Christ! I never saw anything like her...!"
In her building passion, Ellen was completely oblivious to any of their remarks. Even had she wanted to, she knew it was impossible now to curb the wanton lust they had unleashed within her. She heard Lester groan, then felt him raising up again. Reluctantly, she let his soft, vulnerable testicles slip from her mouth, then realized he was re-positioning himself. He moved onto his knees, arching over the pair sucking at her breasts, his hands extended to brace himself between her body and theirs, until his hardened young cock dangled right above her wetly parted lips.
Futilely, Ellen worked with lifted head and contorted mouth, trying desperately to capture it; then he forced the stiffened rod of hot flesh downward, holding it for her until she sucked the sleek, blood-swollen head into the lust-fired heat of her eagerly watering mouth. He grunted once more, and immediately began to fuck in and out of the wet heat of her softly clasping lips, his rigid length of hot teenaged cock-flesh nearly choking her as it probed toward her throat!
It was the delicious feel of his throbbing, youthful hardness in her mouth that suddenly swept away all conception of time or space for Ellen. Her unquenchable passion, with the aid of the alcohol she had consumed, had long since destroyed any resistance she might have called upon. The sucking of his boyish cock was the lustful detonator, she realized, as she wantonly and masochistically gave her incited body to their teenaged desires. Insane sensations of sensual flames permeated every naked inch of her nakedly voluptuous body. Voraciously, she sucked at the gasping boy's cock, feeling it swell and throb, and knowing from experience that in moments it would be spewing its hot, sweet cum into her throat, while the ravishing young tongues and mouths blissfully sucked at her feverishly swollen tits, and the oral delight between her tremoring legs sent erotic shocks of abandoned joy racing through the intricate nerve-centers of her simmering cunt and soft, quaking belly...! God ... she was going to cum, herself, any minute ...!
Like something penetrating a blissful veil of enchantment, Ellen felt the intruder prodding toward her tiny anus and braced herself. She sensed the finger pressing with cruel insistence against the tightly puckered little hole, until with the urgency of an arrow it popped inside her there, sliding unhesitantly right up into the confining hot depths of her rectum! Her groan was a blurt around the rigid, stuffing cock in her mouth, its sound hummingly increasing when suddenly, she felt a second finger mercilessly follow the first! A mixture of lewd passion and pained torment raised the choking grunts in her throat as the lewd invaders wormed and thrust with thoughtless lust in and out of her unprotected back passage.
"How do they feel buried in your asshole, Mrs. Harris?" Ellen heard Frankie Castro's devilish, young voice. "Do they hurt ... or make you want to cum off!" he sniggered then. "So you'll know, I'm getting it stretched a little before I shove my cock in there later on, cunt!"
He said more, but Ellen refused to listen. His young, sadistic invasion of her rectum, coupled with Zero's blissful licking of her cunt, and the hungry mouths at her breasts, had triggered her climax. But the ultimate joy was Lester's sweet, jerking cock brushing at the very back of her wanting throat!
"Oooohhh ... oooohhhhh ... I'm going to cum, Mrs. Harris!" the kneeling teenager above her cried out. "I am ... honest! Ooohhh ... suck it ... suck it hard ... pleassseeee...!"
Not a split second later, Ellen's mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, creamy sperm raging down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire! She fought for breath as she gulped with a greedy hunger at the thick, viscous fluid squirting from his wildly jerking, teenaged cock driven to the depths of her constricting throat muscles. Like an exploding firework, her own fermented pressure peaked and burst, telegraphing instant jolts of sensual rapture to race over and through her nakedly convulsing body!
Then ... she felt Lester's youthful boy-cock growing limp in her ardent mouth as she pulled and sucked, and he drew it from her clasping lips, falling back away. Passionately, she clung to it, licking feverishly for its last drop ... finally raising her head to gape down at Zero nuzzled between her widespread thighs. Her passion was released! She begged openly for him to stop, at the same time trying to squirm away from Frankie's obscenely buried fingers in her rectum! But one glance at Zero Wheeler's upraised, beady eyes, and Frankie Castro's grinning, pinched-face let her know different! They had no intentions of ending it there! God almighty, she almost frantically realized, they intended to exhaust her ... to blow her mind through her cunt! Wildly, the bearded, older-brother of the boy she had just deliciously sucked continued to stab and lick at her inflamed clitoris, taunting the tiny bud of nerves beyond reason! Writhingly, the blonde young wife reacted, then sensed the pressure beginning to build once more! Oh Goddd ... she would cum again in a minute ...!
"Come on, Zero, give me a turn at it!" Frankie said, withdrawing his pair of fingers from her nether-passage with a moist, hissing sound. "We fixed the door for you, didn't we? Let's you and me trade places for a while ... and don't forget her asshole!"
"Okay, kid," Zero replied with a grin, raising his pussy-moistened face. "How goes it, Mrs. Harris? Did old Zero set you off?" He laughed as he scrambled onto his knees. "And just think, this is only the beginning...!"
Ellen's sensually weakened mental prowess was no equal for her young, male counterparts. She knew this to be solemnly true when young Dick Sheppherd crept forward and stuck his hotly swollen cock into her mouth. Another tongue and destroying mouth were orally tormenting the sensitive core of her pussy! How many times had she cum? Her naked flesh felt as if it were electrified with bared strands of copper wire! They came and they went, moving around and over her, claiming, probing, demanding the secrets of her body until there was nothing left! She could hardly concentrate any longer on anything but the continual resurgence of ecstatic sensation the marathon of teenaged mouths were forcing her to endure, sucking and licking at her inflamed genitals, while others tormented every erogenous area she possessed!
She had lost count of the mind-shattering orgasms her tremoring and nearly exhausted body had experienced ... or who was between her obscenely spread thighs, or sucking her swollen breasts, or thrusting their hardened cocks into her mouth and emptying their fiery cum down her throat, while harsh fingers routed and dug at the soft, spongy flesh of her stretched rectum!
Vaguely, Ellen gave thanks for the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Without its anesthetizing effects she would have gone stark-raving mad by this time! Her frenzied young body was a quivering mass of erotically tormented nerve-ends. Unceasingly, they kept up their oral ravaging, and how long it had gone on, Ellen had no idea, but nebulously she was aware that now and then there would be only one or two of them at her, while the others were obviously taunting their virile young cocks back into erection again.
God almighty, it couldn't go on much longer or she would go absolutely berserk! Still, they continued to obscenely snigger whenever she pleaded with them to take some pity on her. Whoever might be taking a turn at the tremulously seething inferno between her quaking thighs would begin to lick and suck fiendishly, until the convulsive spasms jolted again through her frenetic loins and belly in a paroxysm of agonized pleasure ...!
"Oh ... oh my God, please ... please stop! Stop...!" Ellen begged, tossing her head back and forth on the rug in the wake of a numbing series of anti-climaxes from the viciously sucking mouth of Jack Worden. "Stop it, I beg you, before I lose my mind...!"
"Come on, now! Is that any way to show your appreciation for our efforts?" Zero Wheeler taunted, grinning through his beard down at her, the sight of the thin string of white, glistening sperm stretched from the corner of her opened mouth down over her firm little chin giving his sadistic desire an added charge. "You surprise me, Mrs. Harris. Now, what would your noble Scoutmaster husband think? Here we taking turns, sweating our goddamned asses off trying to satisfy that greedy little cunt of yours and this is the way you thank us! Now that's gratitude for you...!"
"Ooohhhh ... please ... no more ... no more ..'.?
' the simpering young wife almost tearfully pleaded, trying to focus his leering face into view as he stood above her, lewdly stroking his still hardened, long, thick cock.
"No more of what, bitch?" he teased, wanting to hear her say it.
"Oooohhhh ... No more ... licking ... and sucking of ... of my cunt...." Ellen moaned in a debasing shame she had never before felt the equal of. Again, she repeated the plea, using the vilest of words because she knew it was what he, all of them, wanted to hear. God, anything else they could do to her would be a welcomed relief! She just couldn't cum one more time or she'd go into a screeching fit ...!
"Okay, Doll, seeing you put it that way," Zero agreed, nudging Jack Worden who raised his wetly shining face from between her obscenely spread, trembling thighs. He watched the sigh of deliverance escape her voluptuously quivering body. Man, she was some delicious bitch, the bearded teenager thought, gaping at her rounded white breasts which they'd all sucked into a nipple-swollen, flushed hardness, then down over the smooth, rounded little basin of her belly to the golden-haired area between her lush, shapely thighs. Her blonde-fringed cunt lips, lay open now, exposing the wetly glistening pink flesh they had intentionally tormented beyond reason. "So, Baby ... what say to a bit of fucking now, eh?"
Ellen stared up at him, her taxed satiny flesh cringing at the mere sight of his young hardened penis swaying like a menacing spear from his hairy loins, his bloated testicles hanging bullishly underneath. Damn him! He was offering her no choice, the perspiring young wife realized. It was let them, fuck her senseless, or be forced to endure more of the ordeal she had just gone through! Then, she saw the others moving close again, even young Lester, and ... and the huge and stupid Mingus Castro, who, so far had not touched her once! God, all of their young cock were reerected once more ...!
"Well, speak up, bitch! Do we fuck, or is it more cunt licking you want?" Zero shot down at her.
"No, please, not that! I'm ready! Yes ... fuck me ... anything, but no more licking...!" Ellen begged, raising shakily to her elbows.
"Okay, Mrs. Harris. If you want us to fuck you, how can we refuse, eh, cats?" Zero replied while the others laughed, and he dropped down onto the floor beside her, stretching out on his back, his young hardened cock pointing ceilingward. "It just so happens that Mingus, Jack and I've been saving our loads for this end of the party. But less you get up over me and give it a little lick or two first just to show that you love me, Baby."
Unsteadily, Ellen got to her knees and climbed astraddle of his legs, bending down over his rigid thick rod of hot boyish cock. Like the others before him, she drew its velvety foreskin back to reveal the blood-swollen, purplish glans, letting her tiny tongue spear out to taunt its little slit and tasting the piquant tang of seminal fluid clinging there. She heard him grunt beneath her tongue as she began to lick its sensitive underside, swirling around the coronal rim. The blonde young wife suddenly felt an unrestrainable tingling which raced wantonly through her at the feel of his virile young cock in her mouth. Incredulously, she sensed a tremor of rearousal spiral along her spine as she licked her way down the thick hardness to his inflated balls, kissing and coating them with the hot saliva from her mouth, her own unbelievable desire building almost painfully once more in her naked loins and belly. Dear God, was there no end to her depraved hunger for teenaged penis?
"Oh fuck!" Zero luridly choked. "Get up over me and shove it up your cunt, bitch! Man, I've got to fuck you! You're too friggin' much!"
Ellen didn't try to contain the little egotistical smile his panting words fired as she moved bodily above him. Yes, she licentiously thought, she could still handle the likes of his adolescent lust! On her knees, with her legs spread wide, her pink-nippled breasts hanging and swaying above his young chest, Ellen centered her open, wet cunt directly above the tip of his hotly pulsating cock-head. Then, with her hand, she reached between her legs to grasp the stiffened, thick rod, drawing its feverish head teasingly back and forth through her hot moistened cuntal flesh.
"Goddamn...!" Zero grunted, thrusting his hips upward. "Get the fucking thing into your hole, bitch!"
Again, the blonde naked wife displayed the smile reflecting her lustful ego, plus gratefulness for their impish licking and sucking which had caused her vagina to become wetly dilated and ready to receive a cock.
Jack Worden watched it all from behind, his face almost touching Zero's legs and the blonde wife's sensually beautiful ass. His eager eyes burned as he watched her place his buddy's massively thick penis right at the quivering little mouth of her pussy, then force her luscious ass down onto it with a swoosh! Christ, she took the whole frigging length of it right up her cunt on the first lunge! He heard her heavy sigh of pleasure and Zero's grunting reaction as she rocked back and forth on his rigidly pulsating shaft at first, then lifted her hips, her pink cunt-flesh wetly sucking and pulling at his hardness before plunging down again. This time, she added a circling undulation of her rounded hips and the full white mounds of her luscious ass! Shit, he could almost shoot off just watching the horny sight!
Zero Wheeler clutched and mauled her rhythmically dancing tits, squeezing and kneading their yielding resilience while he lifted from the floor to drive his powerfully throbbing young cock up into the seething wet confines of her grasping cunt-channel. Shit, she was ... she was too fucking much! Her long blonde hair hung down, grazing and tickling his forehead, and ... and there was an impish little smile on her face, causing her blue eyes to gleam. The bitch, she was drawing the sap right out of him and reveling in it! His bloated balls churned achingly, he'd held his load back for so long!
"What's wrong, Zero baby? Is Ellen too much for you this way?" she tauntingly panted down on him.
The bearded teenager choked, his words bunching in his throat before he forced them out, and the naked young wife's smile twisted into a salacious grin. Damn them, she thought. She'd show them who was in charge! And enjoy the delights of their youthful hard cocks in the bargain!
"N-Now, Jack! Christ, now...!" the gasping youth in under her ordered.
Abruptly, she felt another presence moving in behind her, then his hands were on her buttocks ... warm and caressing hands that smoothed to her hips, the heat of his teenaged body evidence of his closeness!
"Wh-What are you going to do...?" she started.
"Just hold tight, Baby, and you'll see!" Zero snapped, and she did, bringing her hip-grinding motion to a decisive halt, a sudden trepidation of fear washing through her. "Go ahead, Jackson. You know what to do ... the way we took that cunt in San Diego, eh?"
Ellen sucked in her breath, apprehensively waiting as Zero withdrew his length hardness until only its tip rested at her vaginal mouth ... the abrupt presence of a second fleshy spear making itself felt. Frantically, Ellen reasoned that it had to be seated against the First, both swollen nozzles pointed and geared toward the sensitive passage of her cunt, making her shudderingly understand what they intended! God...! They were going to double fuck her there ...!
"Oh please ... no ... no! I-I can't take them both together...!"
"Let's just give it the old scouting try, what do you say, Doll?" Zero said. "Okay, Jackson, one ... two ... three ... fuck!"
They did, in practiced unison, Jack Worden digging into the soft flesh of her hips, destroying all thought for a mind-shattering minute as the pair of young hardened cocks both smashed up into her vagina like devastating pile drivers! Together, they inhumanly stretched her cuntal passage with breathtaking shocks of agony, eliminating any sense of ego or confidence she had momentarily known."
"Aaaauuugghhh! UUUuunnngggghhh ... stop ... oh God, stop!" the tormented young wife grunted in her immediate agony. But they didn't stop, nor even slow down ... only raced into her with an obscene rhythm, stretching her defenseless cuntal passage beyond belief! "Ooohhhh ... your killing me ... killing me!"
"Killing you with cock, eh, Mrs. Harris?" Jack Worden luridly jeered from behind.
"And it's feeling better every second, isn't it bitch? Isn't it...?" Zero Wheeler hissed up into her slackened face, mauling and twisting her hanging breasts as masochistic sensation began to ripple through her naked voluptuous body. "Tell the truth you cock-happy bitch! You're beginning to love, ain't you?"
"Oooohhh ... oooohhhh...! God ... Y-Yessss ... yeeessss! Fuckkkk iittttt! Shove both your cocks into me ... harder ... harder...!"
The unbelievably ravaged young wife in her obscenely positioned nakedness could hardly comprehend the weird, exotic sensations her stretched vagina was burningly telegraphing to her sensuous brain! Unknown masochistic enchantment swept over her, satanically firing her nakedly perspiring young body. God, she was insatiable! She knew it now with certainty! Anything ... everything wanton and obscene that had to do with sex was her forte! She'd been depraved for a thousand years before her conception ... and the realization of it made her sluttishly pump her hips and buttocks down onto their charging, uplifted young cocks, heatedly scoring the sensitive, pink flesh of her accommodating vagina!
Through the veil of masochistic passion possessing her, Ellen vaguely caught the sound of Jack Worden's whimpering voice as he dug his young, excited fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, his hardened teenaged cock thrusting in flesh-soldered accord with Zero's into her lust-seared cunt!
"I-I can't hold it, Zero man! Fuck! I'm going to cuummmm...!"
"Right on, chicken! So shoot it!" Zero chidingly jargoned. "Let the Scoutmaster's cock-crazy wife have it! Blow your balls in her, baby!"
Ellen moaned with whorish unrestraint at the lustful thought of his virile young cock squirting excitedly into her while the other continued to fuck uninterrupted! She visualized the two swollen rods of teenaged hardness adjoined in her mind's eye like a double-barreled weapon, and she humped her lewdly spread buttocks and seething genitals up and down them! Suddenly, she felt the throbbing burst of the upper one in its jerking and swelling spasm, its teenaged owner grasping brutally at the supple, satiny flesh of her hips as he began to chant: "I-I'm cumming! Oh shit ... here it cuuummmsss...!"
Ellen felt it squirting from the swollen tip of his desperately ramming young cock in hot, thick jets of virile teenaged jism, immediately coating the stretched walls of her inflamed vagina with a slippery film that immeasureably increased the sensitivity of her passage. Then, it fell sadly limp, almost pulpy, until it was gone, and only the single charging cock thrust up into her! God ... she had to have more ... had to! ... Must cum again ... once more ... and it was as if she were trying to fuck a baby's penis! Frantically, she plunged her desperate cunt down onto it with unhideable desire, undulating her hips and buttocks in a wild effort to regain the friction of his hard, hot cock-flesh against the expanded liquid heat of her intensively roused cuntal passage!
"Ooohhhh ... do it again! One of the others ... please, Zero!" she gasped, her breaths heaving from her lungs. "I-I've got to cum again "Sonofabitch!" the older Wheeler brother gurgled, watching her buck and strain on top of him like a girl gone mad! Mad! Fuck, she was! Her beautiful face was contorted in whorish lust! He couldn't believe it as he twisted and palmed her hanging tits, tormenting them by biting their pebble-hard nipples while he smashed his hotly aching penis up to meet her downward plunge! Christ all mighty! She was too much for the whole fucking lot of them! She was ... the beautiful bitch! "Mingus! For Chris'sake, do your thing now! Now!"
Sensually bleared, Zero watched the big, naked dum-dum kneel down behind her and crawl in close. All through it, as always, he'd waited for the signal ... and if he ever needed it, he needed it now!
In a quiet, enjoyable numbness, the overgrown boy called Mingus pleasurefully stared at the stretched and swollen pink outer flesh of the blonde girl's cuntal channel, along with Zero's heavy cock pistoning up into it. He was always happy when it was his turn, but he had to wait for Zero's signal. Zero was his friend and saw to it that he had lots of good fucking. Even when he had to sit there and wait, he didn't mind, because he knew that Zero would take care of him. But for a second, it was exciting to watch Zero's cock all moist and glistening from Jack's cum that was matting the hair at the base of his prick and dribbling down his balls!
"Hold it, Mrs. Harris!" Zero ordered, and she did. "We have another cock for you...!"
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh yessss ... do it again, please?" Ellen moaned, bringing her naked, fire-filled body to a temporary motionlessness, and obscenely thrusting her buttocks back by dipping her waist and spreading her knees wider, the screaming thought of two penises once more inside her raging belly wantonly exciting her! She sensed hands on her hips, then the nudging of his hard, young cock-flesh playing in the dampness coating the entire area of her passionate genitals. She felt the spongy, hot tip of his young hardness searching provocatively up and down the crevice separating her obscenely spread buttocks. "Ooohhhh ... hurry, Mingus ... get it in ... please?" she begged in uncontrollable want, squirming her hips as if to help him. And ... and then, she froze ...!
Oh God! What did he think he was doing? She gaped down with staring eyes at the grinning teenager below her as she felt thumbs on either side of her tiny, virginal anus! Suddenly, they pressured outward, as if to open the tight little hole ... and with an undeniable skill! Oh Lord, no ... not that! She was too sore there from just their finger-fucking ...!
"No, Mingus, no!" she gasped out, straining her neck to look behind her at the powerful, naked boy. "Please don't ... I can't take you there ... not with the other one in my pussy!" she lewdly pleaded. "Please, Darling...?" she whimpered, even knowing the uselessness of it when she saw the expression in his small, beady eyes!
Open fear, and perhaps for the first time, clouded her young blue eyes and knotted in her belly at the thought of him trying to sodomize her while Zero fucked into her cunt. Accepting them both inside her vagina was one thing, but this outrageous obscenity with his big cock would surely split her wide open!
"Don't get uptight, Baby," Zero whispered up at her, still fondlingly taunting her hanging breasts. "You know daddy wouldn't want to have to fly back here just because his loving young wife was a cunt-bitch, would he?"
"Oooohhhh Gooooddd!" Ellen choked to his merciless hands on her breasts. But even that agony was suddenly brushed aside by the feeling of Mingus' hardened cock-head pressuring against the once tight ring of her tiny anus he was lewdly thumb spreading open! God ... were these just teenaged boys ... or lust-crazed animals...? She felt him strain forward...! Ooohhh! His thick, rubbery cock-head was worming its way into her there, and she chilled with natural terror! "Ooohhh ... God ... please don't...!"
Painfully, Ellen whimpered, trying to squirm free of the blunt, agonizing intrusion into her helplessly resisting rectum. But they clung to her mercilessly, Mingus ever pressing forward as she clenched her tear-brimming eyes shut. Suddenly, the tensioned, elasticized mouth of her tightly puckered little anus gave way before the relentless pressure, allowing the smooth turgid head to salaciously pop into her! She felt his strong young hands move to her upper thighs, his fingers gouging into her tender, white flesh, and she ground her teeth to help her bear the pain!
"How's that feel, Doll?" Zero twitted, grinning up at her as he continued to worry her swollen, sore breasts and thrust his pulsing hardness up into her wet vaginal sheath with a grinding, circular action of his lean teenaged hips. "Like maybe someone was shoving a white hot rod up your luscious ass, eh?"
"Oooohhh! Aaauuuggghhh! Y-You're killing me ... my Goddddd!" Ellen shrilly cried out, her face contorting with the torment. "Ooooohhhhh ... you demented bastard!" she wailed back at the unheeding Mingus, straining her neck to gape at his engrossed, stupid face as he clutched sadistically at her thighs and slowly wormed his huge rigid cock up into the snug heat of her spongy passage without respite. Zero drew her down until her breasts were flattened against his hairy chest, forcing her obscenely spread buttocks higher into the air to help Mingus' thick sodomizing cock push into and fuck her there! Brutally, its blood-throbbing head plowed the velvety, clinging flesh before it-until at last with one final lunge that flattened the softly yielding moons of her buttocks against his pelvis, he had driven the impaling hard length of it into her desperately stretched back channel!
Ellen gasped for breath, barely able to think, the pain was so overwhelming! She would never be the same after this ... this brutal ravaging of her passages! Even the effects of the alcohol she had consumed throughout the day were no longer of any solace to her ... and the slightest move she made only drove his blood-swollen shaft deeper into her nether channel! She tried to hold herself to a death-like stillness as they both began to saw in and out of her vaginal and rectal canals ... in and out ... until she began to sense the thickness of their burning rods of hardened cock-flesh rubbing against one another, separated only by the thin membrane wall between her stretched vagina and rectum.
"UUuunngghh ... ooohhh ... ooohh...!" the naked young wife moaned helplessly as she gradually became accustomed to the double ravishment and then felt the pain becoming weirdly pleasurable! She began to move back and down in tempo with the heated thrusts of their plunging, hard young cocks!
To Ellen in her totally lust-corrupted state, pain had suddenly become joy, and for the millionth time she vaguely reasoned the depths of her depraved degradation! God, there was no limit to the dregs of wanton obscenities to which her lecherous passion would subject itself...."
"Sock it to her, Mingus boy!" Zero lewdly encouraged. "Stuff that big cock up her ass until she tastes it, baby!"
Ellen made no effort to restrain the lewd grunts of masochistic passion tumbling from her tongue-moistened lips as she felt the swollen intrusion solidly thrusting into her rectum, chafing and rubbing to an erotic sensation its raw, spongy flesh. She felt the stupid youth's hands gripping her smooth hips again with an eager pressure as he drubbingly sodomized her, each skin splitting plunge raising a throaty gasp from her that filled the room. She stared unseeingly, but ever conscious of Zero's animalish hands twisting and kneading the fullness of her dancing breasts, while his naked cohort thrust between her defenselessly upraised buttocks with longer, sleeker strokes! Wildly, he rammed the entire huge length of hardness right up her ass, until she could feel his young sperm-bloated balls slapping each time against the stretched, cock-engorged mouth of her seething pussy.
"How we doing, Mrs. Scoutmaster? Tickling your fancy a bit are we?" the bearded teenager beneath her taunted to his mauling of her tormented, swollen breasts. Then, with an unexpected, spine-shattering lurch, he rammed the length of his hard, thick rod upward into her simmering vagina to stab at the underside of her quaking belly, forcing a piteous whimper from her throat. "You're going to remember this ball for a goddamned long time, I'll bet my ass!"
Ellen almost felt like laughing down in his face. Oh, she'd remember it all right, but only because of the forbidden lustful bliss it was bringing her ... being ravaged by six youthful penises that had fucked into every erogenous opening of her sensually insatiable young body! Yes, she would remember it ... and so would they ... for the rest of their lives ...!
The others, Frankie, Lester,' Dick Sheppherd and Jack Worden, one after the other they came to stand above Zero and thrust their rejuvenated hard cocks into her mouth to be sucked, and eagerly she accommodated them. Their hot, youthful sperm Filled her belly, smearing her lips and chin with its sticky whiteness, while she reveled in the obscene possession of them. Oh sweet and delightful boy cock!
Wantonly, the naked cum-drenched young wife undulated her rounded, widespread buttocks with tireless fervency, squeezing with both cunt and rectal muscles at the hardened, teenaged poles of burning sinew rhythmically pumping into her inflamed body orifices. She listened to catch their youthful groans of boyish lust as her pussy, rectum and mouth hungrily pulled at their young loins. With voracious desire, she began to suck harder at the rigidly jerking cock in her mouth, its owner no longer of importance. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she eagerly slaved ... and then the stupid Mingus whimpered like a puppy behind her.
"Oh ... oh shit, Zero...? I'm going to, man! Right now ... here it cummmmms!"
At the same time, the boy whose stiffened young cock filled her mouth began to convulse. She sensed it swelling abruptly as Mingus' hot sperm began to squirt into the clutching depths of her tingling rectum. Wildly, she fucked back onto his pumping, spewing cock while she ravenously sucked at the jerking hardness in her mouth, until it burst and the boy whined out, shuddering all over. Nectarous gushes of the creamy, pungent liquid jetted into her mouth and throat, her cheeks puffing and contracting as she avidly swallowed his hot boy jism, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating young penis, prepared not to lose a single drop!
Completely spent, he pulled his deflating member from her lips, as did the overgrown youth behind her, both of them falling away and leaving her to concentrate on the bearded teenager beneath who had somehow set himself up as their leader. The brutal arrogance they had shown from the beginning had suddenly dwindled to an almost pathetic air of boyish passion. Both her rectum and belly were filled with his young cohorts cum, and now it was his turn! At last, she was in full command and he knew it!
She bent down and kissed him with her wet, sperm-coated lips, thrusting her tiny cum-covered tongue obscenely into his mouth, finally raising her head and laughing down at him.
"What's the matter, little boy, can't you do your share of taking care of Ellen? Are we going to have to call in one of the others to help again, or are you man enough to handle the finale?"
"Y-You bitch! Y-You beautiful fucking bitch!" he hissed, but without malice. "I'll finish the job ... or die in the attempt, Baby!"
"You just might at that, Zero darling!" the curvaceous, young naked wife twitted, raising her rounded hips and plunging down in an undulating, grinding motion with her fire-filled loins and buttocks. Wildly, her cuntal muscles began to contact and pull at his thrusting, rock-hard young cock, while her aching, swollen breasts swayed and jounced above his face.
Ellen sat up straight then, beginning a lewd rocking motion, feeling the throbbing length of his youthful thick cock frictionally massaging the liquid walls of her intensively excited vagina. Its bulbous head delightfully prodded her cervix. She reached behind her to find his bloated balls, cupping, then skillfully raking her nails over their cum-filled sac. While the others looked on like exhausted soldiers with their limp, glistening young cocks shriveling up to resemble useless strands of cooked macaroni, Ellen gently squeezed and milked the bearded teenager's heatedly churning balls as she wildly fucked 'him.
"G-Goddamn...!" he suddenly choked, gaping up at her beautiful sensuous face. "Here it cums, Doll! Ohhhh Christ...! Fuck it hard, Mrs. Harris...! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg...!"
"Yesss ... yesss, Darling...!" Ellen responded with .a little wail, her rounded, white hips and buttocks fucking feverishly downward to absorb his upthrusting, frantically jerking hard cock! "Ooooohhh Godddd...! Now! Nooowww ... I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggg toooo...!"
She squealed and Zero bellowed, their wildly pounding bodies convulsing spasmodically. Then, the result of their dynamic orgasms foamed back and down out of the curvaceous, blonde wife's wetly enveloping cunt in a torrent to hotly flood his cock and balls below, while they continued to maddeningly fuck in obscenely resounding lust ...!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
There were no more parades for Ellen Harris to oversee in the absence of her young husband's temporary placement in New York, but there were other scouting events that kept her quite occupied. At first, she was upset to learn that Carl would have to stay longer than they'd originally anticipated, but as the summer dwindled on she found that her activities with the boys completely took up her time and kept her from getting lonesome.
To further please her, the Wordens moved away, eliminating that fear of coercion on their part, while Zero Wheeler and Mingus Castro had taken to the road hoping to see the country. All in all, her existence had seemed to pleasingly blossom for her, even though she very much missed her Carl. As she had told him over the telephone the last time he'd called and wanted her to immediately leave for New York and join him, that the company would pay for it: "Darling, I'd love to, but how can I leave your boys? The troop means so much to them."
"Damnit, I may be here another month or so, Baby ... and I miss you!" he'd exclaimed, the urgent tone of his voice warmly moving her.
"I know, Darling ... and I miss you, too. But the boys need me, Carl ... at least, until you come home ... I'm sure you must understand that."
"Yeah ... yeah, I guess I do, Ellen," he'd said with a deep sigh. "I suppose I should feel proud of your concern for them and the way you've taken over. Just selfish, I guess. How's the troop going, anyway?"
"Oh wonderful, Darling," she had exuberated. "And the best news I've saved until last. You won't believe it, but we've had thirteen new boys join in the last month...!"
