The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"It's merely a formality," the toughlooking teacher argued, glaring intently at the voluptuous young librarian. "When you've been ordering books as long as I have, I'm sure you'll realize that."
Martha Price shook her blonde hair vigorously in disagreement. She looked around the room for support from the other teachers at the meeting, but most of them regarded her passively, waiting for her next move. It was as if she and the persistent Victor Burroughs were on a stage, performing a familiar routine for a no-longer interested audience.
"It is not merely a formality, Mr. Burroughs, and you, all the teachers present, and the whole school board know it! These books are not state-approved classroom texts, and I will not order them for my library!" She waved a hand toward the stack of books Vic had brought in for her approval. The titles alone disgusted her-Making the Most of Your Sexuality, The Perfect Lover, The Carnal Key: Unlock Your Sexual Power, Satin Sheets and Bedroom Treats ... the list went on and on. For months now, he had been trying to persuade her to by-pass state law and order the selection for the high school library. He insisted he needed them for his sexual education class, and he had raised the subject at every single teacher's meeting this year. Martha's patience was wearing thin, and she was almost ready to order the obscene books just to get the burly teacher off her back.
"Let me remind you, Miss Price, that it is not your library. It is the library for all the students and teachers at this school. Your job is to serve the school, not censor it!" The irate teacher knew he had her now, and he hoped he could rally the other teachers behind him with his cogent remark.
Martha sighed wearily. Vic was right about his point, but the accusing tone of his voice was entirely misplaced. In the year and a half that she had been the school librarian, the curvaceous blonde had seen the library grow from a make-shift converted classroom with less than 10,000 volumes to a spacious self-contained study complex with over 40,000 volumes and three separate research rooms, study tables, and an after-school reading program. The average use of the library by the students had tripled in that short time, and Martha had had high hopes of expanding the library services to include weekend use by the community, and summer programs to encourage students to keep up their interest in books the whole year round.
Ever since she had been a teenager growing up in the Midwest, Martha had dreamed of running a library. She'd been an avid reader all her life, and she wanted to extend her enthusiasm for books to young people, so that they could get the enormous pleasure from reading that she had always gotten. That was why the job at Bellview High School had been the perfect opportunity for her, and that was why she had moved out of California in spite of the fact that her fiance of four years was still back in Ohio.
Her pretty face clouded when she thought of Wes Nichols. Wes was a graduate student at Ohio State, and it would be two more years before he completed his biology Ph.D. It had been a tough decision for both of them when Martha decided to take the library job out west, because all during college they had been going together, and during their senior year, they had actually lived together. It had been hard for Martha's straight-laced parents to accept-and indeed, it had been difficult for Martha to deviate from her own strict morals-but she and Wes were so sure of each other, and so looking forward to their graduation and marriage, that it had seemed the right and logical thing to do.
Now, however, Martha sincerely regretted that she had allowed herself to break with tradition that year, because it made it all the harder to be away from Wes for so long. If she hadn't been so stubborn in pursuit of her career, or if Wes could have transferred to a school on the West Coast, they might have been married already. But as it turned out, all they could do was pledge their undying love, and promise to wait until they could be reunited.
It had been extremely difficult for Martha at first. She desperately missed the security of having Wes around all the time, and she didn't know if she'd be able to live without those long nights of tender and impassioned love-making that had been such an important part of their relationship. She was still young, only twenty-four and there were times that the aching desire in her long-ignored loins almost made her forget her vows of faithfulness to Wes.
And then there were times when she found herself doubting Wes, too. It would be nearly impossible for a virile handsome young man like Wes Nichols to ignore his natural masculine attraction for the hundreds of single female students roaming around the campus. After all, they weren't married yet, and it had been Martha's decision to leave and postpone it a while, not Wes's. She had to tell herself that Wes must be having innocent outside affairs, but that they didn't really mean anything, and his love for her would remain unchanged. She had to believe she had not made a mistake in moving out to California, and possibly jeopardizing her relationship with Wes.
But it was precisely at times like these when she began to worry about whether she had made the right choice. This damn Vic Burroughs and his sleazy sex books were a drain on her strength, as well as a threat to her dreams for a well-balanced, academic library. It was practically pointless to argue with him, because the teachers' meeting would be over at five, and he would be back next month to take up another whole session trying to force her to order the books.
The comments of the vice-principal suddenly jarred into Martha's wandering thoughts. " ... in the interests, of all the students, I think Vic is right. The kids will read things anyway, and it is best that we have a chance to explain them ... We can't help the students by hiding things from them; all we can do, is try to help them understand."
"Wh-what?" Martha stammered, suddenly aware that she had not been listening and now all the eyes in the room were focused on her.
"He says we should order the books so we can at least make sure the students understand them ... otherwise they'll read them on their own and maybe misinterpret them," the sexed teacher sneered triumphantly. At last, it seemed he had been able to go over the young librarian's head, and get the order approved by the administration.
"Very well, then," the voluptuous blonde said reluctantly. "I'll sign the order, and you'll have your books in two weeks." She turned abruptly and walked out of the room. She had had enough of the illegal pressuring from Victor Burroughs, and now that she had given in, she could turn her attention to other matters.
She had a schedule to work out for the student helpers in the library, and she had 400 new books to stamp and catalog before tomorrow. It was always like this on the first Thursday of the month, because the teachers' meeting took an hour out of her time at the library, and she always had to stay late to make it up. Often, some of the students would stay late to help her-sometimes until six o'clock, but tonight she was going to send them all home so she could work alone. She needed the time to think.
"How was the meeting, Miss Price?" a dark-haired boy said as she walked in the sliding glass door.
"Oh, about the same as usual, Rusty," Martha answered absently.
Rusty Thaddeus was a new boy in the school, and he seemed to be spending a lot of time in the library. Martha thought at first that he was just like all the other teenage boys, who hung around to look at her full upthrust breasts and sneak glances under the counter at her slender silk-sheathed legs. Part of the recent increase in student use of the library, the blonde woman had to admit, was not due to the remarkably improved book selection. It was due to her own presence, which the budding adolescent boys found to be such a pleasant contrast to the old, impersonal librarian who had retired. Sometimes, she even heard their crass remarks about her melon-like breasts or the shape of her provocatively rounded hips ... and she had noticed, too, that many students, mostly boys, would come into the library just to sit, never even looking at the books she worked so hard to display attractively. At first, this realization had bothered her immensely, but eventually she had gotten used to it, and even begun to turn the boys' illicit interest in her to a healthy interest in the library.
She thought of B.J. Stokes. B.J. had been kicked out of more classes than most kids ever signed up for. When Martha had first started at the library, B.J. had suddenly shown an interest in his school work, and stayed after school to study in the library almost every day. When grades came out, it was clear that he hadn't been studying in the library, and his counselor put the library off-limits for him. That was where Martha stepped in and offered to take him on as a library aide. At least if she gave him odd-jobs to do, he wouldn't be wasting his time. And now, while B.J. was by no means a model student, he was at least reliable helper, and he came in three mornings a week to re-shelve books. He was slowly and reluctantly learning the catalog system, and Martha hoped he would eventually develop a sincere interest in books.
The same had been true of Lyle Benson and his sexy little girlfriend Emily. Emily was perceptive beyond her years, and when Lyle started hanging around the library and checking out books he never intended to read, Emily had spotted the problem right away. It was she who had approached Miss Price and boldly asked her to keep Lyle busy or keep him out of the library. Martha had been shocked by the forward girl's request, but she had agreed to keep Lyle busy, as long as he was going to spend his time there anyway.
So it wasn't any shock to Martha Price when the new boy started hanging around the library. She had thought he was just going to be one of those troublesome adolescents who couldn't seem to get enough illicit stares at mature womanly breasts or fully-rounded buttocks. But yesterday she had found out otherwise. Rusty was coming to the library to see her all right, but it wasn't only because of her provocative figure. It was because of her background ... The pleasant young ninth grader was also from Ohio, and not too far from where Martha had gone to college.
He had been sitting at a table near the check-out counter, pretending to read. But every time Martha had even whispered to anyone, the alert young boy had sat up straight and listened. Finally he had summoned all his courage and approached her.
"You from the Midwest?" he had asked, a slight pink blush suffusing his cheeks. "It sounds kind of like you have that ... accent."
"Why, yes, I am, Rusty. And you are, too, aren't you?" the surprised older woman had replied. She wondered why she hadn't thought of it before-he'd been coming in the library for three days, and she had heard him talking to other students several times. She had thought there was something different about him all along, but she hadn't been able to place it. Though he was as big and physically mature as most of the other ninth graders, he had a child-like innocent quality about him that wasn't apparent in the other students his age. He seemed a little apprehensive, a little unsure of himself, and he was easily embarrassed. It was as if he was actually psychologically younger than the other boys in his class, although he was physically and academically mature.
Today he had asked to stay and help stamp the new books after school, and he had insisted even though Martha had told him she had a teachers' meeting. She had agreed to let him stay, mostly because she welcomed the opportunity to talk to someone from back home, even if it was only a young boy. It made her feel closer to Wes, somehow, to hear the gentle Midwest twang and talk about things going on in the slow-moving farming communities.
"They've approved some new books," Martha told him abstractly, after a long pause. "So in two weeks, there will be a whole lot of cataloging to do." She suddenly realized that she would have to start a whole new section for the vile sex literature, because she hadn't ever stocked any of that kind of material before. She started thinking about where she could put it, so it would be out of the way of the general reading area, but still available to the students enrolled in that awful sexual education course.
"What kind of books?" Rusty inquired interestedly. He liked English and reading, and he, like Martha, had been raised to devour books.
"Oh, they're for a special class ... They won't be out on the shelves," she replied vaguely. Being from Ohio herself, she strongly suspected that the boy's parents wouldn't approve of the kinds of things the California kids were reading. She felt strangely protective of young Rusty, and she didn't want to get him in trouble at home. That was why she didn't want him to stay any longer today; she wanted to adjust to this new change alone.
"Thanks for your help, Rusty ... but I won't be needing you any more today. I've got some other work to do, that I don't really need any help with...."
"Okay, Miss Price. It's been nice talking with you. I told my parents you were from Ohio, and they said they want to meet you." The cheerful dark-haired boy waved and sauntered out the door.
For some reason, Rusty's comment about his parents bothered the blonde librarian. She had met several parents before, of course, but it had always been on a detached, impersonal level, and she had a feeling that the Thaddeus's would be different, somehow. Parents back home were more concerned about their children's schools, and therefore often more critical. Martha didn't feel confident she would be able to meet the rigorous standards they would expect of her ... But there was something else, too ... There was a nagging feeling inside of her, a kind of indefinable warning, that foretold trouble with young Rusty-not the kind of trouble she normally had with young boys, but something more dangerous....
* * *
It was on a Wednesday, two weeks later, that the books arrived and her suspicions began to take a more definite form. B.J. Stokes, Lyle Benson, and Rusty had offered to stay after school to help catalog and shelve the new books. B.J. and Lyle were up to their usual sniggering and sly commenting about Miss Price's figure, and some of the book covers evoked even more lewd and obscene remarks. Rusty, on the other hand, reddened noticeably as he pulled each new book from the box, and Martha could see that he was trying not to look at the pictures on the covers. She wished she could have kept him from seeing the sex books, but in the two weeks between when she had learned where he was from and now, Rusty had become one of the most efficient library helpers she had, and he had wanted to help with the new shipment to show how well he had learned the procedures. Martha was unable to think of any valid sounding reason to keep him out of the library, especially since she was allowing those goof-offs B.J. and Lyle to work on the books.
The three boys and the librarian had pasted envelopes inside all the book covers and practically finished making cards for them, when B.J. and Lyle decided at once they had to go home. Martha excused them gratefully, and she didn't even demand that they put back the books they were hiding not-very-subtly under their shirts. She knew they would read them anyway, even if they had to sit in the library all day to do it, so there was no point in telling them she knew they were sneaking them out of the building.
When they had gone, Rusty began to work faster, suddenly embarrassed that he was alone with the beautiful young woman. He was making cards for twenty copies of The Perfect Lover, which was a glossy paperback with a very explicit picture of a naked couple on the cover. The man and woman were entwined, in a reclining embrace and between their tightly pressed bodies, he could just make out the turgid brown nipple topping the woman's full breast as it was crushed against her lover's body. His fumbling fingers began to tremble, and inadvertently he began dropping copies of the obscene book while he was trying to put the cards in the pockets. One fell open to page 147, on which there was a detailed drawing entitled, "Female genitals with sensitive portions indicated by arrows". Helplessly, the innocent boy's eyes were drawn to the lewd diagram, and he read the labels of the "clitoris", the "Outer labia", and the sensitive "inner vaginal labia". Underneath the picture there was a paragraph describing how each of the erogenous areas could be best stimulated, and how to recognize when they were aroused enough for "entry".
The boy's eyes bulged unconsciously, and his shaking fingers reached down to turn the page, when suddenly he became aware of the blonde librarian standing above him.
"Oh! Miss Price! ... I ... um ... dropped the card...." His cheeks burned furiously, and he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes.
"Here it is," Martha said, picking the card up off the table. "Is ... is something bothering you about that book?"
"I ... oh, no! . .'. It's just...." He couldn't go on. He seemed almost on the verge of tears, and the young woman suddenly felt sorry for him. She remembered how she had felt, back home in Ohio, when she had found a dirty magazine in her brother's bedroom. She had been so overcome with shame and guilt that she hadn't been able to eat dinner ... and she was sixteen at the time, while Rusty was only fourteen. Of course, times had changed in the past eight years, but the painful memory of her first exposure to sex was still with her today. She summoned up her dignity and objectivity as best she could, and tried to ease the boy's conscience.
"There's nothing wrong with being interested, Rusty," she heard herself saying. "Everybody learns about these things some time or other...."
"I know, but ... Oh, Miss Price ... There's something terribly wrong with me!" The distressed tone of his voice moved the young librarian to sympathy. She sat down beside him and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"It's just ... Did you hear Lyle and B.J. talking this afternoon? ... They were saying ... saying that they know all about these things ... They said they did it, you know, with girls before. And B.J. said he did it when he was twelve! ... Oh, Miss Price, I've ... I've never even kissed a girl! The guys-all the other guys at this school-think that I'm a queer or something!"
Even Martha blushed at hearing the innocent teenager use that crude word. But her heart went out to him. She knew what tough talk boys like B.J. and Lyle were used to showing off. She actually doubted that they did half the things they bragged about, but she knew what a frightening effect they could have on boys like Rusty. Rusty must have encountered a kind of cultural shock when he moved to California, because the young people out here seemed so much more advanced than the kids she knew back home.
"Oh, Rusty," she said. "I'm sure they don't think that. People develop at different rates, that's all. B.J. and Lyle are just going through a period of talking big; I'm sure they don't think you're ... queer ... or anything."
"Well, Ma'am ... Just today they showed me a picture in one of these books, and they asked me if I knew what it was ... And Miss Price, I didn't even know! It was a picture of a ... a clitoris, I think ... and I didn't even know what it was!" The distraught young boy had forgotten his embarrassment in front of Martha Price; all he could think about was the shame he had felt when B.J. and Lyle teased him about his lack of experience. He looked up at the librarian, his brown eyes open wide with misery.
Martha felt an unfamiliar sense of compassion for the boy. Normally, she wouldn't have done what she was about to do, particularly for a student who showed promise. This kind of "literature" was for the trash that Vic Burroughs taught in a class like sex education, which was little more than pornography with license. But in this case, in the special situation that poor Rusty Thaddeus had been thrown into, the blonde thought it might be appropriate. She picked up the book that had fallen to the floor. She took the card out of the envelope in the cover and wrote the boy's name on it. Then she handed him the book.
"Here, Rusty ... Take this book home and read it. Maybe it'll help clear upsome things for you. And read the chapter on adolescence; it'll probably tell about how boys at this age often make a story sound bigger than it really is."
The dark-haired boy seemed reluctant to take the book. He looked at it, and then up at Martha. He seemed to be trying to decide if it was all right.
"Go on, Rusty, take it!" the librarian said smiling. "I can finish up the rest of this myself. You can go on home now and look over this book."
"Gosh, thanks, Miss Price!" the teenager suddenly said enthusiastically. He took the book eagerly and fairly ran out of the library door.
CHAPTER TWO
It was only minutes after Rusty Thaddeus left that Martha Price began to realize what she had done. She had given the innocent boy from the Midwest a book that had been ordered for much older students-and older students from California, at that. And the worst thing was, she hadn't even read the book herself. It was strictly against her procedure to recommend any book to a student unless she had read it and judged it for herself. Good heavens, she didn't even know what kinds of things they discussed in that sex manual she had checked out to him! What if there was something inadvertently corruptive in that book? And what would his parents think of a high school library where he could check out that kind of "literature"?
Quickly the young librarian found the car with Rusty's name on it ... The Perfect Lover. What a title for a book that a fourteen year old would be reading! She pulled a copy of the book from the stack and flipped through the pages hastily, trying to skim the whole book in just a few minutes. Too many words flashed by her worried young eyes for her to understand what the book was actually about-foreplay, cunnilingus, self-stimulation, pre-adolescent sex-everything sounded ominous to the young librarian, and she realized she would just have to settle down and read the whole book through slowly.
Her expression changed from one of hurried concentration to one of horrified amazement when she first began to realize how explicit the book actually was. If she had read something like this at fourteen, she was sure she would have died of shame-and certainly she would have understood very little of it. Then, at some point during the third chapter, Martha's expression became one of frank interest, and she began turning the pages more slowly, each one recalling the happy times when she. had lived with Wes to her now-stimulated imagination. God, they were describing almost exactly how they did it, the way Wes would rub her nipples slowly with his thumb and forefinger, the way he would bury his face between her naked breasts....
As she read chapter after chapter of the compelling book, she gradually forgot about the ninth grader from Ohio, and she became completely engrossed in the obscene formulas for pleasure-giving satisfaction that were outlined so clearly. She was a little surprised to find that in the last two chapters, the authors described sexual acts Martha had never even thought of herself before ... There was a detailed set of instructions for preparing a woman for anal sex. That's fucking in the ass! Martha translated hurriedly. She had always assumed it was just an expression, not something people actually did.
It was in a slight state of shock that the young woman finally put the book down and noticed on the library clock that it was nearly nine at night. God, she had been here for three whole hours, reading that powerful sex book instead of doing her work, or going home to have dinner. She guiltily shoved the unshelved books aside and hastily turned out the lights. She was just getting in the car to drive home when she suddenly remembered why she had started reading that sex book in the first place.
Heaven help me! I've given that book to Rusty Thaddeus! She wondered desperately if he had already begun to read it, or if he had been naive enough to show it to his parents. There was no question about it now, she had completely destroyed any positive image the boy's parents might have had of her. Oh, what was she going to do?
She toyed with the idea of stopping by the Thaddeus's house and asking Rusty straightforwardly for the book. She could say she had given it to him by mistake, and then she would get it back. But if she did that, his parents would see the kind of things that California teachers allowed in their libraries, and they might get worried about their son. Also, if she made too big a fuss about getting the book back, it might have the opposite effect on the boy. It might make him even more interested than he was before. No, she wouldn't try to get the book tonight.
All she could safely do was wait until Rusty turned the book in when he finished with it. The mistake had already been made, and any alarm that Martha might express would only compound the problem. But right then, she decided not to make that error again. She would keep those terrible books behind the counter, and she wouldn't check them out to anyone who couldn't prove he was enrolled in that awful man's sex education class.
She was just finishing up the behind-the-counter sex section when Rusty Thaddeus came in early the next day. Martha was almost embarrassed to look at him since she had discovered what a mature book she had given him to read, but she tried to hide it.
"Good morning, Rusty," she said primly.
"You're early this morning."
"I know. I...." the boy began sheepishly, his eyes roving over the curves of the librarian's shapely body. He almost seemed to forget why he had come in, he was so intent on studying her feminine shape. Then with a little gulp he continued, "I came in about that book you told me to read. I read almost the whole first half, and I ... well, there are some things I'm not sure I understand. Like here...." he pulled the book out from under his jacket and began turning over the pages to find the one he'd marked. "Here, on page 93, it says, 'Openmouthed kissing is a widely-practiced preliminary to sexual foreplay, and many couples find it equally stimulating with either partner taking the aggressive position.' What does that mean, Miss Price-aggressive position?"
Martha felt her throat go dry as the candid young boy faced her squarely. She remembered reading that section on foreplay last night, and it had reminded her of the countless evenings with Wes when he had moved his head down between her widespread thighs and teased her little clitoral nub with his tongue until she would feel her arousal juices flowing and almost cum in her ecstasy. The part about kissing was tame by comparison, but she suddenly remembered that Rusty had said he had never kissed a girl before. She drew in a long breath as she tried to formulate an answer.
"Do you know what an open-mouth kiss is, Rusty?"
The boy looked down self-consciously. "I think so. They do it in the movies, don't they?"
"Well, yes, I suppose they do," the blonde woman replied. "It's a kiss, with your mouths open, and one person puts his tongue ... Oh, Rusty, don't you understand?" she cried helplessly. It was too difficult to explain such a meaningful sexual gesture to the young boy, and she felt that it was the kind of thing he should find out from his parents, not from an older woman. She didn't have any business suggesting that he read the book. But how could she get out of it? The damage had already been done.
Rusty was nodding in a perplexed way, opening his mouth as if to speak and then closing it again several times. Finally he shrugged his shoulders resignedly, as if to say, "No, I don't understand and I guess I never will."
"Oh, no, Rusty," Martha said comfortingly, coming across the room to stand close to him. "Don't feel that way. You'll understand everything in that silly old book in due time. When you meet a girl you like, and she likes you, you won't need any book to tell you how to kiss her. You'll just automatically know. Honestly, Rusty." She patted him gently on the shoulder, and smiled slightly when she saw his face brighten with a ray of hope.
"Do you really think so, Miss Price?" he asked eagerly, before he sensed what he thought was condescension in her voice. He scowled darkly and regarded her through distrustful eyes. "You just think I'm too young to understand all this stuff. You're just like my parents and all the other adults. You think just because I'm fourteen I'm not ready for this. Well, you're wrong ... and I'll find out whether you help me or not!"
"I'm sure you will. And I'm not trying to discourage your interest," the blonde heard herself saying. It surprised her, because originally that had been exactly what she had been trying to do-discourage his unhealthy interest in this book that was obviously too advanced for him. But his determination impressed her for some reason, and she felt sorry that he seemed to think everyone was trying to hide things from him.
"You ... you're not? Then why won't you tell me what this stuff means?" the dark-haired boy challenged.
"It's just hard to explain...." Martha said slowly. "Why don't you come in the back room and sit down? We have a few minutes before the bell, and maybe I can help you understand."
She led him behind the counter where the magazines were kept in orderly boxes against the walls. It was a room she rarely allowed students to use, because invariably, if a student had a reason to go in there, a magazine or two would be gone or misplaced the next day. Also, she had an electric burner and a coffee pot back there for her private use, and she didn't want students to burn themselves. She showed the young freshman to her second-hand couch that she used to relax on during lunch hour. "Sit down, Rusty, and show me what you can't understand."
He opened the book to the page he had just read to her from, and pointed to the small photograph of a couple kissing. "See? You can't really tell what they're doing. "
"Why, Rusty, they're ... the man has stuck his tongue into the woman's mouth," Martha forced herself to say, aware of the quickening of her heartbeat as she said the words. This certainly wasn't the correct approach to the embarrassing situation. She shouldn't be the one to be explaining all this to him. Whatever could have gotten into her?
"So what does it mean-aggressive position?" the wide-eyed boy persisted. Finally he was getting somewhere. Finally he could see the possibility of catching up to these early-developers in California, so he wouldn't have to feel like such a freak all the time. For several minutes, he actually forgot who it was who was telling him these things, he was so interested in the information.
"Well," she began, licking her lips, "if the woman put her tongue in the man's mouth, she would be in the aggressive position ... The aggressor is the one who ... who puts something into the other one, usually the man." Oh, God! she gasped inwardly. She knew she had put it very badly, and she looked into Rusty's face fearfully to see if he had understood. But the boy didn't seem to be paying attention.
He had suddenly looked at the ravishing blonde on the couch beside him-really looked at her, for the first time since he had moved here from Ohio. Almost against his will, his eyes began to search over the inviting curves of her sensuous body, lingering on the full firm mounds of her breasts before descending to her smoothly tapered waist and gently flaring hips, her long beautiful legs outlined under the clinging blue material of her skirt. His breath seemed to be caught in his throat, and he looked up helplessly, unable to say anything.
Martha was aware of the boy's curiously roving eyes, and she was also uncomfortably conscious of an excited little tremor building deep in her own belly. Rusty was so innocent, so sweet, and she understood all too well the strangeness he must be feeling when he tried to get adjusted to the fast pace of life in California. For some peculiar, inexplicable reason, she wanted to hold him-and not like a mother or a protector. She wanted to hold him like a woman, show him how to kiss and caress a woman, teach him the. things he was trying to learn from the unsubtle book. And all the while she knew it would be wrong ... Why, it was wrong even to be thinking like this! She suddenly sat up stiffly, vowing to keep a close grip on herself and to rid her mind immediately of such insane fantasies.
"Oh, Miss Price ... I'm sorry I wasn't listening," the fourteen year old apologized instantly, mistaking her sudden movement for one of displeasure. "I just ... I was just thinking about that open-mouthed kissing. I know you wouldn't want to, but ... but I wish I could kiss you like that ... so I could see what they meant in the book...?" His voice went up at the end of the sentence, making it sound almost like a question.
Martha felt her body tense, and then, before she knew what she was doing, she turned sideways so she was facing him on the couch. Her blue eyes sparkled deeply with the possibilities that were occurring to her. Rusty was so cute and innocent, and she knew he needed her so badly. He needed her the way she longed to be needed by a male, the way she had felt ever since she had moved out here and left Wes back home. And Rusty was so much like Wes-his dark hair, his Midwestern accent....
Impulsively, the librarian wrapped her arms eagerly around his slim frame, her fingers combing through his soft brown hair. She pulled him to her, placing his cheek against hers, listening to his boyish breath whistling raggedly past her ear. For a moment she couldn't get over how much it seemed like Wes she was tenderly hugging ... It brought back a clear memory of years ago, when she had first explored the happiness of sex and love with her future fiance. And then she remembered another scene, much later than that, when she had cried into Wes's shoulder at the airport, just before she took a plane to California. Suddenly her whole mood was shattered. She didn't know what she could have been thinking, but she was absolutely sincere in her vow to remain true to Wes. She pulled herself away from the surprised young boy.
"Forgive me, Rusty," she said with a forced laugh. "I'm sorry if I shocked you."
"Oh, no, Ma'am," he managed to say politely. "I ... I'm sorry I asked you to kiss me ... I guess I'm just a little kid to you."
"Now don't you ever think that," Martha chided him. For all her efforts to deny the fact to her body, Rusty was definitely a male-young, maybe, but still a proudly developing young man. He most certainly was no longer a child, as the librarian could tell by his growing interest in her womanly form.
Rusty sat silently next to the blonde woman on the couch. He was vaguely aware that something was going on between him and the voluptuously beautiful woman, but he wasn't sure what it was. It was different than anything he had ever experienced before, and it inspired feelings in him that were beyond anything he could fathom. His whole body was tingling from the warm softness of having had her arms around him, from the feeling of her big warm breasts pressing firmly against his chest. Even now, the nearness of her softly curved female body, and the scent of her sweet musky perfume was like a drug heightening his sensitivity to everything that was happening in his eager and confused mind.
Martha had nervously picked up the book and was trying to concentrate on the pictures and paragraphs she had studied just the night before. She told herself she was trying to think of ways she could help Rusty understand, but underneath she knew it was just a way to keep her attention off the innocent young boy. She could feel him staring intently at her thighs, her vaginal mound teasingly outlined by the thin material of her skirt, and she knew without a doubt what was happening. He was getting excited. He was getting excited by her, as she had allowed no man to do in the long months since she'd left Wes in Ohio. The realization sent a galvanic surge of tingling little shocks prickling her belly and a trembling chill running up her spine and through her pussy walls.
"Miss Price," Rusty began tentatively, trying to rouse her from the book. "Miss Price, do you really mean that, about me .not being a little kid?"
Martha gasped, trying to conceal her urgently rising excitement. If he only knew how masculine and mature he is, she thought wistfully. Then he would know how to ease the acute aching that was developing in her long-neglected loins. She could feel the nearness of his supple young body, and it was having too strong an effect on her between her thighs. All the months of loneliness had taken their toll, and she knew that she was in a very vulnerable position.
"Of course I don't think you're a little kid! If I thought that, I would ... I wouldn't...." But the librarian couldn't think of anything she would or wouldn't do. She knew precisely what she would like to do, but she couldn't say it to the boy. Her mind was racing wildly, and she had to tear her eyes away from the enchanting sight of Rusty's excited face. Why had she become so unexpectedly fascinated by this teenager and his candid questions? And why couldn't she get rid of this unexplainable nervousness and excitement now mounting inside her almost uncontrolled? She felt like a gawky teenager, out on her first date ... She was as shaky as she had been on the night she had lost her virginity.
"Wouldn't what, Miss Price?" Rusty continued, seemingly undaunted by the turmoil going on in Martha's conscience.
"Oh, I wouldn't have given you this book to read." God, he didn't even suspect the wanton thoughts spinning around in her head. He was almost too naive to be believed, compared to the young lechers most California teenagers were. The distraught librarian got up and plugged in the coffee pot-anything to get her mind off young Rusty Thaddeus.
Her hands were trembling as she measured the coffee into the strainer. She honestly couldn't understand what she was getting so nervous about. Rusty was only a boy, and a somewhat frightened young boy at that. She was an adult woman, ten years his senior. And here she was getting all upset because had almost kissed him. She hadn't even actually gone through with it....
Maybe she should just kiss him and get it over with. Since he had never kissed a girl before, all she would need to do would be to kiss him and let him get past that barrier. It was really an inconsequential thing as far as she was concerned. Why, she herself had kissed boys while she was still in high school, and she had survived. She had even kissed a couple of her college friends-in front of Wes-on graduation night when she had got her degree in library science. Rationally, a kiss was nothing monumental to her, and it would certainly mean a lot to the boy. A little practical experience would bolster his confidence when he finally would begin taking girls on dates.
Forgetting the coffee, the blonde librarian turned around abruptly. Rusty was still sitting on the edge of the couch, following her every movement hungrily with his eyes. He had been noticing for the first time the way the older woman's buttocks tightened whenever she shifted her weight, and he had been hypnotized by the imagination of what lay hidden up between her long slender legs. For a moment, he didn't even react to her abrupt about-face.
"Rusty," she said, a little too sternly. "Come over here."
The teenager rose obediently, too lost in his imaginary fantasies to wonder what the librarian wanted. Martha watched through narrowed eyes as he hesitantly walked over to the desk where she was standing. It was unforgivable, she knew.
It was insane and irresponsible on her part, but it had taken over her consciousness like a compulsion. She felt the urge to give this innocent boy from her home state a kiss, just a single kiss, to help him adjust to his new environment. She almost felt as if she owed it to him, because she had given him the provocative book, and she had gotten him started on this whole business.
Rusty stood nervously before her, his eyes opened wide with wonder. She lifted her hand to touch his boyish cheek with her fingertips, and she leaned closer to him so her expectantly erect nipples just barely brushed across his sleek young face. Then she lifted his head and bent to touch his lips with her own, pressing her mouth lightly and softly over his, lingering for a brief but exquisite moment.
Then she drew back slowly, still keeping her hands on his shoulders. "There," she said uncertainly, "now you've kissed a girl." She looked up into his eyes, wondering what he thought about what she had just done for him.
At first Rusty looked startled, but gradually his features brightened in a broad smile as the magnitude of the sexual contact dawned on him.
Martha was only able to meet his smile for an instant longer, before she felt compelled to avert her eyes. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't face him, and she had the uneasy feeling that maybe he couldn't face her either. Somehow, that brief innocent little kiss had done something to her body that she could never have anticipated. It was horrible and unforgivable, but in spite of her moral indignation with herself, it was undeniably exciting. Her sensuously throbbing cunt lips were becoming more moist and excited beneath her panties with every passing second ... and it was all because of this simple little kiss!
Rusty felt as if he should rise to the occasion, take control of the situation. After all, he had just been kissed by a fantastically beautiful blonde woman, and he bet old B. J. and Lyle couldn't even say that. He knew he should say something cool, to make the librarian want to kiss him again, and maybe continue this crazy physical thing even farther. But he didn't have the courage or the experience, and all he could do was gulp nervously at the sight of her full rounded breasts rising and falling heavily beneath the clinging material of the blouse she wore. He wanted to do it again, he didn't want her to take her hands off his shoulders, but he did want her to look up. He couldn't understand why she wasn't looking at him.
"M-Miss Price," he whispered. "Did I do something wrong? Why won't you look at me? ... I want to kiss you again-like they said in the book."
Before him the blonde woman hesitated, torn between her body's unnatural hunger to feel the sweet softness of the teenager's eager lips once more, and the awful knowledge that she was really flirting with danger this time. She forced herself to look at him, and she resolutely began to shake her head and slide her hands off his shoulders, but the young boy quickly caught her wrists.
"No," he said, replacing them where they had rested against the sides of his neck. Then he boldly pulled her gorgeous body toward his, and lifting his face, locked his mouth ardently over her parted lips.
The startled librarian trembled, trying insincerely to struggle free as the delicious erotic sensations rippled through every nerve in her body. She felt half-drunk with the sensual delight of the youngster's frantic boyish embrace, and his sinewy young arms held her tight until her breasts were crushed against his chest. Tingling sparks of rising lust seemed to be shooting crazily between their intertwined bodies, and Martha's mind was suddenly filled with visions that bordered on shameless dreams of seduction. For a few seconds she was completely lost in the mounting desires rushing hotly up through her rock-hard nipples. She allowed her lips to part yieldingly before the violent hunger of the teenager's inexperienced kiss.
She squirmed up against Rusty's young muscled body, as her hungry lips sucked ravenously at his eagerly exploring young tongue. Martha knew he was practicing his newfound knowledge of the lust-inspiring kiss, but she also felt something else. She realized what was happening to her. She knew she was allowing herself to feel the same kind of desperate and unrestricted desire that had always engulfed her before she had made love to Wes, when they had lived together so happily during their last year of college. She knew it was sheer insanity to let herself feel like this about the young boy from Ohio, but she couldn't stop herself. Her body was aching with a need she had nearly forgotten in the long time she'd been separated from her fiance.
She knew that by continuing to hold this teenager's fervent kiss she was only going to increase her own frustration. He was absolutely untouchable, because he was a student, and worse than that, he was an especially innocent student ... She tried to force herself to break the kiss, but she only wound up wriggling and snuggling in closer to his heatedly excited body.
She felt absolutely shameless as she pressed her sensuous curves even tighter against the trembling adolescent, delighting in the sensations of his muscles rippling against her as he clenched her tightly to his heaving chest. Her leg pressed urgently against his thigh as she squirmed even closer, desperately trying to feel and touch more of his virile young body.
Martha frantically flicked her hips upward into his pelvis, searching with her aroused cunt mound for his young hardened cock. She gasped into his mouth when she suddenly made the lewd contact, and she instinctively began to rotate her hips in a sensuous little simulation of fucking. Rusty responded almost automatically, increasing the pressure of the illicit kiss so much that Martha was afraid he was going to bite right into her lips.
With a newly-discovered sucking, the teenager found that he could suck the librarian's tongue right into his throat. He pumped on it greedily, as if he was trying to swallow it, and then he relaxed and shot his tongue back into her mouth. In a powerful split-second jolt, the inexperienced boy suddenly realized that he knew what the book was all about now ... at least the part he had been thinking about last night. As he sucked relentlessly on the blonde woman's slickly swirling tongue, he thought vaguely of all the other things he would like to learn ... the other things this experienced older woman could teach him.
He was . so involved in his dreams and the lustful kiss, that he failed at first to realize that Martha Price was shaking her head vigorously away from his mouth. He tried to follow her frantic movements with his lips, but she was too fast, and his hungry mouth lost her full red lips. He looked down at her wonderingly, but he didn't speak.
"I'm sorry, Rusty," she said for the second time that morning. "I want you to go now, and try to forget this ever happened."
"B-But...." the teenager sputtered. "I like that open-mouth kiss! Don't you?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, Rusty," Martha sighed. "You've got a lot to learn ... but you've got to learn it in its proper time, and this is not the time." She picked up the forgotten sex book from the couch and held it out to him. "You can keep this for a week, you know, if you want to...."
"I know," the youngster said unenthusiastically. He couldn't help wondering if he had done something wrong. Maybe he hadn't been cool enough about the kiss ... or maybe he hadn't done the tongue part right. As he turned reluctantly and left the library, he vowed to himself that he was going to show the librarian that he wasn't such a dummy after all. He was going to catch up to these California boys before she knew it!
CHAPTER THREE
Martha Price settled comfortably into the soft cushions of the day bed in her studio apartment. She set the small rum and Coke on the end table, and picked out the D.H. Lawerence novel she'd been meaning to read. It was Saturday night, and if she wasn't going out, she reasoned, she at least deserved to have a little drink while she read a book by her favorite author. She tuned in the radio to a station that played classical dinner music and leaned back contentedly. In no time, she became absorbed in the deeply emotional novel as she sipped almost unconsciously on her drink.
She drifted softly into the magical fictional world of the book, the way she had loved to do ever since she had learned to read. She surrendered completely to the power of the printed words, her consciousness willingly overwhelmed by the tender fantasy. For her, reading was a total sensual experience that engulfed her every brain cell and nerve ending in an almost sexual way. This was the feeling she so fervently hoped to be able to pass onto the students who used the school library. But it was also the feeling that so many young people-especially in California-seemed to be moving away from....
The buzzer jangled her attention away from the novel. It was as if she had been rudely awakened from a compelling dream, and it took her a few seconds to recover her consciousness before she realized that someone was downstairs at the main entrance to the apartment building. That's funny, she mused, half expecting that one of the characters from the book had arrived in person. She got up from the day-bed and went over to answer the intercom.
"Yes? Who is it?" she asked sleepily. She coughed a little when she heard her voice. It sounded cracked, as if she had been asleep.
"It's Rusty, Miss Price," a male voice replied after a short hesitation.
Rusty? the blonde woman thought in confusion. She didn't know anybody named Rusty ... Oh! It couldn't be Rusty Thaddeus from school! What on earth would he be doing here on a Saturday night?
"Y-yes, Rusty?" she said in a wavering voice.
"I have to see you," the voice answered.
My God, it is Rusty Thaddeus! the horrified librarian realized. She looked down at her red robe and lounging slippers. Her hand flew up to her long blonde hair which she had let down so it fell in gentle curls around her shoulders. I can't let him see me like this! Instinctively she pulled the v-shaped neckline of her nylon robe up tight around her slender white neck and tried to cover her legs with the flimsy front opening. Then, without saying anything else into the intercom, she pushed the button to open the downstairs door.
Her mind whirled in confusion as she emptied the last of the rum and Coke down the drain in the kitchen sink. It was only 7:30, but it was still no time to be entertaining a young student. Whatever could the boy be thinking, to come here to her apartment? Surely he didn't think ... Oh, God! What if it was about that lust-inspiring book?
Downstairs, Rusty could hardly believe that Miss Price had actually let him in. He had finished reading The Perfect Lover, and although he wasn't completely clear on a lot of points, he thought he understood the main idea of what the book was about. He couldn't wait until Monday to find out if he was right ... He had to find out tonight.
The anxious ninth grader had told his parents he was gong to visit a new friend-it was partly true, anyway-and he had ridden all the way to Miss Price's apartment on his bicycle. He hadn't thought about whether she would be home, or whether she would see him, but he was driven by a strange, unfamiliar urgency that compelled him to try. It wasn't until he heard the buzzer that unlocked the front door that the young student paused to think about what he was doing.
As he pushed open the heavy wood and glass door that led to the foyer, Rusty felt some of his confidence begin to desert him. Maybe the librarian didn't want to see him; maybe she'd only opened the door by mistake. His feet seemed to drag as he mounted the first flight of stairs to the second floor landing. When he was half-way up to the third floor, where he knew that Miss Price's apartment would be, he almost turned around and ran down. Why would the astoundingly beautiful blonde have any interest in seeing him? She probably thought he was just a dumb kid....
He hesitated in front of her door for several moments. He thought he could hear someone moving around behind the door, shoving furniture against the wall, running water down the sink. He wished he could see inside without going in. He wanted to see what Miss Price looked like when she was alone, outside of school, away from all the other boys who always seemed to follow her around. He wondered briefly if she had a boyfriend, and if he would be jealous of a fourteen year old student.
Finally he took a deep breath and raised the brass knocker on the door.
Martha jumped at the sound of the knock, even though she knew it was coming. She gave one last quick glance around the room to make sure she had put everything away, tugged again at the insubstantial robe that she hadn't had time to change, and slowly opened the door.
Rusty stood sheepishly in the doorway, dressed in worn jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. A tell-tale bulge in his back pocket told the young librarian that he had brought along the suggestive sex book from the library. So he was here about the book! What was she going to do?
"Hi," the boy said simply. "Are you busy or anything?"
"I was just reading, Rusty. Come on in and sit down ... I have some Coke in the refrigerator. Would you like one?"
Rusty looked around the room before coming through the door. He nodded silently in answer to Martha's offer, and stood awkwardly in the center of the room. He clasped his hands nervously behind his back, and even before he said anything, he could feel his face getting hot in his embarrassment. Now that he was here, he couldn't remember why he had thought it was so important to come.
The blonde woman in the kitchen could feel his tension all the way through the wall. It duplicated her own, for as soon as she had heard his knock, her whole insides had begun to flutter, and a long-ignored shameful tingling had sparked deep in her belly. She recognized it for what it was-the kindling of a lustful forbidden flame-but that didn't help to calm her tormented mind. She couldn't allow herself to quell the fire in her loins by letting the innocent young teenager fuck her, and yet she knew that she had initiated him to the adult world of sex and lust by giving him that wild book. And she had kissed him in the library ... And she had admitted him to her apartment tonight! Where was it all going to end?
She came back into the living room and handed Rusty the Coke. He mumbled a "thank you" and sat down near the edge of the day-bed. Martha stood above him, rum and Coke in hand, thinking how fortunate it was that the dark color of the Coke disguised the alcohol she felt she needed to help her through the difficult situation.
"What is it you wanted to see me about, Rusty?" she said as calmly as she could.
"I ... I finished the book, and I want to ... well ... find out if I understood everything. Can you ... help me? There are just a couple of things I want to know...." Even through the boy's obvious embarrassment, Martha could detect the clear pleading tone in his voice. Once again she felt her heart melt in sympathy for the teenager and she could foresee her own lack of control. She knew she had to make a decision fast, and this time, she would have to make it stick.
"That depends, Rusty," she answered slowly, "on what kind of help you want. I can explain some things to you, but ... no more demonstrations."
Rusty was a little saddened by the firm tone in her voice, but he sensed that she meant what she said. Suddenly all he wanted to do was get it over with as soon as possible....
He stood up decisively, setting his drink on the table beside the bed. Without allowing himself to hesitate, he reached his hands toward the blonde woman and even though he was smaller than her, he pulled her against his chest. Then he whispered raggedly into her ear.
"I want to fuck you, Miss Price. I want to fuck you!"
Martha started forward in her surprise, almost spilling the drink she balanced' precariously in one hand. She could feel the blood raging deep within her body and she suddenly realized the full extent of her lust toward this virgin young boy. She wanted him to kiss her and hold her ... She wanted him to suck her naked breasts ... And, yes, she couldn't deny it, she wanted him to fuck her, to thrust his hard little cock into her hotly hungering cunt, and fuck her until he had quenched the fires of the lustful thunder building in her loins with his wildly spewing young cum.
More and more the insane desire was taking control of the librarian's mind and emotions as she wriggled her torso provocatively against her young student, a wild forbidden thrill coursing through her pussy walls as she felt his swollen hardness jerk lewdly in his jeans. She wanted him to strip her naked and fuck her more than she had ever imagined, more than she even dared to believe herself, after the long months of stubborn faithfulness to Wes. She was going to go out of her mind, and she felt that Rusty was, too, if they didn't do something to release the powerful lustful tension that was building inside them.
Her mind groped for a solution, something that was correct and proper, something she could do that wouldn't compromise her position of responsibility. If only she had had the willpower, she could break away from Rusty's lustful young grip and send him home. Then she would know she had honored her commitment to her fiance, and upheld the duties of her job at the school. But even as she struggled with her inner conscience, she knew the battle was lost. She was going to have to have this sweet young boy in some way, whether it jeopardized her integrity or not.
She pressed against the teenager with such force that he nearly stumbled backward on the couch. The momentary shock of imbalance caused him to suddenly loosen his grip, and he looked down at the blonde woman in surprise.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked in disappointment.
"Lie down, Rusty," the librarian said, the husky quality of her voice hardly recognizable as her own. She didn't feel like explaining the delirious perversion that had come over her, any more than she felt like waiting to quell the fire in the lust-burning slit of her already lewdly moistened vagina. Her idea was too obscene for words, but its very obscenity made it all the more irresistible. It irked her that he was sitting numbly on the day-bed, making no move to accommodate the compelling desire that was so obvious to the trembling blonde.
"Lie down," she repeated in a slightly annoyed tone, as she sat down close to him on the couch.
Even in his adolescent innocence, the excited young boy detected the suggestive overtone of her command. With a gasp of breathless delight, he fell eagerly into her outstretched arms. He could hardly believe what was happening to him-indeed, he didn't even know what she intended to do-but he was more than willing to test his new found expertise in the exciting forbidden area he had so recently read about. He started kissing arduously the older blonde's full red lips, then slid down and sucked on her slender white neck and throat. He opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of the heaving white mounds of her breasts as they protruded through the top of her alluringly open neckline. His fumbling youthful fervor made her beautiful and voluptuous body tremble in passionate acceptance.
Rusty's virginal young cock jerked crazily against the tightness of his jeans every time the older woman wriggled against him. His whole string of experience since he came to California and read that arousing paperback had been like a long crazy dream, and now he felt as if it was reaching some kind of obscene climax. The librarian was kissing him even more passionately than she had in the library, and he was lewdly conscious that now he was in her home, twisting around with her on her own couch-bed.
"Are you enjoying this, Rusty?" the aroused woman murmured hotly into his ear. "Isn't this better than the book?"
Her body was shaking visibly now from the force of her emotions. Erotic sensations were rippling through every nerve of her flesh and a long sigh of relief passed through her lips as she saw the boy nod his wide-eyed affirmative response to her question. She felt almost drugged by the intoxicating closeness of the boy's tender young body and she knew for certain that this time she was lost. Really lost, wandering in a whirlpool of dizzying sexual energy that was beginning to pulse like a savage drumbeat through her tortured flesh.
"Shall I show you what the book describes, Rusty? Shall I teach you everything you've read about?" My God, did I say that? Did I really say that? The older woman blinked in her astonishment at the words that had tumbled unbidden out of her mouth. She had intended only to think about the exciting possibilities, not say them out loud.
Rusty stared dumbly into the deep blue pools of Martha Price's eyes. He shook his head to make sure he was awake, that this whole scene was not just another of his virginal wet dreams. But when he looked again the blonde was still there beneath him, tightening her body up against his, in the way he had read about in The Perfect Lover, but hadn't really been able to comprehend. He couldn't help being afraid, afraid of the churning excitement in his stomach, the burning hardness of his fully aroused young penis, the uncertainty about whether the woman really meant to go through with it-all the way. He tried to read the expression in her widely dilated pupils, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't tell for sure what she was going to allow him to do.
"You mean ... You mean you'll do it? You'll let me f-fuck you?" he croaked in a strained excited voice. He couldn't let himself be fooled if it wasn't true. He desperately hoped she wasn't teasing him.
"Would you like that, darling?" she purred huskily, planting quick little butterfly kisses all over his cheeks and lips and nose.
"Shit, yes! You know I would! I told you ... I told you I wanted you, Miss Price," he sighed through his teeth.
His stiff young cock was aching tightly under his jeans and with each word she uttered he felt almost delirious with joyful disbelief at what was happening to him. Chills of wild desire were rushing madly up his spine as she kissed him again and he felt her darting wet tongue begin to play tauntingly over his lips, prying them apart to probe experimentally into the warm cavern of his accepting mouth.
Martha kissed him with a forbidden passion, her tongue working furiously against his. She knew she must be out of her mind to be making promises like the ones she had just made to the young boy, but her lecherous excitement had totally taken over her body and mind. It didn't matter in her present state of arousal, and she couldn't have stopped even if she had wanted to. And as she recognized this truth again, her hand slipped around his waist, gliding over his belt to the hip of his denim pants, caressing the firm curve of his boyish buttocks as she kissed him even more greedily. Her fingertips lingered lovingly on the juncture with his thigh as she savored the sweet torture of slowly moving her hand over his lean young body and then centering on the source of her unnatural longing. Her body began to tremble as she visualized the object of her desire, Rusty's beautiful little virginal cock, that she was going to stroke and squeeze, until he would cum right in her hand. This was what she wanted to do, to satisfy her own lewd aching, and teach the boy what he wanted to know about the activities in the book. This was the lecherous idea that had planted itself so firmly in her consciousness there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Oh!" Rusty gasped, as he felt her hand graze the length of his lustfully hardened cock through the material of his jeans. He instinctively tried to squirm away, but his excited pelvic area only thrust forward against her hand.
Martha was too involved in the warmth and hunger surging through her own body to do anything but give him another long sensual kiss. Her brain was whirling in ever-widening spirals of sensual need and she slithered her tongue wetly between his lips as her hand smoothed eagerly over the bulging front of his pants. Tentatively she explored the tensely swollen outline of his rising young cock, drawing her fingers tightly in to trace its length and breadth before beginning to fumble urgently with the zipper itself.
God, he was so beautiful and so helpless and so vulnerable. She gloated in the deranged joy of discovery as her fingers at last began to work the zipper down to open his fly.
Rusty's throat felt dry and constricted as he felt the sudden cool contact of Martha's long tapering fingers against the hard throbbing shaft of his virginal penis. Somehow he hadn't been prepared for this, even though he had specifically planned to try to get her to do it to him. It was so unfamiliar and real, so unlike anything that even B. J. and Lyle had so proudly bragged about. This was It ... This was what these grown-up kids in California knew about so much earlier than his friends back home seemed to ... And it was happening to him, Rusty Thaddeus, in the apartment of the beautiful blonde librarian who was so much older than he was. The mere knowledge of it all was enough to make him cum in his pants even before she had pulled his pounding young penis from his fly opening.
Rusty didn't resist as Martha pressed him back into a reclining position against the cushions of the day-bed. He gasped excitedly as he felt her slip her hand gently into the front of his jeans to pull out the hard slender rod of his lustfully erected cock. He watched avidly as it jerked out into her welcoming palm right in front of his own gaping eyes. He looked down with unconcealed delight as she began a bold stroking of his stiffly distended penis, sliding the loose outer foreskin up and down in her eager grip, slipping her fingers inside his pants to tease at his sperm-loaded testicles with her nails. Holy shit! This beautiful experienced woman was actually rubbing his cock, and she was smiling and panting as if she loved it! This was more than he had ever dreamed of this afternoon when he had worked up the courage to visit the librarian at home....
Then suddenly the aroused fourteen year old stiffened as he felt himself beginning to lose control. He knew that in a minute he was going to shoot his wad, right there in her hand, the way he had done privately in his bedroom while he had been reading the suggestive sex book. But he felt it as too soon, he felt he had to hold out to impress the pleasure-giving librarian with his proud masculinity.
"Oh, Miss Price," he groaned uncomfortably. "I'm going to ... I can't take much more of this...."
Martha immediately stopped the teasing movement of her hand, and let it rest in a gentle squeeze around the boy's desperately straining cockhead as she smiled tenderly down into his eyes.
"I know, Rusty. You're ready to cum, and that's just what I want your beautiful little cock to do. I want it to cum in my hand, but I want you to make my pussy cum too...."
The boy looked confused, as he raised his eyes from his painfully throbbing penis to look at the older woman. He tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come to his dry lips.
"Do you know how to make a woman's pussy cum, Rusty? Do you remember reading it in the book?" Martha persisted. She scooted up the couch beside him until she was sitting with her ripely curving buttocks cushioned against his elbow, and reached down to part the opening of the flimsy red robe. Rusty could see the thin white silk of her panties shimmering underneath the robe as it fell away to expose the full white expanse of her lusciously curved thighs. He watched in fascination as she raised up off her buttocks slightly and tugged at the tiny bikini panties until they fell to the floor around her ankles. He gasped as her belly and the golden-haired mound of her cunt came into his view. He leaned down hungrily to get a better look up between her thighs at the visibly pulsing lips beneath the soft blonde pussy curls and his hand reached out instinctively to feel them.
"Yes ... That's right, Rusty. Put your hand up between my legs ... Play with my pussy so you can make it cum, while I make your beautiful little cock cum into my hand."
Martha smiled deliriously as she tightened her hand around the straining shaft of the teenager's hardness. She watched lecherously as the boy lowered his hand tremblingly into her forbidden split, and she impatiently seized his wrist to guide it up between her sensuously parted thighs. In spite of his inexperience, the adolescent eagerly sought the moistly throbbing outer lips of her quivering pussy, and the librarian gasped aloud at the sudden contact of his middle finger on the tingling flesh of the lust-moistened little slit. She gripped his wrist tightly and began to guide it in an up-and-down stroking motion along the length of her hair-lined cuntal opening.
"Mmmmmmnnn, yessss," she crooned, beginning to squirm her buttocks into the cushions of the day-bed. Simultaneously she resumed the pumping movement of her hand along the boy's excitedly twitching young cock.
She groaned when she felt Rusty's searching fingers instinctively part the yielding pink folds of her cuntal lips and begin to probe experimentally straight up into the tender sensitive flesh.
"Uuuunnnh!" the librarian grunted suddenly, jerking from the short stab of pleasurable pain from the fourteen year old's hotly teasing middle finger. A shiver wracked through her voluptuous torso as his thumb brushed against the hotly erected little nub of her clitoris. "Oh, that's right ... That's right, honey...."
Martha's unprompted little outbursts only served to heighten the unexpected burgeoning pleasure she was creating in Rusty's bursting cock. The teenager hadn't ever felt such excruciating sensations, even when he'd fist fucked himself while reading the newly exciting sex book. Nothing could compare with the feeling of having the woman's hand on his cock, the sheer newness of having a woman jack him off for the first time. His lust-bloated balls were about to explode, and his penis was already twitching spasmodically in her hand in anticipation of its lewd but unpreventable ejaculation.
He worked his fingers furiously in the hotly throbbing furrow of Miss Price's hungrily nibbling pussy lips, and the feel of her warm wet secretions around his finger seemed to transfer magically to the tingling flesh of his jerking cock. He tried to imagine that he was actually fucking it to her, ramming into her belly with his painfully hardened penis, so he could shoot out his adolescent cum into her hotly welcoming little cunt hole. But the intense pleasure of her tightly stroking hand was too much, and all he could think about now was the impending release of his heavily churning sperm.
"Aaaaccchkk!" he cried out involuntarily, and he felt the seething semen boil over within his balls. "I ... I ... I ... can't hold it!"
"That's okay ... Let it cum," the blonde purred soothingly. "Just keep finger-fucking me. My pussy wants to cum when you do...."
But an instant later she looked down through lustfully narrowed eyes as the first hot white droplets of Rusty's juvenile male cum began to spurt out through the thin, vertical little slit at the tip of his cock. It shot straight up and hung momentarily in the air like sparks from a spewing volcano, falling back to shower down wetly on her forearm as she continued the rapid workings of her hand on the hotly jerking shaft of his penis.
Then she groaned aloud as she looked down to her own naked belly, where below the opening of her thin nylon robe she could see his fingers fucking frenziedly in and out of the soft clinging opening of her blonde-fringed cunt where it nestled so invitingly between her wantonly scissoring thighs. She gritted her teeth, relishing the anticipatory spasms of her lust-aroused clitoral bud, straining for her own release as she felt the increasing tremors of excitement surge through her belly and loins.
"Oooohh, Yesss, baby, yesssss! Make Miss Price's hot little pussy cum like fire!" she chanted hotly at the promise of sexual release welling up in her hotly flaring cunt walls. Then gradually it began, a sudden fluttering, a little series of mild but gratifying pleasures ... And then there was the sudden unburdening of her bodily weight as if she were floating above the couch, her mind momentarily blanking out as the waves of ecstasy coursed through her belly sending quivers over her entire body.
But as suddenly as it had started it was finished. She sighed weakly as she slowed the movement of her cum-slickened hand on Rusty's cock after she felt it twitch one last time and then become still. She reached for his wrist between her legs and gently pushed it away. She turned her head to the side so she could look at the panting boy for a moment, and then she rose from the couch and stepped out of the discarded panties still around her ankles.
It had been good, she thought, but not as good as it should have been. She remembered the powerful soul-shattering climaxes she had reached with her fiance, and she realized that it would take more than adolescent finger-fucking to bring her off that way. For a moment she regarded the happily relaxing teenager, looking up in such sincere appreciation that she almost felt ashamed that she had not cum fully beneath his probing middle finger.
She smiled but said nothing as she stepped around the corner into the bathroom for a towel. Then, as she returned and gently wiped the sticky cum from Rusty's limply resting cock and her own forearm, she noticed the sharp twinkle gradually returning to his eyes ... Soon his whole face was radiant with the simple pleasure he had just experienced, and the magnificent pleasure he anticipated.
"Are you going to let me ... fuck you for real now?" he asked, so innocently that Martha almost had to laugh.
"Oh, Rusty, you little imp!" she exclaimed with mock anger, desiring to put him off. "No, we're not going to fuck now, that'll have to wait until later. You'll just have to learn to be patient with women. They can't give you everything at once...!" She broke off, her thoughts turning suddenly to Wes Nichols. She and Wes had experimented the way she was advising the young ninth grader to do. But she and Wes had been much older, and much more mature than this sweet young boy who sat before her. What business did she have trying to shape Rusty's sexual development, when she herself had not even been able to control her own lewd urges? And where was her resolve to be true to her fiance? What was this horrible, unforgivable demon she had unleashed inside herself, that would allow her to break her vows to Wes and at the same time corrupt this wide-eyed young boy from Ohio? Well, she had made him happy and was sure he would be more than content with what she had already given him....
CHAPTER FOUR
Martha Price did not look forward to the following week at school. She had had time to think about her behavior with young Rusty Thuddeus, and she didn't like the way things appeared to her. She was a grown woman, engaged to be married, and he was a fourteen year old boy, a mere child with his whole life ahead of him. She had no business continuing this lewd relationship that had started with the mature sex book Vic Burroughs had ordered for his class. And yet, on Monday, she had seen the boy walking across the campus, and even at that distance, she could fell the obscene desire radiating from her belly. It was so wrong, to perverted, and paradoxically so compelling.
Then on Monday night she had received a letter from Wes Nichols. As if she hadn't made things bad enough with her irresponsible little affair with Rusty, the letter from her future husband held even worse portent. It was a tender letter, loving and affectionate as always, but there was one paragraph-a very short, undetailed group of sentences-that sent her mind into reeling confusion....
"Darling Martha," the letter read, "I know you will understand, and I hope you will forgive me. Last night there was a graduate party here at the dormitory, and I got drunk. In the morning, I discovered myself in bed with one of the girls, a lab assistant. I swear that whatever happened has not changed my feelings about you, but I thought you had a right to know...."
If the young librarian had wanted to cry, or get angry, the feeling wouldn't come. She felt so guilty about her own impropriety with the teenager from Ohio, that she she couldn't muster up the sort of resentment that she would have expected to feel towards Wes. In a way it made her feel almost masochistically glad, as if that were her punishment for letting herself get involved with the Thaddeus boy. She told herself that she had always expected it to happen sometime anyway, being so far away from him for so long at a time. And even through the weird pain that the letter gave her, she somehow knew that what Wes had written was true, that his feelings toward her had not changed.
It was odd, too, that she still felt the powerful emotional attachment to Wes that she had always felt. She had been fearful all along that something would rob her of that closeness which had taken so long to develop. That was part of the reason she had been hesitant to make friends in California, in case her new friendships in any way in-fringed on her engagement to Wes. But it hadn't happened; she had been perfectly happy and secure in her librarian job, and she looked forward to vacations with Wes as fervently as she always had. It was only in the last week that the old fears had been revived with the coming of the boy from Ohio, who reminded her so much of the slow pace of life at home.
She hardly ate any dinner, her mind was so absorbed in deep thought. After dinner she sat back on her day-bed, with a drink and the Lawrence novel she had started over the weekend. The book would help her got her mind off the disturbing direction it seemed to be wandering. As always, the powerful book had its usual effect of guiding her into the world of tender fantasy and away from the torments of the day.
So, when the downstairs buzzer jangled into her concentration, Martha's mind was far away from the problem that had been occupying her all afternoon. She got up automatically to answer it without even wondering who it was. She didn't bother to ask; she just pushed the button to open the door downstairs. She set down the book and finished up the drink while she was waiting for her visitor.
Even when she heard the knock on the door she wasn't alarmed, and she was only mildly surprised to find young Rusty Thaddeus standing outside in the hallway when she opened the door.
She was careful not to invite him in.
"Why, hello, Rusty," she said noncommittally. "What brings you here at this time of night?"
The beautiful youth was smiling sweetly in anticipation of what he had planned to find. He looked up and down Martha's sensuously curved body that he had gotten his first glimpse of so recently over the weekend. She was wearing a thin loose blouse over a pair of snug-fitting white pants that outlined the firm line of her rounded buttocks and her bare feet were strangely suggestive of carefree forbidden privacy. Rusty felt almost as if he was her secret lover and she was his secret wife. He wanted to rush into her arms and gather her to him, in an adolescent gesture of masculine protectiveness. He was so engulfed by the image she presented in the doorway that he didn't notice the distance she was striving to maintain between them.
"Remember you said...." he started hesitantly, the spell broken by his teenage cracking voice. He suddenly became embarrassed, and looked down at his feet.
"Said what?" Martha asked coolly, not remembering the obscene promise she had made to him the other night.
"You said," Rusty leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper, "that you would ... do it with me later."
"Do it...? ... Oh, Rusty! My God, no!" Suddenly the remembrance tumbled over Martha's consciousness like a drenching storm. She heard vaguely the words she had uttered after she had let him fingerfuck her Saturday night when she had unconsciously promised to let him really fuck her later just to make him leave. She shook her head definitively and planted herself firmly in the doorway. Not again ... this time she was going to stop it before it began!
"B-but, you promised," the teenager pleaded, visibly saddened by the shocked expression on the young blonde's face.
Martha's features softened when she saw how she had unwittingly hurt the boy. She realized that she would have to handle this carefully, so as not to puncture his masculine ego that was so new and young that it was still very delicate. She had been the one to build it up so prematurely, and now it was her responsibility to see that it wasn't torn down thoughtlessly.
"Why don't you come in a minute?" she invited suddenly, feeling it would be easier to explain in the privacy of her own room.
Rusty stepped by her uneasily, his young shoulders slumping slightly under a burden he didn't yet comprehend. Martha watched the muscles of his slim hips and thighs as they moved under the corduroy of his pants, and involuntarily her mind began to turn to the events of the other night when she had tantalized those same muscles into exaggerated simulation of fucking with her lustful milking of his delicious young penis. She knew she could do it again if she wanted to-in fact, Rusty wanted her to do even greater and more satisfying things than just milking the cum from his testicles with her hand ... Oh, there were so many wonderful and fulfilling sexual acts that she could yet show him! Saturday had only been a meager beginning!
Oh, Stop! she told herself sternly. You've got to control yourself! she commanded her wandering imagination. She hadn't invited the lovely teenager in to use him further; she had invited him in to explain why she couldn't allow herself to go any further with him!
"Rusty," she began carefully, licking her lips nervously as she searched for the words to express what she knew she had to say, "What happened last Saturday was beautiful-really it was-but it wasn't right. You and I can't let ourselves go on with this. We're too different in age, too different in experience...."
"B-but, Miss Price," Rusty interrupted. "That's what I came here for-to get the experience. You can show me how to make you happy, like all ... like all the guys in California do!"
Martha shot a suspicious glance in his direction to see if he meant what he had said-that all the guys in California made her happy. Fortunately, the innocent sincere expression on his face told her otherwise. He had just made a bad choice of words, but the blonde librarian shuddered at the idea that she might be considered a ... a slut, and it increased her resolve to end this ludicrous affair with the young boy tonight.
She relaxed her gaze when she saw the deep concentration in Rusty's dark brown eyes as he regarded her passively, waiting to hear what she was going to say. He wanted desperately to convince her that it was all right, that he didn't care how old she was or how young he was ... he wanted to tell her he loved her, and he wanted more than anything to learn to show her how much he loved her by fucking her good. Since he had been with her Saturday night, Rusty's whole life had seemed to open up before him, and he had been able to face his California counterparts with new confidence. Even the exploits of B.J. Stokes and Lyle Benson seemed to hold less weight and credibility for him than they had before, and he was determined to match and even surpass them with this beautiful blonde woman who let him visit her at home.
Martha could read what he was thinking all over his face, and she hoped he couldn't tell that she was thinking the same thing. Her eyes fell uncontrollably to rest on the gentle outlines of his sleeping cock buried underneath the maroon material of his pants. She rubbed her hands together unconsciously as they remembered the delicious sensation his slim young cock had given her massaging fingertips. Almost before she knew it, her cheeks began to suck in on her tongue, pretending that it was his tongue ... or better yet, his throbbing young hardness sliding in and out between her lips. Then, suddenly, without her conscious volition, her eyelids dropped sensuously and her pupils dilated in desire as she regarded the handsome youth beside her on the couch.
Slowly she swayed her body toward his, whispering huskily, "So you want to learn to make me happy ... shall I show you how? Shall I show you something new and better than before?"
But when her lewdly crooning words echoed in her astonished ears, the blonde librarian sat bolt upright. What on earth had her treacherous lips just uttered? Was that sexy suggestive voice really hers, when she was trying so desperately to free herself from this mistaken entanglement? She looked up at Rusty for confirmation of what her disbelieving ears had told her.
The teenager was leaning forward in anticipation, his features transformed into an expression of eager expectation. "Yes ... please do ... please, Miss Price," he was panting between his rising breaths.
Martha shook her head in surprise. She knew she had to stop this terrible error right now ... but even though her brain was clearly convinced of what she must do, her traitorous body was already flickering with the flames of lewd desire as she thrust her breasts out proudly to meet Rusty's unwavering gaze.
"I want ... to see you naked. Your pussy and tits and everything." he said boldly, totally unaware that the blonde woman was still struggling with her conscience for the power to send him away. With trembling hands he reached for the hem-line of her filmy blouse, preparing to lift it off over her head. His fingers rested against her pelvis, exploring with eager pressure the firm curves of her hips under the close-fitting slacks she wore.
"Rusty, it isn't right," the older woman warned, but she made no move to take his hands from her blouse. She watched his fingers shake as he slowly eased the sheer material up over her sensuous hips and narrow waistline, the excitement making him awkward so he inadvertently hit against the smooth white skin of her side with his trembling warm fingers. Martha leaned forward so he could pull the blouse from her back, and she held her slender arms up over her head to help the aroused boy slip the thin fabric off her extended wrists.
Then without a moment's hesitation, the teenager reached around behind her back and dug into her skin as he got a hold on the hook of her brassiere, his breath rasping heavily past her ear as he struggled with the stubborn fastener. Martha was so excited in her impatience that eventually she reached back and unhooked the undergarment herself, letting Rusty tear it away from her creamy white shoulders and down off her firmly quivering nipple-peaked breasts. The youth sat amazed for a moment, staring in awe at the huge protruding mounds of flesh that he had only been able to imagine up until now. They were so much warmer and softer-looking than the drawings in the book had been, and he trembled in anticipation as he thought that he would actually get to touch them....
The young librarian's face radiated an almost fierce pride despite her earlier resolution to put an end to this lecherous affair. She slid her hands up over her smoothly contoured rib cage to cup the full rounded melon-like mounds of her gleaming breasts. Then she leaned tantalizingly toward him until her nipples were right before his incredulous face and squeezed them provocatively toward his eyes.
"Do you like them, darling? Would you like to feel Miss Price's big beautiful titties?"
A squeal of childish delight whistled through his lips as she heard the word that had prompted snickers from his friends back in Ohio. And then he abruptly leaned forward and fastened his mouth greedily over the rigid tip of her thrusting left breast. Martha moaned and swayed as she felt his boyish lips begin to suck and nibble at the wildly sensitive flesh. His hands trailed excitedly over her upper torso, discovering the firm flat area of her stomach, the gentle indentation of her tiny waist, the smooth quivering of her flexible backbone, and the magical silken white flesh of her heavy smothering breasts. He kissed and licked fervently at the turgid rosebud nipples while he pressed his face devouringly into the soft yielding flesh of the delicious white mounds. Martha basked in ecstasy of the teasing contact for a moment, completely oblivious to the warning signals of her conscience.
But then as she watched Rusty's shining brown head bobbing up and down against her chest, she suddenly realized that she was treading on dangerous ground. She had allowed herself to give in to the urgency of her carnal demands again, and there was no stopping the fiery trembling ache in her already moistening loins. She sighed heavily as she lay back into the cushions, knowing that what she was doing was dangerously wrong ... but also too innocently delicious to prevent.
Rusty paused to catch his raggedly gasping breath and looked up into her face. His cheeks were flushed with excitement, and he slid his hands down to her thighs in a questioning gesture. Experimentally he tugged at the front zipper of her creamy-white pants, waiting for her to encourage him to go ahead.
With a sigh of final surrender, the blonde woman nodded affirmatively and Rusty eagerly applied himself to the lower portion of her voluptuous young body. He scratched frantically at the zipper, and finally was able to loosen it so he could peel the close-fitting skin of her slacks away from her sensuously rounded buttocks and down over her full quivering thighs. He tugged them awkwardly off her legs with his clumsily kicking feet, his eyes trained unwaveringly on the shiny silken film of her tiny bikini panties. He had almost done it! He had almost undressed this beautiful older woman with his very own hands!
Martha watched excitedly, a salacious smile curling around the corners of her lips. She bent over so her pink-tipped breasts swayed provocatively downward toward his head to taunt him, as she watched him hook his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, just below the tiny indentation of her navel. Finally Rusty's trembling fingers got a grip on the thin string of elastic and he pulled it down slowly to reveal the naked blonde triangle of her softly curling pussy fur.
Although he had seen it briefly the other night, and even touched it with his inexperienced hand, the view of the older woman's suggestively twitching pussy was every bit as exciting as it had been before. He gaped unashamedly at the gently rising mound of her vaginal vee, and he could just barely discern the pouting lips of her hair-fringed cunt nestled snugly in that forbidden split between her legs. He didn't know what to expect after the cool reception the librarian had originally given him, and he hesitated to reach down and touch her there for fear of making her change her mind. As his eyes feasted hungrily on the lewd sight, Martha regarded him through half-closed eyes. She wanted to touch him, to bury his head in her hotly palpitating loins, but at the same time she reveled under his openly obscene gaze. Finally she could stand it no longer and she grasped his hands and guided them toward her heaving breasts.
"Don't be shy, darling," she cooed, arranging his palms over her rigid little nipples. "Lick my titties some more ... that's one way to make a woman happy."
Rusty followed her directions eagerly, rewarded almost instantly with a tiny cry of delight that rose in the woman's throat as his hands seized both of the full mounds of her throbbing breasts and pushed them together like two straining honey melons until the pink-hued nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Feeling more confident every minute, the virginal fourteen year old rolled the pointed tips around and around on his swabbing tongue as her hot breath panted excitedly down the back of his neck.
Sparks of crazy lust shot through the blonde librarian's naked loins and into her lower belly as the boy's hands slipped down from her bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the full white swells of her buttocks. As his hands moved, he kissed and licked all over her heaving breasts as his fingers searched lower and lower to touch tentatively the soft blonde wisps of her pubic hair. Then, drawing experience from Saturday night, he slid his fingers up into the forbidden valley between her thighs, lightly stroking at the swollen outer lips of her pussy and feeling her clitoris stiffen. Martha quaked weakly against his shoulder, the contact sending delicious shafts of pleasure piercing up through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
"C-can we do it?" Rusty groaned hoarsely. "Can I fuck your hot little pussy like you promised?"
The innocent boy's pleading question startled the engaged woman's conscience. Fuck my pussy! her mind repeated. Letting this fresh young boy fuck me? ... I can't do it! I just can't ... and yet ... and yet, oh God, I can't help it! Her body demanded uncompromisingly the attention of the budding young male who so eagerly was sucking and licking and stroking every inch of her hotly tingling flesh. She told herself it was purely sexual, temporary fascination that tormented her body so, but deep down the fear and guilt was already beginning to grow out of proportion to taunt her.
No matter how she argued with her conscience, the basic knowledge was still there ... she was being unfaithful, and she was seducing a minor. It all seemed so impossible, so un-likely, so unfair, that it looked as though there was going to be no solution. But then in a flash the answer dawned on her ... another temporary stall ... another deliciously tempting lecherous postponement of the forbidden act the boy was begging for.
"Rusty, listen," she panted excitedly. "Get naked, now ... I'm going to show you another way to make a woman happy...."
She loosened herself from his lewd embrace, and helped him unbutton his shirt. Almost frantically she tore it away from his developing chest and began kissing and flicking her tongue over the hairless expanse of firm tanned skin. Then, her lips still glued to his rippling chest, she pushed him down to lie prone on the couch, dropping to her knees beside him and trailing her tongue lower down his body to tease the little hole of his navel.
Yes. she thought deliriously to herself, this is ecstasy ... Pure, unadulterated ecstasy! And if she deserved to be punished for this obscene involvement, she was going to punish herself at the same time she performed the unnatural act she had in mind. She would humiliate herself by sucking Rusty's cock in a depraved hope of at least partially expiating her guilt. With that in mind, she tore at his trousers and unhitched his leather belt. Quickly she tugged them down over his slim hips and buttocks until he took over and kicked them off his ankles. Then she paused for a moment, feasting her eyes on the upthrust and stiffened cock that speared outward from the thin sprinkling of his dark pubic hair and the crinkled sac of his virile young balls that lay so softly between his legs.
God, she felt so evil, so vile, to be playing with this vulnerable teenager like some kind of carnivore who fed on innocent flesh. And yet he was so handsome, so sincerely bold and appreciative, that she almost felt as if it was right, as if she was meant to introduce him to the pleasures of sex in the same way she had been initiated by her fiance. He had to learn sometime, she reasoned, and it was better that he learned from a mature woman who wouldn't mislead him with exaggerated expectations and untruthful stories. In a twisted perverted way, the blonde librarian almost convinced herself that this was her duty, the right and proper thing to do.
With a low gasp she leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of Rusty's hardened cock, extending her tongue out so it darted into the tiny slit of the bluish glans opening to flick up a tangy tasting little drop of pre-ejaculate that had already seeped out.
"Oh, sh-shit!" the teenager swore through gritted teeth. This was turning out better than he had imagined.
Martha gripped his pulsing penis between her thumb and forefinger at its base to pull down on the foreskin, grazing hungrily at the completely exposed, blood-filled tip and the tiny opening staring back at her like a single all-seeing eye. Then with a soft moan of surrender to her irresistible urges, she dropped her head lower and let her lips envelop the rubbery nub-ended head.
Rusty gasped out a low cry, his cute young face turning a deep pink as he raised his head to watch the voluptuous naked woman whose sweet curving lips were holding his erect cock so warmly between them. He could feel her tongue swirling wildly around his tingling cock head and sending unbelievable charges of shock rippling through his loins. He couldn't understand why or how this was happening to him, but he never wanted it to stop. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he knew it wasn't a dream. This beautiful blonde woman was actually naked and kneeling on the floor beside the couch in her own living room, and her big cushiony breasts were bouncing and swaying against his legs as she nibbled on the end of his aching cock.
And as his excitement almost overcame him, Rusty lunged his buttocks up from the couch in a gesture of instinctive aggression that drove the pulsing rod of his penis all the way to the hilt in the blonde's lewdly stretched mouth.
The obscenely sucking librarian could feel the youngster's fingers crawling eagerly over her flesh as her head rose up and down over the surging shaft that invaded her lips. Though Rusty's sudden seizing of the offensive had almost gagged her, she took a masochistic delight in his merciless use of her mouth and she wriggled her buttocks in lewd encouragement as his hand drifted over her upthrust ass-cheeks. Then he thrust his hips up again, impaling her mouth even deeper with his pummeling cock-shaft until she could feel it tickling at her palpitating tonsils. She breathed roughly on the outstroke as he pulled back for another powerful lunge into her eagerly sucking cheeks.
The shameless blonde moaned in wanton desperation as she felt his hands tense in her long silky hair and the jerking of his buttocks suddenly increased sharply in velocity and force. His pelvis was surging upward in a rapid staccato rhythm to ram his expanded cock deeper and deeper into the slavishly pumping mouth. She could feel it pulsing against the sides of her cheeks and she realized that the end was fast approaching.
My God, he's going to cum in my mouth, her brain exclaimed silently. This sweet aroused young teenager was going to shoot his adolescent sperm right down her hungry throat! The anticipation of the fresh young cum spewing into the welcoming cavern of her mouth made her whole body tremble in obscene masochistic bliss. She reached down with her own hand to thrust her finger between her thighs, stroking the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris. Despite her shame and indignation at the thought that she was submitting to her own obscene perversions, she began to work even harder to please the excited teenager around the lust-bloated glans at the end of his cock, locking her lips around the thick hot shaft like a tighly stretched rubber band, scraping softly with her teeth to elicit little gasps and cries from his throat. She reveled in Rusty's uncontrollable enjoyment of the lewd act, and she couldn't wait to taste his eagerly squirting young cum.
The swirls of heat that had been building up in Rusty's loins suddenly felt as if they would burn right through his skin. The muscles of his stomach tightened as he arched himself up from the couch, ramming farther and farther into her throat as he pulled her head down even tighter into this crotch with both hands. And then ii suddenly began. His cock gave a series of violent jerks and the dam burst in obscene torrent as the wetly searing droplets of cum came squirting forth in a volcanic fountain of release.
Martha groaned as she sucked up the heavily spewing sperm, her finger continuing to fingerfuck herself in rapid frenzy up between her thighs. She gurgled as the slick male semen shot down her throat, her tongue swirling more and more swiftly around the throbbing head of his young fourteen year old cock. In her masochistic delight, she was determined to suck him dry, milk his youthful essence in obscene completion of her own richly deserved humiliation and disgrace.
And as she threw herself wholeheartedly into her task, the boy's husky groans of pleasure drove her to greater efforts. Spurt after spurt of life-giving sperm surged through his tender penis and down her throat, the excess dribbling from the corners of her mouth in spite of all her efforts to prevent wasting it. It seemed like an eternity before the hands that held her head fell away and a virilely throbbing cock gave a final squirt of its hotly scalding fluids and stopped. Moments later, it slipped listlessly out from the slipperiness of her mouth and Martha raised her head to gaze lustfully at the boy she just had given so much slavish pleasure by milking his tender young testicles completely dry.
Her finger still fucked rapidly up into her own unfulfilled cunt walls and she was almost unconscious that the teenager was watching her frustrated masturbation.
But Rusty looked down sympathetically, he eyes gratedfully sorry. "Miss Price ... can I ... can I fuck you now?"
At first his kind and innocently suggestive request made no sense to her, but suddenly Martha understood. She quickly withdrew her hand from her hungrily pulsing pussy mouth and regarded him speculatively. Desperately she wanted to agree, to say yes to this eager student and let him ease the aching between her legs. But she gathered up all her willpower and courageously shook her head. She had to have time to think ... this would be the biggest step she had ever taken in her whole life ... to let a mere fourteen year old boy fuck her silly!
CHAPTER FIVE
At school Martha Price approached Vic Burroughs in the teachers' lounge. There was something very important she had to discuss with him, no matter how disagreeable or offensive he became. She just couldn't stand another day of his leering young students slinking around the library, snickering and marking up the books he had ordered for them. What was worse, they had begun drawing in the other volumes, too, copying childishly the lewd diagrams they had seen in the sex books they checked out for his class.
It was bad enough that both B.J. Stokes and Lyle Benson were enrolled in sex education and had been ignoring their library duties while they sat in the boys' room with Vic's lurid paperbacks. Now even Rusty Thaddeus, who wasn't even taking the course, had developed an unnatural interest in the sexy literature, and Martha was secretly afraid that he was going to come to her again with an even more lascivious request, and she feared that she wouldn't be able to force herself to deny him.
She just had to get those awful books off the library shelves. Even behind the counter where she tried to keep them hidden, they were creating such a stir that the honest hard-working students couldn't use the library to study legitimate books. It was way out of hand, and the young librarian justifiably felt that Vic was at least partially responsible.
"Vic?" she said in a low voice behind him where he sat reading a newspaper.
"Wh-yes, Martha," he answered absently, not putting down the paper.
"There's something I have to ask you." She sat down beside him and put her fingers on the newspaper to pull it away from his eyes.
At first her bold intrusion annoyed the male teacher, and he set his face in a scowl. But as he looked into her cold blue eyes he sensed that she meant business, and business, he knew, could be turned into pleasure if you played your cards right. He had always admired the young woman's astoundingly voluptuous figure, and more than once he had approached her for a date. Her haughty refusal had always been something of a blow to his ego, and this was a large part of the cause for his animosity toward her. He had won the first round, however, by forcing her to stock his books in the strictly-run library she operated, and he looked forward to round two in his imaginary struggle to win her submission. His eyes glinted suggestively as he waited to see what the beautiful woman had to ask.
"It's about your books," she began, realizing that his attention was not fully concentrated on the problem she had to discuss. But there was nothing she could do except continue, and hope he would consider her seriously. "I can't have them in the library any more. They're too disruptive, and I think you should keep them in your classroom, where only your own students will have access to them."
"Aaaaahhh, you're trying to play the censor again, hunh?" the burly man chuckled leeringly. "Can't stand the idea of the kids knowing more about sex than you do...."
"That's not true!" she snapped, but she could feel her cheeks growing red. This wicked horrible teacher was always twisting her words to mean the opposite of what she said, and the annoying practice frustrated her immeasurably. But she couldn't give in so easily. It wasn't just the library that was at stake here; it was also her uncontrollable involvement with the freshman from Ohio.
"If you want your students to read those filthy sex manuals, that's your prerogative. But you have no right to try to force me to keep them in the library-that's my prerogative."
"I thought we went through all this at the teacher's meeting," the man rejoined laconically. "The kids have a right to know, and you have a duty to provide them with all the materials." Vic smiled suddenly at the unintentional double-meaning of his sentence. He wondered briefly if she was providing them with all the materials-a warm juicy cunt, for example, or a pair of marvelously fleshy firm tits.
Martha couldn't understand what made her so suddenly embarrassed, but she was sure by the expression on the lecherous man's face that he had made some unknown private point. It was only her own dogged determination that allowed her to continue in the face of such undisguised perversion.
"I only signed the book order, Vic. That doesn't mean I have to keep the books in the library. Some of the students are too young, or too inexperienced, for that kind of literature, and it isn't right to let them read it when they couldn't possibly understand. It may actually be more harmful than helpful, if they pick these books up without proper guidance." She sat up primly, feeling satisfied that she had expressed herself well for the first time in a conversation with the disagreeable man.
"So you're worried about the precious young kid from Ohio, is that it?" the teacher asked crudely. "Oh, don't be alarmed, Miss Price. Everyone knows how attached you are to the little home-town boy. But don't try to fool yourself, either ... Most of the kids at this school have done more sexual experimenting than you'll ever do!"
Martha opened her mouth in shocked horror. She wanted to ... to spit on this vile older man, but even more, she wanted to whip herself for letting her attentions to Rusty Thaddeus be so obvious. No one had seen him come to her apartment, that was certain, but she must have let something slip at school, a look in her eyes, perhaps, or a gesture with her hand. Instantly, the pressing problem of the sex books in the library fell to second place behind the burdensome personal problem of her unintentional affair with the new student. She couldn't find the words to reply to Vic Burroughs, no matter how much she felt the need to vindicate herself immediately. In stark humiliation she lowered her eyes, waiting for the teacher to add insult to the unimaginable injury he had just inflicted.
Vic gloated proudly with the simple success he had just won. Women were all such pushovers, he mused. No wonder the Price woman was afraid to keep the books in her library: she was probably afraid they would give the kids ideas that she wouldn't know how to deal with. Just her provocatively sensuous body was enough to plant the seeds of lust in the minds of most young teenagers. He laughed inwardly at a vision of the blonde librarian being chased around the rows of bookcases in the library by a group of horny young men, waving open sex-books in their hands. He turned confidently back to his newspaper, secure in the knowledge that the defeated young blonde had nothing more to say.
Abruptly, Martha stood up and walked out of the room. She headed back to the library, her one sanctuary in this dangerously progressive institution they called a high school.
Fortunately, no students were in the building when she returned, so without hesitation, she locked the outer doors and hung up the sign that said, "Library Closed". Then she went back into the magazine room and sank into the sagging cushions of the second-hand couch, wiping her hand across her nervously perspiring forehead. She felt as if the whole world was against her, tempting her cruelly with forbidden pleasure and then taunting her wickedly when she succumbed.
She took a pen out of her purse and tried to compose a letter to Wes. She would tell him all about what was happening-yes, everything-and he would be able to advise her with his objective insight. She felt a measure of comfort roll over her, as she mentally imagined what she was going to write.
She hadn't gotten very far when she heard someone rattling the outside doors of the library. Wearily she got up to send them away. These kids apparently didn't know that "closed" meant they couldn't come in, and she had often considered putting an iron bar across the door to help get the message across. The reason she didn't was that she still had the idealistic desire to instill the love of books into all these high school students, in the hopes that they might someday benefit from it as she had.
She looked through the double glass doors to see who was demanding to be let in this afternoon, and she was shocked, but only ironically surprised, to see Rusty Thaddeus among the group of boys outside. The blonde librarian shook her head and pointed to the sign without making any move to unlock the door.
But the boys wouldn't go away. They knocked and stomped loudly, mouthing words that she couldn't hear. Finally she went to the door and stuck her head outside to see what was so important.
"We have to return these books," one of the boys said breathlessly. "They're due today." He pointed to the volumes that he and his companions were holding, showing her the due date stamped inside the front jacket.
"Okay, one of you bring all the books inside and I'll check them in ... Rusty, why don't you get all these books and take them over to the counter?" She might as well let her unsuspecting young lover in, because she had to talk to him anyway, after finding out what Vic Burroughs knew about them. The other boys quickly stacked their library books on the new boy's outstretched arms and hurriedly left. Rusty came in confidently, not even guessing that the librarian had bad news for him.
"Leave the books there, Rusty," she directed when she had locked them inside. "Come in back and sit down. I want you to listen to me carefully."
The handsome youth followed her trustfully, expecting only perhaps another sex lesson, if anything. The Perfect Lover was due today, and altogether, he had read the whole book twice, and some chapters as many as three times. Already he'd begun to make friends with the boys in his new school, though he hadn't yet told them anything about Miss Price. He felt a kind of loyalty toward her, born of the adolescent crush he still had on her to a certain extent.
"Rusty," Martha began seriously, her troubled eyes sparkling deeply in her pretty worried face, "this little affair of ours has been getting around...."
"I didn't tell anybody, honest, Miss Price!" the boy blurted, thinking she was going to scold him.
"I didn't think you had," she assured him, although she was surprised that the menacing possibility hadn't occurred to her before. "All I wanted to tell you was that it will have to stop ... No more coming to my apartment!" The innocent young teenager was frightened by her sternness. He immediately thought that she didn't believe him, that she was accusing him of carelessly bragging about their exploits to his new-found friends. In his childish confusion he could think of only one thing, that he had to convince the beautiful blonde librarian to trust him, to realize that he would never betray her to anyone.
Clumsily he lurched toward her, grasping her body and clenching it to his heaving chest. He tried to stroke her hair and pat her shoulder comfortingly, but the gestures came out all wrong, like an animalistic pawing instead of the tender caress he'd intended. Unwanted tears welled in his uncomprehending eyes, and he hugged her to him ferociously so she wouldn't see how hurt he was.
The blonde woman was beyond struggling and made no attempt to extricate herself from his embracing grasp. Instead she hung limply in his cradling arms, not even trying to return the kisses he was fervently planting on her cheeks and neck and mouth. It wasn't until she felt his groping hand behind her neck at the top of her dress zipper that Martha put up any resistance.
"Look, Rusty," she said evenly, "I mean it. I'll have no more of this." As she drew back from his developing masculine body, she saw the tears glistening on his cheeks.
Her mood softened instantly. All at once the realization flooded over her that she was speaking to him with the anger she felt toward Vic Burroughs. Rusty wasn't the one responsible for her desperate feelings of frustration, the evil teacher was. If anyone was at fault in her involvement with the youth it was she herself, not the innocent young boy. Tenderly she drew his sob-shaken young form to her warm cushioning breasts and held his head tightly in her hands.
"Shh ... Rusty, it's all right ... I didn't mean the things I said," she whispered in his ear. The horrible truth about it was that she really hadn't meant that she wanted their relationship to stop. Ever since that first morning, when she had kissed him so delightedly in this very room, she had been unable to chase his image from her mind. And she had actually looked forward to the day when he would show up unexpectedly at her place the way he had been doing and she would let herself go-and make love to him the way he had been asking her to all along.
Suddenly the exciting prospect seemed to plant itself in her mind, and nothing she tried to do would get rid of it. Her comforting squeezing of Rusty's boyish head nestled between her breasts transformed imperceptibly into a lustful embrace. She began to caress his muscular back and firm buttocks, stopping momentarily to raise his gentle face to hers so she could tease him with a long, endearing soul-kiss, swirling her tongue around inside his warmly salivating mouth. Then she lifted his hand to her back so he could grasp her zipper, and she urged him gently to pull it down.
With her dress opened lewdly at the back, she dropped down onto the couch, letting the material fall forward enticingly as she waited for him to pull it off.
"Come here, my little lover," Martha purred softly as the teenager fell toward her, his fingers frantically tugging at his pants. He lay across her breast while he ripped his pants off, panting excitedly when he saw his hardened cock loom up in pulsating erection as soon as it escaped the tight confines of his trousers.
Then he applied his trembling fingers to the woman's seductively hanging dress, yanking it forward off her arms and throwing it carelessly on the floor. He unbuttoned his own shirt while Martha unhooked her brassiere, allowing her voluptuous breasts to burst suddenly into freedom, their contact with the air causing her ripe pink nipples to swell almost instantly into tingling rigidity. Then she wriggled teasingly out of her panties as Rusty slipped his t-shirt over his head, and suddenly they smiled, for they were both completely naked for the first time.
The aroused librarian began to explore the teenager's tense young body with her hands, feeling the sleekly developing muscles draw hard and tight as she caressed the secret hollows and crevices of his form. Her soft lips that had nurtured and sucked his cock now clasped hungrily over his young mouth and her searching tongue darted lizard-like between his teeth. She lifted her satiny white thighs over his slender hip, pressing her pubic mound tightly against him with a provocative undulating motion. She pulled him down on top of her until the length of his insistent boy-cock was prodding up against the soft-haired mound of her pussy.
Martha sighed deeply, squirming even tighter against the hotly breathing young boy until the gleaming blood-swollen head of his cock was twitching right up against the passion-drenched lips of her pussy. Delirious with lust, she kissed him again, her tongue snaking into his sweet-tasting young mouth as her hand caressed his back and naked buttocks to draw him even closer to her.
She gasped breathlessly as her hungry pelvis began to swivel against his in a prematurely abandoned motion simulating fucking. She wriggled under him as his lust-bloated cock lurched uncontrollably into even greater pressure on the flushed entrance to her vagina. "Shall we do it, Rusty? Shall we make love today?"
Rusty blinked, too excited to comprehend what she was saying. She had gone through too many changes this afternoon, as she had on every occasion when he had been with her before. He had learned to expect nothing, so he was always deliriously surprised and overwhelmingly pleased with the miracles of ecstasy she worked on him. "Oh, please ... Please fuck me, Miss Price," he pleaded, his voice coming in a low moan with the rising torment of his almost unquenchable need.
His twitching penis felt as though it was a stick of dynamite about to explode against the hair-fringed softness of her cunt-lips, and her obscene writhing motions only made it throb and ache all the more. It was jammed hard into the velvet warmth of her vaginal furrow, and he strained against her undulating body in an effort to slide it right into the moist channel where it belonged.
"Let's do it now!" he groaned. "Let's fuck now...."
"We will, darling, we will," Martha promised. "But you have to get me ready first." She slid up from under him and propped her head against the arm of the couch. She pulled his head up to look directly at her swollen tight-nippled breasts and pressed one full cream-white mound toward his raggedly panting mouth.
"Suck it, baby. I want to feel you take my breasts into your mouth."
Maddening sensations raced through the teenager's body as he strained with his widely salivating mouth to draw the firm quivering flesh between his lips. He sucked roughly and relentlessly, lustfully amazed by the massive size of her ripe young breasts as he sought in vain to enclose them in the warm cavern of his mouth. He gasped for breath, but still kept up the quickening pace of his sucking and licking and kissing.
"Oh, yessss," Martha chanted as the boy's lips closed sensually over the tingling pink nipple. "That's beautiful, darling ... just beautiful." She whimpered and moaned in unrestrained passion as his tongue swiped eagerly around it, circling the entire surface of the sensitive mass of erogenous flesh. Unintelligible whispers of encouragement issued from her sultry lips and she reached her hand down between their bodies to fondle Rusty's thrusting cock and squeeze his tight young balls.
The teenager was so excited he could have screamed. The blonde woman's rubbery nipples were jabbing into his mouth as he sucked first one and then the other. And now her hand had started pumping up and down on his cock until he thought he would cum right then in her hand, the way she had made him do on that first night. His whole body began quaking in his violent effort to hold out until he could at least stick it in her.
Martha basked in the joy of the boy's hungry sucking and licking until she was afraid she could stand it no longer. Abruptly she pulled her tingling breast away from his warm tight lips and slid back under him on the yielding cushions of the old sofa. She never let up her forcible stroking of the smooth taut flesh of his penis for an instant, though, and even as she wriggled beneath him she felt its urgent pulsing against her palm and the warm sticky fluids oozing from the lust-engorged tip. With her other arm she entwined him around the back, pulling him down until his smooth chest flattened down heavily against the fullness of her breasts.
She waited breathlessly for the youngster to spread apart her sculptured white thighs. She yielded joyfully, lifting her pelvis to meet the welcome weight of his hips as he slipped down between her legs and positioned himself above her now spreadeagled form.
"Okay, darling ... Now we're going to do it! You can fuck Miss Price's hot little pussy now!"
The lewd suggestive tone of the older woman's commands sounded like sugary tempting poetry to the boy's unaccustomed ears, and it sent jolts of insane stimulation raging through his groin. Voicelessly he held himself up on his hands, poised above her as she was spread out in willing surrender below his hungry eyes. His cock was surging less than an inch from the moistly glistening slit exposed beneath her splayed apart legs.
Martha watched him through lust-glazed eyes, feeling the virile hardness of his quivering young penis slipping down the full length of her excitedly dampened vaginal crevice. The lurching head of his rampant hardness rested almost straight up between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself slowly and teasingly up and down the desire-moistened slit as his hips thrust forward in an effort to fuck it up inside her.
Martha squirmed upward from below, trying to enclose her wetly palpitating vaginal lips around the boy's burgeoning cock. In desperation she finally reached between their bodies to grasp the full length of his slender rock-hard penis and guide its rubbery bloated head into the cleft of her loins, carefully positioning it between the hair-framed entrance to her lust-moistened pussy. She held it there with one hand while she placed the other on the boy's uncontrollably clenching buttocks and drew him down with all her strength to force his young penis inside her hungrily waiting cunt and quench once and for all the gnawing heat that centered there.
Her body twitched and trembled excitedly from the sudden increase in pressure against her tender pussy orifice. Then she sighed in ecstasy as she felt the hard round head pop securely between her sensitively trembling vaginal lips. She held her breath as she waited for complete impalement, and it seemed like an eternity before the boy inched experimentally forward, feeling the entirely new and undreamed of sensation of her softly enveloping vagina around his sensitively pulsing cock.
"Come on, baby," the blonde groaned gently. "Fuck it all the way up inside!"
All it took was her lewd words to send the boy into a hot wave of sheer masculinity and he thrust into her almost viciously, his narrow hips driving down on her frantically squirming loins as she gasped with tingling pleasure at the sensation of his youthfully filling cock head wedging ever deeper into her cunt.
Slowly the boy's straining cock-shaft wormed its way up into Martha's tightly clasping vaginal sheath, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her cunt so that she winced with unexpected pain and pleasure. He seemed to burrow into her forever, filling her to the hilt as she lay helplessly quivering in the raw and tantalizing promise of forthcoming ecstasy. She groaned hoarsely as she felt at last the rubbery head of his bloated penis lodge tightly against her cervix and Rusty's swollen balls gave a light bounce into the cheeks of her firmly quivering ass.
She writhed and moaned incoherently beneath him, twisting up on his cock like some kind of clenching milking machine. She seemed to the boy to have gone out of her mind, her beautiful mouth hanging loose and panting, her eyes wide and wild like an animal's, her thighs scissoring spontaneously in and out against his flanks. She was lost in the deluge of her unspent passion and she tightened her secret inner muscles warmly around his buried cock and continued whispering in a voice that sounded completely delirious.
"Look out, Rusty ... Watch your cock sliding into my pussy ... See how it pulls out so slowly, how I'm holding it with my pussy lips ... Does it excite you, darling? Do you like to see your lovely cock disappear inside of me?"
Her silky voice was luridly stimulating and almost unconsciously, Rusty bent his head down to look at what she was describing. He gasped at the unbelievable spectacle of the beautiful older woman lying flat out beneath his body, his adolescent cock immersed all the way to its base in the hair-fringed slit of her pussy. Right below his face he could see her ripe white breasts heaving with each breath she took, and suddenly he felt he couldn't stay still. Something about the way her cunt was clinging around the deeply buried shaft of his cock demanded friction, demanded the motion of fucking that he had read about so avidly.
Quickly, almost frantically, he fell down against her squirming breasts, his mind reeling with obscene unspoken exclamations. Yes! he said to himself, I'm going to fuck you ... I'm going to fuck your insides out. He heard the silent words echoing in his brain as he fumblingly found the librarian's mouth with his own and jabbed his tongue lewdly between her lips. He flicked his hips back and forth rapidly, thrusting with ever increasing force into her moist inner tightness. He couldn't restrain the ragged whinnies of excitement as he mouthed the obscenities he was thinking into the blonde's acquiescing lips. His hips bucked madly out of control, and his whole young body was panting and perspiring with excitement as he watched his desire-lengthened cock-shaft pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her clinging cuntal orifice.
Below him, Martha's deep blue eyes opened and closed in dazed passion and the young boy wondered dimly if he was hurting her by screwing so hard into the hot little hole of her cunt. The sounds she made sounded almost like moans of pain, but they were not that much different from the sounds she had made when he was finger-fucking her while she jacked him off.
Almost as if she had read his passing thoughts, Martha bared her lips back over her teeth and groaned lustfully, "Oh, yesssss ... Fuck it ... Fuck it hard! Yyyyeeeesssss...." She panted lecherously and thrust her pelvis up in a squirming motion to meet his driving strokes. Her loins and belly were a boiling inferno of erotic sensation and she felt as though she was sinking forever into a nether world of perverted pleasure. The deliciously frenzied movements of Rusty's innocent cock were pushing her closer every instant to an orgasm she felt sure would tear her apart. God, he was so charming and angelically light on her body, so appreciatively and helplessly entranced by her, and her eyelids fluttered with happiness as she twisted beneath him. Her sensitive vaginal tightness seemed to clench securely on his pummeling cock, building the intensity of her wild, endlessly mounting excitement.
Rusty could think of nothing but what the naked woman was doing to him, and he knew that any minute now he would shoot his cum into her. His balls were fit to blow apart with the tense pressure of his teenage sperm and he tightened his muscles against the pending eruption. He moved into a series of longer slower strokes that brought his pulsing rod of flesh almost all the way out of her vagina on the back-stroke and then sent it sliding back in again to the hilt. He could feel his cum-bloated balls slap against her puckering little anus as he slowed his rhythm even more, trying against hope to keep from ejaculating just a little longer....
But the voluptuous blonde thrashed even more rapidly as he tried to slow his movements down. Her writhing movements obsessed his, blotting out all his sense of what he was trying to achieve, and his self-control was lost in a whirlwind of animal lust that consumed him. The wet flat of his hips thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded through the tiny room, and he dropped his head toward her breasts to take one of her taut-pulsing nipples into his mouth to try to take his mind off the rumbling that was threatening to break through his aching balls.
Then suddenly, Martha gasped with alarm as she felt the boyish cock begin to flex and pulse deep up inside her cunt. The hard rubbery head seemed to flare out until she feared it would tear straight up into her belly. For a moment she didn't even know what was happening ... then it dawned on her that the youngster was about to cum. He was about to shoot his warm cream-like young semen into her voraciously accepting cunt, and just the anticipation of it made her shiver in lewd delight. Her hands flew back to grasp his driving buttocks and pull him forward as she thrust her legs apart to urge him deeper into her flowering vagina, ready and anxious to take everything he had.
She was going to cum soon, too, and at almost the same moment the blonde librarian felt her own long-awaited climax begin to surge through her body with the force of an earthquake. Wrapping her arms and legs hotly around his pumping body, she ground her buttocks from side to side on the couch, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his excitedly burrowing penis. The straining springs of the sagging couch squeaked lewdly in time to their frenzied rocking movement, and their guttural sounds and deep panting grunts reverberated off the close walls of the magazine storage room.
Suddenly Martha's whole body began to quiver out of control and the rosy hue of her face brightened and deepened, her head flailing from side to side sending her long blonde hair like flashes of lightning across the creaking couch. "Oh, my God, darling!" she fairly screamed in pleasure that pierced the obscene noises of the room. "My god, my pussy's cumming ... it's cummmmmmmmiiiinnngggg all around your beautiful little cock!"
Her frantic squeal rose to a breathless sigh of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began vibrating, releasing her female secretions in wild oozing streams from her rippling vagina, drowning the boy's skewering member in its sweet sticky warmth.
Startled by the older woman's sudden convulsive rapture, Rusty paused a moment, losing his careful rhythm as she gasped obscenely in her powerful orgasm. He felt his semen begin to boil in his momentarily stilled balls and abruptly his pelvis jerked out of control with the force of his thundering passion. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all the way into the hotly contracting depths of the older woman's wildly cumming pussy. The hot white fluid of his sperm erupted from his bloated testicles and shot madly through the rod of his thrusting cock, right into the end of Martha's widely stretched vagina. Jet after steaming jet of his fresh young cum spurted uncontrollably into the moistly bursting depths of her clasping cunt, mixing deliciously with the juices of the librarian's long-overdue release.
The boy had never known and never imagined the power of the wildly jerking orgasm that controlled his every nerve in its convulsive grip. His penis exploded violently of its own accord into the blonde's hungrily milking pussy, sending the most ecstatic shocks of electrical release through his body that he had ever felt. Even after the voluptuous seductive librarian had long since ceased her orgiastic twitching around his cock, Rusty felt his member strain against the closing walls of her vagina as he squeezed the last drop of cum into her passion-flooded little pussy-hole.
Then he collapsed on top of her, soaking her heaving breasts with his perspiration while his limply deflated cock began to slip harmlessly from her cum-drenched cunt. Rusty thought he would never get enough of the new adult pleasure, and even as he panted in exhaustion, his imagination was already formulating his next plan to fuck the beautiful older woman he felt as if he was in love with.
CHAPTER SIX
The whole week had gone miserably for Martha Price. If it hadn't been for that one bright moment of careless abandon with young Rusty Thaddeus, she might have decided to give in and fly back to Ohio. Of course she still felt unforgivably guilty about the whole affair with the adolescent, but she had derived a sort of fierce pleasure in flaunting the perversion Vic Burroughs so astutely suspected. If the evil-thinking teacher wanted to twist the meaning of her actions that was his business, but she didn't intend to allow him to influence her with his lewd insinuations.
Even through her stubborn pride, however, the young blonde librarian could not deny the deep shame she felt about her lack of self-control. She hadn't been able to look Rusty in the eye ever since that misguided afternoon earlier in the week. She had avoided Vic like the plague, even though he had deliberately approached her several times. The confidential manner of his greetings filled her with a nameless revulsion, as if all she wanted to do was escape from him. Finally, and most humiliating of all, Martha had written at length of her exploits to Wes Nichols, begging his forgiveness and seeking his advice. She felt only slightly comforted by the knowledge that he too had given in to his carnal demands, but at least she felt he would be able to understand the kind of pressure she had been feeling.
And now, she was just waiting ... waiting for a reply from Wes, waiting for an unknown menacing show-down that seemed to be lurking in the shadows. She wanted to postpone the impending crisis, or she wanted to cancel it altogether by some magnificent act of redemption. But she only felt that each passing day brought her closer to the dreaded punishment ... and she tried to avoid all the people even remotely connected with her self-induced demise.
On Friday, Martha Price had closed the library at exactly three o'clock and gone home. She toyed with the urge to call Wes long-distance, but discarded the idea when she realized that she would probably get a letter from him tomorrow. So she had half-heartedly decided to go out to eat, perhaps with a friend from the downtown library. She stepped out on the third floor landing just outside her apartment door, and gasped in shock at what she saw through the window.
Down on the street level, right by the door buzzers, stood two teenage boys and an unmistakable large set man. Vic Burroughs! her mind screamed in silent horror. What was he doing here? And who were those boys he was with? She inched closer to the window, looking out through the side of the curtain so she could not be seen below. A wave of apprehension shuddered through her bones as she recognized the kinky red hair of B. J. Stokes as he moved his head excitedly while he talked to the other two. The second youth must be Lyle Benson, the librarian reasoned, even though his stocky body was completely obscured by the looming figure of the mature teacher.
Martha's instant impulse was to run-get out of there as soon as possible, but her rational reaction was the realization that the sidewalk was public property and she couldn't get rid of those three even if she wanted to. It was best just to go ahead with what she had planned, and ignore them as best she could. After all, what could they possibly do to her outside on the still dusk-lit street between her apartment door and her car?
Boldly she made her way down the stairs and to the outside door of her apartment building. She tried to walk by the three leering males without looking at them, but the teacher stopped her by the arm.
"Going out, Miss Price?" he asked suggestively.
"Yes, I am," she replied coolly, "though I can't imagine what interest that could be of yours."
"Just this," the burly man said evenly, holding up a paperback book that he had extracted from his jacket pocket. Martha sucked in her breath when she recognized the green cover of The Perfect Lover.
"That's your department," she retorted, trying to keep the wavering out of her voice.
"Yes, and it seems to be your, too," Vic mused flipping nonchalantly through the pages. "B.J. and Lyle here say they've found some pretty interesting notations in the margins of this copy ... which was checked out to that new boy-what's his name?"
"Rusty, B.J. said promptly. "The kid from Ohio. Me and Lyle, we were putting books away this afternoon, and we just happened to see...." The boy's freckled face broke into a lewd grin as he winked knowingly to his companion.
The librarian's eyes widened fearfully as she felt her face go immediately red. She tried to read the childish scrawls on some of the pages as Vic flashed them quickly by her eyes. The markings were nearly indistinguishable in their rapid fluttering succession, and the blonde woman reached out instinctively to grab the book. The sexed teacher drew back hastily.
"Oh, no ... not so fast. These are my books, remember? You wanted me to take them out of your puritan little library. Now the boys here think maybe they'd like to have you explain some of the things they found in the book, and I thought ... since you're a single girl and this is a Friday night ... you would probably have time to help them. You seem to have had plenty of time for the new kid...." Vic taunted her mercilessly with the dangling book held just out of her reach.
Martha's eyes were flashing fiercely as she replied icily, "You're the sex teacher, Vic. I'm sure you can tell them everything they want to know. Now if you'll excuse me...."
To her surprise, the teacher stepped aside elaborately, waving her by with one hand. With the other, he threw the paperback carelessly toward the teenagers, saying, "That's it, boys ... You heard the lady. If she won't listen to reason, you'll have to think of something else to do with your discovery." With that, he turned in the opposite direction and walked away, never even looking back.
Now it was B.J.'s and Lyle's turn to stand dumbfounded in embarrassment. They had expected more cooperation from their aggressive sexed teacher, because they knew how much he disliked the young librarian. When they had sneaked the book out of the library and marked it up with all the lewd obscenities, they had felt sure that Mr. Burroughs would support them all the way in their childish effort to blackmail the beautiful blonde woman. What they hadn't counted on was the teacher's genuine indifference to the lecherous boys' intentions. Vic could figure out his own ways to get inside the librarian's panties if he really wanted to, and he'd only agreed to the boys' plan for the chance to see the look on Miss Price's face when she was confronted with the falsified evidence.
Once he had seen her guilty expression, the man knew all he wanted to know, and he didn't want to waste a whole Friday night on the frigid little bitch. He had better things to do, and the two precocious teenage sex fiends could just as well fend for themselves.
As soon as the teacher had safely disappeared around the corner, Martha turned to face the two students squarely.
"What did you two mean by this little trick?" she inquired sternly, concealing the anger that threatened to creep into her tone. She had always known that the two boys were never the serious library assistants they sometimes r pretended to be, but she had frankly thought that they were improving. Their not-so-subtle ruse to get her into trouble hurt her as much for their lack of sincerity as it hurt her for the implied accusations.
It was Lyle who finally spoke in an insecure embarrassed croak. "We thought ... you were ... well ... being nicer to Rusty than you were to us ... It wasn't fair, 'cause we've been your assistants longer."
Martha was taken by the jealousy the usually over-confident boy was displaying. She felt a tiny surge of pride to know that she did have some importance to the two boys, but she reserved a measure of suspicion in case this was just another bluff.
"Yeah," B.J. chimed more boldly. "We think you ought to give us a chance, too."
"A chance at what?" Martha immediately demanded.
Both boys suddenly broke up in sniggering laughter. B.J. pointed wordlessly to the defaced sex book, and Lyle tried to choke out an answer. "The ... in the book ... like the pictures." The confused young librarian didn't know what to think. Her feeling about the two budding young lechers had gone a complete circle in the last few minutes, from pure dislike to wondering sympathy to confused apprehension again. She had forgotten about her plan to meet her girlfriend, and now she only wanted to straighten out her confusion about her two aides. Whatever they were up to, she felt she had to find out right now!
"Bring that book upstairs," she heard her evenly-tempered voice saying. "I want to get a look at it."
She led the boys back into her studio apartment and sat down with them around the small breakfast table in the kitchen. She let them show her the phrases they had claimed to find in the margins of the pages, and in no time she satisfied herself that the handwriting was not that of her young friend from Ohio. For one thing, there were lots of spelling errors and Rusty was a bright little boy. For another thing, the quotations referred to her as "Martha" and the inexperienced Ohio boy always addressed her respectfully as "Miss Price". Even though the crudeness of the printed remarks made her wince, she had to sigh in relief that her little lover had not exposed her to anyone else.
When she had seen as much of the obscene graffiti as she needed to see, she pulled her chair back from the table and stood up. "Thank you boys, for showing me what you've done ... I hope this will help you to be more cautious in the future. Dishonesty will get you nowhere, no matter what some people may try to make you think." She had in mind specifically the lecherous sex education teacher, who obviously knew about their trickery and had gone along with it.
Both B.J. and Lyle were sufficiently subdued to rise willingly and move toward the front door. But suddenly, all three bodies froze, as the buzzer sounded unnaturally loudly throughout the quiet apartment.
Oh, God! Martha groaned inwardly, knowing instinctively that it was Rusty. It was just like last weekend, when he had disturbed her in her quiet reading, only tonight, he couldn't have picked a worse possible moment to show up and torment her with his eager young body.
She didn't make a move toward the button that unlocked the downstairs door, but the buzzer sounded again even more insistently than it had the first time. This time Lyle pushed the button as B.J. turned to the shocked young librarian and remarked casually, "I think your date is here."
It was only a matter of a few seconds, but to Martha Price it seemed like light years until Rusty bounded happily through the now familiar door to her comfortable living room. He smiled broadly as he made his entrance, but suddenly his expression wilted when he saw his two classmates staring at him in surprise.
No one spoke to break the thick silence that settled like a pall over the four stiffly confused bodies in the small one-room apartment. B.J. was probably the first to recover himself, and in his prematurely advanced imagination he reconstructed the whole history of the embarrassing situation. He and Lyle had been unwittingly correct in their imaginary presumptions about the new boy and the woman. The things they'd written in the book were inadvertently true-and suddenly he felt his cock twitch against his jeans zipper at the vast possibilities of the occasion.
He turned to Lyle and then to Rusty, winking lasciviously. He didn't look at the librarian as he spoke slowly to the two other teenagers. "I think," he said slowly, surreptitiously unzipping his pants, "I think we all need a little practice with group sex ... to help us understand the book."
Rusty gasped and Lyle smiled, immediately grasping the meaning of his suggestion. The stocky boy instantly followed the redhead's lead, and in a few short seconds both of them stood proudly naked, their awakening cocks growing longer and stiffer as Rusty and Martha looked on helplessly.
"B-but...." Rusty choked hoarsely, feeling like an awkward child among adults. "Y-you can't do that to her." His developing sense of masculine protectiveness had been stimulated, but in his shock it came out more like the whine of a stubborn little boy. He looked to his older mistress for assistance, but Martha was too petrified even to acknowledge his meager efforts.
"Sure we can, Rusty," Lyle said confidently. "She's probably a nymphomaniac anyway. C'mon, get your clothes off."
Rusty shook his head in confusion, but B.J. taunted him with provocative obscenities. "You're not a virgin, are ya, Rusty? You're not scared of a little pussy! Miss Price likes fucking ... you know that! You gonna try to hold back on her? ... Look, she's not chasing us out, is she? You think she'd just stand there waiting if she didn't want us to fuck her? Come on, man, don't act like a scared chicken."
"I-I guess you're right," the innocent boy from Ohio agreed reluctantly. In his short experience with the librarian he had always expected her to object, and say it wasn't right or something like that, before she finally gave in and let him touch her in the secret private ways that a man can touch a woman. Maybe the two boys were right about her ... maybe she was a nymphomaniac, and he'd just been too inexperienced to recognize it. The blonde woman still wasn't saying anything, so probably he had been mistaken about her all along.
After that it happened all too fast. As Martha stared, Rusty hurriedly undressed himself while B.J. and Lyle locked the door and pulled the day-bed out from the wall. They threw back the carefully arranged upholstery cover that served as a bedspread and exposed the clean, white sheets of Martha's fold-down double bed. They turned out the bright kitchen light and lit two flickering orange strobe lamps over the bookcase, filling the room with a sensuous pulsing light. Martha couldn't say anything, and she was so immobilized with horror that she was afraid she would faint if she moved. Finally, the boys finished their hurried preparations and all three stood staring back at her.
"Okay ... All we have to do is take her clothes off and then we can fuck her," B.J. directed, as if he was setting up a lewd scene in a pornographic movie.
Oh, God, it's really happening, the blonde woman thought. She watched in frozen shock at the teenagers as they stepped toward her, forming a little triangle around her in her private personal sanctuary. "Please, boys," she finally managed to whimper. "I really don't want to do this ... I'm...." But what could she tell them of her duty toward the man she loved? What could these three lust-driven adolescents understand of the sacred relationship between a woman and her fiance? And how could she plead with Rusty, with whom she had enjoyed the pleasures of an illicit mistaken affair?
Her desperate gaze met the Ohio boy's and for a moment of silence she begged him with her eyes. But Rusty punctured the tension with a husky whisper, "I think you do want it, Miss Price ... I can see it in your eyes."
For Martha, that observation was the last straw. What had she done to the innocent young boy who had come to her with his fervent questions? Where was the home-town kinship she had always felt in him regardless of their vast difference in age? It was almost as if she deserved the thoughtless treatment she was getting ... for ruining the sweet sincere mind of the boy she had allowed herself to make love with, so long before he was emotionally mature enough to accept it. It was cruelly fair that now she should be raped, in the unthinking way she had taken Rusty's fresh virginity to satisfy her own needs.
Then she shivered with an overwhelming sense of helplessness as the menacing trio moved closer to her. She pleaded with her eyes for mercy, but found no sign of acquittal in their leering stares. With lightning speed they were on her, pawing her with their hands, tearing at her clothing. She was completely demoralized as well as out-numbered, and there was nothing she could do in good conscience to resist. She stood almost passively as their boyish fingers moved demandingly over the softness of her half-naked flesh, until she was stripped finally to the nude, and she could do nothing but gaze hopelessly around, trying futilely to shield her full swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to digest the meaning of what was happening to her.
For the first time, she took the opportunity to observe the naked torsos of the three young bodies that were revealed to her. She gasped at Lyle Benson's rippling body, noting that his penis was almost two times the size of young Rusty's. Then, turning her eyes furtively toward B.J. she sucked in her breath in awe.
Even in its half-hard state, the tall youth's penis was unimaginably large, stretching downward for at least eight inches from its base in a thick bush of curling red hair. It was too massive for any woman to ever take into her vagina, and certainly none of the teenage girls in high school would be capable of enduring it. It was so huge that she suddenly feared the redhead would tear her apart, if he even tried to insinuate it into her own little pussy. Why, even on a grown man or in Playgirl pictures she had never seen anything like this boy's cock!
"Don't worry about him, Miss Price," Lyle said soothingly, sensing her trepidation, "one of us'll fuck you first and loosen it up before B.J. goes in."
"Oh, no ... Don't any of you do it...." the blonde whimpered as the naked boys grasped her around her shoulders and pushed her into the mattress of her own bed.
"You don't want us to fuck you?" Lyle asked tauntingly. "Well, maybe we should eat a little pussy to get warmed up ... How's that, guys?" he suggested, turning to his friends.
"That's okay," Rusty agreed hesitantly. "C-can I try it?"
"Sure, be my guest," B.J. offered magnanimously, genuinely admiring the new boy's adventurous spirit.
The blonde librarian was lost in a state of numbness as Lyle pressed her shoulders back into the pillows while the young boy she'd so recently initiated into the arts of loving climbed up between her already carelessly parted thighs. As she looked into his face she hardly recognized this wild little male animal as the innocent kid who had plied her with charmingly sincere questions. He really looked mad-not just angry, but hurt, too-injured by the fact that his secret older mistress was destroying his boyish image of her by offering no objection to the cruel lustful use the three boys were putting her to. She could tell he was out for vengeance, perhaps more than the boy realized himself, as he skimmed his fingers over the sensitive surfaces of her inner thighs.
Martha shuddered and clenched her eyes shut against the sensation of Rusty's hands fluttering lightly over her erogenous flesh. A slight uncontrollable tremor of excitement rippled through her body at his surprisingly gentle touch, and she was torn between passion and shame and utter mortification as she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in anticipation of the lewd lashing it was going to inflict on her helpless pussy.
Relishing her twitching discomfort, Rusty began a slow tortured outward movement with his hands drawing her rosy cuntal lips slowly apart until the moist, gently pulsing slit of her vagina was exposed to the excited gaze of the other two eagerly watching teenagers. Then with a low animal-like groan of lust, the small dark-haired youngster dropped his head and buried the full length of his searching tongue up into the slippery depths of Martha's widespread cunt.
The beautiful librarian's whole voluptuous body jerked suddenly and a gasp of enjoyment escaped her lips. Shocks of unwelcome pleasure began to purl through her belly and she lifted her head up from the bed to stare down in undisguised dismay at the sight of the young boy's head wedged between her open thighs.
God, she asked herself, why am I letting this happen? It seemed as if she was watching this lewd scene from the outside, incapable of interfering with what she knew rationally was wrong. The answer, of course, was that she was being raped against her will ... wasn't she?
"Now, Rusty, stop it ... Don't do this to me ... I explained it before," she muttered weakly, almost more to herself than to the boy. Her head fell back onto the sinking softness of the pillow. She couldn't let herself be conquered by the tantalizing tongue that was plundering without mercy in and out of the involuntarily dilating depths of her cunt. Yet even against her will she could feel the traitorous excitement building in her body until it felt like her nerve-endings were exploding in tiny bursts of flaming desire.
The captive woman was finding it less and less easy to remember that she was being raped, being forced into cooperating in an obscene sexual orgy being perpetrated by the trio of lust-driven adolescent boys. Her straining muscles began to relax into a soft receptiveness as she felt Rusty's hot young mouth sucking even more eagerly on her naked pussy. She could feel him drawing the tingling folds of her vagina deep into the thrillingly warm cavern of his mouth and a long low sigh escaped from her throat to signal the beginnings of willing submission to the unwanted oral assault.
Smiling in lewd self-satisfaction, the boy from Ohio pressed his face lower, pushing his open mouth against the desire-swollen wetness of Martha's defenseless cunt. He began to nibble gently at the quivering bud of her clitoris, and at this even more devastating sensation the spread-eagled woman's hips began a writhing of their own and soft mewling animal sounds leaked sensuously from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Her gasps of surprised pleasure echoed through the little room, causing the other two boys to glance at each other with knowing looks before they crowded even closer for a better look at the lewd tongue-fucking that was being inflicted on the woman's pinkly palpitating pussy. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an instinctive spasm of delight, screwing her buttocks hard up against Rusty's grinning face, and now her vaginal passage began automatically to expand and contract, clenching tightly as the slavering tongue continued to burrow deep inside her. Her breath exploded into the air in quick small gasps as he curled and flicked the darting tip all along the trembling hair-lined slit of her cunt, his nose rutting her clitoris to prompt a repeated involuntary arching of her nakedly churning ass-cheeks up from the bed.
Rusty basked in his own personal triumph and the admiration of his two classmates as he worked hungrily over the twenty-four year old blonde on the bed, his tongue assiduously thrusting in and out of her flowering cunt, plunging again and again to make a wet sluicing noise with each limber penetration. His face dove deeper into the warm moist crevice between her thighs, and his lips sucked and teased hungrily at her clitoral nub, tantalizing her with the sharp tips of his teeth while she writhed and twisted her upthrust buttocks in a lewd dance of aroused desire and need. At last, he chuckled obscenely right between her thighs as he felt the nakedly spread librarian's hands move down to claw desperately at his hair in an effort to pull his face even tighter against her loins.
All her inhibitions were lost and the lust-demented young woman groaned in shameless desire, grasping her young lover's head tightly with both her hands and pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole of her impassioned vagina. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider as her moistness increased with each additional swipe of his thrusting tongue working in her wide-split crevice. The fragrant wetness of her inflamed flesh began to course in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's perspiring cheeks, causing them shine obscenely in the pulsing light.
"Shit," B.J. gasped, "she's really getting into it! Look at the way she's smashing his head into her pussy...."
"Yeah, she's a nympho all right," Lyle agreed. "Sock it to her, Rusty," he added in encouragement to his new young friend.
Martha could barely hear the boys' obscene comments, but Rusty reacted with even greater efforts to their general admiration of the job he was doing on her. His tongue licked even more gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy and her updrawn legs spasmodically opened and closed around his laboring face. The wild abandoned tempo of her grinding loins made it clear to the only recently initiated youngster that she was almost ready to cum, and his own stiff penis was throbbing with anticipation as he worked his mouth and tongue furiously over her pulsating cunt-slit, keeping in mind that he was very soon going to quit eating her and drive his cock deep up into the maddening softness of her wetly craving pussy.
Frantically, Rusty pressed his pelvis into the mattress below her trying to massage his demanding hardness against the bedsheets at the same time as he slavered viciously into her cunt. The warm oozing scent of her lust-secretions nearly drove him crazy in his mounting desire, and suddenly he knew he had had enough.
He was so excited that if he didn't get to fuck her pretty quick he was going to cum all over the bed, and with a groan he withdrew his glistening face from her loins and drew himself up in a kneeling position over her nakedly spread-eagled body.
Martha gasped at the ceasing of the youngster's thrilling oral caress on her loins, and she was about to protest before she saw him lowering himself in between her thighs. She stilled the cry that rose to her lips, issuing instead of a soft mewl of passion as she threw her arms up around his neck and pulled him down onto her. She had been so close to orgasm that she'd almost thought she would die when he stopped eating her out, but she realized that he was going to fuck her, and the way she felt now, that would be all the better.
As the excited blonde woman's legs kicked up and her heels curled around his sinewy hips, the trembling teenager thrust his pelvis forward toward the gaping slit of her lust-throbbing cunt. With no further preliminaries, he grasped his rigid little cock and guided it straight up into her excitedly waiting vagina, his body smacking down on her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. He levered up on his arms again to watch his granite-hard penis as it poised lewdly embedded just inside the lips of her grasping moist pussy, then he drove it in as deep as it would go up into her hungrily pulsating orifice. His balls smacked with a thud against the crack between her upturned buttocks before she flexed deeply and withdrew. Then with another mighty thrust he rammed his whole skewering cock-length all the way into her again.
"Oh, yessss," Martha moaned ecstatically beneath him as the warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his impaling cockshaft like a tight-fitting glove. The boy's thickly distended cock raced in and out of the hungering depths of her belly, her heated wetness surrounding him, lubricating his every stroke. As the youth ground his pelvis down into her hotly writhing flesh, the librarian strained back under him, arching her quaking loins, lifting both their pumping bodies and almost tossing him off her with her wild bucking up from the bed.
This was just what she needed to distract her from the pressing moral and psychological implications of her wanton destruction of Rusty's innocence. She needed to be fucked, fucked mercilessly, by the same boy she had deflowered. Fucking was the answer to all the machinations of her mind and all the obscenely tingling aches in every nerve. The wantonly aroused woman chanted in lewd incoherence to the hard-driving youth as his jerking cock pistoned again and again into her mercilessly stretched pussy. Rusty's mouth suddenly fell down on top of hers and his tongue rammed deep between her lips, his saliva drooling down her throat as Martha sucked with an insanity born of lust, savoring the musky flavor of her own sex on the teenage boy's lips. She moaned deliriously as she strained her body toward the peak of sensation that was now so near she could almost taste it.
And she continued to buck with ferocious abandon beneath the boy's slamming body, as she felt his cock stiffen and lengthen with the pressure of his teenage sperm. Suddenly she felt the white-hot liquid begin to spew far up into the hidden recesses of her womb as his tightened balls released their load like a firing cannon. Jet after needle-thin jet of his sticky cum ricocheted against the walls of her dilating passage, almost drowning her in its creaming flowing warmth. She jerked and churned even more wildly beneath him, her pussy lips milking frantically on the shaft of his erupting cock.
His seminal fluid mingled lewdly with Martha's own oozing lust-juices as she strained desperately against his thrusting pelvis to reach her elusive orgasm. Her cuntal walls pulsed gratefully against his forever ejaculating penis, fervently seeking that final stimulus that would send her reeling and quaking in monumental release.
But none came ... As Martha groaned aloud in agony and frustration, she felt Rusty's now-stationary cock give a final flexing twitch as it squeezed the last drop of his adolescent semen into the flooded passage of her unfulfilled cunt. She wriggled and clutched his perspiring young body to her loins, scraping hopelessly against his deflating cock to try to bring herself off. But it was too late ... It was no use.
Tears of fury and frustration welled up into the beautiful blonde librarian's eyes. Rusty fell heavily forward on top of her, but rested only a few seconds before rolling over to get off the bed. He knew something was wrong-he knew the woman hadn't climaxed, and he felt a little embarrassed that the two older boys had seen him fail. He tried not to look at them as he stood over his former mistress, but Lyle came up behind him and bolstered his ego.
'"You really gave it to her good, man! Look how she's just crying out for it...."
Rusty's face brightened at the compliment, and he watched with interest as the other teenagers began to take over his unfinished task.
Lyle was bending over her prone form, avidly watching as Martha twitched and jerked uncontrollably to try to keep her hand from digging into her aching loins. Her unsatisfied cunt was throbbing like a nerve out of control, a steaming oven dying to be filled. Her muscles felt so tense that she was afraid they might snap if someone didn't put a cock in her right away, and her passion-glazed eyes fixed hungrily on the fully extended penis protruding invitingly from Lyle's tantalizing loins. She reached out shamelessly to grope for the organ, but the boy skipped back gleefully, addressing his companions.
"I think she's ready B.J....I think she's ready for your killer-cock!" Then he looked down at the sobbing form of the librarian. "Is that what you want, baby? Old B.J.'s cock up your cunt?"
Martha didn't know or care what she said to the taunting young boy. She spat out the first words that reached her lips: "You know damn well that's what I want!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
B.J. Stokes grinned lewdly at the pleading words that rose like a muffled lust-cry from the bed. He patted Lyle Benson gratefully on the back and motioned him aside. With proud deliberate movements he strode into Martha's passion-glazed view, letting her eyes grow wide with terrified hunger at his massively erected organ.
She watched helplessly from the bed as the tall redheaded boy stretched out before her at the foot of the bed, standing right between her wide-splayed calves. Her blue eyes traveled slowly down his muscular body until they stopped, riveted securely on the giant cock that loomed out from under his belly like a huge third arm with a pair of fist-sized balls tightening below it. It was so large that she couldn't believe that it was real ... but then the egotistical boy flexed his muscles and it jerked obscenely, causing her to cringe back into the pillow.
Martha closed her eyes and at the same time she felt the bed sink under the pressure of B.J.'s body as he lowered himself over her naked form. For a second she was afraid she would pass out from apprehension when the teenager grasped her wrists in one hand to prevent the struggle he expected from her. Then she felt the terrifying shaft of his cock brush threateningly along her inner thigh ... and the seriousness of her plight suddenly dawned on her.
This was no dream ... this was really happening. This lecherous adolescent was really going to fuck her with his monstrous young cock, and even through her all-consuming lust she could tell that it would be too much for her.
"Oh, my God," the blonde librarian cried, "I can't take that! You must be joking!"
"You think not?" the redheaded boy asked in an amused tone. He was used to this kind of response from girls, although he hadn't exactly expected the experienced older woman to be quite this hesitant. "Ten seconds ago you were begging for it!" He reached down with his free hand to spread her thighs wide apart so that the delicately sensitive pussy-slit nestling in the soft blonde hair flowered into full view of the two smaller youths. B.J. seemed to take sadistic pleasure in the woman's writhing terror as she shook her head from side to side in disbelief.
It's impossible! she screamed in her imagination. This boy is a freak-he's half-boy and half-stallion! If he fucked her with that monstrous appendage she would be permanently damaged ... why even Wes Nichols wasn't that well-hung. But despite her instinctive struggling, the librarian couldn't free herself from the teenager's iron-vise grip. She opened her eyes in incredulous amazement as she watched Lyle Benson and even Rusty Thaddeus crowd in close to help their distorted companion by grabbing her ankles and then folding them over her head in an unnatural jackknife position. Every muscle of her supple young body was stretching fully as gradually the flat plane of her hair-fringed pussy was offered up to the hulking giant of a boy like a sacrifice. She knew it would be easier like this, if she had to take the boy's cock at all, because the awkward acrobatics had the fortunate effect of pulling at her pussy-lips until they were opened in a completely abnormal but painless way. She sighed as she tried to relax her tensing muscles to ease the expected shock of his impending entry.
B.J. grinned down at her cunt with candid lust, stroking his immensely distended penis with his hand as if in greedy preparation for the brutal assault he was about to launch. He inched slowly forward, his impatient cock jutting out obscenely, the great trunk of hardened male flesh bouncing lewdly as he flexed. Martha peered up at him as she watched the muscles bulge on the nearly-adult body that was lowering slowly into her openly exposed crevice. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the heavily jouncing young organ, even though she knew it was about to fuck up into her tight little pussy as deep as it would go.
It is rape, she told herself sternly as if she was not fully convinced. Her senses were hypnotized by the sight of the advancing organ as her own lustful words echoed in her brain: "You know damn well that's what I want. " She couldn't believe that she asked for it, but the evidence was there, teasing and tormenting her confused imagination. She had begged insanely to have this boy's massive cock in her pussy, and now he was actually going to put it in.
Suddenly B.J. jerked above her, his hips swinging back into the air. In spite of her fear, Martha flicked her own pelvis upward, searching with her grasping hot cunt for the gigantic pole of flesh that he was poising for the brutal plunge. As though she was under some kind of magical spell, she watched his great fanning cock-head as it found her warm moist vaginal channel and held itself above her for an unbearable moment before nosing into the hot clasping flanges of her hair-fringed cunt.
The muscles of the boy's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself up higher over Martha's upturned loins. The thick palpitating head of his cock remained poised at her quivering pussy entrance for what seemed like an eternity before he allowed his pelvis to drop with one savage lunge as he drove the huge blood-filled tip of his penis up between her legs into the soft fleshy folds of her inner cuntal depths.
Martha groaned uncontrollably with the unfamiliar sensation of the boy's huge cock-head impaling her cringing little vagina, and she flailed her head from side to side in abandoned delirium. Never in her life would she have dreamed that such an obscene penetration of her loins could be possible.
The brawny youth flexed his buttocks again, twitching his lust-inflamed hardness another torturous inch into her aching cunt as she tried to loosen her legs from the firmly gripping hands of the other boys. The folded-up position was uncomfortable, and no matter how much she tried to relax, her muscles remained tense with their imprisoning hold. But Lyle and Rusty were unrelenting; from their vantage point they could see the lust-engorged length of B.J.'s mature cock as well as the pink, hotly stretching lips of the librarian's pussy.
"Oh, let go!" Martha cried fearfully. "It's too big for me ... I have to let my legs down." She was certain she was being ripped apart from her anus to her trembling cunt, and she knew that the boy above her was not even all the way in yet.
As the lewd penetration continued with relentless force, she felt the hot breath of the other boys leaning closer to her helpless body. There was no escape and she finally realized it fully. Resistance was futile. She felt their hands now clutching at her breasts, their teasing fingers mauling her rigidly erect little nipples and digging in roughly to the ripe white mounds of flesh. It seemed as though she was covered with a hundred tiny insects, some tickling and some tormenting as they worked feverishly to penetrate every opening of her defenseless body.
"Please ... PllleeeaaaseI" she chanted hysterically, as tears of anguish overflowed her unseeing eyes. Her fruitless protests and useless writhing seemed only to incite the aggressive adolescent onward. He pushed his hefty pelvis forward to plow his lust-swollen penis deep up into her narrowly resisting passage, forcing rippling waves of lewdly stretched cunt-flesh out of its way as it burrowed unfalteringly forward.
The suffering woman quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft plunged nonstop into her belly. Her mind raced in a frantic attempt to understand what was happening to her as the hard-driving cock filled her loins, crowding out her internal organs as it tunneled in deeper and deeper. She thought crazily that it would burst through into her throat if it didn't stop soon, but still his rampaging penis drove farther upward, tearing her soul almost out of her body in its overwhelming barbaric sensuality.
And suddenly it stopped! With an ass-crushing blow the boy's pelvis slammed against the nakedly stretched cheeks of her upturned buttocks and the immense sperm-filled testicles slapped into the widely split crevice exposing her sensitive little anus. The lust-inflated cock was sunk all the way to its wiry-haired base in her helplessly quivering cunt, filling every part of her tortured inner pussy-walls.
B.J. groaned, hovering motionless for a moment over the imprisoned woman's deeply skewered body, waiting for her to adjust to the presence of his huge throbbing cock-shaft planted in her belly. He watched as her tear-streaked face began to relax, her tightly clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised relief as the initial agony of the intrusion rapidly faded. It isn't so bad ... she thought tentatively, after having expected to feel her loins literally rip apart. And almost imperceptibly, she felt the unmistakable twinges of forbidden pleasure slowly begin to spark in her recently-frustrated belly.
"Holy shit, Rusty, he got it in! B.J. got his old killer cock in Miss Price's hot little pussy!" Lyle gasped, bending closer to leer at the hair-fringed lips stretched out around the pulsing base of his friend's outlandish cockshaft.
Rusty looked forward intently, awe-struck by the sight of his mistress skewered on such a massive instrument as B.J. Stokes's. He would have expected to be repulsed by the lurid scene, but he surprised himself with his vicarious interest. The librarian was some kind of a woman, he thought, to be able to take him and then old B.J. all the same night. The Perfect Lover had never hinted at the unfamiliar things that he was learning just by watching the more experienced boy pump his huge penis into the blonde woman's cunt.
B.J. looked up at his admiring young companions. "She's tight, all right, but she can take it ... look she really digs having my cock up her pussy!"
Laughing softly, he flexed his giant rod inside her and a deep sigh escaped Martha's throat. She tried to stop the maddening titillation, but he flexed again and again, teasing her pulsating cuntal walls with his filling pressuring hardness. The woman flinched in uncontrollable spasms as her warm passage began to automatically adjust to his extraordinary size, and he started to move his hips in a slow sensual rhythm, grinding his huge member tightly into her naked pussy, stretching the dilating walls until the rigidly pulsating shaft fit in the sheath of her vagina like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder.
And then Martha felt the warm pressure of young hands moving lewdly over the twin half-moons of her ass-cheeks. She felt another pair caressing insistently the squashed out edges of her flattened breasts. In a hesitating moment of wonder she tested the movement of her previously trapped long legs, and she noted with surprise that they were free. Even though the two boys had freed her ankles of their restrictive grip, her legs remained lewdly twisted over head, her heels digging gently into B.J.'s muscled back.
She shuddered in the minor triumph of her partial freedom, and for a second she failed to notice the fingers pulling at the fleshy hair-lined lips of her clamping cunt and then slipping obscenely to the sensitive little hole of her anus. She stiffened instantly as the exploring fingertip teased at the puckered opening like a tiny cock, pressing harder and harder. She winced as it suddenly popped up into the tightly surrounding ring of flesh and wormed its way gradually up and up in the squeezing tightness of her rectum.
Squeals of protest burst from the librarian's lips, as she contemplated the unnatural horror of feeling a finger up her ass. Her vaginal passage was stretched beyond all repair, and now the added insult of the intruding finger was more than she could bear. Certainly she didn't deserve this too! Already she felt she had been humiliated beyond her just and fair punishment. As if to taunt her, the third boy's hands were teasing and tweaking at the exposed white flesh of her traitorously hardened breasts.
Above her B.J. began a slow fucking motion in and out of Martha's wide-stretched pussy, kneeling over her jackknifed form like a lust-driven animal. The agonizing torture of his massively sliding cock began to send little tingles of desire fluttering through her loins. She tried to deny them, to quell the fire that was surely being kindled, but it was to no avail. The outrageous debasement to which she was being subjected was now creating a strange masochistic excitement stirring through her tortured flesh. She was being fucked ... she was finally being fucked again, and she was rapidly forgetting everything but the rejuvenated promise of release that it inspired. Attempting movement of her own for the first time since she had felt B.J.'s distended cock up inside her, she started to cautiously rotate her buttocks. The ecstatic sensations were almost unbelievable, and she allowed herself to fall into the rhythm of the big cock skewering in and out of her cunt and the hot finger-fucking of her anus. She ground her hips upward with increasingly lustful speed, and in a short time she was matching the grunting adolescent above her.
"Mmmmmnnn ... Yesssss, " she chanted in final surrender to her body's demands. "Yesss ... Fuck me ... Yessss...."
She squirmed her body hungrily beneath the dancing hands clutching at her sensuously maddened nakedness. Her eyes opened and she gazed through a smoky haze at B.J.'s contorted features. On either side of her were the naked bodies of the other youths, one of them massaging her breasts and the other one probing in and out of her clenching rectum in time with his friend's enormously violating cock.
She was a willing prisoner, surrounded and defeated, but no longer fighting against the delicious sensations that were not coursing unchecked through her every nerve. She was lost in delight at the merciless assaults on her cunt and breasts and anus. She was trapped and helpless, but she was afraid if she had to choose this shameful punishment or complete reprieve, she would choose the punishment.
"Keep fucking ... don't stop this fucking," she groaned huskily, rotating her uptilted buttocks faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of teenage flesh, one a penis and the other a finger, pummeling up into her fiery belly. Her entire being was centered around these two skewering instruments and nothing else mattered, neither shame nor fear, nothing but the wildly pulsating reality of the hard male flesh riveting into her belly.
Then gradually Martha became aware that the pawing of her breasts had ceased, and she felt the hotly breathing presence of a youth near her head. She stretched her neck back to see Lyle Benson, his cock fully erected as before, moving to a kneeling position over her face.
She heard his voice vaguely, but she didn't take the meaning of his words: "Hey, B.J., you're taking too long ... I'm going to fuck her in the mouth while you fuck her pussy okay?"
"Hell, yes, whatever you want," the older boy said generously. "But I think it'd be easier if we turned her over."
Martha didn't exactly understand what the teenagers were getting at, but she gasped in protest as she felt the out-sized cock being withdrawn from her now yearning loins. She started fiercely, but then relaxed and allowed the boys to roll her over onto her belly.
B.J. grabbed impatiently at her satiny flanks and jerked her to her knees. She swayed off-balance as she knelt there on all fours, but quickly' she righted herself as her sex-drugged brain could focus on only one thing-to get that penis back inside her as quickly as she could. She smiled feebly as she felt the boy's gigantically pulsing cock again being wedged up between her open thighs from behind and unconsciously she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the huge head of his penis pressing against the lewdly dripping furrow of her cunt. With a loud grunt the redheaded boy behind her surged forward, impaling her body once more on his massively hardened penis, causing her to jump forward with surprise from the sudden thrust.
Her startled mouth flew open just as Lyle Benson poised his own impatiently waiting cock before her lips, and without warning, it shoved between her moist red lips into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the slippery glans sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping out of it to fill the cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, masculine young taste.
She nearly choked as it rammed halfway down her throat, the full length of the boy's long hard penis disappearing between her firmly ovaled lips. And as the two youngsters began to thrust in and out of both ends of her sandwiched body, Martha was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the short curly pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time Lyle shoved forward into her mouth. She breathed in small gasps of air on the stocky boy's out-strokes, feeling her need for oxygen mounting with her rising passion.
Oh God, she thought inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven form back and forth between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which they would pump their raging sperm. Slowly the very debasement of the situation began to flicker through her mind and the obscene humiliation of being used this way by the three young males began to excite her even more. The flames of desire in her belly fired into a full-fledged roaring blaze and she began to roll her upthrust buttocks in luxuriating circles, tightening her deliciously ravished cunt muscles around the huge driving penis buffeting her from behind, sucking warmly on the one in her mouth, preparing to milk their bodies dry until she overflowed from both ends with sensuously flowing teenage cum.
Behind her, B.J. was building swiftly toward his climax. He was thrusting into her harder and harder, battering mercilessly against the soft yielding crevice of her upturned buttocks. His abnormally big hands gripped her wildly jerking hips and her tender flesh squeezed out in tense white ridges between his clenching fingers. His lips bared back over his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He watched her in obscene triumph, the sight of her bucking and squirming before him as she was impaled from both ends sending chills up his spine.
"Christ, I'm almost there," he grunted, looking up at his companion.
Lyle groaned in incomprehensible agreement, ramming his distended cock hard between her elastically clenching lips.
The saliva in Martha's mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluid that seeped from the end of Lyle's penis sunk to the hilt in her warm oral depths. She could see the boy's muscular hips straining in front of her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure, and his strong fingers wound tightly in her shining blonde hair as he pulled her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting male flesh.
The ravished woman felt her own excitement mounting to dizzying heights as the granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken to greater hardness in her lewdly sucking mouth, driving forward almost to her tonsils as though in an unconscious effort to join and fuse with the mammoth cock pistoning up into her belly from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer and closer to the brain-reeling orgasm she craved. She sucked with her mouth and waggled her upturned buttocks in frenzied abandon as she felt her peak approaching.
She mumbled incoherently around the plunging instrument in her mouth, her only thought being to please the lust-crazed teenagers to the best of her ability. She twirled her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-filled cock-head, raising her eyes to look into the stock boy's face as she did so.
He was looking down at her now, watching his thick cock-shaft disappearing and then reappearing from between her tightly ovaled lips. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face, so that it looked as though the full length was sinking right down her throat. Her tongue with a nerve-tickling lick on the outstroke was making the head of his lust-bloated penis throb as if it had a heart within itself, beating in time to the pulsing orange light that filled the room. He was hypnotized by the soft inner flesh of her lips that were pulling out grotesquely, like the moist pink folds of a hungry cunt. Her full-mounded breasts jiggled and swayed against his knees, adding to the engulfing cloak of sensuality that enveloped him.
He looked over her perspiration-gleaming back to his partner, while the older boy pumped furiously into her from behind. His monstrous cock fucking into her pussy was beginning to tense and inflate spontaneously into unbelievable hardness. His balls were burning with the insistent ache that drove him to batter into her wildly contracting cunt with pile driving thrusts. He felt as if his whole body would explode from the molten lead weight of his sperm-bloated testicles slapping heavily into her backside with each vicious thrust. His eyes rolled dazedly in their sockets taking in the shimmering flesh of the librarian and his friend, the savage beating of the light, and the heady aroma of the lustful writhing bodies ... and he knew it was the end.
Martha felt her thighs being swept apart as the red-haired youth flexed into her the final time to spew suddenly his hot teeming load of cum into her uncontrollably dilating cuntal depths. She hunched back in sensual frenzy as she felt the first roiling spurts of seething sperm flood into her helplessly milking womb, filling it until she thought she would burst. She felt it dribbling back over the hair-covered lips of her forever stretched pussy jammed back against B.J.'s muscular loins. His huge churning balls slapped maddeningly against her clitoris, causing her to lunge spasmodically forward and bury her face even more tightly in the wiry pubic curls of Lyle's loins.
Almost simultaneously she felt the cock in her mouth lengthen and throb jerkily against her cheeks. She couldn't wait for the rapidly approaching second when he, too, would release his load of boiling semen for her to swallow hungrily with her furiously sucking mouth. His sperm burst forth in fiery gushes, shooting straight back into her throat until she thought she would choke. The sticky tangy teenage cum slid hotly over her tonsils, and rolled gratefully through her throat as she swallowed voraciously to keep up with his offering. Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching rod of his adolescent penis and she was fearful of losing even a drop of his precious sperm.
But the boy's long-delayed ejaculation was too copious. She could never have swallowed it all at the speed that it was being pumped into her gagging throat and in spite of all her efforts, little driblets of cum spilled out from the corners of her mouth. The glistening strands of the viscous milk-white liquid connected her lips to his pile-driving cock as it slid relentlessly in and out of her mouth.
The impassioned blonde continued hungrily to thrust her hips back onto the monstrous penis that was still slamming its load of jism up into her eagerly working cunt. She drove back furiously with her pelvis, welcoming the warm moistness of B.J.'s spurting semen as she strained and tensed toward her own release.
And then, with a wail that expelled the deflating cock from her exhausted mouth, she felt her body soar up and explode into what seemed like a shower of fiery blazing stars.
"Ooooooaaaaaah! AAAAAAGGGHH!" the blonde woman screamed. "I'm cumming!"
She convulsed spasmodically into the boy behind her, the wild raw ecstasy suddenly taking over her brain, sending it in crazy whirling spirals in the orgasmic passion of her long-awaited climax. Her blood rushed in torrents past her ears, millions of colored flashes burned before her eyes, and every nerve in her body exploded with the shattering power that seemed to shake the entire room. Her cuntal walls dilated and contracted wildly as her gushing female cum poured out to surround B.J.'s twitching penis with a boiling hot cushion. The boy was nearly thrown from his kneeling position behind her, and the force of her climax stunned his already-emptied cock into rigid stillness. For a crazy impossible second he thought he was going to cum again just from the librarian's frenziedly milking vaginal walls sucking on his deflating cock, but then, with a mighty backward buck, the blonde woman threw him off her and collapsed into the lust-drenched sheets of the bed.
B.J. nearly fell back on the floor, but he recovered himself and stared wonderingly at his two young friends.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned hoarsely. "Jesus Fucking Christ!"
Rusty was smiling proudly in the knowledge that he was the one who had discovered the young librarian, but his cock had stiffened painfully as he had watched the lewd activities of the others. Now he held it up in one hand and turned an inquiring expression on the redheaded boy.
"Shall we do it again?" he asked lustfully.
"And again and again all night!" Lyle rejoined, already feeling the twitches of another hard-on. "We've got a million other things to try...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The anxiously-awaited letter from Wes Nichols arrived on Saturday morning. Martha Price was too worn out and exhausted from last night to take the interest in it that she should have, considering how she had been looking forward to it all week. But now, the incredible events of the last twelve hours had made all her previous worries sound like tame history. She was beyond guilt today, so complete and terrible had been her debasement at the insistence of the three young boys. It was as if nothing more could touch her because she had experienced the worst possible perversion of sexual activity that could ever happen to anyone. She felt oddly free, now that she had survived the debauchery, and the letter from Wes would just be peripheral.
But as she glanced down the boldly handwritten page, her blurry eyes suddenly focused clearly on what he was saying. Wes was coming to California! His last exam before the quarter break was on Friday, and he would fly out the next morning. My God, the blonde woman whispered, that's today! How could she have forgotten Wes's schedule? He almost always came to visit her during his quarter breaks, just as she spent her whole summer in Ohio. In all her frantic worrying about the unexpected direction her sex life was turning, she had completely and unforgivably forgotten that her fiance would be out here so soon.
In her sudden dismay, Martha let the letter drop to the floor. She rushed over to the bed and tore the obscenely dirty sheets off and replaced them with clean white sheets for Wes. She opened all the windows and lit a scented candle to rid the close little room of the lustful sex-odors she imagined hanging in the air. Hurriedly she stuffed all her wickedly dirty clothes in the hamper and vowed to do the laundry before her boyfriend arrived. Before he arrived?
Oh, no! she cried internally. When does his plane get in? She scanned the letter frantically, but there was no mention of flight times or numbers. The letter said only that he would call from the airport to say when he got in, and he would take a taxi out to her place. At least that gives me time to get ready, the distraught librarian sighed. She immediately flew into a frenzy of housework, trying to get everything in order.
She wondered what would have happened if Wes had been here last week, or even the week before, when she had first become involved with young Rusty Thaddeus. She might have figured a way to handle the situation better ... but of course, if Wes had been here she wouldn't have felt the pent-up desire in her loins that caused her to go ahead with the illicit affair ... It seemed silly, when she thought about it, that she should be separated from the man she loved when it caused her so much anxiety and pain. It was her career, naturally, that kept her out here in California away from Wes, but if her career was so important, why did she still find the time to get entangled in these lewd situations? She ought to be studying, and working diligently for a better library, instead of fooling around with the likes of B. J. Stokes and Lyle Benson. This peculiar neglect of her work had never happened to her back home, when she had been with Wes....
She always told herself that she was just having difficulty adjusting to life in California. But now ... this morning it seemed to stem from a different cause. Was it possible that she actually worked better when Wes was around, no matter what part of the country they were in? Could it be that her separation from her fiance was the problem, and not these aggressive high school kids in California?
Martha stood still, broom in hand, as she contemplated the sobering thought. Wes would be arriving today, and she was determined to find out if she was right. She was going to pay careful attention to herself and her feelings, to see if she really did feel more enthusiasm for her work during the week that he would be here.
The laundry was in the dryer downstairs and a roast was in the oven when Martha got the phone call from her fiance. She tried to convince him to let her come and pick them up, but he insisted that he would get there faster if he took a taxi. So, as the excited young librarian was folding the still-warm clothes from the dryer, her impatient fiance was urging the cab-driver to go faster and faster on the freeway.
Handsome Wes Nichols was doubly anxious to see Martha this vacation. He wasn't bothered so much by her confession to having seduced the teenager, because he knew it was difficult for her to be alone out here in California while all her friends were back home. In addition, he trusted her completely when she wrote that she still loved him as much as ever, and that was the thing that really counted. Even though he had to admit that he had felt a little jealous of the adolescent at first, he was almost pleased that Martha had succumbed to him ... Because that meant she was loosening up a little. Always before he had been fully satisfied in his. sexual relations with the young librarian, but she had been a little straight-laced-not really willing to try new things. But Wes couldn't get over the feeling that she would try now, since she had already begun to get a taste of sexual liberation.
And the second reason he couldn't wait to get to Martha's place was that he had what he thought would be good news for her. The high school librarian at one of the schools in town had been promoted, and there was a beautiful two year old library only minutes from the dorms, just waiting for a new director. If Martha played her cards right, he thought excitedly, maybe she could get the job!
It seemed to both of them like hours before Wes's taxi finally pulled up in front of Martha's apartment building. Martha was watching excitedly from the third-floor window, and she fairly flew down to meet him as soon as he arrived. "Oh, Wes!" she cried, rushing into his arms on the sidewalk. She hardly gave him a chance to pick up his luggage and pay the driver before she eagerly led him up the stairs to her tidy little room. Wes wriggled his nose at the aroma of the roasting beef and happily pulled his fiance down onto the couch.
"After I got your letter," he said, "I just couldn't wait to get here. I took my micro-organisms final early so I could leave today...."
Martha's face sank apprehensively as the whole weight of last night's debauchery fell down on her shoulders once more. And here Wes was, all anxious to help her with the old problem-which was nothing compared to the things she had done since.
Wes caught her sudden change of expression and hastened to add, "Honey, you won't believe it, but I'm glad! Of course you know I'd never want to share you with anyone-even an innocent kid-but ... but I think the affair was probably good for you."
Martha's jaw fell open in shock.
"Now, sweetheart, don't be alarmed. You know you were a little ... a little timid before. I'm really pleased that you've opened up. That will give us a chance to ... to do all the things we've never done before."
The poor librarian's brain whirled. She hadn't been ready for this. She expected to be scolded, or advised, or chided, or almost anything ... but this approval was more than she could comprehend. She didn't know whether to laugh because it was so easy or cry because Wes was so unconcerned-her facial muscles were twitching uncertainly in her confusion.
"Oh, Martha, don't worry about it! You do feel more liberated about sex now, don't you? Don't you feel like you're ready to try different things?"
Martha couldn't imagine anything different from the variety of lewd acts she'd participated in just last night, but she had to agree that the whole episode had left her conscience feeling freer than she'd ever known it to be. She nodded vaguely at first, and then smiled in her conviction that her fiance was right.
"So," Wes continued animatedly, "do you want to see what I've been thinking about all the way out here?" Without waiting for a reply he began to strip off his clothes. Martha barely suppressed a gasp as she caught sight of the rigid shaft of his cock standing up in obscene erection from between his thighs. His long hard penis was visibly throbbing as if with a kind of violent passion, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. She had never seen it look so big, never seen it look so thick and heavy and inviting.
"Are you ready to feel a little of this in your asshole?" he asked grinning, holding his penis in one hand. He couldn't suppress his excitement and anticipation, and his enthusiasm rubbed off on his fiance even though she tried to avert her eyes.
Martha was blushing as Wes gently began to unbutton her printed blouse and tug at the zipper of her short leather skirt. He nearly tore the blouse from her shoulders in his hurry and his fingers trembled as he unhooked her enticingly thin lacy brassiere. She bent down to help him unfasten the garters that held her silken stockings arid he peeled them down both at the same time so she had to jump to keep from falling over as he yanked them off her feet. She removed her bikini panties herself, but Wes was watching with hungry admiration her every move. And in seconds, she was completely naked and vulnerable before him, still not believing that he actually intended to go through with that lewd thing she had read about in The Perfect Lover.
"Come on, Martha, let's take the bed out," he urged, throwing the cushions off the day-bed onto the floor.
"B-but Wes, do you really want to ... I mean, it's so unnatural...." Martha whimpered feebly. Even though she knew she'd already experienced the worst, she still felt a tiny reserve of apprehension for this one last act of sexual experimentation that she had been spared last night.
"Sweetheart, of course I do! Don't be frightened, baby ... I know you'll enjoy it."
Looking into his enthusiastically lustful eyes, she realized that it would be futile to resist.
He looked the way he had on the very first night they'd made love, and she remembered how he had completely quieted her fear with his strong masculine tenderness. She turned and began to help him make the bed, taking off the upholstery cover and folding down the fresh sheets she had just put on today. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest as she dropped down onto the bed. Then a muffled moan of remembered ecstasy welled up in her lips as Wes climbed up beside her, his hands reaching out to grab delightedly at her trembling nakedness, his fingers digging in lovingly to the soft mounds of her quivering breasts. He stroked over her hips in smooth, caressing gestures which evoked the familiar tingling response through her suddenly throbbing vagina. A thrill of excitement rippled over the entire surface of her naked skin, and for a moment she imagined that this was going to be the lovemaking they had experienced before, before she had so stubbornly decided to come to California.
Then, just as she was beginning to relax, the hopeful blonde felt Wes's fingers tighten over her hips, and before she could resist she found herself face-down on the mattress. He urged her to kneel up on all fours, pulling her beautiful satiny buttocks up high off the bed as her head lowered correspondingly into the pillow. The realization of what was happening to her gradually dawned on her again, but despite her inherent fear of the act, she had to admit to a certain amount of curiosity as well. Her back arched abnormally as her naked ass-cheeks jerked into Wes's grip, high in the air and utterly defenseless.
Martha felt her fiance's fingers working eagerly at her quivering buttocks, and she gasped involuntarily as his nails dug into her smooth skin.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he apologized immediately. He switched to his thumbs, which were larger and softer. He inserted them between the creamy white mounds of her buttocks and slowly pulled them apart, and Martha could hear the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice between them came into his view. For a moment she dared to hope that he would fuck her properly, the way he used to in Ohio, but then she sighed in resignation when she felt the flickering tip of his tongue licking hotly and wetly up between the widespread mounds behind her. She wiggled forward in a frantic effort to escape the teasing sensation, but Wes held her firmly, cooing gently into the heated split.
"That's okay, sweetheart ... Don't worry ... I'm being gentle." He scraped his front teeth along the cringing flesh, but stopped instantly when Martha moaned out loud again.
She thought for another second that he had changed his mind, but it was soon obvious that he hadn't. Again he was forcing her quivering buttocks apart firmly from the outward pressure of his thumbs. And then she opened her eyes in wide disbelief as she felt the distinct prodding of his outstretched finger right against her defenseless anus. She tried to edge away from this obscene pressure against the tiny elasticized opening, apprehension creeping like cold fingers up her spine. Her brain went numb in unexpected fear and she suddenly felt paralyzed, completely surrendered to the will of her future husband.
Wes felt his fiance's hesitation and slowed down to give her time to adjust. He pulled his finger back a little and swirled the tip of it around just inside the clenching brown ring to give her the feel of its intrusion. Then he pressed inward again, and with a slight pop it slid up into the crinkled little orifice.
Wes stared down hungrily at the smooth white moons of Martha's alluringly spread ass-cheeks and the exciting view of his middle finger half-embedded in her tight back passage. He smiled lewdly to himself, looking forward to the act to which he was about to subject her. He had waited to do this for so long now, all the time he had lived with her and ever since she had moved, and it was ironic that the opportunity would present itself in such a peculiar way. But as he rotated his finger in the narrow passage until the second knuckle and finally the third were encased in the resisting flesh, he was sincerely glad that it had finally come about.
He probed curiously into Martha's cringing rectal depths intent on stretching the rubbery walls as far as he could before he inserted his cock. Her puckered rectal opening was warm and throbbing around his finger, and when he felt its thrilling caress he was spurred on lustfully to carry out the tantalizing fantasy he had brought with him from Ohio. He was really going to fuck her back there, right in the little brown puckering hole of her anus.
Martha was frozen in abject submission and partial curiosity. This was too unfamiliar, too unlike Wes the way he always had been back home. Although she knew he was being tender and careful with her virginal rectum, she still felt the same apprehension of the unnatural act that she had felt when she first read about it. She wanted to trust Wes, she wanted to believe that he would never hurt her, but his strange lust-driven insistence filled her with suspicion.
"Loosen up honey ... I'll never be able to stick my cock in if you don't relax," he advised softly, bending forward over her wide-held buttocks.
The blonde librarian remained motionless, making a conscious effort to do what Wes said. But no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that everything would be all right, hot tears of misery began to fill her puffing eyelids, and she put her head down into the pillow so Wes wouldn't see that she was crying. Her body felt tense and cramped and her tiny anal opening was throbbing with the unaccustomed impalement, but it was nothing compared to the mental agony she was suffering silently. She was about to be fucked in the ass by the man she loved, and she wasn't feeling the excited thrill he expected her to feel. Somehow it was different to be used wantonly by a group of thoughtless teenage boys than it was to be violated anally by your future husband. She knew it was irrational, that she should be every bit as enthusiastic as he was, and this realization made her all the more miserable.
She was so lost in remorse that she hardly noticed when Wes finally withdrew his finger and began rubbing the pulsating head of his cock up against her parted rectal opening. His long surging hardness throbbed like a living thing against the tiny puckering opening, but Martha was ready. Nothing could hurt her if Wes did it, and she had to believe that if she was going to trust him in marriage.
The lust-incited graduate student gazed down proudly at his thick throbbing penis poised at his fiance's tightly clenched anal ring, and he breathed deeply in lustful satisfaction. Then he positioned the blood-swollen head of his cock right against the small fearfully closed ring of flesh, noting with a swell of pride the glaring difference in size between it and his desire-thickened cock. His penis was going to slide right up inside her, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed it ... so she would beg for more after they were married. What a stroke of luck that she had come to California alone to give her the opportunity to cast aside her puritan ideas.
Finally, with a deep groan of anticipation, Wes surged forward to ease his blood-heavy penis against the still-clenching little entrance to her rectum, trying with all his might to insert its pulsing thickness into the tiny aperture.
It seemed for a while that no matter how hard he pushed or how carefully he stretched aside her buttocks, he wasn't going to be able to get it in. It blunted against the resisting elastic ring or it slipped downward toward her wetly dripping cunt. He heard Martha gasping incomprehensibly and he was afraid that he was hurting her. Soothingly he whispered to her while at the same time he drove his hips forward toward the wrinkled little hole.
"It's okay, darling ... Everything's okay ... You're a little tight, but if you relax, it won't hurt. I promise ... promise you, you'll love it."
With that, he lunged against her again, ignoring his apprehensions about the nakedly cowering woman before him. This time, with Martha's acquiescing help, he succeeded in popping just the massive head of his palpitating cock up inside her vainly resisting anal opening. Grunting, he held his blood-swollen shaft there for a moment before flexing his hips forward again. He let Martha catch her breath and then he pushed relentlessly inward, sliding his long hard penis deeper and deeper up into her heatedly cringing anus.
"Oh, Wes ... It's so big," Martha whimpered as her gleaming white buttocks levered up, impaled by the surging rod of male flesh. Electric shocks jolted through her body, not unlike the tingles of arousal she loved, but not exactly the same, either. She wasn't sure if it was pain that she was feeling ... The little pinpricks shot forth from her belly and throughout her body causing her to tremble involuntarily in confusion. She thrashed against her future husband as he continued to plow his thick penis ever deeper into her barely yielding back passage, his fingers locked securely on her tender ass-cheeks to spread them as far apart as he could.
Inch by inch, he slowly fucked his long hard cock up into the hotly clasping depths of her rectum, his eyes closed in exertion and beads of perspiration breaking out all over his face. He was aware of Martha's willing assistance, as he heard her grunting while she forced her ass-cheeks upward.
"That's it ... just like that," he encouraged her, as she twisted beneath him until the coarse hair of his loins smacked into the quaking softness of her buttocks. His fleshy thickness was buried all the way in her now ... He had sunk his cock to the hilt in her anus!
"Baby, we made it," he exulted excitedly behind her, flexing his heavily swollen penis deep within the confines of Martha's no longer virginal rectum. "How does it feel, honey? How do you like having my cock in your ass?"
His crude words made Martha cringe, but his obvious pleasure was contagious. Although she was still whimpering tiny sobs of anguish, the small surges of pleasure were undeniable as she felt the reality of the overpowering presence of that rigidly pulsating shaft of cock-flesh sunk deep in her rectum. She would never in her life have expected such perversity from Wes, but she welcomed the rhythmic sawing he began in and out of her unnaturally impaled rectum.
He lunged the full length of his pulsating rod again and again up into her throbbing nether passage with smooth searing strokes. He thrilled at the sight of her pinkly clasping flesh pulling out with the thick base of his cock every time he withdrew for another powerful lunge up inside. He grinned through his panting breath at the delicious recognition that he was actually butt-fucking his future wife, and she was actually enjoying it.
And much to her amazement, Martha was slowly feeling the strangeness disappear to be replaced by an oddly perverse enjoyment of the fucking she had wanted to avoid. She began to respond, tentatively at first, as she thrust her ass back hesitatingly to meet his forceful forward lunges. The first stirrings of the passion she'd always felt with Wes before were gradually rekindled in her body. In almost no time at all she was twisting and waving her slavishly upthrust buttocks back violently against him as if in lewd invitation for him to fuck her even deeper and harder. Her ass-cheeks were swinging in great rotating circles, clenching tightly around his cock with a slight throb of her rectum every time he lunged into her.
Sweat poured freely from Wes's face now as he stared in ecstatic delight at the sight of his balls smacking resoundingly against her moist cunt every time he sunk his penis into her wide-split nether crevice. Even though he had dreamed of this moment for literally years, he had never fully believed that he would ever have the chance to try it. Now he was doing it and she was loving it, as he could see by watching the wiggling of her buttocks and the whipping of her long blonde locks of hair as she flailed her head from side to side in reckless abandon. She bucked back frantically in an effort to get more and more of his lewdly vanquishing cock embedded up in the tight little hole of her rectum.
"Oh, fuck my ass, Wes ... Fuck it...." she chanted beneath him as he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the softly yielding cheeks of her buttocks wide apart to better reveal her anus to his gaze. He shoved deeper into her, holding it far up inside and flexing it teasingly to prompt the impassioned squirming of her ass-cheeks back against his loins.
With long smooth strokes, Wes resumed the lewd pistoning into his future wife's quivering anus. He rammed into her hard and deep with mighty lunges that buffeted her body down against the mattress. The sweat from his forehead spilled onto her lovely hollowing back, glistening on her soft white skin. His breath came in short gasps and he gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers squeezing with all his might to pull her back over his hotly expanding cock as though he were fitting on a boot. And he relished the animalistic groans of delirious pleasure that rose from her lips as she responded to his assault.
"See, baby?" he panted between heavy inward thrusts. "See, I told you, you would love it...."
Martha waved her buttocks joyfully in response to Wes's pounding thrusts, her mind blurred by the intensity of the sensation. All she could feel was the exquisite warm wetness in the crevice of her ass-cheeks, and she was filled as she'd never been before. She was her future husband's loving wife already and this unnatural anal rape was a joy to submit to for his tender love. She wanted him to cum in her, to shoot his great load of seething adult sperm deep up into her unaccustomed rectum, and she strained back against his burgeoning penis as she felt it throb to greater length and hardness, stretching the muscles of her anus almost beyond endurance.
"Oh, darling, you're right ... I love to feel you inside me. I want you to cum in me, Wes ... I want you to cum in my ass," she cried deliriously as she felt him thrust the full length of his rock-hard cock up into her rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at her flesh in wild abandon.
Then she stiffened and screamed with delight as the first hotly churning droplets of his thick-shooting cream began to spurt into the further-most depths of her ravished rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly like a tingling hot whirlpool bath as he shoved forward with a powerful thrust that made his bloated balls dance maddeningly over her stiffened clitoris, teasing the turgid little nub with the promise of approaching release.
The graduate student's penis pumped relentlessly into the librarian's back passage, his hot sticky fluid shooting along the jerking tube of his cock and erupting in a rolling torrent in the helplessly flooded depths of her rectum. Martha could feel him pounding into her from behind, and every spurting thrust of his exploding cock pushed her ever closer to her own climax.
And then the blonde's body tensed and shuddered as the long-awaited peak of orgasmic sensation was finally achieved. She felt the explosion of her climax firing hotly in her belly and sending sparks of ecstasy shattering through every nerve. Her rectum seemed to milk involuntarily on Wes's twitching cock, trying to suck the last precious drop of his pleasure-giving cum from the now-deflating organ. Her whole body shivered convulsively, her leg muscles kicking out against Wes's knees, her back undulating in raw shimmering lust. At last her feverishly thrashing muscles relaxed, and with a slight wet sucking sound she felt her fiance's penis slip limply from her cum-drenched little rectum. A sudden rush of cool air washed over her unnaturally ravished loins as Wes rolled off and sagged on the bed beside her.
It was a long time before either of them spoke. They lay on top of the twisted sheets gasping and panting in exhaustion, sometimes looking at each other and smiling, sometimes closing their eyes in peaceful relaxation.
Finally Wes broke the silence with a smooth whisper.
"Martha?"
"Yes?"
"Martha, I think we should get married right away...."
So do I, her heart cried silently, but her mouth formed the words: "But what about my job? ... and your degree?"
Wes rolled over and laid a gentle hand on her full white breasts. He stroked softly at the taut little bud of her nipple. "I forgot to tell you this ... I was so anxious to make love to you ... There's a librarian position open at Highland High School-it's only a mile and a half from campus. You could ... Could you...?"
"Oh, my God, Wes! Could I? I will! I will! I'll come back with you tomorrow, or any time you want!"
Her enthusiasm was so quick and prompt that Wes felt a twinge of hesitation. "You might not get the job ... I only said it's open."
"Oh, darling, I don't care. I don't care! I can't wait any longer to be with you forever...." And Martha knew that her place was with Wes, as Mrs. Nichols, because only there could she achieve the wonderful dreams of sexual security she had nurtured so faithfully for so long....
