Psychologists know that when frustrated young girls explode from romantic dreams into actual sex they shed a magnificent radiance. The same is true of attractive older women, never fulfilled, who become sex slaves of young male lovers. These case histories capture that radiance--young girls trapped in sex with older men and older women who teach unforgettable sex thrills to younger men.
Our first case involves two young women, Sonia Kemp, eighteen, and her best friend, Anne Whitlock, nineteen. No garage sale in their neighborhood was complete without the presence of the "bicycle girls" as they were called. Sonia was poor; she had to attend garage sales and scour thrift shops to help her divorced mother keep their modest home going. Anne's family was well-to-do, but Anne loved the infinite variety of trivia that people sold at these sales and half-filled her own garage with things she picked up. Life changed drastically for both young girls when the Lesters, down the block, held their final garage sale before moving out of town. It started with a Tiffany lamp that Anne was determined to have.
"But Mr. Lester won't sell it to me," complained Anne. "He wants at least thirty dollars for it, and I've only got five."
"Then suck his cock."
"What!"
Sonia, smaller, blonde, with snapping blue eyes drew her friend aside from the small crowd that pawed through the Lesters' stuff. Her face glowed with excitement.
"Sure. Old guys really dig teeners like us. Old Lester keeps eying your tits and your butt, Anne. Give him head, plus your five bucks and you can get the lamp, easy."
"Sonia, you're crazy!"
"Like a fox. How do you think I got that sweezy oak chest at the Mortons' sale? It only cost me two bucks."
"You didn't."
"Anne, I dig older guys. Besides, cock-sucking isn't really sex. More like heavy petting."
Anne felt her knees tremble. The truth was, Sonia had set her mind on fire by telling her all about the sex she'd had. Only eighteen, a year younger than Anne, and a half head shorter, Sonia seemed street wise to Anne, blase, a real woman of the world. Anne felt like a loser. She was a beautiful brunette girl, her chestnut hair a gleaming wonder, her face and body exquisite. Yet she had her parents' inhibitions. She lost boyfriends as fast as she got them, because she wouldn't put out. Sonia, on the other hand, had lost "it" at fourteen, and was a hot target for boys. Anne feared that Tommy, her own current boyfriend, liked Sonia too much. But Sonia only dug older men, she said.
"Why don't you suck Mr. Lester for me," whispered Anne with a giggle. She felt a blush on her cheeks and a pleasant burn between her legs, as she glanced guiltily at Mr. Lester. She liked him; she thought he was kind of sexy, and now he looked across the garage and winked at her from the distance.
"You got to start sometime," said Sonia, her eyes still alive with the intrigue. "You'll like it. Older guys don't lean on you like our cowboys. Hell, Anne, the Lesters are moving to Utah in a couple of weeks. Nobody would ever know."
Anne felt her nipples tingle and a sexy sensation in her thighs. Sonia had sure opened her mind to the idea. She wanted to try it. She was tired of being Miss Hung-up. Still, she wasn't quite ready.
"Okay," said Sonia. "I'll try it for you this one time. I wouldn't mind having my mouth on that old boy's prick at all. Only next time, you're on your own."
A sharp-faced woman came up and fondled the lamp Anne wanted so bad. Anne nudged Sonia who chuckled and went over to talk to Mr. Lester. In her embarrassment and excitement Anne dare not watch them talk. But it was fabulous of Sonia to do this for her; she really wanted that lamp. And maybe more. She felt a little let down when Sonia came back and said: "It's okay. We have to come back later, though." Anne felt she could've done it for herself, the way the sight of Mr. Lester's cock bulge in his pants excited her. The two girls got on their bikes and rode back to Anne's house. The idea of what was to happen made Anne's cunt continue to tingle and swell a little.
"Can I watch?" asked Anne.
"No," said Sonia. "You're going to do it. Not me. It's time you got into the swim, Anne."
"SONIA!" squeaked Anne.
But in the next hour while they waited for Mr.
Lester to close his garage sale, Sonia talked her into it and Anne got hotter and hotter. It was really perfect. She'd known Henry Lester for years, and his wife and kids had already gone up to Utah while he closed the house. Soon he'd be gone and she would have her first sex experience safely tucked away. Why, if she liked it, she might even try it on Tommy! All those yearnings, all those romantic dreams seemed far away on this golden Saturday afternoon when she'd finally decided to have real sex.
Her father almost ruined it. He came in while the two girls sucked on cokes in the kitchen. He tossed the car keys on the table.
"You're supposed to pick up your mother and sisters, remember? You've got to leave in about ten minutes." He glumped back upstairs to his work that he'd brought home from the office.
"Oh, Sonia," wailed Anne. "Mom went shopping and I've got to pick them up. I can't do it!" Sonia watched Anne's father go up the stairs and said: "No problem. You can still do it. I'll go pick up your folks. I'll think of some excuse. But you'd better start now. The old man's waiting."
"Oh, Sonia," cried Anne. But she got up, her knees like water. Her cunt already flowed, her breasts felt exquisitely hot. She practically staggered out of the kitchen, white-faced but determined.
Mr. Lester--Henry--waited for her in the closed garage. He had a soft smile on his lips and his eyes burned intensely. He was maybe forty five with salt and pepper hair, a long nose and a big lump in his pants. Anne flashed that with a quick, frightened look.
Part of her wanted to turn and run but most of her body felt a singing excitement. She'd dreamed a thousand times of actually touching a man's prick. But those dreams always ended when she touched her lover's cock. This was different. She went awkwardly into his arms.
"Oh, Anne," he breathed and kissed her.
Once or twice Anne's father had hugged her and given her a sexy kiss on the mouth that surprised them both. They had quickly pulled apart to cover their embarrassment. Now for the first time, she felt hot, erotic hands pressing her body. Her heart pumped, her cunt flowed and she felt light-headed with the excitement. But it also felt good, good! She relaxed a little into the burning intensity of the kiss. Why, this was lots more fun than she'd ever dreamed.
Henry's hand ran down the slope of her back, kneading and spreading her firm teenage flesh. He squeezed her buttocks forcing her belly against his loins. Anne went breathless. The huge bump of his cock pressed so boldly against her.
"I--may not be able to do this--Henry," she squeaked.
"Mmmmmm." His hand slid between her legs and dug into her cunt. Anne automatically opened her legs and gasped at the sex thrill that shot up her body from his bold, probing fingers.
"Ahhh, nooo," she wailed.
"Honey, we've known each other for years. I adore your sweet innocence. I worship your beautiful body." He sounded like he was in seventh heaven, his rangy, pudgy body trembling in eagerness as did hers.
She couldn't answer. She buried her face in his shoulder and let the sex thrills from his pumping hand wash over her.
"Anne, it isn't the lamp," he murmured. "You're crazy for grown-up love."
Somehow that made her feel better. In fact, now that the ice was broken, Anne felt crazy for sex. Imagine giving him that enormous hard-on with just a few kisses and him rubbing her sex. Why, this was a fabulous reward for risking her exposure to him!
He took her upstairs. The house was almost empty of furniture, but there was still a bed in the master bedroom. She didn't want to look at the bed. She felt scared again.
"Do I have to take off my clothes?" she whispered, embarrassed that her panties and cut-off shorts bore stains of her sex juice.
"Your clothes have to come off," he said gently but firmly.
He undid her shirt. Anne had already removed her bra before she left her own house, the bra her folks made her wear. Now her full young breasts bobbed out, her red nipples erected in incredible tension.
He fixed his mouth on one of her nipples. Exquisite flames rushed through her body and her knees went weak as she stared over his shoulder at the wall and then closed her eyes in ecstasy. This was a thousand times more sexy than her dreams. Her cunt practically gushed as he bit and sucked her nipples.
"Uh--oh--Jesus," she said, using a word she almost never used.
Henry laughed. "You hot little cunt, you're already more than halfway there," he said. His hand dived back between her legs.
For Anne the next few moments were the most exciting of her adult life. She'd never dreamed her cunt could feel so great. He peeled down her shorts, skinned down her panties, and boldly frigged her, making full use of her clitoris. Anne had frigged herself a few times, but this was much hotter, having Henry do it while he sucked her tits and murmured his love for her large, sexy breasts.
Streaks of sexuality raced up and down her body, making her heart thud painfully and her mind glaze with the power of her released libido. Her insides were a volcano, crazy to erupt. She could hear meaty, slurping sounds as his hand frictioned inside her cunt and her passion rose to a boil.
"Oh, God, I-I-I--" she went.
"Go, little cunt, go," he cried happily.
For wild seconds Anne fucked recklessly against his fingers, her eyes glazing with pleasure. Then it happened. She closed her legs on his hand, hugged him and exploded.
"AHHHHHHHHHH," she keened. Relieving throbs of her sex nerves took her to happyland, as she reveled in giving up her sex to a man for the very first time. After a few hearty throbs, she grunted, and stopped. Then she shuddered again and gave him more cunt quakes as she went through diminishing runs.
"My God, you're one love-hot little sex queen," Henry laughed, and that pleased her even more. Now Anne felt proud, adult, fulfilled and offered no resistance as he took off the rest of her clothes and his and laid her on the bed. She felt languorous, syrupy, ready now to face his nudity and that big, swollen cock that had frightened her before.
Once Anne had seen her mother in the hospital, sedated for an operation. Her mother had let the attendants move her body this way and that without resistance. She felt like that now as Henry arranged her naked on the bed and mounted her. His stiff cock, jutting out at an angle from his belly, seemed to rouse new thrills and make her cunt flow some more, even though she'd just spent.
"I'm high on sex," she laughed in surprise.
"You're way overdue, Anne," he said fervently. He mounted her torso and pressed his prick down in the tunnel between her breasts, the cock sliding between her mounds as he worked them.
Anne felt a rush of new pleasure as the cock rubbed her soft skin and she felt the heat of his crotch. His murmurs of ecstasy delighted her. Then he let go of her breasts and brought his cock before her face and she got a real close-up. Six inches long, suffused with blood from big veins, it was a marvelous stand of sex meat, pinkish brown and gleaming from the stretched skin. His balls looked incredibly swollen and stuffed, congested.
He lifted her head towards his tool. "Suck it," he commanded.
Her mouth fell open like a soft flower seeking the sun and she accepted his meat into her mouth with her heart once again thudding in her ears. It tasted sexy. It tasted like meat. She had a wild desire to drag on it and suck out all the sweet juice in his balls.
"Oh, no, not so hard," he said.
"Sorry," she said.
He took his prick, gleaming with her satiny saliva and one again ran it through the tunnel between her naked breasts, thrilling her with the velvety feel of probing cock and his hands stimulating her sensitive, rock-hard nipples. That felt good but she wanted it back in her mouth.
"Let me suck it," she begged.
He slid his cock back into her mouth, directing her action so he got maximum pleasure. Anne's thrills increased because she realized that through those six inches of stiff cock meat she controlled and dominated a man that was even more powerful than her father. Oh, sex was magnificent!
He strained and panted in his pleasure, his prick throbbing in her mouth.
"Anne, I'm so hot... You've got to be able to drink my jism, baby. This is the greatest cocksuck I ever had. Know why?"
"Mmmuhhh," she went.
" Your lovely soft skin. Those long, curving legs, that full butt and flat belly. Those high tits and your good-looking face. All that youth, glowing velvet. Oh, honey!"
She let go his cock with a gasp, thrilled at his lust for her body.
"I'll try to swallow it. I don't know if I can."
"Then I'll prepare you."
What he did next excited her more than anything that had happened yet. He lay beside her with his head near her cunt. Then he pulled her on top of him with her cunt on his face and her face brushing his stiff cock. He dug his tongue between her cunt lips and Anne almost died. It had never occurred to her that men sucked women's cunts! She fucked her loins on his face in long, luxurious strokes, thrilled, and hotter than when he'd taken her before. Rushes of pleasure and aching desire racked her body.
"Oh, Jesus God," she keened. "I can suck you. This way I--I--do anyyyyything!"
The next five minutes were the most incredible in Anne Whitlock's entire life. That male tongue dug into her slit with luscious, teasing friction, and it stroked her ditto make her so hot she lifted her butt right off the bed and cried out in pleasure. Henry sucked on her cunt lips and made obscene sounds as he drank heartily of her sex juice. The pressure made her shiver as she felt her whole vagina was going to slide out of her body and down his mouth. Soon she keened her pleasure in higher, louder grunts and gasps.
Then he slid his finger into her cunt alongside of his tongue and drove her into a complete animal state of sex ecstasy. She could only make broken sounds and whimpers of joy.
"Ah, uh, eh, oo, oo," she went.
He stopped. As Anne hung there within a fraction of delicious orgasm, she understood without words what he wanted. She seized his still-stiff cock in her mouth and gave it long mouth strokes and luscious suck action in her craziness to please him and get off her own aching tensions.
They both went into an exquisite sex lock at the same time.
"Oh, God. GOOINNNNNG," went Henry.
"LOVERRRRRRRRRR!" she cried.
Anne tensed her buttocks, locked her legs around his head and let herself ride it off with massive cunt throbs of joy. Even as the intense pleasure rocked her, she felt his sex burst and her mouth filled with hot come. Slurrrrp! She drank the starchy, pungent cream eagerly and the next burst and the next, undulating her cunt in her own spending joy on his mouth. Ahhhhhhh, it was so fabulous to surrender her body to him this way. Spurt, spurt, spurt. His body-hot blasts of jism thrilled her to the bone as she felt his total erotic capture and his eagerness to burn his staff down her throat into her belly. They writhed and sucked and spent and spent and spent. When it was over, Anne lay there with her body glowing all over, stoned out of her mind with the expressed sexuality and feeling as relieved and relaxed as an Olympic athlete who'd just won a gold medal.
"Oh, Henry, my God, I should've enjoyed this years ago," she said finally.
"Maybe not. You're really a long way from over the hill at nineteen," laughed the happy, older man...
* * *
Back at Anne's home, only three houses away on the block, Sonia Kemp stood stark naked before Anne's father in his upstairs study and rubbed her finger down her belly to jog her cunt.
Mr. Whitlock watched her with his eyes about to pop out of his head.
"Oh, Sonia, don't do that. We can't have sex. We can't."
"You've got to, Daniel," said the bold teener easily. " You've told me you're crazy to fuck Anne. Your wife won't take care of your full balls. You don't play around. So there's Anne, all young and pretty and you're afraid you'll rape your own daughter."
Daniel groaned. Ever since Sonia had started coming around as Anne's friend, he'd know this moment would come. The wild-assed little blonde really dug older men. Whenever Sonia saw him she fixed her eyes on his cock in his pants and grinned boldly at him. They'd talked privately a few times and she'd made him hotter and hotter. The crafty youngster knew exactly how he reacted to her slim eighteen year old body and did everything she could to make him hard.
Daniel didn't know how to handle this. He'd been a shy man in sexual matters all of his life. After he passed his fortieth year he was somewhat relieved that women didn't pay him much attention. Most especially, teenaged girls ignored older men. Then Sonia appeared on the scene and made it plain she wanted to fuck him. He'd spent sleepless nights thinking about that. More than once he lay in bed alone with a furious hard-on. His wife, in her own bedroom, wouldn't help. She gave him indifferent sex only once every month or two. Sex wasn't her thing.
"Put on your clothes, Sonia. Anne might come back."
"She won't. She had a quick date."
"Then I've got to go pick up the family," he said. There was sweat on his forehead.
"That can wait fifteen minutes," said Sonia calmly. "Fifteen minutes of glorious heaven you'll never regret."
She walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulders. "Mr. Whitlock--Daniel--I fell in love with you weeks ago. I've simply got to have it. Some older guys turn me on like crazy. You're the greatest."
It was more than flesh could bear. Daniel groaned and then leaned forward and sucked Sonia's nipples, first one and then the other. His cock in his pants practically jerked to full erection. Sonia's breasts were petite--not full like Anne's--but firm, springy, perfectly shaped. Her erect nipples felt like warm stone in his mouth.
"Oh, shit, oh fuck, my cunt's driving me crazy to get fucked by your cock," she said eagerly. She pressed his head to her bosom and undulated her flat, gleaming, young belly.
It was the wildest thing that had happened to Daniel in all his repressed years. He feared loose women but this girl was different, really in love with him and crazy to have him.
For her part, Sonia was just as thrilled. She dug Anne's father above all. Most older guys jumped down your throat when you made signals, but not this repressed man. She did love him and was further excited by knowing she could probably fuck off and receive the same semen that created Anne whom she admired almost with awe. She wanted to be close to this beautiful, repressed family that had so much of what she lacked, money, success, high community standing.
She took his hand and pressed it between her legs. He couldn't stop himself from jogging her sweet slit, feeling the body-hot sex juice creep over his fingers. He began to breathe heavily and groan in pleasure.
"Oh, honey child," he crooned, still working her tits.
Sonia reveled in the hot joy of his nipple suck, his fingers in her cunt, and his warm cock in her hand, as she now released it. She knew she could suck him off in five seconds flat, but she wanted more. And so they hung there much like Henry and Anne had done in that other house a few doors away, the male finger-fucking the female.
"Goddam, you're going to make me come, I'm so hot for you," she breathed, rutting her cunt on his fingers. "Oh, Daniel, oh, Jesus, I want you to fuck me crazy!"
Her loose language excited him even more and he dug happily into her tight, little slit.
"Ohhh--weeeeee," went Sonia, racing her loins on his hand and thrilling into first-orgasm ecstasy. She hugged his head against her breast, closed her legs on him and gave up sensitive, exquisite throbs of her femininity while he panted, almost as hot as she was.
"Ohhhhhhh," she went. Then: "Daniel, I'm sexed up now. You've got to fuck me right away. On the desk, on the floor. I've got to have your brutal cock in my belly, in my ass, wherever you want to put it. Kill me with your hot, hard prick!"
Daniel didn't trust himself to answer. He seized the girl's hand and led her to his bedroom. He threw off his clothes and found her already on the bed with her legs open, her innocent small slit gleaming and swollen. Her musk smell powerful, her eyes feral with excitement.
"Take your bitch," she whispered. "Fuck my heels off!"
Unable to speak, hardly able to swallow in his excitement, the older man mounted her saddle. He probed awkwardly at her cunt, not looking down. His cock felt like the meat would burst out of the skin; he hadn't had such a hard-on for years.
She laughed, grabbed his cock and guided it to her cunt. "Oh, Daniel, you want it. You're crazy to fuck me shitless," she crooned.
Daniel felt the heavenly friction as he rode his powerful prick halfway up her small cunt. Her juices bathed him, her interior body heat made his cock throb deliciously.
"Oh, great heavens." He'd finally found his voice. "We shouldn't do this, Sonia."
"Fuck me, or fuck your daughter," she said, undulating her loins to get more cock in. "Oh, Jesus, your prick is marvelous. I'm a much better fuck for you than Anne."
Somehow the bold remarks about his incestuous desires made him hotter. His male drive took over and he fucked forward eagerly and opened the tightest little cunt he'd ever felt. Her vagina gripped him like a warm, velvet prison, and her heat suffused his loins.
"You are--a fuck-hungry--bitch," he managed.
"Attaboy, sing it out. You're crazy to fuck-master every sweet teen butt in town, but especially mine. You want to fuck sweet babies deep into my belly," said Sonia. The friction inspired her to new heights of sexuality. This was twice as sexy as she'd hoped.
"Sonia, Sonia," he murmured, rocking his prick into her. "We're fucking. I didn't want to--but have to--I want to fuck, fuck you and make you take hot--love come."
The first part of the rush to sex was over and now came the part that Sonia liked best, next to orgasm. An older male, hot and hard, rocking in her saddle. They never came too soon for her, because she'd found a way to restrain them. She put pressure on their thighs with her strong thighs and controlled their fuck speed so they wouldn't spill too fast. Daniel, like the others, didn't seem to notice as she closed her legs and governed his cock thrusts to whip herself to high sex delights on his rocking motion.
"Your cunt's so hot, soooo tight," he moaned. He rocked in exquisite pleasure.
"You--the best fuck in town--been crazy for you," she gasped. She could already sense his tremendous load and felt a tickle of new delight at the thought of all the come he'd pump into her. As he fucked she felt him heat up and begin to turn into a cock-lunging reckless male animal.
"Drive me, make me," she encouraged him. Sonia could best reach her own animal bursting delight when her male turned into a fucking beast whose whole being centered in his hot, driving prick.
"Ah, uh, oh, oh, oh," went Daniel. He'd finally broken through his repression and fucked into the tight girls cunt as if his life depended on it, no longer trying to be a gentlemen. That lifted Sonia right up to glory.
"Oh, Jesus, God, piss, you know how to ream me," she cried letting her own bitch go. She drove her pelvis against his with young fury, crazy to have his cock split her open. For long, long sweet moments they fucked in sex fury, slobbering, grunting, panting, naked bellies sucking, moist bodies writhing. Sonia's thighs began to ache from holding back the animal old man and she released him. He fucked her furiously for five more strokes and made her--and himself.
"AHHHHHHH, SHIT!" whined Sonia in taken delight. She lifted against him and went into orgasmic paralysis, eyes wide, heart pumping, joy bursting throughout her body. Her first throb made her cunt glove his highly sensitized cock.
"YEEEEEEEEEE," went Daniel. He froze, tensed his butt and gave off a succulent, full burst of seek into her cunt. Spurt!
"Ohhhhhhhh," went Sonia.
"Ahhhhhhhh," went Daniel.
Spurting and throbbing, crooning in pleasure they bounced in locked sex joy, as Sonia drew off her premium bursts of hot jism from those long repressed balls.
After they'd finally subsided and lay bathed in the sweat and juices of their passion in fucked-out joy, Daniel said; "Sonia, that was heavenly. I didn't know I was so needful of love. I've got to have more."
"Sure, Daniel, but not today. Little Anne's due back soon, and I've got to do her errand for her." Her timing, as usual, was perfect. She disappeared in the family car just before Anne came back with the Tiffany lamp, just after Daniel had gotten dressed and composed himself. It had taken Sonia only sixteen minutes to seduce the old man and for the two of them to revel in their wild, open fuck...
It was a week later. For two days Anne had begged Sonia to help her with her sex problems.
"I don't want to have body sex with Henry," Anne said. "I'm afraid he'll make me pregnant."
"Body sex? Oh, you mean old Lester wants to fuck you."
"Yes. Tomorrow night's his last night in town and he wants to have a party in his big. empty house. He calls it a "candlelight" party. We've had sex twice, but only oral."
"So fuck him. Be good for you."
"Oh, Sonia," wailed Anne. "I'm not on the pill like you are. I could get pregnant. Besides I don't want to do it just before he leaves town and I never see him again. You fuck him, I suck."
"I don't get it, Anne. You love this guy, but you're willing for another woman to fuck him?"
"If it was Tommy--but this is only Mr. Lester. I spoke to him; he thinks the idea great."
"Sure he would. Two hot teens to suck and fuck." Sonia paced around Anne's room thinking. "I don't like it, Anne. But, tell you what. You can do something for me. You can suck off my mother's boyfriend."
"What!" Anne was always being shocked by Sonia.
Sonia explained that her divorced mother had a nice boyfriend, Phil. Phil was crazy to have sex with Sonia, but she didn't want to.
"You can imagine if he finally ends up marrying Mom, and I've had sex with him," said Sonia. "Still, he's a great guy and I wouldn't mind getting him some extra sex. Mom's slow about that. He might marry her sooner if his stepdaughter pimps for him."
"Sonia!"
"He's seen you when we were biking around. He'd go crazy if you gave him head. You suck him; I'll fuck Henry for you."
Anne felt doubtful about the whole thing. It was more of Sonia's wildness. Still, it could be an evening she'd never forget and she was anxious to see a real sex act. She finally agreed to it.
It was a kinky evening all right. The electricity had been turned off, and the big house was dark and mysterious. There was no furniture, only sleeping bags and blankets. Sonia didn't show on time so Anne went alone and she and Henry enjoyed a luscious pizza and some beer. Then they removed their clothes and sat before a circle of candles, huddled in a blanket, like out in the woods. The house in its spookiness reminded Anne of a big, secret cave in the forest.
Henry was really high, anticipating sex with both Anne and Sonia. In no time at all he went for her, kissing her, feeling up her tits.
"Oh, child, child, we'll have such a night tonight!" he exulted.
Her hand slid down to his cock. It already strained with energy to suck and fuck.
"Henry, slow down. Sonia's not here yet." She held on to his prick, moving the soft skin over the rigid muscle, getting hot herself.
"I don't trust that kid," said Henry. "She's a fast one. She might not even show up at all."
"She'll show, Henry. Let me suck off your wonderful prick for now."
Henry refused. "We've done that three times now, and I want to fuck you, Anne."
"No, Henry. I told you I'm not on the pill." They argued for a while and then fell to petting, kissing and laughing. Anne was amazed that a man of Henry's age could be so youthful and kidding. He seemed like about her own age.
"Well, I was nineteen once," he said, his eyes soft in the candlelight. "Only back then I was much more serious and didn't kid."
A half hour went by and Anne felt desperate. Henry had kissed her nipples raw and her lips sore and sucked her once to orgasm and she couldn't put him off much longer. She didn't want to. She felt high herself, crazy, hot and reckless.
"Shit on it; she isn't coming," said Henry and grabbed her. He pushed her flat on the blankets and opened her legs.
"NO, HENRY," she cried. "I don't want a baby." She tried to scrabble away from him. He pulled her back.
"Got to risk it one time, you sweet little cunt. I'm fuck-crazy and you're hot enough to scream."
"Don't rape me," she cried, but she didn't fight nearly hard enough. With a throbbing heart she felt him place his prick on her cunt lips and shove in. Strangely, she didn't feel much at first. It just felt weird to have another's person's meat enter your body, tight and hot and scary. That was it. She was far too scared.
Suddenly his prick dry-throbbed inside of her, like it sometimes did in her mouth. To her astonishment, she felt it deep inside of her, clear up to her waist it felt like. She felt a sweet rush of hotness like she'd never felt before. She felt tender, vulnerable, very sexy. Henry gave her her virgin fuck; she was being turned into a woman!
"Oh, Henry, my God, you've fucked m-me," she cried.
"Not quite yet, dear heart. But here goes."
She only had time to be grateful that he didn't make cracks about her not having a hymen. She'd never had one and had worried her for years, that boys would think she was loose. But it didn't matter at all. His prick began to move in and out of her cunt. She felt her glove tightness clutch his cock and the sweetest, most incredible friction imaginable began. Her cunt just oozed girl honey for their fuck and she groaned a deep groan of pleasure and began to move her loins.
Dazzling lights flashed behind her eyeballs. Her naked body sucked to his like they were natural mates. His plunging prick felt sooooo good.
"Henry, it's so great. My god, it's great."
"Sweet baby, hot fucking little bitch. I'm crazy to get it off in your kid cunt. Ohhhhhhh." He rocked on her in hot delight and she felt his slightly pudgy body quiver with-his desire to plant jism deep in her body.
"I love you. I want you. Give me your baby; it's all right. Ah, ah, ah," said Anne, rising and rising. She felt captured now, from her toes to her head. She was his bitch, his complete fuck creature.
"Oh, that sweet flesh!" he cried and buried his face in her breasts. She began to pant and lift her butt off the blanket to fuck faster. Then he kissed her, tongued into her mouth and his cock rode faster into her cunt. He had her now. She quivered like a leaf in the wind, straining for the fast thrills of prick-released pleasure he gave her.
"Mmm, oh my God, I'm cock crazy," she keened and matched his faster strokes.
It was while she arched up under him taking the luscious reaming of his cock that Sonia finally arrived with Phil. Anne heard them enter, heard Sonia's laughter and vaguely heard Sonia's cracks.
"Fuck, baby. Fuck the old man's heels off."
It was embarrassing to be caught like this in the middle of hot sex. At the same time Henry covered her so completely that she didn't have to face them in the dim candlelight. She felt so hot, screwed up so high for the pleasure rushes that she didn't want to stop--not if the whole world walked in just then. She kept slamming up on Henry's prick.
"Ah, oh, hello," went Henry, and that was all he could say to the newcomers. Like Anne, he'd reached his animal sex high, so thrilled by the hot, tight cunt that he wouldn't stop for a million dollars. In fact, after a second, he fucked her harder, as if the entrance of Sonia and Phil made their fuck hotter. They had an audience and they were so wild that they reveled in being discovered.
"Hah, oh God. I--I think--" went Henry.
"Aiieeeeee," went Anne. She was almost to orgasm and knew she'd have to scream out her bursting pleasure. Vaguely she heard Sonia and Phil move around. They were stimulated by the hot fuck sight they'd come in on.
"Quick, your cock. I'll suck," Anne heard Sonia say.
Then she heard a man's voice and some movements and that was all. Her own insides turned to molten silver and she rose right up to pay off all her sex for Henry.
"AHHHHHH. FUUUUUUUUUUUCKED," she said. She locked. Ineffable pleasure soaked into every pore of her body. Proudly she twisted up to her extreme sex tension and then paid off for Henry . Throb, throb, throb.
It felt like her cunt wanted to suck his prick, his body clear inside of her, through her cunt and at the same time her girl spasms became the sweet reward for all the plunging energy. Her nerves released pure sex energy in riotous pleasure as she twisted and moaned.
"Urk. GOOOONE," sang Henry in his turn.
Anne hardly felt his bursts, but she felt his body jerking in his supreme pleasure and knew he laid gallons of body hot jism deep inside of her to his hot male delight. He quivered and twisted as helplessly as she.
She heard sounds of the other couple but let her desires spend themselves out completely. At last, with a sigh, she went still under Henry, her cunt sopping with his come, the old man expired like dead on top of her, his glands scoured of every drop of semen.
"Ohhh, that was so good."
"Anne!"
Dazed from her fuck, she recognized the voice but couldn't place it. She struggled up languidly to peer at the stranger's face in the candlelight.
Anne Whitlock stared into the horrified eyes of Daniel Whitlock, her father!
For long seconds Anne hung there, completely crushed. She was absolutely stunned, shocked out of her wits. She took in the scene numbly without understanding it. Sonia, stripped to her panties knelt before her father, her back to Anne. Anne heard the suck sounds as Sonia ate her father's prick.
"Dad!" Anne finally managed.
"Anne, for God's sake." Her father pushed Sonia free. Anne stared down and there was her father crouched over, his cock as hard as rock, gleaming with the dew of Sonia's saliva.
Henry struggled up from his own daze, saw the face of his good friend and neighbor.
"Oh, shit!" he said, and scrabbled off the ravaged daughter.
"I thought I'd make it a surprise party," said Sonia. Nobody laughed.
Anne sprang up, wanting to get her clothes. Her father stepped up and slapped her face a stinging blow. "You little slut!"
Sonia stood up. Daniel's hand swung around and struck her in the face, another powerful blow. "Aieeee," went Sonia.
"Daniel, I can explain this--" began Henry lamely.
"You son of a bitch!" Anne's father went for him but Henry dodged out of the candlelight and disappeared into the darkness. "I've got to check on something," he cried, his voice receding.
To Anne it was the wildest moment in her young life. One minute she was on top of the world, her body ecstatic from the glory of her first fuck, finally a woman. The next she faced her father and felt the shame and humiliation of a little girl, caught doing something impossibly dirty.
Dazed by her father's blow, weeping, she whimpered. "Oh, my God, Dad. I'm so sorry."
But her father spun on Sonia. "Why did you bring me here."
"I--I--I--" Sonia favored her slapped cheek. He took a step towards her.
"Spit it out!"
"Because you think she's a holy, golden princess," Sonia flung at him in anger. "Everything we do--you brag and brag about her. I wanted you to see--she's no golden princess."
"That's true."
Daniel grabbed his naked daughter by the wrist. He stared at her in the light of the circle of candles. Anne wanted to shrink away into nothingness. Her hair was disheveled, her lips and breasts red from the stimulation of her lover. Her body looked moist and well-fucked. She was exposed in her total nakedness and she felt Henry's jism seep out of her cunt to stain her inner thighs. Oh, God!
"Golden--slut," he snarled and forced her down. "I'm going to spank your foul little ass off."
She deserved it. She let him force her to the blankets face down. His hand whizzed in the air and stung her naked buttocks.
"Owwwww!" She howled in pain.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The sound of his hand punishing her ass resounded in the empty room. Anne squirmed in her extreme distress. But the pain also made her mind suddenly sharp and clear.
She jerked loose of him. "You--" she cried. "You let Sonia suck your cock. You've been having sex with her. You--you're dirty and foul too."
He stared at her in surprise. Yet he couldn't hide the evidence either. His cock, still half hard, hung out of his pants.
Sonia spoke from the sidelines.
"I'm sorry; Anne. I love your father so much. I was afraid he meant to fuck you. Your mother gives him no sex. The two of you are repressed. Oversexed. It had to happen."
Anne rose slowly to her feet. Her father rose too. Their eyes burned into each other. Anne saw tears in his eyes and didn't understand. Then she dropped her gaze to his waist and she did understand. His cock strained upwards in a powerful hard-on. Daniel began to undress. Anne stood there, rubbing her burning buttocks.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," said Sonia, backing into the shadows. Even before Anne she knew what was about to happen.
Daniel put his hands on the naked shoulders of his lush daughter. He stared into her eyes. Anne felt the change in his mood, felt a tingle in her cunt seconds before his mouth closed on hers.
It was not a fatherly kiss. It was a haunting, hurting, seeking kiss of hot desire. As his tongue breached her lips and rode into her mouth she gave a shiver of answering sexuality. His tongue reamed her mouth and her cunt began to flow. Their nude bodies pressed together, his stiff cock digging into her belly, her nipples flaming to erection as his chest flattened her rich globes.
They clung for long moments, tonguing, sucking, gasping in the heat of their needs. His hand slid over her smooth young buttocks, probed her crack, found her slit, squishy with Henry's come, her old juice and the new, hot juice pouring.
She gave a gasp of pure, deep sexuality as he fingered inside her cunt and found her clit. She thrust her belly up against his with dizzying fuck motions.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered.
"I want you to fuck me," she replied.
"Hah!" went Sonia from the darkness. Her hand frigged her own cunt as she watched the sex drama begin. Talk about kinky! This was flying off into orbit.
Slowly, slowly, father and daughter sunk to the blankets on the floor. Anne saw the fear in her father's eyes and knew he sensed her fear. At the same time, the overwhelming lust they had for each other's bodies held them and drove them, both powerless to resist. Anne went down under Daniel and spread her legs. His stiff cock snuggled to her slit, then punched in.
As his big father prick rode over her clit, Anne gave a groan of deep sensuality.
"Ah, sooooo good," she cried. The glow in her ass from his spanking increased her heat, made her more eager than ever to accommodate the commanding cock. Two inches, three. Slowly, his face concentrated on her, her father fucked into her cunt, opening up her youthful tightness. Best of all, Henry's thick come, in addition to her own girl honey, made the friction impossibly silken.
"Jesus, I'm fucking your sweet little cunt," he gasped. Her deep body heat, the slickness of her vagina gave him the best penetration he'd ever felt on his prick.
"Oh, God, Daniel," wailed Sonia from the sidelines. She felt split in two. Part was jealousy that she'd lost Daniel's cock to the other girl. But it was his own daughter! Part was the deep excitement she felt at seeing a man fuck into a woman. She shivered as thrills of sexual ecstasy raced up and down her body.
It was, indeed, a beautiful sight to see, the long, naked legs of the girl spread wide to allow Daniel in her saddle, the velvety gleam of Anne's skin in the soft candlelight, the slow, pleasure-wounding undulations of the fucked girl as she gave up her cunt and took the moving prick. Sonia couldn't stop shuddering as she watched the stud prick ooze in and out of the tight girl cunt, gleaming with all the juices. Even more lascivious were the fuck sounds. Sonia heard Anne's quick little gasps of pleasure and Daniel's delighted grunts as he ran his cock in and out of his sexy daughter. Daniel folded forward on his daughter and now you could hear the sound of naked bellies squooshing out the air between them, a bawdy, sexy sound, and you could hear the father's cock meat slogging into the juicy, tight passage.
Anne almost went out of her mind when her father first fucked up into her cunt and possessed her. She'd had a growing lust for his prick for years. The forbidden pleasure made her lock her body to his in the most thrilling contact she'd ever had with another human.
"Oh, Dad, I'm so fucked. It feels so great."
"T-take it, baby. Take my fuck."
The wonder of it was, she sensed he felt the same, no longer ashamed to give into this magnificent lust that burned so deeply in the loins of both of them.
"Ah, God, your prick's opening me up--to the quick," moaned Anne.
"My princess, my bitch-fuck," said her father, riding her faster.
Sonia jogged her own cunt wildly. The deep lust of the father-daughter fuck made her impossibly hot.
"God, God," she whispered. Her own doing. First she'd teased Anne into sex with Mr. Lester, then fucked Anne's father, and now brought them together for this climactic moment. She thrilled over and over as the golden, twisting couple in the candlelight fucked faster. Daniel sucked his daughter's luscious breasts as he drove into her...
Then Sonia felt herself seized from behind. She knew it was Henry who'd crept back to see what went on. She felt him pull her panties down, felt his warm body, naked and eager, as he hugged her. She knew that older cock couldn't fuck again so soon, but he would try.
She let him. She was crazy to get into sex, watching this hot scene, and, thank God, Henry got hard, even if his balls were empty. He dug his cock up into her cunt with a cry of pleasure and Sonia went "Hah!" in delight as he began to dog fuck her.
To Anne, Sonia and Henry could've been a million miles away. When Daniel sucked her breasts, she thrust her loins even tighter to his and fucked faster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried, enjoying the new sensation of his mouth on her sensitive nipples. The inside of her body was all on fire, from the glow of his spanking, the piston of his hot cock, and the complete body contact they had. Rich, ravishing thrills of sexual wonder filled her young body.
"I never--dreamed--could be so hot--feel so good," she managed.
He made her even hotter. He glued his mouth to her lips and began to french kiss her. Anne felt the ultimate fuck contact, cock reaming her cunt, nipples rocked by his chest, his tongue invading her mouth. She thought her heart would burst out of her chest in the happy, happy joy of its pounding.
"Ah, oh, Jesus, what a fuck!" her father exulted between kisses. "Always hoped, never dared, but it's better, better--"
They entered a rich plateau of fuck passion now, moving faster and faster as they slowly turned into pleasure-tortured animals. The gasps, grunts and sighs came faster and faster.
"You're burning your prick--through my belly," Anne managed. "I'm going--explode. Oh, God, I'm so fuuuucked."
In delighted reply her father, who hung high in the glorious thrust of sweet friction said: "Go, sweet bitch, gooooo."
They entered the final sweep of passion. Aching girl clit was thrilled to its utmost, plunging cock was seared into its full fury of pleasure. For long seconds they fucked like animals with wild abandon, no longer able to make sensible sounds, bodies locked and pounding.
"Uh, uh, uh."
"Ah, ah, ah."
Then Anne felt a drop and a sudden rise in her body at the same time. It was her sex freeze, the most exquisite muscle lock she'd ever felt, everything drawn together. Her cunt tightened on Daniel's prick and her reservoir of sex tension burst. Great golden gobs of pleasure whacked her body.
"DADDEEEEEEE!" she screamed. Throb, throb, throb.
For Daniel, the sound and feel of his daughter's complete submission was the hottest moment of sex in his entire life.
"AHHHHH! GOD!" he yelled as an echo of her scream. His own climax laid its locking power on him. His heart pounded in extreme delight, and he went into the most incredible sex paralysis he'd ever felt. After long, aching seconds of a delirious hold, his rushing sperm spurted deep in his daughter's cunt to give him heavenly relief.
Spurt, spurt. "Ahhhh, ahhhh," he crooned, jerking, spending ecstatically into the girl's mastered cunt, pumping his dick deep into this luscious body that was itself created by his rich sperm. Deep, shuddering, emptying gushes of jism filled her cunt as he made her. They clung together as one beast, spending, spending, spending.
Even after the heaviest of the orgasms were over, father and daughter clung hungrily together to enjoy every atom of the perfect fuck, his cock still hard and washed now in the warm juices of her body and his, Anne reveling in the golden glow that penetrated her being from toe to head, feeling for the first time in her life a complete, fulfilled woman, with the hot come injected deep into her cunt and washing her womb.
He kissed her swollen lips tenderly. "Oh, baby, baby."
"Oh, Dad, what a love joy. What-fucking," she said in joy, a sob of happiness catching her throat. They gave each other ecstatic little sex kisses.
"Ah, uh, uh, uh, ah," went Sonia. Big-eyed and her own cunt thrilling, she'd watched the whole ravishment on her hands and knees, with Henry on her back, plunging his dry but hard cock up her cunt. Sonia could never remember an experience quite like that--watching a beautiful young girl fucked by the man she herself loved and all the while feeling a hard cock rock inside of her. She was white hot almost from the first and Henry didn't have to have a load for her to make her enjoy his fuck ride. He dug his fingers into her sweet, young flesh and took his pleasure from the tight friction and, in the end, enjoyed a short thrill-freeze and a few dry spurts of his sex system that made him feel as if he'd fucked the girl.
Sonia had a rich orgasm. "AHHHHH. GOD," she cried, tightened her cunt and belly and spent as royally as if Henry had filled her cunt with jism. Gasping and throbbing, she gloved his cock and gave up all her sexuality in honor of this weird and wonderful moment. Her rutting delight burned in pure orgasmic joy as she empathized with the rich incest fuck she'd just seen. Then she slowly slid down under Henry in her after-sex euphoria...
That night was a night Anne would remember all her life. Before it was over she saw her father fuck Sonia and Henry fucked her again.
But Anne Whitlock had a lot to learn about love and sex. The first thing was that a lifetime of repressions is not discarded in a few brief bursts of passion. Henry Lester left town, of course. And her father would not touch her; could hardly bear to look at her after the wild incest of the party night. Nor could she stand to see Sonia any more, now that she knew her best friend had had sex with her father. Everyone seemed loaded with guilt.
It was worse than before, because now Annie knew some of her depths of passion and they frightened her. One moment she was desperate to rush into her father's bedroom and the next she trembled for fear he'd touch her. Her ambivalence might've lasted for months--except that Phil Burden came into her life.
The first time she hung up on him. He identified himself as Sonia's mother's boyfriend. Yes, he really existed, and he wanted a date with Anne. He called twice more; the third time she talked to him. Maybe she wanted some revenge on Sonia for having sex with her father. Maybe she was getting bored with her lonelier life. Maybe it was Phil's personality.
Though an older man, Phil fit right into her patterns. He was relaxed, friendly, bright and teasing. He was a cooler version of the cooler boys she knew. She let him talk her into a coffee date with him and he lifted her spirits. He didn't shock her as Sonia did, he wasn't as grim as her father, nor as patronizing as Henry, who'd tried to get down to what he thought was her level. He was fun. She went to a movie with him and he behaved. Still, she was cautious. She turned down another date to go out with her "regular" boyfriend, Tommy. That didn't work. Tommy seemed silly, too crude in his moves, too young. They broke up on that date.
To her surprise, she found herself accepting a date with Phil in his apartment and it was spectacular. A man of forty-two, he was tall and spare, humorous and teasing. He served her an excellent dinner he prepared himself, complete with wine, and made her feel like an equal and a lady. She had no intention of putting out for him, but after they'd chatted and listened to some rock records, he casually led her by her hand to the bedroom.
In a way, it was like the time with her father. As soon as she crossed the threshold into the bedroom, her cunt began to flow and she felt dizzy with the want for sex. There'd be no harm in giving him a juicy cocksuck and getting sucked gloriously herself. This perfect evening demanded it!
"One if by land, or two if by sea?" he asked, smiling.
She understood him perfectly. "Just one lamp in the old North Tower," she flashed right back. "I'll lick out your flame, but that's about it for tonight."
He laughed, took off his clothes and fell on the bed. He didn't laughed when she peeled off her own clothes and he saw her naked body. She thought she saw him shiver when he spotted the bright gleam of her hot juice on her already swollen cunt.
"You're too beautiful," he said. "All bets off." He pretended to hide the fierce hard-on her nudity raised on him. She fell on the bed giggling and fought playfully to get at his cock which he denied her. Sex can be fun! her heart sang.
When she finally got his cock in her mouth she felt intense thrills. It was bigger than any she'd seen--seven inches long and thicker. Thank God she hadn't planned to take that fierce jabber into her poor, tight cunt! But the stiff sex meat tasted delicious after two weeks of frustration.
There were more surprises in store for her. Although he gave her a luscious suck and a fantastic orgasm, she couldn't bring the stiff prodder. With all her skill she could only make it throb turgidly without his coming.
"Sorry, Anne," he said. "When my cock sees a ravishing beauty like you, it wants more than just a taste."
"Oh, I couldn't stand it in me--" she protested. But there was no other solution. By now she was so hot, so fuck-crazy to make that big cock spume that she'd've let him cut a hole in her navel to get it in.
He took her on top of him and then, sweating, eyes big with fear and wonder, she slowly impaled herself on that incredible prick. It pressed back the walls of her vagina cruelly--and it rubbed her clit and made her go faint with desire. My God, what a thrill it would be to engulf that fine prick with her cunt and girl-milk it!
"Oh, Phil, oh. Oh, Jesus, I want it to fuck me. Ahhhhh."
By the time he'd gotten the most of it in her, she was so sensitized and eager that she just wanted to fall forward on his body and come with super spasms.
The door burst open and Sonia came in--naked and laughing.
"Hello, Anne. I knew you'd enjoy Phil. Don't bother to get up."
Anne sat there with Phil Burden's cock imbedded in her belly, blushing and furious and feeling light-headed and conned. For the second time, Sonia had pulled a big fat sex trick on her.
"You crummy bitch!" she said crossly and saw Phil's grin and knew they'd planned it and tried to escape.
No way! That masterful cock penetrated her to the very fibers of her being and she already made luscious fuck motions to stun her clit and draw out the wonderful joy it had for her.
Her humiliation was complete when little Sonia mounted Phil's face and eased her blonde muff and pink slit on Phil's mouth. That brought Anne and Sonia face to face, Anne sitting on Phil's prick, Sonia on his lips, legs spread, while Phil sucked Sonia's cunt greedily.
Anne was still fussing and twisting in both joy and annoyance when Sonia, the little tart, leaned forward, caught Anne's upper body and pulled her into an embrace. Sonia was neither bisexual nor lesbian, but she was fascinated by Anne's beautiful face, moist, rich lips, and magnificent tits. She pillaged these charms avidly while Anne was caught in her impossible fuck-lock.
"Oh, Sonia--don't," cried Anne, and then went "Mmmmm," as she felt her friend's questing lips and teasing tongue force her mouth. She gasped at the sudden rise in her own sexuality but got her mouth free. Sonia immediately went down on her nipples.
"Sweet, warm, flesh. Oh my God," said that hot little blonde, and sucked and ate Anne's nipples lovingly.
At the same time Phil, who had finally gotten her cunt open, began his gentle but powerful fuck. It was more than flesh could bear. Anne was a seething mass of hot sucked and loved girl, wrestling in the toils of her two bold lovers, every twist sending new raptures of hot sex delight throughout her body. She groaned and moaned and twisted and hunched and fucked and begged. To no avail. Her lovers used her body as if it were a gourmet meal, whipping her to even greater heights of hot tension.
There was nothing for Anne to do but beg.
"Oh, my God, my tits are on fire--Sonia, don't, puhleeze! Oh, I'm fucked. Oh, you've pierced my core. I'm cock-whipped. Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Ah, hah, ah!"
Then came the peak orgasm better than any she'd had before. Her whole body rocked, her heart pounded, her mind went dim and she slid into the fierce grip of total orgasm. Frozen as a statue in Sonia's arms, her cunt gripping Phil's cock, she went through an agonizingly sweet freeze that almost killed her with pleasure and then exploded her rich girl sexuality.
THROB! THROB! THROB!
"Oh, Christ, God," she moaned and her body jerked helplessly in sweeping waves of orgasmic pleasure. Somewhere during this, Phil's cock broke, but it didn't matter. Her insides were liquid pleasure fire, her cunt and asshole spasmed out of control and she fainted into a dark velvet haze of the sweetest orgasmic death a human ever had. Anne Whitlock's total feminity had been reached and harvested by her jolly companions...
In my treatment of Anne I had to point out that she was lucky that her sexy little friend opened the doors of her powerful sex drive before Anne suffered damage at the hands of crass, inept or self-seeking young lovers. Anne was made for older lovers. She did have further incest with her father and more sex with Phil, but in the end, Anne and Sonia, the bicycle girls, gracefully extricated themselves from those unnecessary risk-thrills and pleasure many an older man in their town. Both of them will marry older men; it was in their psychological patterns to prefer older lovers from their youngest years.
CASE HISTORY TWO - Flora Brooks
At age forty-two Flora Brooks considered that her sex life, her love life, was over. Her husband was dead; her son had rejected her and moved to another city. Though attractive, she found it hard to relate to men of her own age.
"Ten minutes after they meet me, they want to head for the bedroom," she complained to her best friend, Dora.
"You're too curious about other people's sex lives. And much too frank," said Dora. "Remember the time you asked me if I ever got a letch for my seventeen year old son?"
"It was just a thought that crossed my mind," Flora defended herself.
"I almost stopped talking to you right then," laughed Dora. "Me--living alone with my son, and you ask something like that. People think those thoughts but don't say them."
"I guess you're right. I've always been too curious in that direction. Seems to me you get to know somebody better if you find out how they relate to the opposite sex. Those questions never bothered me much."
"How often did your husband fuck you when he was alive?" asked Dora.
"Only about every three weeks while he was well," said Flora. "Of course when we were younger it was much more. It started off--" She stopped as Dora cracked up. "What's wrong?"
"You see, Flora? That question would stop anybody, but not you."
"Maybe you're right," said Flora.
After that Flora tried to contain herself. Not that it helped much. It didn't come up again until a young couple, Rich and Pam Evans moved into the six unit apartment she owned and managed. Physically they were a striking young couple, the wife about eighteen or nineteen with flowing red hair, a good figure and an absolute cream skin, the man of the same age with dark locks, big shoulders and really, truly handsome in the face, she thought. She guessed the newlyweds screwed each other blind but remembered to bite her tongue and not ask questions.
She certainly didn't want to upset the Evans'. They were a fine young couple, the first of that age she'd allowed in her apartment. She was going to have to take in more. As real estate prices rose, her older tenants kept moving to less expensive places. Flora saw the handwriting on the wall. To keep her place occupied she'd have to take in younger couples, despite the risk of loud music playing, parties, noise and sooner or later, babies. She had no choice. Her units were all she had left in life.
Nevertheless the day had to come when she carelessly mentioned how lucky the young couple were to be newly married and enjoying an intense physical relation. Pam had dropped by to borrow something.
To her astonishment, Pam burst into tears.
"We have a lousy sex life, if you want to know. All my dear husband talks about is sticking his thing in my mouth and he wants me to drink what comes out. When I refused to do that, he said he wanted to shove his thing in my butt. Mrs. Brooks, I love Rich, but I'm afraid I married a pervert."
Flora saw at once that the girl was on a heavy trip and had nobody to talk to about such things. All that agony had burst through Pam's natural reserves.
Flora tried to counsel the young woman, telling her that between lovers almost any sex act was all right, but Pam didn't seem to hear her. The redhead was from the country and had had strict upbringing.
"The regular sex is enough for me," she said. "And I think it's sinful to do it more than once a night. If Rich wants all that wild stuff, let him find a whore!" And she fled back to her apartment.
"Hoo-hoo, we do have a case here," thought Flora. Imagine having a vigorous young stud like that in your bed and denying him anything! Flora felt her cunt tingle. Too bad youth was wasted on the young. That night Flora woke up in a lecherous state and had to use her well-worn vibrator for relief.
"Oh, Rich," she muttered after she had her orgasm. "You just walk across the hall one night, honey, and old Mama Brooks will take you right to heaven!"
She decided she'd best keep her mouth shut for the benefit of all concerned, but it was too late. Three more times Pam came over to complain about how oversexed Rich was and Flora couldn't help advising the young woman to forget her inhibitions.
"You have such a magnificent body, dear," she told Pam. "Anything Rich can do is fine. He worships you, and you're lucky."
Then one night the two of them came to her apartment, holding hands, like a couple of babes in the woods.
"Would you mind--we were wondering if--" stuttered Rich.
Pam blushed and kept her eyes on the floor. "Rich means if you wouldn't mind, uh, taking his thing in your mouth and showing me how it's possible to do that--"
Oh, my God, thought Flora. She said: "Kids that's the worst thing I could do. Just married--deeply in love--having a third person enter into your sex lives would ruin it all."
But after they went away disappointed, Flora found herself pacing the floor, her cunt burning. "Good thing they didn't ask twice," she said. "Oh, my God."
It was Pam alone who knocked on her door late that night and fell weeping into Flora's arms when the older woman answered.
"I think Rich's left me," wailed the girl. "Oh, Flora, I'm going to die. Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Flora couldn't deny the youngster. For the first time she turned against Rich. He should've tried harder to work it out with this poor, forlorn, but exquisitely lovely creature.
Once in bed, Flora kept to her side, thinking. "I must be careful not to shock poor Pam by touching her accidentally. She might think I'm another degenerate city type."
But Pam snuggled to her. "Will you hold me, Flora? My sister always did when I had bad times. I need to be held tonight."
Awkwardly, Flora took the young woman in her arms. It had been years since she'd comforted her son as a child, yet it seemed so natural to smooth Pam's hair, pat her cheek and hug her warm body--
Pam was naked.
Flora lie tight against the smooth skinned creature with her heart thumping. It was almost too much to feel that satiny skin under her hands, to sense the voluptuous, naked breasts of the girl pressing her own smaller ones.
"Your--sister--cuddled you like this?" asked Flora.
"Oh, yes, Minnie and I were very close," said Pam. "I so wish she could be here in the city with me." The girl pressed her belly tight on Flora's. Flora felt the wire brush stiffness of Pam's pubic hair. Worse, she felt Pam undulate her loins in delicate fuck motions to rub her cunt on Flora's pelvic bone. It seemed so natural Flora couldn't believe Pam even knew she did it.
But with her arms full of hot, naked girl--her loveless, lonely arms that never hugged anybody--Flora felt stimulation. Her cunt oiled and her nipples stiffened. Her breathing went faster. Great heavens, she'd have to be very careful, not to shock Pam. Lesbian Flora wasn't, but all that sweet young flesh...
"Will you kiss me?" begged Pam. "Minnie used to soothe me that way."
"Pam, I don't know if you know what you're doing," said Flora in a shaking voice. "This can be--highly stimulating."
"Oh, no, nothing like that," breathed Pam and her hand pressed against Flora's buttocks to hold her still for the undulations. Flora felt the heat of the girl's cunt. Now she felt Pam's wetness through her pajamas. My God, her own pelvis began to grind back at Pam's!
"I--uh--think--" started Flora. She was aroused. There was no escaping it. In a few seconds she'd have to grab this girl tight and grind her sex off on her.
"Please, just a few kisses."
Flora groaned and kissed Pam on the velvet skin of her cheeks. Creamy complexion, warm and smooth. Incredible. Flora had to let out a deep, sexy groan. Pam's warm lips sought hers. Not in a gentle, sisterly kiss, but in a needful, open-mouthed contact where Flora could feel and taste Pam's tongue and her soft, wet honey saliva.
"Ah, ah," gasped Flora, thrilled. Pam's cunt rubbed hers at a faster rate. Now Flora's pajama bottoms were soaked from Pam's rich, young cunt juice and in spite of herself she dragged her cunt over Pam's pelvic bone. Electric thrills shot up her spine. She held a bundle of heaven and if this went on there were going to be lesbian orgasms all over the place.
"Oh, Pam, honey--" Flora protested.
Pam kissed her and slid her tongue onto the roof of Flora's mouth. The hot contact at Flora's mouth, breasts and cunt drove her toward her hot, animal bitch.
"Oh, my God!" she managed when Pam released the kiss. Then she boldly plunged her own tongue into the youngster's mouth. They hung love-locked and thrilling. It wasn't fierce like a fuck, just firm pressure, soft, moist flesh and a warm glowing rise in Flora's belly as the naked girl fucked against her steadily.
"Your--sister--was older?" Flora whispered.
"Oh, yes. Minnie and I did this lots of times," said Pam. "Please hold onto my bottom."
Flora slid her hand over and hung in full glory. The feel of those silken buttocks tensing and untensing drove her to an impossible heat. Her fingers slid inside of Pam's crack and she felt sweat and a rich smear of the girl's cunt juice. There was no doubt about it; Pam meant to go. Flora let the intense burn of sexual pleasure mount in her, sending her higher and hotter as Pam fucked off on the pelvic bone to her glory.
"Ah, un--I think--" gasped Pam. Then she straightened her body against Flora as if a hot cable pierced her from head to toe.
"OHHHHHHHHHH," went Pam. Flora felt the girl's sex burst in a fluttering run of spasms as the naked youngster writhed in pleasure. "Oh, oh, oh."
Flora just hung there in this weird, first ever lesbian experience, wondering if she'd been played the fool, or if Pam's older sister had cruelly trained her in woman sex without Pam knowing it.
"Ah. I feel ever so much better!" Pam relaxed and gave a laugh of relief. Then she squirmed down into the bed. "Minnie always made me do this," she said.
Flora could not speak. She could not move. She felt Pam slide her nylon pajama bottoms off her hips. She felt Pam's hot breath on her pubic hairs, then on her cunt. Her cunt flowed almost as wetly as Pam's.
"Oh," gasped Flora. "I don't think--"
"I don't mind," said Pam calmly and sucked Flora's cunt in her mouth. Flora almost left the bed in thrilling pleasure. She was already hot enough to scald iron. The voluptuous redhead greedily lapped up Flora's cunt fluids and then tongued into her slit and rode on Flora's clitoris.
To Flora the room seemed to swell and recede, and it seemed like the whole room turned over.
"Oh, God," she keened. "Jesus Christ, fucking, I'm ta-taken--" It was not humanly possible to hold back. She rutted her cunt on that hot, seeking, slurping mouth. "Fuck me, take me--do it." she cried. Then a great golden rush of pleasure locked her body.
"AIEEEEEEEEE," went Flora and expired into delicious throbs of orgasm. "Yeeee," she went, grabbing Pam's head and working off luscious, relieving spasms of her cunt. It was magnificent, giving up those pleasure darts of electric energy, getting it off. Her belly, her buttocks contracted over and over as she spent it all off for her young lover.
After that the two women lay in bed talking and Flora discovered that Pam did not, indeed, realize that her sister had trained her in lesbian sex. Or rather that Pam thought real sex was fucking a man and that girl play was just something some women did when they felt bad, like taking an aspirin.
Chastened, because after all the simple country girl had seduced the city-wise older woman, Flora decided not to lecture Pam, not tonight.
The best thing would've been to leave Pam and sleep elsewhere but Flora didn't have the heart. And so they cuddled and slept...
Flora awakened with a strange feeling of excitement, after endless erotic dreams. Her hand was wet, sticky.
Pam had gripped her wrist and rubbed her cunt against Flora's fingers. The soft, yielding flesh of Pam's cunt, the body hot feeling of the interior of the girl's vagina set off new desires in the older woman. It was an incredible moment, the deep night sexuality of fingering another woman's sex. Stirred, her own cunt responding, Flora thought wryly, as all women did, how she'd once been curious about having sex with another woman and tonight it had happened. Sweetly and easily with this innocent.
Flora's natural curiosity about things sexual burned in her and drove heron. She kissed Pam's rich breasts and sucked her nipples. Far from protesting, Pam moaned in pleasure and widened her legs for Flora's masturbation of her. With complete license to make love to the gorgeous redhead, Flora slid her tongue down Pam's belly, then over the gentle swell of her lower abdomen. As she felt the stiff pubic hairs rub her chin, Flora sensed a natural reluctance, but the pungent odor from Pam's cunt, girl in heat, pulled her along.
"I think I'll do you," she said in a thick voice.
"Please," Pam agreed.
Breathing fast, fascinated by this new experience, Flora tentatively licked the oozing girl slit, tasted Pam's cunt juice. Musky, but delicious.
"I like your taste," she laughed nervously.
"Minnie adored it," said Pam without shame. She widened her legs and gently held Flora's head to guide her. The smooth, wet flesh, the pink interior skin, the jump and quiver of Pam's sex nerves captured Flora entirely. Soon she was able to drink the cunt oils easily, and with a woman's superior knowledge tease and stroke Pam's cunt until the girl rose and squirmed and cried out in pleasure.
"I'm getting so hot! You're doing me!" cried Pam.
"You lovely, sexy--" Flora plunged her mouth back on Pam's cunt. She reveled in her ability to make the girl enjoy her body. Between licks and tongue thrusts, she spoke to Pam.
"You're a sex-crazed little bitch. You want to rut your guts out for me--I can lick your asshole--eat your slit--tear your red, quivering cunt walls out with my teeth--"
She was right. Pam was not used to this forthright language and it excited her more than her gentle-spoken lesbian sister had. Soon she plunged and rocked on Flora's face in uninhibited glee.
"Oh, the things you say--you mustn't talk like that--oh, that's too harsh--that's man talk--" moaned Pam. All the time she fucked hotter and hotter to Flora's rhythm giving the older woman a wild and rewarding sense of power.
"Go, bitch, go, go, go!" ordered Flora. She grabbed Pam's bare ass and really dug in, commanding her.
Pam rode right up and spilled into orgasm.
"Ah, ah, I can't--ahhhhh. NOW!" Then Pam stiffened and paid off with her girl throbs, delighting Flora right down to her toes.
Flora held on, still swallowing girl juice, reluctant to break contact with Pam's hot, spasming cunt. The girl caught her breath, tensed, throbbed, sighed and relaxed. But as Flora gently dabbed the passive pink cunt, Pam tensed again and expressed more of her joy with muted contractions and jerks of her body.
"Glorious," murmured Flora. "Glorious." She enjoyed entering this secret world of lesbian sex, although she'd have screamed protests if anyone accused her of being interested in her own sex.
Next day, however, her conscience troubled her. She wondered if her bad luck with men had altered her sexual nature. How horrible it would be to turn into a crusty old dyke! She was troubled on another count. She was hungry for love, for body contact, after so long an abstinence, never mind what the sex.
She noticed this especially with young John Wiggins. John was the seventeen year old son of her best friend, Dora. Flora hired the boy to help her with heavy work around the apartments. It gave the youth pocket money when he was too young to work full time and saved Flora hiring more expensive adult help. Today for the first time she found herself staring at the coil of his young cock in his pants and thinking delicious, salacious thoughts. Young John was quite attractive; no wonder she'd asked Dora recklessly that time if Dora ever got sexy ideas about him. It was she, Flora, who had the problem, she decided with an ironic grin to herself.
"John," she said impulsively, "have you ever had sex with a girl?"
"Oh, no Ma'am, never," said John. "My mother would kill me." He blushed to have the subject even come up.
After he'd gone Flora thought: I've got to settle down before I turn into a complete sex pervert. Imagine lusting after the son of her best friend. Imagine going to bed with a young girl for lesbian sex. Back to her trusty vibrator!
Rich returned to his wife after a couple of days' absence. Good, thought Flora. They can start all over again, and this time I won't get mixed up in it. She kept her resolution for another two days. Then late one night she heard a soft, urgent tapping on her door. When she opened it, she stared into the weeping face of Pam Evans. But what shocked Flora was the girl's cheeks, forehead and hair. They were dappled with white fluid, splotches here and there. A gleaming web of jism looped on the girl's red hair. Pam reeked of the strong odor of male come.
"Oh, Flora," she wailed.
"My God, what happened?" Flora took the weeping girl into her apartment.
"Rich, of course--" wept Pam. She said they'd had a tender reunion but right away Rich began to hammer at her about having his cock sucked. Tonight when she'd refused, he'd held her to the bed with one knee and jacked off, shooting his come all over her face and hair.
Upset with both of them--Rich for being a pig, and Pam for being a prissy--Flora helped the girl wash off and let her crawl into her bed. She had a job as a waitress with early morning hours and she didn't want to return to her apartment that night.
After Pam had been settled, Flora went to see Rich. She found him sitting on the couples' bed in his shorts, despondent.
"What's the matter with you, Rich? You've got an innocent, sensitive country girl who has to be introduced gradually to new things in sex."
"All she wants is to fuck in the missionary position once a night," said Rich gloomily.
"Give her time. She'll open up. After a few months of the same old thing, she'll ask you to experiment more. When in love most women will eventually do anything their man wants."
"You should've showed her how to do it that time," he countered. "Pam adores you--she'd listen to you."
"I'm not a sex surrogate. I don't give my love to solve other people's problems. It means too much to me."
He grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed. "Then I can tell you the truth. I'm crazy to fuck you! Have been since we first came here." Heart pounding, frightened, she struggled with him. "Rich, Rich."
"You like me. I know you do. You're passionate, hungry. I can tell. Those big, brown eyes. Those wet lips. You walk like you've got a pickle up your ass--or wished you had a prick up there." He was beside himself.
Scared but not panicked, Flora wrestled with him firmly, keeping her head. After all, he was young and inexperienced himself. He'd just had a big excitement with Pam and was stirred up. Furthermore his young cock has just been emptied.
"Rich, I'm old and ugly--"
"That you are not. You've got a slim body. Cute little tits, sticking right up there. Long legs, a tight belly, a terrific little ass. I dig older women, always have."
Though she turned her head, he kept kissing her on the cheeks, the mouth, her chin. His hand dug at her cunt through her pants.
"Rich, I'm throwing you--oh!--out of my apartment. I won't be raped!"
"Wrong! You're crazy for young cock. You deserve young cock." His hand boldly dug into her cunt through her pants and panties.
"Rich. Stop! You've got a beautiful young wife...."
"Beautiful but too young," he moaned. "Dull in sex."
She had to surge up against his hand. Under the stimulation her cunt went creamy wet. "Rich, I won't allow--mmmmmmmm" His tongue plunged into her mouth in a wet kiss. His hand continued to rub her cunt as deep as the cloth would let him go. His young intensity burned into her. For a few seconds she gave herself up to that sexy, abandoned kiss and masturbation, allowing herself to grind her hips against his hand. Then she fell back gasping. Rich stared deep into her eyes, caught in his intense sexual need.
"Flora, I want you so bad. Oh, Flora--"
She could hardly speak from her own bursting desires. "Rich, we can't. We just can't." But it sang in her mind that he lusted for her instead of Pam. He had Pam and she was dull. He wanted her body, her excitement, her lust.
"Just once, Flora. I'll never bother you again."
She reached down and found his cock as it jutted out of his shorts. To her astonishment, it was hot and rock hard, even though he'd so recently jacked off in his wife's face. Her tits burned, her cunt oiled and she thrilled to hold that savage, reckless cock meat.
"No, Rich. It's impossible," she said without conviction. But he sensed her sexed up state. He crawled over her presenting the big, hard prick to her, and she stared at the glorious length of it, its sleek hardness, its reddened, fuck-hungry state. Heart pounding, she ingested the flared head of the cock, pressing it into the roof of her mouth. Then she widened her lips and nubbed the part just under the flared edge where the richest sex nerves were.
"Oh, my God. Oh, Jesus, beeyootiful," cried Rich.
Flora felt the feminine excitement of controlling the strong, masculine body by her stimulation of those few inches of cock. How remarkable to bring so much pleasure for such a small action. She tasted the fresh, sweet meat of his prick in her mouth and had to groan in her own rising sexuality. It was almost as thrilling to suck on a stiff, young prick as to be fucked. Her cunt ran wet; the walls of her vagina contracted a little as she ate.
Then, reluctantly, she pulled away from his cock and slid out from under him. Still making fuck motions in the delicious first stages of the suck, Rich was too slow to stop her.
"No, Rich," she said. "We can't do it. It's just like a huge gob of a sweet dessert set before a fat person. It's a few seconds of joy but a lifetime of regret."
She meant that it would not only hurt his marriage, but it put her too much under control of one of her tenants. Then, too, as an older woman, she would suffer the agony, not he, when it was over.
On his hands and knees on the bed, his cock jutting out, still wet with her saliva, he cried: "Flora, I've got to have you. I need an older woman."
"Then you should've married one," she said and went out of the bedroom.
He caught her at the door leading into the hall. He pulled her down on the rug and before she knew it her pants and shirt were gone. His determination astounded and thrilled her.
"I'm going to have you even if I go to jail for it," he said between clenched teeth. He pulled her, nude except for her sopping panties, on top of his naked body.
At that moment Flora knew she'd have to give in. His nakedness, his intensity set her on fire as she hadn't been for years. The young pup really was crazy to have her, never mind Pam and the other troubles.
"Then just once, Rich, just wowrrrrr--"
He cock has stabbed into her mouth as he had her in the 69 position. She closed her eyes, took hold of his shaft with one hand, gently rubbed his balls with the other and bobbed her head, giving him rich oral strokes of joy down half his cock.
"Ah, Jesus. Oh goddam, that feels great!" He made quick little fuck motions to get more prick into her mouth. Chuckling with her mouth closed on his prick, she resisted, knowing how good it felt for a man's stiff prick to punch against sexy restrictions. "Oh, my God, that's it. Oh, my God." He stopped trying to deep throat her now. With a couple of convulsive jerks he eased off to let her manage his prick. She could tell at once that rich was a confirmed oralist and loved the passive-active difference between that and fucking. He'd probably learned the joys of cocksucking from an older woman.
She stopped long enough to ask. "Who was she, Rich. The woman that taught you these joys?"
"Mum--my last landlady. I used to bring young chicks in, but none of them could really do it like she could. But, Flora, she wasn't nearly as good-looking as you." "Stiff cocks make men liars," she laughed. She blew sexily on his prick.
"No, I swear it," he said. "Ever since we moved in, I've been going crazy to have a suck with you. It was lousy for me, lying there in bed naked with Pam and all I could think about was getting my cock in your face. Oh, Flora, I dig you!"
Maybe it was true. Maybe not. Somehow she felt reassured about his sex with his former landlady. She now saw that her young tenants were slightly pixilated, Pam with her unconscious lesbian fucking and Rich with his landlady lust. She felt the tight feeling in her chest, the turgid, steady throb of her heart, as her body was thrillingly involved with this powerful young cock. Why not? Why not, indeed? After all, she'd already fucked his wife, and maybe she owed him some pleasure.
Delighted with her secret and her sense of wickedness, seldom permitted to a woman of her age, she began to suck and lave his cock. She ran her tongue around the reddened, fussed cock head while he sighed in pleasure. She slurped loudly, sucking up his preseminal fluid that leaked crystal clear out of his little hole. She tongued down his blade slowly while he gasped in joy and then gently, firmly sucked in his balls, one at a time and thrilled them with her mouth action.
"Oh, oh, oh." Rich undulated in rapture. His buttocks tensed and relaxed and he made the most delicate little fuck motions she'd ever sensed.
It felt like the top of her own head might come off. To make his body writhe in pleasure, make his gasp and grunt and babble was an unforgettable thrill, after all her lonely times.
"Flora, I love you. Oh, you're magnificent. Oh, Jesus, you're sexy. It feels twice as good as fucking Pam."
He slid her panties off her hips and went for her cunt. Flora lost his cock in the deep gasp of sexuality she had to give as he inhaled her clit, his mouth sucking apart her swollen cunt lips. It felt like someone had invented a great joy prod and titillated it right on the center of her sexual being.
"Ah, Jesus, ah suck me. Oh, Christ, you're pulling my cunt out of my body."
Flora thrashed about in a delirium of joy. Rich stopped long enough to let her catch up on her breathing and relax.
"That dumb Pam doesn't get that excited when she comes," he laughed. "God, what a sweet suck you are."
Flora ached with joy and sex tension from her toes to her head as he resumed his suction on her cunt. She couldn't quite believe him about Pam. When she'd fucked the girl, Pam had seemed hot enough. Or maybe the girl thought she was supposed to play it cool with a man. It didn't matter right now...
The first flush of rich sex contact over, she settled down to the deeper, more powerful action of sucking him. She took his cock back into her mouth and gave him precious friction, testing his prick with a range of harsh and soft suckings to see what turned him on. Like most men, Rich responded best to a harsh, insistent riding on his cock with some teeth-grooving that would leave him a little sore later but would increase his thrills while being sucked.
The crazy thing about cocksucking, she'd learned from her husband, was a man's reluctance to have his jism unplugged. He was both crazy to throw it, and crazy to hold it. A powerful cocksuck overrode his controls and drove him dizzy with desire.
"Sweet Christ, you're taking me there," he moaned. His loins drilled rhythmically against her. "Higher, higher, oh, God."
The best part of all. Hot animal lust. She rammed and reamed her cunt faster and faster on his face, her own thrills mounting, her legs, belly, chest, everything getting fuller, richer, more hungry for the sex explosion. Nothing in the world equalled this. His naked body under her felt moist, warm, terrific. His smooth young skin entranced her. His youthful intensity seemed to burn inside her own skin. Now they were one creature, bound together by the rapid stimulation of cock and clit.
"It isn't--easy--we'll do it--" she gasped to him.
He understood at once what she said. Usually inexperienced oralists had to do each other one at a time. Not in this case. Both of them rocked in receiving pleasure even as they gave pleasure, as tightly bound together in their passion as in any fuck.
She felt Rich go up towards his orgasm. His body missed strokes, he cried out "oh, oh, oh," and lifted, then fell back, then lifted again. This time his delicious freeze-lock was on the way.
"Oh, Flora, I'm FUUUUUUUUUCKED," he shouted.
She sucked faster. She felt his muscles turn to iron. He gave a deep gasp of the sex-wounded in their ultimate pleasure. "AH!" Then came the miracle. Even as he broke, he kept up pressure on her cunt.
Spurt! A youthful burst of fresh semen shot into her mouth. Quickly, excited, Flora swallowed it barely n time to receive the next. Spurt, spurt. His cock went on delivering forceful blasts of hot liquid into her mouth, and her eyes teared at the concentration she gave to manage it all. What a sweet, relieving orgasm he had!
Right in the middle of his wet spasms he took her. Flora felt a dropping away in exquisite pleasure. Then the squeezing rush of pleasure that told her she no longer controlled her own body. Extreme tension as her muscles locked. Sweet, sweet pressure like trying to burst through a velvet wall. And then holy, incredible relief.
She tried to close her legs on his head. "Mmmmm," was all she could manage. She dare not open her mouth for fear of losing her precious, spurted jism. Then her own spasms came, her cunt closing on his tongue, her sex nerves throbbing, throbbing in golden splendor. She had never spent herself off so happily and openly as with this young lover. She felt her whole body open up to accept his love and her cunt was like a vise locking and unlocking to express her womanly submission to his suck.
At last he was done spending. She got her mouth free.
"AHHHHHH. Oh, Rich I'm soooo FUUU-UUCKED," she cried and gave him another run of spasms. He held her tightly as she jerked off her joy and even ran his tongue a couple of inches up her crack to dab at her asshole as it throbbed in rhythm to her coming.
"Squeeze it off, hot bitch landlady!" he sang.
When her runs were over they laid exactly as they were in love-locked contact, his cock softening against her cheek, her cunt hair rubbing his chin. The double suck had exhausted both of them and they were content to rest and enjoy the euphoria, the sense of well-being and rich rewards of relaxed nerves that followed a good sex act. No pill, no drug could ever engender that sweet feeling, thought Flora.
"I told you I loved you, or it couldn't have been as good," Rich breathed.
"Rich," she breathed. "Let's not create problems."
Problems there were, Flora realized over the next few days. Her sex acts with the two young people had opened a new world for her with rare joys but lots of dangers. Of lesbianism. Of adultery. Of wanting more and more of those questing young bodies and having them taken from her. The old should never have sex with the young, she knew that. Before Pam and Rich her life has been neurotic and lonely, yet safe. Now she lived on the brink--
Pam was after her. Rich was after her. Neither would be specific, but she knew that Pam wanted to sleep with her again and that Rich wanted more of the goodies he'd stolen on that other night. She? She avoided them. She wanted to escape back into her safer world. Sex wasn't like candy where you took a bite and immediately wanted more. When feelings were involved, you pulled back, waited, feared...
Flora avoided her young tenants as much as she could, but what made her uneasy was the patient look in their eyes. Their eyes seemed to say: "Sooner or later, you'll want it. You'll beg for it."
And neither knew that she was lover to the other!
Another crisis burst across her life that temporarily buried her problem with Pam and Rich. Dora called to say that John had disappeared. There was a wild three days with Dora in her apartment weeping and cursing and proclaiming her son had met with foul play and had been kidnapped or killed. Police came and went, and there was even a small story in the newspaper. But the world didn't get very excited by the disappearance of a seventeen year old boy, despite Dora's flair for the dramatic.
On the third day Dora vanished back to her own home, announcing that she was prepared to live the rest of her life in perpetual mourning, divorced by her husband and shriven of her only child by a ruthless world.
"You'd best call me every day," said Dora. "I may kill myself without warning."
"Of course, dear," said Flora. Considering the amount of groceries her friend had consumed during the vigil, Flora doubted that her friend was ready to die, but she'd rather have Dora at telephone length than right in her ear.
Flora felt puzzled by John's disappearance, but not unduly alarmed. She'd always felt Dora held on to him too tightly and might someday force him to do a disappearing act.
The whole thing was solved when John appeared at Flora's door one night, looking pale and thin.
"I'm not a queer," he said.
"What?" cried Flora.
Then the boy burst into tears and clung to her, weeping. Knowing how rarely seventeen year old boys wept, Flora soothed him and waited for his story. It came out slowly. The boys had always kidded him about his overprotective mother. Then the other night he'd been talking about sex with his best buddy and they decided to masturbate. His buddy challenged him to put his mouth on his prick, but John wouldn't do that. What he did do--he opened his mouth and held it a few inches away from his buddy's cock when the other boy came. He wanted to see what sperm tasted like. Three other guys came in just as his buddy spurted a couple of good shots into John's mouth, that was when they ragged him about being a mother's boy and a queer.
Flora sensed that it took tremendous shame and guilt for young John to tell her this story. The poor kid was at a crisis point in his life. He'd run away from his friends, but now he dared not face his mother either.
"She'll get the thing out of me and I'll never hear the end of it," moaned John. "Mrs. Brooks, what can I do?"
"I don't know, Johnny," she sighed. "We can't stop what other people think and say about us.
But you have to call your mother to tell her you're all right. She's going out of her mind."
"If you do, I'll run away again," John threatened. The only thing to do was put him up for the night, thought Flora. Calm him down. Work with it. It wouldn't hurt Dora to go another night without knowing he was safe. It was partly her fault anyway that the boy felt he had to run. Tomorrow she could talk sense into his head.
Flora tried to feed John and calm him down.
Get him to watch TV and get some sleep in a bed she'd make for him in the living room. But the boy went on and on about that incident. He didn't want to eat, or watch TV or sleep. He just kept asking her if he were gay and was it possible to be so and not know it.
"John, do you masturbate with pictures of naked girls?" she asked.
"No. I haven't got any pictures like that," he said. "Mom wouldn't have 'em in the house."
"Well, what do you think about when you masturbate."
"How good it feels." At least he could work up to a weak grin.
But the solution didn't occur to Flora until late at night when she'd gotten John more or less settled and went in to take her own shower. The idea gave her a tingle in her cunt.
"If I can give that boy a hard-on, his worries are over," she told her mirror. Then she had to laugh at her image, so serious and wrapped up in this latest sex problem the world had dumped on her doorstep.
Fresh from her shower, pink and glowing, Flora paraded into her living room before the boy, who stared sullenly off into space. His eyes avoided her towel-wrapped body.
"John," she said softly. "Look at me."
Reluctantly he looked at her body. Slowly she unwound the towel, exposing herself to him. Her upstanding breasts were caught in a thin net bra that revealed her lush pink nipples. Her panties were her last pair of see-through nylons. She knew John could see her pubic bush, though not her slit. Then she turned slowly like a model, and he could see her ass, the crack quite plain through the thin gauze of the panties.
John's eyes bugged out at seeing his mother's best friend near-nude. But Flora sensed at once she'd missed the boat again. The boy was shocked, not stimulated. It was too much, too fast. She felt a blush mount high to her cheeks. Dora was right. Flora was out of sync with the rest of the world when it came to her frankness about sex.
"I'm sorry, John," she said. "I thought it might give you an erection and you'd know you were all man." She grabbed up the towel to put it on and make her shameful escape.
His eyes glowed. "No, don't go. Mrs. Brooks, you could help me so much. If you'd only touch me--down there--"
She looked at his young face, at his earnest eyes. She hadn't actually thought beyond a harmless striptease. Besides, touching might not prove much. A young boy, queer or not, would probably get hard at manual stimulation.
"Oh, John, I don't know..."
"Then stand there and do it again," he begged. He was in his shorts, and when she nervously complied he brought out his cock and began to job himself, staring at her body. It was really weird. John had a man's cock, bigger than Rich's, and it grew right out of his fist as he stared at her and jacked off. Flora felt her cunt go hot and her head get dizzy. My God, what was she doing to the son of her best friend?
"Oh--Flora--that's great," he said. "Would you--could you--"
She knew what he wanted. She felt a little sickened by the rush of her own hormones. But she had to go through with it. She reached back and undid her bra and then showed him her naked breasts, cupping them and pointing them at the boy. Her nipples were flint hard and her breasts felt sexy and tongue hungry. She peeled off her panties even more reluctantly. She knew he'd see the rich gleam of her cunt oils that already felt hot between her legs.
"Ah, fantastic!" he cried, wetting his lips, jacking himself off as he gazed at her naked body.
Standing there, Flora felt a seizure like she'd never felt before. John's cock was better than six inches, his balls tight and hard with come. She almost passed out with dizziness and hunger. But--Dora's son--
Her lust was just too much. She walked over to the sofa, a sex blush down to her shoulders, heart throbbing, cunt flowing. She had no desire to suck the boy.
"I'm going to let you fuck me," she said to John in a low, shaky voice.
"Oh, Flora," he breathed, eyes big and round.
She pushed him back on the sofa. He went down, eyes watching her hypnotized. She felt like a snake who'd paralyzed a rabbit. She mounted his hips, took hold of his hard meat and squeezed his prick. She almost died. It had been a long, long time since she'd felt a cock in her cunt and that had been a softer cock and she hadn't liked her date very much. This was prime young fucking stuff and if that made her a coarse old bitch, that's what she was.
"If feels hot," he gasped.
That it did, to her too. Her body honey laved his prick head as she sat on it and took it into her cunt. His smooth, hard flesh struck her clit and she moaned.
"You're not gay, dear," she said. "You're going to be one hot cock-plunging lover."
"Oh, Flora."
She oozed down feeling the wonder of his young meat opening her cunt walls. Virgin boy meat. She would never be able to forgive herself, yet this was the most exciting moment she could remember in her recent years.
"Oh, John, that feels so good. GOOD," she enthused. Slowly, gasping and wiggling her hips, she worked his prick deep into her body. At last she had his entire length buried in her. She leaned over and stared down into his eyes. They seemed like dark pools of lascivious delight, innocent and yet capable of drowning her.
"Now then, Johnny," she whispered. "Move your prick in and out of me while I hold still."
"Ah, uh," he went and began to fuck up into her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she went. "Ahhhhhhhhh, John. You have--incredible prick. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Am I doing it--ri-right? Uh, that feels so hot, tight."
"Just--keep--on," she managed. It was pure heaven letting the young prick slide in her channel.
As for the boy, he lived in his own sexy heaven. As yet he wasn't aware of her body, her subsidiary charms, such as the clever, womanly turn of her torso above him, the smooth, naked skin, the small, well-shaped breasts with the flint tips, the soft glazed face of a fucked woman under his prick control, the tensions he created in her male-penetrated body.
He felt only this wonderful and weird new sensation of his stiff cock buried in her vagina and moving.
"Oh--Flora--so slick, so hot. It feels so good."
It amazed her to realize how deep the fuck instinct went. Once his cock was imbedded in her, he moved as naturally as if he'd done it all of his life and she also moved by instinct. She shifted her hips from side to side and back and forth to achieve a slight cork-screw effect that made her cunt glow and tingle with added pleasure. "John--how do you feel?"
His eyes looked glazed. "Like I'm... about to explode out of my skin," he gasped.
He was going to come too soon. That, also, was natural in a youngster whose sex equipment, though powerful, was tested for the first time. Her body heat, the slickness and the tightness of her cunt overwhelmed his senses. She had to slow him down because at this point her more experienced cunt was not yet ready for the ultimate delight. Should she let him go? Even if he spent prematurely, she could count on his young stiffness lasting long enough to get her own orgasmic thrill. He might even drop back to half hard and then work up another load to spurt into her, with even greater pleasure in the friction when her tunnel was oiled by his first jism. Still, it would diminish his pleasure in his very first fuck. It would make him feel inadequate in his very first effort.
"John, are you about to come?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yes. I'm... almost there."
"I don't want you to come yet. It's too soon." Panic washed across his face. "Don't think... I can hold."
Reluctantly she slid off his cock. It cuddled along her seam and she felt it give dry-throbs of near-coming. Oh, what a fabulous instrument a man's cock was, to give so much pleasure.
"I did that to give us more fun later," she said. She laid down on his naked body and slid her smooth stomach over his. "We'll play a while just to keep you interested. Sex is fun. Sex is play."
He gave a tentative grin. So far he'd taken the whole fuck as seriously as an operation. She licked, nibbled and kissed his throat, his neck, his cheeks. It was a sex-tickle and he laughed and began to relax. She licked and sucked his male nipples which embarrassed him but made him feel good.
"Now you understand a little bit why women's breasts feel good when a man eats them," she said. She slid a breast into John's mouth. His hot abrasive tongue made the sex thrills shoot up her backbone and her cunt squeeze out more happy juice. Slow, she told herself. Or else I'll be coming too soon myself. Nevertheless, she risked his suckling her other nipple and gasped and felt her hot burning-molasses sensation inside that meant she was superhot.
"Oh, John!"
She began to kiss him on the mouth, undulating her whole nakedness against him as she felt electric thrills.
He took her kisses, awkwardly at first, as a boy accepts a kiss from his mother or aunt. Then she sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit and grooved on it with her teeth, gently, and he gasped at this small outrage. In no time at all he thrilled at their open-mouthed, wet french kissing.
"So different... really kissing," he breathed between times.
She wanted to laugh at the fast learning rate of her young lover. Repulsed at first by her warm saliva, he drank it eagerly in about thirty seconds of love play. She used her tongue to lick his cheeks, dig into his eye sockets and his ears.
"Oh, wow, that's weird. Sexy," he laughed.
He wasn't lying. His cock, warm against her seam stayed hard. She tensed her buttocks as she brought her legs together to capture his cock along her seam, the long way in her crack, the way his hard-on bent upwards they made an excellent fit. Then she fucked off on his pelvis, smearing his lower abdomen and pubic hairs with her gash fluid. The sweet friction on his captured cock made him cry out in joy.
"Oh, God, that's hot, hot," he said.
She could bring him like that, she knew, and herself, too. It was time to go animal. Quickly she lifted her loins and took his cock in her cunt. This time her swollen, wet cunt easily took his eager rod to its depth. Lying on him, kissing, rubbing her tits on his chest, she began to fuck recklessly, joyfully.
"Ah, eh, uh, uh, uh," he went, plunging faster and faster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she commanded going into her burning, pleasure-soaked erotic state.
They clung, savoring the friction, speaking only in pleasure monosyllables as they fucked faster and faster, rising to glory.
The boy hardly froze at all. Lost fn her own wild friction heaven, she became aware that his body stilled.
"AHHHHHH," he gave a clipped, wounded sound.
Then she felt his first ejaculative gush, driven by the fantastic back pressure of his young balls. SPURT. It seemed like his sex fluid scalded her. Stunned into pleasure to feel his young body submit, she had to stop, to freeze herself.
"JOHNNNNNNNNNNN," she wailed, heart thumping in her ultimate joy.
She hung in delicious pre-orgasm while he spent, releasing huge semen bursts against her womb while he grunted ecstatic sounds. Spurt, spurt, spurt.
Then she joined him, closing her legs on his prick. THROB! Her sex network let got with intense, electric thrills that wracked her body. Throb, throb, throb. At these delicious moments, Flora felt she was at the center of the point of life and death, that all meaning came in those exquisite body agonies, everything feeling marvelous and yet serious, as if her orgasm expressed her whole identity in the world. Which it did, because for a woman it was the beginning of a new life creation when things were right.
Always in the better orgasms, Flora secretly hoped her lover's hot jism would burn through into her womb and give her a baby, although she was too old for that, and on the pill besides.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," she went, enjoying the extended spasms of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," went John reveling in the triumph of having fucked a beautiful woman and laid his cock juice deep in her guts.
They went silent and still, savoring their euphoria. As her body glowed, Flora felt a twinge of her conscience. But she could worry about that tomorrow...
The aftermath was even worse than Flora had feared. Dora really got angry at her for holding back on the news of John's return and at John for coming home to Flora, not her. On Flora's advice, John lied about why he'd fled, blaming it on a phantom girl he'd met who'd led him a merry chase. They barely sold that lie to Dora, who remained half-suspicious about her son and her best friend. Dora tartly informed Flora that John wouldn't be working for her any more.
On top of that, the Evans' were back on Flora's neck, issuing constant invitations to dinner, wanting to visit her in her apartment. Finally she had to tell them she didn't think it a good idea for landlords to mix with tenants and shut the door on their faces.
And, of course, John called every day, wanting to sneak over behind his mother's back and enjoy more fuck goodies from her.
"No, John. I helped you with your problem. You must understand mine. I'm a woman of forty-two and I can't have a eighteen year old lover."
Young lovers! Irresistible, and yet they could sap your life's strength. Flora threw herself into her work of managing her apartments. She started to redecorate one of the units, a chore long overdue.
One night, almost two weeks after the episode with John, she went to the murky storeroom located at the edge of her property to dig out some old lamps she planned to refurbish. She had carefully figured out her life for the next few months. Get that apartment fixed and then go to her church and join the singles club they had and find her some dates with men of her own age, try that again. At least her young lovers had taught her that her sex life was far from over, that she had a lot of love mileage left...
The storeroom was large, musty and spooky at this time of night. It was located on the edge of the units adjacent to a large parking lot and isolated. Flora never went there at night for fear that someone might accost her in this lonely spot. Tonight the light switch didn't work. She almost gave up to return tomorrow, then, angry at her own groundless fears, she found one of the flashlights on the shelf near the door and moved into the room. She'd gone barely a dozen steps when she thought she heard a strange sound and froze. Seconds later a strong arm closed around her from behind. A hand clapped over her mouth; she was lifted from the floor...
There were two of them, she could tell from the shuffling of feet and the feel of hands. While one secured her, the other tied her up--first her ankles then her arms. They blindfolded her and gagged her. Then she was tossed on someone's shoulders like a bag of potatoes and carried, struggling and grunting, ignominiously from the room.
The shock, fear and humiliation of that kidnapping almost made her faint, but her anger kept her conscious. She was sure that she would be robbed, probably raped and possibly killed. She squirmed and tried to fuss through her gag, wearing herself out as they took her to--where?
She was brought to a room. She was tossed on a bed. Her ankles were untied, her pants and panties stripped off. She kicked furiously and her ankles were retied. Her hands were untied, and off came her shirt. She was naked.
Rape.
She'd fought so hard she'd temporarily used up all her muscle power. Her legs and arms were too weak to offer further resistance. Oh, it was humiliating to be tied up and handled like a small child.
It got worse. An outrageous hand slid between her legs and began to frig her cunt. Since her legs were tied it was hard for the attacker to get his hand inside her cunt but that made it bad for her too. Once he got his finger up her cunt with her legs locked, the contact, the pressure on her clit was incredible.
That wasn't the worst of it. A soft, hot mouth closed on her nipples. The stranger's tongue dragged sexily over her erotic centers, sending flames down her reluctant body. Even though she didn't feel sexy, her cunt had to oil from mechanical contact with that hand. Oil and swell. Her stimulated clit had to send out signals, even though her fright and rage sensed little sex.
Then she heard a giggle. Pam Evans.
Her relief and her anger mingled. "Mrrann-ngggllll!" she went through her gag. How dare they do this to her. Why they could get life in prison for this! Surely, she'd have them out of their apartment in twenty-four hours. It pointed up again what a mistake it was to rent to reckless young people.
Oh, that finger in her cunt did feel good.
"Flora, can you hear me?" It was Pam.
She made a sound and then realized they couldn't understand her. She nodded her head.
"You had sex with my husband behind my back," said Pam. "This is your punishment."
"Mrrranglllll."
She heard Rich's voice at her other ear. "You had sex with my wife and girl-fucked her without telling me. We compared notes the other day finally, and we decided on your punishment. So we followed you tonight."
Then he dug a wet tongue in her ear and when it was sensitized he blew in it to make her shiver...
They had unscrewed the light bulbs in the storeroom, of course. Really trapped her. They'd probably brought her to her own room, her own bed, the sex-crazy fools!
Her cunt oiled furiously now. Her body ached with sex tension. She realized how sexy it was to be blindfolded, gagged, tied and to have her erotic centers fondled. She was sure it was Rich's finger up her cunt and Pam's mouth on her tits--and they made her respond. She tried to open her thighs and fuck off the bed. Her excited breathing rushed through her nostrils. The skin all over her body tingled from the helplessness, the sexuality of her bondage. So this was what the bondage freaks always talked about. They were right. She felt intensely vulnerable and therefore hot and erotic in the capture of the two young people.
Rich pulled some of her cunt juice back down her seam, smearing her asshole. Then he calmly opened her up, circling his finger on her sphincter and prying open her anus. As she felt his finger invade her gut, she lifted right up off the bed and strained in shivering sexual rushes. Her heart hammered in her chest. My God!
Pam's soft, naked body slid on top of hers. She felt the magnificent breasts, the hard-pointed nipples dig into her flesh. She felt the full warmth of the girl's body and then Pam's hot, wet gash begin to ride her pelvis, mingling pubic hairs with her. Only this time Pam left nothing to chance. Her finger slid into Flora's cunt. No--it was Rich's. He had a finger each inside of her cunt and inside of her asshole while Pam rode on top of her.
"Shall we fuck her off?" giggled Pam.
"Blindfolded, gagged and tied," said Rich. "Let's make this turkey gobble."
Then Pam leaned forward and began to suckle her tits again, while she rode the cunt. Rich dug his fingers in and out, in and out, both inside her cunt, across her clit, and deep inside her asshole. The action was incredible. Exquisite. Flora almost exploded with the pure joy of it. Her pleasure soared with huge bounds of tensions and friction. She writhed, moaned, gasped and sweated in their capture, wanting to scream out for them to stop.
There was no stopping. Held down by the velvet weight, suckled, fucked and finger-cornholed she was whipped into a sexual fury. It could have only one outcome and that very quickly. Dizzy, half-mad with friction pleasure, Flora tensed and gave up her sex, almost silently because of her gag, but with huge roaring sounds in her ears.
THROB! THROB! THROB! THROB!
For the first time in her life, she actually fainted from the stimulation and the raging joy-torture of her body. She spun down into soft velvet folds of delight, not knowing which part of her body gave her such ecstasy, but spending, surrendering, spasming, giving up her total sexuality to her sexy tormentors. If it had not been so pleasure-crammed she'd've thought she died. The Evans' had reached her total capacity for eroticism and thrown her into overload...
When she came to again she had a cock in her mouth. Rich's straining member, of course. She felt like a small, unimportant child. She was dazed from her big orgasm, passive, content. She sucked obediently on the meaty prick, just not wanting to move or think, her body felt so good.
"See how she sucks me? See how easy it is?" Rich asked his wife.
"Be damned," said Pam. "Right in her mouth."
Being fucked out like this was a special glory, thought Flora. She felt a pleasant tingle in her cunt from sucking his cock, but there was no tension. Then Pam began to suck her cunt and there was still no tension-eagerness to fuck back, just soft pleasure from the wet, lapping tongue. But she put more effort into her cocksuck. Rich began to thrust and moan, still telling Pam how it felt, how it worked.
That, discovered Flora, was sex in a completely different way. They had untied her, removed the blindfold and, of course, the gag. She handled Rich's prick without having to think about it. What captured her and set her mind on fire was that they used her for a conduit to drink off Rich's prick.
Pam's hot eager tongue reamed her cunt, restoring the sex thrills and making her hotter to suck his cock. As she sucked faster, harder, he--he--
She turned her head. Pam had stretched out beside her, angled over her belly to suck cunt. That enabled Rich to reach down from his position at Flora's shoulders, knees just under her armpits, to frig his wife's cunt. They had a daisy chain going! Rich frigged his wife who dug her loins eagerly to his finger. Pam sucked her cunt to make her thrill and rise to new sex. She sucked Rich's prick, which delighted him and made him drive his finger faster into Pam's cunt, who sucked Flora harder--and so on.
"Ah, Jesus, ah, ah, ah," went Rich, rising right up and going out of his mind. Flora felt his cock tense and his thrusting hips still.
He burst. As she eagerly drank his jism spurts, she felt her own cunt go, not as hard as before, but there was a crazy tickle in her mind and she pulled her legs together on Pam's head and came.
Drinking and coming smoothly, she felt Pam flip over into her payoff. The girl must've sensed her husband's hot throwing of jism into the other woman's mouth, and felt Flora's cunt throbs. She raced her cunt on Rich's fingers and expired herself.
"Oh, ah, Jesus. Doooooooone," Pam whined in pleasure.
It was the beginning of a long, exotic night of sex for the two young people and their sexy, older landlady...
This was the beginning of a long and satisfying new sex life for Flora Brooks, the older woman who thought her love life had ended at forty. When she consulted me, she had continued to have sex with young people for a number of years. Her beauty, her open manner, her strong drives continually won her new lovers. Her affairs with the Evans' lasted a year, until they moved into their own house. Likewise she taught young John the full array of sexual possibilities and enjoyed his love for many months, unbeknownst to his mother, until John, thoroughly prepared, sought a girl of his own age group. After that Flora rented to other tenants, some of them youngsters and sex-willing.
I could only advise her to continue what she was doing. She brought happiness to her lovers and to herself. Someday she might find a youngish man to marry or tire of her youthful lovers and find and older person. Age does not matter in cases like this. If a person gives and gets love and satisfies the other there is no further requirement. I can only hope that other attractive older women would jump the fence of the "forbidden" and wander in these pleasure pastures...
CASE HISTORY THREE - Frisky Nesbit
Frisky Nesbit was a masturbation freak.
This is a rare phenomena in a woman and doubly rare in one so young and attractive. There are other features which make her case one of my most fascinating and absorbing. Married young, she made a mess of it and after that her older brothers did not let her out of their sight. They were ashamed of their sister, divorced at nineteen. Forced to live in a rural area, a pleasant, mountainous ranch country, she fought to escape what most of us would love as an environment, and this also affected her sex drives. But most of all her addiction to her small, plastic vibrator set her up for the wild escapades that finally changed her life...
Rising on that fateful morning on her brother's ranch, Frisky rolled out of bed and immediately reached under the mattress to find her small vibrator. She rubbed it between her legs until she felt a pleasant glow and then slipped it in without turning it on.
This was her morning ritual. As she washed and dressed she felt the friendly presence of the four inch tube inside of her, giving her slight tingles as she walked. It had become a delicious game to hold it inside of her cunt with her vagina muscles. As her cunt became slippery from its presence, that was harder. When she became so aroused that she was too wet to hold it, it was time to harvest all those good feelings and she did so joyously.
Downstairs she found her sister-in-law alone and irritable. Donald, Frisky's brother, was gone for the day.
"He was supposed to guide the Putnam-Harper party over the mountain to Proud's Lake," said Irene. "He isn't here, so we'll lose his two hundred dollar guide fee and make them mad besides."
"I could guide them over," said Frisky easily.
"You?" said her sister-in-law. She gave a harsh laugh. "Donald would kill you for doing that. Me, too."
"No problem," said Frisky. She squeezed her legs together and felt very hot and good. "Mr. Harper and Mr. Putnam always bring along one of their--uh--secretaries. So there's a chaperone."
She knew that was what bothered Irene. She alone in the mountains with men. Since her divorce, everybody in the valley thought she was some kind of a whore, although she hadn't touched a man since her breakup. Or an animal either, which was more than some of the stout country folk could say.
"Donald wouldn't like it," said Irene, mouth tight-lipped.
Frisky stared at her angular sister-in-law and wondered if she were a hot fuck. Probably not. Donald didn't seem too happy these days. It was hard to imagine Irene with her legs open, her cunt full of cock and screaming off an orgasm. Irene was strictly home-church-pie in the sky. But she liked money.
"I could guide them," she insisted. "Fifty for me and a hundred and fifty for you and Donald. No sweat, they're happy, I'm happy, you're happy."
"I-don't know."
"It's woman's lib time," said Frisky. Her warm friend between her legs was making her hurry her breakfast. "No reason I can't guide parties to Proud Lake as well as Donald."
"Maybe," grumped Irene.
She'll let me do it, thought Frisky with delight as she quickly finished her coffee and headed for the barn. She wants the money. That'll cure Donald's anger too, And give me a couple of days out and away from this hellish, dull farm.
The horses were in prime shape. A day up the mountain, make camp, Proud Lake next day and straight back. Second night optional. A hundred dollars a day for the guide. Sweet. If she could ever get Donald used to letting her handle parties like this, she could make enough money to jump claim on the farm and head for the city where she wanted to be. It was a drag, without parents, living with your brother who couldn't let you piss without asking where you were going.
The little vibrator had slipped wetly down against the crotch of her pants. Frisky skinned her jeans down to her knees, lowered her panties and turned on her vibrator. Nobody knew about her favorite hobby. She'd played the devil getting these devices, and already worn out two, but kept her secret.
"Ahhh. Ohhh. Fuck, fuck," she whispered. She stared at one of the horses whose big cock stuck down, so much like a man's prick only bigger. One of these days... but it was more fun to fantasize fucking in a big, rich penthouse in the city. She was a rich man's mistress, and he'd set her up in his luscious place. Somehow her lover always looked like Mr. Colton, the only rich rancher hereabouts. Nothing personal. Money gave you freedom to go and do what you wanted to do, and fuck your tight-assed brother and sourfaced sister-in-law. Nawww. They were good people to take care of her, but sometimes they drove her crazy.
"Nowwwwwww," she moaned and gave up her sex with rich spasms of pleasure in a holy golden orgasm. She must be the hottest cunt in the whole valley. Fact.
To her delight the money argument worked. When Mr. Harper, Mr. Putnam and their secretary arrived, Irene agreed that Frisky could serve as guide. The party wasn't so sure. They were angry that Donald wasn't there. But, of course, they hadn't told him the exact day ahead of time. That was the way of big-shot executives. Finally the older one, Harper, bald with a fringe of hair, said: "Well, we've got our mouths set on Proud Lake. I guess you could do the guide bit, Frisky. But we couldn't pay you as much as Donald. We'll take you on at half price."
She'd expected this. She knew all about these business types from what Donald had told her from his own back-pack trips with them.
"You get to the Lake. You get back in good condition. Same trip, same price," she said firmly. She looked him right in the eye.
He shook his head but Frisky looked at his younger partner and decided that he could be sold another way. Putnam was only forty five or so, to Harper's fifty and he'd put his hand on the secretary's ass a time or two.
She told him: "I even know some spots in the Lake where it's okay to swim in the heat of the day. My brother doesn't know that." She waggled her hips.
Putnam looked her up and down, her long brown hair, her full tits, her sexy butt and his eyes narrowed. None of the others caught it, not Harper, or the secretary or Irene. Swimming. That meant nude swimming to she and Putnam. And maybe some other things. Frisky didn't plan there'd be other things or even that she'd join a nude swim. But he could fantasize that if he wanted.
"We'll take the girl at full price," said Robert Putnam and she had her guide trip.
The first sex came much sooner than Frisky anticipated. It wasn't pleasant, it was angry. It grew out of the problem that the woman, Lydia, caused them. Lydia Jackson was a tall, willowy blonde with soft, delicate hair that was near platinum. She was pretty well hung in the breast department with a nice figure--but she was a city girl. Soft, awkward on her horse, complaining all the way. By mid-afternoon when they were half way up the mountain, Frisky saw that Robert Putnam was about ready to explode.
Lydia slid off her horse. "It's too much. I've got to rest. My back aches."
"Get back on that fucking horse!" her boss shouted. "You're holding everybody back. It'll take us a week."
"I want to rest."
"You don't see Frisky resting," he flung at her. Lydia gave the country girl a murderous look. But she said: "I've got to rest."
Putnam sent Frisky and Ben Harper on up the trail. Frisky guessed that Lydia was about to receive a harsh pep talk from her boss. Ben was glum.
"Dumb," he said. "When my partner wants to get away from his wife and do a little screwing, he should pick a civilized place. Not drag her up here."
"We don't have to go to the lake," said Frisky. "You can screw all over the mountains and no one would see you. Is she--your secretary, too?" The old man caught her meaning. "She's my secretary, but his playmate. I don't play. I don't get it up any more much. I came on the trip strictly for the outdoors."
They went on a ways alone and then Frisky wheeled her horse. "Got to go back. A good guide doesn't let his party get separated."
"NO!" Ben seemed agitated. "I don't trust that bitch. When Robert unloads on her, she has one answer--" The old man looked fussed.
Titillated, Frisky started back over Ben's protests. It was her party in the forest, her responsibility. Ben couldn't stop her from returning. But she listened to him to the extent of sneaking back instead of plunging boldly back to the spot where Lydia had stopped.
It was well she did. When Frisky crept up behind some bushes overlooking the open space, Lydia was sucking off Bob Putnam's cock. It was a beautiful sight. Putnam sat on a rotting tree stump, legs slightly apart. His big, stiff cock jutted out from his open pants, but Frisky could only see half of it. The other half was buried in the secretary's mouth. Lydia knelt before her boss doing penance for her inadequacies as a backpacker. She nodded her head as she sucked his prick, and then her slim white fingers lightly held the unsucked base of his cock and gently moved the skin.
Frisky had seen plenty of pictures, but always felt the act took place off somewhere in some wonderland where people did their own thing. Now it happened right on her turf. Seeing it in real life made her cunt bubble like a spring and a good feeling of sex creep up her legs.
Faintly, Frisky heard Bob's voice from the clearing below. "Ah, Jesus, that feels good. Suck me, you bitch."
Lydia sucked for a moment and then lifted her head to look up at her boss from her supplicant, kneeling position. Her hand continued to work on his cock and Frisky could see the gleam of saliva on the part of his prick shaft the small hand couldn't cover. "Promise me to stop looking at that country girl's ass," said Lydia. "You brought me, but you want her. Promise me you won't touch her."
"I have no intention of touching her. Suck!" her boss commanded.
Frisky, her hand already juicing up her cunt between her legs, grinned. She knew he lied. His hot eyes had been on Frisky's body all the way up the mountain. The poor bastard had brought his own fuck-stuff and now he was stuck, because he wanted country girl cunt. Out here on the mountain her trim body and agile ways murdered the soft city girl.
Old Ben crept up beside Frisky. "Okay," he whispered. "Now you've seen it, Frisky. Let's get up the road and leave 'em in peace."
"Doesn't it turn you on?" she whispered back. "Doesn't it make you hard?"
"I don't get hard much. I came on this trip to backpack." The old man gave her a look of disgust. Frisky's eyes glittered as she was obviously wrapped up in this hot scene of sex in her forest. Ben wheeled and strode off some distance to sit with his back against a big pine, removing himself from the gutter concerns of mankind.
Frisky chuckled. She loosened her pants with one hand and reached inside her jacket for her ever-present vibrator with the other. This was some kind of a party to guide. Might as well join in the fun. To her the scenery was wasted--the tall trees, the gleaming brooks, the endless, wild shrubbery, the blue sky, the endless vistas of deep forest, void of human figures. For her, the sex scene below was the novelty.
Down below the cocksuck had resumed and Frisky regretted she didn't have her camera. "Beautiful," she murmured as Lydia leaned into her work, laving the hard prick and Frisky sensed the sexual tension between the two of them. Frisky loosened her pants and panties and started to jog her cunt to make it greasy enough for her vibrator. She needn't. Her cunt was already swollen and flowing sweetly.
Then she got a better idea. Delighted, her body on fire, she scrambled back to where Ben sat. Without a word she went for the old man's pants.
"Hey!" What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to suck you off," she said, eyes glittering.
"Oh, no." The old guy struck her hand away. He lurched to his feet and went pounding awkwardly up the trail, past their tethered horses. Frisky's demon was up. Swift and graceful as a deer, she raced after him, caught him easily and sent him flying to the ground.
Ben was not in good condition and the altitude also had its effect. He could only sprawl there, panting.
"Jesus--Christ--what--you doing?" She got his zipper open and his cock out. It was big, freckled and friendly. Not entirely soft either. It was slightly swollen from the action he'd witnessed. Without hesitation she suckled the soft snake into her mouth.
"Oh, shit," said the man, trying to pull her off. "Goddam. I believe you think you can--take it away from me."
"I'm stronger," she laughed. God, his prick meat tasted good. It immediately surrendered silky preseminal fluid. It also began to harden.
The old man's eyes were soft in horror. The idea of being force-sucked by a young girl was totally beyond his comprehension. But she held him down with her weight and bobbed her head on his naked cock and it grew stiffer. It was half hard now.
"For Christ's sake," he moaned. "I can't let this happen."
Frisky knew she couldn't really force-suck him. She had the advantage of surprise. Once he collected his wits and his adrenalin worked up his muscles he could probably protect his cock. Besides, it had been a wild impulse. She hadn't even thought how he'd react.
"Listen," she said. "It would be a great joke on your partner. He does dig me, you know. He patted my ass at the first stop."
"I know," the old man grunted. "Don't blame him. You're a real different type than we see in the city. But good-looking. If I were younger... if I could get hard-ons."
"I'll bet I can suck you hard."
"About as hard as it is now, that's all. Halfway." She crept her hand down in his pants and felt his balls. "You do have a load."
"Oh, Frisky, I can't, I can't."
He was too embarrassed about not getting hard. Imagine. "To hell with hard-ons," she said and began to suck his rubbery cock. "Relax, Ben, relax."
The old man tried to, but they could see right away that his prick wasn't going to get any stiffer. It was red, fussed, floppy.
Frisky jumped up. "You need to hold onto something smooth and sexy," she said and she squirmed out of her clothes. The old man gasped when he saw her naked body, gleaming in the bright sun. She was beautifully tanned, and her skin was incredibly silken over muscles that were firm but not prominent. Her breasts were terrific, high, round and full. In the cool air and with the excitement, her nipples stood forth boldly like stiff little pricks.
"Baby, you are beautiful. Get on top of me. I'll suck you."
"Suck me?" The idea floored her. "My ex-husband never did anything like that."
He was busy pulling her taut young body on top of his. "You never heard of cunnilingus?"
"Sure, but I never knew guys would...." Her heart was already pounding.
"Young guys, no. Any guy over forty, he'll eat cunt until the cows come home." Ben was sexed up now, trembling and eager.
Frisky slid onto his body parting her legs around his head, as he directed. Then his mouth clamped on her slit and she almost jumped out of her skin.
"Oh, Christ, Jesus, God," she cried. She began humping. "Oh, my God, that feels good."
His tongue reamed inside her cunt lips and found her clit. He slurped her youthful freeflow and drank her gland juices noisily. All at once Frisky discovered she had pleasure wires that hooked together all throughout her body and made her hump and jerk in pleasure.
"What's this?" he asked, breaking off.
"Oh, that. That's just my vibrator," she managed, embarrassed. "Have to use it a lot up here in lonely country."
He laughed. "We'll find a use for that, too." Their positions had reversed now. He was the master, she the innocent, enjoying this first-ever sensation of having her cunt eaten. The idea alone was practically enough to bring her to orgasm.
Frisky felt like she would fall off the mountain. Her continuous letch for sex was at last being fed by full-bodied contact with a hot lover. She tried to return to her suck of Ben's half hard cock but the pleasure furnace in her belly roared too strongly. All she could do was squeak her happiness like a silly teenager and ride her cunt on his dazzling tongue.
"There's a lot you can do with a couple of fingers and a tongue," said Ben. He reamed into her cunt deeply now at the same time he sucked, his finger sliding past his mouth.
"Jesus, is there ever!" she breathed in awe. Her body was moist from the driving sex, and she felt the mounting thrills climb higher and higher up her backbone. Then he sucked into her cunt, isolated a patch of pink, tender flesh in a circle around her clitoris and gently rubbed her little sex button with tongue flicks.
"Oh, God, oh heaven," she cried as new lust burned in her body. She jerked on him and panted and squirmed in her ecstasy.
"Let's see if we can do better," he said. He took her vibrator, wet it with her cunt juices and found her asshole.
"Oh, no. Oh, don't do that," she begged. It was too humiliating to have a stranger touch her sphincter. But Ben not only touched it. He worked the wicked little instrument right through her asshole muscle and then turned it on.
"Ah, God. Oh, no, no, no," she wept in pleasure. Her whole body strained and tensed with this ultimate sex usage. But Ben laughed and resumed licking her cunt while her vibrator buzzed inside of her ass. It had never occurred to Frisky to involve her ass in her sex so it was a totally new sensation. Her mucous membranes got very hot from the anal stimulation and she knew that alone would be enough to make her come. Yet his tongue on her clit could do that, as well as his finger deep in her vagina. All three together--she went out of her mind.
"BEN! No. Oh, my God." She hid her deep enthrallment with an embarrassed laugh. Then her animality conquered all. "SHIIIIIIIIT." she halloed and brought her legs together and paid off for him. Deep gut throbs spent off her sex treasure in blinding pleasure. Frisky had never paid off her sex with such enjoyment during her marriage or with her vibrator since. It was simply exquisite. She throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, and even when the first joys were over, she tensed some more and spent off new spasms for him.
She felt so beautiful, so exhausted that it was actually several minutes before she had the strength to resume on his cock.
"You don't have to," he said.
"I want to, Ben." She felt close to this kindly older man.
Reluctantly, he offered his slumped prick. She raised it again with eager sucking, determined to spill the precious treasure in those heavy balls, but it was an anti-climax to his hot suck for her. He finally tightened and spilled his come for her with gasps and ecstatic grunts, and she swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of rich, body-hot jism. But his prick never truly got hard at all.
When Lydia and Bob rejoined them, things finally settled down. His plug pulled, temporarily at peace, Bob didn't drool over Frisky, Lydia seemed to try harder to face the rigors of the trail. Ben looked pleased, very happy with himself despite his hard-on failure and Frisky herself felt great. This would be one real fun trip.
They made camp early; the city folk were tired.
While the men gathered firewood, Frisky tried to make friends with Lydia. But Ben's secretary remained cold, surly. Finally Lydia said: "Look, Pocahontas, I know you can't wait for night to fall so you can screw Bob Putnam all night long. Let's don't pretend we're friends."
"Nuts to that!" said Frisky. "I had to tease him into hiring me. I have no intention of his touching one square inch of my flesh. It's Ben I dig. I don't know why you don't put out for him. He's a nice guy."
Suddenly Lydia gave her a dazzling smile. "I would if he'd let me. I like Ben and I hate Putnam." She explained that Bob had most of the power in the company. He spotted his fuck-girls as Ben's secretary so Mrs. Putnam wouldn't get suspicious.
"Don't think I have any options, either," said Lydia. "I have to put out for Putnam even if I work for Ben."
"You still should let Ben suck you some time. That man can do more with his tongue than I can do with a rifle."
Again Lydia was dazzled. "You've--already let him suck you?"
Frisky laughed and told Lydia how they'd seen her and Bob and what they'd done afterward. At first Lydia blushed. The frankness of the country girl amazed her. But then her eyes began to glisten.
"I might've known. Impotent guys are lots nicer to women. I'd like to spend all night sitting on Ben's face rather than being ground down on that hard cot by Mr. Bigprick, taking all his stupid jism."
"Maybe we can work a con. Haven't you got some kind of knock out or sleeping pills? Putnam would only think it was his natural fatigue from the hard day in the hills."
"Oh, Jesus," breathed Lydia. "I've got a purse jammed full of nembutals...." Ben Harper awoke after a light sleep to see the most amazing action take place in his tent. Two determined young women came in, gestured for silence, hung a white flaring Coleman lantern on the tent post and calmly proceeded to lift Bob Putnam, cot and all, and carry him out of the tent. They must've planted him in the girl's tent, because they came back with their own cots which they used to convert the tent into one huge bed.
"What the hell--"
"Wall to wall bedding for an orgy on Spirit Mountain," laughed Frisky.
"Oh, no. You've got the wrong man. Putnam's your orgy type."
They explained that two nembutals in Bob's coffee had checked him out for the evening.
"I don't even get hard-ons!" cried the old man in alarm, not without amusement. Both girls had begun to strip.
"You will tonight," said Frisky'. "If you don't fuck us both, we'll cut off your prick with my hunting knife."
Then they were naked and Ben stared in wonder at his two mountain nymphets, the satin skinned soft beauty from the city, and the firm, sweet flesh of the country girl. His cock went half hard at once and he murmured in pleasure as they undressed him.
"Girls, I'll suck your sweet cunts all nightlong, but please don't expect a fuck from a worn-out old guy," he told them.
"Just relax, ancient one," laughed Frisky. "We're in charge of the program."
Then she arranged for Lydia to get her delicious cunt suck. She propped up Ben's head and shoulders and had Lydia get on all fours back against his face with her cunt. That gave Frisky room under the secretary to attack the half-hard freckled prick.
She went to work, excited by Lydia's gyrations above her, the woman's cries of wonder and delight and Ben's mutterings of pleasure. His cock got a little more hard. His balls were nice and full again and she concentrated on the tease, damping down her own hot libido that made her want to fuck like crazy. She mouthed his prick gently, licked it and sucked it. She blew on it. She gently tongued his balls until the two sacs stretched as tight as golf balls and just as heavy. When he dry-throbbed she gave him a rest and licked and nibbled the soft skin of his inner thighs and ran her finger teasingly down his seam towards his asshole.
She kept up a chatter, too. "Ben, you've got a fabulous prick, a big, strong beauty that's crazy to fuck young girls. It's throbbing full of blood and your back teeth float to spurt out come. You want to fuck holes right through our hot, tight, little cunts."
Her own hand rested in the familiar place between her cunt lips as she frigged herself up to thrill after thrill. They were all hot; Lydia the most of all.
"He's sucking my guts out. He's killing my clit with joy. Oh, Frisky, I can't staaaaand it. Oh, oh, oh."
Holding the smooth buttocks of the city girl, Ben reamed her cunt joyously and fucked his own loins on the air until Frisky sucked him again. The old boy was as hot as he was ever going to get.
"Okay, Lydia," Frisky sang out. "Fuck time!"
Groaning, reluctant to give up her suck, Lydia nevertheless swung around and mounted Ben's hips. Frisky got a real thrill out of holding Ben's meat and guiding it inside Lydia's tight, hot cunt. Weird! Wild! Ben was hard enough to get his cock all the way inside of her and Frisky stepped back.
"Go!" she ordered.
At first it looked like they had it made. Lydia was so fuck crazy she sobbed. "Got to have it," and rode the old man with luscious action. Ben panted and gasped his pleasure and fucked back inside of her, eyes bugging, forehead sweating.
Then he went soft. Frisky could see the horror and then the disappointment in Ben's face. Lydia whined and fucked faster, but it did no good. Soon he was too flabby to make her feel cock at all.
Frisky pulled her off. Lydia whined her disappointment. "Frisky--Ben--got to go--" Frisky pressed her vibrator in the woman's hands. "Take care of it yourself, Lydia. This looks like a job for Superwoman." She replaced Lydia's hips with her own and fitted the half-hard cock to her own swimming slit.
"It won't work, Frisky, I've lost it," wailed Ben.
"Just wait."
Frisky eased the cock head just inside of her cunt lips. Her eyes sparkled and laughter was rising to her lips. These city people hadn't seen anything yet. Her trick of squeezing that vibrator daily and working it in her cunt had given her a muscular vagina the likes of which probably existed nowhere in the state.
She easily sucked another inch of cock into her cunt with her muscle power. Ben's eyes widened. She grinned down at him.
"Just don't do anything, Ben. Relax. Momma has a trained cunt that can do it all."
"Jesus, I--"
She really unleashed her cunt power. She sucked his cock full length into her vagina as easily as a kid picks up marbles.
"Try to stay soft," she mocked him. "Just try."
"My God, Frisky."
Now she closed her eyes and worked her cunt muscles, thinking of Ben's prick as if it were her vibrator. The results were smashing. She was able to squeeze his prick as if she had an extra soft, velvet hand. By gently moving her loins she gave him exquisite fuck action, and her intense interior body heat, her wetness assailed his senses.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Ben's face was thunderstruck. Then his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Most amazing was what happened to his prick. It firmed right up. Frisky felt it tense, flower and then lock to a fantastic rigid pole, all in the matter of seconds. It was as hard as any prick in the world, just like that, from her trained, trick cunt.
"Oh--my--God!" Ben looked up at her with worshipful eyes. Off to one side, Lydia gave a small scream as she released her own sexual tension with the vibrator. Neither noticed that.
Ben began to fuck up into her with his new, fantastic hard-on.
Now she felt it. "B-Ben you're fu-fucking me," she quivered. It was true. His rock-hard cock gave her incredible friction and she felt her cunt seep hot new juices, felt her concentration destroyed by his delicious motions.
He grabbed her hips and rode her furiously, singing it out. "I've got it hard, now, babeeeee. Take hard cock!" he exulted.
Laughing and wanting to cry to see his happiness, Frisky barely managed to hold on and gave herself up to his masterful motions. There was no further need for her to use those muscles now. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Sweet, rising--loving--sexy--
"Ah, Ben. Oh, Jesus, I'm fucked. Ah, ah, ah."
Best of all, she had a way to keep the old man going. After twenty or so luscious strokes, his cock began to soften again.
"Oh, you bastard," she grinned down at him. "Your tricky cock's trying to cheat me of my orgasm." Then she tightened her cunt muscles and the extra pressure at once brought his cock back to hardness.
Ben gasped in pleasure. "I--never--never--you're the most fuck-crazy girl I've ever met." He drove steadily up into her and now the hard-on problem was licked.
They rode out into the plain of animal delight where all sensation concentrated in their fucked bellies. Frisky, eyes glazed, body pumping furiously felt the incredible rise to orgasm a thousand times better than her masturbations.
"Ben, you've fucked me--taken me. OHH-HHHHHHHHH." She locked. She twisted. Her cunt spasmed and she paid off in rich orgasm. His temperamental cock had succeeded in giving her a first-class orgasm.
That thrilled Ben to his very bones. He had this lovely, young mountain honey on the end of his prick and for the first time in years his cock whipped a woman to sex delirium--and a prize beauty at that.
"TAAAAAAKE IT!" he cried and burst scalding pulses of hot come into Frisky's cunt, his manhood reconfirmed, his aching tensions relieved by rinsing gushes that seemed like molten gold as they seeded her body.
Lydia wanted to fuck old Ben, of course. Ever since going to work for the company she'd wanted to please him because he was so nice compared to the lecherous, demanding Putnam. Frisky could see that this might be a problem--Lydia did not have her superb vaginal muscles.
While they waited for Ben's glands to regain a fuck capability, they kept him hot by constant petting. There were luscious, open-mouthed kisses, flint-hard nipples in his mouth, eager fingers plunging into both girls cunts at once, and hot young tongues licking, nibbling his skin. By the time that was over Ben was half hard again.
"Let me suck you both," he said. "That turns me on like nothing else in the world."
Frisky decided that it was his hedge against a soft cock, but she was ready to get her share of that old man's clever, experienced tongue. It was hard to tell whether she or Lydia had the best suck orgasm; both young women were thrilled to peak pleasure and pleasantly exhausted by the time he'd finished with his bag of tricks.
Now they were ready for Lydia's fuck. Once more she mounted Ben's hips. Once more Frisky fed the half hard cock into the pink girl slit. It amazed her to realize that a guy didn't have to be fully hard to get inside a woman. Ben told her that for a long time he'd been able to fuck by going in half hard and rising to a complete hard-on from the heat and slickness of cunt penetration.
"Then it got so bad that even that didn't work," he confessed. "Not until tonight."
They had the same luck as before. Hot Lydia fucked rapidly, eyes closed, ass pumping, rising to her glory, and making Ben hard inside of her.
"This time--all the way," she cried.
But, as before, Ben's cock softened after they'd fucked for a number of strokes. Frisky, on the bed beside them, enjoyed her vibrator buzzing busily in her own cunt as she rocked to their rhythm. She'd also been thinking ahead. When Lydia cried out in disappointment and Ben began to curse his weak cock, she had a plan.
She slipped the vibrator out of her cunt, warm from the interior of her body, slippery from her juice.
Lydia cried: "Oh, Ben, we'll never make it."
"Sorry, baby," said Ben. "Only Frisky's cunt muscle made it work last time."
"Try this," laughed Frisky. She slid the point of her vibrator down under and against Ben's asshole. Then, as he'd done to her earlier in the day, she pressed it firmly through his sphincter and inside his gut.
The effect on Ben was electric. "Oh, God, oh, shit," he said. He lifted his butt and Lydia right off the cot.
"You're getting hard," said Lydia and began to fuck again.
"Ah, oh, uuuueeeeee," went Ben. The vibrator in his asshole made his very bones quiver and the weird, sexy sensation made his prick shoot up inside Lydia's cunt like someone had turned on a light. There was no trouble after that. Ben fucked the city girl as hotly as he had Frisky and took her. As Lydia whined her pleasure, froze and spent for him, the old man threw back his head with a yell of triumph and burst boiling seed deep in her cunt for his second successful fuck of the evening.
Afterwards as the hot couple cooled off in their euphoria, Frisky said, "Ben, I think you're cured."
"Honey," said Ben in a voice that shook with conviction, "you're the greatest thing that's happened to me in the past five years."
For Frisky, the triumph was the sweeter because the city folk accepted her as an equal, not as a child as her brother and the rest of the valley did.
At this point their idyll was interrupted. There was the sound of movement, the thud of heavy feet. Someone approached the tent.
"Bob!" screamed Lydia as she dived for her clothes.
"Oh, shit!" said Ben. He was for sure going to lose another secretary to his angry partner.
Frisky dived for her knife. The tent flap opened. Instead of a human face, a long brown muzzle appeared and two huge eyes stared at them.
"A horse!" cried Lydia in relief.
It didn't mean much to the city people but Frisky recognized it at once. It was not one of theirs. It was one of Colton's horses. The rich rancher had lost a dozen head from his corral. They hadn't been rustled; they'd escaped through a ranch hand's carelessness and joined a pack of wild horses that roamed the mountains. This one was a sugar-lover, Frisky remembered, and she was able to capture it and next morning put it in the mountainside corral where they left their other horses for the backpack part of the trip.
Frisky felt really happy the next morning. Bob Putnam slept the night through and didn't tumble to the con. A fucked-out Ben and Lydia were in a mellow mood. Her own sex adventures left her bubbling with good spirits. Best of all, she was going to make some money off old Colton. He'd pay her a nice, healthy fee for spotting that horse--it meant the herd was nearby and he should be able to get all of them back and maybe capture some wild horseflesh besides. A very profitable trip.
They left the horses in the corral, backpacked over the mountain to Proud Lake and spent a fun day--up until it came to the point of the nude swim that Putnam was determined to take. Ben and Lydia excused themselves, but Frisky had to go through with it because of her promise. She stripped fast and went into the water even faster. Laughing, Putnam followed her, sure he would catch her, and they would play, and after that--Frisky didn't let him catch her. She knew Proud Lake and she was used to the colder water that slowed him down. But there was a nasty surprise waiting for her when she came out on the other shore. As she stood up in the shallow water, naked, the sun glinting on her smooth skin, the water droplets making her a mountain nymph, her eye caught the flash of glasses.
Binoculars!
She stood there in confusion, staring at the long, lanky figure on the shore. While she watched in horror, the man dropped his binocs, lifted a camera slung from his neck, and took her picture. The man was Mr. Colton, the rancher from the valley. Scouring the area, no doubt, for those missing horses, she thought.
"MR. COLTON!" she screamed.
He turned tail and dived back into the shrubbery. Oh, shit, oh goddam!
"I've bought it," moaned Frisky to herself. Mr. Colton was a prude. Mr. Colton was the man who got a local teacher fired for not wearing dresses. He'd closed down the only rock club in the valley and purged the local library of books he thought salacious. He'd even divorced his wife because she joined a women's lib group and stopped wearing bras.
He was a friend of Donald's, Frisky's brother and she knew exactly what he'd do about that picture of her coming out of the lake nude. Shit, shit!
At least she'd solved Bob Putnam. He came out of the lake gasping and blowing, glad to escape with his life, let alone give any more thought to seduction. Nor would his pride let him blame the girl for his macho failure. He got his revenge when the party had returned to the Nesbit ranch and he paid her off.
"You were a stupid , young bitch," he said. "Your sister-in-law tells me you're crazy to get a job in the city. If you'd been nice to me, I could've fixed that up for you. The way it is, I wouldn't hire your shitty little cunt if it were the last one in the state."
"I'd rather stay on the ranch for a hundred years than work for you," she said coolly. But she'd missed a big opportunity there. She said sad goodbyes to Lydia and Ben, but they didn't dare let on how much fun they'd had because of Putnam's sour mood.
Well, she had her money--but she also had a bomb up her ass and about to explode. Next day old man Colton would get hold of Donald for sure. As soon as he got that damaging picture developed anyway...
Still, she wasn't dead yet. She had some good news for the rancher, plus one of his horses to return to him. Also her brother, Donald, and his wife were at each other's throats. Once a year Irene deserted Donald to spend a month with her mother in the small town she came from and once a year there was a big fight about that. Maybe she could slip by this time...
The Colton ranch house seemed deserted when she climbed the front steps with a beating heart. The hatchet-faced rancher admitted her with a grunt. He led her through a living room that was almost as big as Donald's house--Colton's was practically a mansion, the only one in the valley. He led her into a study lined with books, shut the door and fell behind a desk. The room was more like a public library than a study and Frisky felt awed by the wealth of it.
Arthur Colton was big-shouldered and lean, not a bad-looking guy except for his thin lips and his burning, intense eyes. He was maybe fifty-one, fifty-two.
She plunged right in. "Look, Mr. Colton, about that picture you took of me up at Proud Lake--" She told him her swim had been innocent. That her brother would kill her for nude swimming while she was on one of his guide trips for him. That she had good news about his missing horses, and she'd brought one back with her. That she'd like to trade...
He listened to her silently. Then he said: "Frisky, you don't have a very good reputation in the valley. How old are you?"
"Nineteen. I thought we could--"
He waved her down. "Got a pretty good idea where those horses are, since I was up on Spirit Mountain myself. I thank you for catching Red. The devil must've missed his sugar and gone hunting for humans. Anyway, a gal like you, divorced at nineteen, swimming nekkid on a mixed backpack party, it makes people think." She gulped and sat silent.
"I'll forget the picture if you'll let me take some more," he said quietly.
"What?" She couldn't believe her ears.
"Got my own private habits," he said. "Wouldn't say so, but you're pretty fast company yourself. I'd like to take more pictures of you in the nude."
She blew out her breath in surprise. Why, the old fart! Clamping down on everybody like a bluenose! She wanted to laugh.
"You mean now, here?" she said.
"Here and now." His intense eyes burned into hers.
Frisky felt like a silly ninny as she stripped and posed for him.
It was weird, kinky, and it made her cunt flow a little. She could see his hard-on in his pants as he moved about shooting her. He had all the stuff right there, lights, the camera, and there was nobody in the house. He posed her on the thick rug, with pillows in front of the fireplace, and curled up in a provocative position on the leather sofa that was twice as long as she was, and in a couple of other backgrounds in the library. Then he told her to turn her back to the camera and bend over slightly.
My God, she thought, he's shooting right up my ass! She had a sudden desire to masturbate for him. She guessed he'd frig himself when he had all those pictures of her developed. Behind her she heard him humming to himself. He sounded happy.
Then he walked up behind her. He put a hand on each of her hips. It was the first time he touched her.
"I like ass-fucking," he said.
She felt a weird sensation crawl up her spine. Something warm and hard slid between her buttocks. Since he had both hands on her hips it had to be his cock. Out of his pants, probing her crack.
"Oh, Jesus," she said, starting forward. The knob of his cock had rubbed her sensitive asshole, made her jump.
"You've got the sweetest ass in the valley," he said. "You let me shove it in, you'll never regret it."
The dirty old man. A nut, a psycho. "Oh, Mr. Colton, I couldn't do that."
"A' hot girl like you. Crazy for all the thrills. Don't knock it till you've tried it."
He had his cock meat rubbing her seam again, and she felt the slipperiness and knew he'd somehow greased it. He was ready for action!
She tried to placate him. "Mr. Colton I don't know whether I could go for that. I'd have to think about it."
"I get certain girls. Some like it. Not a lot maybe, but some women can come that way. I haven't fucked a cunt for years. I sure want your ass, Frisky," he sighed.
The kinkiness of it turned her on. She wondered if she was one of the ones who could come with a prick up her ass. A good old country cornhole. How about that.
"It would hurt, Mr. Colton."
"Call me 'Arthur'". She felt his prick pressing her sphincter.
What was she going to do? She needed him on her side. "Maybe you could put it in a little way and see," she said.
"I promise I won't hurt," he cried with enthusiasm. He settled her on her knees on the floor. He had her grasp a big pillow from the sofa to her middle, present her ass to him and rest her torso at right angles to the sofa seat. Then he parted her buttocks once more and began to work his prick up her gut.
"Hah!" she went as the big cockhead pierced her sphincter. "Stop right there!"
It felt weird, unpleasant. Forcing her plughole made her ache and she shuddered to think of that full cock riding up into the pink, sensitive intestine.
He held his cock still a few moments. He slid his hands up her naked body and she could hear the dry whisper of his palms on her flesh. Then he cupped her tits above the pillow, kneaded them and made her feel good. She wiggled her butt tentatively.
"Oh--oh--oh--" she went in agony. He had forced his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. Her sphincter throbbed in pain. "I--don't want to do it, Arthur."
"Very well. But I've stretched your asshole wide enough. You won't get any pain from the gut itself. Just let me get it all the way up there once, and then you can have your ass back."
Without waiting for permission he oozed his cock up her ass as deep as it would go. The hot sliding prick gave her a warm, teasing rush of sexuality, not all pleasant, but not bad.
"Uh," she went. "Ahhhhhh."
"Just like taking a hard shit," he said. "It hurts and it feels good at the same time."
"Does it feel like a cunt?" she asked.
"Not quite. The flesh is not so flexible. But it's not greatly different. The interior body heat all around my cock, the feel of velvet flesh. What I really like is the tight grab of your sphincter on my cock. And your soft buttocks rubbing my legs. When you tense your hams and then relax them, when I feel all that sexy flesh working I go out of my mind."
She tensed her buttocks and laughed. He fucked up her asshole. The pain was mostly gone now. He leaned over her back and hugged her. He'd loosened his shirt and dropped his pants and shorts. He was as naked as she was. They were in a warm, tight hug and inside her gut he worked his prick gently and assfucked her. She felt exquisitely good. A man who could stick his cock in your shithole and fuck really thought a lot of you and your body. All those germs!
She began to rock against his prick, getting hotter. "I think--I think--"
He laughed. "I know, Frisky. You're such a hot little girl you can come with a cock in your mouth, or your cunt or your ass." Then he groaned in pleasure, fucking into her faster.
She really burned with sex now. Not only was it that sweet friction but it made her feel good to defy the world. The world that kept telling you fun was no good. That you weren't supposed to have your ass fucked. That if it was, you shouldn't enjoy it. That if you did you were perverted and doomed.
"Jesus Christ, Arthur," she cried. "Fuck, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me. Make me scream and beg for it."
"You bitch, you sexy little shithole bitch, you were made for hot-cock cornholing," he murmured. He held her tightly now using her with passion. His cruel prick had numbed her asshole and used it for a cunt and he savored her as if it were a love-fuck. In the end he'd have to love her for submitting to his prick violation of her tender ass. It all came out the same.
The sex reached her now. She had only to reach down and touch her clit inside her cunt to enjoy the same rising thrills of being fucked. It was luscious.
"You're creaming my ass," she exulted. "You're laying your prick deep up my ass, punching holes in my stomach. You've assfucked your baby crazy."
She was less inhibited than the ass-lover who panted and groaned and bucked into her in crazed pleasure, giving off sounds rather than words.
"Ah, uh, eh, eh, eh," he went.
Right on up to where she panted and heaved and felt the impossible golden run of her orgasm. God, she loved orgasm. At first it always felt like she couldn't possibly make it and give up her body. Then came the sweet rush when her ache-relieving orgasm was a fabulous fulfillment.
"ARTHUR. NOW!" she cried in full throated climax. She locked her buttocks, her asshole, her cunt and all her interior muscles as her body went into involuntary spasms. She throbbed ecstatically, moaning her joy.
"OH, CHRIST," he keened. "Your wild ass!"
He locked only briefly, gave a grunt like deeply wounded and spent hot gushes up her bowel. The feel of his hot jism flowering so deep in her body thrilled her. The stuff seemed to come out of nowhere to scald her mucous membranes deep inside. She went into that haze of good feelings, squeezing off all her sexuality for him.
They hung in luscious good feeling, savoring the diminishing orgasms, his final spurts and her final throbs. It was as good a sex as she could ever remember.
"You've got something there, Arthur," she laughed in euphoric relief. "Once your cock teaches my asshole to behave and stay open it makes a wild ride."
"You'll ache a little afterwards," he said. "Maybe be sore for a couple of days the first time. Like a virgin, unsealed for the first time. Not so much the next time. After a while it doesn't hurt at all."
"Wouldn't it ruin a woman's asshole?"
"Not if she doesn't do it more than a few times a week. It's no more than opening up for a big shit. Add a couple a week to what you already take."
"I wish I had a second clit in my butt," she said. "That would really make life happy."
"No danger of babies, either," he laughed. It was the first time she'd ever seen the old prude laugh.
Frisky went home feeling good, although her ass did ache some. At home things were not so good. Irene took off on her vacation with her mother and Donald was foul. He had no parties to guide for at least a week and he'd lost some money on his lettuce crops and he snarled at her all the time. It was as bad as if Colton had squealed.
A month of this and I'll be nuts, she thought. She tried to be as nice as she could but it didn't help.
"Why're you so happy?" he snapped at her one night. "You been sneaking off to see young guys in town while I'm out in the fields."
"Young guys I don't need," she said. "I also don't need your picking at me all day long."
"This is a lousy dinner you cooked."
"Just keep on telling me and I can do it worse." She felt she'd grown in the past week or so and was in a rebellious mood herself. Almost on a high, after all that sex.
A month of this? She turned away in despair. Then she turned back and looked at her brother sitting there, glasses on his nose. He was positively getting old, well over thirty now and--And he had a cock coiled in his pants, just like every other guy in the world. The idea stabbed her with a thrill of golden delight. Jesus Christ, imagine sucking off your brother's cock. Just the two of them alone on the farm and fucking each other crazy.
"Oh, no," she whispered to herself. That would be the living end. Even she couldn't go that far.
"What're you mumbling about?" Donald asked.
"Trying to decide whether to kick you in the ass or suck your cock," she flashed back without thinking. My, she was riding high tonight. He screamed at her and she fled to her room, covering her ears...
She lay there in bed working up to it. Her vibrator buzzed in her cunt lifting her to bold, erotic thoughts. Why not? She liked her brother's body. She thought it sexy. She'd always considered him a prude, but Mr. Colton had taught her about that. Buried in every prude was a harnessed horse of deep sexuality, waiting to be cut free to gallop wildly into sex. Then she burst into a giggle, thinking of Donald as a horse at a wild gallop with a big cock sticking out under him. After that she had a terrific orgasm on her vibrator and went to sleep.
The dead of night Midnight, or past. She awoke to find Donald standing at her bed, shaking her. He turned on the dim night light and his face looked spooky as he hung over her. His face looked positively frozen and tired, as if he hadn't slept at all.
"Frisky, that fight we had earlier tonight...." She overcame her fright at this awakening. He was one wrapped-up ball of sexual tension.
"So we fought. We've fought before." She sat up in bed, feeling very alive, alert.
"Matter of fact, Irene and I haven't been getting along--" he said.
She knew instantly where he was at. "She hasn't been fucking you," she said kindly. "You're back loaded up to here. I've watched her turn into a witch."
"I--I--I--" He stood there in his robe, miserable. She'd never seen him in such a mood. She became aware that her thin nylon nightie revealed too much of her. Her nipples clearly apparent through the gauze, for instance.
She said it right out. "You want me to suck you."
"Oh, my God, no. You're my sister. I was just..."
Prudes. They were full of shit up to here. She reached inside his robe. He was naked and his cock was incredibly hard. Her hand closed on it firmly.
"Of course I'll suck you off," she said. "I'm the whore of the valley, as you like to tell me."
He gave a cry that was almost a yell. "No--yes--I mean--" It was both touching and funny. He was delighted, scared, shocked and angry, all at once. She just bent over and slid the hot, hard cock into her mouth. She loved it and laved it, sucking it hard.
"Oh, my God. Oh, Jesus Christ. We shouldn't--but it feels so good. Oh, God, it feels so good." Her cunt seemed to burst into flowering juices. She felt the zap-rush of sexuality and moaned with pleasure as his hand cupped her breast and her nipple burned his palm through the thin cloth. It was the shortest, hottest sex experience she'd ever had. Donald was so tied up he could only stand there, yammering and fucking into her mouth.
"It's wrong--but I want it so bad. Oh, I want it, Frisky...." Slurp, slurp, slurp. There was no way her brother could hold that load more than a few seconds with the hard suck of his beautiful, willing sister. She felt him quiver and strain. He bent his knees. A few more precious midnight seconds, private and secret, sister's mouth sucking brother's prick. Time seemed to stand still. She'd never felt so erotic.
"Ah, oh, I need it. Oh, Frisky... HERE I C-COME!"
She was hardly prepared for the geyser but it was upon her. A rinsing blast of body-hot rich seed burst into her mouth. Another. Another. Donald cooed like he'd finally reached heaven. "Oh, Jeeezuz."
Heart pounding in excitement, eager to serve him, she drank rapidly and succeeded in sucking off every precious drop of his come. At the end she clapped her hand between her legs, found her clit and managed a small run of throbs to celebrate her easing his load. God, that was the craziest sex she'd ever had.
Afterwards he closed his robe, smiled an angelic smile and said: "Oh, thank you, Frisky. My God, I wouldn't have bothered you, but I needed it. I won't ever touch you again."
"Where are you going?"
"To bed. I know you don't want me to bother--"
"The hell you are. Take off your robe and get into bed with me." She squirmed out of her nightie. "I'm platinum hot for cock. Now that we've started, we'll spend the night fucking each other's brains out."
Not too long after that, Frisky accepted her brother's stiff cock in her cunt and slid under him with a happy sigh for a delightful, long kinky incest fuck. It probably wasn't wise, but she had no intention of going around tight-assed for the next month wanting prick and not getting any. Donald was beside himself with embarrassment and shame, but she respected that.
"The fact is, I have a cunt, you have a cock and we both have a need and lots of time," she told him. "It won't ruin our lives if we try it once. Ohhhhh."
"You sweet little bitch," he laughed. "I've been crazy to fuck you for years and I always hoped you were as hot-assed as I accused you of being. Which you are, thank God.
"I'm your blood, I just don't bury it," she ticked him off.
Then they began to plunge in earnest, hard, eager cock grooving her wet, willing and thrilled cunt, both of them groaning and moaning and fucking faster and faster...
I didn't consult with Frisky until almost two years later when she finally moved to the city. At first I did think the girl had tendencies to nymphomania, trying to prove herself in almost every situation with men. But I couldn't maintain that theory for long when I got full details. Trapped in the country with little access to young men, victimized by a divorce that would not have ruined her reputation in the city, Frisky Nesbit was literally driven into the sex acts to preserve her healthy ego. In the city she was no longer everyone's target, and yet easily entered into rewarding relationships. True, she preferred older men, always will. She had grown up almost overnight. Her affair with her brother actually helped Donald through the crisis with his wife and tapered off in about a year with no one the wiser. Her liaisons with Mr. Colton were controlled and gave her a powerful friend in the valley. Eventually it was Ben Harper who eased her into life in the city. There is one more curious fact about this case. Though Frisky was sexually over-aggressive, she brought love and pleasure into the life of every man she touched. Except Bob Putnam who obviously needed less, not more, attention from females.
CASE HISTORY FOUR - Donna Wagner
Take one poor, middle-aged woman teacher. Add unemployment and an indifferent husband who works very little and drinks a lot. Then give her, by chance, the job of her lifetime--tutor for the twin sons of a rich man. That was Donna Wagner's situation. Though attractive and intelligent, she had one serious fault. She was timid to the point of near total self-effacement. That kept her from a secure job in public schools; she worked all her life for a private school and when it folded, she was out of a job. In the tight, modern market for teachers, with declining school populations and her inability to push herself, she came very close to welfare. Hal, her husband, was a carpenter who worked seldom, because he'd always depended on her paycheck. Then in her blackest hour came the golden opportunity, a summer job tutoring the Kellar twins. The money was twice as much as she'd made in her old job, with a chance to stay on if she did well. Donna entered her new job with burning determination. It was her one chance in a lifetime and nothing must prevent her making good.
"Oh, by the way," said Mrs. Keller at the last interview. "There's one little problem I must touch on. Homosexuality."
"Homo-sexuality?" gulped Donna. She was enormously afraid of the bright, polished rich woman.
"We've had male tutors. We suspect they may have molested the boys. That's why we decided to hire a female. You must watch the twins carefully in the daytime when neither of us are around. In these promiscuous times anything can happen any time. You'll be fired of course if they get into any such trouble."
Those words haunted her on the third day of her stewardship when she found the boys in the boathouse jacking off. It wasn't the masturbation that bothered her. What did was that Jim had his hand on Tod's penis, and Tod had his hand on Jim's penis. Then Jim, the bigger of the two, shocked her even more.
"Let me suck you off, Tod," Jim said.
"No. Not today," said Tod.
"You'd do it if we still had Mr. Wilmer instead of this prissy new tutor, Mrs. Wagner."
"Maybe. He could really get us going."
Donna had worked with young boys all her life. And older ones, old enough to know about sex. A few had appealed to her strongly, especially since she didn't have much sex with Hal. But this was the first time she'd ever seen naked young males indulging in sex. Handsome, blond, sexy males. She felt stirrings she hadn't felt in years.
"Oh, my God," she said to herself.
Evidently the prior tutor had made advances to the boys as Mrs. Kellar suspected. Taught them the wrong things. What was she to do now? Rush in and scold them? Tell Mrs. Kellar? Speak to them privately? No, no she'd have to proceed carefully, see how far they went.
Hands moved the cock skins up and down over hard muscles and the male sex organs strained in the exuberance of youth.
"I could fuck the world," said Jim. "Instead we're cooped up here with guards, servants, tutors. Just because she's afraid we will be kidnapped."
"Kid-oh, that feels good. Kidnapped, hell," said Tod. "Mom's really afraid we'll screw some girls, get 'em pregnant, cost her a fortune. Like that doll you got in trouble with last year."
"Yeah," chuckled Jim. "My first and only fuck. Tod, let me suck."
"Let me spill a couple first," moaned Tod. His young muscles locked and he cried out in pleasure. Donna held her breath, feeling intense warmth between her legs. Tod gasped and shot two furious loops of jism high in the air. Jim leaned over boldly and capped the rest of the geyser in his mouth, securing his brother's cock head. Tod thrust up his loins and continued to pay off his sex. Donna could see the young prick throb its ecstasy as if fed into the bigger blond's mouth.
Donna stood there, paralyzed. She felt impossibly hot herself. To watch two adults have sex transfixed her, especially when it was such handsome boys as these.
Once spent, Tod leaned forward and used his hand to go to town on Jim's cock. Apparently he wasn't into oral sex.
Jim laughed happily. "Pump it out of me, Tod! I think I'll fuck our new tutor. She ain't bad looking for an older girl. Your hand is her cunt. I'-going... I'm going...."
Once again Donna saw a young cock erupt. The virility of the shooting blade excited her and dismayed her. Hal hadn't thrown his sperm like that for years. So high! So much!
Unable to handle it, Donna fled back to the greenhouse where she usually gave the boys their lessons. She paced, too disturbed to sit down. She wanted to masturbate herself. She wanted to rush home and seduce Hal into shoving his cock into her, but, of course, he didn't have the sexual powers of the boys any more.
She went into a reverie. She was back in her private school, talking to Sylvester--no, it was young Henry Trainor. The boy had had serious problems and finally confessed to her he feared he was homosexual. One afternoon she kept him after class to talk out his troubles. She embraced him. They kissed. Presently the slim young man worked himself off in his pants, his belly pressed to hers. It was the closest she'd ever come to adultery. For wild, hot moments she'd wanted to unzip his trousers and suck off his cock. Even spread her legs for him.
While she hung there in his arms, indecisive, he'd come in his pants. At the last moment, in her excitement, she'd thrust her hand down inside his pants to hold his cock as he went off. She could still remember the hot, hard cock flesh against her palm, his involuntary jerks and the burst of warm seed all over his clothes and her hand. How delicious that hot, silken jism had felt in her hand!
She wondered if Trainor had escaped homosexuality and if she'd had anything to do with it. She never knew, because, embarrassed, they parted and the next day he'd left school.
She snapped back to the present--to find that she rubbed her cunt savagely, legs apart and thrilling. There was a wet stain on her pants.
Donna jumped up to pace once more and tear her mind away from the low morbidity of sex. Her new job no longer looked so wonderful. If the boys were into gay sex, the parents would find out sooner or later, probably fire her for not stopping them. Or if Jim, the aggressive one, made passes at her there'd be trouble in that direction.
Sometimes Donna wished that the whole world of sex didn't exist.
There was more bad news for Donna when she went home that night to her neat, but threadbare apartment. It was in a poor section of the city and an overwhelming contrast to the Kellar mansion that sprawled over many acres along the seashore.
Her husband Hal was a bear of a man, usually to be found with a cigarette in one hand and a can of beer in the other. He had good news for her that was also bad news.
"The Linville construction job opened up, Donna. Three months work on five hundred houses for a new chemical plant."
"Oh, Hal, I've just got this new job and I can't go with you," she wailed. "Maybe I should quit the Kellars...."
"No, baby. We need the money. It's only three months. Then we'll have the dough to get a better place." He swilled down his beer. "Got to see Lenny, the contractor, tonight, make sure I get a carpenter spot."
She wanted Hal in town to support her and advise her on her problems at the mansion. Especially tonight she wanted him home to relieve the sex tension she felt burning in her loins. But he had to go, of course.
She awoke in the early hours to find Hal snoring beside her. Still aroused, she pulled back the covers to get at his cock and suck him awake. She did this once in a while and it really turned Hal on. But she didn't suck him that night. There was a distinct odor of a woman's cunt on his prick, a thick miasma that stunned her.
She didn't sleep the rest of that night. She felt as if she were inside of a relentless steel trap, closing... closing...
Unable to awaken Hal and confront him, she stewed until dawn and finally dropped off. When she awoke, he was gone, leaving a note that he'd driven up to Linville, three hundred miles away, in his battered old truck to look over the situation. She was late to the Kellar mansion of course.
Mrs. Kellar scolded her and directed her to go to the beach to monitor the boys. The Kellar mansion had a small private beach next to the public one, and the boys often spent their nontutored hours down there swimming. Of late, Mrs. Kellar said, she'd noticed an influx of beach bunnies. She implied they were after her rich sons. Donna shrugged, borrowed a conservative swim suit from the large stock kept at the mansion and went on babysitting duty. If that's what her boss wanted... The first hour was okay, but then her attention wandered and she found both boys had disappeared.
She found them after a frantic twenty minute search. Around the bend, the coast turned to rock and there were tidepools. There were also some declivities and even a small cave. It was really no more than a shelf of rock extending out over the golden sand but it was quite private.
The Kellar twins, alone, were back at sex again. Both boys had removed their trunks. Jim had the smaller Tod on his side. Jim was plastered to Tod's back and reached over Tod's hip to jack him off. At first Donna though that Jim was doing the unmentionable, sodomizing his own brother and her heart stood still. Then she saw that Tod's behind was safe. Jim jacked himself off, hugging his brother's back, trapping his own cock between his belly and Tod's spine.
This time it was more than Donna could bear.
"We won't have that, boys!" she sang out sharply, rushing into the cave. "I simply won't have that."
They jerked apart. Jim glared at her. Tod looked frightened and embarrassed.
"Why don't you go read one of your fucking books?" growled Jim.
She ignored that. "Your mother's determined not to let you boys ruin yourselves with sex acts. Not with beach girls. Certainly not with each other."
Tod gave a cry, jumped up, grabbed his swim trunks and shot out of the cave past her. Jim just lolled there, red-faced but defiant. His big cock jutted up above golden pubic hairs.
"Jim," she said in a softer voice, "you've got to leave your brother alone. You've practically moved into homosexual acts. I--saw you yesterday in the boathouse."
"Oh, sure, I just forget it. Or else she locks us in our rooms with a guard at the door and we can masturbate if we want."
"Your mother tells me you have a good social life at nights. You meet pretty young girls at your father's club."
"We meet girls. The ugly rich!" snorted Jim. "You should see the blobs at the club. Not only ugly, they're smartass. Since they've got money they don't have to even be nice. Really ugly." Then his eyes traveled up and down her figure. "You--you're not ugly, Mrs. Wagner. I'll bet you could teach us a lot." He advanced on her.
"Now, Jim, don't be foolish. The last thing I can allow--" She wasn't used to the boy's aggression. He'd been raised to simply take what he wanted. He hugged her tight to his naked body. He kissed her. His big, stiff cock pressed against her stomach. She turned her head and fought in panic.
"JIM--what are you doing!"
"Nothing," he grinned. He undid the straps of her bra. She was too startled to defend herself at first. His hot palm cupped one naked breast. "Oh, Jesus, are you built. Wow!"
Then he dug his face into her chest and sucked her other nipple. Held immobile, feeling sex rushed from this sudden attack, Donna could only gasp and struggle for several moments. "Jim--you mustn't--oh, my God, nooooo--" The boy trembled in his ecstasy, his hot cock pressing hard into her stomach. He was only eighteen and she remembered he'd only had sex with one girl before, as she'd overheard yesterday.
"I want to fuck you." His bold tongue traced warm saliva up her throat, behind his ear, along her jaw and then went back to her nipple. He fucked his cock on the outside of her stomach.
"Jim, oh my God. I'm an old woman. How dare you! I forbid this!"
Her anger came too late. As usual, she was ineffectual. The aroused boy paid no attention to her words. Instead he held her tight and skinned her trunks down. He really meant to fuck her.
"Jim, damn it, this is rape. I won't permit it!" She was as frightened and angry as she ever got, but he merely laughed a laugh of sadistic pleasure and stripped her as naked as he was.
She was under him on the sand, naked, her legs locked together to protect her cunt, staring up at the aroused, golden face.
"I'll tell Mom you brought me here and seduced me," he said.
"I'll tell her you sucked your brother and are making him gay. I think Tod will back me up." His change of mood came swift as lightning. He groaned. He still held her but some of the lust left his face.
"Donna, you're beautiful. I don't care if you are over forty. You've got those terrific breasts, that face, that great figure, that fabulous behind. We never get to meet girls as nice-looking. Besides you're a nice woman, not like all the sharpies, con men, and hustlers the folks-have to deal with."
"Jim, I'm married. You must understand--"
"Mom and Dad are nuts. They spy on us all the time. All those Pinkertons. Why they even put a recorder in our mattresses, did you know that? Please, Donna, if I could only have a little sex just once...." It was impossible, of course. She was forty two and he was eighteen. She was married, and--somehow she flashed on the smell of the other woman's cunt on her husband's prick. They were all alone; the detectives didn't come around when she was in charge. Tod was certainly not going to say anything. Jim was a handsome young man, and his prick was beautiful. She felt a rush of sorrow for the trapped young rich boys.
"Jim--I might give you some pleasure. Just once. If your promise to lay off your brother. I'm afraid you're driving him into gay practices."
"S-sure." His eyes were big in anticipation now. He released her and she got beside him and took his stiff cock in her hand. What a wonderful sex tool! She'd never held such a fabulous prick, so gleaming, so young, so tight. She slipped the smooth, hot skin over the incredibly rigid muscle. Hal never got hard-ons like this. At least with her, she thought with malice. She bent and took his cock head in her mouth.
"Wow!" Jim fucked up, trembling eagerly and made her gag. She pulled off.
"Jim," she laughed, "you'd better let me handle this."
Now that she'd decided to give the young boy sex, she delighted in her role. He was fresh and innocent, knew very little about sex, despite his aggressiveness. She was the teacher and master and the proper guide between feelings and bodily functions. Already he was on the verge of wild plunges and throwing his jism, losing much of the fun.
"Now we'll go slowly, Jim," she ordered. Then she laved his prick gently, hard enough to thrill him, softly enough to tease him.
"Wow. Oh, Donna, I'm crazy about you. All the time I jacked off Tod I thought about you. I've been getting hard-ons in bed thinking about you. God, this is great. Oh, oh, oh."
"Calm down, lover boy. Cool down. We'll have more fun."
It was a new role for Donna. Thoroughly, competently in charge. Letting her cunt swell and flower. Rubbing her nipples gently against his nudity to delight them both. Occasionally she jogged her own clit to lift herself to higher pleasure.
"Here are some of the pleasures I can give you," she said in a soft voice.
She rimmed his straining cock head with her tongue and he moaned in joy. She licked and nibbled down one side of his blade and then the other as he gasped. She gently squeezed his balls with her hand and when he thought she'd never give him enough pleasure there, she sucked his balls and he thrashed his butt on the sand. He was a compliant, virile young boy in her capture and she grew as hot as he was.
"Now then, Jim, run your hand down my back. Enjoy the feel of my flesh. Touching warm, naked flesh is a major delight of sex. Yes. Good. Now feel my buttocks. Yes, you can squeeze them."
She tensed her buttocks so he could enjoy the play of supple muscles under the flesh.
"Now run your hand inside my crack. Yes, all the way in." She astonished herself at her boldness. She'd never dare to order Hal in giving her sexual pleasure. "Rub my asshole, Jim. It's all right. Everybody has an asshole and--oh--it feels good, all those nerves there. No, don't go in. That would hurt."
She heard his heavy breathing, his intense, delighted concentration.
"Now my cunt, Jim. Gently with your longest finger. Just the ou--eee--outside and slightly going in. Find a bump of sex. That's my clitoris, my sex nerve, Jim. Find it--OHHHHHH." For a few seconds she humped joyously on his finger.
It worked fantastically. He had her bubbling with high sex delight and she turned her attention back to his cock. As she sucked and licked it, she varied the pleasure to bring him evenly up to gasping immobility.
"Ah, God, Donna. Never thought I could hold .off so long. We've been here for days. Oh, Donna, I've got-I've got-GOOOOOOOO!"
She took him right up to his impossible height, felt his body lock and then harvested his balls as the rabbit spurts, body-hot and starchy, leaped from his cock. She swallowed his creamy young come easily, her own cunt burning in high sex passion. But she did not come herself. She meant to teach Jim to suck cunt, since she had this marvelous sex machine totally at her disposal.
The boy spent and spent in paroxysms of joy as she sucked out every last drop of jism to complete his happiness...
Some time later Donna lay in Jim's arms, stroking his cock to new stiffness. One forgot the virility of the young. She knew she would have to empty his balls again. She did not want to fuck him. Somehow that would equalize this new power she felt she had. Once a man spurted his seed against your womb it was the same as saying he could make you take his baby, at least to her, and she wasn't ready for that. So she jacked him off, kissed his moist body, heating him up slowly, keeping him talking...
"Jim, how bad is Tod's situation?"
"Pretty bad. That last guy sucked him a lot. He even assfucked him. I wouldn't let him do that to me. But it was weird. I--got curious and one night I--"
"You sodomized your brother, in the anus?"
"Yeah, a couple of times."
The poor young boys! Crazy for sex and no outlet except each other's bodies.
"We'll have to pull him back."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Jim quivered as he lifted his loins to her masturbation. "Donna, I got to get in you," he begged.
"Oh, Jim, not today. I--I'll show you something kinky, if you want."
"Sure, Donna, sure."
She gave him her suck, playing with his asshole. Using her saliva, she worked her finger up his gut.
"A man has a prostate, Jim. Right inside his hole. Feel that? Feel how good?" Her finger stroked his interior sac.
"Yeah. Wow! Like silk. Uuuuuuuu," he went. "Prostate massage, plus sack," she laughed and went to town. Soon she had him lifting his butt, wiggling on her finger and fucking his cock sexily into her mouth. Once again she enjoyed the forbidden thrill of control of a virile male. She was hot again, although her cunt felt fussed from his inexperienced suck. So she concentrated on Jim's pleasure. They hung in golden splendor, but this sex couldn't last for long. She made him flower with her suck on his cock abetted by her finger inside of his ass, working his prostate. Even his powerful loins soon surrendered to this fabulous friction.
"God, I'm going crazy," yipped Jim. "My guts--on fire--Jesus, you're tearing me open. Ah, ah, ah." Then he locked his muscles in orgasmic joy.
Donna sucked harder and moved her finger more rapidly inside his ass to stroke off his prostate. That time the reaction from his triggered sex equipment was incredible.
"JEE-ZUZZ!"
His jism burst out into her mouth with wild back pressure, and she had to lose some of it. The boy rocked in pure joy, spending into her mouth, mostly. She thrilled to feel that her finger reamed the male come out of him. He was surely not going to complain about not fucking her after a beautiful throw like that.
He didn't. When he fell back exhausted it was to thank her profusely. "Even that gal I did it with once--it didn't feel this good," he said.
When they left the cave Donna realized that barely an hour had passed, yet to her it felt like it was a lifetime. She thought she'd felt guilty, terrible about what she'd done behind Hal's back. That was a problem with sex--once the excitement died you had to live with yourself. But that day she found it hard to feel bad. There was, after all, the musk she'd smelled on her husband's prick last night.
For the next week things were more comfortable at the Kellars. She had control of Jim now. The young man followed her around like a puppy dog and did what she said. He kept Tod in line, too. Donna was afraid Mrs. Kellar would notice the young man's love-hungry looks, but the stern woman said nothing.
Naturally Jim pestered her for more sex, but she put him off.
"We'll see, Jim. What happened that day was an accident. One must go slowly about things like that."
The response was perfect. It didn't close the door but it kept him at arm's length for the moment. For her part it gave her tremendous relief. For years she'd worried that she could've done more for young Trainor. This time she had done what had to be done--and saved Jim from getting enmeshed in further gay activities. She'd prohibited him from touching his brother and knew he obeyed her in hope of additional sex favors.
On the other hand, things fell apart in her personal life. Hal rushed back from Linville and packed to leave for his new job. He definitely did not want her to come, or even visit him on the job. She understood it when she got a call from one of her gossipy friends late one night.
"I hear the Bensons went to Linville." Benson was a plasterer. "I hear that the Bensons had a fight up there and Ben took off. Judy's alone up there."
Donna didn't need it spelled out. Judy Benson was the roundheel among Lenny's construction workers' wives. Donna remembered the smell of musk on her husband's cock. Well, she decided firmly, at the moment I just don't have to do anything about that at all.
It had its effect however. Next morning she dressed in her one pair of see-through nylon panties and her net bra, underneath her most attractive pant suit.
After the morning session in the greenhouse, she held Tod Kellar back to talk to him. This one was much harder to reach than Jim. He wouldn't look at her and he kept moving his feet as if to escape.
"Tod, have you had any sex experience with girls, like Jim?"
"Uh--no, Mrs. Wagner."
"Would you like to?" It was so easy to handle it like this when she was the teacher, in authority. "Yeah, I guess so."
"I know some young girls from the last school where I taught. Would you like to meet some?" Tod grinned. "You'd better check that with Mom. She won't buy it, I know."
"Did you enjoy your relations with Jim?"
He was too sensitive to stand much questioning. He blurted out: "If you're worried about my sex preferences, your best bet is to do for me what you did for Jim."
She felt a blush and a tingle in her body. Well, there was the challenge. What was she going to do about it?
"Tod, if I thought I could save you from making a terrible mistake in your personal life I might just do that."
He didn't say anything. He just stood there blushing. It was all up to her. She drew a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy. But she'd already decided to find out about Tod, hadn't she?
"Open your pants," she ordered.
Obediently, not looking at her, he undid his zipper. She took out his soft cock and held it in her hand. It was not quite as big as Jim's but it was beautiful and potent. His balls were heavy with his male need.
"You haven't been masturbating," she said. It was hard to control her voice, holding this warm sex snake in her hand.
"Naw. I don't like to do it much. I only did it because Jim wanted to. He stopped after--after--" His voice trailed off.
She leaned forward and kissed the boy. His breath was sweet and his lips were soft as a girl's. Immediately her cunt flowered with juice and she felt her breath go short. Nothing happened with him. He remained passive, enjoying her kiss as he would a mother's.
She kissed him again and unsealed his lips. She teased him with the tip of her tongue. He admitted her tongue into his mouth but there was no responding up surge of his nervous system. His cock remained soft. She squeezed it and began to jog him. It began to harden and his blush deepened. There was both agony and pleasure in his face.
"Tod," she whispered. "Do you want to get it off?"
"Yeah, sure. I guess so."
"I'm feeling hot," she whispered. She licked his sweet young skin at his neck and near his ear. A tease that should start him going, as she continued to jog his prick. His blade did harden some more but very slowly. "Tod," she whispered, "you have a beautiful cock, and I'm going crazy for it. My cunt is getting wet and my belly feels all excited and eager. Did you know you could do that to me?"
"Yeah, sure." He still waited for instructions. She took his hand and slid it under her blouse to feel her breasts. At the same time she bent down to suck his cock. She was hot enough now to go all the way. Tod's boyishness made him even sexier than Jim. His cock was more than half hard now. She was slowly sexing him up and meant to take him all the way--and enjoy it greatly herself.
Tod cupped her tit in that net bra and she felt a new, delicious rush of sexuality. Then suddenly it ended. He pulled out his hand. He pulled his cock free of her mouth. He grabbed up his books and rushed out of the greenhouse without a further word, zipping up his pants.
Hung there in her rising passion, Donna stared after him in shock and then felt despair.
The greenhouse was one of the most pleasant buildings on the estate. Made of glass, it covered a whole spectrum of flowers, shrubs and bushes, even some small trees. It was light and airy and quite private. The boys loved it and Mrs. Kellar had given it to Donna as the classroom for the two-a-day session. It was furnished with comfortable patio furniture and now Donna sank down in one of the chairs and said aloud: "He's lost."
"He's a jerk." Jim stepped from behind some of the shrubs. He'd witnessed the whole encounter. "I ought to kick his ass."
"Oh, Jim, I'm afraid your former tutor started him off wrong and you didn't help."
"So don't give up so easy. Here's what we can do this afternoon." He whispered to her and at first she was shocked. Then she laughed.
"I suppose it's worth a try."
That afternoon when Tod was settled in the history lesson, Jim attacked him without warning.
"Hey, what is this?" cried Tod.
"The history lesson's been changed to a sex lesson," laughed Jim and proceeded to strip his smaller brother. Tod immediately accepted the challenge. The boys continually wrestled with each other and this was no different than a thousand times before. Donna warmed to the healthy male exuberance and delighted in the youthful vigor. At first she helped, but when Tod got down to his shorts she discreetly disappeared behind the shrubbery--to do her own undressing. She paused a moment to stare at the boys before revealing herself in her see-through panties and net bra.
Both of them were naked now. Tod had stripped Jim just as Jim had stripped him. But Jim had the superior strength. He held Tod in front of him and then pulled his down on a seat, on his lap. Donna felt a warm flowing in her cunt to see all that male nudity.
"Hey, Donna, we're ready," Jim panted.
It was crazy, it was wild, it was the only way she saw to be able to reach Tod. She strolled out from behind the bushes, self-conscious but alive and eager to touch Tod's gleaming body, held powerless by Jim.
"Oh, wow, Donna," called Jim. It was almost funny to see Jim's reaction. His cock was there between Tod's legs and as she strolled forward it rose right up like a divining rod, to see her near nudity in the bra and panties. Tod's cock, as usual, remained soft.
"That's really something," said Tod. It sounded like he said it because he was supposed to say it.
"Tod," she said. "Maybe you think this is a dirty trick. But it's for your own good. I want you to relax. I want you to put all thoughts of what you're supposed to do and not supposed to do out of your mind. I want you to close your eyes and have fun."
The youngster was not exactly screaming "rape". In fact, he seemed rather pleased that all this effort was being expended on him. He relaxed in his brother's grip and closed his eyes.
Donna bent over and kissed him gently. She nibbled at his throat. She gently sucked his male nipples and they got hard. She tongued her way down his belly, down, down... She could hear harsh breathing but it was Jim, of course, his eyes big on her body. She licked down to Tod's blonde pubic hairs and teased his thatch with her hot breath and her tongue.
Tod's cock was swollen. It wasn't hard, but it was much thicker than normal. She was actually aware of Jim's prick beside it, an aching hard-on, crying out to be sucked. She was aware that this was the craziest thing she'd ever done in her life. She took Jim's cock with one hand and Tod's with the other and sank to her knees. She felt a flood of sexuality throughout her body. What an incredible to hold both these cocks at once!
"Boys you have fabulous pricks, both of you," she said, sensing her own sex tension in her voice. Then she began to suck Tod's cock. At the same time she couldn't help jogging Jim's proud organ with her left hand. Jim immediately groaned in pleasure. Tod watched her with half-closed curious eyes. In and out. In and out went his cock into her mouth. As before, this morning it slowly began to stiffen.
"Oh, you lucky bastard," breathed Jim.
"It feels--good," said Tod.
"Let it happen," said Donna.
It was silent in the greenhouse except for the soft slurping sounds as Donna ate Tod's cock. She felt warm and open and very aroused. All this was wrong, of course. It was completely out of character for the shy public school teacher. Yet she felt that she, too, returned to her youth to explore erotic avenues that she never dared explore. She gently worked Tod's balls, teased his crack with her finger and stroked his lower belly as she sucked him. Oh Hal, her warm hand stroking his belly playing with his pubic hairs, drove him wild.
Jim encouraged Tod with hot words and Tod occasionally moved his loins and said it felt great. But soon her mouth ached and Tod wasn't even hard. She'd failed again.
"Oh, Tod," she said. She sank back on her legs to rest.
"You crummy homo jerk!" said Jim. He thrust his brother off his lap.
"Listen," cried Tod. "I tried."
"Jim," said Donna, "it's no good to scold."
Jim jumped on his brother. He pulled Tod down on the soft cushions. "This is what you want, you prick," he said. He plunged his mouth down on Tod's soft cock, right over the gleaming saliva Donna had left. The change was electric. In seconds Tod's eyes were big with passion, he thrust his butt up, groaning in pleasure and his cock got rock hard.
"Oh, Tod," wailed Donna. It was plain to see that Jim could easily milk his brother.
There was nothing Donna could do except reach under Jim's belly and frig him off to give him pleasure as he pleasured Tod.
Tod couldn't last long. Donna's efforts had had some effect. Soon Tod fucked faster and faster, sweated and cried out. "It's coming!"
"Now!" called Jim to Donna.
They hadn't planned it, but it worked out perfectly. Jim drew back and Donna took Tod's prick in her mouth, hard and ready, slick with Jim's saliva. She gave his cock head three luscious sucks and Tod broke.
"OH, WOW!" he called and strained up and gave her his jism. Spurt, spurt, spurt.
Donna was ready to jump out of her skin in excitement. She drank the warm bursts shivering, as she felt Jim ramming his finger in and out of her cunt. For priceless seconds they were all locked in erotic heaven, with Tod's overdue, rich orgasm.
After he'd subsided, Tod got up slowly. "Gee, thanks. I think I'll be able to make it with a woman one of these days."
"You'll make gay, that's all," snorted Jim.
"Oh, Jim," said Donna. But Tod, hurt, grabbed his clothes and disappeared in the bushes.
What happened next had to happen. Donna was sexed up to the bursting point and Jim was half-crazy with fuck desire. She felt her panties and bra whisked away and she was flat on the sofa.
She started to say, "Jim we mustn't--" and his cock had already found her swollen, glistening cunt lips. He drove half his cock up her cunt in the first entry.
"Got to go," said Jim. He was no longer a boy. He was a crazed, passionate man. Awkwardly but with overriding power, he drove his prick the rest of the way into her cunt, held her hips and lifted her for a good angle and began to fuck her.
Donna felt thrilled to dizziness. "Oh, my God." The young prick was like rain falling on a parched desert. She could no more have stopped him than she could've commanded her heart to stop beating. It pounded furiously now. It was like she'd never been fucked before in her life. Great waves of pleasure flowed upwards from her cunt and she quivered.
"Fuck, fuck me, Jim," she cried.
"I've been dying to do it to you. All the time--seeing your body, your cunt, your ass. I've jacked off--thinking about it. Take it, you hot, hot bitch!"
Jim was half out of his mind, crying in his eagerness to make her. The friction was incredible. His youthful vigor opened her up as Hal had never done since they were first married. It wasn't the slow, mature rise to passion that she was used to. It was a wild horse race with his hotness whipping her to fuck back against him faster and faster.
"Jim, I caaaan't take--ittt," she wailed.
"Got to take it. Go, go, go," he muttered.
She took it all right. She loved it. "My God, you fuck like a master. Oh, you're burning a hole in my cunt," she said. She pulled his head down to her tits. He found her nipples and then the pleasure seemed to double. Their naked bellies sucked and the moisture of their nudity burned in her as they plastered together.
Her body, she felt, reached a hundred and fifty degrees.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went.
"Fu-fucking," he managed.
They were into their crazed animal state. Now she seized his head and pulled his mouth down on hers. For precious seconds their mouths plastered together, wildly sucking, searching, tongue digging... Their bodies rocked even faster. Donna knew that her sex explosion was going to make her faint, but she didn't care. She didn't care if her whole life ended in this final ecstasy. Compared to this she'd never been fucked before in her entire life. This crazy young kid had turned her into a woman.
"Open for you. Taking you--inside," she gasped. "Give me your baby."
"Take, take it," he cried.
And still he pounded her with the virility of his youth. She'd never believed a cock could have such a staying power. She felt an incredible tickle in her toes, moving up her legs, a sweet paralysis that would be her culmination.
"It's cominggg," she sobbed.
He whipped her faster with his cock.
Slowly, slowly she locked under his driving fuck fury. One set of thrilled muscles froze and toppled the next. All up her body in a delicious.
aching tension set in.
"JIM!" she screamed. "Oh, I'm dead, I'm dead."
"Scream it off," he commanded.
"AIEEEEEEEEEE," she went. She was dead now, her body a locked mass of fucked womanhood as her nerves gave her complete and total response. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure raced over her rigid body. His cock slogged noisily in her stilled vagina.
Then she broke. THROB. "AH, CHRIST," she screamed. Throb, throb, throb. Luscious spends, deep within her body, each jerking spasm spinning off her stored tensions in a sweet rush of pleasure. Her cunt clipped his cock, her buttock locked, her asshole spasmed. She went and went and went, slipping down into a velvet darkness of pure ecstasy...
She was only vaguely aware of Jim's orgasm. She felt him tense. She heard, far-off, his cry of triumph. Then her cunt received his blasts, powerful and vigorous as his sweet jism burst against her womb, exploded backward over his prick and soon leaked out of her cunt. The heat was searing, or so it seemed. She felt his come burn itself through the walls of her womb. What an incredible fuck the boy'd given her. And he went on and on, spending in her, sobbing his joy there before he was finally done.
At last they fell to peace. For long moments they clung there, fuck-locked, unable to move. This celebration of passion had been a long time in coming for both of them and they were exhausted.
For the next week Donna lived in a daze. It was an affair that she never believed could happen to her. Every day her heart burst with joy when she could be with Jim. They roamed the grounds of the Kellar estate, apparently lost in their studies, but when they got a few moments of privacy they quickly fell in each other's arms.
Their moments alone were limited. There were the study times in the greenhouse, but these had to be shared by Tod and while he was understanding, his patience began to wear out. She sensed that soon or or later he'd tell Mrs. Kellar, either directly or indirectly.
To make it worse, she feared they'd been spotted by the guards. It was almost impossible for her to keep her hands off Jim or for him not to touch her. A quick kiss, a pat, a feel, and there was a guard or servant upon them almost before they knew it. Yet in her unlocked passion Donna couldn't help it. Her heart burst with joy daily; it was like a return to her teenage years of romance.
Once she actually dropped to her knees and began to suck Jim when a gardener appeared and she was positive he'd seen her.
"Jim, we have to be more careful."
"I don't care. We've got to get more fuck time." The worst were her evenings alone. She had to leave her dream man in his dream world estate and return to her grubby apartment in the poor section of town. Still, if she'd lived with the Kellars she knew that she and Jim would drive themselves crazy trying to sleep together.
The solution came easily. She began to take the twins on field trips. To the library. To the museums. To local historical spots. Surprisingly, Mrs. Kellar allowed her to do this without guards.
"It's all right, dear. As long as nobody knows where you're going ahead of time, there's little danger from kidnappers. Frankly a couple of bodyguards simply call attention to the boys and they could easily be overpowered by a determined gang. After all, you can't send out an army. Just whisper it in my ear before you go." They spent little time at their official destinations, of course. Most of the time they went to her apartment where Tod settled down with a book or watched TV in the living room while she and Jim made ecstatic love in the bedroom all day long. They had three luxurious, lascivious sessions like this before the subject of Tod's sexuality came up again.
"The poor guy," said Jim. "Here I am fucking your brains out and living it up like mad and he gets nothing."
"I'm afraid he's pretty far gone, Jim."
"Maybe it's a mistake to try to switch him to heterosexual. Maybe it would be enough to make him bisexual."
"That would be a victory of sorts." Tod's problem still weighed on her. "Have you got any ideas?"
"Yeah, I got an idea."
It was the fourth time in the apartment and the temporarily love-slaked partners were ready to do something about poor, lonely Tod.
They invited Tod into Donna's bedroom. He came reluctantly, his eyes averted from their nudity.
"Tod, wouldn't you like to really lay it up inside a woman for once?"
"Sure I would but you know what happens. That day in the greenhouse..."
"Forget that," said Donna. "We tried too hard."
"Too mechanical," nodded Jim.
Donna felt absolutely terrific that day. Her open love for sex with Jim had taken twenty years off her age. Her body glowed with beauty, as if the continual injection of young Jim's semen had restored her own youth. She felt very tender towards Tod.
When he joined them naked on the bed, she felt her body respond before she touched either of them. Before, she'd been awkward in her self-consciousness. Now touching, loving, fucking came naturally and easily. Her full tits glowed and her nipples rose as surely as Jim's hard-on. Her cunt lips swelled and her juices begin to sing inside of her. Her body got moist, her lips gleamed, her eyes became soft with desire.
"What a fuck package," said Jim, kissing her at once.
But this trip was for Tod. Donna had had enough sex for the edge to betaken off, loving Jim alone. This mini-orgy inspired her. She felt and willed her sexuality into her stroking hands and her sleek body as she made love to Tod, captured between them. Jim stroked his naked brother at the same time. Donna left it to Jim to handle the young boy's prick and Jim soon had Tod's cock hard and Tod muttering and making fuck motions with his loins. The warm, moist nest of naked bodies, sliding and writhing would be enough to make a stone statue hard, thought Donna, breathing deeply, burning with fervor. Her cunt ached for action.
"I want you boys to give me the best fuck a woman ever had," she said. "I know you can do it."
"We can do it," said Jim.
Tod groaned in pleasure. As usual he'd neglected himself and his balls were heavy with unspent maleness.
As planned, Jim bent down and gave Tod a few luscious sucks to fix the erection. When Donna's hand slid down to squeeze Tod's cock, his blade was hot with its own desire, hot from Jim's mouth, and locked with the rigidity of youth. Feeling ecstatic, she got up on her hands and knees.
Jim helped his brother mount her, dog fashion from the rear. Jim reached under and fitted Tod's prick to her cunt lips. He actually helped Tod penetrate her, giving Tod's naked buttocks a shove as the boy tentatively fucked into his first cunt.
"Ohhhh, it's hot," said Tod, and the other two laughed.
Donna wiggled her hips in delight. She had captured Tod's prick hilt deep in her vagina, and it burned her all along its length. She'd been so eager to take the boy that it was as wonderful as feeling Jim's lustful prick filling her.
"Oh, Tod, that's marvelous. You can fuck me easily." She undulated her hips and gasped at the sweet friction.
"Yeah, sure." Tod fucked her with uncertain motions. It was as if he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not.
Meanwhile, Jim had left the bed; there was just the two of them.
"Tod, a man has to conquer his bitch in heat. Fuck me, fuck me. Make me beg for your wounding prick."
"Uh, uh, uh."
Tod did pretty well for the first ten or so strokes. Still he held Donna by the hips as if wanting to touch her as little as possible as he fucked. Once he'd enjoyed the first heady thrill of plunging his prick into a foaming cunt, he slowed. Donna felt his cock soften a little. He still gave her delight, his cock brushing her clit and stimulating her cunt passages.
"Faster, Tod, faster."
"I--uh--going faster," he said. He tried to make up for his softening cock with more rapid movements. Donna felt new sex rushes at his action and thrilled.
"Oh, good, Tod. Wonderful. You--you're f-fucking me hot," she went. But he steadily lost his hard-on.
Jim was back on the bed now, behind the fuck-locked couple. He smeared grease in his brother's crack. Tod stopped in surprise.
"Keep going," said Jim evenly.
Donna dared not trust herself to speak. The first violation--Tod's cock up her cunt--had been thrilling enough. The second--Jim's cock into Tod's asshole was going to send her out of her mind--if he took it.
"Hey. Hey, now," laughed Tod in embarrassment.
Jim asked no permission of his brother. "Keep going, Tod."
Jim, too, felt the heat of passion as he opened Tod's buttocks and centered his prick on his brother's asshole. Confirmed to his own bisexuality, he knew how he could get it off with a sexy male as well as a sexy female. Thanks to their former tutor, Tod was a sexy male to him. Not as strong. Passive. Smooth-skinned and hot to have his prick taken by another male.
They had Tod in the perfect position. Fucking Donna dog fashion, his ass was open to his brother.
"Say 'ah," Jim ordered and then gave a luscious but vicious thrust against Tod's pucker.
"AH, JESUS!" cried Tod.
Jim had assfucked his twin before and knew that Tod would respond to a dominating, violating thrust. He did. His sphincter held for a few seconds, his body quivered and then Jim's powerful cock unsealed him. Tod gave a deep gut groan as the male prick opened him up.
To Donna it was the most erotic moment she could ever remember. She felt Tod's body quiver, and as Jim's prick drove into Tod's hole, it was as if she felt a second prick in her own body.
"God, that's s-sexy," she quavered. Tod's body surged forward at Jim's penetration and Tod's cock jammed tight up her cunt.
Jim marveled at the similarity between a hot, fucked gut and a cunt. Both had that delicious, surprising inner body heat that felt so good on his prick. Both an asshole and a cunt had that soft, membranous yielding of viable flesh to an eager cock. Both had wetness, though the anus had less give to it.
He burrowed his cock slowly up Tod's passage, widening the gut for the play of his prick and enjoying the tight clutch of Tod's sphincter along his thrilled blade, which dry-throbbed in pleasure.
"Ahhh, you're fucked." He clutched his brother's naked body and fucked up into the taken asshole.
"Oh, no. I can't stand this," cried Tod. "Oh, Jesus, I'm had." His prick swelled hard again in Donna's cunt.
Donna didn't have to do anything but enjoy. She closed her eyes and reveled in the kinky sensation of her lover, Jim, fucking her through Tod's sex equipment. Jim drove forward in the ass and drove Tod's cock tight up her cunt. Jim pulled back and gave friction to Tod's prick inside of her. His strong thrusts set up Tod's fucking pace. The weight was a little much, but the incredible rush of frictive pleasure up her body almost paralyzed her. Her body felt hot and crazy-captured by this weird action.
"Oh, Tod, Jim. That's too-luscious," she gasped.
Tod's cock did its job in her cunt now. It was rock hard and plunging. She could hear the juicy, slogging sounds of the two pricks working in wet guts. She locked her hips, legs wide, bent her torso down and gave up her body to exquisite pleasure.
For Tod the action was best of all. The assful kept his prick stiff, and he felt Donna's sweet cunt grip like a glove, and her slick wetness provided joyful friction. His cock burned in delight all along its length. It was a totally new, enthralling sensation. Best of all, the warmth and thrill-delight of fucking her sank deep in his loins where it met the lust of being assfucked. His ass burned and thrilled at the pumping action of Jim's prick, his membranes sensitized by this backside friction. Jim's cock stroked his prostate, adding silken joy to his feelings. His gut felt too full, but the double sensation of both fucking and being fucked was a turn-on to the top degree.
"God, it feels good. Oh, so good. My ass--burning--fucking--going--" he stammered. At last his lust was awakened and he began to plunge and drive on his own.
For Jim it was also anew thrill, to feel his total control of the sex, making Tod fuck Donna, keeping Tod hard, and enjoying the power of his prick to make Tod plunge and quiver. His brother's smooth naked buttocks tensed and relaxed against his thighs in submissive action and he'd never felt more dominating.
"Go, Tod, fuck her off. Take my cock," he said. He folded forward, hugging Tod's naked body, feeling for the male tits and biting the back of Tod's neck with painful little nips.
That made Tod even hotter. He gasped and in his distress leaned forward in his turn to hug Donna and palm her tits in his hands. The three bodies hung tightly together, cocks plunging, asshole and cunt thrilling.
For long, miraculous seconds they hung in the wonder world of this double fuck. The seconds became minutes as each rose in lust to the peaking perfection. Naturally, it was Tod, double fucked who had to surrender his sexuality first.
"Oh, Christ. I-I'M COOOOOMIIIIIIIG!" he sang. The other two felt his body stiffen and then go still. After the furious, rapid action that was even more sexy. He sobbed from pleasure as his cock burst and those seldom-relieved balls spurted into action. He laid pulsing, hot jism deep in Donna's cunt, groaning and sobbing.
"Ah, ah. Eh, eh," went Jim. He was past words, but not past enjoying the greatest fuck delight he'd ever known when he felt his brother break. It was as if he fucked out Tod's maleness and made the boy lay jism in Donna's cunt for him. Tod's sphincter spasmed around his cock. Jim kept fucking, driving the hot sperm out of Tod's body into Donna's. Then came the soft explosion in his mind and body, catching him by surprise.
"NOWWWWWW," was all he could manage. He drove his cock deep in Tod's body for the last time, held, and spurted. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Hot, blasting cream burning up Tod's asshole deep inside. Ohhhh, it did feel fabulous! He gripped Tod in a death-lock and seeded his body recklessly, joyously, singing out his pleasure.
Donna had been thrilled to the point of orgasm for long, long moments. Gasping, taking hot prick, she had managed to hold off. She wanted to keep her senses until she felt both boys go. Tod's leaping come, flowering in her cunt absolutely paralyzed her. She went into her orgasmic freeze. At the same time, from her lofty position in freeze-fucked heaven she felt Jim continue to plunge into his brother's locked, spending body until he himself broke. She actually felt Jim's first burst into Tod's asshole before she had to turn her attention inward to her own bodily needs.
Her cry of sex defeat was no shout but a whimper. She felt too fucked to say much. "Ohhhhhh," was all she managed, and then her cunt seemed to curl in on itself inside of her body, grip Tod's prick and then relax. Throb. Then she gasped in pleasure as her long runs of payoff started. Throb, throb, throb, throb. On and on, she jerking and spending, holding and jerking to spend luscious nerve discharges again and again. She sank down under all that weight of the stilled males into fucked-out euphoria, gratefully seeking a velvet blackness that was pure, silken joy...
Afterwards the three of them rolled in languor on the bed, discussing their own sensations in that jolly three-way fuck, like healthy animals. Donna felt no more than the eighteen the boys were.
For three days Donna trembled. She kept her distance from the boys and begged them not to do anything that would make it worse.
Nothing happened. To Donna that was worse than the explosion she knew must come. She already knew how deadly Mrs. Kellar considered the threat of young girls to her sons. What would she do when she found out they were mixed up with a middle-aged woman?
Still nothing happened except that the gardener disappeared. Donna could stand it no longer. The sadistic Mrs. Kellar obviously hung her in suspense so that when she finally called Donna in to blast her and fire her Donna would've suffered days of anticipated agony.
She went to Mrs. Kellar herself. She didn't confess. She said merely that a gardener claimed to have seen her making improper advances to Jim and had threatened to talk to Mrs. Kellar. Donna asked to know what Mrs. Kellar had done about it.
Oddly, the rich woman seemed shy, almost embarrassed. "Oh, he's a fool. I fired him."
"That's all?" asked Donna, incredulous.
"That's all," said Mrs. Kellar not looking at Donna. "We're very satisfied with you. We'll renew your contract for a whole year."
"But-but--"
"Look," said the rich woman. "You think I hired you for a tutor? I did not. Before you came, my boys seemed to be acting too gay. I no longer see that problem. Please don't ask questions."
Stunned, Donna back out of the interview. She realized Mrs. Kellar had known all along what would happen. Had no desire to stop it. Encouraged it. She'd been hired to--to--as--as--Donna looked out over the beauty of the estate and put her last thought out of her mind. If she were going to be here for a year, she might as well close out her grubby apartment and move to the Kellars.
A year later, Donna interviewed another wealthy woman, a Mrs. Spencer, for a job as tutor to the rich woman's son and daughter.
"You come well recommended from Mrs. Kellar," said the woman.
"I believe she found my work satisfactory," said Donna, quietly assured.
"You see--uh--it's not only the school work, but there've been some problems with the youngsters of--uh--sex. They're teenagers."
"I understand, Mrs. Spencer. I am a sexual surrogate as well as a tutor. I'm sure I can handle your problems." Donna had seen young Spencer, tall, dark and with a bursting young cock in his pants.
"Thank God," said Mrs. Spender. "You're hired."
"The fee," said Donna, "is somewhat higher than that of a tutor."
"Money's not an object, Mrs. Wagner. Please say you'll come."
"I'll come," said Donna smiling to herself at the double meaning. She would come--and come, and come and come!
* * *
There is not much literature on women who seek to save young men from homosexual lives. Yet it is a common phenomena. As we can see from the above case, it was Donna Wagner's strongest motive. It also unlocked her deep, passionate nature enabling her to realize herself fully as she had not as a private school teacher and as a wife married to a man who did not share her world attitudes. She consulted me, but not about that. Her worry was her fierce involvement with very young boys. I pointed out to her that her answer was in the success she had with them. I also pointed out that very young boys grow into marriageable young men in a few years time and that she was in a excellent position to find and satisfy not only a young man but a rich man. I've not heard from her since, but I expect to see her name in the society column any day--announcing her marriage to Mr. Jim Kellar or another of her young conquests that she conversely helped so much.
CASE HISTORY FIVE - Lucinda Knowlton
Some young women are wafted into the world of adult sexuality in the arms of gentle, loving males who fulfill their every romantic wish. Others move more or less gracefully into sex in average romantic situations with some pleasure and some pain. Some are thrust harshly into sex under exploitive conditions. Raped. Lucinda Knowlton belonged to his unhappy third category.
The two young men who captured her as she left her job in the library late one night wasted no time in making their intentions known. One of them ripped down her skirt (which she always wore), and then skinned down her plain, cotton panties as the other one held her tightly.
Lucy was not terrified, nor even particularly shocked. The library was located in a park where muggers sometimes lurked. But with her drab looks, her pale complexion, and her obvious air of poverty, she had always felt invulnerable, even in worse neighborhoods than this. She was merely surprised that anyone would bother with her. Her sister, Debbie, yes. Debbie was well-endowed, liked to show off her charms and had scores of boyfriends. Lucy had her library job, books and her solitude.
The first attack was quickly done. She couldn't see the face of the squat young man who approached her while the other held her. She saw his prick, though, floating at her out of the darkness of his midsection, large and ugly.
Then the holder put his hand over her mouth and lifted her head back so she couldn't see any more. She felt the cold air on her flanks. She felt her legs forced open and fingers feel at her dry cunt. Drying cunt would be better. Not fifteen minutes before, she'd been reading some very hot passages from an erotic book in the library's special section. She often did that at the close of her shift and had been sexed up.
"Hey, she's wet," said the one with the ready prick.
"Maybe she's a hot one," said the other. "Baby, are you hot?"
She could only make a sound in her throat since his hand covered her mouth. She felt her usual detachment, a part of her struggled feebly in the rapists' arms while her mind went on taking an interested, amused view of her, as it always did.
"A good idea to have been reading sex books just before rape," her mind told her. "It prepares one."
She knew there'd be pain and there was pain. After all, though eighteen, she was a virgin. She related it to flame. It was as if someone had turned on a fierce blowtorch between her legs and seared her pink tender cunt tissues.
"Nraagghhhhhhhhhhh," she went and kicked and struggled. For a second the pain wracked her body, but only for a short time. Lucy withstood pain very well. Once in school she had thrust a needle in the soft web between her thumb and forefinger to the amazement of her classmates. Whenever she gave herself an enema, which was fairly often, she made herself hold the liquid until she almost passed out. The relief was that much greater and the glow in her behind lasted for hours.
The rapist broke her hymen and fucked his cock deep into her. It brought no pleasure. It burned and hurt but it was easily managed by her body. At this point her only worry was that they might do violence to her afterwards.
"Well, you're being fucked," her mind said to her. "What do you think of it?"
All she could think right then was that it felt far less good than the books said. It felt weird. Different from anything she'd ever felt before. Interesting, she guessed. At least somebody in the world had paid her some sexual attention, that usually went to Debbie. She felt faintly vulnerable and a little bit hotter than she had before. Not nearly as hot as when reading her book about sex in the library.
Her rapist really took it seriously. He grunted and panted and made a pretty big production of it. She was pulled back so there was no contact except his prick in her cunt. Her cunt was pretty wet now.
"Ah. Oh, Jesus, ah."
It seemed merely silly the way he huffed and puffed and then exploded in her. It felt like somebody squirted hot water up her cunt, a reverse enema instead of in her bottom.
The two young men paid her little attention once they were sure she wasn't going to fight and scream.
"How was it?" asked her holder as the other withdrew his exploded prick.
"Fantastic. She likes to fuck," said her rapist.
Lucy felt his come boil slowly out of her cunt down her inner thighs.
"How about that, chick?" said the second. "You really like fucking, don't you?"
Her answer was calm and dignified, she was only glad she had her mouth free. At least she could breathe again.
"My opinion doesn't seem to matter much around here," she said.
"Dig that cool!" said the first.
"I want her ass," said the second. "I'm not going to stick my cock in her cunt when it's all gooey with your greasy come."
"How about that, chick. You want ass-fuck?" asked the first.
She was disappointed. Annoyed, of course. After all, it was quite an insult to have your body used by strangers.
"I would guess it will hurt less than fucking me," she said coolly. "I don't have a maidenhead in my rear."
They both laughed. Was that disappointment in their voices that she wasn't more frightened or resisting. Her cunt did ache. She knew there was blood down there from her torn hymen. She'd had her wedding night right here and now.
The second one flipped her over and used her juices, her blood and his friend's sperm to wet her asshole. She tried to relax her sphincter like when she took an enema but there was a considerable shock of pain as he cornholed into her. Not as bad as being fucked.
She began to quiver at once. The big prick burned and thrilled her, lifted her, and she felt a rush of sexuality in spite of herself.
"Jesus Christ, I think she's going to come," said her ass raper.
"I got her hot for you."
"She digs ass play," groaned the first.
"What a tight little bunghole," said the second. "Hot. Wet."
She felt slightly dizzy now, and her cunt flowed. Her ass felt crammed and uncomfortable, but the digging prick sent warmth creeping up her body--and something else.
"Right in the ass," said her mind. "Just like your father used to do to your mother behind those locked doors."
She felt a hot flutter of intense inner feeling. It made her gasp. "Hah!" she went.
"Oh, Jesus, this is heaven," breathed her attacker.
She guessed it was. His cock had full play up her butt now and it thrilled her sensitive mucous membranes. As a result her whole body trembled and she tensed and untensed. It felt pretty good.
"God damn!" said the first.
"Oh, oh, oh." Her ass fucker rocked in pure joy. "The bitch slut digs it!"
She dug it. She had to gasp again, try to close her legs. She squeezed down on her cunt and her wounded asshole with exquisite joy pressure. She felt happy throbs as she grunted, to her embarrassment like some pig in a mud trough.
That shortened her ride from her attackers. Getting this response from her did it for him. He thrust a few more digs into her, moaned, held his cock tight to her body, and let go. His sperm enema really made her passage feel creamy as she throbbed off. She felt pleasure loosen her thigh muscles, her buttocks, her belly and sank down under her spending rapist. She enjoyed the heat of his sperm deep inside her.
"Dirty little pig," said the disappointed cunt-fucker. He ground her face in the grass, giving her a nosebleed.
"Don't--knock it," said the one who'd just burst his jism up her gut. "She came like I exploded a firecracker in her butt."
"Hey, man--police car--" said the first.
The prick left her rear with a sudden jerk. This action almost did it for her. She was afraid she'd have to shit. But she only let out an embarrassing fart. She thought she heard a derisive laugh as feet pounded away from her.
She was alone in the park, her dress up to her waist, her cunt torn and filled with jism, her ass aching from the other rape, and her nose bleeding.
It wasn't a bad nosebleed. Methodically, she gathered up her purse, which hadn't been touched, cleaned herself up with Kleenex. All she knew was she didn't recognize the assailants. They were nobody who ever came to the library. She began to tremble in reaction. The pain bothered her hardly at all. Her mother once said she should've been a football player.
Dry again, she put on her panties, dropped her skirt and automatically started across the park towards the slow-cruising police car. The policemen knew nothing of her adventure. They flashed their light along the bushes and trees to see what they could flush out, doing their regular rounds. Her nosebleed stopped.
She snorted and moved off in the other direction. Lucinda Knowlton had read an awful lot about sex. You might call her a scholar. She knew this was not her hot time of the month. There was no way she could get pregnant tonight. She went on home, still marveling at the dull ache in her cunt that told her she was no longer a virgin, still surprised and a little pleased that any man would see her as a sex object. She was not, she guessed, your average young female, and never would be.
Lucy knew that her parents were different from most. They insisted their two daughters wear dresses and no makeup, even when it made them stand out from the others at school. Certain television programs must not be viewed. Certain magazines must not be brought into the house. All references to sex were severely discouraged. The parents insisted the girls be exempted from the sex education courses in school.
By the time Lucy got home, she felt depressed, squalid. She realized she'd held her feelings in tight lock during the time of crisis and now she felt demeaned and terrible. The way she should've felt when it was happening.
She wanted to tell her father, even talk to Debbie, but there seemed to be nobody home. She picked up the phone to call the police. She at least ought to report it in case those young criminals bothered other people. But she just felt too bad to deal with it. She dropped the phone back on the hook.
After that she douched, took a bath, and gave herself a quick enema. At least she could feel clean and wholesome again, purged of the stains they'd left in her. As she dried off, she thought of Frank Swanson.
Frank was one of the few friends of the family, an older man, a retired doctor. He lived only a few blocks away. These days he spent his time with a new hobby; he was a rockhound, and she knew he stayed up late. He was a widower who lived alone and she could probably reach him tonight to ask what to do.
He was, indeed, at home and when she told him something serious had happened, he told her to come right over.
Frank was a chunky, solid man with sparse hair and a beautiful, craggy face. He was in his late fifties but in excellent condition because these days he spent so much time outdoors hunting for rocks. He had intense, liquid eyes that seemed to absorb her.
She told him in a dry, quiet voice, making it seem something like a joke. "One on one I could handle," she said, "but you can't stop somebody from dropping the basketball through your hoop when it's two on one."
"The bastards!" he said. "You poor kid! Let me look at you, and then we'll call your father and the police. After that I may get my shotgun and head down to the park."
"Maybe you shouldn't eliminate the only lovers I ever had," she quipped.
"Cut it out, Lucy. You're a good-looking girl, if you'd only admit it. A helluva lot more attractive and a better citizen then that wild-assed sister of yours, if I may say so."
She felt immensely better. He gave her a robe and she went into the bedroom and stripped and then he came in and examined her, right on his bed. He was so professional that it didn't bother her at all, and she felt nice and relaxed lying on the bed, really kind of gentle and open.
She'd given him a hard-on.
"I see your dong hasn't retired, even if you have," she said.
"Lucy, Lucy," he gave an embarrassed laugh. "Your tongue is much too loose. I never was a gynecologist, just a plain old M.D. Being away from it, then touching a beautiful young body like yours--"
"You want to fuck me, or you wouldn't be hard. You can fuck my cunt. Or I'll eat your cock for you. You can even stick it in my ass, Frank. I like that. I take enemas all the time!"
It felt so good just to get the words out. All of those years, holding it in, hiding it, yet thinking about love and sex all the time and reading about it.
He groaned. "Lucy, if I thought it would be proper. But you're in shock. You've just been raped."
"That's nothing! You told me yourself I washed away all the evidence and I haven't been hurt. Just let me hold your cock. Let me feel it."
"Lucy, you're the teenage daughter of my best friend."
"Sure, and he's home right now in the bedroom with his other daughter. The sexy one. Spanking her little tail off. Maybe he's even screwing her, who knows? For years he spanked my mother behind locked bedroom doors."
He got up from the bed and paced. "Christ, what a family! Lucy, I've got to give you a sedative and have you sleep. I'll call your father. I'll be right back." And he fled from the room.
But she lay there grinning, stroking her cunt. She had the bit in her teeth now and she was going to run, run. If he thought he could sidetrack her--
She thought about his big prick in his pants and got hotter and hotter. She hadn't planned to give her sexuality to the world. But all of a sudden those two guys grabbed her and did her and shocked her out of her pale, quiet life. Then there was her sister in her father's bedroom being spanked, and then this vulnerable old man poking in her cunt and her ass and getting a hard on... She wiggled her toes, feeling erotic all over. She hadn't planned it--but tonight was her night!
He came back with a pill she recognized as a nembutal. "Lucy, you must take this, I s-spoke to your father. He asked me if I could k-keep you here tonight."
"He sounded spaced out, I'll bet."
"Yes."
They exchanged glances, each thinking and knowing what the other was thinking.
"Did you tell him about the rape?"
"I--no. He sounded--too distracted. Drinking, maybe."
"Or doing something he shouldn't." She knew her father seldom drank. Coolly, very much in charge, she palmed the pill and drank the water he gave her, pretending to swallow the capsule. He seemed too nervous to notice.
"Lucy, you can sleep right in here. I--there's some of my pajamas on the shelf in the closet. Call me if you want anything else." For the second time, the poor nerd scurried off, deserting her.
Lucy grinned wickedly. She went to the closet to look for the pajamas, but her eye was caught by his suits hanging there, each protected by a plastic suit bag, the see-through kind that carried the warning about the dangers of the bag suffocating small children.
Inspired, she ripped one off the suits and converted it into a skirt. It gave her the sexiest body she'd ever seen, especially on her rear. The clear plastic clung to her like skin and it gleamed and it showed positively everything, her pubic hairs and cunt in the front and her crack and crisp creases behind. She gathered it at the waist and strutted before the mirror. Maybe he was right and she wasn't bad looking after all.
My God, it did wonders for her butt especially. She looked over her shoulder in the mirror and suddenly it was the sexiest ass she'd ever seen, bar none. The stuff molded and contained her flesh and felt slick on her skin and let the warmth through.
Lucy slipped out of the bedroom and walked boldly down the hall to Frank's study...
Frank Swanson was almost out of his mind. Examining the girl had turned him on like mad. She was beautiful and he was too long out of practice to have the old professional touch. Her young body was fantastic and he'd been hard ever since that rectal examination. But the poor girl had been raped and was half out of her head!
He groaned and pulled off his pants. He pulled off his shorts too, and sat half-naked behind his desk, piled high with rock specimens. He seized his cock that was still half hard and started to jack off, grabbing some vaseline from a drawer.
Then the miracle occurred. The door of his study slipped open and she came in, naked--except she gleamed from her waist to her knees. The view of her body plastered to the plastic made him gasp. He'd never seen anything so sexy.
She looked boldly at his stiff cock. Then she turned around and presented her rear. The delicate, beautiful buttocks contained in the gleaming plastic sent his heart to pounding. He'd never seen such a delectable young bottom, so erotically presented.
"I hope you're not going to waste that hard-on, when I need a stiff prick up my ass," she said, swaying her hips.
He gave an inarticulate cry and leaped forward. She went down on her hands and knees. He was so eager that he didn't bother to peel off the plastic. He just thrust his cock in her crack, tearing a hole in the plastic and his well-greased prick sought her asshole.
Breathlessly, they both hung there as he punched. Her sphincter yielded rather easily--she was an enema girl. Not too easily; she had to groan in pain as the sturdy cock forced her ass muscle open.
"Lucy--so sorry. I've always wanted to--fuck ass. I can tell you enjoy it." For years he'd been tantalized by women's tails but had never dared approach one for an ass fuck. Not his wife when she was alive, not the whores he occasionally visited.
"Just fuck--fuck up in my ass," she gasped. "I want it. Ohhhhhhh." Her sexual equipment turned on like a pinball machine flashing. Her cunt began to oil and crazy thrills ran up and down her spine. The nipples of her breasts firmed to exquisite hardness. Her body went moist and compliant. For years she'd dreamed of fucking and wondered about it, but this was what she really wanted.
She felt the demanding burn of his cock that never seemed to stop piercing her. His cock felt hot and too powerful and even frightening. He could tear her tender parts open and a ruptured bowel was the road to severe infection and death. Yet it excited her in a way that nothing ever had in her life before.
"Fuck me, ride me. Take it, take it," she begged.
"Oh, Lucy, oh my dear girl. It's so wrong," he said. But he reamed her with all the power that the rapist used. The thin plastic on her buttocks gave her mounds a slick feeling, and when she tensed and untensed against his thighs it maddened him.
"I ca-can't stop," he cried. "I've got to fuck you deep and hard."
She liked the pain. She liked the hot burn and sensed that she'd reached this male in a way a fuck could never do. From her many enemas, her membranes down there were highly sensitized, trained to lift her erotic feelings. Now her ass was fully possessed and ridden in a way that was thoroughly satisfying.
"I'm opened now," she panted. "Fucked and going--"
"Uh, uh, uh."
He seemed to drive faster trying to paralyze his prick by the grip and slide of her gut, to work it up and off. His strokes made her body quiver and incredible delights shot through her. She bent over, got a hand on her clit and went "Whoa" in ecstasy. She was at peak now, willing to be harvested.
Then she heard him give a deep gasp as if an arrow had pierced his heart. He jerked and that sent her over the edge.
"AHHHHHHHHHH."
"OHHHHHHHHH."
Throb. Spurt. Throb. Spurt. Throb. Spurt. They blew in unison, his cock spending hot blasts deep up her guts, her cunt and asshole clutching, locking, releasing and spasming, over and over. Pure, golden pleasure danced over her and seemed to invade every pore of her body. She jerked and twisted taking his hot come as if it were the nectar of the gods, specifically meant to be ass fucked into the deep recesses of her body.
They both felt the magnificent relief of sex tension and fell back, only to lift again for more spurts and throbs of surrender. The fantastic mating completed, they fell apart.
She stood up slowly, skinning off the remains of her makeshift skirt that had won her his prick. It was wrinkled and torn almost to nothing now.
Returning to reality, she felt shy, embarrassed, at this outburst that must make him think her an unprincipled whore.
"I think I can sleep now, Frank. You saved my life. You really did."
If she was embarrassed, his own explosion of lust made the old man feel like the fink of all time.
They were saved by his discovery of what was printed on the plastic suit cover. He pointed and she had to burst out laughing. "Have a Happy Day," that inane slogan with the silly moon face stared back at them. He laughed too and they both felt better.
Until that experience with the retired doctor, it hadn't occurred to Lucy that older men could make perfect lovers. Afterwards she found she'd stumbled on a great secret. Older men not only had cocks that could please you, they were a different race from the younger men. To her it was as if they were two races of males on earth.
Younger men were either indifferent to her or aggressive. They made cruel jokes about her dress, her indoor pallor, her shyness. Her girl friends told her how selfish they were, using their girlfriends either as conveniences or as endurance tests. More often than not they rushed back together after scoring to travel in packs to play basketball, cards, cruise and chat about rock stars.
Yet the next week was exciting for Lucy. It began with the story in the paper the morning after her rape. Two young men had been shot and seriously wounded in the park in a police encounter. Lucy looked at the pictures of the criminals and knew it was the same duo that had raped her. She also remembered the cruising police car.
The two youths had been caught trying to steal a car, been chased and shot when they abandoned the vehicle. One had been seriously wounded while the other had had an elbow smashed by a bullet. They gave no reason for their foolhardy act, right under the noses of the police. Lucy knew it. They'd just raped her and were desperate to get out of the neighborhood. Touche. They'd been punished for her rape and she had no further desire to report it. Frank Swanson agreed.
"For once fate stepped in and settled the score," he smiled.
She didn't tell her father or sister either. They seemed withdrawn into their own problems. If it involved sex, it was a mistake, she thought. They seemed unhappy and uneasy with each other. She was glad it had not been her in that bedroom. That gave her still more freedom. She borrowed some of Debbie's sexy pant suits to wear to the library and turned her attention to Victor Ellsworth, her boss.
One morning about a week after her rape she tested him.
"I know a girl whose father spanks her mother and then makes her have sex with him," she said. "Do you think that's normal, Victor?"
"Perfectly normal," snapped her boss. "Often with my wife, I--" Then he caught himself and glared at her. "Perfectly normal."
"I know another girl who fucked the best friend of her father, an older man," she said. "You can't call that normal, now can you?"
"Of course not. She ought to have her bottom tanned," said Victor. "And please watch your language with me, young lady."
Lucy was handling one of his old, rare volumes on flagellation. Suddenly she pretended to stumble and tore the precious volume in two. It went on the floor, pages flying.
Victor gave a cry of rage that was close to a scream. "You stupid girl!"
"Oh, who gives a shit. It's a silly old book anyway," she laughed.
He glared at her, red in the face. "I can't imagine what's come over you, Lucy. You know I don't like or permit that sort of language here. You tried to ruin that book on purpose."
"I never told you before," she said. "I hate these morbid, germy old books." She gave the desecrated volume a kick.
His face turned from red to white. He seized her arm in a firm grip. "Pick up the book, Lucy. Then get the glue pot. You will paste it together carefully so I can send it to the bindery."
She looked at him sullenly. "Oh, all right."
He knew something was up. She never called him "Victor" and she never acted so crassly. He was due for another shock, and he got it.
When she opened the glue pot, she spilled half the bottle in his lap. Then as he danced around in a rage she giggled.
"I guess I'm not really myself today, Victor," she said. "You've got me up in this dumb collections room too long, and I'm sick of it." His eyes were hard as diamonds. His grip on her arm was death-like.
"Into my office," he said.
"What--are you going to do?"
"You've asked for a spanking. You're going to get one."
"Oh, Victor," she wailed. Would he have the nerve to punish her? She stole a glance at his crotch and knew he would. He had a hard-on. She felt dizzy with desire. My God, this was a glorious new world she'd never explored.
She had worn one of Debbie's sexier pantsuits. It was chocolate colored with soft cloth that folded elegantly to her body. Tight in the seat, she knew it made her ass look exquisite.
"Bend over."
She gave a half-wail, put her hands on the big desk and bent over. He stared at her butt and then boldly rubbed her buttocks.
"Your pants give too much protection. They have to come down."
Smack!
His hand, stinging her buttocks through the thin panties, made her jump and cry out. She hardly felt the pain. Crazy, jagged rushes of sexuality raced up her body. She tensed her cunt and asshole and felt her vaginal juices flower. Her body got moist with desire, her skin tingling and sensitive.
"Oh, Mr. Ellsworth," she cried, ready to explode.
"Careless bitch! You won't call me 'Victor' again. Nor ruin one of my books."
Smack, smack.
"Oh, no, I won't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't ever." She reveled in the stinging blows and the warmth they put in her loins. She flexed her buttocks now as if she had a prick up her cunt. "Ah, ah."
Victor gave a cry of frustration. "I've got to see the redness on your ass," he said. He jerked her panties down roughly. Then: "Oh, my God. What a beautiful ass, all red and glowing."
She heard him do something with his pants. The next thing she knew she heard the vicious whistle of his belt and caught sight of it out of the corner of her eye just before it landed. The belt cut cruelly into the soft flesh of her creamy buttocks.
Splat, splat, splat.
She howled in pain and glee. The pain made her surge against the desk. She went crazy with fuck-hunger. Sobbing, released, she jammed one hand inside her cunt and began to frig herself. Her cunt juice ran over her hand, down her legs, gleaming on her inner thighs.
She felt him seize her and grease his prick with her cunt oils.
"I've got to fuck your ass. You have the most glorious ass I ever saw on a young woman." His voice sounded thick with sex rheum.
She felt his prick nuzzle between her buttocks as she continued to frig herself, gasping. She closed her sphincter tightly to give herself more pain.
"Uh, uh," he grunted. He couldn't get his blade in. He gripped her body, slapped her face and dug his cock between her buttocks once again.
"You silly bitch. Give me your ass," he commanded.
The pain was exquisite as he raped into her hole. She had to scream. The fiery cock oozed up her ass and she slobbered in her heat and fuck-craziness. She came at once, lightly, squeezing his cock with her sphincter, squeezing down on her cunt and feeling joyous spasms as he opened her body.
"Take my hot cock, you sexed-up bitch," he cried in sadistic joy.
Then he knocked her hand away from her cunt. He inserted his own fingers into her vagina. One, two, three, opening her cruelly. He began to ride her cunt as he fucked her ass. He crouched over her using her, holding her torso flat on the desk as he rode up in her.
"Piss on my fingers," he said.
"What?" She was enjoying the sweet, riding friction of his cock on her tender tissues. She felt warm and delicious from her knees to her shoulders. Gut-fucking was the sweetest sensation she could imagine. His fingers raced over her clit to send pleasure shocks of delight deep into her belly where they mingled with the delights that arose from her sensitized bowel membranes.
"I want you to piss."
"I ca-can't," she wailed as he rode her.
He changed position slightly. His fingers squeezed her neck. "Piss on my fingers or I'll choke you."
Shocked, gasping, thrilled at this weird demand she bore down on her bladder, almost impossible as she was being so roundly frigged in front and behind. But she forced out a warm dribble of urine, and he gave a husky cry of delight as he felt it. To Victor there was love-sex and there was purge-sex. In this hottest of encounters, he first wanted to punish the female, penetrate her, and then use his fingers, his prick and his seed to purge her body in a complete catharsis.
"More."
Like a trapped animal, with his other hand squeezing her neck to threaten her breathing, she responded with a major effort. The result of her trying to force her bladder brought muscles into play which tightened her sex equipment on his prick and fingers. To him it was fuck heaven, the extra pressure making it feel like he fucked through thick silk.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "You're one sturdy, good-looking ass fuck."
She felt her piss join her cunt oils and creep down her thighs to her knees and below. She was an aching mass of fucked and used womanhood and she reveled in it.
"You're so cruel. Oh, Jesus, you're using my poor body," she exulted.
"You want the pain. You want the purge."
"Oh, yes, yes," she cried.
He was almost ready to blow. "After I--seed your guts--when I pull out--"
"Yes, V-Victor?"
"Shit my cock out. Shit everything out. Blow, blow your guts," he said.
The dirty thought made her squeal in ecstasy. She was going up there now, riding on the raw nerve of pure sex abandon. It felt like his prick sunk into pink and white wet tissue that was the very essence of her being. He would stain her and kill her in pleasure with his jism.
"Fu-fuck me over. Take it all," she cried.
Her body quivered and she began to come. First the exquisite lock of all her muscles. Then the turgid, almost sullen spasms that rocked her body with pure joy. She gave a deep animal grunt and then paid off for him. Spasm after spasm squeezed her cunt and her asshole in fierce pressure on his cock, which felt like blazing glory now.
"OH, JESUS, YOU QUIRKING BITCH," he cried in joy. He peaked as he felt her complete surrender. From knees to shoulders she jerked and twisted in her submissive, orgasmic splendor, confirming his power over her body.
He fucked right into his coming, laying hot spurts of wet come deep up her ass as he kept his prick going as well as he could.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
Rich, joyous shots of seed, so hot she had to quiver at the new bursting wetness in her gut.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned.
Then his fingers slid out of her distended cunt. He gave the final animal grunts as he laid his tapering jism in her tight ass tunnel to complete his run. Then he laid over her and bit the soft skin of her neck.
Still panting, he asked, "Are you going to purge as I pull out?"
"Yes, oh yes," she cried.
He removed his cock suddenly and, though spent, she felt a new rush of pleasure. In the blood-and-guts rawness of her excitement she tried to shit her intestines out of her body. She felt a tremendous thrill and almost made it, but at the last second, her modesty locked her sphincter. She had to hold in--whatever it was--keep his warm sperm and everything else tight in her body.
"Dumb kid," he said. "You've got a lot to learn."
"It wasn't bad for starters," she laughed shakily.
At home that night, Lucy found Debbie in the bathroom, naked and crying. She wasn't surprised that her brazen kid sister would parade around naked, but the tears did puzzle her.
"What's the matter with you?"
"It's Daddy."
"Oho. I knew you got into something weird with him."
"He's been spanking me--making me come," said Debbie. "He said he did it to Mom for years. It's the only way he can get a hard-on any more." Lucy was fascinated. Now she'd find out all about it. "So you finally got into incest with him, you jerk. And you feel guilty and bad."
"No way. He doesn't touch me. After I'm all sexed up from the spanking he just jacks himself off and lets it go all over my back. That's all I get. His hot greasy stuff all over my back. I begged him to fuck me--"
"--or assfuck you," said Lucy. "We're an ass-oriented family."
Debbie grinned through her tears. "You know that? Yeah, I guess you're right. Anyway, he won't, the old prick. So he gets it off and that's the end of it. He's crazy."
"Yes, but who isn't." Lucy looked at her sister's ass. Debbie's behind was more chunky than hers, but it had a baby-skin innocence. She could still see the faint glow of Debbie's spanking. Debbie had a sexy back, too. Lucy ran her hands down the smooth flesh and smelled. Sure enough, she could detect male jism odors where Debbie had wiped off the cream. She dabbed her tongue on Debbie's flesh, tasting salty skin and just a touch of her father's jism.
"Hey--you queer or something?"
"No, Debbie, I just wanted to see if I could taste it."
"You're lucky--I can't lick my own back," said Debbie, grinning through her tears.
It was as if the two of them could finally communicate, now that Lucy had her own sex experiences.
Lucy patted her sister's buttocks, enjoying the feel of the silken, warm flesh. "Try to get him to assfuck you, Debs. That's the best."
"You've done it?" cried Debbie.
"Sure, haven't you?"
"Oh, my God," said Debbie. She looked at her older sister with new respect. "No. I have not. Try to get a young guy to shove it up there--they won't. Who'd you do it with? What did it feel like?"
Lucy laughed and felt inside her sister's warm crack. Debbie made no effort to restrain her.
"I can't tell you that, but your best chance is with an older guy. They'll do anything to plug young stuff. Here, press against my finger."
The two girls stood there in front of the bathroom mirror. Lucy felt Debbie's pucker and Debbie pressed against her finger. Their eyes sought each others in the glass. Lucy's cunt began to oil; she really dug behinds, that was all there was to it. Debbie blushed and laughed, "Well--" She pressed and Lucy fingered. Lucy felt her fingers sneak inside Debbie's asshole. The girl moaned.
"I'll bet you could come from that. I'll bet I could bring you," said Lucy. She felt sexy flutters all up and down her body as she explored inside her sister's butt.
Debbie pressed steadily against her and Lucy's finger sank up the hot, wet channel. She used her other to feel inside Debbie's cunt. It was soaked with sex juice.
"Hey, that's making me dizzy," laughed Debbie. "I'm still sexed up from the spanking and his masturbation."
"Where is he?"
"Went over to see Frank. He won't be back till late. Whenever he spanks me, he gets feeling real guilty and has to rush out."
"Come on into my bedroom," said Lucy. "I want to see if I can make you come in your ass." Debbie laughed again. "That's kinky, Sis!" Naked on the bed with Debbie, Lucy kissed the soft, full buttocks of her sister and rubbed her clit. She felt as high as a jet plane in this new game. God, she was ass-crazy. She bit into the buttock skin and then reamed her tongue inside Debbie's crack.
"Oh, Jesus," crooned Debbie. "Right on my asshole. I'll bet you can bring me just like that."
"Yes, but it's greater kicks to feel inside." Lucy lifted her tongue and used her silken saliva and her sister's pungent cunt cream to re-invade the asshole that fascinated her so much. "Anything in there?" asked Debbie.
"Nope. Just sweet, fuck-hungry girl tissue." Debbie humped on her finger. "Ohhhhh. Ass fuck me, Sis. And no cheating. If you touch my cunt, that's lesbian."
That tickled Lucy. What they did was much more perverse than a simple, innocent cunt suck.
"Okay, kid, it's your butt that's on the line." Then she gasped in pleasure at driving her finger deep up Debbie's gut. "Oh, Debbie, if I only had a prick, I'd fuck you ass crazy."
Fascinated she plunged her finger into the sphincter that was relaxed now and grooved on the new sensation of seeing her finger go in as she felt it. Then she forced in another finger.
"Ho--no," gasped Debbie and began to fuck the bed furiously plunging against Lucy's fingers. "Ah, God, you're reaming my ass out, honey. Oh, Christ it feels good."
Debbie was very hot, riding her fingers, tensing her sexy hams, grunting and moaning. Lucy sawed inside of the girl, reveling in the power to lift her to orgasm. It was going to be easy to bring the girl with just this ass stimulation.
At last, getting wild herself, Lucy fell on her sister's squirming body. She got her cunt on the end of Debbie's spine above the buttocks where the hard tailbone curved in. She humped wildly, reaching under her own ass to finger Debbie to glory. With a finger of her free hand on her own clit, it worked.
"FUUUUUUCKED!" cried Debbie and succumbed to Lucy's fingers plunging only in her ass. She locked her legs and squeezed Lucy's fingers with her sphincter.
"Deelicious," cried Lucy and got her own small orgasm, mostly on Debbie's excitement. It really felt great to have forced the fuck, just with her fingers, to have the privilege of reaming out another's asshole, but she sure wished she had a cock to lay it up those chubby, sexy buttocks...
It was three days later that Victor gave Lucy an experience she was to remember all her life. He showed her a device that she recognized from pictures in old books as a chastity belt.
"Straight from the Middle Ages," she laughed.
"Only I bought it last week at a local S-M shop," said the librarian. It was afternoon and they were alone in the office, the door locked. "We'll give you an enema and try it."
She was a little doubtful about having that device locked into her loins. It was black, made of pliable, strong material and looked something like a jock strap. Or a sanitary belt, more likely, she thought, with a thick band running from the waist in the front to the waist in the back. It would effectively cover her cunt and her ass. Eyes glinting, the old man teased her finally into trying it.
First she stripped out of her pants and panties and lay half-naked, face down across his big desk, a weird feeling to begin with. He pulled the belt up her legs, but only to her thighs.
His office had its own private bathroom from which he produced an enema bag, and its syringe. He hung the bag from a hat-tree moved near the desk, greased her crack and the syringe, and then worked the syringe up her asshole. Gravity did the rest. She could hear the warm water burbling into her rectum and feel the soothing liquid expand her gut.
"Oh, that feels good," she murmured. She began to sex up, having a man giving her an enema like this. He released his hard cock and let her play with it while he filled her rump. Her cunt oiled and he teased her clit with his fingers.
"Uuuu, ah, oh," she went, in this crazy new form of sex. The water filled and filled her, warm and thrilling, while he stroked her and she held his cock and moaned in pleasure, humping her loins for the rising thrills.
"Now don't come," he warned her. "You'll lose control of your plughole and ruin my desk."
"I have a very strong sphincter," she laughed, but took care not to get too excited.
At first it was a delicious experiment. She felt very hot and aroused, ready to come as she walked around and worked. When she sat down, or stood up--any sudden movement and she felt a thrilled rush in her loins. Her desire to void her gut would then rise and she'd have to gasp and hold onto the desk until the feeling passed. There was a deep, sexy ache all through her insides.
"I forgot to piss," she said. "I forgot that before we started."
"It all can wait." He watched her with hot, intent eyes.
After a while she could no longer keep her mind on he work. The mild peristaltic movements grew sharp. Her swollen bladder added to her distress.
"I think I'll have to empty pretty soon," she told Victor.
"It can wait."
She began to perspire. She walked about nervously, hugging herself. It really hurt her now. There'd be a sharp, thrilling rise of wanting to void, then frustration of holding back and then the sensation turning back inside of her to a dull, deep ache."
"Victor, I'd better go to the bathroom now."
"Quiet, girl. I'm trying to work."
She tested the belt. It was very effective. Even though she opened her elimination channels and tried to force, the snug, strong material locked her up. She could neither sit, nor stand. "Oh, God. Oh, oh, oh. I hurt. Victor, damn it--Victor, please--"
"Hold it, Lucy."
She squatted and strained, trying to relieve herself. She didn't care where she did it now. But nothing came out.
The pain rose to an exquisite peak. Long, aching shards of searing distress that first doubled her and then straightened her out.
"Oh, God," she sobbed. She rolled at his feet, clutching at his pant legs. "Oh, please, Victor. Release me. Please, please, please."
His sadism was at its peak. His cock was hard in his pants as she squirmed in pain on the floor and begged. His forehead sweated. He wanted to grab her and savage her some more to feel greater pain, but he was afraid he might do permanent damage.
"VICTOR!"
Still no response. He went across the office away from her. She went into a half-faint then, writhing in her extreme agony. One minute everything receded from her, the next the pain was back with a roaring intensity that made her rock in agony.
At last she fainted into a red, dancing screen of horror where she screamed and screamed and yet she hardly made a sound.
Vaguely she felt him pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. She sobbed and anticipated relief, and babbled like a child.
"Oh, Victor, nice Victor. Oh, that's so nice--" The lock was off. The chastity belt came down. He sat her on the toilet.
Bloop! Bloop! Bloop!
"HEAVEN!" she screamed. She felt the torrents rush out of her with explosive vigor and cared not the slightest that she was a foul, stinking girl reduced to a shitting, freak. "Ah, oh, oh, oh--sooo good!"
Nothing in her life ever felt so good as that release. All the fiery, pent-up agony shot out of her body with the blast of her flying fluids and solids. She pressed down with her giant fist of expulsion and purged, purged, purged herself into sweet glory.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she went.
She clung to the toilet, satisfying new rushes of desire as they seized her. What luxury. After all that pain her body glowed, creamed, flowed into dryness, softness, cleanliness, relief. She laughed happily like a small child. "Oh, Victor, so good good...." He cleaned her up then and carried her back to his desk. Glowing in pleasure, she didn't care what he did. She was exhausted, almost unable to move.
* * *
It seemed like hours as he fucked her, as she slowly rose to greater heat and desire, yet her powerful demanding lover held on, staring into her eyes, using his prick to manager her.
"Ah, now. Ohhh," she went suddenly and surged up and gave him her young sex, her ultimate token of surrender. Sweet, crisp throbs, and vigorous cunt clippings on his cock.
He smiled a beautiful smile then. "AHHHH-HHHHHHH," he went. She felt his excited release, his bursts of semen in her cunt and opened her body and mind and took his sexuality with deep and satisfying happiness.
I think the term "closet masochist" applies here. Lucy's anal letch and desire for pain was classical, built in since childhood, released in the real world when she was attacked the first night. Smart, attractive, highly sexed, she required older men to control her, to test her mettle. Once she understood her problem, she learned to avoid excesses such as men like Victor Ellsworth laid on her. She never got into incest with her weak, sadistic father, and helped her sister escape that damaging situations. She did have a protracted affair with Frank Swanson, the retired doctor--both girls did. Some day both will marry dominating older men and reach happiness, I believe.
