YOUNG STUD LANIGAN peered through the cracked windshield of his Model B Ford and listened with dismay to the wheeze of the engine. It had been a long trip for the faithful old car, and over the miles it had begun to develop a real-case of the miseries. It was hard to isolate new noises as they developed because of the overriding thunder of the exhaust as it escaped through the latticework that was all that was left of his muffler and tail pipe. But underneath the din of the exhaust he was sure that he could pick out the muted thud of a main bearing knock from among the sounds of noisy valves and piston slap and the squeal of the fan belt. He'd better not try to make it over to Dave's.
He looked at the map beside him on the seat. When he'd left home the morning before to come and seek his fortune in the city, he'd pinpointed on the map two places of refuge where he could stay while he looked for a job�_"his brother Dave's, on the far side of town, and his uncle Luke's, whose house should only be a block or two off this highway.
The choice was obvious.
A few minutes later, he brought the ancient Model B coupe to a halt in the driveway of a modern split-level house. It was Stud's first time ever in the city, and he looked at the house with apprehension. It was not yet noon, and Uncle Luke would surely be at work now, and his two girl cousins in school. Which would leave only his Aunt Harriet at home�_"if she were home and not gone off anywhere. He almost hoped that she was gone. He could curl up on the car seat and sleep till his cousins or his uncle came home. He felt a little hesitant about walking in on his aunt and surprising her like this, without any warning of his visit. And she wasn't even his real aunt, having married his Uncle Luke only a few years before. She'd come out to the Lanigan farm with Luke shortly after the wedding, and that was the only time that he had ever seen her. His memory of her was vague. Of course, five years before he'd been only thirteen and not much interested in lady relatives.
So he sat with his hands on the steering wheel for a moment, then finally pushed away with a sigh and got out of the car. He rubbed the palms of his hands on the thighs of his dungarees and approached the house.
Inside the house, Aunt Harriet punched a hole in the top of another can of beer and chug-a-lugged almost half of it before she set it down on the counter by the sink. She scowled out the window at the rattletrap car that had died at the end of the driveway and wondered who in the world the boy was who was getting out of it.
She looked down at herself. Maybe she should put something on over her babydoll pajama top�_"or perhaps even a pair of panties on under it. She shrugged. To hell with it. If he didn't like it he could leave as easily as he came in. She was puzzled, though. He certainly wasn't a salesman, not looking the way he did. And he was young, tall, built like a heavyweight fighter with strong thighs that filled his pants legs snugly, and a prominent bulge where the vault with the family jewels was tucked.
She shrugged again and touched a hand to her hair. Not that it needed attention. She had taken pains with her hair and makeup that morning and she knew she looked good. It was Monday and the milkman came on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday this week. It was her good week. On alternate weeks she had him only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because the girls were home on Saturday, his third delivery day.
So she had fixed her hair and put on her sheerest babydoll pajama top, leaving off the bottoms for the sake of convenience, and knowing what the sight of her bush through the sheer nylon would do to the milkman. She smiled at the thought and reached for the kitchen door as the husky, jean-clad youth came up on the stoop.
"Howdy," he said, smiling. "Can I come in?"
"I guess."
She stepped back and let him in. She was frowning. He sounded so familiar, and looked familiar, too. He walked into the center of the kitchen and turned around. She had closed the door and was standing with her back to it, leaning on the knob. She was younger than he'd expected, not more than thirty, with clear even features and a mass of yellow hair that was darkening at the roots. She was dressed in a pajama top that came just below her crotch and might almost not even have been there. It was so filmy that he could see plainly the dark nipples that crowned huge, rounded breasts, and the dark triangular jungle at the base of her belly. He gulped.
The top had a clinging quality that molded itself to her figure, which was lush and voluptuous. While her breasts were large and full and lacked the support of a bra, they sagged only slightly on her chest. The nipples with their large brown aureoles were clearly outlined, and he was surprised to see how big and erect they were, like thimbles.
"What in hell is that thing out in the yard?" she demanded, coming a step closer to him, He could smell alcohol and, glancing toward the sink, he saw an open can of beer sitting on the counter top.
"You mean my car?"
"Is that a car? It sounds like a locomotive and looks like a joke."
"It's not much," he said deprecatingly. "Papa didn't even want me to drive it this far. He wanted me to come on the bus. He said he'd give me the fare, but I didn't think that was right."
"Why in hell not? That thing out there's a hazard to whoever's driving it and whoever's anywhere near it on the road."
"Well, it's mine," he said defensively. "I mean somebody gave it to me and I got it running and I've driven it for two years now and it never gave me any trouble and I figured I could come this far in it." He paused. "And I did."
"Well, I doubt like hell it'll take you any further."
"Probably not till I do a little work on it," he admitted ruefully.
"Don't look like it's worth working on. You'd be better off pushing it over a cliff and buying yourself something a little more reliable. Like a bicycle."
"Well." He blushed. Stud blushed a lot. It kind of went with his fair complexion and his crop of dark red curly hair. With his wide shoulders and open-eyed look of innocence he looked not unlike Li'l Abner. "I figure to buy something a little better when I can afford to. That's why I came to the city. To seek my fortune."
He spoke gravely and she looked at him oddly, but didn't laugh. There was something too earnest and appealing about this handsome young giant of a boy to laugh at. She walked to the counter and picked up her beer and took a drink from the can. When she tilted her head back her body arched and her breasts thrust up and her hips tilted so that the hairy mound at the apex of her thighs was clearly outlined. He had a hard time pulling his eyes away. He gulped.
She straightened up then and looked at him. The milkman was due any minute now and she had to get rid of this young fugitive from a plow handle.
"I don't blame you for that," she said. "It sure don't pay to try and make your fortune in the country these days. Unless you've already got a thousand acres or so, and then the government'll help you live comfortably by paying you not to plant it. But tell me something, if you will."
"Why, sure. If I can."
"Why in hell did you wheel that antique chariot into my driveway?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Aunt Harriet. I know this is a terrible thing for me to do, to drop in to visit without giving you any warning at all. It was a spur-of-the-moment idea. I couldn't get no job around home and I didn't have any money, and I just up from the breakfast table yesterday and said I was going off to the city to seek my fortune."
Aunt Harriet buried the fingers of one hand into her darkening blonde hair and stared at him open-mouthed for a minute. "You can't mean! But you are! You're Stud Lanigan, Luke's nephew!"
"That's right. You remembered me right off. It's like I told Ma�_"that it'd be all right. I had the urge to leave the farm and I had to go. When a man decides he has to do something, he has to up and do it while the urge is hot on him�_"strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. Ma said I ought to wait till she could write a letter to you folks but I told her I had to go then or I'd change my mind and then I'd be forever sorry."
"You've sure grown," she breathed, her eyes going over his broad chest, flat stomach, and lean hips.
"I'm eighteen now," he said proudly.
He was an outsized youth with shoulders like a pro football lineman, arms like Rocky Marciano; and yet his body tapered to a narrow waist and hips. His dungarees were faded from many washes and fit tight on his legs and around his hips. She stared at the bulge that gave prominent evidence to the suspicion that Stud was outsized in his sex organs, too.
"You were scrawny when I saw you last. You've changed some." She paused while her eyes continued to devour him. She shook her head. "Imagine having something like you right here in our family and I never knew it."
"... And so I set out yesterday morning after breakfast and here I am," he finished his story.
"My God, what a trip in that old thing! You couldn't have averaged much more than thirty miles an hour."
"Hardly that," he said. "I had to stop a few times to fix tires and such. And then I stopped to sleep a little during the night."
"You mean that's all the rest you had? You poor kid. You must be tired. Can I get you a beer? Or anything?"
"Golly, no. That's all right. I don't drink beer. Just never started. Not that I've got anything against others drinking," he added hastily, glancing at the can in her hand. "But is it all right? I mean, for me to stay here for a while."
"Sure! I wouldn't have it any other way. I'd have been insulted if you'd gone anywhere else. Of course you can stay with us. As long as you want." But underneath the warm display of hospitality her mind wrestled with the problem of getting him out of the way before the milkman came.
"Well, I want to be on my own. But if I could stay here till I got a job and a little money ahead, then I could get a room somewhere."
"I wouldn't hear of it," she said. "And I know Luke wouldn't want you to stay anywhere but here." As she studied him, he had the vague feeling of somehow being evaluated like a steer on the auction block.
"I'd want to pay you for my meals and all the trouble."
"I don't think there's going to be any trouble," she said, nodding, a sensual smile resting lightly on her mouth. She was breathing more heavily now, and as her breasts rose and fell Stud's eyes fastened on the huge nipples, clearly outlined in the fabric; they were uptilted, pointing at him.
"I could go on over to my brother Dave's," he said.
"Charming boy, too," she murmured. "But clear on the other side of town. Stay with us a while till you get settled and decide what you want to do." The more she studied him the more attractive became the thought of having a boy of his obvious talents staying in the house. The thought of the milkman began to recede in her mind.
"Well, thanks. I appreciate this."
"And now you're tired, aren't you?"
"Well, I didn't get much sleep in the car last night," he admitted. "And I could use a shower."
"Here, let me show you."
She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, up a half-flight of stairs, through a short hall, a bedroom off the hall, and into a bath that opened off the bedroom. Her hand was soft and warm and felt moist in his. As they walked she squeezed his hand a few times and smiled at him. She's really a fine-looking woman, he thought, and much younger than he'd remembered. Well, a boy of thirteen looks at females in a different way from when he's grown to adult size. And she does have marvelous tits, he thought, and wondered vaguely how it would feel to squeeze them, then blushed at the idea.
"You take as long as you like in the shower," she murmured, her head cocked to one side as she thought she heard the sound of a delivery truck. "I'll get some pajamas of Luke's that you can wear, and then you can take a nap."
She left him then and hurried back to the kitchen. The milkman was just closing the door behind him, his milk carrier in one hand. He grinned appreciatively at her and met her midway in the room, his arms going around her, straining her to him, his mouth opening on hers.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her mouth a hot, voracious animal as it worked on his, sucking his lips, his tongue. He slid his hands down her back and cupped the cheeks of her ass in his broad palms, under her pajama top, squeezing the rubbery flesh, pulling her against him till the stiff erection of his cock bit into her through the heavy trouser material.
"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," he said, trying to turn her and lead her from the room.
"I can't!" she wailed. "Didn't you see that old car out there?"
"Yeah. I thought it was something Luke had brought home to work on."
"Well, it isn't. It belongs to his nephew. He's here now! Taking a shower. We can't go up there."
"What's he doing here?"
"He came to stay with us for a while."
"What are we going to do, Harriet?" He spoke in an injured tone, as if she'd brought her nephew there deliberately to frustrate him.
"I don't know! We can't go in the bedroom, though. He might come out of the shower any minute."
"What about Wednesday, Harriet? What about Wednesday?"
"I don't know�_"maybe he'll be working. Maybe he won't be in the way then."
"I been looking forward to a little time with you," he said reproachfully.
"Well, my God! I can't help it. I been looking forward to it too."
"Have you? Have you really, Harriet?"
"You know I have."
"You're the high spot of my week, Harriet. And those weeks when I can see you three times, it's great, Harriet!"
He squeezed her ass even tighter and kissed her hard and long, his tongue stroking in and out of her mouth. She broke the kiss finally, pulling her head back.
"Puhleeze!"
"Please, hell, Harriet!" He was gasping. "You don't know how I feel�_"how much I need you, need your warmth, your closeness!"
"I think I know." She was struggling to get free of him. "But we can't do it now!"
"Here, Harriet! Right here! He'll never know. He's back there in the shower. God, Harriet! The way I feel, it won't take me more'n a minute. We'll be done before he's dry."
He unzippered his pants and freed his cock so that it stood out from his body, straight and stiff, bone-hard, quivering. He reached for her, grabbing her by the wrists, then pulled her with him as he backed to a chair and sat down on it.
"Come on, you hot, gorgeous hunk of woman! Come sit on papa's lap and whisper in his ear."
"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested, but let him pull her to him.
"It's all right, baby. We need it. God! How I need it. I been wanting to do this to you for days."
"And I been wanting you, too," she whispered as she straddled his lap, her cunt positioning itself at the end of his cock, then slowly sliding down over it as she impaled herself on his rigid upright shaft.
"Oh, that feels so good," he whispered, his arms around her. "You've got the tightest, sweetest pussy in the world, baby. It feels so good when that sweet hot cunt grabs onto my meat and squeezes it just like an ever-loving hand."
She wriggled her fanny on his lap, seating him deep within her, her knees coming up and her feet catching in the rungs of the chair. "Do you like that?" she asked as she wriggled around, moving her hips in a slow, circular movement.
"Do I like that? Oh, do I like that!" he gasped as he jerked in the chair, thrusting up as much as he could. "You got the tightest, sweetest, juiciest pussy I've ever had. I like fucking you like I like eating and breathing... Your cunt's like a hot wet glove on my cock... that's it, keep going... oh, Harriet, you got an educated snatch... that's great, don't ever stop... I want to fuck you this way till Judgment Day and I hope it never comes!"
She rolled her pelvis, tilting it up and back in a rocking motion, the movement sliding his love stick in and out of her seething channel in an exquisitely sensual way that inched them both nearer and nearer, but, oh, so lovingly and slowly.
"Oh, great!" he cried as she rocked. "Your sweet twitching cunt, your cock-squeezing cunt, is milking my rod... it feels so good, like forever, why don't we just fuck forever, just you and me and that great sweet, snapping, juicy, honey-dripping pussy of yours that's driving me right out of my ever-loving mind! Oh, oh, ohhh, fuck me, Harriet, Harriet, faster, faster, fuck me faster, faster!"
"Oh, honey!" she moaned in answer. "I feel it coming! I can feel it coming clear up from my toes. It's like the shock wave of an earthquake, honey. I'm trembling and I'm going to blow my rocks like Mount Vesuvius... oh, sweetheart, that great, big cock of yours is driving right up through me, driving clear up to my heart... that great big hammer is pounding me to paradise... oh, honey... "
Her voice trailed off into whimpering silence as she rolled and bounced on his cock.
Into the sweaty, grunting half-silence that followed her words, there came a hesitant voice: "Aunt Harriet?"
Her body stilled and she made a strangling noise in her throat, then looked over at the boy who stood in the doorway to the kitchen with a towel knotted around his middle.
CHAPTER TWO
"ARE YOU BUSY?" Stud frowned. All he could see was that his aunt was sitting straddle of a man's lap, the top of her babydoll pajamas falling around her, covering his legs where she was sitting. Her arms were around the man's neck and her face was very close to his.
"What is it, Stud?"
"You said you were going to get me some pajamas."
She cleared her throat before she could speak clearly. "Yes, of course. You�_"you go back in the bedroom and I'll be there in a minute. I've�_"I've got to finish getting a cinder out of his eye." She gestured feebly. "The milkman. He can't drive the truck with a cinder in his eye."
"Oh, sure, Aunt Harriet. I can wait." He obediently turned and left the room.
The seated man exhaled a breath of bitter anguish, then jerked his hips upward in futile effort to reclaim the passion of a moment before. The buxom, voluptuous woman on his lap looked at him critically. She could feel the change in his cock as it lay within her vagina-had felt its shrinking state as the voice of Stud Lanigan had startled him into total eclipse, softening, shriveling, shrinking, till the contraction of her cunt forced it out of her completely.
"Oh, Harriet!" he cried.
"Sorry," she said, getting up. "That killed it for now. Maybe we'll have better luck Wednesday. I'll try to get him out of the house."
With that she left him to find his own way out, and went in search of pajamas for Stud to wear. He was standing in the middle of the master bedroom when she walked in, still clad only in the towel he'd worn into the kitchen.
"Well, I got it out," announced Harriet.
"Got it out?" He looked at her blankly.
"The cinder, his eye, remember?"
"Oh, yes!"
"He's gone." She looked him up and down critically. "Why don't you sleep in the raw?"
"The raw?"
"Yeah. You know, no clothes. You're a lot bigger than Luke. I don't think any of his stuff would fit you."
"Well, look, I don't want to be a bother. I can just slip my clothes on and lay down on the couch or something."
"Not in those clothes," she said firmly. "You've slept in them one night already. I'm going to throw them in the washer before they start walking around by themselves."
"I'll just go to the car. I've got some things in a suitcase there."
"Just never mind," she said, eyeing him up and down, an idea glimmering in the back of her mind. "You're all fresh and clean from the shower and you're going to bed. Hell, what's wrong with sleeping in the raw? I always do. I hate to wear anything to bed. Hell, I hate to wear anything any of the time as far as that goes. That's why I run around half-naked. Luke says I'm a nudist by inclination and I guess he's right. They've got the right idea about a lot of things."
"Who�_"who's that, Aunt Harriet?"
"Nudists. You know, back-to-nature kick, benefits of the sun, natural way of life, false modesty, nothing shameful about the human body, all that kind of stuff."
"Yes. I guess I see what you mean."
"So you can sleep in the raw," she announced firmly. "But first I'm going to give you a little message to loosen your muscles and relax you so you can rest better."
"Gee, you don't have to do that."
"I want to. I do it for Luke all the time. He swears that after a massage from me five hours of sleep do him as much good as ten without the message."
She put a hand on his arm, then urged him over to the bed. "Come on. Lay down on the bed now." When he hesitated, she added, "Don't be bashful. You got a towel around you that Jungle Jim can hide behind. Hell, I don't have any more than that on myself." She grunted. "Not as much."
She raised her arms out from her sides to emphasize the fact she had only the flimsy top.
"Luke calls it my topless, bottomless look and says I might as well not have anything on. He says you can see everything I've got right through this thing. So I always get dressed before he comes home from work so he won't think this is all I've been wearing. But as long as he doesn't come home during the day, I figure I might as well be comfortable."
Stud gulped and remained silent, his eyes drinking in the almost completely revealed charms of his voluptuous young Aunt Harriet.
"You don't think it's so bad, do you?" she asked, her lower lip drooping in a pout.
"I think it's fine." he stammered, wishing that his girl friend Darlene had liked to wear clothes like that. He'd have given his left arm to have seen her this way some of the times they'd been alone in her house. He wondered irrelevantly what Darlene was thinking about him going to the city without even saying goodbye to her. His thoughts were interrupted by his aunt tugging at his arm.
"Come on, lie down on your belly so I can start taking the tension out of those back and shoulder muscles."
She was on her knees, straddling his hips, and as she worked he did, in fact, begin to feel more and more relaxed. After a few minutes of working on his back and shoulders, she straightened up and looked down at him with satisfaction.
"Okay, now roll over," she said. "I want to work on those chest and stomach muscles for a while."
He rolled over slowly and looked up in awe as she leaned over him, her face beaded with sweat from her exertions, her great breasts flopping loosely over him as she swayed. My God, what tits, he thought. They were scant inches from his face, looming over him like inflated balloons. The nipples were erect and turgid, seeming to point right at his mouth, and he licked his lips involuntarily at the proximity of the darkened, inviting fruit that crowned the fleshy mounds.
"That beer's making me sweat," she said conversationally. "And you've got a lot of muscles that need working over."
She suddenly straightened, and, with a deft movement pulled the pajama top off her shoulders and threw it to the floor beside the bed. Her tits jiggled and bobbed in frantic abandon till she was done and leaning over him again. His breathing became hoarse and ragged. His eyes had been drawn to the hairy mound that was resting on his legs and then came back to the big brown nipples that overhung his face.
"There, that's cooler," she continued. "And I can work on you better without it, too. And I guess you've seen a woman naked before, so it shouldn't be any shock to you."
"Why, yes�_"sure," he stammered, but it was a lie. He'd never seen a woman naked except on the occasion of a visit to the art museum in the state capital where he had seen naked females in paintings and statues, and also in some skin flick movies where there were revealed fleeting, frustrating glimpses of female nudity. But his was moist, raw, quivering flesh, right before his eyes, the hanging globes of her tits almost brushing his lips, the soft folds of her cunt resting wetly on his bare legs.
He'd never seen Darlene naked, even in their most heated petting session when she had let him get a hand inside her blouse and push her bra out of the way and play with her soft rubbery tits. Even then he hadn't seen them, only fondled them. He had never realized just how titillating it was to see naked tits dangling almost in touching distance of his tongue. She rocked back now and began to work her fingers into the muscles of his chest.
"A handsome boy like you has probably already seen more than your share of naked ladies," she said in an effort to draw him out, but he kept silent.
He smelled again the alcohol on her breath and wondered if she often drank beer before lunch. Almost as if in answer to his unspoken question, she spoke again.
"Your Uncle Luke sometimes, I swear, doesn't care if he ever sees me naked again. He keeps telling me to cover up, cover up, as if I should be ashamed of my body. She paused, pouting. Do you think I should be ashamed of my body?"
"Lord, no!" he burst out, staring at her opulent curves.
"In fact, I don't think anyone should be ashamed of his body unless it's old and fat and ugly. Like you. I think you've got a beautiful body for a man. I really do."
"Well, thank you," he said weakly.
She had worked down his chest to his stomach and her hands were at the edge of the towel. She suddenly grinned at him. The towel that still covered him had a tent-like swelling in it as his cock had become aroused by her warm presence, her nakedness, and the juicy warm cunt that she was rubbing on his bare leg.
"What are you hiding under there?" she asked. "A hockey stick?"
With that she took a firm hold on the towel and pulled it off him, throwing it down on the floor beside them. With the weight and pressure of the restricting towel gone, his cock sprang to its full vibrating height, ten inches of wrist-thick, rock-hard cock. He lay still, looking at the stunned expression on her face as she stared at the towering prick, her lips parted and her tongue just visible as she moistened her lower lip.
"It's a beauty," she breathed finally. "My God! I've never seen anything like that. I'll bet the girls back home hated to see you go."
She reached forward with both hands and grasped hold of the shaft, one hand above the other, the swelling purple head still exposed above her fisted hands.
"I really do believe," she said, "that when your Uncle Luke gets home I'll throw rocks at him. Why, there's enough cock here to make two of his with enough left over to satisfy nine women out often."
"What�_"what are you going to do now, Aunt Harriet? Why are you squeezing it?"
"Silly boy," she murmured through sensuously pursed lips, looking down at him with half-closed eyes. We're getting to the interesting part of the massage now."
"Do you think we should, Aunt Harriet?"
"I think we damned well better must!"
She was stroking his cock now with one hand, while the other was playing with the hairy sack below and the golfball-sized nuggets that filled it. Stud remained still, his embarrassment lessened by the enjoyment he was getting from the ministrations of her hands. He a healthy, normal youth who had for some years now been in the habit of masturbating regularly. He had always been an early riser, and, years before, when puberty came upon him, he would often wake up long before the alarm went off to find himself with a stiff dick and a puzzling tightness and flushed feeling in his groin.
Rubbing his cock experimentally had revealed to him the pleasures to be gained in that very simple way. Many mornings he had fondled his cock and balls for an hour, until the alarm went off signaling time to get up. One morning he had awoken earlier than usual, and the fondling had continued till his cock and balls ached with a sexual pressure that drove him almost frantic. Finally, in a desperate, almost irrational attempt to find release from the force that gripped him, he had tightly fisted his cock and worked his hand till he thought he was going to go out of his mind.
Then blessed relief came to him in a shattering orgasm that left him staring in bewilderment at the sperm that had shot out of his cock to splash over his belly and chest and even up onto his face. It had felt as if a herd of wild butterflies had suddenly flown out of his asshole in a blinding storm. He lay shuddering for long minutes afterwards, reliving the experience and tossing it back and forth wonderingly in his mind.
The next morning when he woke, he eagerly began to repeat the actions of the day before, in obedience to the natural law that says all organisms strive to repeat experiences that are pleasant and avoid those that are unpleasant. And this time, knowing what the ultimate sensation was, and having the specific goal of orgasm and ejaculation, he went about it more scientifically and with dispatch. It didn't take nearly as long.
In the mornings that followed he experimented avidly with different methods and strokes, using one hand, both hands, greasing his member with vaseline for a slippery feeling, and even fucking the mattress�_"lying face down with his stiff cock pressured between his belly and the mattress and dry-fucking till he came. Some mornings he had time for two or three orgasms before he had to get up for school or to do his chores in the barn on weekends.
He even went out to the barn some days and tried to get a hungry calf to suck his stiff, anxious cock, but that didn't work too well. It was thin nourishment for the calf, and Stud couldn't get one to suck long enough to do him any good. After a time, he began to think that it was a mistake to hurry and try to get in two or three orgasms each morning, and found he could achieve heightened sensations by making each masturbation last as long as he could, delaying orgasm till the last, final, violent, heightened moment of come.
As the years went by, Stud's pattern varied, but his interest never flagged, and he looked forward to the day when at last he would screw a real, live, female girl. He had tried to make out with Darlene�_"and others before�_"but had always been put off by their pleas and protestations of innocence and desire to continue virginity until marriage.
Once even, when he and Darlene had been petting, she had put a hand down and rubbed his cock through his pants. He had immediately taken it out and begged her to play with it, but she turned her back and refused even to look at him till he had put the ugly naked thing away.
But much as he had enjoyed Darlene's rubbing of his cock through his pants and all the hundreds of times he'd jacked off, there never had been anything that quite equaled the sensations that his aunt was now bringing him as she lovingly fondled him with her educated fingers. I guess it must be always nicer when someone else is doing it for you, he thought, and reveled in the physical thrills.
She was working the foreskin back and forth over the ridge of the glans and, as he watched, a drop of moisture oozed out through the slitted end and stood trembling there.
"Aaahhh," she sighed. "You're getting hot already, aren't you, boy?"
And she leaned forward and licked off the drop of moisture, then took the great head of his cock between her lips and began gently to suck it. Stud closed his eyes and clenched his fists by his sides. Her lips and tongue were arousing the most lascivious feeling that he'd ever had, and he tensed the muscles in his buttocks, jerking his cock upwards.
She responded to his movements by opening her lips wider and accepting more of his stiff cock in her mouth, increasing the sucking pressure on it and at the same time continuing to fondle his balls and stroke the base of his shaft. His body began to arch and jerk as the climax started, and she nursed greedily on his twitching meat as the hot torrent of his come shot into her mouth.
She swallowed all there was, then began to lick the outside of his cock, laving it thoroughly and tenderly as he lay there, his body calming down from the spasms that had shaken him. His cock was still swollen, although softened now in the aftermath of his climax, but, as she licked it and nibbled on it with her lewd mouth and tongue and lips, it soon began to resume its former rigidity till it stood again erect and quivering.
She drew back and smiled down at him. "You see what eighteen can do, Stud? Take advantage of it and use it all you can, while you can. When you're as old as Luke, you'll only do it once a week or so and think then it's hardly worth the effort."
"That don't seem possible, Aunt Harriet! It feels so good to come. And the way you sucked me! I never had anyone suck me before."
"It was my pleasure, Stud. You've got such a big, beautiful cock; it's more than twice the size of Luke's. I'll suck it for you every day if you want."
She bent forward and took the huge, shiny head between her lips for a few moments and worked gently on it till it began to jerk spasmodically in her mouth. She drew her lips from it then, almost regretfully, and raised up on her knees, moving forward till she was straddling his hips, the bell of his cock pressing against the soft lips of her cunt. It felt hot where their soft flesh pressed together.
He watched as she reached down with her hands and spread the plushy labia. He could see the moist coral inner surfaces as they spread to accommodate the head of his cock, and the weight of her body gradually came down on it, driving his rod of flesh into the hot steamy passage of her cunt.
It was tight, and felt in a way like someone pulling a hot, wet glove onto his hand, and yet there was a voluptuous sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before. She worked down and he saw the shaft slowly disappear into her cunt. She would swallow an inch of it with her clutching, squeezing pussy, then stop and rotate her hips and work the internal muscles of her cunt till he groaned from the tension it was raising in him. Then she would lower herself till she had forced another inch or so up her crack, and again rotate her hips and work internally on his cock.
By the time she had half its length inside, her eyes were glazed and her breath was coming hoarsely through dried, parted lips. She paused in her movements.
"Oh, Stud," she murmured, "this is great. You feel so good in me, so big. I've never had a cock like yours in me." She sighed and wriggled and her hips moved downward and Stud watched in fascination as another inch of his bone-hard shaft slowly sank into her clutching vagina.
"I want you in me," she gasped hoarsely. "All of you. I want all of you in me, that whole great cock, up my channel, filling me�_"oh, Stud!"
She hunched and drove downward, enveloping still more of his meat. The going was slow, the sheath tight, the cock big and throbbing, but she was determined to take it all. Stud reached up and grasped her by the waist, jerking upward, forcing more and more of his cock into her as she writhed and wriggled and used the weight of her body to force herself down on his pole, impaling herself, creating an ecstasy of pain-pleasure that filled her body with the same demanding pressure and urgency with which his meat filled her juicy cunt.
When finally she had forced it all into her, high up in her belly, her weight resting on his hip bones, he was almost to the point of coming. She began to rock slowly back and forth, her movements causing his cock to slide an inch or two out of her cunt, then back again to the very hilt. She could feel the tension building high in him as well as in herself and she speeded up the rocking motion, the accelerated friction on his throbbing, twitching cock sending him into frantic bucking as he sought to gain release from the tension that gripped him.
"Jacking off was never like this," he muttered under his breath, and jerked his hips upwards in a series of sharp movements that helped bring off his charge, and his come shot scaldingly up her sheath even as she convulsed in her own orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
SHE LAY STILL, resting on his chest, her hands on his shoulders. After a moment, she said: "It was beautiful, a really beautiful experience. Did you feel it, really feel it?"
"Oh, I felt it all right," he assured her.
"Did you get the same impact I did?"
"Oh, yes," he answered. "It was great, it was groovy," he added, not wanting to tell her now that it was the first time that he'd ever fucked a girl, that he'd been a virgin till that morning.
"The next time will be even better," she said confidently. "And then I'll let you get some sleep before supper."
"Oh, don't worry about sleep. I really don't need any sleep." It was in fact the furthest thought from his mind as he lay there, his arms around her, his now flaccid cock still resting in the warm and pleasant cave that sheltered it.
She began to kiss him�_"huge, open-mouthed kisses, with her tongue darting into his mouth, licking the lips and the inside of his mouth, his teeth. He began to suck her tongue. He was caressing her back and he ran his hands down over her fanny and began to stroke and squeeze the cheeks of her ass. She wriggled it under his hands and the movement stirred his cock, putting a delicious pressure on it, and he could feel it begin to respond to her movements.
He dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, lingering the separation and the tight-puckered hole. She was writhing on his body, her tongue a frenetic instrument in his mouth, her breasts squashed against his chest. He could feel the hardness of the nipples burning into him. She suddenly pulled her mouth from his long enough to whisper urgently: "Wet your finger, quick! Then stick it in my ass!"
His searching hands roamed over the rounds of her ass and found the wet cleft that still sheltered his cock. Their overflowing lubricating juices and his sperm still oozed there; he wet a finger with the fluid, then probed at her ass, inserting his finger deep within her and moving it around. She moaned deep in her throat; her whole body was writhing sensuously on him and he could feel the contractions in her cunt applying a delicious pressure to his cock. It continued to harden till it finally regained its former rock-like rigidity and jerked spasmodically within her.
She felt it move and moaned more loudly, her hips rolling as she tilted her cunt first one way and then another, so that the heavenly friction and pressure would be continuously varied in their placement. He left most of the movement up to her, not really sure what she might want him to do, and so overwhelmed by the tenacity with which she held him, and the strength and even violence of her movements, that he let himself be used, guiding himself by what she seemed to want. And right now that just seemed to be his cock up tight in her, and her own writhings and contortions to create the sensations that made her blood pound, and made the moanings and little cries come louder and closer together. Then, finally, she gripped him by the arms and whispered to him hoarsely: "Quick, roll over! I want you on top of me, slamming it into me!"
They rolled over, still coupled, and her thighs spread, her knees drawn up and her feet flat on the mattress for increased leverage. He began the strokings that he thought she wanted, pulling his rod back an inch or two and then sinking it to the depths again, and she bucked up, meeting him, her ass muscles clenching as she humped up to meet his thrusts. But exquisite as the friction was on his cock, it was too mild and hesitant a movement to satisfy him.
Instinctively he began to pull back further till the bulbous head of his cock nearly cleared the moist puffy lips of her cunt, and then he jerked his cock down into her hot passage again with a thrusting lunge that slammed her ass down into the mattress with a thud as his body slapped against hers.
"That's it, Stud, baby!" she cried. "Fuck me hard and deep!"
Her cry made him redouble his efforts and his hips swung up and back in a frenzy of motion while she bucked and humped in unison with him, her feet braced, her loins a hot reservoir of passion.
"Fuck me, Stud! Sock it to me, boy! Pound it into me!"
And he pounded on, fucking with a savage desperation till finally the hot lava exploded up from his balls and came cascading deep into her belly. Her own orgasm followed immediately, and they lay in each other's arms, trembling in the aftermath of the violence of their lovemaking. After a time she nibbled on his ear.
"That was great, Stud. You're a real cocksman. I'll bet the girls back home are crying because you've left and taken this beautiful cock away from them."
He sighed, but said nothing. He rather liked the idea of being thought a dashing Romeo. Then he frowned slightly. What if he had been bolder back home as his aunt evidently thought he had been? Bolder with Darlene and the other girls he'd gone out with? Could it be that he had really missed everything that his aunt seemed to think he'd had�_"and that more vigorous and persistent efforts would have brought him many happy conquests?
They lay resting for a minute, she lying back on the bed and he beside her with his head against her shoulder. The great soft mound of her tit was right under his nose and he stared in fascination at the satiny, creamy surface of it. On impulse he moved his head forward an inch, reached out with his tongue and touched the smooth, slick skin. She stirred slightly and put her hand on the back of his head, pressing it tighter against her breast. He moved his tongue around, licking the satin surface, and at the same time his hand cupped her breast, closing his fingers on it and working the soft flesh up toward the crowning nipple, as if he were milking her.
She's a lot bigger than Darlene, he thought. When he had squeezed Darlene's tit, his hand had been able to grasp nearly all of it, while his aunt's was easily twice as much in volume. Both of them, though, had the same soft, rubbery consistency, and, as his fingers worked, he could feel the tension and excitement rise higher in his groin.
He moved his head another inch and his tongue licked the huge flat nipple. He laved it and worried it with his tongue, then took it between his teeth and bit it gently. It slowly began to swell and harden till it stood upright like a thimble, and he began to nurse it steadily, pulling it and part of the soft mounded flesh around it into his greedy mouth. The hunger for her body rose and he had the crazy notion that all he wanted to do was tear her, rend her, eat her, till he had swallowed all of this great, soft, luscious body and made it one with his.
She moaned and cried arid began to writhe under him. After a while moved so that he could suck and play with her other breast. Her hands were busy on his back, caressing him, squeezing him as he sucked her. She began making little crooning noises that slowly began to form into words.
"Oh, Stud, I like you to suck me. That feels so good. Don't stop, don't stop. Suck me, Stud! That's good, that feels so good."
Okay, Aunt Harriet, he thought, I'll suck you all you want, and he returned to the first breast for another turn, his appetite for her body even more aroused than it had been at the beginning. He felt he could suck her all day and night and never get enough of her sweet tits. She kept moaning and writhing, and every once in a while she would talk to him.
"Oh, Stud, Stud! Do you like my tits? Do you like them, baby?"
He pulled his mouth from one great quivering globe. "Oh, yes, yes! I like them, Aunty."
"It feels so good when you nurse them. I wish I had milk for you in them, Stud. I'd like to feed you, give you all the titty you want!"
"I wish so too, Aunt Harriet. I like to suck them, I like your titties."
"Do you like my body? Do you like to eat me, Stud?"
"Oh, yes! I like to eat you!"
She had her hands on his head and she urged his head down towards her belly. "Will you kiss my navel, Stud? Please! Please! I want you to kiss my belly."
"Oh, yes!" He groaned, and his lips and tongue licked the great round of her belly, all over it, his tongue dipping into the deep navel that centered the inverted white saucer scarred by the hairy triangle at its lower edge.
"Oh, Stud, that feels so good! Stud, will you kiss my thighs? I want you to kiss my legs."
"Oh, yes, Aunt Harriet." And he moved his head so that his tongue traced a hot, moist path along the inner surface of her thighs.
She spread them wide so that he could crouch between them and, as he worked, her hairy bush brushed against his forehead and his hunger for her body grew. Her knees were drawn sharply up and her heels were flat on the mattress. She rotated her hips, tilting her cunt upwards, and, as he licked and kissed along the crease of her thigh, the sight of the puffed, moist lips of her cunt and the coral flesh between and the large turgid clitoris caught his eye. He thought of the great pleasure he had had from sucking on the great spiked nipples of her tits and he wondered if he could get as much enjoyment from sucking on the clitoris that throbbed in sexual need a scant inch from his lips.
"Oh, Stud! Kiss me, kiss me!" she cried.
"Oh, yes!" He had both hands tight on the cheeks of her ass and he squeezed her firmly, holding her still, and he redoubled his efforts, kissing the satin flesh of her inner thighs and around her box, his tongue a hot, wet instrument of passion.
"Oh, no, Stud!" She was nearly sobbing now in her arousal. "Not my legs any more. Not that!" And she twisted her cunt up, her hips jerking as she thrust the hot cleft up in open invitation for him to slake his hunger there, on that pot of honey between the shaggy cliffs of soft lush flesh.
"Oh, Aunty! Is this what you want?" he groaned, and his mouth closed over the throbbing clitoris and he began to suck it, his fingers working in the soft meat of her ass all the while.
"That's it," she breathed. "That's it, that feels so good. You're a good boy, Stud. That's it, Stud, suck it, suck it, boy!"
And he nursed vigorously, although it almost seemed as if she didn't want him there, the way her hips rolled and twisted and jerked so that her cunt was tilted in a hundred directions so that he had trouble keeping the clitoris in his mouth. He loosed his hands from the cheeks of her ass, then put his arms around her thighs, gripping her so that she couldn't move, and he sucked hungrily on her turgid clit.
"That's good, Stud, that's fine! You suck it good, boy. Oh, that's nice, that's nice." She paused. "Please, lick it now, lick it all over, would you, Stud? Please lick it for me."
He held his mouth wide open on her cunt, using the flat of his tongue to lave the fevered flesh, licking up and down both sides, and into the hole between. She was crooning now, the wordless crooning that was accompanied by a spasmodic trembling in her loins and legs as he licked and sucked her.
His tongue was a darting snake that speared into her hole, then slavered over the soft folds of her flesh as he closed his mouth on her, drawing as much of the sweet puffiness into his mouth as he could.
The acrid taste filled his nostrils and his mind and the hunger he felt for her body rose higher and higher even as he felt the approach of her orgasm. Then it hit her, her body thrashed around in a series of frenzied movements as he sucked and licked furiously to help her with her come. By the time she was finished, her body lying exhausted and relaxed, his own excitement had grown till he could hardly stand it.
He lifted his face from her bush and moved up so that the head of his huge cock was pressed between the flushed lips of her cunt, and as she opened her startled eyes and looked at him he drove his great sword with one motion into the hot tight sheath of her body.
"I had no idea," she gasped, "that you'd be ready again so quick. My God! The recuperative power of the young!"
With that she locked her ankles behind his back and let him carry her along on his ride up to the moon. It would have been a better fuck than the earlier ones, if for no other reason than the longer time it took because of his three earlier ejaculations, but in addition to that, she showed him new movements and rhythms which added to his lust because of their very novelty, and for the variety of sexual sensations they made possible. When they had both reached another orgasm, they lay again in each other's arms, exhausted and satiated.
"I'm sure glad you came to the city�_"to seek your fortune�_"and decided to stop here," she said after a minute. "And when your Uncle Luke gets home we'll talk to him about you going to work in the garage."
"You mean in his shop? Do you think he'd hire me, Aunt Harriet? Does he have room for another mechanic? I�_"I'm pretty good with cars."
He was elated at the prospect of a job already.
"He'll have room if he has to let someone else go," she said grimly. "Blood is thicker than water and I'll not have him put someone else ahead of you. You'll go to work in his garage and you'll stay here with us as long as you want."
"Gee, that's great, Aunt Harriet," he said, congratulating himself on his great stroke of luck. His Uncle Luke had a fine, big garage and it had been in the back of his mind that maybe he'd be able to get a start by working for him. He was a fair backyard mechanic, anyway. For the last couple of years, he'd done all the repair work on the tractor and other machinery on the Lanigan farm, besides all the work he'd done on the little Model B Ford to keep it running.
"Oh, yes," she murmured, her hand resting on his cock. "I'll not have you going to your brother's or anywhere else, not when we've got room here."
"Are you sure you've got room, Aunt Harriet?"
She was gently rubbing his flaccid shaft. "Uncle Luke can always sleep on the couch." She giggled. "No, I'm just kidding. There's a bedroom that's not used at all. Next to the girls' room. It's yours as long as you want to stay."
She was squeezing his balls gently, then took hold of his cock and began to fondle it and move her fisted hand back and forth along the barrel in a jacking motion.
"Eighteen," she mused. "That's a great age. When I was eighteen I could hardly get enough. I always had two or three boyfriends and went out with a different one every night." She gave his cock an affectionate squeeze. "But none quite as nice as you, Stud. You've sure got a lot to offer a girl."
She kept working and fondling his cock. "I'd better get up and get dressed. I won't be long before the girls are home from school and then I'll have to get supper ready. In the meantime, you can sleep an hour or two."
"I really don't need to sleep, Aunty," he said hoarsely, as her hand tightened its grip and quickened its movement on his prick.
"Maybe I won't get up just yet," she said in a sensual tone. His cock had started to harden and swell under her playing. "You've got a lot of energy yet, I see, Stud. Would you like to go again?"
"Oh, yes, Aunty! Oh, my, yes!"
Stud never did get any sleep that afternoon. By the time he was called to supper he was ravenously hungry from the grueling trip, lack of sleep, and from the Herculean exertions his aunt had led him through that afternoon.
"How'd your father ever feed you?" asked his uncle as Stud reached for the last pork chop on the platter.
"Don't!" exclaimed his wife. "You're embarrassing the boy. You know what appetites boys have got."
"That's not an appetite, it's a bottomless pit," he returned good-naturedly. He was a stocky man with graying hair, and a bushy mustache overhanging his mouth.
"Don't take my teasing seriously, Stud," he went on. "Eat as much as you want. You had a long trip. You must be tired. I'll bet you won't do that again soon."
"Well, yes and no," replied Stud, thinking of the journey he'd taken that afternoon with his Aunt Harriet, a half dozen trips to the moon that had added considerably to his fatigue. "I'm tired, but I'd do it again if I could."
Across the table his Aunt Harriet suppressed a smile, and asked if he wanted more beans.
"Harriet tells me you're kind of a jackleg mechanic and she says you'd like to work in my shop," continued Luke.
"I really would. I'd learn a lot from you, I know I would."
"It's hard dirty work, a lot of it," said the older man.
Stud laughed. "I'm used to that."
"I guess you're right. Farm work's not a picnic." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "You're done with all that, though, eh, boy? Going to make your fortune in the city?"
"I aim to," said Stud with determination. "They say there's opportunity here and I aim to reach out for it."
"I like your spirit. I tell you what. You'll go with me in the morning and we'll give you a taste of the shop and see how you like it for starters."
"That's great!" Stud smiled at the family around the table and was struck by the light in the eyes of the cousin who sat directly across from him.
She was the elder of his two girl cousins, just into her teens, but she looked older than she was, with high thrusting breasts and full pouting lips, and heavily made-up. She looked at him speculatively, her lips pursed slightly, her lashes somewhat lowered. He swallowed heavily. She reminded him a lot of Darlene, and he suddenly had the wild thought that he'd like to find out if her lips were as soft and her tongue as sweet as Darlene's.
But he turned his eyes to his plate and carefully cut the pork chop from the bone.
That night Stud went to bed early and slept soundly. Toward morning he became troubled with dreams, and woke up at daybreak with his head filled with images of the soft body of his Aunt Harriet, and the faces of Darlene and his two cousins, Betty and Anna, and they were all intermingled with him in a narrow, closed-in space. It was as if he were standing in a deep vault, under water, and floating all around him were great swollen breasts and hairy cunts, brushing up against his face and eyes, and nipples were floating against his lips. His mouth opened and he sucked, and across his vision floated the face of Darlene and she was saying, "Me me, me, Stud, why didn't you ever suck me... "
Then his eyes were open wide and he saw the first trace of sun through the window and he reached down and felt his cock, rigid, quivering, aching with a sexual need. He groaned.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE DAY STARTED out in fine fashion and Stud felt like a king. His aunt had fixed them a whopping breakfast of eggs and potatoes and sausage and juice and coffee and gave both Stud and his uncle a big lunch to take with them. The two girls giggled and flirted coyly with him across the breakfast table, and the fifteen-year-old had worn a minidress that was short enough to show her panties in the back if she bent over at all. She made sure that Stud saw them.
As he went out the door, his aunt had opportunity to squeeze his arm and say, "I'll think about you this afternoon. And tonight, don't lock your door. If Luke falls asleep early I'll come in to see you for a while."
With that promise echoing in his mind and the excitement of his first job buoying him lip, Stud greeted the world with a big smile.
"You look fat and sassy," said his uncle when they got in the car. "A night's sleep perked you right up."
"I sure was tired last night," admitted Stud. "But when I woke up this morning I was back to normal again," he added, thinking of the towering erection he had found when he opened his eyes.
"How's your father?"
"Fine. He said to give you his regards and ask you to come see him when you could."
"I guess it's as hard for me to get away from the garage as it is for him to leave the farm," the stocky man said musingly. "Still, we ought to get together once in a while. It's been too long now." He paused. "What'd he think about you coming here this way?"
"He didn't like it." Stud flushed. "But he saw I had to do it, so he didn't try to stand in my way."
"He's a good head, old Paul is," Luke said affectionately of his brother. "The garage isn't too far, about a twenty-minute drive. Will that old car of yours run at all?"
"Some. It's in pretty bad shape, though."
"If you can nurse it over to the garage you can work on it after hours, if you want. Got all the equipment there. You can tear it down, turn the crankshaft, rebore it, all that, get it in real shape. Be hard as hell to find any new parts for it, though. Might not be too good an idea to fool with it all."
"I'd like to, anyway."
"Be a test of your skill, all right," said Luke wryly.
"Is the garage anywhere near Dave's place?" Stud's brother was large in his mind this morning.
"No. He's clear across town. You'd like to see him, eh?"
"Been two years now." It had been that long since his older brother had come to the city to seek his fortune, too. "Do you see him often?"
"Not much. We've had him and Edith over for supper a time or two, but he works late a lot."
"I guess he's doing good?" It was more of a question than a statement. Stud had wondered how Dave had been doing. He'd understood from letters that Dave had written home that he was doing well, and had hoped to verify it through his uncle. He tensed till the answer came, and then relaxed, sure indeed that he had done the right thing in coming to the city.
"Making money like it was growing in his backyard. Got a big new car and even bought a house already. He's a real sharp boy!"
"Golly!"
"Works a lot of hours, though. Don't envy him at all! Something I could never do." When he shook his head, the bushy mustache waggled.
"He said he was in electrical equipment," said Stud questioningly, wishing he knew more about what his apparently so successful brother was doing.
"Yeah," his uncle replied laconically. "Peddles vacuum cleaners."
"Sweepers?" He was a little shocked, although he wasn't sure why. He just couldn't visualize his brother as a house-to-house salesman.
"Peddles them door-to-door. Making a fortune. Got a real smooth line, that boy, a real style to him. I could never do it." He grunted. "We invited him over for supper one night and afterwards we got to talking and I said, sure, I'd like to see what kind of sweeper he was peddling. He brought one in from the car and, sure enough, after about a half-an-hour me and the missus had a brand-new sweeper and Dave had a fat wad of my cash in his pocket. He like to hypnotized us with his words."
He shook his head. "He's slick, that boy. If I had his line and his gall I'd be worth a fortune today myself. Not everybody can do it, though."
"You say he works late a lot?"
"Most evenings. He likes to put on his demonstrations when both the wife and husband are there. Says it's a more solid deal. Tell you what, we'll call him tonight, late, and maybe we can get him and Edith to come over this weekend�_"or else we can all drive over there. Got a real nice place, he has."
Stud sighed contentedly. So there were fortunes to be made in the city! In two years his brother had done real well. Well, that showed it could be done, and made him more sure than ever that he, too, would soon be making money as if it was growing in his backyard.
The garage was already open and running when they got there, and Luke started Stud right into the swing of it. There was a brake reline job on a Chevrolet, and he put Stud on it after introducing him to the other men. Luke had a busy garage in a good location, and usually kept three or four mechanics busy beside himself, he said, and there was also one young fellow who mostly chased parts and fixed tires and did a lot of the little nuisance jobs that came along.
The girl in the office worked part-time, five hours a day, but did all the billing, kept the books and answered the phone. Stud saw her only through the glass partition around the office, from the waist up, but even that view made his eyes widen and his heart pound. She was a pretty girl who didn't look much older than he, and who dressed in a tight sweater that sure looked like it didn't have anything under it but the nicest, biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen, and that's what had made his eyes widen. Her bust was a good forty or forty-two inches, with tits like huge, pointed melons. As she walked around the office they jiggled provocatively, pointing up and out like torpedoes, and he could feel his body respond, feel the sudden tension in his groin. His uncle saw where he was looking and sighed.
"Would you, son?" he asked with a knowing grin.
Stud flushed. "She's a looker. I guess I would if I got the chance."
"Well, that's not unheard-of," said Uncle Luke with a wry smile. "I understand from the boys that she used to put out. But she's got a steady fellow now and, anyway, she doesn't like greaserack jockeys." He paused. "If you try, make it after hours. I got a garage to run."
The morning passed quickly and it was nearly lunch-time when Stud was called to the office by his uncle. A slim woman in a tailored suit was standing by the door. She looked as if she were in her middle thirties, and when her eyes met Stud's it was with an alarming directness. She had even features and clear blue eyes that scanned him slowly from his crop of tight-curled red hair to his size twelve shoes with a discernible pause as she studied the prominent bulge in his tight levis at the juncture of his thighs.
"This is Doc Edmunds' wife," explained Uncle Luke. "He has all the work done on his cars here. He left the Chrysler here yesterday for a tune-up and she's come to get it now. You go back with her and she'll give you a check for the work done."
He paused, then cautioned, "It's not far, but watch the roads, boy, so you'll find your way back okay."
"How will I get back, Uncle Luke?"
"Motor scooter. Fastened on the back bumper of the Chrysler already. When you get there, just cut her loose and come on back."
When they got in the car, Mrs. Edmunds smiled at him. "Your uncle thinks highly of you. Says you're a real fine boy."
"Why, that's nice of him. And thank you for telling me, ma'am."
"He tells me you've come to the city to seek your fortune." Her mouth was crooked in an odd little smile.
"Why, yes. They say this is where the opportunities are and so I've come to try and find one for myself."
"An opportunity, you mean?"
"Why, yes. And I hope that coming to the city will mean my getting ahead. Like my brother did."
"He's done well in the city, then?"
"He has. He's done real good."
"Well, I'm sure you will too." She looked at him archly. "You must remember to be alert."
"Alert?"
"Yes. Be ready to seize opportunity wherever and whenever you find it. Grasp it firmly when it's there before you." She smiled that odd little smile again. "I don't really think you'll have any trouble."
"I hope not, ma'am."
"You're a good-looking boy." She glanced over at him from behind the steering wheel. "You're going to be working a while for your uncle, then?"
"Well, I don't know just how long. It was swell of him to give me a start, anyway."
"I'm glad. I hope you stay a little while, anyway. I like you. I can tell right away whether I'm going to like someone or not, and I like you, Stud."
"Thank you, Mrs. Edmunds."
"I hope I see a lot of you, Stud. You're a good-looking boy. I've got a son in high school and you remind me a lot of him. Although he's not nearly as big as you. How tall are you, Stud?"
"Six feet two, ma'am."
"I thought you were at least that tall. My husband's only five foot six," she said confidentially. "With my heels on I'm taller than he is. That's why I almost never wear heels. Men like to have women that look up to them. And women like to be able to look up to a man." She glanced over at him again.
"You don't mind if I rattle on like this, do you? I chatter quite freely with somebody I like, and I like you."
"I don't mind at all," he said, but he felt a bit uncomfortable and he stirred in the seat.
"You've got enormous shoulders. I'll bet you weigh over two hundred pounds, don't you?"
"Just about that, I guess," he said cautiously. "It's been some time since I weighed."
"Why do they call you Stud?" She looked over at him mischievously.
He flushed. "Name's really Dennis. When I was little, my dad said I was built short and round and stubby and looked like a peg, or stud, so he started calling me Stud."
Oh. I thought maybe it was because you were kind of athletic with the girls back home�_"you know." She grinned.
"No, ma'am." His flush deepened.
"Too bad," she said archly. Then, after a moment, "You've got a real nice build. I like men with nice builds."
"Why, thank you."
"Please don't keep saying thank you. I'm not trying to flatter you or anything like that, anyway. I'm just commenting on your looks. You're really quite a good-looking boy. I like the way your pants fit. You've got athletic-looking legs, like a runner. I'll bet you've got a lot of stamina. How old are you, Stud?"
"Eighteen."
"Fancy that," she murmured, pulling the car into a broad, asphalted driveway. "Well, here we are. Come in with me while I make out a check for your uncle."
In the living room she slipped out of the jacket of her suit and threw it on a chair. Her blouse was white and filmy enough for her bra to show through. She had delightful breasts, pulled up and out by her bra, and a narrow waist above a flat tummy and flaring hips. Her skirt was several inches above the knee, and as Stud looked at her he found it hard to believe that she was old enough to have a son nearly his age.
"Do you like the house?"
"It's real nice." And it was. The living room was furnished in Italian provincial, and a huge fireplace took up almost one complete wall.
"Come on with me. I'll show you the rest of the house. My checkbook's in the other room, anyway."
She waited till he was almost alongside of her, and she tilted her head back and smiled up at him.
"You're a lot taller than my husband. It's a lot of fun looking up to you."
Stud gulped and said nothing. When she turned, he followed her, but not too closely. From a couple of paces behind her he had a better view of the provocative sway of her hips as she walked.
"Roger had a lot to do with designing the house," she rattled on. "He's quite artistic. He worked very closely with the architect, deciding on what materials to use�_"fieldstone in the rec room fireplace, cedar shakes for the roof, thermopane windows�_"I was just out of my mind the way they kept tossing all those strange terms around. But it was exciting for him till it was done and gave him something to take his mind off his work. Here's the master bedroom."
She pushed the door back and led the way into the huge room. "Roger calls it the playroom." She giggled. "He's a gynecologist and he's busy all the time. He's an intellectual, too." She paused. "They're really not the best kind of man for a woman to be married to. You know, the intellectual, professional type. The more time a man puts into his profession and into his thoughts the less he has for his woman, and that's hell if she's the down-to-earth emotional type like me. Come on in. My checkbook's over here."
She walked over to the dresser against the far wall and wrote out a check for him. He gulped, and came in to stand in the center of the room. After finishing the check she laid the pen down, raised her head, and continued brightly: "I suppose you're wondering why it's decorated like this. Well, Roger says he has a hard time getting stirred up about sex. I mean, well, after all, it's his job to look at women's bottoms and insides. I tease him about feeling women's cunts all day, but he says it's all so clinical that it takes all the joy right out of it. I know it has for me. You'd think after seeing women's vaginas all day he'd come home all stirred up and anxious to get me in bed, but, no, he'd just as soon not be bothered." She sighed and her eyes seemed dark and sad.
"Anyway, that's why this room is the way it is. Roger won't have any white in it at all. He's planned everything for effect. He says it's the only way he can get aroused at all, and that's not saying much." She giggled, looking at the swelling in his pants.
"And from the hard-on you're starting to get, it looks like it's getting to you, too."
CHAPTER FIVE
STUD'S EYES were busy taking in the room. It was all done in dark purples and reds and lavenders, with a deep maroon wall-to-wall carpet. As he looked at the bed, Mrs. Edmunds went over and threw the covers back till they fell on the floor at the foot.
"See," she said. "Even black satin sheets and pillowcases." She went to the window and pulled the drapes shut, then turned the bedroom lights on. They too were dark, flooding the room with dark red light. "Roger does everything for effect. Come see the ceiling."
Stud walked closer to the bed and looked up. There was a huge mirror set in the ceiling and he could see his own reflection and hers, bathed in the red room light till they looked like something psychedelic and wild.
"Gosh!" he said, and he looked again at the walls. There were a dozen paintings there, all of them showing men and women coupled in various positions. On the table by the bed there was a little statue that seemed to be of the great god Pan, prancing, with rampant cock, and holding by the hands two females, each with legs spread showing her carefully detailed cunt.
The drawstrings that drew the drapes were hung with miniature cock-and-balls for pulls, and even the dresser drawers had handles that were brass phalli. The articles and cases on the dressers and vanity all seemed to have some erotic significance: containers of powder shaped like breasts with erect nipples serving as handles for the covers; lipsticks shaped like little penises with the swollen glans as caps.
She leaned down beside the bed and pushed some buttons. Immediately there came the low strains of music, but music with an insistent, pounding beat, like the provocative sound of a band at the burlesque show where every beat was punctuated by the bump and grind of a lascivious pair of hips and barely-covered itching cunt. And like a counterpoint to the melody came the sounds of hoarse breathing and moans, as of a woman in sexual torment.
And there was brought to Stud's nostrils the faint smell of perfume, wild and spicy, that filled his head with erotic thoughts and made his pulse-rate jump and his fingers clench at his side. The doctor's wife was looking at him as he stood there hypnotized; there was a sensual smile on her lips, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. She slowly began to take off her clothes.
"To get the full effect of the room there has to be a woman on the bed, moving her hips in time to the music, Roger says. He's really very brilliant." She unfastened her bra from behind her and shrugged it off her shoulders, her breasts bobbing delightfully. They looked like huge tomatoes in the red light of the room, the nipples dark and turgid.
"I want you to have the full effect," she went on, "to see for yourself if what Roger says is true." By now she was rolling her bikini pants down over her thighs. A moment later she lay naked on the bed, looking at him through slitted eyes, her legs spread wide, her cunt a deep scarlet gash in the black hairy patch of jungle that joined her thighs and belly.
"Come see the effect in the mirror."
He looked up at her image, then down at the soft dark red body before him. She was rotating her hips now in time to the music that was stirring his blood with its repetitive jungle beat, stirring him with a primitive lusting hunger for the red-ripe body writhing there in offering to him.
"Roger says that no normal man can look at a female body under these conditions without getting a hard-on." Her laugh tinkled merrily. "He's never been wrong yet. I see it sticking straight out in your pants like a flashlight. It happens every time I show this room to a man."
She paused and her voice deepened, became huskier, throaty. "All of them take off their clothes so they can see what they look like naked in the mirror on the ceiling. Why don't you take off your clothes, too?"
"Oh, yes," breathed Stud, and he kicked off his shoes and tore the rest of his clothes off and joined her on the bed.
"Don't you want to lie on your back and look up at the ceiling?" she asked him as he lowered himself over her, positioning himself between her spread thighs.
"No, hell, no," he said feverishly, and with one hand he fingered her cunt, spreading the lips as his aunt had shown him, so that the great bulbous head of his cock was pressing between the puffy outer lips, against the soft moist gloryhole that waited for his entrance.
"Would you rather fuck me now, right now?" she asked, and sighed. "That's how all the men act when I show them this room. Roger is a real genius."
"Hell, yes!" cried Stud and he lunged forward, his hips driving his joint into her tight sheath till a third of it lay throbbing in her, her cunt seizing on it like some tight wet fist.
"Oh, man!" she gasped. "You've got a real cock on you. That feels so good!"
"How's this?" he muttered, and he withdrew an inch and thrust again, gaining still more ground in his assault on her cunt.
"Oh, great! I love your cock, I want it all, all that great, fabulous prick, deep inside me!"
She had her feet locked behind his knees now, her pelvis working as the muscles in her ass flexed, rotating her hips so that her cunt was grinding deliciously on his cock. He withdrew again and slammed still further into her; then, with one final, sledging blow, the full ten inches of his wrist-thick, bone-hard cock sank to the hilt in the seething tunnel of her body.
She let out a little cry and her feet rubbed along the backs of his thighs while she writhed under him, her body a turbulent mass of raw nerve-ends as he began slowly to fuck into her. Slowly at first, as his aunt had cautioned him, in order to make it last. She'd said, as good as fucking was, why hurry it? Why not make it last as long as you could?
And so he fucked slowly into the doctor's wife, delighting in the sweet, hot pressure on his cock, the softness of her lush full body under him, the hot breasts that were flattened against his chest, the wet groping mouth that found his, the thick blunt tongue stabbing deep between his lips as she rucked into his mouth with her red spade of flesh.
He sucked her tongue while he moved his cock slowly up and back in her tunnel, withdrawing till the swollen head was rubbing against the tender sensitive outer lips of her cunt, working it around and around, while she writhed and moaned, then gradually fucking deeper into her again, till his pelvic bone was grinding tightly against hers. She was twisting like a bucket of snakes under him, tilting her cunt all around the clock while he worked, her arms tight around him, holding him in a vise-like, clawing grip.
And all the while the music and the recorded noises of love continued to provide an undercurrent of erotic excitement that pulled them irresistibly on, a pounding, primitive sound that was a backdrop for their own lust.
Then he felt the sap rising in him and knew he could hold off no longer. He began to stroke long, deep, and hard into her, while she put her feet flat on the mattress for greater leverage and fucked back as wildly and desperately as he pounded it into her. Her cunt rose to meet him, then fell back as his tempo increased and he fucked in a quick accelerating rhythm till his balls exploded and his come shot deep into her quim, filling the soft cream pitcher of her vagina.
After a moment she stirred, moving him off her.
"Look," she giggled, and pointed toward the ceiling.
He looked up and saw them both in the mirror, lying side by side, like red statues on the black satin covering.
"Isn't it sexy?"
"I guess," he answered. Right then he didn't feel very sexy, but drained of both emotion and energy.
"Not tired already?" she asked.
"A little," he admitted.
"It was fun," she said. "I like your cock. It's a lot different from when Roger fucks me."
"What would�_"would he think about this? I mean, you and me."
"I hope I never find out." She giggled again. "I don't have to worry about him, though. I know where he is all day. All I have to worry about is how I'm going to get you down here again."
"Again?"
"Sure. You don't think I'm going to stop now, after finding something like you this close to home, do you?"
She reached over and grabbed hold of his cock with one hand. "There's not many like this loose in the countryside. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen."
As he watched in the mirror, she waggled his cock back and forth, fisting it in her hand and sliding her hand up and down the length of the shaft. He could feel the quick response of his body as the shaft began again to swell and harden.
"I really should get back," he began.
"Nonsense," she purred. "Tell your uncle you took a wrong turn. I'm not going to let you go out of here with a hard-on."
His cock was rigid and throbbing now, and she squatted over him, sinking back till the full length of it was standing upright in her belly as she wriggled her fanny around, leaning over him, smiling down at him.
"You watch over my shoulder," she said. "And I'll fuck you. See if you don't get a better charge that way.' And while he watched in the mirror she played with his cock. She fucked him for a while, then moved her hips away and sucked him till he was groaning, and then she turned around till she was facing his feet and inserted his cock into her cock-squeezing cunt again. She finished him off this way, rocking up and back on his cock till the explosion hit them once more.
CHAPTER SIX
THAT SAME MORNING Betty and Anna were almost late for school, since they had been more interested in talking about Stud than in hurrying to make up for a late departure from home. "Isn't he rugged?" marveled the older girl. "Don't you think he looks a lot like Burt Lancaster?"
"I think he looks more like Paul Newman."
"What are you talking about?" scoffed Anna. "Paul Newman doesn't look anything like Burt Lancaster."
"I didn't say he did. I said Stud looks like Paul Newman."
"Paul Newman doesn't have shoulders and arms like Stud."
"He's built like a prizefighter."
"Did you notice the bulge in his pants?"
"I noticed you couldn't keep your eyes off of it."
"How could I help it?" Anna giggled. "His pants are so tight I was afraid he was going to choke himself."
"You didn't help him any when you bent over and let him see your fanny."
"Did he really notice?"
"I thought he was going to split his pants."
"You're jealous because he didn't look at you like that."
"He would have if I'd worn my black dress with the black pants."
"Mama won't let you wear that. You've hemmed it up so high that you don't even have to bend over to let them see your fanny. It's more of a blouse than a dress."
"I wonder how long he's going to stay."
"Well, gee, as long as he works in the garage with papa�_"he might stay forever."
"Well, at least for a long time."
"Did you notice the way Mama was looking at him?"
"Yeah." Anna was somber. "You don't suppose she would, do you?"
"Would what?"
"You know what I mean."
There was a short pause. "Sure she would. Let's face it. Papa's getting gray. You know, she probably wants more than Papa's able to do any more."
"Yeah. It's like the book said. That a woman hits her peak about thirty and a man when he's in his teens."
"Isn't that a real wild, groovy thing?"
"What?"
"You know. About a woman hitting the peak about thirty."
"Yeah. Can you imagine liking it better than we do right now?"
"Not really. Wild and groovy."
"Anyway, Papa's probably slowed down so that he only wants to do it... "She cocked her head and appeared to calculate. "Oh, say, three or four times a month any more."
"And Mama's about at her peak, which means she probably wants it every day."
"That's just averages, though," said Anna. "Maybe Papa's more active than average, and Mama less active. Then they'd match up better."
Betty giggled. "And maybe Mama's a real hot piece and likes as much as she can get. Don't forget, we've heard her coaxing Papa at night when he's tried to go to sleep."
They both thought back to nights when they'd tried to spy on their parents' sex activities by listening outside their door after they'd gone to bed. Usually all they got for their pains were sore knees from kneeling on the hard hall floor, although a couple of times they had been gratified by hearing the sounds of springs squeaking and hoarse breathing, and once they had heard their young stepmother pleading with their father to make love to her. Betty scowled at the memory.
"If that's so," she went on, "then poor Stud hasn't got a chance. She'll find some way to get into bed with him."
"Why do you say poor Stud? I bet he'd love it. And I'll bet she's real good at it. But do you really think she would?"
"Sure. He's cute. Wouldn't you, if you had the chance?"
Oh, I don't know." She shrugged elaborately.
"Don't hand me that bit about you-don't-care," jeered the older girl. "You're probably trying to figure out right now how you can get alone with him so you can get him to fuck you."
There was a moment's silence, then Anna said defiantly, "So what if I am. Aren't you?"
"Sure. I'd give my left nipple to have his shoes under my bed some night."
"Maybe we can both have him," suggested Anna.
"Me first. You don't stand a chance with him anyway. He'll think you're too young and won't have anything to do with you."
"Don't kid yourself," said Anna grimly. "I bet I can get him before you do."
"I'll bet you can't."
"It's a bet!"
They walked silently for a few steps, then Betty spoke again. "Maybe that's not such a good idea."
"Why not?"
"We're liable to get into trouble. You know, if we both try to make him right there in the house, somebody's going to get wise. Mama will have her eyes open, and if we get anxious we're liable to tip off what we're trying to do, and then we'll both be in the soup."
"Yeah, you're right. If Papa caught us we'd be in real trouble. But you know, even if just one of us was after him, Papa might still find out."
"Not if we were helping each other instead of trying to beat each other to bed with him."
"All right. We'll help each other. We'll figure out the best way to get him alone and maybe one of us can even be the lookout or the decoy to keep Mama and Papa from getting wise."
"Since I'm the oldest," said Betty, "I'll take him first I'll wait till late tonight and sneak into his room. You wait by the door and if you hear Mama or Papa start to come out of their room, you make a noise to warn us."
"If you go into Stud's room tonight, I'll go in and tell Mama and Papa where you are, declared Anna defiantly.
"Well, I'm certainly not going to let you go first."
"We're right back where we started. Neither one of us will get him."
"That's like cutting off our noses to spite our faces."
"Got any bright ideas? Like flipping a coin or something?"
"Why not? We could make it best two out of three."
"I don't like that. It's too uncertain."
"Do you want to make a contest out of it? With him as the prize?"
"What kind of a contest?" asked the younger girl, frowning.
"We could see which one of us could lay the most boys by the end of the week, and the loser would help the winner get Stud over the weekend."
"I don't know." Anna was uncertain. "You already know a lot more boys in school than I do. You're a year older. All you have to do is pass the word around to all the guys you've gone with before that the treat's on you this week."
"It doesn't have to be just in school. Anybody at all."
"I don't like it," Anna balked. "You've got too much of a head start. All you have to do is go down the list of guys you've let fuck you before. I don't have near as many."
"Well, you got any better ideas?"
"Well, the contest's okay, but not just any boy. Let's make it any new boy�_"somebody we've never done it with before. Then we'll both start even."
"No!" protested Betty. "Then you'll have all the advantage. I've already had most of the boys in my class. Who will I ask?"
"That's your problem," said the younger girl, breezily. "You should be more selective, then you'd have a backlog of prospects." She paused. "Anyway, that's the only way I'll do it."
"You'll play square? No lying about who you've had?"
"You know I don't lie!"
"Well, okay then. It's a go. The winner is the one who's had the most new boys by Friday night. It's Tuesday now. That gives us four days."
"What time Friday night?"
"No set time. When we get home and in bed."
"Okay. We'll compare totals then and plot how we're going to get Stud."
It was at the end of third period when Betty fluttered her lashes at her math teacher, a sandy-haired young man with a broken tooth and a haggard look.
"What is it, Betty?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. McGruder, and I hope I'm not making a pest of myself, but I'm having an awful lot of trouble with this stuff we're on now and I wonder if you could help me."
He smiled nervously down at the dark-haired girl whose breasts seemed so oversized for her age, and admired the great length of bared thigh under her miniskirt.
"I'd like to help you. Do�_"do you have a class now?"
"No, just a study hall."
"Well, this is a free period for me."
"I know." She smiled confidently, slanting a quick glance over to the door. The room was empty except for the two of them. "That's why I stayed, Mr. McGruder. I was hoping you'd be able to give me a little time."
"I'll be glad to help if I can." His Adam's apple bobbed nervously.
"Let me just close the door so we won't be interrupted," said Betty with a big smile. She walked over to the door and carefully closed it.
When she walked back to Mr. McGruder, it was with a long slow stride, in some faint way reminiscent of a tiger stalking his prey. Her smile had spread and she was breathing deeply, her breasts pushing up against the sweater as if in rebellion against the restraint. Her hips swayed provocatively from side to side.
"How�_"how old are you, Betty?" gasped the math teacher.
"Fifteen, Mr. McGruder." Her smile became teasing. "Did you think I'd failed a grade or two?"
"You�_"you seem much older than fifteen."
"I am in lots of ways," she purred. "Lots of times I'm mistaken for eighteen."
She was almost touching him now, her pointed breasts wavering an inch from his chest as she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her body pushed forward, her face uptilted to his.
"Maybe we'd better get started," he said nervously. "Just what was your problem, Betty?"
"Are you married, Mr. McGruder?"
"Why�_"why, yes, Betty. Why do you ask?"
"I like married men better than single boys," she said softly. "They're so much more discreet, as well as being more experienced�_"if you know what I mean."
"Maybe we'd better sit down," he said, clearing his throat.
"I really do appreciate this," she said, and she took her arms from behind her back and clasped her hands behind his neck, pulling herself against him so that her breasts pushed into his chest, flattening against him.
"And I want to show you how much I appreciate it," she continued, pulling his head down and fixing her mouth on his.
He responded instinctively to the sweet hot pressure of her mouth, and as her tongue slid between his lips, he grasped it and began sucking, his hands seizing her around the waist, holding her firmly. The subtle perfume of her hair filled his nostrils; the warmth and pressure of the soft, full-bodied girl aroused him and made the devils dance in his head.
As he kissed her deeply, his male sex drive made a quick response to the sweet enticement of her hot young body pressed against him. After a moment the sharp realization of what he was doing hit him; he pulled his mouth back from hers and reached up to grasp her hands and try to pull them from around his neck.
"We can't do this! Betty, stop it! Somebody might come in!"
"Poo! Who'd come in here to talk about math when they'd rather be off doing something else?" She tightened her grip around his neck and he strove in vain to break her grip.
"We can't! Now, cut it out!" he cried plaintively, moving backward, but her grip was bulldog-determined and her body kept rubbing up against his. They thrashed around by the desk in the front of the room, she hanging on for dear life, thrusting her hips against him and trying to rub her pelvis against his whenever she got close, while he kept going backwards in a little circle, avoiding the desks and trying to dislodge her.
Inevitably, his heel caught in the corner of his desk as he sidled backwards past it, and the weight of the girl overbalanced him. He fell with a resounding thud, his body cushioning her fall as she landed on top of him. The air escaped from his lungs with an enormous whoosh and he lay in weak surrender, unable any longer to resist the advances of his youthful charge.
Betty looked down at him, triumphant. She was lying with her belly against his, her thighs spread so that the bulge of her Venus mound pressed intimately against the swelling of his cock. He sucked in air and groaned, her mouth fastened on his, and she began to move her hips from side to side and in a rotating motion. The friction and movement, together with the warmth of her body and the oral ministrations she was bestowing on his lips and tongue, aroused his flaccid cock so that she could feel it being to swell and harden under her. She kept up the sideways motion, rolling her cunt back and forth across his cock until he reached up and closed his arms around her.
"This is so nice," she murmured. "I feel your cock. It's hard as stone."
"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, but there was defeat in his voice; she knew his resistance was over.
She rocked to one side so that she could get her hand on his cock, and she began to squeeze and rub it.
"You've got a big one," she murmured. "I thought you would have."
"Why're you doing this to me?" he whispered.
"I like you, Mr. McGruder. That's why." She had his zipper down now and her hand was inside his pants, clasping the hot, naked meat.
"Do you do this to every man you like?"
She had his cock out now, free of any restraint from his shorts or trousers, and with her fisted hand she began to move the foreskin back and forth across the ridge of his glans. "Not all of them. Not yet, anyway." She giggled.
"You�_"you're just a child!"
She squeezed his hot shaft. "You'll never make this thing believe it now," she said, waggling his cock.
He closed his mouth and his eyes, oblivious to everything but her physical presence and what she was doing to him. She stood up suddenly and stripped off her panties, throwing them over the desk where they landed on his chair. She squatted over him, pressing his cock down flat against his belly with her own soft naked flesh. She stretched out on his body with his cock between them, positioned so that it lay against her cunt, pressing against the warm, moist cleft.
She began to rock back and forth, rubbing his cock with her body. He could feel the heat, and the dampness as joy juice began to seep from her cunt to moisten the puffy folds pressed tight to his cock. He groaned and tightened his hold on her. He was kissing her neck and behind her ear while she kept rubbing his cock.
"You like that, don't you, Mr. McGruder?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he groaned.
"Do you want to fuck me now?"
"My God, yes!" he exclaimed. "I want to fuck you."
"Did you ever fuck one of your students before?" she asked, teasingly.
"No, never!" His voice was hoarse.
"The girls talk about you a lot, Mr. McGruder. They say you're real good-looking and groovy. You could fuck a lot of them if you wanted to." She was rolling her hips faster now, the friction on his cock increasing to a delightful level. "I could give you the names of those that really dig you, if you want."
"Just you," he gasped. "I just want to fuck you, now!"
She moved up so that his cock was pressed between the flushed outer labia, then began to slowly sink back onto it. He had her by the waist now; he held her firmly and thrust up with his hips, forcing the bulbous head of his love stick into the hot sheath of her body.
"You're tight," he whispered. "Oh, my, you're tight!"
"Because you're so big, Mr. McGruder," she murmured into his ear, her cheek pressed against his. She wriggled around, seating his cock still further into her. As he bucked up, his hips thrusting, his hands pulled her as if drawing her down over his cock, slipping her onto it.
"You're sweet," he whispered. "You're a beautiful girl, Betty, and you've got a sweet, honey-dripping cunt, squeezing my cock like a hand."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
With a final upward lunge he had slid his cock deep within her tight, clutching tunnel of love, and she began to rotate her hips, grinding down on him.
"Oh, yes, Betty," he cried. "You're a fine girl. I never would have guessed you were so sweet and so tight. God, your cunt feels good on my cock!"
"I'm glad." Her mouth closed on his then, and she began to suck on his thrusting tongue, trying to devour him through the two orifices of her body which held him.
Her hips rocked in a tilting motion so that his cock was drawn out of her cunt for two or three inches, then forced back in with the tilting action of her pelvis. He was bucking up into her with an increasing tempo that she matched with her writhings. She moved faster and faster, her body a frenetic love machine as it stimulated him beyond endurance, past the point of no return, till the scalding come boiled up from his balls to shoot deep into her cunt, the hot juice triggering her own shuddering spasms so that her final flurry of movement brought on her orgasm too.
When it was over he staggered to his feet and looked at her in wonder as she straightened her clothes. She smiled brightly at him.
"Thank you, Mr. McGruder," she said. "I'll see you in class tomorrow." Picking up her books from her desk she left the room. As she left she almost bumped into Mr. Wiggens, the principal, who came into the room giving a fatuous, middle-aged smile to the pretty little student who passed him in the doorway.
"Glad I caught you here, McGruder," he said as he approached the white-faced mathematics teacher. "I wanted to talk to you about your shades. I've noticed that sometimes when you leave at night you forget to draw the shades down all in line with each other."
He paused, waiting for a response from the speechless teacher. His bright, restless gaze flashed past McGruder and fell on the flimsy scrap of nylon on the chair by the desk�_"Betty's forgotten panties. Wiggens walked past the startled teacher and picked up the panties, holding them delicately between his thumb and middle finger. His voice took on the horrified tone of a preacher watching a member of his congregation in original sin.
"McGruder, you'd better start talking. You've got a lot of explaining to do!"
McGruder's chin bobbed up and down like an apple in the water. Finally sound came. "My wife's, my wife's! Can you imagine? I reached into my pocket for a handkerchief and pulled that out. Can you imagine how embarrassing? It was dark this morning and I must have opened the wrong drawer and thought I was getting a handkerchief."
His attempt at a smile was weak and sickly. Wiggens looked at him with raised eyebrows.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A HALF HOUR LATER, Mr. Wiggens sat back in his chair and smiled reassuringly at the girl who stood in front of his desk.
"Now don't be nervous, Betty," he said unctuously. "And don't for a minute think there's anything wrong. I want you to feel perfectly at home."
"I do, Mr. Wiggens," said Betty. She drew a deep breath and her perfect breasts swelled and strained against the tight fabric that restrained them. "I feel fine."
And indeed she did. For Betty was a healthy young animal with good digestion and vibrant with vitality. The session on the floor with Mr. McGruder a scant half hour before had filled her with good spirits and stimulated her. "I feel fine," she repeated.
"I want you to trust me, Betty, and to be as honest with me as you would be with your own parents."
"Oh?" She frowned at him and glanced at the closed door behind her. The unusualness of the situation now struck her. About the only time a student ever entered Mr. Wiggens' office was in the wake of an irate teacher who brought the student to the principal for discipline. Private closed-door interviews in his office were unheard of. She took another deep breath and noticed how he swallowed suddenly, his eyes fixed on the points of her breasts. Well, she thought, he was a man, and not too old at that.
"Of course I trust you, Mr. Wiggens," she said.
"This�_"this little conversation of ours could have very serious repercussions, Betty. I�_"I want you to understand that."
"Oh, I do, Mr. Wiggens." His eyes avoided hers, sliding across her stomach and fastening onto the swelling of her pubic mound. She clasped her hands behind her back, the movement causing her hips to thrust forward, emphasizing the contour of her hirsute mound and the delightfully swelling breasts. She felt a satisfaction at the uneasiness that seemed to come over him.
"You see, I couldn't help noticing that during the last period you were in�_"visiting�_"Mr. McGruder."
"Dear Mr. McGruder," she said with a smile. "He was helping me with my math. I have a great deal of trouble with it."
"Ummm, yes. Yes, of course." He cleared his throat. "That's just what he told me, my dear." He paused. "Now, I want you to be very, very truthful with me, Betty."
"Of course, Mr. Wiggens." She fluttered her eyelashes demurely.
"Has�_"has Mr. McGruder ever said anything�_"has he ever done anything, that, that�_"well, might be considered to be not a very nice thing to do or say?"
"Heavens, no," she murmured. "Everything Mr. McGruder's done for me has been very nice indeed. Her lashes were at half mast, and a provocative little smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"Ah yes, I see." He looked at her, almost hopelessly, not knowing quite what he dare say next. He made an attempt.
"Mr. McGruder is�_"is a vigorous man. A�_"a married man, who, well, probably has strong physical desires."
"You make him sound groovy," she murmured, her eyes twinkling.
"I mean that, well, confound it! Has he ever made a pass at you?" he blurted out.
"A pass, Mr. Wiggens?"
"Yes! Has he ever, well, you know, grabbed you where he shouldn't grab you? Has he ever pinched you? Has he ever tried to kiss you?"
"Mr. Wiggens!" Her eyes were wide with shock. "Whatever makes you think that Mr. McGruder would do a thing like that?"
"Well, you are�_"rather fetching, Betty. Quite pretty as a matter of fact. A man could hardly be blamed for wanting�_"for wanting to touch you."
Goodness, he's blushing, thought Betty as she looked at him coolly. "Why, thank you, Mr. Wiggens."
"Well, confound it! Has he? Touched you, that is?"
"He's always been a perfect gentleman. I like him very much."
"I told you I want you to be very honest now, Betty."
"Oh, I am, I am!"
"Well, there's something else."
"What is it, Mr. Wiggens?"
"It's something I saw. In that room." His eyes fluttered over her like a nervous butterfly, going from one spiked nipple to the other, ran down her body to stop at the prominent mound that bulged her dress at her crotch, then moved on and caressed the warm soft thighs that were almost wholly exposed by her clinging mini-skirt.
"What was that, Mr. Wiggens?"
He cleared his throat and his voice became a little hoarser. "A piece of ladies' underwear."
"Underwear?" She grinned suddenly, and her hand went to her pubic mound and rested there for a moment. "What kind of underwear?"
"A pair of panties, Betty, black panties. Very scanty ones too, I might add, the kind they call bikini panties."
He was definitely blushing, she thought, but covering his embarrassment very nicely by pretending to be blustery. "How exciting!" she exclaimed. "Was he hiding a woman in his classroom?"
"Hardly, my dear." He looked pained. "There was no one else there, of course. Except you."
"Me? When you found the panties?"
"Of course not! You had left already." He spoke heavily, as if his patience were being sorely tried. "We passed in the doorway."
"Yes, I remember."
"You had been in there with him. Alone."
"Mr. Wiggens!" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you trying to say?"
"Are those panties yours, Betty?"
She moved a few steps back from the desk, her eyes downcast. "Did he say they were mine?"
"No!" He snorted in disgust. "He had some cock-and-bull story about them being his wife's, and he had them in his pocket by mistake. Thought they were a handkerchief!"
"Maybe they were his wife's," she said mildly.
"Have you ever seen his wife?" asked the principal caustically.
"Why, no, Mr. Wiggens."
"She weighs over two hundred pounds." He snorted again. "Those black panties on her would be like trying to diaper an elephant."
Betty giggled.
"It's not funny, young lady," snapped Mr. Wiggens. "You be honest with me and there won't be any trouble. Were those panties yours?"
"Do you really mean there won't be any trouble?" she asked curiously.
"Of course I mean it."
"But if you're not going to do anything about it, then why do you want to know?" she asked reasonably.
"There'll be no trouble for you," he assured her in a tone of exasperation.
"What will you do to poor Mr. McGruder?"
"So they are your panties," he said accusingly.
"I didn't say that," she replied demurely. "You're going to make trouble for poor Mr. McGruder if you can, aren't you?"
"Well, he can't go around�_"around�_"doing that to his students. Not in this school!"
"Doing what?"
"For God's sake, Betty!" he exclaimed hoarsely. "Did he do it to you or didn't he?" Sweat was standing out on his forehead now in little droplets.
"Take my pants off, you mean?"
"That'll do for a starter. Were those your panties I saw in McGruder's classroom?"
"I'm not going to tell you," she said firmly. "I think it's a girl's private business where she takes off her pants."
He made a strangling noise. "Betty, do you want me to call your parents in and discuss this with them?"
She giggled. "What'll you do? Call them up and tell them one of your teachers seduced me in a classroom?"
"Did he seduce you, Betty?"
She shrugged. "Maybe I seduced him."
"Don't be flippant!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her in exasperation. "You admit then to having�_"relations�_"with him?"
"I won't admit anything. You're just trying to get poor Mr. McGruder in trouble and I won't let you." Her smile broadened and became teasing. "I like him too much�_" especially after what he showed me in his classroom today."
"My God! What he showed you�_"! You're flaunting it at me! For God's sake, Betty, why don't you come right out with it and tell me what happened in there?"
"I think you're a dirty old man," she said with dignity. "You just want me to say that Mr. McGruder fucked me, whether he did or not. Well, I won't tell you anything." Mr. Wiggens was livid. "There are ways of finding out, young lady!"
"What will you do? Have the police come and take me away and make tests? My daddy will sue you. You can get in a lot of trouble that way. So you might as well forget the whole thing." She paused. "Now, let go of me. You're hurting my arm."
He stared open-mouthed at her and backed a step away, letting his hands fall to his sides. After a moment he said, "I'm sorry. I lost my head. I really did."
"Well, I guess I can understand that," she said calmly. "You were probably jealous of Mr. McGruder.
"Jealous?" He was floundering now.
"I can tell," she said matter-of-factly. "Men are pretty much alike. The way you've been looking at me since I've been in here�_"at my breasts and legs and everything�_"I could tell. You were thinking about him�_"you know�_"fucking me, and it got you all upset because deep inside you want to do it to me yourself."
"Oh, no!" he protested, one hand pawing feebly at the air in front of him.
"I could tell," she insisted. "I know when men want to do it to me. I can tell by their eyes and the way their mouths get."
"Did�_"did Mr. McGruder look at you that way?"
"Oh, yes," she said breezily. "He's been looking at me like that since the term started."
"And do�_"do you ever let men�_"men�_""
"Do it to me?" She laughed. "That's kind of personal." She paused. "You know, you're a sweet old thing. You're much nicer now than when you were trying to bully me a few minutes ago."
"I'm sorry for that."
"It's all right." She waved one hand, airily. "And if you promise not to say anything to Mr. McGruder�_"or anyone�_"about those panties you found, I'll tell you what you want to know."
"I promise, I promise!" The words came tumbling out of his mouth.
She giggled and took hold of the edge of her miniskirt and raised it up to her waist. "I was in such a hurry to get out of there I forgot all about my panties."
Mr. Wiggens stared pop-eyed at her nakedness below the raised skirt. Her thighs were firm and round, and the curve of her belly was quite delectable as it flowed down to the juncture of her thighs. Her Venus mound was covered with a mat of light brown curls. As he watched she slowly turned, as if she were modeling something, and the full, rounded cheeks of her pert bottom came into view, to pass and leave him staring again at the tantalizing, hairy cunt.
"If you have my panties, I'll let you put them on me�_" if you want," she said demurely, still holding the skirt waist high.
He groaned. "I don't�_"but perhaps, perhaps I can get them."
"Silly!" she giggled. "You can't ask Mr. McGruder for them after you promised not to mention them to anyone. I guess I can get along without them." She began slowly to lower the skirt.
"Oh, no! No! Please don't! Don't drop your skirt yet," he pleaded.
"Why, Mr. Wiggens! I showed you what you wanted to know. I thought you'd let me go now."
"In a little while," he breathed. "Not just yet. You're marvelously mature and beautiful for such a young girl."
"That's what Mr. McGruder said when he took my panties off," she said shyly.
"Ah! Did he�_"did he hurt you, Betty?"
"Goodness no! He wanted to take my panties off to give me pleasure, he said. He said he wouldn't hurt me."
"What did he do, child? What did he do?"
"He began to rub me here." Showed him with her hand, lightly touching the mound between her thighs.
"Oh, yes! Like this?" Mr. Wiggens dropped to his knees before her, one hand going around to rest on a voluptuous buttock, while the other he began gently to rub the mass of tangled curls.
"At first," she said. "Then he rubbed between the lips down there. Like that," she said as he combed through the luxuriant foliage that shrouded her cunt, and spread the flushed and swollen outer lips. His middle finger began to move up and down between her labia, rubbing gently on the sensitive inner flesh.
"Like this?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! And then after a while he put a finger inside." Her eyes were closed now, a smile resting on full, petulant lips. She moved her legs, spreading them so that he would have easier access to the portal of her body that he was now probing.
The passion flow was beginning, lubricating her cunt so that his finger slid around the warm, slippery flesh. He rubbed the turgid clitoris, worrying it between his thumb and middle finger, then he slid another finger into the seething tunnel of her body as far as it would go, and began to rotate it, rubbing the inside of her cunt.
"Are you going to kiss me now?" she asked in a husky whisper.
"Kiss you?"
"Mr. McGruder said that was the nicest thing about girls... They have two sets of lips to kiss and love�_" and then he began to kiss me there. You can kiss me there if you want to."
"Oh, yes," he stammered, and he moved forward between her spread thighs, his eager mouth pressed against the sweet hot folds of her cunt, his tongue licking up and down, then sliding into the hot vagina. He stabbed her with his tongue, licked her, sucked her, seizing the stubby clitoris between greedy lips and sucking it like a candy.
"You're nice, Mr. Wiggens," she said softly, looking down at him. "It's just as much fun with you as it was with Mr. McGruder. Are you going to fuck me too, like he did, after you make me come this way?"
"Oh, yes, Betty! God, yes!" He tore his mouth away from her cunt long enough to answer her, then began to suck her again, both hands squeezing and kneading the full soft cheeks of her ass.
"In a minute, Mr. Wiggens," she said soothingly. "You keep sucking�_"that's it, harder, harder!"
The tension began to mount in her body as he brought her to the peak of emotion with his thrusting, licking tongue and the greedy suckings of his mouth. When the spasm hit her, he redoubled his efforts, sucking desperately while the twitchings of her body diminished. Finally she put a hand down on his head and pulled him from her cunt.
"That's enough," she said softly. "Now you can fuck me if you want."
She lay down on the carpet and watched curiously as he opened his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor, then followed them with his shorts. His cock was fully roused, standing at throbbing attention and he lowered himself between her spread, bent legs.
He positioned the bulbous head of his cock between the soft folds of her cunt and began to press slowly inwards. Her knees drew up and she began to make little gasping noises as his cock started to work its way into her. Her cunt was tight and clutching on the thick meaty organ that rammed again and again into her, each thrust seating it an inch deeper in her hot box. The muscles of her ass were clenched and straining as she worked her hips from side to side and hunched them up with instinctive response to the hot meat that sledged into her cock-squeezing vagina.
Her writhing and bucking helped him drive his tool to her depths till one last lunge plunged him home. He lay still for a moment, gasping in passion, his cock throbbing and jerking in her toolbox while she lay moaning under him, her body still moving with continuous muscular action. The cheeks of her ass were flexing and her internal muscles were working on his cock with a sensual milking pressure.
"You've got a sweet pussy," he breathed into her ear. "The sweetest, tightest little cunt I've ever fucked."
"Oh, Mr. Wiggens," she sighed. "You feel so good inside me. You're bigger than Mr. McGruder. You fill me right up."
At the reference to the mathematics teacher, the principal's passion became further stimulated and he began to slowly fuck into the soft white body of the girl under him.
"Damn McGruder," he muttered. "What'd you say, Mr. Wiggens?"
"McGruder. He shouldn't have done that."
"Done what, Mr. Wiggens?"
His cock was traveling a good six inches in her hot, slimy cunt, while her body writhed passionately under him, her pelvis rolling and rocking as she twisted around, tilting her cunt in a hundred different ways so the delightful friction could be felt in as many different places.
"Seduced you. It's not right�_"a young girl like you."
The image of the tall, wide-shouldered mathematics teacher mounting his young charge filled Mr. Wiggens' mind. He saw the white, naked thighs spread and lift, saw the fragile form under McGruder, saw the stiff cock penetrate the soft, yielding flesh, saw the vigorous pounding of her body as McGruder fucked her. He groaned from the increased excitement these thoughts had brought him, and he accelerated the tempo of his own movements.
She didn't answer him. She wasn't sure what he meant, nor was she interested. Her interest centered on the sensation of his cock in her vagina, the sweet, hot friction of its travels, the flame of lust that burned in her veins. Her body responded like a well-oiled machine, responsive, eager, an undulating, bucking, vibrant, passionate female living the ultimate moment of truth, the union with a male body�_"the most exquisite sensation of which a young female body is capable. His body slapped against hers with an increasing sound and tempo, bringing them both up to the top of the mountain, and the explosion left them shuddering convulsively in each other's arms.
After a moment he spoke gently in her ear. "Can you forgive me, Betty? I mean�_"a young girl like you. I shouldn't, I truly shouldn't have�_"" She sighed and flexed her internal muscles, squeezing the now flaccid cock that still rested warmly in her cunt. "I'll try, Mr. Wiggens, I'll truly try."
CHAPTER EIGHT
ANNA SMILED at the gangling youth who scowled at her. "Don't be such a sourpuss."
"Well, look! I'm supposed to be tutoring you now. Don't you want to learn this stuff?"
She sniffed. "Bunch of silly old numbers. What in the world do I want to learn them for?"
"To pass math, that's what for."
"That's the silliest reason I ever heard of, to spend a lot of time and work on silly old numbers I'll never in all my life have to use. Just to get a silly little mark on a card, and ten years from now I couldn't care less about it, whatever it is."
"Well, what in the world did you sign up for the tutoring program for?" He looked bewilderedly at her.
"It got me out of a stupid study hall for one reason, and for another... " She looked coyly at him. "I get to spend some time along with a good-looking boy."
"Oh, come on, Anna!" He tried to be cross with her, but she could see his mood changing. "What am I going to say when I have to fill out my report?"
She shrugged. "Just put down something like: 'Anna tries, but she doesn't seem strongly motivated. Progress is slow'."
He looked at her for a moment, wonderingly. "You seem different today, Anna."
"How do you mean, different?" She leaned toward him, her eyes partly closed, her breasts thrust forward.
"I mean, like now." He was a little exasperated. "You act like you want to neck or something."
"Now you're motivating me," she whispered dramatically. "Expand on that, 'or something' that you mentioned."
They were using an empty classroom for their tutoring session and Warren was sitting back in the teacher's chair, sprawled out, a frown tugging at his eyebrows. Anna got up from her seat and came around the desk in front of him, then hopped up on the edge of it, grinning down at him. His eyes dropped to her thighs. From his position he could look up the channel between her legs and see the patch of blue panties at the end that covered her crotch. She was indifferent to what he saw.
"What was that again?" she prompted.-"You started out with necking, I think."
"Anna! What would happen if anyone came in and caught us, well�_"necking?"
She cocked her head to one side. "Depends. If it was a girl, she'd be jealous of me with such a cute boy. If it was a boy, he'd want to get in on the game. And if it was a teacher, we'd probably both be expelled."
"There, you see!"
"So what's wrong with living dangerously?"
"Anna!"
"Warren!" she mocked him. "I heard all about you being such a big lover. I never thought I'd have to ask you-to kiss me."
With that she slid off the desk and onto his lap, her arms going around his neck and her mouth closing on his, her tongue sliding slickly between his lips. After a moment he began to suck it gently, one of his arms around her waist and the other resting on her shoulder. The heat of young emotion fanned quickly into flames and he pressed her closely to him. The hand that had been on her shoulder slid down to her breast and he squeezed it and fondled it for a little while as their kiss continued with a growing heat.
He tired of her breast, and his hand slid down her side and he began to massage her thigh, rubbing it gently. After a moment he had pushed the edge of her skirt slowly back. He was caressing her leg clear up to the crotch, and his fingers plucked at the edge of her panties. She pulled her mouth away from his and looked into his eyes.
"Do you want me to take off my pants now?"
He didn't say anything, just stared at her. She slowly got off his lap and smiled down at him while she rolled the flimsy blue garment down over her swelling hips and long, tanned thighs. He stared at the hairy patch that moved just inches from his fingertips.
"Do you want me to get you ready now?" she murmured.
When he didn't answer, she leaned forward and caressed his stiff prick through the material of his trousers. A smile hovered gently at the corner of her mouth as she watched the play of emotion on his face. She took hold of his zipper and slowly pulled it down, then spread his fly and maneuvered his straining cock out through his shorts. She pulled the swollen balls out too, and cupped them in one hand while with the other she stroked the vibrant, turgid shaft.
"You've got a big one, Warren," she murmured. "No wonder all the girls talk about you."
"Anna, not here!" he gasped.
"Don't you like this?"
She closed her fist around his cock and slowly began to jack him off. A drop of moisture worked up the canal and trembled at the slitted purple end.
"God, yes! Of course I like it! A guy would have to be out of his mind to say he didn't like it."
"Do you like this?"
She bent forward and her lips closed over the bulbous head of his cock. She laved it with her tongue, then began to suck gently. He groaned and put a hand on her head. She opened her mouth wider and engulfed him, taking half his cock into her mouth and again began to suck it, her tongue pressuring tightly against the sensitive underside, her head bobbing slightly as she nursed on the long, quivering shaft.
"Oh, yes! I like that!" he cried, and he held her head now with both hands so that she couldn't move away, couldn't release his cock, and his hips bucked quickly up as he fucked desperately into her mouth.
She sucked harder and harder, feeling the tension rise in him like a rocket after countdown as he jerked spasmodically, thrusting his cock deep against the back of her mouth�_"then the mushroom cloud of passion hit him and his sperm shot in hot little spurts deep into her throat while she swallowed convulsively. After a moment she released his now flaccid cock and smiled up at him again.
"That's what the girls told me," she said. "You get real hot and come too quick on the first one."
"Who told you that?"
"I guess you know who could have told me." She paused. "They say the second one's a lot better with you, and you really show a girl a good time then."
"Is that why you�_"you sucked me off?"
"Sure�_"to get that first quickie out of the way. I don't like quickies," she explained. "They get me all frustrated and tense. This time we'll both have a good time."
She was fondling his cock with both hands, and as she played with it she felt it swell and harden in quick resurrection. When it was fully raised she crawled onto his lap and held the end of it between the flushed and swollen outer lips of her cunt. The entrance was bathed in the freely-flowing passion juice, and as his cock entered her she closed her eyes and clasped her arms around his neck, letting his cock slide deeper into her as she settled on his lap.
She was fully roused, as hot as she could get, and her cunt was well lubricated. His cock had an easy entrance at first, until half its length was inserted in her, then the tight-clutching vaginal wall met him with increasing pressure and she gave a little sigh. His cock was long and thick, and her cunt was sweet and hot, but also young and tight, and the further in he went the greater the resistance became.
She began to roll her hips around and rocked up to draw his cock out an inch or two, then rocked back to sink it ever further into her hot, twitching passage. He moaned and clasped her waist with both hands, wanting his cock in her, deep inside her, wanting the feeling of that hot tight pussy warm and close around his organ. So he pulled her down with his hands and at the same time thrust his hips up until finally he'd sheathed his gun deep within the warm holster of her body. He began to jerk upwards in little spasms, but most of the movement was hers.
She closed her mouth on his and began to work her ass around on his lap, twisting and turning, tilting her cunt from side to side and forward and backward, working on his cock with a sure knowledge of what would drive him crazy as well as build her up to a shattering climax. His arms tightened around her and he forced himself to relax in the chair, leaving the fucking to her, and she brought them both along to the final explosion when he couldn't contain himself any longer, but jerked frantically upwards. His come spurted deep into her belly and she gave a little cry and collapsed on his lap.
"Holy Christ!"
The epithet was spoken softly, in an almost reverent tone. Anna and Warren, both startled, looked up at a gangling redheaded youth who stared with open mouth.
"Red! What the hell you doing here?"
"You mean, what the hell are you doing here, don't you? I knew you were tutoring somebody here this period, but Jesus, I thought it was math!"
Anna got up from Warren's lap, smiling up at the new boy. "Hi. I'm Anna."
"Well�_"pleased to meet'cha." He paused. "Holy mackerel, you really gave him a ride."
"How long have you been here?" asked Warren.
"Long enough to see what was going on. No wonder you like to tutor. Maybe I'll get in on it myself. Boy! I thought you had to be good in math or something square like that."
"Every day's not like this."
"I'd settle for once a week�_"why not? Wow! Hey, can I tutor you in something?" He grinned at Anna.
"See?" she told Warren. "I told you if a boy came in he'd want to play too."
"Come on, be a sport," said Red. "Both of you. If you let me have some goody too, I won't tell anybody about it."
"You wouldn't anyway," said Warren threateningly.
"No, but have a heart! Fair's fair."
"I don't think we've got time," said Anna judiciously.
"Sure we do," said Red eagerly. "The period's only about half over. And Warren can watch in the hall and warn us if anybody else is coming."
"Well." She looked at Warren. "It does seem only fair." She giggled and pointed at the bulge in the front of Red's pants. "And we've got him all excited too. It doesn't seem right not to do something for him now."
"If you want to." Warren shrugged.
"How about like this?"
She twitched her skirt up around her waist and lay face down over the desk, the round white cheeks of her ass poised invitingly. Her cunt lay bare and exposed, still wet from Warren's sperm and her own passion juice. She peeked back over her shoulder to see what impact the sight had on Red. He had already taken his cock out; he positioned it between the lips of her cunt and with one thrusting lunge had seated it to the hilt.
He grabbed her hips and began to fuck quickly into her, his loins slapping against the full rounds of her ass, his cock traveling its full length in the slimy love channel of her body. Warren went to the door of the classroom and mounted guard, looking alternately down the corridors and back at the two figures by the desk. The sound of slapping flesh grew louder as Red accelerated his tempo, and below the noises of slapping flesh and the swishing liquid sound of his cock traveling in her wet swamp, was a low moaning as Anna's emotions found vocal expression in response to the physical sensations that wracked her.
By the time Red had finished fucking her, Warren had gotten another erection, stimulated by the sounds and sights of the coupled pair. When Red straightened up and pulled his limp wet cock from Anna's cunt, Warren was there and put a hand on her ass to keep her down.
"We've got ten minutes yet," he said hoarsely. "You watch the door, Red. I want one more piece of the action before I go."
A smile curled Anna's mouth as she pressed her cheek flat against the desk top and waited for the exquisite, soothing entry of warm cock into her hot, craving vagina. Two scores for the contest with Betty already, and it wasn't even lunch time!
CHAPTER NINE
AT SUPPER that night Anna looked at Betty and raised her eyebrows questioningly. Betty hesitated, then raised two fingers and looked questioningly at Anna in turn. The younger girl also held up two fingers, and they both smiled and shrugged.
"Well, what's with you two?" asked their mother, who had noticed the little byplay. "Some kind of private code?"
"Private joke," said Betty, then turned to Stud. "How'd your first day in the garage go?"
"Liked it fine." He looked sheepishly at his uncle. "I did pull one boner today."
"Damn fool got lost!" his uncle snorted. "Sent him to drive a customer's car home and it took him way over an hour to get back to the garage."
"Well, everything's new to him!" defended Anna. "It's going to take time for him to find his way around."
"What customer was it?" asked Harriet shrewdly, and saw the flash of embarrassment cross Stud's face.
"Doc Edmunds' wife," said Luke. "Right down off Bradley Road. Don't see how he could have got lost down that way."
"Well, I can understand why it took him some time," murmured his wife.
"What did you say, dear?"
"Nothing, Luke. Eat your soup before it gets cold."
That night Stud's young cousins went to bed early, and waited patiently till they heard the sounds of their parents and Stud going to their rooms. They waited even longer until a depth of stillness settled over the house. They both got out of bed then and crept to the door of the room and opened it a crack.
"You might be all wrong," whispered Anna.
"We'll soon find out."
"Papa's sure to wake up if she gets out of bed now."
The master bedroom that their parents shared was at the end of the hall, with Stud's bedroom between it and the girls' room.
"You know how he sleeps. A cannon going off wouldn't wake him up once he starts snoring. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if Mama put some sleeping tablets in his soup. You saw how dopey he was all evening."
"Shhh!"
They froze, not daring to breathe, as they heard the sound of a door opening and the creak of floor boards as someone moved into the hallway. Then they heard the metallic sound of a knob turning and a faint creak of hinges, followed in a moment by the click of the latch closing.
"You see!" whispered Betty triumphantly.
"You win." Anna shrugged. "Do you think that tonight will be the first time, or do you think she had him yesterday when he first got here?"
"If she did, she sure works fast."
"Let's listen."
They scrambled through the doorway and knelt outside the door of Stud's room, their ears pressed against the panel. They could hear the sound of their mother's high-pitched voice and the lower rumble of their cousin's reply.
"You're a naughty boy. I can just imagine what you were doing with Mrs. Edmunds while Luke thought you were lost."
His rumbling voice answered her but the words were lost.
"You can't deny it. I've heard all about that bedroom of theirs and how she seduces all the delivery men and whoever she can get in there with her... she's a hot blooded woman... no, I don't see anything wrong with that... mmmmmmm, I like that, Stud... yes, I'm hot-blooded too... mmm, don't bite, gently, darling, gently... yes, if you want me to... my, how big you are... all I've thought about since yesterday was how it was with you in me... my God, Stud, I like your cock... mmmmm... do you like that, darling?... do you want me to lick it some more?... oh, please, Stud... that's so good... that feels so good... oh, yes, suck it harder... are you getting hotter... shall I suck it now?"
The sound of voices died away and the two sisters stared at each other, holding each other by the shoulders in a half-embrace as they crouched in front of the door.
"They did do it yesterday," said Anna.
"And the way she talked about his wang!"
"He must really have a lulu!"
"All I can say is, I'd better win by Friday!"
"You know, we've got a problem."
"What's that?"
"Well, if Mom's going to come in to see him every night, how is the winner going to collect?"
They stared at each other in silence, then finally Betty nodded her head. "Some way. We've got to work it out, that's all."
Again they bent their heads to the door, in close embrace while they listened. After a time they again heard their mother's voice.
"Oh, Stud, that was great... you're beautiful, Stud... here, let me snuggle up against you... gee, you've got thick arms. Like a boxer... and your waist, it's small as a girl's... and your thighs... they're muscled like a Green Bay lineman... and these... they're as big as tangerines... how many times did you fuck Mrs. Edmunds?... no, I won't tell!... silly boy, who would I tell, for heaven's sake?... certainly not Luke... come on, how many times?... you did?... three times, and after yesterday, too... and now. How many times are you going to do it to me tonight?... well, leave it up to me then... I'll get you ready... How many times?... As many as you can stand, Stud... eighteen years old, my oh my, oh my... you know, Luke was close to forty when I married him... oh, that's so big... it's so hard... I want you on top of me, Stud... that's it... take it easy... mmmmmm... oh, my!... not so hard at first... back out a little... that's it, now in again... ohhhhhhh... oh, myyyyyyyyy... oh, STUD!... that's it... slower, honey... make it last... it's so good... ohhhh... oh, myyyyy... mmmmmmmmmmm...
The two girls leaning against the door looked at each other, and Betty impulsively drew Anna closer to her and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss lasted and both of them had their arms around each other, holding more and more tightly.
"Ma's really having a time in there," said Anna.
"I know. I got hot as a firecracker just listening."
"Is that why you kissed me?"
"Any port in a storm," answered the older sister.
Anna giggled. "It felt good. I'm so hot myself I feel like busting in there and telling Mama to move over."
"And, of course, we can't do that."
"No, we can't. But we can do this."
"Yes, we can."
While they were talking their lips were brushing against each other's so that they were almost talking into each other's mouths, their breath moist and warm. Betty began to lick Anna's lips and the inside of her mouth. Their tongues met in Anna's mouth and they rubbed and caressed, and Anna began to suck Betty's tongue, softly, with a warm, deep passion.
As they kissed, their bodies writhed in each other's arms. They toppled over and lay on the carpeted hall, their bodies touching now from their lips to their toes, their legs, intertwined, their robes open now, the flesh of their bodies hot against each other. Lips mashed against teeth, saliva from the mouth of one running over into that of the other who sucked greedily on the thrusting, slick tongue. Fresh young nipples rubbed against each other; rounded bellies caressed; the hairy patch at Betty's crotch was rubbing against Anna's pelvic bone as she writhed against her.
Finally their lips parted again and Anna spoke hoarsely into Betty's ear. "We'd better get out of the hall."
"Yes, we'd better." She paused. "Anna?"
"What?"
"It's not easing it any, is it?"
"No, it's not."
"What do you suppose we ought to do?"
"I know I don't want to go to sleep feeling this way, even if I could sleep."
"Come on. Let's get into bed."
A moment later the two girls were lying together in Betty's bed, both bodies naked now, clutched close together, hot sucking mouths busy. Betty, as the older sister, took the initiative in beginning further action as she finally broke the prolonged kissing and began to mouth Anna's body, kissing her behind the ear and along her neck and across her chest till her searching lips found the spiked nipple capping one of Anna's small but softly rounded breasts.
"Oh, I like that, Betty," breathed Anna. "I want you to suck the other one for a while, then come back to that one. It feels so good."
Betty grunted and obliged, her lips and tongue seizing the other turgid nipple and worrying it, laving it, sucking it. After a time she raised her head.
"I've got an idea," she said. She moved on the bed so that she was leaning over her younger sister, head positioned over Anna's breasts while her own jiggled over Anna's face.
She swayed and slowly lowered herself so that her swinging breasts brushed Anna's mouth, moving back and forth across her parted lips till the younger girl embraced her, stopping her movements, and seized one plump nipple between sharp teeth. Betty lowered her own head and nuzzled at Anna's tits, then began to suck one breast, pulling as much of the soft white flesh in her mouth as she could.
Minutes passed while they nursed each other, hands busy as they worked, caressing the bodies, the backs, the breasts, the full, curved cheeks of each other's fannies. Some time later Betty left Anna's breasts to move on across her flat, lean tummy, tonguing the deep navel till Anna's pelvis jerked up in spasmodic reaction. Betty found Anna's bush first and nuzzled in it, teeth biting gently on the swollen clitoris, then her lips closed on it and she began to apply a sucking pressure. Almost in the same instant Anna's hungry lips had found her stubby, turgid clitoris and each sucked fondly at the other's fountain of womanhood.
This time it was Anna who made the next move, perhaps because her own passions had been raised so high she couldn't wait and wanted to encourage Betty to go to the next phase of their love-making. Her tongue slid past Betty's clitoris and traveled down the separation between her swollen, moist lips. She licked her roughly, the broad flat of her tongue pressing between the puffed outer lips, then gently. Her tongue was a darting, flicking blade of flesh, going from side to side of Betty's cunt, up and down along the length of it, then stabbing into the moist opening of her love box, licking at the seeping passion juice that flowed from it. Her mouth widened and flattened, and she sucked as much of the puffy flesh into her mouth as she could, then nursed hungrily, while between her own thighs Betty tongued and licked at her sweet cunt.
The tremors began to come over them together, and the two of them sucked frantically, each helping the other to the peak and the explosion that left them shuddering, each embracing the other's soft plump ass cushions, lips resting on the soft mats of curls that screened their cunts.
After a time, Betty spoke. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep now?"
"Yes." She stretched luxuriantly. "I never thought I could have so much fun with you, sister!"
"You're a pretty nice piece yourself, sis," said Betty fondly.
"I wonder if Mama and Stud are still going?"
"I'm betting on Mama to keep him going for a long time yet."
"You know," said Anna reflectively. "I never thought before about making it with a girl�_"especially my sister�_"but it was real good."
"Of course, we'd got real hot listening to what was going on in that other room."
"Otherwise we might never have tried it."
"True." She paused. "Are you sleepy now?"
"Not really. As a matter of fact I feel bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."
Nibbling lips found a clitoris and began to tease it into erection again.
"So you want to play?"
There was no answer. Not in words, anyway.
CHAPTER TEN
STUD WAS looking into space with a faint scowl on his face when Luke stopped to see what he was doing.
"Stud!"
The husky youth stared straight ahead as if in a deep trance, not hearing his uncle's voice.
"Stud! What in hell's the matter with you?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Uncle Luke." He grinned sheepishly. "I guess I was thinking about something else."
"You sure as hell weren't thinking about them brake shoes in front of you." His voice gentled. "Something eating you, boy?"
"Nah. Nah, it's nothing."
"Has to be something to be so wrapped up that way."
"Well." He hesitated. "I was thinking about my girl, Darlene."
"That explains it." He grinned at the boy. "I guess at your age you got a right to think about the split tails a little. You been away from her almost a week, ain't you?"
"Yes." Stud sighed. "Today's Friday. I saw her last Saturday. Almost a week."
"The yearnings you get at eighteen are a little stronger than they are after forty. I know how it is to have your nuts aching for a girl." He looked around, then spoke again with lowered voice. "Let me give you a little advice. Scout around and get yourself a steady piece of tail while you're here. It'll help pass the time for you till you see your girl again, and believe me she'll never miss the fucking you get here. Hell, she might even be getting a little male sympathy herself and who's to blame her? Women are a lot different from men, more realistic. Instead of pining away when their man's gone, they can spread for a dozen different guys and get some real pleasure from it. Then, when their man's back, they're true blue again and no one's the wiser and nobody's hurt. Take my advice, boy, don't mope around. Get yourself some hot young pussy around here. Your Darlene will keep."
With that he slapped Stud on the shoulder and moved on, leaving the boy looking after him. He'd opened up a new train of thought for the redheaded youth. He'd been thinking back to all the times he and Darlene had been alone, the times they'd necked together, the times he'd played with her rubbery tits. And mixed up with his thoughts of Darlene had been his images of the greeting his aunt had given him that first day, the session he'd spent in Dr. Edmunds' playroom with Mrs. Edmunds, and the nights his aunt had crept into his room to help him while away the small morning hours. He shook his head. God! he was tired! She wasn't letting him get much sleep!
He thought of the way his aunt and Mrs. Edmunds had come on, and he thought of what his uncle had said, and he thought of Darlene, lush, voluptuous, with full, pouting lips, wide hips, flat belly, and big, rubbery tits. He'd been wondering if she'd have put out for him if he'd really tried to get into her pants. Suddenly he knew that she would have, and wondered who was dating her now; he was just as sure that whoever it was, she was putting out for him. It made sense, it was the only answer. He'd been so young and so dumb, he'd believed all that crap about virginity and purity and saving yourself till marriage. It was all a put-on, and he felt the same way he had when he was ten years old and had finally found out the truth about Santa Claus. I guess if you're gullible, you're gullible, he thought, and sighed. Darlene had probably wanted him to make her, had gone home to lie crying in her bed because she was so stirred up and he hadn't satisfied her. Well, if he had her alone now, he'd take her if he had to tear her clothes off. And she'd love it. Like his uncle said. Women are different. They're more realistic. They take their pleasures of the flesh when the flesh is there and willing. Like his aunt did. Like Mrs. Edmunds did. And like he would now that he was past the put-on, now that he knew the score.
He tortured himself by wondering which of his friends was throwing his cock into Darlene these evenings while he was away. It was mid-afternoon when Doris, the bookkeeper, called to him from the little glassed-in office in the front of the garage. As he closed the door behind him he was fascinated by the sway of her beautiful can as she walked around the office. Her ass was large, but not too large, with firm, sharply defined cheeks covered with a tight fitting mini-skirt that molded itself to her when she moved. Stud gulped and he could feel his cock begin to swell in his pants.
"Yes? You wanted me?"
"Yes, Stud. I should have got you in here before. It's payday and I need some information from you. You have to sign some forms too. For income tax and social security and all that."
"Oh."
"Sit down."
He sat beside her, behind the desk, and when she turned her knee brushed his. She smiled, and he glanced down at her thighs. They were all there�_"her skirt had pulled back almost to her crotch and he could feel the pounding beat of his heart as hot desire for her body began to course through his veins. She was really built, better than his aunt, or Mrs. Edmunds either. He thought again of what his uncle had said, and suddenly he was sure of himself, sure of what she wanted. He put his hand on her bare thigh, his fingers down between her legs, his thumb on the top of her leg, under the edge of her skirt. She glanced up at him, startled.
"Stud! What are you going?"
He looked around. They were hidden from the shop by a row of filing cabinets set against one side of the glass partition. He slid his hand forward along her thigh till it brought up against the softness of her nylon-covered bush.
"Luke's gone, isn't he?"
"He went to the bank�_"but he'll be back. Stud!"
She tried to pull away but he had his other arm around her shoulders now, and he pulled her close. His lips brushed hers. "You're beautiful, Doris."
"Well, thanks! But don't get carried away." She struggled, trying to break his grip around her shoulders. "Look, Stud, I'm engaged."
He shut off her words with his mouth, kissing her passionately, while the hand on her thigh crept on further till it was cupped over her cunt. As he kissed her, he massaged her through the flimsy nylon covering. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her hands were raised, flat against his shoulders as she tried to push him away. As the kiss continued her mouth softened under his and his tongue slid slickly between her lips. After a moment she began to suck it gently, and as she did her hands slid up and over his shoulders and tightened there. At the same time her legs spread slightly and gave him easier access to the softness of her love box.
He fumbled with the elastic band, slipped his hand inside, and began to rub the sensitive folds of her cunt. By the time he got a finger between the turgid lips, the love juice was flowing, and he slid a finger into the hot grasping snatch, she moaned deep in her throat and clutched him tighter. Uncle Luke was sure right, he thought, and he used his other hand to open his pants and pull out his stiff, throbbing cock.
She stirred and glanced down, her eyes widening as she saw his great, swelling shaft. He could feel her stiffen, and he slipped another finger into her cunt now so that he had two fingers working in her seething passage.
"Oh, Stud! It's so big! What are you going to do?" she whispered, her eyes still fixed on his prodigious prick.
"You know what I'm going to do."
He gripped her panties by the top and began to work them down over her hips and legs. She raised herself up to help him, and when they dropped to the floor at her feet she stared at them for a moment, then looked again at his dick.
"I'm not sure I want you to, Stud. That's so big." Her voice was hushed and reverent. "I've never had one like that in me. Really I haven't."
"Don't be bashful, Doris. You're going to like it." His hands were on her hips, under her skirt, pulling her onto his lap. His eyes were feasting on the triangle of golden, toast-colored curls that crowned the juncture of her thighs. The lips of her cunt were swollen, standing out amidst the rich foliage with a touch of deeper coral showing in between. He sighed and pulled her closer. Her legs were spread so that she was straddling his knees. She put one hand down and touched his quivering cock.
"I've never seen one that big, Stud. I don't know if I can take it all."
He ignored her words and pulled her close to him. Her hand had closed on his cock now and she positioned it so that the huge purple head was pressed between her flushed cunt lips and against the soft wet opening of her seething sheath. He drew her down and forward, and she began to settle on his cock, the head of it stretching her vagina more than his fingers had as it began to enter her.
She moaned deep in her throat and closed her eyes, putting both arms around his neck and wriggling her ass around, seating his cock further up into her. He pulled her head down and closed his mouth over hers, kissing her with passion. Her cunt was tighter on his cock than either his aunt's or Mrs. Edmunds' had been, and he felt a fierce need to possess her, to bury his cock deep within her.
She was younger, she was prettier, and she was his. He was the one who had taken the initiative, whereas before it had always been an older woman. They had taught him, and he had learned his lessons well. Now, by demanding and taking Doris's body to use, he had satisfied the masculine instinct for domination, and the sensation was all the more satisfying because of it.
And so he reveled in the heat and constriction as the hot cunt pressured his cock, as it slid down over his stiff meat with an increasing tightness as he entered her deeper and deeper. Then at last she was all the way down and his cock was buried to the hilt in the tight moist scabbard of her body, and he held her by the waist and worked his hips around, fucking up into her with a slow, rotating, rhythmic beat.
Her tongue was a slashing sword in his mouth, her arms like steel cables around him, and her hips caught his rhythm and moved in unison with him, rolling, tilting, her cunt moving in delicious patterns of sensation that sent the lava boiling through his veins. They fucked slowly at first, but as the minutes passed the tension mounted, and he began to accelerate his movements till he was jerking up with a frenzied impatience, and she bucked and rolled on his cock with frenetic energy.
The explosion came.
She sat there for some minutes afterwards, enjoying the feeling of his limp but still warm cock as it lay in her vagina. She kissed him gently.
"You'd better sign those forms now, Stud."
"Are they ready?"
"What in hell's going on?"
The enraged voice was that of his Uncle Luke as he stormed into the office. Doris slid off Stud's lap and smoothed the skirt down around her legs while the youth got up and sheepishly put his limp cock away.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Luke."
"Sorry? Sorry! What the hell good is sorry? I'm not paying you for fucking my clerk!" He slammed a bank bag down on the desk.
"But you told me yourself, Uncle Luke. You said to get a piece of tail around here close."
"But not right here in my office!"
"I'm sorry," repeated Stud, edging back toward the door that opened on the shop. "I won't do it again. Honest."
"By God, you'd better not. Not on working hours, anyway." He glared after the muscular youth, who closed the door behind him and made his way back to his station.
Luke turned then to the girl who faced him with downcast eyes. He pursed his lips. "I'm surprised at you, Doris. I never thought you'd do something like that-right here in the office."
"I�_"I guess I lost my head. I don't know what came over me. It'll never happen again, believe me."
He studied her face. "Well, I'm not sure if I want to hear you say that, Doris." He paused while she looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Of course, I don't want to have you doing anything like that with Stud again, but you've worked for me for quite a while now. I'd like you to come sit in the corner there with me while we discuss your behavior a little further."
He slipped an arm around her waist and led her behind the filing cabinets.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"HOW WAS YOUR brother?" asked Harriet as she passed the platter of meat loaf.
"Dave? He was fine," said Stud. "He wants me to come and stay with him and Edith, but I told him I kind of like the garage work and want to stay with that a while longer."
Betty and Anna exchanged pleased looks. "I'm glad," said Betty. "Daddy says you're a good mechanic."
"You're turning out a lot of work for a new man," said Luke. "I'm satisfied." His eyes twinkled as the agreeable memory of the nubile Doris came to him. "On the whole I think it's been good for both of us."
"Why, thank you." Stud hesitated, then went on: "I thought for a while you were pretty mad at me."
"It's all right. Forget it," said Luke airily.
"Something happen at the shop?" asked Harriet.
"It's nothing," answered Luke. "As a matter of fact it turned out for the best."
"I do want to go over to Dave's tomorrow and maybe stay till Sunday."
"Oh, no!" said Anna with a pout.
"Why not?" demanded her father. "Can't he see his brother?"
"Well, I was just thinking." She glanced at Betty. "Never mind. I guess next week'll have to do."
Betty suppressed a smile. She knew what Anna'd been thinking. Their contest ended tonight and they had planned to have the winner go into Stud's room on Saturday night if they could work it out. His going to his brother's would delay the winner's collecting the prize�_" whichever was the final winner. Right then they were no closer to deciding than they had been at the beginning of the week, both of them going in to the last few hours of Friday with eight new scalps on their war belts as trophies of the contest.
"Are you girls going out tonight?" asked Harriet.
"You know it's the football game, Mother!" said Betty.
"You both going together?"
"I'm riding with Jan and her boy friend," said Anna over a spoonful of peas.
"And Jack's taking me," said Betty.
"Well, don't be late getting in. Your father and I worry."
"And how about you, Stud?" asked Luke.
"I got the old Model B almost ready to roll again. After supper I'll put the pan back on, put some new plugs in it and see if it won't fire up."
Luke yawned. "Am I tired tonight! I think I'll go to bed early."
"Great!" Harriet snorted, her huge breasts bobbing. "Another exciting evening for me with the boob tube."
"And a six-pack of beer," said Luke caustically.
Betty nudged Anna and giggled. When they left the table Anna whispered to her sister, "Do you see how sleepy Papa got again?"
"Yeah. Sleeping tablets in the soup again, I'll bet."
"I figure that's why Stud wants to spend Saturday night at Cousin Dave's�_"to rest up. Mama's been in there every night this week."
"The poor thing's probably exhausted�_"working all day and fucking Mama all night." The two girls were still giggling when they went out the door.
The evening passed as predicted. Stud got the Model B running, then went to bed. Luke had already turned in. Harriet sat watching TV till the house grew still, then she put her empty can of beer down, left a night light burning for the girls when they came in, and crept stealthily upstairs to the bedroom level.
Stud was deep in sleep when he began to dream. There was the soft voluptuousness of Mrs. Edmunds, and he pictured her lying on the huge round bed, naked, her perfect breasts quivering as he played with them and laved the turgid nipples. Her Venus mound was very prominent, and he saw that she had a thick firm pillow under the soft rounded cheeks of her ass.
Her cunt was raised, the thick curls standing out from her body, the moist pink gash open in invitation. He left a hot trail of kisses across her rounded belly and pressed his face into the soft dampness of her cunt, kissing it passionately. She was writhing under him, and her legs came up, clamping tightly around his head, holding him there.
He was smothering, and he felt the hot moist cunt open in front of him. He tried to lick it. He lunged forward desperately, unable to breathe, but not caring. He wanted her cunt, wanted it in his face, touching him, wanted to kiss it, to feel it pressing against his mouth, his nose, his lips.
It was right there, it was all around him. She was swallowing him with her cunt. It had opened as he quaffed at its sweet goodness, and he was entering it, swimming in it, he was working his way into the sweetness of it. He could feel its tightness around him now, could feel her internal muscles working on him, could feel the rippling sensation going along his body from his feet to his head, forcing him in, deeper and deeper into her cunt, till suddenly he was head to head with someone else.
It was Doris. She was in there with him, but she was coming from the other end and her mouth was on his and their lips and tongues and teeth were all working each on each other's; he could feel the saliva dribbling from her mouth and he sucked it, wanting to engulf her. Their hands were all over each other's bodies, feeling, grasping, searching. Hers was a lush, passionate body, built for love, built to be the cushion for a man lunging into her; a soft body with great rounded cushions on her ass and huge, rubbery globes for breasts. She was built to be balled.
And she and he were pressed together, working past each other, his mouth sucking on her great breasts, mouthing them, nursing on them, and he could feel the milk coming from them. He sucked hungrily, tasting the warm goodness of the milk as it came into his mouth, and he could feel the warm froth at his lips. He sucked one huge globe dry, then moved to the other, squeezing its fullness with kneading fingers, then biting the nipple gently and sucking till he felt the flow of milk begin again. He sucked harder and harder.
The muscles of the constricting vagina that held them both continued the pulsating pressure that moved him along, and he worked further into the hot steaming tunnel his mouth forced away from the nourishment from Doris's breasts that sustained him, fulfilled him.
He tried to recapture the huge dripping nipple, but could not. His questing mouth found instead, her navel, her belly, the lush foliage that shrouded her cunt. He worked his mouth around, twisting his face from side to side to free his mouth of the dry, tangled hair, until he found the moist, satin skin between. He sucked her clitoris a while, his nose buried in the cleavage below, in the wet opening to her body.
And as he sucked her, he felt her mouth on his cock, pulling as much of it into her mouth as she could, her tongue pressing it, her head bobbing as she worked on it. Her arms were around his body, her hands busy on the cheeks of his ass, fondling, kneading, a finger sliding into the cleft to probe delicately there while her mouth increased its pressure and tempo on his cock.
At the same time he licked along her gash, mouthing it, drinking in the moisture that seeped from it, his tongue probing into the wet hole squirming so deliciously in his face. He too had a finger in the clenched asshole between her soft white cheeks, and he sucked and licked the folds of her cunt; he could feel the tension mount in her body as it did in his own.
And as the tension rose in them both, the tightly constricting vagina that held them convulsed in orgasm, and their bodies were bruised and jerked in the spasmodic convulsions of the sheath while at the same time their own explosions came and rocked them, until it felt as if the whole world was going in one vast trembling mushroom cloud of passion.
He opened his eyes.
"Stud!"
"Aunt Harriet?"
"Yes. It's me." She was lying on the bed with him. Her head was pillowed on his thigh. She had hold of his cock in one hand, was looking at the end of it.
"That was quite a come," she said.
"I came?" he asked weakly.
"My God! You don't know?" She squeezed his cock and shook it in mock anger. "I had an awful time waking you; you were sleeping like a dead man. So I decided to eat you. You woke up for that, all right."
"I did?" he asked, still bewildered.
"It took a while, but you got a real charge off when you came." She sighed contentedly, fondling his balls and base of his cock with one hand. "Ahh, Stud, what I wouldn't give to be eighteen again and meeting you for the first time! I wouldn't let anyone take you away from me."
"Well, thank you, Aunt Harriet." He stretched on the bed and yawned, realizing finally what had happened, relaxing in the aftermath of the passion that had controlled him for a brief while.
He lay there, his mind centered on the sensations that his aunt was now raising in his body. She continued her fondling of his cock and balls and her tongue darted out to lick around the head of his meaty shaft. The sensation was delicately sensual, and he could feel the slow rising warmth in his cock as it began to stir and swell. As it expanded she began to lick more and more energetically until finally she took the head in her mouth and began to suck it gently.
He sighed. After a few more minutes, his prick was standing in full arousal, throbbing with a renewed, aching need. At that point Harriet moved away from his cock and lay back on the bed. She kept one hand on his cock, as if it were a handle, and she tugged at it.
"Come on, Stud. I can't wait any longer. Fuck me now. Please! I want this great huge cock of yours in me, pounding me. Hurry!"
He turned and mounted her, entering her with one thrusting lunge, his loins slapping against hers as his cock was sheathed to the hilt. He drew eight inches of it out and slammed down again, and then again, fucking with a slow tempo, but savagely, withdrawing his cock its full length until the bulbous head trembled between the flushed swollen lips of her cunt, then driving down again with a thud as their bodies came together.
"Oh, God! That's great!" she exulted. "Fuck me slow, make it last, oh, that's so good, that feels so good, so good!"
Her hands clawed at his back and her hips were moving in slow but irresistible fashion, her pelvis rolling and twisting from side to side, tilting her cunt to every imaginable angle while he fucked into her. He too was working his cock in her cunt from a dozen different angles, slanting from side to side and drawing back till the head was trembling between the wet, satin lips and working there for a while before he drove it further.
"All right, all right! God damn it, stop that!"
The voice was outraged, furious, slapping at them at the same time that the room light came on. Stud stopped, frozen in mid-thrust, his head turning to see who was shouting at them from the doorway. It was his Uncle Luke standing there, livid, his fist shaking at them.
"Stop fucking her, Stud! Get off my wife!"
Stud tried to raise his hips, to withdraw his quivering cock from the moist receptacle that held it, but he couldn't. Harriet's arms were locked around his chest, her ankles behind his back.
"Not now, by God!" she cried. "You stay right where you are!"
"Harriet!" Luke was standing by the bed now, looking down at them.
"You go to hell, Luke Lanigan!" she cried. "You've no right to come busting in here like this, into Stud's bedroom."
"Stud's bedroom!" He was outraged.
"Go on, get out of here!" she insisted.
She began to move her hips, and Stud could feel her internal muscles working on his cock.
"Damn it, Harriet, you're my wife! You got no business letting him fuck you this way!"
"Damn you, Luke, I give you all the cunt you want! You got no call to come busting in here while me and Stud are fucking on my own time! Now get out of here!"
"Harriet!" He stared at her, open-mouthed.
"I mean it, Luke! I'm not stopping now for anything. We've gone too far, and since we can't turn the clock back to before he had this big wang of his in me, we're going to finish it!"
"Finish it, Harriet?" he groaned.
"For God's sake, Luke! I can't stop now!"
Her movements had become more vigorous as they talked till they finally reached again the frantic urgency of when he had first come in. Her cunt was a hot vibrating holster for Stud's gun, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and began to fuck into her again. Both of them were oblivious to the man who was leaning over them now.
Luke watched in silence for a few moments, then fumbled at his own pajama bottoms and in an instant had his own stiff cock in his hand, caressing it, fisting it, his hand moving in a slow jacking motion. His eyes were bright as he watched the lean muscular body of Stud working on his wife.
Her feet were flat on the mattress now so that she could get more leverage for her increasingly frantic hip movements. Luke could see Stud's cock as it came out from between the flushed velvet lips of her cunt and then traveled in again in a sledging motion, their loins coming together with a dull slapping sound. Luke groaned and took a tighter grip on his cock and began to jack off in faster and faster tempo, matching the rhythm of the couple on the bed.
"Oh, you've got a nice cock," breathed Harriet.
"I love your pussy, Aunt Harriet, your sweet hot pussy!"
"Oh, Stud! Fuck me faster!"
"I'm coming, Aunt Harriet! I can't hold it back any more! I'm cooommmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"
His hips were moving at blinding speed now, sledging his triphammer of a cock into the soft white pavement of her body, till a thin cry came from her mouth, a cry she stifled by sinking her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, while her own hips went wild.
They thrashed against each other in a paroxysm of passion, his hot come spurting up into her tight cunt while beside the bed Uncle Luke also achieved his orgasm, his sperm shooting onto the writhing, jerking figures before him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
NEITHER ANNA nor Betty could have told anyone how the football game came out afterwards, although they were both there. Betty had left her boy friend early during the game, saying that she needed to go to the John. Once away from her seat, she scanned the stands, trying to figure a way to stir up some action.
She had to get some scores tonight. All week long she had watched and talked to Stud and had come to want him more and more. He was all man�_"good-looking, muscular, with an athletic build. And he was a cocks-man too. She knew that from eavesdropping outside his door at night when he was fucking her stepmother inside. So she wanted him, wanted him badly, wanted his cock in her, fucking her, wanted him with the deep primeval need of a female for a strong male.
And there was more than that too.
There was the need to triumph over her sister. Anna was a year younger than her. It would be a severe blow to her pride�_"to her feeling of being a desirable female�_" to have her younger sister get a greater number of scores. She, with her year's greater experience, she should be able to get more of the fellows interested enough in her to try for a quick conquest, and she was sure ready to be conquered.
"Cold tonight, isn't it?"
She looked up. Standing beside her was a freckle-faced boy who was in her English class.
"Yes, it is," she answered. "You got any ideas on how to keep warm?"
"Jump up and down and root for old Jefferson High."
She made a brackish noise with her lips. "Not in this wind. My legs are freezing now."
He grinned. "The cheerleaders don't seem to mind. And their skirts are shorter than yours�_"although, not much."
Again she made a brackish noise. "Phhht! They've got tights on under theirs, too. That makes a difference."
"And what do you have on under yours?"
She looked up at him for a moment with a teasing smile on her face. "You'll have to find out for yourself, if you really want to know. But not out here in this cold wind."
His eyes brightened and he leered at her. "I've got a car here."
"Why in hell didn't you say so? I told you I was cold."
They took off through the stands and out of the gate to the parking lot behind the school. When they got to the car he looked at her hesitantly for a moment, his hand on the handle of the front door. He dropped his hand, then reached for the back door handle.
"Let's sit in the back," he said. "It's more comfortable."
She shrugged. "Why not?"
Once inside the car he slipped an arm around her shoulder and began to nuzzle her cheek. She sighed and put her open mouth against his, her slick blunt tongue thrusting slowly in and out of his mouth, licking his lips, his teeth, the inside of his mouth. He began to suck her tongue and the blood started to race wildly through her veins.
With his other hand he began to stroke her side, under her coat, gradually working down until his hand was on the full curve of her hip. He gently caressed it while their orgy of tongues continued, her body writhing against his. Minutes passed, and the flushed heat in her loins increased and the blood in her veins pounded till she began to feel lightheaded.
Then slowly he began to stroke her thigh, first over the dress, then finally down lower on her thigh below the edge of her skirt, caressing the bare warm flesh. Her arms tightened around him and her soft spongy tits were flattened against his chest.
He gradually worked his fingers under the skirt and moved them back and forth on the creamy flesh of her leg. Her mouth worked feverishly on his and little mewling noises began deep in her throat. Her legs parted slightly and his fingers slid a little further up her thigh, probing, caressing.
Again her legs moved, further apart now, and his hand curved over the fullness of one thigh, his fingers sliding between her legs, then his hand moved again, closer to her crotch. She tightened her legs on his hand, squeezing it between them, then relaxed the tension and spread them again.
He slid his hand till the edge of it pushed up against the soft fur that shrouded her cunt. She could feel his body stiffen. "You don't have anything on under your skirt," he said in a hushed tone.
"It took you long enough to find out," she said petulantly, and began to kiss him again, her legs opening even wider.
He cupped her box with the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently for a few minutes while she sucked his tongue. After a time he spread the soft plushy lips and began to caress the moist sensitive flesh between the hairy lips.
"That feels good," she murmured.
She squirmed on the seat, wriggling her ass involuntarily as the sensations sent her blood pressure skyrocketing. He kept rubbing the soft spongy folds of her cunt, then found the stubby clitoris and rolled it, pinched it gently, playing with her cunt while she sighed and mewled and dribbled spittle into his sucking mouth.
He straightened finally. "Let me take this jacket off." He shrugged out of his heavy jacket and started to throw it into the front seat. She grabbed his arm.
"No. Keep it. Roll it up. I can use it for a pillow."
"A pillow?"
"Sure. I'll need it, won't I? Aren't you going to fuck me?" Her mouth was a provocative pout.
He rolled the coat up and put it in the corner of the seat behind her, then reached under her skirt again and began to finger her cunt. Her thighs spread further and he stroked their inner surfaces, then roughed her fur and stroked the meaty lips of her cunt.
"Put a finger in," she whispered.
He probed, found the elastic opening of her box, and slid his middle finger in, as far as it would go, till the palm of his hand was tight against her pubic bone. He began to move his finger around in a circle, as far as he could, caressing her wet velvet vagina.
"Oh, God! That feels good, so good!"
She was leaning back on the seat now, her head back, eyes closed, her lower lip pushed out in a pouting smile. After a few minutes of his finger-fucking her, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Do you want me to play with your cock?"
"Why�_"why, sure."
She reached for it, squeezing it through his pants, then opened his fly and took it out. He was hard, and the end of his cock was juicy where his fluids had begun seeping out. She stroked the length of the shaft, then the end of it with her fingertips.
"You got a nice cock," she whispered.
She skinned the foreskin back from the head, then worked it back and forth over the ridge of his glans. He sighed throatily.
"Would you like to fuck me now?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes!" he replied in a low moan.
"Did you ever fuck a girl before?" she asked.
He hesitated. "No. No, I never did."
"I didn't think so," she said, matter-of-factly. "You've been too bashful. Most guys would have fucked me once already and been working on the second one."
"I'm sorry."
"For God's sake, don't be sorry! I like to be played with for a long time like this. It makes the fucking that much better afterwards." She closed her fist on his cock and gave it an affectionate little shake. "You got a nice cock. I bet it's more than six inches."
"Six and a half," he said.
"It's nice." She kept rubbing his cock, running her hand up and down the barrel, fondling the balls beneath.
"What�_"what do you want me to do?"
"Here�_"let me get settled, then I'll help you put it in."
He pulled his finger from her slimy hole and she lay back on the seat, her head pillowed on his rolled-up jacket, one leg over the back of the front seat, the other raised so that her foot pressed against the roof of the car. He leaned over her and she grabbed his cock, guiding it into her seething swamp.
"That's it. Push it in�_"all the way�_"but slow. It's big, you've got a nice big thick juicy cock and I want it all in me, every loving inch of it, deep in my cunt, but slow�_"that's it, work it around, then pull it back a little and then push it in again and work it around then ease it back and then push it on in further�_"aaagggghhh!"
Her cunt was hot and tight and he thrust till his loins were flush against hers, their pelvic bones grinding together.
"Oh, that feels so good," she breathed.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Not a thing," she said. "Not now. You just leave everything to me for a while."
She began working her internal muscles and he could feel the moving tension on his stiff, vibrant cock as she exerted a milking pressure. In a way, he thought, it was like jacking off, but with a warm velvet tightness that was the most exquisite sensation that he had ever known.
"Look, don't come," she begged. "Please don't come if you can help it. Think about anything but your cock�_"think about football, about the weather, but try not to come for a while. Hold it off as long as you possibly can."
And she fucked him slowly, her muscles working with a steady deliberation, very gradually increasing the tempo of their movements in a slow crescendo, very slowly faster, faster, faster, till they became almost violent, the cheeks of her ass flexing and tightening and her hips beginning to buck up till he had something of the feeling of a rodeo cowboy on a wild mustang.
"Hang on," she murmured. The minutes passed as she worked, and he took his lower lip between his teeth and bit, the pain filling his mind and holding off the explosion building in his groin.
The mewling noises had been coming from her, louder and louder now, and finally she cried, "Fuck me, now! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
And he responded like a trained seal on cue, his hips lunging down as he fucked into her. He had his feet braced against the door of the car. He needed no further instruction, instinct taking over as, with his feet braced, he began to drive long and deep into her, pounding her ass down into the seat with a violence that shook the car.
His hips traveled in a swinging arc as he withdrew his cock its full length, then slammed it down again, his body slapping against hers. Her mewlings grew louder and louder and turned into cries.
"Ohhh! Oooohhhhh! Faster, harder, oh, that's good, so good! Oooohhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Aaagggh! I'm coooommmmiiiiiinnngggggg!" And she convulsed as he buried his cock deep in her belly with one final, violent lunge, the hot sperm boiling up from his balls to shoot scaldingly into her, triggering her own spasms.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AFTERWARDS HE lay on her, exhausted, shaken by the fury of the storm that had passed over him.
"That was nice, wasn't it?" she murmured, nibbling on his ear.
"Oh, yes!" His cock was still in her and the warm pressure of her cunt filled him with pleasure. "I don't ever want to take my cock out of you. I want to keep it there forever."
"Mmmmm. It feels good in me."
"I want to fuck you again, Betty. Again and again and again."
"Mmmm. You're sweet." She nibbled his ear. "But that's not practical. Not tonight, anyway. I have to go to the John. I really do. And then I have to find my boy friend. He's probably having a fit wondering what's happened to me. Why don't you call me some time?"
She extricated herself from his embrace, feeling somewhat like a girl scout. She'd done her good deed for the evening, broken in a boy who was going to have a lot of fun with his cock from now on, and she hoped some of that fun would be with her.
Then, too, she'd gotten one ahead of Anna for the week. Of course, she couldn't rest there, because Anna was out in the stands too, just as eager to win their private contest. No, she couldn't rest on her laurels. She'd better go back in the stands and try to find another boy with a car.
So she went to the John, and when she came out she ducked her new conquest who was eagerly waiting for her with throbbing balls and a half-hard cock. By the time she got home that night she had five more scores to add to the five she'd started the day with�_"three during the game and the two boys who took her home after her date had got mad and left early.
Anna's luck hadn't been so good. She was young, with such a little-girl look that a lot of the males ignored her. To the upperclassmen she was a kid, a baby, and they would respond to her tentative advances with grins and jokes, then walk away in pursuit of older girls with fuller breasts and wider hips. Anna's crotch began to ache and burn with a frustrated hunger for a boy's body between her thighs, thrusting into her.
She thought of Stud, and of crawling between the sheets with him, to grab his cock and play with it, to have him riding her. And she thought about the five boys she'd scored with during the week in her race with Betty to see who was going to get Stud first.
She relived each experience in her mind, and her loins throbbed with a rising passion as her memory and her glands re-created each sensation in anticipation of similar experiences to come. And as the end of the game neared she seethed with frustrated sexual passion made stronger by glimpses she had caught of her sister Betty making her way back and forth from the parking lot, each time with a different boy. It began to look very much as if Betty were going to be the winner of their make-out contest.
The game was nearly over when she had her bright idea. Jefferson High was triumphant that night by a lopsided score, and their partisans poured from the stands and into the night like a covey of raucous birds flushed from hiding. The night was filled with cries and blaring horns, and the players were jubilant as they showered and dressed.
The coach spoke briefly to them, praising their efforts, and told them to enjoy the weekend, they had a right to whoop it up a little. They trooped out to the bus then and piled in for the journey to their home grounds, for the game had been played with their traditional rivals from the other side of the county and the thirty-five man traveling squad had come as a unit to their rivals' stadium.
The bus pulled out and started on its journey home, the boys in the front singing and laughing and recounting their tales of prowess in the game. In the very back of the bus there was quietness among the little group of young athletes clustered there.
"You could get in trouble this way," said one with a note of concern in his voice.
"Don't tell on me, then," said Anna with a dimpled smile.
"How'd you get in anyway?"
"It wasn't hard. I just walked in when nobody was around and then curled up in the back here till you boys started to come in."
"Well, what's the big idea anyway? We don't want any girls on our bus."
"Why not?" she asked softly. "Most of the boys I know like to play with girls."
"Yeah," said a burly lineman. "What's the matter with girls?"
"But on the bus?" His question was a feeble protest now as it was plain that the weight of opinion favored the presence of Anna.
"But she's just a kid," said another.
"Why'd you sneak on board? Just tell us, that."
"I'm a loyal Jeffersonian." She grinned. "I'm so proud of you boys for winning that I just wanted to congratulate you all�_"in person."
"Hey! What's this?"
One of the youths held up a pair of black nylon panties in one hand and in the other a brassiere. Another of the youths straightened up and displayed a blue print dress.
Anna giggled. "Don't lose them. I'll need them when I go home or my folks will have a fit."
"You mean they're yours?"
"Unless somebody else on the bus can wear them." She giggled again.
She was sitting back in the corner of the seat, her coat buttoned up to her neck and covering her down to her knees. As they watched her she reached up a hand and undid the top button, then the next. A hush spread over the youths and half a dozen pairs of eyes were glued to the opening of her coat.
She undid the last button, then spread the coat, revealing her nubile nakedness. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, soft round mounds of satin-smooth, cream-colored skin, crowned with large spiked nipples, set in dark aureoles, that were more provocative because of the contrast in color and texture. Her belly was gently rounded with a deep navel, and below, a dark fur triangle at the juncture of her thighs.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
A half dozen sharply-drawn breaths and muffled comments answered her.
"I said I wanted to thank you boys in person," she said. "I meant it, I really did."
"And just how did you plan to do that?" asked a hoarse voice.
She pouted prettily. "I think it's only fair that the boys who scored out there on that football field should score right here with me."
"I scored two touchdowns." One eager youth pressed forward.
"Heavens! You're so big! Make a little room for us, will you?" asked Anna, and she and the broad shouldered young fullback had the length of the rear seat to themselves.
Still smiling at him, she settled down till she was flat on the seat, her coat brushed back to the sides, her legs spread.
"Will you look at that!" exclaimed one young man as the fullback put his hand forward and began to caress the cunt of the prone girl.
Do whatever you want," she said huskily. "I'm ready now. You don't have to get me ready."
He had found that out as his fingers had sunk into the hot moist swamp between her legs, the flowing joy juice saturating the matted curls and covering the flushed, plushy folds of her cunt.
Without a word he opened his pants and positioned himself over her. She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it into the seething passage. She was hot and open and flooded with passion juice, and his cock sank to the hilt with one lunging thrust and immediately she began to buck and thrust upward with driving hip action.
He caught the rhythm of her movements and began to sledge into her, his body slapping against hers in the primitive, instinctive ritual dance of love.
"What's going on back there?" the bus driver called, seeing movements and turmoil in his rear-view mirror, but unable to make out what was happening.
"Nothing. Just horsing around."
"Take it easy." he called, his eyes going back to the road ahead. Crazy kids, he thought. But I guess they got a right to bust loose a little after the way they won this one tonight.
The boys in the back stayed in the aisle of the bus and sang and watched the action on the seat. The burly fullback who was fucking Anna didn't last long. Her cunt was hot and grasping, and he was young, and it took only a minute or two of fast swinging action before he exploded, his come shooting into her depths.
"Ooooohhh!" she groaned, her body teetering on the brink, just short of the explosion that would have given her release.
"I'm next," said a slim dark youth who had played at left half for most of the game and had scored one touchdown in a long punt runback.
Anna clasped him to her with eager arms and legs that locked around his body as he thrust into her. He began more slowly, fucking into her with a long steady stroke, his cock slanting in a hundred different angles as his hips swung from side to side and rotated in a circular pattern, grinding his cock around and into her twitching cunt.
Anna's body flared up in quick response, her pelvis jerking and twisting, thrusting her cunt up at him in a hundred different ways, fucking back desperately in an effort to achieve the climax denied her with the first boy. Her new partner lasted no longer than had the first, brought to orgasm quickly by the delicious, voluptuous action of her cunt on his ramrod of hot, hard flesh, but it was long enough for Anna. They came together, and as he got off her she smiled up in satisfaction at the faces that surrounded her.
"That was nice," she said. "I'm so proud of you all. I want to show my appreciation to all of you that I can. Is there anyone else who scored in that game and now wants to score in this one?"
"God, yes!" And another youth with a bared stiff prick eased himself down onto her, between her spread, tensed legs.
"I'm next," said a black youth.
"Hey, man! I don't know about this," said the youth who'd just gotten off.
"Well, she said she wanted to thank all of us�_"and first the ones who'd scored. Well, I scored, didn't I? I made a thirty-yard run, didn't I?"
"Sure, man. Hell, you're one of the boys. But I don't know about this."
"What's the matter? Don't you think she's got an integrated cunt?"
"Man!" He looked pained. "I'm just saying, maybe we should ask her after Billy's through with her�_"you know, if it's okay with her."
"I figure she's already asked me." He was grinning a wide, toothy smile. "And I'm getting ready for her."
He had his pants open and his cock in his hand and he turned to watch the action on the seat. His fingers were closed around his wang in a tight-fisted grip, and as he watched Anna getting fucked before him he jacked off with a deliberate haste, his come shooting into his handkerchief before Anna and the youth with her were through.
"What's the idea of jacking off first?" asked one of the boys at his elbow.
"I want a real piece of ass," he answered softly. "None of these half-minute quickies for me. Now I got the load off my nuts I can spend a few minutes really ramming out that hot white pussy. I'm gonna give her a fuck she's gonna remember."
After the third youth got off Anna she sighed and looked up to see who was next, her eyes widening at the sight of the broad black face that was over hers. He was between her thighs; he held the head of his cock against the puffed lips of her cunt and rubbed the head of it up and down the wet furrow.
"You object to fucking black?" he asked softly.
"I�_"I never thought about it." Her eyes were wide and a cold knot of something like fear chilled the sexual torment in her loins.
"You see me make that touchdown run?"
"No. No, I didn't see it."
He rubbed the black, meaty head of his cock along her cunt for a minute, then rested it against the wet elastic opening that was seeping forth the come and juice of the boys who'd already fucked her.
"Well, don't matter if you saw it. I scored all right. And you said that's all we needed to peel off a piece of your ass." He exerted a little pressure, the black head of his cock sliding into her pink pussy.
"Does that feel any different than a white one?" he asked.
"No," she said. "It feels good."
"You mind me fucking you?" He moved his hips experimentally, his cock sliding a little way in and out of her dripping quim.
"No. It's all right."
"You see, I don't want to live next door to you." His grin widened. "I just want to fuck you."
"Don't be so damned defensive about being black, then," she answered him. "And fuck me as if you really wanted to."
Her feet locked behind his knees and pulled him down at the same time her ass muscles tightened and her pelvis bucked up, helping him seat his cock in her. Her arms tightened around his neck and her open mouth found and shut his, their tongues meeting and parrying each other's.
He began his fuck slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt on his throbbing shaft. He was well hung too, with a good seven inches and more of rock-hard black meat, and he gave her all of it, grinding down till his pelvic bone rubbed hers, then backing off to the entry of her cunt and slowly working down into her again.
She was writhing like a bucket of snakes, and he nuzzled in her neck, his hips moving faster and faster, in an accelerated rhythm, his cock swinging in and out of the hot nest between her legs like a racing pendulum. She began to moan and cry.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder... oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, so good... sweet, sweet cock... drive that big carriage of yours right up my glory road and take me to paradise... sock it to me, sock it to me, harder, harder, harder, ugh, ugh, ughhh, agghhh!"
The boys around them lifted their voices in song, to mask the cries of passion and the slapping of bare flesh on bare flesh.
She had ten of the team members before the bus pulled in to the school parking lot, and then was smuggled out of the bus and to a waiting car where another fifteen team members had a go at her before dropping her off in front of her house, tired and triumphant. On the porch she met her sister Betty who had gotten home only a minute before, and was just opening the front door.
"Nice timing," said the older girl. "Who dropped you off? I didn't recognize the car."
"I don't know who it belonged to," confessed Anna. "One of the boys on the football team." They were in the living room now, and Betty closed the door and turned to her younger sister with a look of faint surprise.
"Didn't you ask him his name?"
"It wasn't a him. It was a they."
"What do you mean, they? It wasn't the whole football team, was it?" She laughed, then looked at Anna with the dawn of a horrible suspicion. Not in that one little car! It couldn't have been."
"Oh, no. There were only four or five in the car."
"Four or five?"
"Yes. Of course, some of them had to go home right away. Their parents were waiting to pick them up."
"That's just some of them," said Betty with a sinking feeling, her exhilaration at having scored five times now dissipated.
"Yes," said Anna with satisfaction. "I had most of them."
"Most of the football team, you mean?"
"That's right. Ten on the bus and fifteen in a car behind the school."
"My God! You got on the team bus?"
"Yes." She looked complacently at her sister's face. It told her what she wanted to know without questions being asked. Although she had been reasonably sure even before�_"after all, a whole football team. She had won the contest and big Stud Lanigan was hers!
"The whole goddamned football team!" said Betty with awe.
"Give me a hand upstairs, will you?" Anna winced. "I'm sore. Some of those linemen are really big."
"You poor kid! You need a lot of rest after that. I guess you won't be able to handle Stud tomorrow night."
"Up your kazoo! I'll be fine by then. You just figure out how we're going to keep Ma in her own bedroom, and I'll take care of dear cousin Stud!"
They were at the stairway then, and a shout from the bedrooms beyond brought them both running up the stairs. The door to Stud's bedroom was open and they saw their father standing just inside with a shotgun in his hands, white and shaking, glaring at Stud and Harriet, who lay naked in bed.
Stud rolled and hit the floor running, brushing past the girls and taking the stairway down in two great leaps. Luke pointed the shotgun over his head and pulled the trigger. There was a thunderous roar as the pellets smashed into the ceiling, galvanizing Stud into greater effort, and he vanished across the living room and out the door.
Harriet was on her knees in the bed, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at her husband. "My God, Luke! What's come over you?"
"I won't have it," he said firmly. "Nobody's going to fuck you in this house but me. You might have had him once, but you're not going to have him again. He's not sleeping in this house no more!"
"But, Luke! You stood there and let him finish!"
"That's before I saw what he was using on you." His eyes were round as saucers. "It's not decent for a man to have as much cock as that and I sure ain't gonna let you get used to having anything like that put in you!"
Anna looked at Betty in dismay as the sound of the old Model B Ford faded in the distance.
"Tough," said Betty philosophically. "After all you went through to win and now the prize is gone."
Anna couldn't say anything. Her eyes mirrored despair as she went slowly into her own room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE NEXT MORNING Dave looked quizzically at his younger brother over the breakfast table.
"I just can't picture Uncle Luke flaring up and getting mad just over you messing up a brake job. And it was kind of a delayed reaction too, wasn't it? Coming after you with a shotgun at two o'clock in the morning when you messed up the brake job twelve hours earlier?" He shook his head. "Sure don't sound like Uncle Luke. There must be something more to it than that. Something you're not telling me."
"That's all. Honest, Dave. That's all." He glanced up nervously at his sister-in-law, who smiled at him and filled his coffee cup again.
She was petite in height, not more than five feet tall, with a tiny waist that he was sure he could have clasped his hands around. The rest of her was full woman-sized though, from big thrusting breasts that pointed up and out, to wide, flaring hips and broad, gently rounded loins, with curving cushions for her ass that made his fingers twitch.
Stud sighed as he thought how much he'd changed in the last week, how he measured every female he saw against Aunt Harriet or Doris, and wondered how she'd be in bed with her legs wrapped around him and her hot box clamped tightly around his cock. Here he was in his brother's kitchen, with heat rising in his loins at sight of his brother's wife. He had sure changed in the last week! He returned his attention to Dave.
"Well, look, Stud, boy. You're going to stay here, of course. But it looks like you got to start looking for a new job." He paused, frowning. "I tell you what. That garage business is a big pain and you're never going to make any real money at it. Just wages, that's all. Now, you told me that you come to the city to make your fortune, is that right?"
"Yes, Dave, it sure is." He was impressed by the breezy fluency of his older brother. Dave was smaller than Stud, darker, with a lean handsomeness, and was quick and voluble. Stud worshipped him.
"I don't know why in the world you went to Uncle Luke's anyway."
"I told you about the car, Dave. And besides, I was always a pretty good mechanic."
"Yeah, well, that's in the past, boy. Edith and I are glad you're here. Aren't we, Edith?"
"Yes, honey." She smiled down at her husband from behind his chair, her hands resting on his shoulders, the lush melons of her breasts bracketing his head. Stud tore his eyes away.
"I'm working today," continued Dave. "I got several calls to make. I want you to go with me and I'll show you how to make some real money." He grinned. "Would you believe a hundred, two hundred dollars, on a Saturday?"
Stud gulped as he thought of the dollar and a half an hour at which his uncle had started him.
When they were in the car, Dave tried to question him further about the reason for his uncle running him off, but Stud refused to say anything more. He just hoped that the truth never came out. He wouldn't be able to face his brother; certainly he'd never be able to go home again, if everyone found out that his Uncle Luke had driven him from his house with a shotgun because he had found him fucking Aunt Harriet. Stud's only hope was to keep quiet and pray that Uncle Luke would also keep still about the details. After all, it was something that he shouldn't want talked about, either. Let it be known that they had a falling out, and let it stop there.
The day of a direct salesman was fascinating to Stud. Dave had several calls to chase, leads he'd picked up, but he said it was a little early for that and he'd take time to do a little cold turkey door-rapping to show Stud how it was done. He picked a suburban street where the houses weren't too big and where there were a lot of tricycles and wagons and other toys in most of the yards.
"Shows it's a young neighborhood," he explained. "Young families that are buying things. They're a prime market."
He pulled the car up at the end of a street and began knocking on doors, chatting breezily when someone answered. The fifth door was answered by a jolly fat girl with two youngsters hanging on her skirts. She was willing to let them in for a demonstration and Dave went back to the car, brought in a vacuum cleaner, and put on a fast demo. He didn't sell it, but the fat girl was drooling for it and said if she hadn't bought a Kenmore a couple of months before she'd buy it for sure. When Dave found out how new her cleaner was he packed up quick and got out of there.
As he explained to Stud, "Sometimes they let you in just because they're lonely and don't have anybody to talk to. Maybe their husband hollered at them that morning because they burnt the toast. Hell, you don't know. But it doesn't matter. You got that old law of averages working for you. You go in and put on a hell of a demo and you're going to sell one out of four easy, no matter why they let you in." He paused for a moment, then added pridefully: "With a little experience you generally do a little better."
Stud gaped when Dave told him how much he made on a good clean deal, and the extra money from the bonus arrangement.
After that one demo they started hitting leads, and at the second place they stopped a slim, dark-haired girl let them in. She looked at them shyly from behind a wall of long, black hair that kept falling over her face, and which she kept brushing nervously back. She was pretty, with dark eyes that flashed with quick humor, lighting up her whole face when she smiled.
Stud sat back unobtrusively in a corner of the living room while Dave demo'd the cleaner, noting the way he threw in such leading questions as, "Do you like this feature, Mrs. Harris?" and, "If you had this, would you use it, Mrs. Harris?" He had her saying yes throughout the demo, getting her in a positive, affirmative mood.
She mentioned that her husband might not like it, and Dave asked if he'd be home soon. She laughed, one of those quick brilliant laughs that lit her face.
"I hope so! He's been overseas for almost six months now."
"In the army?"
"Yes. Vietnam. It'll be months before he's home again."
"Lonely for you, I'll bet."
"Drives me wild sometimes. Like that song�_"counting flowers on the wall."
"I feel for you, honey," said Dave sympathetically. "A gal gets to hurting after so long. Of course, you probably got a lot of girl friends to yak with, but that's not the same, is it?"
"I don't even have that," she replied mournfully. "This is my husband's home town, not mine. Oh, I know a couple of people here, and then there's my in-laws, but that's all."
"Too bad. A chick that's as sharp and pretty as you shouldn't dry up and die on the vine like this." He chuckled. "You ought to buy one of these machines of mine, and at least I could stop by once or twice a week for a cup of coffee and to see if it's still running, and break the monotony for you."
She laughed too, warmly, little flecks of light flashing in the depths of her eyes. "Sure. Just picture me writing to my husband and telling him I bought a vacuum cleaner to get the company of the salesman."
"Don't tell him, honey. Just do it." He paused. "Say, there's one last feature I haven't shown you." he stood up. "Where's the bedroom?"
"The bedroom?" She stood up, facing him, and brushed the long mane of hair to the side of her face. Her eyebrows were arched.
"Yes." He grinned. "Don't get all nervous. I'm not going to do anything you don't like. I just want to show you how you can renovate your mattress. Seriously."
He followed her into the bedroom, turned back the covers and pulled enough of the sheet back to expose a section of the mattress. She watched him through narrowed eyes as he ran the cleaner over the exposed mattress. When he showed her how much dust and other material he'd collected on the test cloth her eyes widened and took on a shocked look.
"You mean all that was in my mattress?"
"It sure was. Now, you don't want to sleep on that, do you?"
"Heavens, no!"
"Now, let me show you how to use it, honey. Come on, don't be bashful." He had her lean over the bed with the cleaner while he stayed behind her, his arms around her like a golf teacher showing a student the proper grip on a club. Stud watched in wide-eyed silence from the doorway as his brother closed in, his loins pressed tight against the exquisitely curved ass of the dark girl.
"Like this?" She was moving the cleaner back and forth.
"Mmm, mmm! Just exactly like that! Now put your hand flat on the mattress. I want you to feel that vibration. There, right beside the nozzle. Feel it? The vibration?"
"I feel it." She giggled. He was tight against her ass, and the pressure and warmth of her body against his aroused his cock till it was stiff and throbbing as it rubbed against her upturned bottom.
"The vibration?"
"Not exactly." She giggled again. "Although I guess it's vibrating at that. Hey! Don't lean against me so hard! You're knocking me over."
"Let me hold you up." He put both hands on her body, cupping her tits, pulling her back against his chest.
"That's not fair," she protested. "I feel trapped! You've got me up against this damn bed and I can't go forward and I can't back up."
"Hell, why go anywhere, honey? Whatever we need, we got right here." He began to knead and squeeze the round soft tits that filled his hands, and at the same time he moved his hips from side to side so that his stiff cock rolled back and forth across the plush cushions of her ass.
She switched the vacuum cleaner off and pushed it to one side, then fell forward on the bed beside it. Dave lowered himself onto her, nuzzling into the thick hair at the nape of her neck.
"You better cut it out," she said.
"You know," he said, ignoring her words, "I didn't think you wore any bra. You got gorgeous tits. They stick right up like mortar shells. And they feel great. Gorgeous tits."
"Can it. You got to cut it out. I mean it now." Her voice was muffled as she talked into the mattress.
"Sure, sure," he said soothingly. "Relax. A beautiful girl like you can't just sit around on the shelf and get stale." He paused. "You need a few kicks, a little fun."
"You'd better go," she whispered hoarsely. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"I know. Maybe we shouldn't. But that's life, honey. It's the things we shouldn't do that are the most fun, that make life worth living. A few kicks, just a few kicks. Nobody'll ever know."
He pulled his hands from under her body, away from her breasts, and placed them on her fanny, rubbing it. She lay still, her head pillowed in her arms. After a minute he reached over and put the vacuum cleaner on the floor, loosened his tie, and began stroking and fondling her ass again.
Stud's breath became ragged and hoarse as he watched Dave's hands slide down to the edge of her skirt, which had been pulled up till it was just at the crease of her ass, where the rounds of her cheeks met her thighs. He rolled her skirt up, exposing the white, mounded cushions. She had worn no panties, nothing under the skirt.
"My God, what a beautiful ass," he said. "You got a gorgeous ass, honey. Alone for six months! What a waste, what a terrible waste!"
He leaned forward and began to kiss the trembling mounds with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Stud saw the muscles in her cheeks flex and tighten and she began to writhe on the bed.
"Please don't," she whispered in a tone so low that Stud could hardly hear it.
Dave ignored her words and continued kissing her fanny. He slid one hand between her thighs and pressed forward till his fingers had found her cunt and began fondling the soft, plushy lips of it. She moaned and wriggled and her legs spread further apart.
He slid his other hand under her belly and urged her upwards. Her ass raised as she drew her knees up under her. Her thighs were still somewhat spread and her cunt was exposed, the fluted cherry lips flushed and swollen between the thick mat of curls on either side.
"What a waste," repeated Dave. "I can't believe it. This gorgeous can on the shelf for six months. Don't do that any more, honey. It's not fair to me or any other hungry guys around. What's even worse, it's not fair for you."
His fingers were probing at the soft coral crack, moist now from the seepage of her passion water. He fondled and rubbed the lips on either side, rolled the stubby clitoris between thumb and forefinger, then used both hands to push the fleshy outer lips wide and gazed tenderly at the wet, puckered opening that nestled in the valley between.
"I can't believe it, honey. Six months. I'll bet you're hot right now. I'll bet this love box of yours is really ready to make music, isn't it? Tell me, is it really over six months since you did it? Since you had a hot cock working in this sweet, juicy pussy? Really?"
"Yes, yes!" came her muffled reply, and her ass weaved slowly from side to side; he could see her flex her muscles as the tension mounted in her.
"It won't be long now, baby. You're going to love what I'm going to do to you, honey. Your great long sweet juicy snatch! Gorgeous cunt," he said, and he bent his head forward, his tongue darting out to lick smoothly up the shallow valley of her pussy, between the flushed lips, then down again.
He had hold of her thighs with both hands, holding her while he licked hungrily at her cunt. His tongue worked sensuously up one side and down the other, back and forth in the valley, worrying the hole, then darting into the seething vagina as far as he could thrust it. He licked furiously, tonguing her, blowing into her cunt, while he moved one hand so that he had a finger in her asshole; and at the same time that he was licking and sucking her cunt, he reamed and played with a finger in her rectum.
She moaned and cried, her hips jerking in reaction to the exquisite sensations he was creating in her body. The muscles in her belly and thighs and ass began to flex and twitch as she began the climb toward climax. Dave felt it beginning in her, and he raised his head from the upturned snatch and grabbed her by the hips, rolling her over onto her back.
He grinned down in her passion-wracked face and grabbed the edge of her skirt. "Come on, take it all off, honey. I can't play with you the way I want to when you got all that cloth on you."
She wriggled out of the dress and threw it from her while Dave stood by the bed and quickly stripped. When he was naked he threw himself onto her passionate body, kissing her mouth, her neck; tonguing her breasts, sucking the swollen turgid nipples while she jerked and rolled under him as if she were trying to get comfortable on a bed of hot coals.
"Oh, please!" she gasped. "Please, please, please! Don't make me wait any more! I want it now, want it in me!"
"It's been a long time, has it, honey?"
He was between her spread thighs, his stiff prick lying in the valley between her labia. He slowly moved back and forth, his dong sliding up and down the moistened cleft, its friction in her flushed, velvet genitals exciting her to new frenzy. She thrashed and bucked, trying to get his cock inside her.
"Too long, too long! I want to be fucked now! Now, please, fuck me! I want your cock in me, pour it to me, please, please, fuck me now!" Her voice died out in a dribbling whimper.
He drew his hips up and positioned the head of his cock between her pouty, fluted lips and with one vigorous, savage thrust, he sheathed his sword to its hilt, deep in the quivering sheath of her body.
She gave a long shuddering sigh and immediately began to move, her hips bucking frantically up, her pelvis a tortured, sensation-wracked instrument of pleasure as she fucked him wildly, bucking till she almost threw him off her. His cock was hard and long, almost eight inches of thick solid, bone-hard meat, and she fucked it desperately, as if it were the last cock she'd ever have; as though this were the last glorious fuck of her life.
She was too hot to last, and her movements hit a crescendo that soon peaked as she hit her climax. But before she could subside into the blessed relief of the aftermath of her come, Dave picked up the rhythm, grasped her by the shoulders, and began to drive his great cock hard and deep into her belly.
"You want a fuck," he cried. "I'll fuck you, honey, and when I'm through, you'll know you've been fucked."
His cock traveled its full length in and out of her steaming channel, his body slamming against hers as she shuddered and twitched spasmodically under him. A thin scream came from her mouth as he hit his stride and triphammered his cock into the soft pink pavement of her pussy. Her head rolled to one side and her mouth fell open as the emotional impact of repeated orgasm became too much, and for a second she blacked out.
He lay still for a moment till the tremors in his body subsided, then slowly withdrew his cock and got up. She lay there looking at him through eyes almost shut, a sensual smile on her mouth.
"You don't have to leave yet, do you?" she whispered. "Like I told you, it's been six months."
"I tell you what," he said. "You buy that vacuum cleaner and I'll stop in to see you in a couple of days again. We can take up where we left off today." He looked at her admiringly. "You're sure something. You're the greatest! I tell you, after six months without it, you sure know how to break a drought!"
She stirred in the bed, her pelvis working, her knees drawn up and the flushed pouting lips of her cunt opened and smiling up at him. "If I buy that vacuum cleaner, will you really stop to see me again?"
"Are you kidding? You're the greatest action I've had in more than six months myself, and it isn't because I haven't tried. You got the best educated pussy I've ever had. After today, you won't be able to keep me away."
"Can't you stay a little longer now? Please?"
"Gee, I really�_"." His head had turned and his eyes fell on his brother who stood by the door. "Stud! I forgot about you, boy. You want to give her a jump while I make out the papers and get her a new machine from the car?"
"Hey!" The startled girl raised up on one elbow. "I didn't say anything about him!"
But Stud had needed no further urging. By the time Dave had finished speaking his pants had been dropped to the floor, and before the dark haired girl on the bed could move or make any further protest he was on her, his outsized cock beginning its entry into the juice-running, hot, hairy swamp between her thighs.
"Cut it out!" she cried. "You big ox, get off of me... Oh, God, that's big... oh, oh, don't, don't, oh, that hurts!... Don't stop it now!... Please, that's far enough... oh, oh, ooohhhhh... you'll split me with that big meat axe... I can't take any more... oh, ohhh, ughh... don't slam that in me any further... please, you'll tear me... oh, oh, ugh... ooooooohhhhhhh!... that's so big... so big... take it easy... that's it, move it slow... in and out, real easy now... I've never had a cock like that in me in my whole life... that's it, slow, baby, slow... that feels so good... my God, it feels like it's going clear through me, clear up to my heart... that's it, that's the way, all the way, grind it down in there... I want all of it, all that hot sweet meat... that's it, baby, stroke it longer now, and when you sink it, bury that bone!... That's it, bury it all the way... sock it to me, throw it into me, throw it up my cunt till you drive it home all the way... aaaggghhh!... So sweet, great driving cock, big man, big hammer, pound me with your hammer, big man, pound me to pieces, drive me to the moon... oh, oh, oh!... My God, that's good... faster, faster, stroke it longer, stroke it deeper, out, that's it, all the way, then sledge it home... ugh... pound me... aaagggghhhh, I can't stand it... uh, uh... ooooohhhh... I'm... coooommmmiiinnnngggg!... UGH!... ooooooooooo... "
And her voice dribbled into nothing, the bed shaking in creaking fury as he exploded his cream deep in her belly and collapsed in a final paroxysm of motion.
On their way home late that afternoon, Dave looked over at his younger brother critically. "Well, what did you think of it?"
"It was great, really great." He shook his head in awe. "I never thought selling would be anything like that."
"Which part did you like the best? My getting two sales, or the pussy we ran into?" He chuckled at the memory. "The money! Do you sell two every day?"
"No. Some days you miss altogether. Hell, I've put on six demos some days and never sold a thing. On the other hand, some days I've put on four demos and sold every one. It averages out."
"Tell me again what you made today."
"Well, with the bonus points I'm working for, it's right around a hundred dollars. How's that for one day's pay?"
"It's great!"
"And made a sweet, tight little pussy too." He grinned. "That's bonus points they don't tell you about in the office."
"Are you really going back to see her?"
"Maybe." He shrugged. "If I'm close and want a piece of ass. But it's not likely. You run into too much of it. I've got to save something to take home to mama, too."
"Is that really what made her buy the sweeper?"
"Sure. If I hadn't thrown a fuck into her, she never would have bought the damned thing. You'd be surprised how many sweepers I've sold by being fast with a stiff dong."
"You mean like today?"
"Sure. You've got no idea how many lonely women there are, and not just those whose husbands are overseas. You see, men get all involved in their work and sports and politics and all the rest of it. Women live in a narrower world. They spend more time in the home and their thoughts are closer to their bodies, thinking about food and comfort and emotions and bodily feelings."
"I never thought of it like that."
"Well, it's true. So their husbands go off to work and their kids go to school, all involved in the outside world, and they sit at home with their bodies and their soap operas and if somebody comes along that'll give 'em a smile and a few laughs they open up like spring flowers.
"Some of 'em you can come right out and tell, like I did this one today, that if they buy the damn cleaner you'll keep coming back to see 'em; others you just sweet talk, make 'em feel like they're being courted again, fuck 'em if you can, that makes them real warm and loving. A lot of times they'll buy the damn cleaner then, and even if they don't you've got a piece of ass out of it for your trouble. Of course, you have to judge 'em. You'll learn after a while. You can tell by the way they look at you, by their voices, what they say, whether your best approach is to try and score with them, or to play it straight." He paused.
"Most of the time, if their husband or kids aren't around, the best bet is to try and score."
"Wow." Stud shook his head.
"And you've got the equipment for it. You ought to be a real world beater. But be careful."
"Careful?"
"Yeah. You got too much cock for one man. Go easy with it. You throw that cock into some of these women and they'll leave their husbands and follow you home." He chuckled.
Stud looked through the windshield into a future bright with promise. If what Dave said was true, he had been right to come to the city to seek his fortune. He had the talent to achieve whatever he wanted.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE FOLLOWING MONDAY Stud worked all day with Dave again. They only sold one cleaner, but they got their rocks off in two houses. The first one was with a middle-aged woman who flirted outrageously with them, fucked them both vigorously and expertly, then showed them a brand new vacuum cleaner she had just bought and told them to stop a year later, when she might be ready to trade.
After they left the house, Dave shrugged and said that it was something you had to expect once in a while, and at least the stop hadn't been a total loss, she'd been a real good piece of ass.
The next place they put on a demo was in the home of a newly-married girl who had her younger sister visiting with her. She didn't own a cleaner, she said. The two girls both laughed and giggled while Dave demo'd the sweeper and were eager to see the mattress demonstration. Stud took the newlywed, while on the other half of the bed Dave screwed the younger sister, both of them fucking like little mad minks. The girls wanted to go again but Dave pleaded another appointment, took the deposit and the signed contract, and left.
In the car he said, "Phew! Sometimes I wonder if I can take the pressure. I'd have liked to fuck her again, but when you've got a hot wife at home you can't leave it all in the customer's houses."
On Tuesday Stud checked out his equipment, loaded up his Model B Ford and started out by himself. Working alone, he blanked Tuesday and Wednesday, without either a sale or a piece of ass. Nothing daunted, he started out Thursday with high hopes and in a new neighborhood to try and change his luck.
It was close to noon before he got a demo on. The woman who answered the door was red-eyed from lack of sleep and wore a robe she held together with one hand. One lush breast hung out of the loose V-neck, and Stud licked his lips at the sight of the huge strawberry nipple that crowned the creamy mound of soft warm flesh.
"What is it?" she asked in a husky voice that seemed almost as if she were still half asleep.
"I'm from the Derby Electric Company. We're introducing a new product in the area and... "
"I don't believe it! A salesman." She looked dourly at him, suddenly seemed to become aware of her exposed breast, and pulled her robe over it.
Stud chuckled. "I'm the closest thing to no salesman our company has. If you've got a few minutes... "
"Look. I just got up. Could you make it some other time? We keep pretty late hours here."
"Well, to tell you the truth, ma'am, I won't be back in this area again. We're introducing this product by showing it in just a few select homes... "
"This is a select home, all right," she said with a little smile. "What is it anyway?"
"I can't tell you, ma'am. Our company instructs us just to say that we've got something real nice to show you."
"I'll bet you do at that," she answered, her eyes scanning him carefully, from his broad shoulders to his tight-fitting pants.
"And besides, our company pays us five dollars for every time we show it to someone."
"Well, hell! Bring it in, boy," she said, throwing the door wide. "The least I can do is help a nice boy like you make a buck."
"I've got to get it from the car."
"You mean you don't carry it with you?" She chuckled.
Stud went into his demo easily. Although he hadn't sold anything in the last two days he'd put on nearly a dozen demos and was smooth in his delivery. As he talked and demo'd he eyed the woman carefully, trying to size her up the way Dave had told him to.
She wasn't young. He guessed forty or more, but she wasn't a bad-looking woman, tousled and sleepy-eyed, but lush-bodied, with full, succulent breasts barely covered now with the robe that was caught together at the waist, open almost from nipple to nipple, showing the deep cleavage between the soft, fruity globes. She sat with her knees crossed and her thighs exposed almost to her crotch.
She's naked, thought Stud. I know she's naked under that robe. And she wants it. I'll bet she wants it... If Dave was here, he'd have her in the bedroom as quick as he could and put the blocks to her, then close the deal for a promise to come back... She's over forty and she probably doesn't get it like she used to. I bet it's been a month since she's had a fat cock up her tunnel of love, giving her a ride. I bet she'd really appreciate what I got here for her. The way she looked at me before �_"the way she's looking at me now through those sleepy eyes of hers�_"I bet she'd really blow her cool if I showed her what I got here in my pants just itching to slide up her cunt... There's only one thing. She said they keep late hours... I wonder if her husband's here, sleeping in?... Well, there's one way to find out. That's to take her in the bedroom for the mattress demonstration.
But before he could suggest it another figure joined them, coming from the other room to sit on the arm of the couch beside the woman he was demoing to. She yawned. She wore a pair of black bikini pajama bottoms and a shorty top that just covered her breasts; a wasted effort because the material was so filmy and transparent that the cherry nipples and dark aureoles around them were fully visible. She was young with a mass of tangled blonde hair framing her face and cascading around her shoulders.
"Going to buy a sweeper, Stella?" she asked the older woman after nodding to Stud.
"Morning, Joy. No, I'm not going to buy anything. He gets five dollars just for showing it to me. So I thought I'd let him show me what he has."
"That should be interesting." She smiled. "He's a big one. What's his name?"
"I don't know. What's your name, boy?"
"Stud, Stud Lanigan."
"I don't believe it!" The girl grinned and stretched and her breasts were clearly outlined in the filmy material, spiked nipples pointing up like pencil erasers. "You'll have to show me."
"Hush, Joy. You're embarrassing him." She turned again to Stud. "Say, do you get five dollars for every person you show it to? You could say you showed it to Joy here too and get yourself another five bucks."
"No. No, it don't work that way," Stud stammered. "It's for every house I show it in."
"You ought to get some kind of extra credit for showing it in a house like this," said the tousled blonde.
Stud flushed and got up, not sure of what the girl had meant, but knowing that if he were to save the sale he had to get into the most potent part of his sales pitch. "Now, there's one thing I've got to show you yet. Could you take me to your bedroom, please."
"Sounds like he means business." The girl laughed merrily. "He's really after you, Stella. Can I come in and watch?"
"Of course." He blushed. "I'm going to renovate your mattress for you."
"Be great if you can really renovate my mattress," said Stella musingly, but she got up and led him through a hall to a large bedroom in back.
The bed was unmade. Stud pulled a corner of the sheet back and looked at the two females, only now there were three. They had been joined by another girl, young, tall, slim, black. She had on black bikini panties that blended with her body color so that at first quick glance she looked naked. She wore no bra or other covering above the waist. Her breasts were like huge pointed melons, bobbing provocatively as she moved.
"A sweeper salesman. Good for you, Stella. About time you bought something to clean this place up."
"Morning, Pearl. I didn't say I was going to buy it. Not yet, anyway. You got here just in time. He's going to demonstrate on the mattress."
Both girls giggled. "What's he going to demonstrate?" asked Pearl.
"Well, he says his name's Stud," replied Joy.
Both of the girls then roared, and Stud blushed and stammered through the demonstration. Finally he turned to Stella.
"If you'd come here, ma'am, I'd like you to try it. If you'd put your hand down flat on the mattress you can feel the vibration from the action of the sweeper."
Stella came up to Stud, smiling. Her robe had come open in front and she, in fact, had nothing on under it. Her belly was gently rounded, sloping down to the jungle of thick, springy curls at her crotch that screened her vagina.
"It's all right, Stud. You don't have to demonstrate that damned thing any more. You've convinced me it's a good one."
"Yes, well�_"I mean�_"" he stammered, not sure what to do next, feeling the sale wasn't closed and something more was needed, yet not sure what it was. He was confused too with the almost-naked bodies of the three women, the lush, fruity breasts, the long slim legs, the rounded bellies, full soft fannies, the inviting hairy jungle that was right in front of him. He felt the heat rise in his loins, and the restraining pressure of his pants on his swelling, hardening cock.
"He's not through demonstrating," said joy, pointing to his crotch. "Look there! He's got a hard-on!"
Stud gaped at her. While he stared at the swaying, provocative pelvis of the blonde he felt a sudden touch on his cock. Stella had reached forward and was rubbing it through his pants.
"Go ahead, Stella," urged the black girl. "Give him the down payment and get the damned thing. You need a sweeper anyway." She was grinning a wide, white-toothed grin, both hands on her hips.
"Good idea," said the older woman throatily. She unbuckled Stud's pants, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and worked it off his shoulders.
"Look at that chest!"
"He's built like Tarzan!"
"Groovy. And those biceps. How'd you like to have them squeezing you?"
Stella slowly worked his trousers down off him and he stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes as he did so. Her robe fell on top of his clothes and they both stood naked, inches from each other.
"Wow! Look at that cock!"
"I never expected to see anything like that on a man! No wonder they call him Stud."
"I think he's got more than you bargained for, Stella. Do you think you can take it all?"
"Hell, yes!" said the older woman. "I've never seen a cock I couldn't take."
"It must be a foot long," breathed Joy.
"No, I don't think so. More than ten inches though, the way it looks."
"And big! Big around, I mean. It's like a salami."
"Well, I've had others that thick."
"Well, so have I, but short ones. Never anything like that. It's a regular howitzer, a home wrecker, the prize winning entry in the cock of the month club."
"How about you, Stella? You ever have one that big in you?"
"Oh, yes, more'n once." She had a hold of Stud's cock, squeezing it affectionately. "When you girls have been in the business as long as I have, and maybe have a house of your own someday, you'll have seen it all and tried it all, and when you run into a love stick like this every once in a while, you'll learn to really appreciate it."
"In the business?" Stud gasped.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"WANT SOME VASELINE, Stella?"
"Yeah, you'd better get me some for starters." Stud looked bewilderedly around as the three women clustered around him, greasing his rampant, quivering cock, then urging him on as Stella lay back on the bed, her arms and legs spread wide to welcome him.
"Come on, Stud! Slip that hot sausage into me. I haven't had a treat like this in a month of Sundays."
He stared down at her spread thighs, where the springy, stand-out curls were divided and her labia were exposed. The lips of her cunt were thick, lying on either side of the coral valley like bloated folds of meat. Her clitoris stood there like a stubby mountain in the plains, bigger than any he'd ever seen. He could see the slight movement of her vaginal opening as she worked her muscles in voluptuous invitation.
He licked his lips and threw himself down on her. She was ready, reaching for his greased cock to guide it into her canal, and he thrust deeply into her. He had a wild impulse to drive his cock home, drive it to the hilt with one quick, hard stroke, sheath his meaty sword deep in the scabbard of her body, slam his own body against hers, drive her down, down into the mattress with one brutal thrust.
The swollen head of his fuck stick penetrated her hot box and he lunged, drove his hips forward and had the satisfaction of hearing her grunt and cry out, felt her arms tighten around him, her legs rise to flail wildly in the air. Her cunt was tight on him, his outsized gondola of a cock driving into her canal under increasing pressure as his stroke deepened, his rod skewering her as it penetrated deep into her belly. She let out one last gurgling gasp as his loins slapped against hers. He paused only an instant, then began an in and out stroking, pulling his cock back to the twitching entrance to her sheath then slamming it deep inside her again, slam, slam, fuck, fuck, long deep strokes that made her moan and writhe under him. He heard the buzz of voices overhead and felt the touch of hands on his back, on the cheeks of his ass, and he knew it was Pearl and Joy, and he didn't care.
Stella was bucking under him now, writhing and twisting and tilting her cunt to a thousand different angles, her feet locked behind his back, then sliding up and down the backs of his legs as she writhed in the ecstasy he brought her, in the whirlwind of passion that blew through her body in a continuing series of mewling cries and groans and moans and, after a time, of pleas to him to fuck her faster, harder, slam her, sock it to her.
She was clawing at him, her body a morass of raw nerve-ends that screamed for release. He increased the tempo of his fucking, his wang moving with speed and urgency as his hips swung wildly, belting it to her, his balls slapping against her upturned ass with every stroke. His breathing became hoarse and he felt his come taking over his body, and in a final paroxysm of motion and effort his balls exploded and a full load of his come shot scaldingly up her vibrating, convulsing quim.
She was still breathing hard as she got off the bed, and her eyes were shining as she looked at him.
"You're something else!" she exclaimed. "You're really something else. You've just showed me the best damned time I've had in I can't remember when." She looked at the girls�_"there were four of them in the room now�_" and said, "This is a cocksman, girls. Any of you that want the best damned fuck you've ever had, get right down on that bed with him. Just don't use him too hard. Remember the last salesman we had in here�_"poor bastard missed a week's work recuperating from it."
Stud was leaning on one elbow, staring at the four faces that ringed the bed. There was Joy of the tousled hair, the gleaming ebony of Pearl, and two others, both young, both grinning, all four of them naked: bobbing loose-hanging tits, a smorgasbord of nipples and soft mounds from creamy white to deep chocolate; rounded bellies, hairy mounds, crinkly black curls, deep yellow blonde, soft fuzzy brown, dark chestnut; pouting cunt lips; soft, glistening moistly, coral openings; deep scarlet, stubby clitorises. He sighed in confused excitement and lay flat again as the weight of four bodies fell upon him.
He was spread-eagled on the bed and felt four sucking mouths, four licking tongues on his body, raising fires in his flesh, twirling silkily around the nipples on his chest, biting them gently, dipping wetly into his navel, licking under his armpits, sucking at his toes like lollipops, licking behind his ears, sucking at their lobes, long tongues licking wetly inside his ears, sucking at his nostrils, licking across his eyes and cheeks and chin and mouth, sucking his lips and tongue. He let out a great, convulsive sigh.
Hands rolled him over onto his belly and eager, probing, stroking hands and lips and tongues caressed him, his neck and back and calves and the lean tight-muscled cheeks of his ass, his thighs and the separation between his cheeks, the puckered asshole. Hands stroked his arms and mouths licked and kissed his shoulders, wrists and fingers, sucking on them. Heat flared in his loin. He clenched his fingers and felt himself being rolled over again.
He was a willing, passive organ being played by four sets of hands and mouths and by four tongues; forty fingers plucking at the strings of sensation in his body; eight wet, pursed sucking lips, some closing on his, others roaming over his body; hands spreading his thighs, hungry lips closing on his swelling meat, suckling on the knob of his cock, licking the hardening flesh, twirling around the flange of his glans, licking off the residue of dried cream and pussy passion juice from his fuck with Stella. He breathed a gusty sigh.
His hands began to work now, pawing in the seething mass of bodies and appendages that swarmed over him, smothering him. He grabbed and squeezed and kneaded spongy tits, rubbery asses; fingered hot, juice-running twats; rubbed thighs, silken bellies; played in the crisp foliage that covered steaming meaty mounds; rolled and pinched turgid clitorises; and all the time was driven to a higher and higher pitch of excitement by the mouths and hands that stroked and rubbed and fondled and suckled on his body, that suckled on his rigid, quivering cock. A tremor shook his body.
The lips that sucked wetly, hungrily at his dick left it slowly, reluctantly, with a last soft sucking kiss on its slitted end. Hands held it upright and he felt a warm pressure, felt the hot enfolding pressure of a slick pussy sliding slowly onto it, drawing a tight vaginal sheath down, down onto the upright, uptight, rigid, quivering, rock-hard instrument of pleasure that towered from his groin.
"Oh, God," he groaned. "That's good, that feels so fucking good, so tight, so hot, so sweet, sweet, sweet cunt on my cock, so tight, so sweet, so good, down, down, swallow me, take all of it, all my cock, I want to feel that hot pussy swallow me."
It sank slowly on his fence pole of a cock, engulfing him, squeezing him, applying a warm, glove-like pressure, sensuous pleasure filling him, flooding out from his loins as the tight, clutching vagina slid down on him, slowly, slowly, pressuring that thick long rod deep, deep into the quivering, twitching, yielding flesh... at last, holstered in her belly, deep, deep, inside her, his hips bucked upward, straining to get deeper, deeper in her. But he was tight, groin tight, ball-deep, deep as he could get, and another shuddering sight left him.
Smothering pressure, crinkly black hairs cupping his nose, his mouth, warm, soft black thighs, straddle of his head, soft ass-cushions on his chest, black monkey in his face, wiry cunt hairs in his mouth, blowing, working his face around, nuzzling in the soft, gushy cunt that kissed him now, thick black spongy plush moist cunt lips pressed against his. Musky hot sweet scent.
He kissed her gently, tenderly, his mouth opening, giving her a big, open-mouthed sucker kiss, right on the soft coral valley between the fluted cunt lips, then licking her, licking that long soft gash, nuzzling in happy valley, licking, rolling the big turgid clitoris, fastening his teeth on it, sucking, sucking gently, then more and more strongly as the fires roared through his body.
The girl�_"whoever she was�_"straddling his hips was working faster now, her hips rolling, circling, tilting back and forth and around and around, and his cock was a burning flame that leaped up, trying to go clear through her, tear her, possess her, be one with her�_" while the girl who straddled his face rocked gently, sighing, moaning, as he licked her cunt, broad-tongued strokes up and down the sweet furrow, the flushed swollen lips, sucking as much of the folds of her cunt into his mouth as he could, then nursing hungrily on the spongy flesh.
He darted his tongue into her cunt, into the hot, wet opening, licking her, probing her, wiggling his tongue in a flurry of motion while she gasped and writhed, and the girl who was on his cock began to go wild and they were all caught up in the excitement of the moment, and they thrashed and jerked with a series of moans and cries on through a sharp crescendo as they came to climax together.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
IT WAS late afternoon when a weak and trembling Stud got behind the wheel of his car and headed it falteringly toward his brother Dave's house. He was still confused, not really sure what had happened, a little vague as to where he actually had been for the last several hours.
He knew he had been in a "house" run by the buxom Stella and that Stella and her four "girls'�_"although certainly none had been her daughter�_"had kept him on that bed and roused him again and again till finally he could not raise any more no matter what tricks they used to titillate and excite him.
As one of them said finally as she raised her head from his limber cock: "It's no use. He's just all fucked out."
"Too bad," said another. "We might never get another cock like that in here."
"Or cocksman," said a third. "Give him credit. He's lasted twice as long as I thought any man could with all of us working on him."
And so they had finally dressed him and sent him on his way with a signed contract in his pocket for the vacuum cleaner which he had obligingly left in the house for Stella to use. That was the part that had confused him most of all. When he'd started the day he had not yet had either sale or tail�_"now, he certainly had had the tail, but there was a question about the sale.
According to Stella, at the rates she charged for her girls he'd had enough tricks to pay for three cleaners like the one he'd showed them. And since he'd taken the value of the machine "in trade" so to speak, why of course she owed him money. As he went out the door she patted him on the cheek.
"But you're a real sweet boy, Stud, with a lot of staying power and I'd like to see you again. If you're ever working this neighborhood again, stop in and me or one of the girls will be glad to give you one on the house. Any time at all."
He smiled his appreciation, although weakly and without any real interest considering his present sated state, and stumbled to the car wondering how he could explain to Dave a sales contract marked "paid in full" but no cash in his pocket. He decided not to mention it for at least a few days till he devised a proper story. In the meantime, he had other cleaners in the trunk of his car to show and sell.
At dinner that night Stud ate ravenously and went to bed early to sleep the sleep of the exhausted. When he woke in the morning it was to the sight of a towering hard-on that made a tent of the covers over his groin.
"Oh, no," he groaned. "You brought me enough trouble yesterday."
But he went out as determined as ever to make his fortune in the city, and sure that selling was the key if he could once get started. And the law of averages indeed did break his way. His first demo was to a pleasant elderly couple who needed a cleaner and were glad to buy his, happy to help out such a sincere, clean-cut young man. His second demo was to a matronly lady who had just bought two thousand dollars worth of carpeting and was glad to find a sweeper that would really do a first-class cleaning job on it. She paid cash too, and when he left her house he was feeling invincible and unconquerable.
He approached the next house with a swing in his walk and a rat-a-tat-tat for the door. The woman who let him in was stacked and reminded him somehow of Darlene, only older and more generously built, with flaring hips, swelling breasts, and full pouting lips that seemed to be constantly trembling, slightly parted, as if on the verge of a kiss. He had just started putting on the demo when a girl came in. She was a sullen-looking brunette with a drooping lower lip and a miniskirt. She wore a skimpy halter over full, thrusting breasts that bobbed delightfully as she moved.
"My daughter," explained the woman. "Kept her home from school today to help me with the cleaning."
"Dumb. Dumb school," muttered the girl petulantly. Her eyes lit up as she looked at Stud. "You know, you're cute."
"Leave him alone," said her mother sharply. "He's here to show us a sweeper, that's all."
She shrugged. "I just said he was cute. I didn't ask him to fuck me, did I?"
"Rose! Watch your language!"
"Oh, Ma! Don't be middle class. Fuck's a perfectly good word now. You see it in all the better magazines. Four letter words are the in-thing."
"But, Rose! It gives a bad impression!"
"Dumb! Dumb! Don't be dumb, Ma! You're making a big deal out of it. I bet he didn't think anything of it. Did you?" She turned to Stud. "Well, did you?"
"No. Why, no." He paused. "Now about the cleaner�_""
"You see, Ma?"
"Well, it just doesn't seem right for a girl to use that kind of language."
"Dumb, dumb! It's this whole damn middle class complex of outdated ideas. Here, let me show you how silly it is." She turned to Stud, her hands on her hips, her pelvis thrusting defiantly forward.
"Will you answer me a few questions, frankly?"
He glanced uneasily at the older woman, then back at the girl who sat on the edge of the couch beside her mother. "Yes. Be glad to."
"First of all, you know what fuck means, I'm sure. And I'm sure you know what cock and cunt and quim and twat and prick and snatch and gash and ass and suck and pussy and jazz and blow job and swing and all the rest of them mean, don't you?"
"Why�_"why, yes."
"You see! He's blushing!" exclaimed the older woman.
"Sure he is. That's the point. It's the silly ideas we get. They're just words and we all know what they mean but the sexes aren't supposed to say them to each other. I mean, if he knows what they mean and I know what they mean and we can read them in books and magazines, why are we supposed to suddenly be so dumb when we're together?" She paused. "Now let me go one step further." She turned back to Stud.
"Did you ever fuck a girl? Come on, be honest."
"Sure. Sure I have."
"Lots of them?"
"Well, I don't know about lots!" He looked at her mother in wild-eyed despair. "Now, about the sweeper�_""
"Forget the sweeper for a minute," broke in the girl. "I'm trying to make a point. Now tell me, do you like fucking? I mean, really enjoy fucking someone?"
"Why sure. Doesn't everyone?"
"All of my friends do."
"Rose!" Her mother protested feebly.
"Don't get uptight on me. You know we all do it, and if I didn't enjoy it there'd be something wrong with me." She turned back to Stud again.
"Tell me, did you ever go out with a girl for the first time, or get alone with her for the very first time, and then fuck her on that first date or time alone?"
He hesitated, looking at her face searchingly, then said slowly, "Yeeessss."
"And was it good?"
"Good?"
"Yes. I mean, did you both enjoy it? Did you both come, get your rocks off?"
"Why, yes. Yes, indeed."
"You see?" said the girl triumphantly to her mother who looked back at her blankly.
"See what?"
"See what sex is. It's not any big sacred experience that only two people in love can experience with real enjoyment; it s a recreational type of activity that any two people can have fun at if they approach it in the right frame of mind, even if they don't know each other well at all. So what's the big deal about the words that are used to talk about it?"
"Rose! You've never talked this way before."
"Well, it just kind of hit me when you started in with, 'Rose, watch your language.' I figured, why should we kid each other any more? Why should anybody put on a front with anybody? I mean, hell, you've had your share of jazzing yourself and I don't mean with Papa either."
"Rose!" Her lush extravagant breasts bobbed gently as her breathing came harder.
"Stop saying, 'Rose'. You're hot blooded and you know it. Don't you suppose I know what you and Uncle Dennis were doing in the cottage at the beach last month while Papa was working?"
The older woman stared at her daughter speechless.
"Sony to throw it at you just like that, Mom, but hell, if you think about it, there's nothing wrong with it. Nobody was hurt�_"least of all you and Uncle Dennis." She looked at Stud again. "Even this salesman. He's good-looking. I'll bet if I wasn't here and he made a pass at you, you'd let him fuck you. I know I would."
Stud made a strangling noise in his throat, then said, "About this here vacuum cleaner�_""
"Look there!" The girl pointed. "He's getting a hard-on already. Let's ask him." She paused. "Will you answer one more question? Honestly?"
"Why, sure. After that can I demonstrate the vacuum cleaner?"
"Forget the cleaner for a minute. Look at my mother now.' If I wasn't here, would you have made a pass at her?"
"Well, gee�_"I don't know." He floundered.
"Maybe I phrased it wrong. Is she attractive to you?" He looked at the full lips, the bobbing breasts, the provocative hips. "Why, yes. Yes, of course."
"If the conversation between you and her had gotten on the sexy side, and if she seemed agreeable, and if you rubbed her fanny and she smiled at you for it, would you fuck her?"
"Why, sure."
"You see, Ma? Now you answer the same question. If the circumstances were right, would you spread for him? Be honest now."
The older woman raised one eyebrow as she looked at her daughter then examined Stud critically, from the cap of dark red curls on his head to the bulge in his pants where his swelling cock strained against the fabric. "Why, yes," she said. "I guess I might."
"See how much better it is when people are honest and don't try to put each other on all the time? When you're honest there might something come of it."
"Can�_"can I demonstrate the vacuum cleaner now?" Stud asked.
The girl was standing right in front of him now and she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. "Not right now. There's another point I want to make first."
She quickly stripped him, her eyes widening at the sight of his cock as it sprang out, stiff and quivering, after being released from his pants, more than ten inches of wrist-thick cock, twitching to feel the warm softness of a slick cunt draped around it. She glanced over at her mother.
"Will you look at this cock, Mom? Would you believe it?"
The older woman was breathing more severely now, her huge breasts bobbing as she reached up with her own hands to undo her blouse, then to unfasten the bra in back. Stud licked his lips in anxious anticipation as she finally began to roll down the narrow bikini panty over the opulent cushions of her ass.
She stood up, her breath coming in sharp nasal gasps as she stared in hypnotic trance at his outstanding prong. The girl looked from one to the other, then slapped Stud on the flanks like a jockey urging on a horse.
"Go to it, boy. Can't you see she's ready?"
Stud grinned, the aching in his groin and balls like a knife that almost doubled him. He grabbed the older woman and laid her back on the thick carpeted floor, and without a word from either of them, he placed the end of his fuck stick between her spongy cunt lips and pushed his glans inside her vagina.
"Oh, man! That's great!" exclaimed the girl from above them. "You're really stretching her out. Now slam it in, throw that big salami into her�_"fuck her, boy!"
Stud lunged forward, the motion of his hips driving his bone deep inside her, almost two-thirds of its length tasting the hot tightness of her cunt before the pressure made him stop. She had her legs around him now and her own hips bucked upward as she strived to help that great rod of flesh bury itself in her vagina. Her arms were tight around him and she began to make little animal noises deep in her throat as she writhed and bucked.
He withdrew his cock an inch and slammed down again and again while the girl crouched beside them, her eyes glittering, crying, "That's it, sock it to her, drive it home, bury that big fuck stick deep inside her, now go, go, go!"
And go he did, slamming it into the buxom woman beneath him till he was fucking ball-deep into her, stroking long and hard while she cried and jerked and writhed under him. Her daughter's eyes shot sparks of flame as she crouched beside them, watching the action, positioning herself so she could see the giant cock as it stroked in and out of the juicy quim.
"Aaaaggghhh! What action! What hip movement! Stroke it hard and deep! Look at her buck! I never knew you had that kind of action in you, Ma... You're getting to her, boy... fuck her harder, faster, look at her twitch and jerk... give it to her, slam it to her, ram that big fuck stick right up to her tonsils, make her choke on it, ream her, boy, ream her out... That's it!"
Carried away with what she saw, the girl leaped on top of Stud and rode with him as he plunged his cock in and out of her mother's hot canal. Her weight didn't slow him, but gave a greater urgency to his motions as he accelerated his tempo in response to the pressure on his balls and the muscular tension he felt rising in the woman he fucked as she began the tremors of orgasm.
She let out a long sharp cry as he lunged in a final flurry of movement, his cream erupting into her spastic channel, and they went over the top together.
The girl rolled off them, tearing her own clothes off in a frenzy of excitement brought on by the orgasm she'd watched, and she rolled Stud's limp body from her mother.
"Oh, great sweet cock, so strong, such shoulders and arms, such legs, and lips and... mmmmmm."
She kissed him, fondled him, his belly and legs and arms and she crouched over his cock and began to lick it, laving it gently with her tongue, sucking it, while her hands were stroking, fondling his lean, strong body. As she worked, her mother slowly sat up and leaned against the couch, looking at her daughter who was sucking the now flaccid, cock that had, moments before, given her such ecstasy.
As she watched she saw the instrument begin to swell and harden till her daughter only nursed gently on the great purple knob, stroking the long, vibrant barrel below.
"Rose, do you think you should? It's so big."
"Oh, Mom what was it like? I've never had one like this in me. Was it good, really good?"
"Oh, yes, Rose. It was good, it was great. But�_"but I'm older, dear. Do you think you can?"
"I must! Oh, God! I have to!"
She was pulling Stud over onto her now, feeding his cock into her hot cunt with eager hands, grunting as he began his lunging thrusts into the moist tight vagina that spread and stretched to accommodate his blasting cock.
"Oh, oh, oh... so good, so big... aaaggghhhhh!"
And she subsided in a dribble of sound as he fucked deep and hard into her. Her mother was leaning over her now and brushed away a drop of moisture that had squeezed out from between her daughter's tight-clenched eyelids.
"Oh, baby," she murmured. "Is it good for you? Do you like it? Baby, baby... " She stroked her daughter's hair while Stud fucked on frantically.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THEY BOUGHT the cleaner and Stud went home, pleased with himself, having had three sales as well as a couple of hours with the mother and daughter that had been among the wildest and most exciting hours he'd ever loved�_"or lived, for that matter.
After supper, Dave announced that he had a couple of evening appointments to show the cleaner, and asked Stud if he wanted to go along just for something to do, or rest on his laurels after having had such a good day, racking up the three sales that he had.
"Watch TV, I guess. I'd just as soon get away from that cleaner for a while. I've seen enough rugs cleaned this week to last me for a year."
After Edith cleaned up the dishes she joined Stud on the couch, smiling over at him.
"Well, how did you like your first week selling?"
"It was a little rough at first�_"truth be known, I was getting a little uneasy by this morning when I went out." And if some more truth be known, he was uneasy about the way her breasts were bobbing as she breathed. Dave liked Edith to dress sexily, and she was wearing a see-through blouse over a micro-mini skirt.
"A few sales cure about everything, don't they?"
"When I come out of the house with that third sale," he admitted, "I was feeling no pain." He had been so used up at that point that he wondered now how he could feel such a rise of heat in his loins from watching Edith's sharply-etched nipples rise and outline themselves in the thin material of her blouse. Some girls wore natural color bras with see-through blouses, but Edith scorned such subterfuges. You saw nothing but Edith through Edith's see-through blouse.
"Do you think you're going to like it?"
"I'm sure I'm going to like it," he answered hoarsely. As a matter of fact, he liked both of them, and was amazed at the size of such enormous tits on such a tiny girl. If it weren't for the thin material of her blouse, he'd have sworn she wore falsies, but those tits were all hers, and to further add to his amazed pleasure, they were vibrant, thrusting, quivering, with the nipples spiked and sticking up like tiny mortar shells. Although the bottom curves were more swollen, more rounded than the upper hemispheres, there was no appreciable sag, just huge soft mounds that trembled under his eyes, erect dark nipples crowning the strawberry aureoles that capped her breasts and from which he wrenched his eyes with great effort.
"Does it bother you?" Her voice was teasing.
"What's that?"
"Silly!" She laughed. "I can tell where you're looking. If this blouse bothers you I can put something else on. I wear it because Dave likes it."
"I like it too. Just fine. It's all right."
"Okay." Her eyes twinkled. "You'll probably see more than this if you keep selling. Dave tells me he goes to the door sometimes and women are half-dressed, running around the house in robes with nothing under them and not caring too much who sees what."
"Yes, well." He cleared his throat. "It is mainly a job where you sell women, mostly to women, that is."
"Don't be bashful. Tell me. I'll bet you've had some women make a pass at you already, haven't you?"
"Oh, no, Edith, honest," he declared with wide-eyed innocence. But I wish you'd sit straighter on the couch, he thought. She was turned toward him, one arm on the back of the couch, one leg tucked under her, the knee pointing in his direction, her thighs bared clear back to where they were hinged to her body, the warm satin flesh like dull gold. He almost reached forward, involuntarily, to stroke the inviting sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
"Dave says you have to be careful, that if any woman starts to act�_"funny�_"while he's putting on a demo, he gets right out. There could be all kinds of trouble, he says. They might claim you raped them and get you fired or even worse, get you put in jail, when it was all their doing."
"That's right, you can't be too careful," said Stud, shaken by the thought�_"not of a possible accusation of rape, but the thought that the darkness he saw under the edge of her skirt was the black patch of foliage that marked the happy valley, rather than merely a scrap of black cloth covering.
"And a good-looking boy like you could really be taken advantage of by an unscrupulous woman." She giggled, and her breasts shook; her knee moved slightly and Stud saw the tight black curls that shrouded her cunt. He lunged..
He had her on her back, his hand going to the meaty mound that marked the juncture of her thighs, rubbing it, stroking the flesh between her labia with his middle finger, trying to reach her mouth with his. She twisted and turned, trying to get out from under his bulk.
"Stud, don't! Let me up! What's got into you? Let me alone now!"
He sighed and closed his mouth over hers, sucking her lips, stroking his tongue between her lips. No, he'd learned enough about women since he'd been in the city. They were all the same, they all wanted it. That had been made clear to him by his aunt on his very first day in town, and by every woman he'd been alone with all the way up to this afternoon and the mother and daughter team he'd screwed.
"Ouch! Goddamn it!" She'd bitten his tongue and he jerked his head away from hers. She almost wriggled out from under him but he regained his hold and again began to finger the plush meaty lips of her cunt. Could he possibly be wrong? Could she be trying to fight him off in all earnestness, really not wanting him to screw her? No, no that couldn't be it.
"Stud, don't! Dave'll kill you if he finds out!"
"He won't be back for a long time yet," he said determinedly. He'd learned that much about women, learned that they might act a little differently, some more forward than others, some making you work for it by putting on a big act, but once you got that hot meat into them and started fucking, then they all came around, they all liked it and they'd all admit it in the end.
She had both hands clenched in his mop of dark red curls and strained to pull his head back, and at the same time jabbed at his legs with the heels of her shoes.
"Please, stop it! You can't do this! Stud, I'm Dave's wife! I'm your sister-in-law! You can't."
"The hell I can't," he said shortly and cuffed her on the side of the face to make her let loose of his hair. While she lay there dazed, he twisted to grab her shoes and pull them off, and then opened his pants to take his cock out.
She had sat there on the couch and might as well have been naked, with her tits shining through her blouse and the meat and curls of her cunt peeking up at him from her crotch under her pulled back skirt. She must have wanted it, must have dressed that way and acted that way and talked the way she had just to get him all stirred up so that he'd want to fuck her. Well, she'd got her wish because nothing was going to stop him now.
Before she could move he was on her again, pushing her thighs apart, settling between them, holding her body down with his, placing his cock between her flushed cunt lips, pressed against the wet opening to her body.
"Don't!" she screamed. "It's rape, Stud! Don't rape me, your own sister-in-law!"
"You asked for it," he said grimly. She was putting on a good front. Well, he didn't blame her. In her position she probably figured she shouldn't act too anxious, not wanting to give a bad impression to her own brother-in-law. But he was no fool. In the time he'd been in the city to seek his fortune he'd learned a lot about females and how to handle them.
They wanted fucking, needed it in fact, all of them, and you couldn't be bashful or backward the way he had been with Darlene. Smash right through any curtain of appearances they might put up and give them what they really, down deep, want. Especially when they give you the kind of signal that Edith had given him.
So he held her down, marveling at how small she was�_"the top of her head coming under his chin as he lay on her, her toes scratching the calves of his legs�_"and yet how huge and plushy were the mounded tits, squashed now under his chest, how full and soft were the white ass cushions that pillowed her and the weight of his loins. Then he thrust in and felt the tight, sweet goodness of her cunt as it molded itself around his jutting meat.
She moaned and cried and he whispered, "Hold still, Edith, the best part's still to come," and he thrust again, sending his cock another inch deeper into her twitching vagina, withdrew and thrust again and again, each time burying his bone a little bit further into the soft swamp of her body, looking down at her face with its closed eyes and the contorted expressions that crossed it as he forced his tool deep into her box.
"Oh, Edith, you've got a hot, tight pussy! I'm going to love fucking you," he said. "You feel so good on my cock."
And he thrust again and again, wondering if she really could take all he had to give her, a petite woman like her. But the sweet clutching pressure of her cunt on his prick drove the question from him, swept his mind clean of everything but the sensation itself, and the scent of the red rose of passion blinded him to everything but the need to fuck hard and deep, to bury his cock to the hilt in a warm, throbbing cunt, the warm, juice-dropping, honey pot that sheathed his fat, flaming sword, and he drove till finally he'd rammed it home, ball deep.
Her legs were wide now, knees drawn up, rubbing on the cheeks of his ass. He began to work slowly, moving his cock around and around, in and out in slow little strokes, and as he did so a low gurgling sound which became a deep sensual moan began to come from her mouth.
It didn't make any difference now whether he had been right about her really wanting it, about her dressing and acting in such a way as to excite him into fucking her. Whatever her original intention, right now she was being fulfilled as a woman. His slow deep fucking of her raised such a storm of passion in her body that she was conscious only of him, of his driving rod moving in and out of her body, the infinite timeless motion that was the ultimate sensation, the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate reason for living, for being.
Earlier that evening, Betty and Anna had retired to their room to plot their course of action.
"Well, you've got to help me," said Anna. "I won fair and square."
"Agreed. You're the winner, but what can I do about it?"
"If you'd won, I'd have helped you."
"Agreed again. And I'll help you�_"if I can. But neither of us thought about him being kicked out the way he was. It's one thing to try and make him while he's in the same house, and another thing altogether when he's staying clear across town."
"I never saw Papa as mad as he was that night."
"It's lucky he didn't kill poor Stud."
"Or Harriet either. He only let one shell off into the ceiling. He had another shell in the other barrel of that shotgun and I half expected him to let her have it."
"Would have served her right," said Betty with a scowl. "If she'd have let him alone that night Pop never would have found out."
"Yeah. She didn't have to go in there every night."
"Shows that it doesn't pay to be greedy. A person ought to take a little and leave a little."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Anna.
"I mean that you shouldn't be greedy with Stud. I want my share too."
"Be greedy with him? Hell, I haven't even had a sample yet. Besides, to the victor belongs the spoils."
"Well, look, you say you need my help, right? You don't know what to do next, right?"
"Yeah. I guess." She was gloomy.
"Okay. I'll help, but I want seconds, and I don't mean the next time we see him, but the first time�_"I mean tonight!"
Anna reflected for a moment, then sighed. "Okay. From the way we heard Harriet squealing through the bedroom door I guess he's got enough for both of us, anyway. Now, how do you think we can work it out?"
"Well, to tell the truth, I've already mentioned to Mom that Julie asked us over to spend the night�_"and I've briefed Julie. So all we have to do is saunter downstairs and tell her we're going."
"Good." Anna nodded in admiration. "You really plan ahead. And do we have bus fare?"
"I do." She looked at her younger sister and sighed. "Okay. I guess I can loan you bus fare too."
"What'll we tell Edith and Dave when we walk in?"
"Just that we wanted to come and visit and spend the night with them. It's been a long time since we've seen them. It shouldn't be any trick then to sneak into Stud's room later."
They sat and grinned at each other, pleased with the plans they had made.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
IT WAS early yet when the two girls got off the bus and walked the two blocks to Dave's house. The living room light was on and Betty knocked on the front door. They waited several moments before one of them knocked again. Still there was no response.
"Should I ring the bell? They're probably watching TV and can't hear me knocking."
"Try the door first," suggested Anna. "If it's open, let's walk in and surprise them."
It was open and the TV was on, but it hadn't been the noise of the TV that had kept the door from being answered. Stud and Edith were on the couch, both naked, and the primitive dance of love they were engaged in was on the upbeat, approaching the ultimate climax.
Edith's' legs were drawn up, the soles of her feet parallel to the ceiling, legs quivering from sexual tension. She clasp Stud tightly, her hands clawing into his back, and from her throat came a medley of groans and cries and mewling sounds as she gasped and bucked in frantic urgency, trying to match his movements with gyrating hips tilting her cunt up and back and from side to side while he swung his pelvis in a pendulum-like arc, pistoning his big cock in and out of her quim with an urgent haste.
The two girls walked over to the couch and watched the final moments of the action, their eyes glittering, lips parted in warm sensual smiles.
"He's big!"
"Look at that thing slide in and out of her cunt. When he's got it all the way out it looks as big as she is."
"See the way her ass wriggles! What action, with that cock moving in and out like that!"
"He's speeding up now�_"he's put it into passing gear."
"How'd you like to have him working in you like that?"
"Well, I'm going to have him, and quick, too."
"Where's Dave?"
"Must be working late."
Their voices died as their interest centered on the writhing, pounding, slashing action on the couch. The moans of Edith and hoarse breathing of Stud were peaking now as his loins slapped furiously against hers and the body of the petite dark girl convulsed, and she let out a shuddering cry as orgasm hit her at the same moment his jism shot deep in her cunt with his last series of spasmodic, twitching lunges, burying his cock deep inside her seething hot box.
After a time the two figures on the couch stirred and separated and sat up. It was then that Betty spoke.
"Hi, cousin Stud, Edith."
Edith jerked her head around to stare in confused astonishment at the two girls standing there. "How'd you get in? How long have you been there?"
"The door was unlocked." She grinned. "We didn't want to disturb you at first, so we waited till you were through."
"Yeah," said Anna with an admiring glance at Stud. "When we saw what he was giving you we knew you wouldn't want to be interrupted."
"It was real great," added Betty. "I tell you, if you want to go again, we'll just sit and watch. We don't want to interfere with your evening."
"Maybe you don't," said Anna with a sharp glance at her sister. "But I do. We might not be able to get over here again soon."
"What do you mean?" Edith looked in bewilderment at Anna. "And where are your parents? Didn't you ride over with them?"
"They're home. They don't know we're here," said Anna. "We came over on the bus. They think we're staying at a girl friend's house."
"Why didn't you tell them you were coming here?"
"We thought Pop might not let us come," explained Betty. "He's still pretty sore at Stud and he figured that he probably came over here."
"You mean he'd still be that mad about a silly little thing like that brake job that Stud told us about?"
"Brake job?" The two girls looked at each other. "We don't know anything about any brake job."
"Well, that's what Stud said. He said Uncle Luke was a little mad at him for messing up a brake job."
"Oh. Well, that's not quite it," said Betty gravely. "He caught Stud fucking Harriet. That's why he's mad. He chased him out of the house with a shotgun. I thought he was going to kill him."
"Oh, dear!" Edith looked at them in stunned silence, then sat down on the couch laughing. She glanced at Stud. He sat in a corner of the couch looking sheepishly at the floor as the girls talked about him. "If you'd told me that earlier today, I wouldn't have believed you," she went on. "But after the way he came on tonight, well�_"."
"He's got a way about him, doesn't he?"
"Is that why you two girls came over then? To see Stud?"
"Not just to see him," said Anna determinedly.
"Anna, do you think you should?" asked Betty in a warning tone.
"Yes. I'm going to put all my cards on the table. I mean, hell, what have I got to lose now? And anyway, after seeing how Edith was fucking him, I don't think she's going to be shocked by it." True.
Stud tried to shrink further down into the corner of the couch, not looking at the three females, pretending he wasn't there.
Edith looked from one to another of the girls. "What is this? Will one of you please tell me what's going on?"
"I came over to go to bed with Stud," declared Anna.
"Just like that? Why, Anna! You're a baby; you can't mean it!"
"Well, I do mean it. And I'm not a baby. And anyway, I won him, fair and square."
"Yes," said Betty dryly. "She took on the whole Jefferson High football team in order to get him."
"The football team!"
"She walked bowlegged for days afterward."
"I did not! But anyway, I won him and I'm going to have him and right now!" She began to strip off her clothes.
"Betty! Go lock the front door, quick!" Edith turned back to Anna. "You'd better tell me all about it first. I still don't know what you're talking about."
Anna was down to flesh-colored panties now, and as she rolled them slowly down over her hips Stud's eyes were drawn to the hairy Venus mound. Anna pointed to him.
"You'll have to admit, he's cute."
"And he's built too," said Edith, slanting an admiring glance over at his wide chest and broad shoulder, his prodigious cock.
"A real stud. Well, Betty and I decided we were going to go to bed with him. You know, sneak into his room at night when everybody was asleep and have a ball. Only we couldn't decide which of us was going to have first turn at him."
"We thought of the cutest way of deciding," said Betty, back from locking the door. "We decided to have a make-out contest."
"Yes. The one of us who made the most new boys in a week got first go round with Stud."
"You can't mean it!" Edith stared at the two girls.
"Oh, sure," said Betty in a bored, sophisticated tone.
"But you're both so young. Why, I never thought�_""
"That we'd done it? Oh, sure. We've been doing it for a long time. I started when I was thirteen."
"We decided long ago that the time to sow our wild oats was now, when we were young."
"Yeah," Betty grinned. "It's more fun then. And you've got more oats to sow, too."
"Anyway," Anna declared, "I won fair and square, but before I could collect, Pop chased him out with his shotgun. And I'm going to have him now. If I don't get him now, something's sure to happen and I'll never get him."
Edith was still staring at her. "You really won? How-how many boys did you get in a week?"
Betty answered. "She played it real wise. She sneaked on the football team bus and took on the whole team."
"It wasn't the whole team," said Anna. "Only the traveling squad�_"the first and second stringers."
"You're kidding!" Edith's face was flushed and her lips were parted. She licked them with a moist red tongue. "Was�_"was it fun?"
"The first half dozen or so were. To tell the truth I got a little bored after that. It was too steady. It would have been better with a little more rest in between. And then toward the end I was getting pretty sore. Most of them were big guys and some of them had pretty big cocks." She looked admiringly at Stud. "But none of them had anything like Cousin Stud."
He spoke for the first time, his voice creaking hoarsely. "I want to get dressed."
Anna walked over in front of him and stood spread-eagled, looking down at him. Her cunt was inches from his staring face. He stared at the mat of light brown, stand-out curls, the pouting labia that lay open, revealing the turgid clitoris, the moist coral opening below.
"I don't believe it," said Anna. "That can't be my cousin Stud talking. Not the Stud that kept Harriet moaning all night long and who hardly got over here before he was putting the blocks to Edith."
Yes, it's cousin Stud, he thought with dim regret. Cousin Stud who yesterday was almost worn to a nubbin by the girls in that house, and who this afternoon really had to extend himself to satisfy the modern-thinking young girl and her mother; and who just now finished a most delicious but exhausting screw with Dave's wife Edith, a fuck he'd undertaken, not because of any pressure of sexual need that drove him, but because he had frankly coveted her all week, and the opportunity was there and might not come again soon, and finally, because of the way she had dressed and acted, he had sincerely thought she had wanted him to ball her.
He had come to the city to make his fortune, but he wasn't sure if he could stand the gaff�_"the physical demands that seemed to be a part of it. There was Edith, naked on the other end of the couch, her eyes gleaming brightly, lips moistened, huge, loose-flopping breasts heaving with her deepened breathing; in front of him was Anna, taller than Edith, though only thirteen or fourteen, smaller breasts, but still fine and upstanding with huge nipples that trembled for the touch of passionate lips, cunt exposed not to his eyes, wet, pink flesh gleaming in velvet invitation; and lastly there was Betty, the fifteen-year-old, the sister that attracted him the most, taking off her clothes too, so that there were three naked girls with him.
He sighed a strangled sigh, and wondered at the slow but steady rise of heat in his loins. He reached forward and grabbed the lush, springy ass cushions of Anna and pulled her to him, his lips opening to meet her clitoris, his tongue laving it, licking the swampy gash below. He moved his head from side to side and blew to get rid of the annoying cunt hairs in his mouth, then settled on the soft, slick, spongy lips that flanked the musky, steaming portal of her body.
CHAPTER TWENTY
STUD LICKED up and down the puffed, flushed lips, burying his face in the sweet steaming goodness of her cunt, his fingers tight on the rubbery flesh of her ass, pulling her to him till she winced from the pressure of his fingers. She began to stroke his head, fondling him, sighing gently as she looked down at him, luxuriating in the exquisite, sensual pleasure of his lips and tongue and teeth as he sucked and nibbled on her clitoris and labia, swirling his tongue around and around, darting it stiffly into the wet opening of her vagina.
She'd been hot before, and his mouth and hands slowly stoked her fires to higher and higher flames that made her body shake with passionate involvement in his caresses of every nerve and fiber of her being. He sucked and nibbled with greater and greater fervor, and the tremors of her body increased and passed through her like waves, like a pounding surf, as he brought her to the peak of an orgasm, of a series of minor orgasms that left her gasping, trembling, every pore and cell of her body crying for a greater and greater excitement, for a greater, more satisfying release.
"Aaagggghhhhh!" he cried, and he took her and threw her back on the couch, and as her legs raised, he thrust deep into her vagina, her sweet, cock-squeezing, honey-dripping, twitching, rippling, hot, steaming, seething, hungry, juicy cunt that held him, grabbed him, pulled him into her depths.
She shuddered and mewled as he pounded at her, driving his great fat cock down, down into the hot tight passage that resisted further entry, driving inch by stubborn inch, slamming into her straining pussy as she writhed and clawed at him. Slam, slam, pull and thrust, pull and thrust, over and over, working deeper into her too-tight twat till finally, grunt... uh... uh, uh, uh!... ugh... aaagghhh... his loins slapped down against hers and more than ten inches of bone-hard, wrist-thick, twitching cock stretched and reamed the elastic velvet cunt of his young cousin Anna.
"Oh, Stud!" she babbled. "That feels so good, so good, such a great hot cock, all of it in me. God, how I've wanted your cock, that fat sweet cock in me, fucking me, fuck me, fuck me... great strong Stud, crush me, hold me, squeeze me, make me one with you... thick strong arms and legs and hips to power that big engine that's in my track, that's running up my tunnel... fuck me, Stud, I've waited, oh, so long to get that big stiff prick inside me, swallow it, gorge on it, great thick sweet fat trembling cock, so fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
And as he swung his cock in and out of her channel, Edith and Betty knelt together on the floor, their bodies pressed together, arms around each other's waists, eyes bright, mouths open as they watched.
"He's really driving her home."
"Ball-deep, long, hard, and fast."
"Look at her face! He's really reaching her."
"He's reaching her down where no ones ever been before," said Edith.
"How's it feel to have him drilling that big shaft deep inside you?" asked Betty.
"I can't explain it. You can feel him hitting bottom and stretching you inside till you think that big cock's going to explode and shatter you to pieces�_"then after a while you're afraid it won't explode because you can't stand any more�_"and then you explode yourself and it's like a herd of elephants stampeding out of your asshole and cunt and navel and flattening you and still that great fat cock keeps pounding away at your insides�_" and if you're like me, you explode again and again and you hope you've died and gone to heaven because you know there's nothing quite like that on earth and you know it's heaven or hell."
"She's coming now. Look at her face!"
"But he's not close. He's fucking slow. He's going to make this one last like an all-day sucker."
The two girls pressed closer together, and Betty put one hand over on Edith's thigh, then began to stroke her cunt. Edith looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"I can't stand it any more," said Betty with parched lips. "I've got to do something, some way."
She kept rubbing Edith's cunt. The older girl spread her legs and Betty's hand cupped her cunt, her middle finger dipping deep into Edith's vagina, still wet with Stud's come and the pussy juice that had lubricated the action.
"I guess we might just as well," murmured Edith. "He's going to be a while yet�_"and he'll probably need a little rest afterwards. We'll both be ready again by the time he's able."
"Just another one of the ways that the female is superior to the male," said Betty with a grin.
"How true."
They smiled at each other and both rolled over on the floor, each nuzzling into the cunt of the other, licking, sucking, tonguing the hot turgid clitoris, the wet vaginal opening.
Dave was grinning to himself as he stepped onto the porch of his home. He had put on two quick demos and sold one cleaner. Not bad for a short night's work. There was a dark figure standing there with hand raised to knock again at the door.
"Why, hello there!" said Dave. "You want to see me?"
The other man came to the edge of the porch where the two of them looked at each other. Dave noted that his face was flushed and angry, his jaw clenched, muscles bunched along the jawbone. He was an older man, stocky, with iron-gray hair.
"You live here?"
"Why, yes, I do."
"You ain't him. I can see you ain't him." He looked back at the number by the door. "It's the right address. Does somebody else live here?"
"I live here with my wife," answered Dave with a suspicious caution. "What's eating you, friend?"
"I'm looking for a sweeper salesman."
"I see." He pursed his lips and looked inquiringly at the other man. "Did you want to buy a sweeper?"
"No I want to find the son of a bitch that sold one to my wife this afternoon."
"I see! Mad at the salesman�_"wife bought a sweeper without asking. I know how you feel. Had the same experience once myself," said Dave sympathetically. "Turned out to be for the best though. Best damned vacuum cleaner in the world. A Derby. Tickled to death later that my wife bought it. You know, I think it's usually a good idea to rely on the wife's judgment on things of that sort. After all, it's the woman who uses that kind of equipment. Anyway, if it was some kind of a power t�_"."
"Shut up!" broke in the other man. "Don't give a damn about the goddamned sweeper! He fucked my wife!"
"Oh, come now," said Dave suddenly pale. "How can you be sure? Sometimes women get a little hysterical, get the milkman and the bread man all mixed up with whoever else might come to the door."
"And he fucked my daughter too," added the man ominously.
"Please, sir! I ask you to control yourself. Accusations like this must be examined with cold logic. First, what can it be based on�_"the unsupported word of your wife�_" that is, your wife and daughter, sir?" he finished lamely.
"Got more than that, and I've got this address and I'm going to go inside and see if he's in there if I have to break down the goddamned door!"
"Please, sir! I must remind you that this is my house," said Dave with dignity. "And even if there were truth in what you say�_"that some salesman had�_"had taken advantage of your wife and daughter�_"how would you propose to find him, to identify him? From the description given by two hysterical�_"pardon the expression�_"frightened women?"
"Don't know as he took advantage of them," said the other man in a cold, threatening tone. "But he sure fucked them. They weren't too excited when I left them either. Just acted kind of tired and pleased with themselves."
"Well, there, sir�_""
"There, nothing! I'm going to kill him!"
"But how will you know him?"
"Got pictures." He fished some glossy prints from an inside coat pocket. "Neighbor come over to borrow something and looked through the picture window in the living room. Couldn't believe her eyes. Went home and got her Polaroid camera and took a whole roll of pictures �_"right on the goddamned floor in front of the picture window!"
Dave took the pictures gingerly and looked carefully at them. His growing suspicion was confirmed. There was Stud balling a buxom blonde, and balling a slim dark haired girl, and lying on his back eating one who sat on his face while the other one sat on his cock, and�_"but he thrust the pictures back at the other man.
"How horrible�_"" he began.
"Horrible ain't the word for it. A man with a cock like that can't be let run around fucking everything in sight. It ain't human. I'm going to kill him." He pointed to the door. "Now, do you open it, or do I kick it down?"
"Why, to be sure." Just as Dave opened the door with his key, another car pulled up in front of the house and his Uncle Luke came up, calling, "Hey, Dave! Are my daughters here?" Dave shrugged helplessly. "Come on in, Luke, and we'll see."
The three men walked into the living room. Dave's eyes widened, his jaw dropped slackly, and he stared unbelievingly. There in the middle of the floor were Stud and Edith and Betty and Anna, all naked, intertwined in a crazy mixture of arms and legs and breasts and faces, and four pairs of staring eyes that turned as one toward the three intruders on their scene.
"Why, damn you!" began Dave, his fist clenched.
With a convulsive movement, Stud broke from the seething pile of flesh on the floor and dived through the living room window to come up rolling on the front lawn. A dozen strides took him to the Model B parked at the curb. The keys were in it and before any of the three men could turn and get out of the house, Stud had already driven off and around a corner, driving with his lights out till he had put a dozen corners and a couple of miles between him and pursuit.
Morning found him still driving, still naked, an old blanket he kept in the car laid across his lap, heading west. There was dried blood on him in a dozen places where he'd cut himself diving through the window.
"Should I go home?" he wondered aloud. He could take a chance on it. It was far enough away that they might not come after him. Hell, it wasn't as if he'd raped any of their women. Point of fact, it was more like they had raped him. Well, he was willing to forget it if they were.
But he knew one thing. He'd had enough of the city. Others could seek their fortunes there. And he'd found out something else too. He'd found out a few things about women, and how to treat them. He rubbed his limp cock which was a little sore from the exertions it had been through in recent days.
He'd found out that he had something that could, in a way, really make his fortune for him, wherever he was, and it had nothing to do with the city. Make all the fortune he was interested in any more. All he wanted to do now was to take it home. Darlene was waiting for him. And there were others. Oh, yes, there were lots of girls back home that he'd like to get off by themselves, to talk about this fortune stick of his!
Just be careful, that's all. He had to be more careful.
And if he exhausted the possibilities of his home area, there were other cities, others towns, innumerable towns, an infinite number of women of all sizes and shapes and colors, all of whom would be, he was sure, interested in his unique fortune stick.
