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 alt: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Sara was not a virgin, nor had she ever made any excuses for not being "a pure woman"-even to her husband. In fact, the brunette woman was proud of it and so on her wedding day she was not the typical nervous, teary-eyed bride frightened of giving up her feminine treasures, guarded and untapped, as the ultimate sacrifice to marriage. NOT SARA, the calm, self-confident woman who knew she would have no problems keeping her husband home from poker games or herself from f lying into a jealous rage over "late hours at the office."
One look at Sara made men turn pale with desire and women turn green with envy. A tall brunette with a thick mane of hair that she often tied at the nape of her delicate swan-like neck with a bright ribbon, her skin was an ivory white and her features were fine and detailed with just the right upturn of her nose. Her breasts, like twin melons, were high and firm and bulged under the uplift of the delicate lace bras she always wore-the kind that hide only half of pink budded nipples. Her waist was slim, incredibly slender above her temptingly twitching hips. Her buttocks swayed from side to side when she walked. On top of it all, not only did she reek of sex, with her sloe dark eyes lined in a rainbow of pastel eye shadows, but she boasted of a college degree, too. A nurse by profession, she'd abandoned her career, as a visiting health nurse, for a life of matrimonial bliss ... or so she thought.
That was six months ago....
Ten o'clock in the morning and the sun created square golden patches of light above the red-checkered cafe style curtains, highlighting the blue-black of Sara's not-yet-combed hair. As she sipped her steaming black coffee, a red tipped fingernail traced the Want Ad section of the morning newspaper. A dull plodding resentment governed her actions. But something HAD to be done.
She pulled her gaping bathrobe around her body, as if to protect herself from the grim reality she knew she must face before they lost everything. For three months they'd lived on brown rice and beer: she ate the rice and Tim drank the beer.
"That damned Carl and his no good girl friend are the cause of this whole mess," she hissed aloud with no one to hear her but the greasy white-yellow kitchen walls that needed painting badly-just like the rest of their one-bedroom apartment. And right, she may have been, for before Tim started hanging around with his new friends everything had been fine, as far as economics were concerned. Her husband held a job as lifeguard at the children's camp, teaching physically disabled children swimming-a humanitarian occupation that paid well enough until he turned up loaded on Quaaludes, a very strong tranquilizer, and fell asleep in the hot sun under the cooling umbrella of the life guards stand while a paraplegic went down for the second time in the deep end of the pool. After a half an hour deliberation, Mr. Samuels, the camp director, handed him a prewritten letter of resignation with a big red X marked below the signature line and three carbon copies. He couldn't get unemployment because of the nature of his "release," so Tim drank out of depression. Bloody Mary's for breakfast, when he bothered to rouse himself out of bed before noon; and for lunch it was a joint of marijuana and black coffee that carried him through til dinnertime when it was time for meeting Carl for a "before-dinner-drink."
Their money was running out fast. Already she'd discovered some of their wedding gifts that fell into the dubious category of "semi-valuables," such as silver platters and platinum napkin rings with TTS and SAS engraved in gothic lettering, had disappeared from ribbon-tied boxes stacked in the corner of the closet. She, herself, had hocked a few treasured pieces of her grandmother's antique jewelry, just to keep the water running and warm air blowing out of the dusty vents.
There had to be more to life! Why she loved him, despite these agonies, she didn't know. Why she stayed with him was a bigger mystery. It certainly wasn't because of their glorious sex life!
For instance, thought the despairing brunette as she stared blindly out the window at a row of garbage cans, when he came home last night smelling of cigar smoke and stale beer, I really wanted to make love to him, to get close. All he could manage to open his mouth, after the good dope his sleazy friends had turned him onto in men's room of the Golden Eye, the neighborhood tavern. Damn him! she said aloud, slamming her clenched fists on the table. I wanted to get close to him, like I used to. What's wrong, she thought, hanging her head in agony.
When we do make love, he just rolls over on top of me, without so much as an 'I love you, baby,' and yanks my legs apart. I try to respond and show some sign of being turned on, but when he just jabs his cock in me without any warm-up, I can't do much more than lay there with my eyes closed. I used to love to make it with him, but when all he thinks about is fucking it in me like a dirty, rutting animal and then grunting when he cums and rolls over and snores himself asleep, how am I supposed to act? I ask you God, she implored lifting her eyes to the ceiling, and gesturing with her lithe arms. What am I to do?
She couldn't help but feel that most of the problems in their marriage was because of Tim's drinking and growing necessity for escapism. Every time they had a minor disagreement, even as inconsequential as which Monday night movie to watch on TV-ABC or CBS-he'd head for the refrigerator and the beer. It had gotten to the point where the mere sound of the snap open of an aluminum can made Sara wince-she knew what would ensue. Not that she hadn't tried to help him out of his downward spiral, she told herself. She'd made suggestions as to which agency he should have interviews with, even offered to support him if he'd go back to school. Nothing worked. He just didn't want to be helped, to improve himself.
Just thinking about all these miseries gave Sara a headache, so she decided to treat herself to a real luxury ... a hot bath early in the day. Maybe then she wouldn't care how Tim spent his day, a gnawing suspicion upon which she didn't care to speculate at the moment. There were more impending issues to be resolved first ... like the next month's rent. So, with a half filled cup of coffee in one hand, and the morning paper stuffed under her arm, she headed for the bathroom, the room of resolve.
It was the only room in their apartment she felt comfortable in ... maybe it was because of the lock on the door that with one flip of the finger closed out the sordid reality of her life, or maybe it was the mock sumptuousness of the room-compared with the other two beer can littered cubicles. Before Tim was fired and they still had money to waste on post-honeymoon fineries that helped lift moods after a night of arguing or an added three pounds around the tummy, Sara had wallpapered the room in a bright pink stripe pattern. The landlord had not charged them for installing the white marble sink, topped with a huge gilt mirror that Sara had found in the basement of the apartment building while doing the laundry. The whole affect was one of ultimate femininity, and Sara always felt the tension drop away from her as she dumped in bubble bath and watched it rise in the tub.
As the bath was filling, Sara slipped off her robe and nightdress and scrutinized herself in the full-length mirror. On the whole, she was pleased with what she saw-she always was. That was one thing providence could not take away from her. After a few habitual twists before the mirror, she gingerly stepped on the scale and smiled as the needle stopped at 110 instead of 113. She lost 3 pounds from worry, she told herself, secretly not caring about the cause, only the effect.
The tub filled quickly and she lay back in the fragrant water, covering her shoulders with the creamy lather. The ends of her black hair floated for a moment and then sank into the foam. A sigh of contentment escaped her as the warm enveloping water seeped into her pores, drawing out all the worry and tension harbored there.
As she lay there soaking, she recalled the girl she had been at seventeen ... cheerful, vivacious, full of hope for a brilliant career ... maybe join the Peace Corps and help the world progress ... a far cry from the lonely, depressed person she was now. What had gone wrong? Was it in the stars or was it something she had done. She knew she had a habit of being rather selfish and demanding at times; but some people needed prodding and she'd married one of them.
Was it a mistake to have married Tim? she asked herself for the umpteenth time. She knew they didn't share the same interests: he liked active things, loud music, fast cars and rough sports, while she preferred the subtle refinement of classic music and jazz, books, and plays. Tears blinded her eyes as she thought of the endless litany of unfulfilled nights ... their frustrating sexual encounters ... they were almost strangers with each other.
Surely it wasn't all her fault they didn't make love very often ... or satisfactorily. She wasn't inhibited about sex!
Her mind reeled and her imagination probed the dark recesses of her mind, trying to come up with some reason for their estrangement. Certainly losing his job couldn't drive him to drink and take drugs the way it had. Remembering a tidbit of advice an old lover had thrown at her after a night of frustrating lovemaking, she weighed the wisdom in her mind: "The most ideal thing for a man would be to spend the rest of his life with the best fuck in the world." Hadn't she given Tim that? Hadn't she tried?
An imaginary lightbulb flicked on in her head as she recalled a night, not long before they were married ... an incident she'd blocked out of her consciousness, life being much easier to cope with, without--
She had just graduated from nursing training, and with her nursing license in hand, she'd gone to apply at the same camp from which Tim had so recently been fired. It hadn't been easy convincing Mr. Samuels that the camp needed an extra nurse but with the flirt-and-twist routine of a sexy woman well practiced in the art of turning on men, she'd gotten her way and went to work bandaging scrapes and bruises on the unfortunate children God had frowned upon. The nature of her work assuaged that guilt of not contributing to society and when her eyes fell upon the handsome lifeguard, her enthusiasm rose one hundred percent.
His name was Tim. A handsome, well built man of twenty five, they'd managed to make introductions while brushing shoulders in the lunch line. Sara hadn't even zipped into her nurse's uniform before they'd made a date.
It had been well into the second month of the mutual employment, remembered Sara blowing bubbles in the bathtub, that she and Tim had agreed to meet for an afternoon of lovemaking. As usual the rendezvous was scheduled on her day off, days when she would sleep late and loll around naked reading Vogue magazine in her one bedroom cabin two miles from the camp. Tim would bicycle out on his lunch hour and bring along a couple of stolen sandwiches from the camp's kitchen and a quart of beer.
On that particular day, the day that had almost ended their relationship (or perhaps, should have, reasoned Sara now) she had lain with her hand resting gently on her softly furred pubic mound when she heard unmistakable footsteps approaching the door. She waited happily for the knock she knew would come next.
"Sara," she heard his mellifluous voice softly through the door, "are you in there?" He knew she was, but it was a game they played. His knuckles rapped three times on the hollow wood of the door, and then he waited.
"Come in, baby," she'd replied, shifting her weight slightly against the silky blue cover of her double bed. He'd seen her naked before, and knowing that it turned him on to show off her body, she felt no shame whatsoever. After all, it was her house, her day off-he was the guest. So she brazenly lay there, spread nakedly out waiting for him on her bed, flipping absentmindedly through Time magazine.
Tim's green and white Addidas padded silently over to the bed, his eyes glued to her tanned form, his glance wandering from the white mounds of her breasts with their pink nipples now pointed and hard from the effects of the soft coverlet brushing over them, down over her smooth stomach to the black triangle of her pubic area.
"Jesus, Sara," the handsome man said, "you look like a center spread from Playboy. Boy are you gonna get it!"
Sara, despite her own brazen attitudes toward sex, always felt a slight embarrassment when Tim spoke that way to her. To think it was one thing, to say it was another. He could be crude at times, she thought, but the way men are sometimes you just have to put up with their imperfections. To tease him a bit more, she rolled over onto her stomach so that he could see her from the rear.
"Christ, what an ass you have!" she remembered him saying with obvious approval. Two perfect melons, they were, of beautiful curvaceously quivering flesh, ivory white from the protection of her bikini bottom, over the long, brown columns of her legs. As she lay on her stomach, he imagined he could see the tiny hairless anus that nestled up in the warm valley between her satin-fleshed ass cheeks.
Sara remembered how Tim had stood there stroking his imaginary beard as he looked down at her buttocks, his eyes darting for the nether passage of her crevice, maybe thinking that one day, but before the summer was over he was going to feel that tight little ass hole nibbling hungrily around his cock at least one time.
"Why don't you get naked like me?" she'd asked him, looking up at him where he stood in his white cotton knit shirt and shorts. "You're gonna get a great lunch, fella."
At those words, Tim felt a rush of anticipation as he saw the unmistakable look of eager lewdness of his girl friend's face. In fact, he could feel his cock begin to throb to life inside his shorts and he wasted no time pulling his tee-shirt over his head. Before she could turn a page of her magazine he'd slid down onto the coverlet next to her.
From delightful experience, Sara knew that this handsome dark -haired man was a strong lover. Sometimes he showed more brawn than brains, but then men aren't perfect. Tim could be downright shocking and crude at times, in fact even now he was only using her to satisfy his horniness, but he knew how to satisfy a woman on a sweet, breezy day off of work. That's what mattered.
For two months now, she and Tim had made love on a regular basis, but there were some things she'd enjoyed with other men that Tim hadn't done to her that she needed, if only to make her feel really appreciated for a little while. She had plans for this afternoon, too. For weeks, she had been thinking about how her young college lover's lips had once felt on her throbbing pussy licking and sucking her to a mind-blowing orgasm. But it had been a long time since he'd moved away, leaving her high and dry. She had been hinting around to Tim since he had first seduced her on this very bed two months before, and today she was determined that he would bring her to that wonderful, agonizing release she longed for.
With sensuous grace, she rolled over to where he lay on top of the bed. He grabbed her instantly and pulled her lushly ripened body in tight against his muscled hardness, grinding himself against the warm softness of her flesh.
"Oh, Sara, now you're in for it," he rasped excitedly as he felt his rigidly pulsing cock pressing against the shallow, softly yielding bowl of her belly. He reached down with one hand to grasp her long, shapely thigh, levering it up over his hip. "Open up, baby, Daddy's comin' home!"
"Tim!" Sara gasped in startled protest as she suddenly felt the broad rubbery head of his swollen cock nudging eagerly the outer lips of her pussy. She was moist from the excitement of her own secret plans, but not slippery enough yet up inside her cunt to take the full rampant thickness of his big male cock! Besides, this wasn't what she had planned-not so fast! She hated it when he just fucked her like this-like an automatic sex machine with no emotions. She tried to wriggle free but his big hands on her hips held her softly furred pussy mound tight against his loins. "Tim, wait, honey, I'm not ready yet. I'm still too dry!"
"Ooooooh, baby, I can't wait," he said uncaringly. "You know how much you turn me on, lying around like that, naked and everything. My cock's ready and it's comin' in!"
"No-ooooooooh!" Her indignant cry changed to a gasp of pleasure mixed with pain as the man beside her jerked his hips forward, forcibly driving the broad, fleshy tip of his blood-filled cock into her tightly resisting cunt. She quivered and moaned deep in her throat as another lunge of his pelvis sank his lust-swollen rod of flesh halfway up into her cunt. She heard him grunt with pleasure at the unusual tightness of her pussy around him, and double infuriated, she struggled to escape his grip.
"That's it, baby, move that hot little ass," he gasped in delight. Then, tightening his fingers in the supple flesh of her hips, he wrenched her body around, shifting his own weight simultaneously so that she was suddenly pinned to him, her legs being split wider apart as he spread his knees between them. Planting his hands above her shoulders, he levered his torso into a push-up position over her stiffly resisting body. As she made one final effort to force his thickly impaling cock out of her unwilling cunt, he laughed down at her teasingly.
"You know you can't get rid of Tim until he's finished with you, baby," he teased. "Besides, you enjoy it. You told me yourself-nobody can stuff your pussy like I do. Just feel that big old prick of mine rooting around up in there looking for that hot little cum button of yours!"
With that, he began to flex his hardness teasingly in her belly, making it throb to stretch wider the cringing walls of her cunt. Sara gritted her teeth, vowing to resist the tantalizingly sensuousness of it all. She wondered for perhaps the twentieth time in the last few weeks why she had anything to do with this big, unfeeling man-it was not the first time he had ignored her feelings. Then, even as she rejected him in her mind, she felt her body start to surrender to the thrilling feeling of his hot, hard flesh flexing and unflexing halfway up in the depths of her belly. Against her conscious will, her wildly tingling pussy began to grow moist and soft in response to the solid length of male flesh that he had snaked up into her unready body. As he grinned knowingly down at her, Sara felt her anger disintegrating, her hips beginning to rotate hungrily of their own volition.
"It's just too good to resist, right baby?" he gloated as he saw her lips open and her eyes start to shine with pleasure. "And I haven't even given it all to you yet! Don't you want it? Yeah, baby, let me hear you beg for my cock?"
"Oh, for heaven's sake," said Sara, looking away from his triumphant leer. Why does he have to brag about it, she thought to herself, why can't he be satisfied being a team. I'm not a toreador's bull to be played with, for chrissakes.
"Now, sweetheart, you can do better than that," he taunted her, moving his hips so that his rock hard cock fucked slightly in and out of her wetly blossoming cunt. When he heard her short involuntary moan of delight, he snickered, "You want it, baby. So come on and tell me. Tell me how much your pussy wants my big, hard, prick. Tell me how you love it when I fuck it up into your hungry little cunt."
Despite her disgust at his brutish attitude, Sara could feel her lust overwhelming her self respect. She couldn't hold out much longer and, besides, she knew he'd only become even more overbearing if she tried to withstand it now. She still shuddered at the thought of the last time when he had shoved his finger into her anus and had threatened to fuck her there, if she didn't "move that pussy with a little more spirit." God, why did she continue this unfulfilling little affair? Well, if things didn't get better, this would be it.
"All right, Tim, fuck me. Please, fuck me, I need it in my pussy," she whispered resignedly into his ear, then gasped as he suddenly thrust his hips forward, fucking the giant length of his long, thick cock into the depths of her feverishly clasping cunt. She shuddered with a brief spasm of pain as the blunt, swollen head fucked heavily into her cervix, then moaned with shameless delight as he lifted his buttocks to fuck it into her a second time. "Oh, yes, honey," she breathed in complete surrender. "Like that ... fuck me just like that."
From that moment on, the beautiful brunette woman deliberately abandoned herself to the glorious sensation of his deep powerful lunges, her hips grinding hungrily upward to meet his every filling stroke. The moistness and heat grew in her wildly ecstatic pleasure filled pussy as he fucked his rock hard length into her and she moaned and thrashed beneath him, her hands clutching deliriously at his rhythmically clenching buttocks to pull him more deeply into her belly.
It was not until Sara felt him begin to throb and swell in the eagerly working wetness of her pussy, his hips starting to move faster as his orgasm approached, that she remembered her own secret strategy for the afternoon. It wasn't too late! Desperately grasping his hips and waist, she tried with all her strength to push him away from her.
"Shit, baby, don't stop now!" his voice grunted down at her, harsh with urgency as the heat began to build in his cum filled testicles. With one quick motion of his powerful hands, he grabbed her wrists and continued to fuck relentlessly into her widespread loins. "Fuck your hot little pussy back! Damn, I'm getting ready to cum in your cunt! Fuck it back hot and tight!"
"Wait, Tim," the brunette woman wailed from under him. "I don't want to stop, I just want to do it another way. Please wait!"
As her pleading voice penetrated his lust filled brain, the dark -haired man gradually slowed the driving rhythm of his loins and grinned down at her in surprised appreciation. "Well, that's more like it, sweetheart," he nodded happily. "After all this time, you're finally loosening up. What do you want to do, baby? Just name it."
Sara gulped and mustered all her nerve. She'd never actually suggested anything like this before. "I ... I want to suck .you, Tim," she whispered tremulously. "I want you to cum in my mouth ... so I can taste it. I-I'd love to swallow your sperm, honey."
Tim laughed delightedly. "I bet you do," he agreed heartily. Then he frowned down at her. "But you better be ready to suck, baby, because I'm hot. I'm hot. I'm going to squirt so much cum down your throat, you'll think you're swimming in it!"
"Oh, yes, I want it," she cried eagerly as he slowly lifted his body off hers, his thick rigid cock pulling free of her clasping wet opening with a soft sucking noise. She felt a brief moment of regret as her tingling cunt was suddenly empty of the thrilling shaft of flesh, then forgot it, as she remembered the incredible sensation of her past lover's mouth sucking and tonguing her pussy until she was half crazy. She was half way there, she though happily.
Rolling on his back, Tim clasped his hands behind his head to watch as the lush bodied brunette climbed to her hands and knees. Her full, fleshy breasts dangled provocatively down from her chest, her pointed rosy nipples brushing against his thigh as she crawled closer to him. His thickly swollen cock jerked against his belly as she saw her licking her lips in nervous anticipation.
"Go on, baby. Bend down and gobble it up," he urged her, his voice hoarse with lust. "Stretch those sweet lips around my big cock. I'm going to drive it right down your throat!" he laughed foolishly.
Then he gasped as he felt the first moist lash of her quivering tongue over the swollen flesh of his cock head. This wasn't the first time Sara had sucked him off, but it was the first time she'd done it so eagerly without him having to half force her-is if she'd been starved for the taste of cock!
Her pink tongue whirled wildly around his pulsing hardness, sucking and licking it wetly, curling teasingly around just under the edge of the bloated circle of his cock head.
"Oh, suck it, suck it," he groaned, his eyes closing as he abandoned himself to the unbelievable sensations that were surging through his groin. Then a new shudder of pleasure shot through him as he felt the gentle nibbling pleasure of her moistly ovaled lips slipping down over the head and locking tightly around the blood filled trunk of his cock.
Sara quivered in secret triumph as she heard his gasping groans of pleasure. In another few moments, he would be so aroused that he might agree to anything she asked. She raised her head until just the smooth, rubbery tip of his pulsing hardness was enclosed in the warm moist pressure of her mouth, then slowly lowered her softly rounded lips down over it again, taking almost all of its heated length inside her cheeks. Then with a single bobbing motion, she began to fuck his long thick cock in and out of her tightly compressed mouth.
"Oh, baby, suck it harder! Eat it up!" Tim rasped as he lifted his head to stare down at the gorgeous woman's face slaving over him, her lips locked around the glistening cock. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as she worked feverishly over him, taking more and more of his wildly throbbing cock into her mouth. He didn't know what turned her on today, but he'd have to figure it out. He had planned to go out drinking with some of the fellows tonight, but he was beginning to consider staying right here in bed. This might just be the night he'd be able to get his cock up her tight little asshole!
The lewd thought sent a new surge of lustful excitement racing through his loins and he reached down to tangle his fingers in her long black hair, forcing her flushed face down savagely until his cock head fucked against the back of her throat. Ignoring her mumbled moans of protest, he fucked his thick pulsing cock even harder into the warmly sucking mouth. His brain was filled with lewd images of his cock sinking slowly into her tightly clenching little anus as he gaped at the supple lines of her naked body, her gleaming white buttocks thrust high into the air. Oh baby, he mused lustfully, you're going to get fucked tonight like you've never gotten fucked before." Just one good fuck in her sweet little asshole and he'd feel like a new man.
Sara knew that he was ready to cum. There was no mistaking the shudders of pleasure which were shaking Tim's muscular frame. At the same time, she could feel the crazy tingling of her own pussy between her legs, and she knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for. Without even lifting her wetly sucking mouth from his long pistoning hardness, she began to swivel her body around, shifting her position and lifting her leg over his face until her loins hovered directly over Tim's mouth. Then gathering all her courage, she raised her head from his throbbing pole of lust hardened flesh and whispered back over her shoulder.
"Do it to me, honey. Kiss my hot, slippery pussy hole, Tim, please!"
"What? Nothin' doin'!" the dark -haired man blurted out, momentarily forgetting about everything except his own primitive rejection of her request. Realizing that her soft warm mouth had lifted from his cock, he shoved her body to one side. Grabbing her head in his hands, he forced her mouth down over his upward thrusting cock, "some other time, baby, this is my trip. Now keep on sucking!"
His orgasm was fast approaching, and he tightened his hold on her head as he began fucking his wildly jerking cock faster and faster up to her beautiful face. He heard her choking as his long, thick hardness pummeled against the back of her throat, but he didn't care. His burgeoning cock began to jerk uncontrollably as the first hot gush of boiling sperm erupted from his balls and spewed up into Sara's more forcefully sucking mouth.
The lovely brunette's whole body was stiff with fury at his uncaring rejection of her plea, but she had no choice but to swallow the spewing white cum that shot, torrent after torrent, into her constricting throat. She had to gulp quickly to keep from choking on the boiling sperm that poured without letup into her mouth and even then, little white streams of cum and saliva escaped and trickled thinly out from the corners of her tightly stretched lips. She gasped and coughed around the huge pulsating cock, but he continued to squirt his hotly scalding semen far back against her tonsils, his hips writhing wildly as he strained to sink his cock even deeper down the back of her throat.
Finally it was over. He drained the last of his fiery semen into her reluctantly sucking lips and then with a heavy grunt, his body relaxed back on the coverlet. His clutching hands slipped away from her head as the rapidly deflating cock slipped from her cum-glistening lips. Her brown eyes bright with anger, Sara rose from the bed and strode quickly to the bathroom. She was trembling with anger and disappointment. This man was so typical of the male gender: all he cared about was his own gratification. She carefully washed out her mouth with Lavoris and every other part of her body with a soapy washcloth before emerging into her room, Without saying anything to the dark--haired man with the grin of a Cheshire cat stretched languidly on her bed, she quickly began putting on her clothes-any clothes. She had to get out of that room and away from that, that brute.
"Hey, wait a minute...." protested Tim. "Where the hell you think you're goin'?" he protested lazily as he saw her begin to step into her summer sandals.
His casual assumption that she should stick around for more of his unkind treatment only added fuel to her already blazing fury. "Next time save me the trouble and just play with yourself, fella," she snapped as she hurried across the room to grab her purse before heading for the door. "That's what it is, right? You don't give a damn if I have an orgasm ... as long as Tim gets what he wants. Right?"
He lifted his eyes to stare back at her, his dark eyes wide with a dull attempt at innocence. "What's the matter, Sara? I thought you liked to suck me off ... hey, and remember it was your idea," he gruffed, raising up on one lazy elbow.
"Yeah, well how about me? Am I supposed to cum just from the thrill of tasting your cock?" Her voice trailed off, and she knew there was no point in continuing the discussion. Throwing her purse over her shoulder, she shot him a furious glance and said, "If you can't start treating me like a woman instead of some darned sex machine, then just forget about this stupid little affair. It's all a game to you anyhow. You don't give a damn how I feel. You proved that today. Lick your own cock, lover," she hissed and slammed the door shut behind her.
Tim lay back on the bed and checked the clock. Damn, he was already late for this afternoon's swimming lessons. But he didn't care, he had to figure out what had just happened. He knew she must be mad because of his refusal to suck her pussy, but that made no difference. Women weren't, supposed to expect that of a man ... and they sure as hell weren't supposed to ask for it! But then again, she was a good fuck ... one of the best and he didn't want to lose her, so the next day she'd opened the door to the knock of a florist who handed her a dozen red roses along with a penciled note from Tim: "I love you. Want me to prove it?"
So she'd given him another try and after a month of mind-shattering orgasmic oral love makings, she'd agreed to marry him. But as the old saying goes, "it was all downhill after the honeymoon". Now, six months later, she was in the gullies of marriage: no sex, no money.
CHAPTER TWO
The cuckoo clock in the living room struck twelve when Sara emerged from the lavender bubbles and wrapped a towel around her thick black mane of hair and slipped her feet into terry cloth slippers. She padded to the kitchen where she poured herself another cup of coffee before settling down in the burgundy overstuffed chair to rest her feet on the matching ottoman. The Help Wanted-Women section of the newspaper crackled as she folded it in half.
"Hmmmm," she thought aloud, glancing over the columns of "Nursing Help Wanted" opportunities. I guess it's back to bedpans and white stockings, but then, anything would be better than nothing at all! It could not be denied: the rent was due, the telephone bill was not yet paid and they'd already gotten a five days notice on PG&E....
But wait a minute! There was something interesting: "Nurse wanted to spend summer months taking care of teenaged brothers. Liberal pay and fringe benefits. Prefer young woman with maternal interests."
Hey, now that sounded like something a young vivacious woman like Sara could enjoy. The telephone number was a local one, she noticed, and when she called she made an appointment with a soft spoken woman with a slight Italian accent who informed her that the interview had to take place that day because the agency Mrs. Levinson had contacted to find her a nursemaid had found no one, and they had to leave the next day.
An hour later, Sara, dressed in one of her more conservative summer dresses, was roaring down the highway toward Shore Acres, a wealthy suburb of Morrisson. The engine killed twice in one intersection, her hands were wet and icy from anxiety, and all she could think about was having her own income to buy a new winter coat-maybe even a fur one.
Shore Acres, as Sara was soon to discover, was located in one of the finest areas in the lush, green hills bordering the western edge of Morrisson. It was in an area that caught the morning and noon sun, but had a cooler late afternoon and evening than the majority of flat, fertile land around it. Sara drove her Volkswagen through Morrisson and up the winding, narrow streets, pulling the sun visor down as the sparkling rays blinded her eyes.
The Levinson home was an older one, built around the middle twenties when the national economy was booming and no end was in sight. The chicken was in every pot, optimism that the world was without further war and the country was forever prosperous overshadowing the gathering dark clouds of the future. As a result, the original owner had gone all out to build a house sturdy enough to last long after he was dead and gone-prophetic enough for the owner had committed suicide on the awful day in 1929.
The kitchen had been remodeled twice, and the cellar redone and paneled into a game room for the spoiled Levinson boys who just had to have a pool table, and the backyard gazebo was removed and a swimming pool installed, but basically it was the same house it had always been.
Sara was soon to find out that the Levinsons had bought it shortly after they'd been married. It was then far out of their price range, but Ed Levinson had gambled on his ability as a plastic surgeon and as a result he had happily ensconced in an ever growing practice. They had no desire to move ... ever. It had everything they could have wanted in a family house. It was located in a fashionable neighborhood; it was surrounded by well grown fruit trees and shrubs which provided a healthy environment for two growing boys; the people on this block were of the PTA type, interesting in Montessori schools and day care centers ... and they voted liberal Democrat.
Sara drove up the circular drive and parked in front of the wide veranda. The scarlet vine entwined around the latticework, and a yellow and black butterfly flitted among the green shrubs, finally landing on the head of a metal statue. It took to the air as Sara got out of her car and stepped to the front door.
A sensuously beautiful woman opened the door. She smiled and said, "Come in. You must be Sara. So glad you could make it so soon."
"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," answered Sara, offering her hand in courteous gesture.
"I was out in the pool," apologized Mrs. Levinson. "That's why I'm still barefoot," she laughed carelessly, walking down the hall toward the back of the house. Sara followed, clutching her purse nervously. They went from the hall through a sitting room filled with furniture of the Empire period, then through a pantry and out into the backyard. The screen door gently closed behind them, the pump brake on top of it hissing slightly.
The backyard was mottled with shafts of sunshine intermingling with areas of shade. The patio was covered with more lattice, hardy grape and other unidentifiable vines that Sara had never seen before, growing around and through the slats. Mrs. Levinson sat down in a metal lawn chair and waved her hand to the one next to it, indicating for Sara to sit down as well. The glass topped table before them had a platter of sandwiches and a pitcher of wine.
"Well, Sara. Tell me about yourself," began Mrs. Levinson with a steady, piercing gleam in her dark sloe eyes.
Looking her straight in the eye, Sara informed her potential employer that she was married, had worked at a children's camp just six months ago, and expounded upon her interest in summer time employment. Laura Levinson looked at her with approval, her dark eyes speaking for her as she sipped on a glass of wine punch.
"Sounds wonderful, dear. Now let me tell you something about the Levinson family," she interrupted with a haughty air. Sara had the distinct feeling that, if given the time, Laura would be more than happy to haul out the family photo albums. Was it snobbishness she felt from this wealthy woman who obviously had everything ... jealousy? She wriggled in her chair and feigned interest, careful not to slight the woman's sense of self importance.
The job, I need the job, she kept reminding herself every time her mind started drifting off as the dark -haired woman droned on about how her husband was going to a conference in Italy on plastic surgery and how this was to be their second honeymoon ... the first having been spent in the Alps skiing. Yes, they were both ski freaks but with two boys to raise their wasn't much time for that now....
Sara's hot and cold fingers played with the pleats in her cotton summer dress wishing the woman would just shut up and tell her if she had the job.
A half hour had passed and the woman was still on the subject, talking as she picked at the plate of sandwiches and sipping her wine. Sara followed her example, but without appetite.
"The boys ... are they here today?" Sara asked, hoping it would jar the physician's wife into the significance of the moment.
"Oh, no," she said, quickly swallowing her mouthful. "They're at their piano lessons this afternoon."
Surreptitiously, Sara glanced down at her wrist watch. "Mrs. Levinson, how about if I come back tomorrow to meet the boys and you can make your decision...."
"My decision? Oh, my dear," laughed Laura. "If you want the job it's yours. One hundred fifty a week, no taxes. You can stay here if you like. It's not necessary since the boys grandparents live in the area."
"Sounds like a satisfactory arrangement." Money, my God, I'll have money again! "Mrs. Levinson, I really have to go now. What time tomorrow? Nine? Oh, that would be fine."
Sara looked out on the broad expanse of the lawn and thought how peaceful, how serene and healthy it was. Yes, this job would give her ample opportunity to make decisions in a neutral environment ... like what should be done about her marriage.
She left then, giving each room a careful glance to imprint it in her mind, knowing that tomorrow it would be her second home. Her home away from home, so to speak. She smiled in triumph as, in her beige Volkswagen she completed the circle of the driveway, headed back for Morrisson....
Sara felt elated with her good fortune and brimming with self confidence. She whistled as she turned the corner to her apartment building. In the back of her mind she kept thinking about Tim, how he would respond when he found out she had gotten a job. For some unexplainable reason she felt guilty. Not that she had anything to feel guilty about. She wished that things were better between she and Tim-like they used to be back at the children's camp when he would sneak into her room and they'd make love til the sky turned grey and then pink.
Well ... when he comes home tonight I'll tell him about my new job, how our worries are over and then we'll have dinner and spend the rest of the night in bed. He'll have to believe I really love him then. Oh, it will be wonderful. Our worries are over with!
But when she walked in the door, her face flushed with excitement, it was like stepping into an opium den. Tim was slumped over in the burgundy overstuffed chair, sipping a beer between puffs on the marijuana joint that passed from Tim's hand to his friend's and back again. Longer interims between each puff with each exchange....
Her heart started beating louder and her anger flared just at the sight of such debauched laziness.
"Hi, baby," crooned Tim, his voice nearly a whisper and he smiled up at her, his eyes clouded and distant looking as he held out his hand to draw her down onto his lap.
But just to keep peace, she smiled and kissed him on the cheek, wriggling in his lap, hoping to feel a delicious bulge in his pants. I've got to try, she reminded herself, I can't get angry every time I see him drinking or smoking ... it's not fair. "Guess what, honey," she purred salaciously, playing with the top button on his shirt, "I've got a job."
"A what?"
"I'm going to work tomorrow taking care of two boys out in Shore Acres...."
"The Ritz, huh?" He looked at his wife disapprovingly, his eyes narrowing to two slits. "What's the matter, don't you think I can take good enough care of you?" His voice was low and slurred.
Here we go again, thought Sara with despondency. Nothing seems to please him. But I have to try ... have to try....
"Honey," she said, reaching up to turn his masculine chin with her fingertips to force him to look at her. "Honey, why don't we go into the bedroom and celebrate, huh? Like we used to? Remember?" She didn't care if his friend heard her.
For a moment a flicker of hopeful anticipation passed through the woman's veins as she stared into those baby blue eyes. God, but they made her melt! Now she knew why she put up with him despite their troubles. A strange mixture of boy and man, so enticing, so innocent at times and yet so strong and determined at others. So frail and yet so hearty. So much that could drive her crazy with lustful desire when he put his mind to it! God, how she wanted him to lift her up, throw her over his shoulder and lay her down on the bed and take off her clothes piece by piece until she lay naked, writhing under his tickling touch.
"Remember what?" he asked her coldly. He sat up straight so she had to cling to him to keep from falling off the chair ... like a cat you were tired of petting. "Wasn't last night good enough for you? Aren't I a good enough lover for you anymore?"
"Tim ... oh Tim, no! Don't start on that again, please...." Sara covered her face with her hands and, jumping up from his lap, ran for the bedroom. The door slammed behind her with an enormous thud.
When the last tissue in the box lay in a wet pile next to her, she dried her eyes and went to the bathroom to turn on the bath water. Why, oh God, why do I put up with him? Why do I still love him so?
CHAPTER THREE
The alarm clock buzzed angrily at precisely eight o'clock the next morning. Drugged with sleep, Sara lifted her head off the pillow and pushed in the button just in time before the second alert went off: flashing lights. If at all possible, she didn't want to awaken Tim and go through that awful fight again. Once was enough. Anyway, she should have known better than to bring up the frightful subject of sex when Tim was loaded. She knew it made him feel inadequate when she expressed a need to make love. But God, what was she supposed to do? End up a dried up old woman by the time she was thirty just to save her husband's ego?
My mother told me the first year was supposed to be the hardest, she told herself as she turned on the gas stove under the coffee pot, not caring that it was yesterday's coffee. I'll stick it out, she thought resignedly. I still love him, even though he doesn't seem to love himself these days. It's just a passing thing and it'll work out, she reassured herself as she smeared a rainbow of eye shadow over her sleep-puffy lids.
A few sips of coffee and she was out the door, a note to Tim laying on the kitchen table telling him she'd taken the car and that she would be back in time for dinner.
The Levinson's home appeared especially domicile in the morning sun that filtered through the thickly wooded lawn. Maybe someday she and Tim would own a house like this, and maybe even have a couple of boys, too. She was beginning to wonder if there was any man who could take all the love arid affection she could offer, without hurting her in return. Maybe that was what age was all about ... giving into that fact of life.
She sat the kitchen table drinking coffee, watching with the keen eye of an observer as the Levinson's made last minute decisions. Their plane was scheduled for take off in less than an hour, and they still had not called a limousine. No, there was nothing Sara could do to help, she was informed so she sat there voyeuristically going through the panic of misplaced earrings and checking baggage for the tickets ... Oh God, where had Laura put them? Forty minutes passed this way until finally the taxi driver threw their baggage in the trunk and sped off with no one to say bon voyage but Sara who stood there dumbly wondering where the boys were.
These, and many other queries were answered when, enroute to acquaint herself with the house, she discovered a long list of doctors phone numbers along with those of closest of kin and a flight and reservation schedule in the family study. Attached was a lengthy schedule outlining the boys piano lessons which Sara would be expected to chauffeur them to on Wednesdays. Thursdays, said the note, was their "open day" and they were free to choose their own entertainment, which today would be a swimming party. Other directions, such as the location of her room-should she find it necessary to stay overnight-the boys 'preferred' meals, and the names and addresses of 'preferred friends' who were allowed on the property since vandalism by upper middle class teenagers was rampant in the area, were described in full.
But where were the boys?
The sensation of being in someone else's home was disturbing at first, but she began to feel more comfortable after the first hour spent just walking around the house trying to get a feeling for how this wealthy family spent its leisure time, where they had traveled, what kind of food they liked, religion if any ... all important questions for a woman expected to fill a maternal role to strangers.
The sun was nearly overhead when she heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching the house. Pulling the polka-dot curtain aside, Sara peeked out the kitchen window to see a young boy turn off and lock his dirt bike next to the garage. His face was fresh and guileless as he neared the house in a half run.
The front door flew open with a bang.
"Hi! You must be Sara," said the boy as he yanked back a shock of blonde hair that kept obstinately veiling his vision.
"And you are?"
"I'm Steve. My brother Terry is younger than me. He's thirteen and I'm fourteen." He headed for the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk, tilted back his head and gulped thirstily at the liquid. When he'd drunk his fill, he put it back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You comin' to our swimming party today? Laura says we can have as many parties as we want when they're gone."
"Laura? Oh, you mean your mother." Sara studied the boy quizzically from his tie-dyed tee-shirt to his Addidas, noticing everything about the boy was somehow too polished and too fashionable, as if he'd stepped out of a magazine ad. These kids are spoiled rotten, I'll bet, she thought. "What kind of parties do you have?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. Laura has everything catered when the maid is on vacation. Do ya think we can have a couple of make out parties while you're here?" Steve's eyes grew bigger and bluer, reminding Sara of her own husband's little boy expression when he'd ask for favors ... before things went rotten on them.
"Make out parties? You mean with girls?" she laughed, wondering if Mrs. Levinson knew about her son's precocious activities, or if the boy was just pulling her leg.
"For real, Sara."
I can see discipline is going to be a problem with these boys, thought Sara, crossing her arms over her chest in an unconscious defensive pose. Make out parties, swimming parties, catering, piano lessons, dirt bikes ... probably has a garage full of bicycles and boats too. And I can't even pay my rent!
Steve ran for the stairs leading to the second story of the spacious three story house. "Gotta get ready! The gang'll be here any second!" he called over his shoulder as he disappeared from sight, taking the steps two at a time.
The boys arrived one at a time until the pool was alive with arms and legs and heads popping up at one end and disappearing again in a continual movement as if some great force was stirring them up, like chocolate chips into the batter, until they blended into a swirl of color.
Sara seated herself in one of the white metal chairs on the veranda, her generously curving lips pursed into a hard line, watching the sun tanned young bodies glistening in the pool. Tim was on her mind; she wondered what he was like when he was a child. Was he aggressive like Steve? A group of young boys crowding around Steve caught her eye. They looked so fresh and innocent, so trusting and responsive. Responsive ... that's the secret to youth, she mused as she sipped iced tea. As they splashed and romped in the pool, Sara wondered how long they would stay that way. Undoubtedly each one of them would grow up to be just like all the men before them, cold-blooded, heartless men who cared about women only in relationship to their ego, as if women were somebody to toy with and use only for their own gratification.
Last night she had lain alone and awake, feeling the sensual need pulsing unabated in her loins while her husband sat in the next room drinking beer with his sleazy friend and listening to loud music until late into the night. What was wrong? Wouldn't any red-blooded male give his right arm to have a woman who wanted and verbally admitted she wanted sex with him? Wanted to show her love and give it? Surely every male alive couldn't feel that way or no one would be around to propagate the species.
The youngsters crowding around Steve broke her reverie. "Hey, nurse! Come in! The water's fine!" they called happily. Three of the boys were standing in the water grinning up at her, yelling their greetings. "Come and play with us, nurse!
Steve says you're a fine lady!" they called beseechingly.
She had to laugh at their enthusiasm, their sense of equality.
"I'd love to," she called back, "but I don't have a swimming suit."
"That's okay," said Steve back stroking for the edge of the pool just feet away from where she was sitting near the deep end. "Just take off your dress. Nobody around here cares."
"Steven," she said teasingly. "I can't do that, now can I? What would your mother think?"
"Laura?" he wrinkled up his nose, squinting against the summer sun. "She don't wear nothin' when she goes swimming."
"Oh, come now ... surely she must...."
"No, really!"
"Even when there are boys around?" asked Sara, her curiosity piqued, she wanted to hear more about this mother who let her children call her by her first name and who swam in the nude.
Steve turned to his friend Robert who stood behind with his feet apart, hands on hips, mouth open and staring at the Levinson's summer nurse. His hair hung clingingly to his forehead, accentuating his out-of-proportion ears and nose, so typical of growing youth. Sara had to laugh as the boy stared unabashedly at her tanned lithe legs and she uncrossed them and stretched them out in front of her, just far enough apart for the boy to see the tantalizing space between her legs.
"Huh?" Robert's mouth was still open when Steven jabbed him in the ribs.
"Ain't that right? Mom swims in the nude all the time."
"Yeah, She does. Steve ain't lyin'," agreed Robert, his eyes still glued to that mysterious space.
Well, why not, thought Sara. If their mother doesn't wear anything maybe it wouldn't be out of place for me to just slip out of this dress and swim in my panties and bra. They're just little kids and they want to feel as if they still have their mother around, I guess. Besides, churning around in the water might liven up my spirits.
She reached for her zipper to pull her dress down over her shoulders, a casual movement as though she were getting ready to go to bed. Remembering she'd worn a pair of bright colored flowered bikini panties, she smiled, knowing they were close enough to a swimming suit and covered more than some suits she'd seen on the beaches. Her back was turned so she didn't see the pointing fingers and repressed giggles as she slipped out of her summer dress.
"You really think you can keep up with me?" she asked jokingly as she carefully folded her dress and set it on the chair.
The glazing sunlight felt good on her lushly endowed body, covered only by the narrow bands of her bikini panties and pink lace bra. The boys laughed as she jokingly pinched her nose with one hand, squeezed her eyes shut tight, and threw herself into the water. She swam to the other side of the pool, churning water with her legs and arms as fast as she could.
When she surfaced at the other side she glanced around at the pool full of boys. Little boys are such a mystery, she thought, so enthusiastic and' spontaneous. She thought of her own brother who used to lock himself in his room for hours on end. It wasn't until years later that Sara realized he must have been in there masturbating. If only these young boys knew what pleasures were in store for them a few years from now, when they discovered what a soft, furry little hole girls had up between their legs.
Better quit thinking about sex, she told herself as she felt the persistent tingling begin to appear again up between her thighs. After yesterday's mounting frustration, her body was still edgy and excitable. Just the thought of sex, even in association with these little boys, was triggering a response in her sensually awakened body, a hot hungry throbbing deep in her pussy. She clenched her strong, shapely thighs tightly together under the water and frowned as a thrilling electric shock seared through her loins from the sudden pressure on her clitoris. God, how long had it been since she'd had a real mind blowing climax?
"Hey, I beat you!" the panting young voice suddenly intruded her thought.
Sara looked up in surprise at the boy who leaned against the edge of the pool a few feet away from her, his big, clear blue eyes wide with amazement as he noticed the other boys still splashing through the pool. He met her gaze and smiled shyly, adding, "I bet you didn't know I was following you, did you?"
Sara grinned and shook her head. She was about to dive back into the water when a blond -haired boy popped up. "You Sara? I'm Terry. You're a pretty lady," he said, and dove back into the water, racing to catch up with friends who were flailing across the pool.
She stared after him, startled by something she didn't quite understand. Just before the youngster had slipped into the water again, he had looked at her ... in a way that made her breath catch in her throat. Terry was only thirteen, she knew, but in that second before he had submerged again, his wide, innocent eyes had changed somehow, taking in the sight of her body with an almost grown up lust. Just then, his gaze had seemed to linger on the strips of her bra, devouring her breasts and the raised mound of her sex.
Was she imagining it? she wondered nervously. Was she that sex hungry today? Whatever was wrong with her, her hotly pulsating pussy was burning up and as the youngsters left her unwatched, she had to stifle the urge to slip her hand under her panties and rub the tingling lips of her pussy.
A splash of water brought her back to life and another young boy surfaced just long enough to stare between her breasts at the deep cleavage, open his mouth for air, and go under again.
God, she had to get a grip on herself before these little boys wondered what was the matter. She was just standing there staring into space.
A group of two paddled in the water, hanging onto the edge of the pool not far away. Despite the shrill screams of boyish laughter, she distinctly heard a youthful voice comment, "Jeez, look at her tits. They look huge!" She turned her head; it was Terry.
"Shhhh, she'll hear you," said another. "Did you see her pussy hairs sticking out of her bikini?" came from another boy.
Barely able to believe what she'd heard, Sara started swimming, plowing from one edge of the pool to the other in record time. Her face was flaming with anger and embarrassment when she stood up before the boys again. Suddenly feeling all exposed in her brief excuse for a bathing suit. Turning her back, Sara jumped out of the pool and plumped herself down in a sundeck chair.
Her dark eyes glittered with resentment as she stared blindly across the pool and over the shrubbery to the view of the lawn beyond. They were the ones who suggested, not her. After this, she would ignore their requests for companionship and act more like a nurse. Even at twelve and thirteen and fourteen they were already beginning to talk like grown up men: "big tits, hot pussy!" The little monsters! What did they really know about women, anyhow?
Again the frustration and emotional torrents let loose and Sara felt her emotional control breaking down. Hot salty tears rose in her eyes, even as she again became aware of the stubborn pulsing in her female flesh, deep in the valley of her thighs. It was useless to find kindness or appreciation from a man, she thought miserably. They just didn't care. None of them cared, including her husband ... and him most of all. Then, through her tear blurred vision, she noticed that one of the boys had raised his head out of the water.
It was Terry and he looked concerned. "Is something wrong, nurse?"
"Call me Sara, please." No, there's nothing wrong," she said, blinking back her tears. She felt immediately guilty for her harsh answer and she saw him gazing back at her, his expression sincere. Had she imagined it all? she wondered again. Well, one way or another, she had to carry on with this job and they were only boys. Her clothes tucked under her arm, she headed for the house, leaving Terry there by the side of the pool, alone and staring after her as she walked away.
Up the steps and to the right, she walked into her bedroom normally reserved for guests, but was to serve as her room for the next few months. On the other side of the window she could hear the last of the boys' conversation and laughter as they splashed in the pool below. The room was hot from the noon time sun blazing through the window and she went to the window to let in some fresh air. She could feel the beginning of a sun burn on her shoulders, despite the tan she already had. Cool air would help the burn from going deeper, she thought and almost unconsciously unhooked her bra with her free hand.
She stepped away from the window then and with a sigh shrugged out of the damp garment, gasping softly as the cool air of the room chilled her breasts, causing the nipples to tighten into hard little points of flesh.
Without thinking, she rubbed her fingers over the tips, warming them with her hands. It was an automatic reaction, something she did every day when she removed her clothing, but this afternoon, the touch of her own fingers against the sensitive flesh provoked an unusual response, a thrilling jolt that seared down into her belly. Almost at once, she was uncomfortably aware of the elastic fabric of her bikini panties, stretched snugly over the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, and she wriggled nervously on the bed. Another shock of excitement raced through her loins as her cuntal furrow rubbed down against the wool coverlet.
Damn you, Tim, the shapely black-haired woman cursed under her breath. She couldn't even lie down on the bed without feeling the effects of his rotten selfishness! She rose to peel off her bikini panties, rolling the damp stretchy fabric down over her long firm thighs, but, as the cool air rushed over her suddenly exposed pussy, she caught her breath and sank down on the bed again. She had been thinking of going back down to the pool to keep an eye on the boys, but she decided instead to lie on the bed and stroke herself into a much needed orgasm. God, she couldn't stand it any longer!
Kicking away the flowered bikini panties that still clung wetly to her legs, Sara stretched lazily on the bed, feeling her muscles tighten sensuously under her sun bronzed skin. God, she'd been needing this for so long, and now that she'd made up her mind, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be using the privacy of her second home for her sexual release. God knows she wasn't getting anything but frustration at home! With a smile of anticipation, she slowly spread her legs apart and let her hands drift down the shallow bowl of her belly into the black thatch of her pubic hair. Her brown eyes were half-closed, the thick, dark lashes fluttering over her cheeks as her fingers lightly brushed the swollen bud of her clitoris. Already she could feel the lips of her love-starved pussy growing hot, tingling and throbbing under the gentle rubbing pressure of her fingertips. It wouldn't take long....
Sara raised her other hand to cup one after the other of the full fleshed globes of her breasts, taunting the tightly clenched nipples between her fingers. She moved deliberately savoring each sensation her hands could cull from her sensually responding body. While the fingers of her right hand pinched lightly at the throbbing outer lips of her cunt, her left hand cupped each of her heaving breasts in turn, tightly squeezing the firm resilient mounds. As her breath began to come out in short labored gasps, Sara felt the lust that was smoldering in her loins ignite into a blazing fire of lust.
Her long shapely legs began to scissor open and closed as she rhythmically stroked at the hotly throbbing nipple of her clitoris. Her eyes became glazed and smoky, and she felt her nerve endings tingling with the needs built up within her while her smooth rounded buttocks twisted frantically against the bed. Her full sensuous mouth fell open in wanton delight as her trembling fingers slid downward to the soft, hair-covered lips of her pussy and pulled them outward to expose the tiny opening that throbbed hungrily between them.
Tenderly, she wormed her outstretched middle finger into the moistly quivering hole, forcing it into the clasping wet passageway until her entire finger was fucked up inside the warm, liquid tightness. A shudder of delight rippled through her naked body as she began to fuck it slowly in and out of her hungrily working belly, feeling her greedy cunt walls pulling and nibbling on her finger.
Then, suddenly afraid to pause as her excitement mounted, Sara quickly thrust another finger past the swollen flanges of her ever-moistening cunt, gradually widening the lips as she rotated the inserted fingers deeply around up inside her cunt with sensual abandon. Disconnected images of Tim fucking his lust-hardened cock into her hotly writhing body began to flash through her mind as she drove her hips eagerly upward to meet each downward movement of her fingers into her cock hungry cunt.
Then, gradually, almost before she realized what was happening, the erotic visions in her mind began to change ... Tim's face faded from her consciousness to be replaced by ... the boys! Lost now in her race for fulfillment, Sara barely wondered as she pictured the faces and vibrant young bodies of the teenage youngsters whom she could still hear outside her window in the swimming pool. They were different somehow, their sweet young features etched with eager smiles of desire. But they were the boys-peering at her naked body, reaching out to touch her flesh in youthful wonder, stroking their virile young cocks into aching hardness before her lewdly hungering eyes!
At any other moment, Sara would have been horrified by what she was imagining, but, in her present state of desperate arousal, the strange visions only seemed to stimulate her more. She sighed rapturously as she pictured a strong boyish body pressed against her own, a slender adolescent cock filling her hungering cuntal hole with a heated presence her own fingers could never simulate. It was crazy, she knew, but in some strange way, the idea excited her, and she pulled her knees back up to touch her breasts and lewdly ground her hips upward to meet each delightful stroke of her fingers fucking into her desire drenched cunt.
Delving down between her legs with her other hand, Sara began to feverishly pinch and tease at the tiny, swollen bud of her clitoris while her hotly clenching buttocks danced insanely to the savage rhythm of her driving fingers. Choked gasps of animal pleasure arose in her throat, and her face contorted to a wild mask of lust, she speeded into a more rapid rhythm, straining for the orgasm she needed so badly. Her long black hair tossed around her face as she reached for her orgasm ... and hung there....
The lovely woman hovered for what seemed like centuries on the edge of a climax, and she placed both hands over her straining young cunt, almost frantically massaging and fingering the hot slippery inner walls with all her strength. Sara forced herself to finger fuck long after she realized that she was panting with exhaustion, until, finally, her hands dropped loosely down between her thighs and she groaned aloud, shuddering with frustration. She just couldn't reach an orgasm this way right now! She needed a real cock ... a real live cock!
As her body ceased its nervous shaking and her breathing slowed to a normal pace, the curvaceous woman seemed dimly aware of the fact that she should probably be closing the guest room door now. She could hear nothing from outside that would indicate any other human presence ... except a strange, low breathing sound from near the steps!
The moment she realized what she was hearing, Sara was on her feet, her ears straining toward the sound of the heavy panting breath. Walking quickly to the door, she grabbed her dress and held it in front of her naked body to cover her breasts and pubic mound. Although she knew it probably wasn't anything other than her imagination that seemed to be running away with her rational senses today, she had a sudden fear that someone-one of the boys perhaps-had been watching her, while she was wantonly playing with her pussy. The thought made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Squaring her shoulders determinedly, she turned toward the door and had one hand on it when she saw Terry Levinson standing near the head of the stairs, desperately trying to stuff into his swimming trunks the slender erection that jutted from his youthful loins. Sara's heart missed a beat as her eyes lighted on the virile shaft of blood swollen flesh that stubbornly protruded from the opening in the teenager's swimming trunks, despite his flustered attempts to stuff it out of sight.
"Terry, what in the world are you doing in here when all your friends are outside having a good time in the pool?" the startled nurse asked in what she hoped was a sufficiently horrified voice, even as her gaze locked on the younger Levinson's boy's penis.
For the first time, the youngster lifted his gaze from his problems with his swimming trunks to meet her eyes. When he saw the incredulous expression on her beautiful face, he blushed and quickly turned around, hiding his hardened masculinity from her wide brown eyes. Standing there half naked the young boy bent over with a renewed effort to cram his unruly member into his trunks. From where she stood, Sara could plainly see the blush that turned his face and neck a deep hot pink.
"Answer me, Terry," she persisted, taking a strange delight in his discomfiture. Driven by an emotion she could barely explain, even to herself, the shapely nurse took a few steps to the side, trying to get a better look at the boy's slender pole of hardened cock flesh.
When he noticed her movement and turned modestly away from her probing eyes, Sara made a sudden decision. Striding quickly to the head of the stairs where the youngster cowered, she placed her hand on his shoulder and turned him forcefully around. The stiffened cock that had been half wedged into his tight fitting swim shorts once again sprang free of its confinement, the turgid red fleshed head spearing into the air, even as Terry stared at it in guilty horror.
"I ... I came up here to get my...." he stuttered nervously, his gaze darting feverishly in the direction of his room at the end of the hall, as he tried to think of a viable excuse for going to his room. As Sara gazed stonily down at him, his face grew red, and he edged nervously back against the banister. "You see, Robert took my, um...."
"Well, I can see one thing he didn't take," Sara coldly interrupted his bumbling monologue with a crisp gesture toward the still rigid rod of flesh that soared from the fly of his swimming trunks. "Don't you think you should put that away?"
As the youngster once again bent to fumble with his swollen sex, anxiously avoiding her gaze, Sara was surprised to feel a wild surge of excitement reawakening in her loins. She'd never seen a male act like this, so shy about the exposure of his sex organs. It was entirely a new sensation to her to feel as though she were controlling the lad's feeling, and she wasn't sure she disliked it. After more than a month of Tim's drunken behavior and lack of sexual appetite, it was a pleasant change to find a male who was actually fear stricken when she stared at his stone hard cock ... even if he was just a tender young adolescent!
Struggling to keep from smiling, she first interrogated him. "What exactly have you been doing out here, Terry? Now tell me the truth!"
To her astonishment and inextricable delight, she saw a big grin brighten up the boy's face. He shook his head and said, "I'm really sorry, Sara, but I didn't think you'd mind. My mom lets me watch sometimes ... I mean, she doesn't yell at me." Then with the sudden realization that what he had done was wrong, he hung his head miserably down on his chest. "I'm really sorry, Sara."
At that moment, Sara became aware of a strange emotion swelling within her, an almost uncontrollable urge to touch the boy, to talk to him and perhaps even kiss him. It was weird, she mused, and yet, not since the first days of her marriage to Tim had she seen a hard male organ that hadn't immediately afterwards been fucking up into her. Now, the idea that this immature male was actually excited by seeing her was like a stimulant to her still unappeared senses.
Reaching down to firmly grasp his hand, the tall dark -haired nurse tried to reassure the boy. "That's all right, Terry," she said silkily. "I'm not really mad. I just wanted to know."
"I'm glad of that," the blond youth said nervously, trying now to ease his way past her since she stood in front of the steps blocking his exit. "Now I better get back to the guys...."
"Terry," her horrified voice cut into his agitated explanations like a knife. She couldn't let him go now, not after realizing that the boy had undoubtedly been watching her through the door as she had lain back on the bed a few minutes ago and shamelessly finger fucked herself! Terry had seen it all! No wonder his young cock had been so hard; he'd probably been playing with himself the whole time she'd been straining for her own elusive orgasm! How many other men and boys had watched her in her life time? It was a ponderous prospect.
Though she knew she should be insulted and infuriated by the boy's invasion of her privacy, she found herself strangely excited by what she had discovered. She was suddenly mesmerized by the exciting mental picture of some inexperienced boy standing right where she stood at that moment, his hand clutching his hardened little cock while his eyes devoured one of the sights of the first naked woman that he had ever seen!
"Terry, don't you think we'd better talk about this?"
The slender blond -haired youth who had been edging quickly toward the steps stopped in his tracks and glanced shamefacedly back at the woman who stood before the steps, her hands clasping at her dregs clutched in front of her otherwise naked body. Man, he knew he was in for it now! He wished he could be anywhere but there!
Although he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't keep his eyes off her shapely legs, and the dress she held in front of her scarcely covered her pubic hairs between her moist thighs. He started walking in the other direction, back toward his room his eyes alert for any movement that would suddenly expose the bare flesh beneath the skimpy covering. Wow, she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, and he wasn't a bit sorry he'd watched her play with herself. He just wished she hadn't seen him. He'd almost been ready to shoot off when she'd suddenly risen off the bed. Now his balls ached like they were filled with heated gravel!
"I'm sorry, Sara," he said hurriedly. "I didn't mean to look. I didn't know you were in there ... so ... I waited outside the door ... waiting for you to close it ... cuz I thought you...."
Sara tried to make herself look angry as the youth reluctantly approached coming toward her when she motioned with her finger, but she was too aware of his big eyes feverishly exploring her body. Tim hadn't looked at her like that, not ever with such utter admiration and enthusiasm, and now she almost felt like preening herself openly before the youth's admiring eyes. It was ridiculous, but she was enjoying this more than she enjoyed anything for the past couple of months.
"That wasn't very nice, you know, sneaking around people," she finally said accusingly, tilting her head toward the door. "How long have you been watching me?"
The boy shuffled nervously and looked away from her. "A while," he admitted reluctantly.
"And what ... what did you see?" she inquired shakily, even though she could see the answer on his face. "Did you see me t-take off my clothes?"
The hot blush once again spread over his young face as he nodded slowly. Terry was feeling more and more uncomfortable, wishing he could just break away and run to his room, away from this horrible embarrassment. But he felt something else, too. Her questions and the strange hungry way her brown eyes were staring at him were making his painfully throbbing cock even harder than before. After all this work at getting it jammed back inside his trunks, he was afraid the pressure of his swollen flesh would work its way out again and pop free! Gee, she would never forgive him, maybe even tell his Grandmother if that happened!
Sara was all too aware of the once again stiffening bulge in the crotch of Terry's swimming trunks. As she stared at it, she could see it pulsing and swelling, pressing out the fabric like a tent pole. Her fingers tingled with the suppressed desire to reach out and touch the virile young shaft as she whispered, "Did you see it all, Terry? Did ... did you see me play with myself?"
"Yes," the youngster breathed in astonishment at her brazen words. Gosh, when she found him out there, he'd been sure she was going to drag him by the ear and call his Gramma Levinson, but now ... now she didn't seem mad at all.
In fact, her voice was all soft and trembling, almost as though she wanted him to tell her it was all right!
"Did you enjoy watching me put my fingers up inside the little hole between my legs, sweetheart?" she heard herself say, unable to hold back her feelings any longer.
"Wow, yeah!" the youngster exclaimed as he stared at her wide-eyed. He'd barely even been close to a girl before in his life, except for times when he'd go into the bathroom when his mother was bathing, and now he was dazzled by the way she was talking dirty and also the way her big upthrust breasts jutted out so firmly in front of her face. He could smell the musky scents of her body; she was that close to him, her bare sun-tanned thigh almost touching his goose-fleshed leg. The thought flickered through his mind, that if he just turned slightly and leaned forward, he could kiss her lightly right on the soft, straining bulge of her right breast. Before he could stop himself he blurted out, "I've never seen a girl's pussy before and man, like it was out of sight!"
At the youngster's eager words, Sara felt the inflamed lining of her cunt walls begin to reverberate in passionate answer to the vision of Terry's burgeoning cock swelling steadily inside of his trousers. She was aware of her cuntal slit throbbing moistly against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and nipples were growing button hard, chafing against the crisp material of her dress. Her ripe quivering breasts heaved higher and became swollen with the pulsing torment of her growing excitement. God, it was insane, letting a mere boy affect her like this, but he was, and there was no denying it!
"I ... I knew you liked it, Terry," she murmured raspy and low. "Your cock got very, very hard." And for a second, she wanted to turn around and show him her naked back and drop the flimsy garment hiding her complete nakedness.
The blond -haired boy blinked and gulped nervously. He didn't know what to say so he nodded uncertainly. He'd never heard a girl talk like that before. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming ... if he was, he hoped he'd never wake up!
The lovely dark--haired woman was visibly trembling now with the force of the erotic sensations rippling through every fiber of her being. She felt absolutely drugged by the nearness of the boy's tender young cock, and she barely cared what he might think of her as she smiled lustfully down at him.
"And it's hard right now, isn't it?" she heard herself say approvingly down at him. "I can see it all big and nice in your swim trunks, just dying to get out again."
Terry was so excited now that he couldn't speak. The things that she was saying were almost more than he could comprehend. Sure, he and the other guys had talked about what it would be like to be alone with a girl some day, but none of them had ever thought anything like this could ever happen. It almost sounded like she wanted him to open up his trunks so that she could see his cock again!
Maybe she was just teasing him, making fun of him because he was a little kid, Terry thought suddenly with a sinking feeling in his stomach. She was so pretty and a lot older than him, so she probably had plenty of boy friends, or maybe even married. But, even at that moment, as though she had read his thoughts, Sara stepped closer to him until her high firm breasts pressed warmly into his chest like two soft pointed pillows. She reached up with her free hands and began stroking his face with her two soft hands.
"It would like to get free, darling.
Why don't you take it out of your trunks again?" Sara could hardly believe what she was saying, but she knew she meant it sincerely.
"Oh, oh, no...." the startled youngster gasped. He wanted to do exactly what she asked but he was afraid. What if she was only fooling him, if she laughed....
"I promise I won't tell anybody or hurt you, darling," she gasped, bending her head to kiss the shock of blond hair that fell across his perfect young forehead. "I like you, Terry, and we're going to have a fun time while your parents are gone. And I'll learn to love that beautiful little penis too."
Terry was almost out of his mind with disbelief at what he was hearing. His hardened young cock was jerking crazily under the fabric of his trunks with each provoking word she spoke, and he was beginning to wonder if any of this was really happening at all. Once he'd seen this gorgeous woman begin to finger-fuck herself up between her thighs this afternoon, it had taken all his courage not to run out of the house before she caught him watching her, and now ... now that she had caught him, here she was pressed up against him, nailing him to the banister so that he could feel the warm curves of her beautiful body that was all but naked except for her dress that she held in front of herself. And then suddenly her cool hand was holding his face, pulling his head closer and closer to her. His eyes closed in rapture as he felt the first soft pressure of her wetly parted lips on his mouth.
At that moment, as her body pressed close against him, her hungry lips drinking their fill from his sweet young mouth, Sara suddenly realized exactly what she was doing. Her entire body was aflame with the need to touch his wonderful hard maleness, and she couldn't help herself. This youngster appreciated her, in a way that no one had appreciated her in a long, long time. And she needed him, too, for her body was aching with a kind of blazing hunger she had almost forgotten existed.
Terry felt a nervous chill rush through his body as her wet pointed tongue began to play teasingly over his lips, prying them open to dart experimentally inside his mouth. As if that weren't enough, he suddenly felt her hand start to travel lightly down over his belly, moving relentlessly closer and closer to his rigid rod of flesh that was straining against his swimming trunk crotch.
Sara savored the sweet self-torture of slowly dragging her free hand against his lean smooth body, exploring the flat plane of his stomach teasingly as she slowly centered on what she wanted, the first cause of her wild passion. She let her hand slither down over his trunks to his hips, caressing the sweet boyish curve of his buttocks as she wetly kissed him. She felt him trembling violently beneath her searching fingers as her hand drifted over the hardened half-mature sinews of his body.
She had to be insane to go on with what she was doing, but she didn't care. He was so good to touch, his youthful responses so ardent and powerful that she couldn't stop herself now! It was too good; she had waited a long time for a moment and a male like this!
"Sara, you shouldn't d-do that," Terry almost sobbed in his nervous confusion as her hand teasingly grazed the outlined bulge of his wildly throbbing hardness confined inside his trunks.
In her daze of impassioned arousal, Sara barely heard his strangled cry. Her brain was whirling with steaming sensual desire, and she kissed him again to soothe him, letting her dress fall from her body while her hand stroked ceaselessly up and down the swollen front of his swimming trunks. She drew her long fingers tantalizingly back over the shape of his desire hardened cock, then curled them in tightly around it to trace its length and breadth before fumbling anxiously with the material of his swimsuit. God, she had to feel his maleness, had to feel its virile heat pulsing and swelling in her fingers.
Terry felt his whole body was going to explode with the nervous tension that was building up inside him as the coolness of her fingers reached inside his trunks to slip them down to the tops of his thighs and bare his youthful genitals to her eyes and touch. A choked groan rose from his throat at the unbelievable sensation. God! He was about to cum just from her touch! This beautiful woman, his summer nurse, was actually holding onto his cock and smiling down at him as if it were the greatest thing in the world! Crap, he thought he would die from the pleasure of it!
The slender blond -haired thirteen year old whimpered softly as her soft fingers tightened more firmly around his stiffly jerking hardness. Jolting shocks of excitement charged up to brazenly stroke his long, slender cock in clear sight of his own gaping blue eyes. She carefully slid the loose outer skin of his hardened youthful cock up and down in her velvety grip, teasing at his tingling balls with her long pointed fingernails. He felt as though he were gasping desperately for air in his excitement, and yet he silently prayed that she would not stop her thrilling stroking ... not ever....
Suddenly, she pulled her hand away without warning, and his now semen-smeared young cock stood out in the air from his trunks by itself, throbbing and pointing upward like a slender pole to shoot off from his boyish hips. Through his involuntary groan of disappointment, he heard his beautiful friend whisper urgently, "Quick sweetheart, give me your hand. I want to let you touch my pussy!"
As the youngster gasped and stared up at her in astonishment, Sara grasped one of his dangling arms and pressed his hand under the crumpled dress that now fell to the floor. "Feel it," she hissed salaciously. "Rub your fingers all over my soft furry pussy, darling. Ooooh, yesssss, don't stop, Terry."
Eager to do as she asked, the blond youth pressed his fingers against the warm, softly curled triangle, feeling her hips writhe in passionate response to his touch. Wow, he could barely believe it-he was really touching the pussy he had just seen her finger fucking through the open doorway! Remembering all he'd watched, the excited boy thrust his fingers between her thighs, searching for the satiny, coral hued flesh he'd seen when she'd spread her legs wide apart.
Sara quivered and gasped as his young fingers slipped up into the valley of her thighs, teasing around in her sensitive female flesh. The very awkwardness of his touch seemed to excite her even more until she barely knew what she was doing. Crooning words of encouragement to the trembling boy, she reached down between their bodies again and grasped the full length of his rock hard cock. Her hand began to stroke smoothly up and down the smooth taut flesh, going faster and faster as she heard his breath become labored and gasping. God, she wanted to make him cum, to shoot his sweet boyish sperm all over her legs and belly and thighs ... she wanted it more than anything else in the world!
Terry knew his wildly excited cock was going to explode at any moment. Already he could feel the cum tingling in his balls as her soft warm fingers stroked up and down on his hotly aching hardness ... up and down, up and down ... feeling a thousand times better than when he did it to himself. Fearless now with excitement, he rubbed eagerly at the hair fringed, wetly heated lips of her pussy, trembling with passion as she felt his outstretched middle Finger find and finally slip into her tight cuntal opening to the smooth inner flesh. As she cried out and thrust her naked cunt tighter against the boys' hand, he felt his impatient sperm boil up and out of his aching testicles.
The nurse bent to lock her lips hotly over Terry's mouth as his virile young cock began to pulse and swell in her hand, already sticky from the semen that had oozed in tiny droplets from the tip. His hips began to writhe as though he were in agony, and she felt the thick vein in the underside of his long slender organ begin to throb with the churning fluids that were already rushing up from his balls. As the white glistening liquid began to squirt out from the bulbous head of his cock, Terry's finger brushed across the erect bud of Sara's clitoris. The beautiful woman almost felt like screaming from the spasm of ecstasy that shot through her body, triggering the climax she had been searching for so desperately.
"Oh, yes, darrrrrlllllling," she breathed rapturously, as her nerve endings seemed to blossom with the thrilling tingle that coursed through her loins. "My God, I'm cumming too!"
As his wildly ejaculating sperm spattered whitely across the creamy white of her belly, the exhausted teenager stared in wordless wonder at the woman beside him. Her eyelids closed and her mouth loosely opened as her powerful thighs clamped hungrily around his hand, trapping his fingers in the heated crevice of her wetly convulsing pussy. For a moment, he was afraid she was going to faint until she opened her wide brown eyes and smiled at him, the most dazzling smile he'd ever seen!
"Oh, angel, that was wonderful!" she breathed gratefully, as she planted tender fleeting kisses over his face. "I'm so glad ... I needed that so much! Just like you needed to cum!"
The panting boy felt his heart swell with pride as he drank in the boundless admiration in her voice and expression.
Suddenly he felt older-like a real man instead of only a younger brother. This beautiful woman had done things to him that he had only imagined in his wildest dreams.
"Gosh, Sara, that was great! I'm so glad you're gonna be here everyday til my parents come back. I really like you, Sara, a whole lot more than that Mrs. Livingston who took care of us last year when Laura and my dad were in Egypt. You're super, Sara."
His heartfelt emotions struck a powerful chord in the beautiful woman's emotions. It had been a long time since any man, including her husband, had offered her a sincere, humble affection and the bounties of a natural and guileless personality like this boy had. In the warm afterglow of orgasm, she hugged him closely and she, too, wished they could be together like this always....
But her better judgment told her that there was nothing to be gained from such a relationship except hardship and she'd had enough of that.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the fifth day of Sara's new employment her entire body was beginning to adjust to the early morning hours. She'd predictably wake up seconds before the alarm clock started to hiss, jump out of bed and get dressed-all before the coffee had perked. It was becoming a ritual.
But on this day she awoke with the feeling that something was different-not necessarily amiss-but changed. Raising up on her elbows, she yanked a strand of blue black hair out of her eyes and wriggled her nose. What was that smell? Bacon and eggs ... no, it couldn't be! She swung her legs over the side of the bed and had edged her toes half way into her slippers when Tim walked through the door, breakfast tray in his hands, a proud smile brightening his freshly scrubbed face. She smiled, noticing that flair of innocence that had made her fall in love with him.
"Would Madam prefer breakfast in bed this morning?" he asked cheerfully, setting the tray down on the night stand.
Sara rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was still asleep. Was this, her husband bringing her breakfast in bed? "Darling, what a surprise! May I ask what the grand occasion is? My birthday isn't until September."
"No occasion, my dear," He kissed her on the forehead. "Just wanted to let you know I love you."
But there was another reason too. How ignorant did she think he was, anyway? For the last week she barely found time to talk to him, since she was too busy primping and preening herself. If she wasn't pouring herself into clothes dug out of the bottom of her trunk, clothes that even six months ago were too small, she was dancing in front of the mirror to Muzak radio stations. His attempts to cuddle up to her in bed were almost laughable; she'd roll over and moan something about being too tired. She talked in her sleep often and he'd listen intently for names of men to cement his suspicions, but "thirteen" and "no, you can't do that," was all he could decipher from her sleep drugged mutterings. God, he'd even gone on the wagon after that fight they'd had in front of his friend, but she didn't notice that, either. Sara was in her own world, that she made no bones about. What had happened?
As they conversed over breakfast, his hopes were shattered once again. He'd wanted her to throw her arms around his neck and tell him she wanted to make love-the way she used to. But instead, all she talked about was the boys. The boys, this, the boys, that. Those fucking boys! Well, he needed some attention, too. After all, charity begins at home. He wouldn't let her get away with this, no way. But he'd play her game for awhile and see what developed.
When she kissed him a curt goodbye it was with a feeling of relief that he heard the door slam behind him. He needed a joint.
It was nine-fifteen when Sara pulled up outside the Levinson house. As usual, there was no one in sight-including Gramma Levinson who prepared the children's meals and took care of the incidentals. Gramma was clearly the captain of the ship.
Birds chattered in the bird feeder as she got out of her car and headed for the door, the portals of her tragic ecstasy. If only I could just fly away, she sighed despairingly, the tickles of guilt overcoming her once again. For the past four days since that encounter with Terry, she'd sensed a foreboding fear of small boy tattle tales clouding her life. My God, what if Terry told? What if Gramma found out about her? She'd have her arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor for sure!
But there was another side to it, too. A very human side that made her feel warm inside knowing someone appreciated her, looked forward to her arrival everyday, looked up to her with an air of respect. Surely that must count for something. And those loving eyes. Those blue hopeful eyes of Terry's! God, they made her melt when he touched her with his young cherub-like hands, so soft and caressing-almost careful as if not to hurt her. How unlike Tim who yanked and pulled at her flesh like a butcher handling a piece of meat....
Gramma had left a note on the kitchen table, saying that the laundry had been done but still needed to be folded, ironed and put away. Would Sara mind?
Steve was the only person in the house, since his brother had gone to a Scout meeting. Perhaps it was Sara's imagination or sense of guilt, she wasn't sure, but when she'd folded the stacks of boys underwear and tee shirts and had piled them up in sweet smelling stacks, sorted according to sizes, she thought she saw Steve doing something strangely suspicious as he watched her from behind. Immediately she berated herself for wearing her tennis dress to work, she knew it was far too short and revealing without the matching shorts, so she turned to the side. There! She saw it again out of the corner of her eye. He was touching himself!
Sara's blood pumped to her cheeks and she felt them flush. Feigning ignorance she hurriedly stacked the size tens on top of the size fourteens and headed for the steps, anxious to get away from that sweet young boy who had obviously let himself get carried away with fantasies of her womanhood. Is it just youth? she wondered as she plopped up the stairs, ever mindful that each step granted the gaping boy a better view. She knew she shouldn't, but when she reached the top of the stairs, she deliberately bent over, sticking her buttocks out as far as she could so that the crotch band of her panties clung tightly to her ass cheeks, baring half of her buttocks to the fourteen year old boy standing at the foot of the steps with his mouth gaping open and his hand stuffed down the front of his Levis! With the excuse of setting down a stack of clothes to get his attention, she called to him, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
"Stevie, darling. Would you mind doing me a little favor, baby?" she said silkily. "Would you show me where all these clothes go?"
"Uh, uh, sure, Sara!" He bounded up the steps.
God, she felt wicked and nasty, but she couldn't help it. As if Terry wasn't enough, she was doing the same thing with his brother. She couldn't explain her depraved action with Terry because it was just too shameful and depraved.
Together they stuffed Terry's boyish underwear into his chosen drawers. Just looking at the boys white jockey underwear made her skin prickly, and Sara could feel her loins begin to tingle as she thought of him stuffing his slim boyish cock into those very garments ... of how it had throbbed and swelled in her hand until finally it erupted, powerfully....
They were picking up the second pile to take it to Steve's room when he turned to her. "Sara, you touched Terry, didn't you." It was not an accusation or a statement, rather a hopeful guess.
She had to remain calm, she knew, but the boy's blatant words made her flush with guilt.
"I ... I what?"
"Touched him. Down there." He pointed with his finger to the small bulge in his Levis.
"Well, I don't know just how ... or ... or what ... you mean...."
"You did and you know it." His voice was a high whine of desire and jealousy. "Then will you touch me, too?"
"Oh, Steve, you know I can't do that!" Sara said, her hands on her hips in a desperate attempt to gain control of the situation. If she didn't feel authoritative, at least she could look it! But she knew the boy had her cornered. God, how had he found out? Did Terry tell him? How many others knew about that day?
"Okay," he pouted. "If you'll let me see you naked I won't tell Gramma. Gramma wouldn't approve of you and Terry, you know."
"Steve, baby, please try to understand...."
"Please, Sara. All I want in the whole world is to see you without your clothes on. Gosh, that day out there in the pool you looked so pretty when you took off your dress."
Sara felt her determination waver before the heartfelt plea in the boy's blue eyes. Never before in her life had anyone wanted her the way these young Levinson boys hungered after her body, and she was not cruel enough to deny the request. Besides, there was a threat behind it, and if the boy felt slighted he just might tell Gramma. Oh, God, she had to do it!
She motioned towards Steve's room. "Wow, Sara, far out! You're gonna do it! You're really gonna let me see you all naked?!" the youngster cried with all the happiness in his heart. Pure male appreciation filled his eyes as he took one step back extending his arms as she handed him a pile of fresh clothes. At the same time he drank in the perfect lines of her magnificent female body. His eyes widened as he slowly followed her to his room. Once inside, she unbuttoned the front of her tennis dress, slipped it over her shoulders and stepped out of it. His eyes feasted on her as she slowly reached behind her back to unfasten the hook of her tiny pink lace bra. A breathless sigh of delight fell from his lips as she pulled it away and her full, ripe-fleshed white breasts burst free of their confinement, the rosy nipples tightening at their first contact with the air...."Oh, wow ... nice! Gosh, they're so pretty ... and so ... so big!" the boy babbled in wonderment as he studied them closely for the first time. They were bigger than he and Terry had guessed, and so soft and white. He wondered if his brother got to touch them, and if he did, then Steve wanted his equal rights, too. "Oh God, Sara, I just gotta touch them. I just have to!"
The distraught youngster moved toward her and wrapped her in his sinewy boyish arms before she had a chance to say no. His nostrils flared from the scent of her naked body, freshly powdered and perfumed, and he could feel hot desire raging in his loins, igniting his nerve ends with a thousand tiny pinpricks.
Sara's eyes flew open in surprise and she gave a low moan of protest.
"Oh, Stevie, we can't ... please, stop," she murmured, but her voice sounded shaky and unconvincing, even to herself. As his hand cupped her scantily clad buttocks, kneading hungrily at the yielding flesh, she felt a warm tingle begin to purl up between her thighs. Her dark head dipped down to plant a series of passionate kisses over her heaving white breasts and Sara felt the sensation grow to a throbbing itch deep in her belly. She had to struggle to keep from crying out from the sheer delight of his touch.
"Steve, noooo," she pleaded, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her eyes shut in despair as she felt his fingers groping eagerly at the flesh of her lower belly, then slipping in under the tight elastic material of her bikini panties to thrillingly explore the pulsing wet lips of her cunt. It was too much for her shattered nerves to withstand. With an anguished groan of surrender, the ravishing black -haired woman reached out to struggle momentarily with the zipper of his Levis, her hand frantically searching for his virile young cock.
Searching through his underwear, Sara found his naked male flesh and she gasped with delight at the first hot touch of his pulsating cock against her fingers. It was long and wonderfully rigid already, just the way Terry's had been. As her hand locked tightly around it, a surging glow of warmth began to spread through her loins and flood the area around her clitoris. Her excitedly throbbing cuntal slit was growing moist with the manipulation of his stiffly outstretched middle finger, and she could see his face changing from lust to ecstasy as she stroked up and down the length of his desire swollen cock.
Sara shook her head, trying to remember that she had to stop there. He had seen her naked and that's all he wanted to keep from telling Gramma about she and Terry. Finally she gave up the last shred of resistance....
"Steve, baby, why don't we lie down on your bed," she murmured brokenly, hearing her own words as though someone else was speaking. Pushing him gently away from her, she urged him. "And why don't you take your clothes off? I'm naked so wouldn't you like to be, too?"
Oh boy, thought Steve. He reluctantly slid his hand out of the warm nest of her panties, then whirled to plop down on his bed. Sara stared after him, her eyes smoky and shadowed with lust, and she wondered when she would be able to regain control over her emotions ... if ever! As she stood there, with the gentle breezes billowing the curtains in the boy's room, she could feel the firm resilient mounds of her naked breasts swelling and quivering as tremors of hunger for the young boy made her whole body shake.
This was her chance to stop, she thought fearfully. I've got to put an end to this silliness. But she couldn't hold back the gasp that rose in her throat at her first sight of her slim, boyish body. He was beautiful, built just like his brother Terry, with smooth, still developing muscles rippling under his skin as he stood near the sunny window, his flesh smooth and gleaming, almost hairless except for the faint shadow of pubic hair that framed his stiffly standing young cock and dangling testicles below. At that moment, all her conscious resolutions turned to jelly and she weakly began walking toward the bed.
She stood beside him and slowly, as though she were afraid to speak or break the spell that held them in its grip, the tall, supple woman slid her bikini panties down over her ripely flaring hips. When they dropped to her ankles, she kicked them away, all too aware of the boy's hungry eyes feverishly devouring her now nakedly exposed cunt and breasts. Once again, she bit her lip, trying to regain control of her body and emotions. But then, unexpectedly she felt his hot young lips pressing eagerly against the smooth flesh of her belly, causing her to sway and almost fall with shocked surprise.
The sudden wet contact sent a chill of excitement racing up the length of Sara's spine, and she automatically reached forward with both hands, grabbing his head to keep from toppling over. Her eyes glazed over with passionate haze as his lips dropped down to the hair covered mound of her pussy to kiss and explore the curl fringed lips beneath.
"Steve, what ... oh God ... sweetheart, what are you doing?" the lithe bodied woman moaned breathlessly. She gasped and jumped as his soft, boyish lips brushed electrifyingly across the hard butt of her clitoris, staggering backwards out of his grip.
"Sara, come down on the bed, please," the wild eyed boy gasped, "I ... I want to see you there between your legs ... and kiss it and lick it, if you'll let me. Oh, please, Sara, please let me do that!"
The nurse stared down at the boy in astonishment as her mind slowly absorbed the meaning of his words. After all she had gone through with disappointments with Tim, this inexperienced boy was offering to fulfill the lustful desire that had become a small mania in her life! He actually wanted to lick her up between her legs. He was begging to do it! It was almost more than she could understand. The shame and guilt that she had felt after being with Terry suddenly evaporated in a flash of burning lust. What difference did it really make that these young boys were only about fourteen? He cared about her, both of them did, and offered themselves to her wholeheartedly, and this was somehow completely believable and more moving to her heart than anything she had heard in a long, long time.
An abandoned smile of ecstasy curving her soft lips, Sara allowed the boy to pull her naked body down to the bed beside him. The aroused woman stared hungrily at his rigidly pulsing rod of flesh that jutted out from his loins, and her sensual smile broadened as she thought of how she would reward him for his generosity. But first ... first, she wanted to feel what her loins had been longing for, his wonderful warm lips and tongue caressing her needing flesh as her husband, Tim, usually refused to do unless she got very angry and threatened him with divorce.
"Yes, Stevie, you can kiss my pussy," she murmured huskily, her brown eyes glittering in utter arousal. "It's yours, darling. You can lick it with your tongue, do you want to, Steve? Oh God! Do you really want to do that for Sara?"
"Oh, yesss," the boy breathed, barely able to believe she would really let him. He felt as though he were lost in a dream in some wonderful, crazy late night movie. And she was so beautiful-he was so lucky! He wanted the summer to last forever. Suddenly, almost shy in his eagerness to please her, he asked shakily, "W-What should I do?"
"Oh, baby, just hold it open with your Fingers and lick it for me. Lick it and kiss it and suck it," she moaned, writhing her hips invitingly up toward his mouth. Her entire naked body was throbbing with sweet anticipation now as she spread her long tanned legs wide apart, whispering, "Look at it, angel. It's wet and waiting for you."
Steve couldn't have waited if he'd wanted to. Her obscene words were firing his loins to a fever pitch of uncontrollable passion. Just thinking about her playing with his brother made him crazy last night, and he'd played with himself until he thought he would never be able to cum again, but he'd been wrong. Even now his cock was painfully hard and his sperm-filled balls burned with the need for release. His slender body was trembling with excitement as he crawled up between her thighs and beheld the mouthwatering spectacle of her beautiful body stripped completely nude and spread eagled before him ... all this was his.
"Go ahead, darling, kiss it," Sara gasped. "I'll even hold it open for you the first time." Her hands slithered down over the flatness of her belly to grasp the feverishly swollen lips of her pussy. An abandoned, wicked little smile overtook her beautiful features as she pulled them slowly apart, parting the black, softly clinging together pubic curls and exposing her pinkly gleaming inner flesh. "Kiss my little pussy, baby. It wants you to lick all around and up inside it so bad!"
With a hoarse groan of lust, Steve threw himself between her sensuously spread legs, his head dropping down out of sight between her open thighs. She trembled and groaned as his moistly heated lips suddenly closed over the hair framed mound at the base of her belly. Sara raised her head to look down between her naked breasts in wanton delight as the eager young boy planted wet tickling kisses over the full length of her narrow cuntal slit, his tongue flicking timidly at the still closed opening.
"Do you like it, baby?" she murmured salaciously. "Does Sara's pussy taste good?"
Steve couldn't speak. He had actually kissed that beautiful cunt, Sara's secret place, and now he was just looking at it with his eyes pressed close up between her thighs, his breath catching in his throat. He watched it rotating sensuously before his face as she reached down to stroke his head encouragingly. His brain spun as he marvelled at the narrow coral split that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down between the perfect moons of her buttocks, and revealed the tiny, hairless little hole of her anus that puckered teasingly there.
The beautiful nurse was beside herself with the agonizing delight of the forbidden sensation and, almost before she realized what she was doing, her fingers tightened in his thick golden hair, pressing his head down toward her moistly throbbing cuntal opening. "Go on, Stevie," she urged him eagerly, "kiss it, sweetheart, stick your tongue in it!"
Steve quivered with arousal as he felt her softly curling pubic hair tickling teasingly over his nose and cheeks, and he pursed his lips to kiss first one side, and then the other, of her. hotly quivering cuntal opening. The pungent scent of her warmly flowing pussy juices filled his nose, sharpening the crazed lust that was surging through his virginal young loins until he thought he would explode. The smooth warm texture of her secret inner cunt flesh was more exciting than he could ever have dreamed of, and with goose bumps racing over his body, he thrust his tongue out until it made tentative contact with the hot feminine moistness of her finger spread cuntal split.
"Oh, my God! Oooooh, angel, yesss!" Sara whimpered as his tongue tip seared over her erectly quivering clitoris. Her elbows pressed convulsively against her ribs, and her head tossed from side to side on the pillow as she felt the boy's lips begin to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her pussy deep into the heated moistness of his mouth. "Lick it all over, angel. Oooooh ... my God!"
Encouraged by her passionate response, the boy smiled in delight and continued with renewed enthusiasm. He heard the nurse groan from deep in her throat as the hot searching tip of his tongue suddenly began working its way up and down the length of her wet, heated slit, starting at the base of her belly and wiggling its way downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her now hotly clasping cunt and on down into the soft, fleshy crevice of her clenching buttocks. Her hips thrust upward at the delicious shock as he paused to explore with his hotly flicking tongue tip the excitedly puckering hole of her anus.
Sara's brain was whirling in delirious sensuality. She raised her head to stare down her nakedly writhing body at the boyish face buried in her loins, and her fingers clutched eagerly at his hair as she tried to direct his voraciously sucking mouth to the small elastic opening of her cunt. She spread her thighs out wider crab-like, until the sinews stood out under the satiny flesh, completely exposing her whole cunt to his eagerly flicking tongue and sucking mouth. It was then that she felt the unexpected contact of his tongue against her nakedly puckered little anus, probing at the sensitive opening, sending a strange but maddening sensation of erotic bliss spiralling through her impassioned body. God, it was never this good with Tim when he would consent to deflating his masculine ego enough to please her. But never had anyone inflamed her pussy like this innocent, willing boy. They were all amateurs compared to him. She jerked and gasped as his tongue darted wildly over the moist quivering opening of her steaming pussy.
She was no longer thinking about the wrongness of what she was doing, nor did she care about anything, including her husband who at that very moment was standing in line for an interview, determined to bring their marriage back together since she had found a world of her own that obviously gave her much more pleasure than he could give her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The afternoon sun filtered through the eucalyptus trees and Sara's mind was whirling with visions of lust and suddenly she had an uncontrollable desire to share her pleasure with this wonderful boy. She wanted to make him feel as good and as loved and totally immersed in sensuality as she felt now, and so there was only one thing to do. She only hoped that no one would find out.
"Stevie, baby, wait!" she breathed. "Get upside down on top of me, baby. I want to suck your beautiful little prick while you suck my pussy. I want to taste it in my mouth! Hurry, darling, I want to let you fuck my mouth with it!"
As her meaning slowly filtered into his lust dazzled brain, the boy slowly lifted his head from her hotly churning loins, his mouth open in astonishment. She couldn't really mean that she was going to put her mouth on his cock! He wasn't even sure that he wanted her to do that. He could hardly believe that she wanted him to stick his stiffened cock in her beautiful red mouth. But if she wanted to do it, it must be a good thing to do.
Sara knew everything. Everything she had shown him so far had been so great, even the four letter words she was always saying didn't sound so dirty when they came from her. Me and my brother must be the luckiest boys in the world, he thought, as he turned around over her body. Her soft hands eagerly grasped his hips, pulling him into position until his knees rested on either side of her head, his stiffly swollen cock hovering over her passion flushed face.
Once again, Steve wondered if they should be really doing this, but he quickly dropped all doubts when her fingers encircled his rigid young cock.
"Ooooh," the teenager gasped in awe as he stared between their nakedly entwined bodies and saw Sara pull the lust swollen rod of flesh down toward her lovely face, flicking out her pink tongue against the gleaming rubbery tip. The boy gaped in incredulous fascination, and his hips jerked involuntarily as she began to swirl her tongue around and around the smooth, turgid head. The pointed tip of her tongue found the tiny opening in the tip and slithered wetly over it.
Sara felt a sharp thrill sear her loins as she tasted the first piquant droplets of seminal fluid that were already excitedly seeping out of the pulsing tip of his cock. Delighted by the young boy's uncontrollable response, she teased him longer, watching his loins quiver over her face as she planted moist warm kisses around the smoothly throbbing little cock head, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of his hot hardness to the base, then back up to the mushroom shaped tip again. Then, as she heard his strangled moans of pleasure, she slowly parted her lips and raised her head, enclosing the pulsating tip in the sucking warmth of her mouth.
Steve whimpered aloud and chills ran up his spine as he felt his sensitive shaft of flesh held in the sucking heat of the older woman's mouth. Instinctively, his hips began a slow rhythmic fucking down into her face, and he could barely believe it when he saw her beautiful lips tighten around it like an elastic band, her bloated cheeks sucking greedily at it, as though it were a stick of candy in her mouth.
"Oh ... oh Sara!" he gurgled chokingly, his head bent down to watch his lover's penis-contorted face, her lips ovaled with the thickness of his aching cock buried in her mouth. She was gently stroking the base of his cock with one hand and tickling the soft resilient skin of his testicles with the other as she lifted her head to suck hungrily up and down its full pulsing length.
Steve felt as if his whole body were going to fly apart into a million pieces! Just the sight of his desire hardened cock slipping in and out of her sensuous mouth filled his loins with almost unbearable tension, and he thrust his hips down into her face until it seemed as though he were going to fuck his cock down her hungrily sucking throat. He didn't want to hurt his Sara, but he couldn't help it! It felt so good! Practically all of the gleaming saliva wet pole of flesh seemed to disappear with each excited thrust he made and she seemed to suck harder each time. He pistoned his hips eagerly until only a short stretch of it showed, glistening and white, protruding thickly from her lips. God, he wished she would swallow it!
Just then, she reached up to grab his hips again, pushing them firmly up away from her face until his wildly jerking cock slipped free of her mouth. As he groaned in disappointment, she raised her head to smile at him, her lips shining wetly from the saliva she had laved on his rampant cock.
"Don't stop, Sara, please," he desperately beseeched her.
The beautiful brunette laughed low in her throat. "So you like that, huh, Steve?"
"Oh, yes, it's out of sight, Sara," he said earnestly, writhing his hips to press them back down toward her face. As she held him firmly away from her, he begged again, "Please do it some more. God, it's the best thing in the world!"
Her lovely smile broadened as a wild feeling of power surged over her. If only she had such a power over Tim, she thought. At last, she had found someone who could really value what she was doing, someone who would happily do the same for her! Laughing happily, she sweetly said, "I want you to like it, Steve. I want you to like every bit of it, but please don't forget about pleasing Sara."
The blond -haired boy stared at her for a moment, his blue eyes wide with confusion, and then suddenly he understood her words. What a dummy he was, forgetting her like that! Well, he'd make it up to her, right now! Taking a deep breath, the boy dipped his head downward again, into the fragrant valley up between her bronze legs. As his lips rounded and covered the succulent flesh of her wet pussy, Steve drove his long slippery tongue deep into the warm throbbing vaginal depths, just the way his brother Terry told him she'd done the day of the swimming party. Immediately he was rewarded by a low guttural groan from the lovely older woman as she sucked his rigid cock back deep down into her hot eager mouth again.
Sara thought she must be about to lose her mind from the lust churning in her loins. She blissfully sucked at the boy's slender, stone hard cock, nipping her teeth gently into the stiffly resisting flesh to leave small white trails where she had scraped the blood from underneath the surface. Steve's hips began to jerk against her face again, and she swiped her tongue around and around the growing glans as he fucked the rigid shaft against the back of her mouth. As she felt the youngster's searching lips suddenly graze the tingling bud of her clitoris, she clamped her naked thighs down around his head, locking his face into the fiery center of her being.
Steve felt the sinewy muscles of her thighs clutch at his head and heard her moaning incoherently around his eagerly jerking cock which he was pistoning in and out of the thrilling warmth of her mouth. His face was pressed into the damp pink slit of her pussy, and he could feel the smooth moist flesh of the inner walls slipping wetly around his tongue, opening and closing in a tiny, greedy, sucking motion like a nibbling mouth.
He moved his face slightly and began to eagerly explore the secret inner folds of his beautiful lover's soft female flesh, until he accidentally discovered that when he touched the hard little titty at the top, she trembled all over and her breath came in panting groans of delight. He began to nibble at it gently with his lips while he brought up his hand and thrust his middle finger tentatively into her hotly tingling cunt, just the way Terry said she'd done. The ravishing woman's erotic pleasure was instantly transmitted to him by her wildly ecstatic moans and by the way her mouth began to suck even more eagerly on his cock, spurring his own lust. Suddenly, he thrust his tongue in beside his finger into the rippling, hotly moistened channel of her cunt.
Sara felt her body approaching the edge of a shattering climax as her nakedly rounded buttocks jerked upward to meet each darting thrust of the youthful tongue and finger into her fevered loins. Her ovaled lips sucked insatiably at his virile young cock, the sweet piquancy of his genitals almost driving her to orgasm, even without the wild stimulation of his wetly working mouth and tongue on her fiery pussy. She tenderly cupped his sperm laden balls in the palms of her hands as she blissfully laved his cock with her tongue, feeling it throb and pulse to an even greater size within her cheeks.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the muffled cry of delight purred up out of her throat around the swelling male organ that filled her mouth. The resolutions and recriminations that had occupied her mind earlier in the day were completely lost now in her reckless race for fulfillment. Her body was completely out of her control; her hotly pulsating pussy felt as though it were on fire for sure this time. God, this wonderful, inexperienced brother was actually driving her to another climax ... just as good as the one she'd experienced with Terry earlier in the week.
In the afternoon sun, the two nakedly thrashing bodies began to glisten from the sweat that was pearling over their skin. Steve's heart was pounding a savage tattoo as he revelled in his first real lovemaking with a woman, feeling her silky moist pussy hair brushing his cheeks as his face worked greedily over her widespread cuntal slit. How happy he was that he had found out from his brother what a willing and loving nurse she was.
He sensed that the gorgeous nurse was approaching another explosion, just like she'd done with Terry, and he worked faster to bring her to the wild crest of sensation that she had seemed so grateful for. He could feel the smooth wet walls of her pussy pulsing spasmodically around his tongue as he fucked it as far as he could up into the heated depths of her cunt. His own wildly throbbing cock felt like it was going to erupt at any moment as a heated pressure began to build in his balls. His tongue jabbed even deeper into her clasping cunt, and he thrust his hips uncontrollably down into her face, hearing a muffled groan of protest as the head of his bloated cock bludgeoned far down the back of her desperately working throat. It didn't matter, he couldn't stop now. The only thought in his mind was sucking her wonderful honeyed pussy and cumming in her hot, sucking mouth before he lost his mind!
God, she wanted this sweet child to cum! Already Sara could feel the violent spasms of ecstasy beginning to throb deep inside her belly, and she wanted to taste his fresh, boyish sperm shooting into her mouth as the screaming delight burst within her. She began to suck the slender hardness of his adolescent cock with all her strength and skill, his lips clasping tightly around the pulsing, swelling shaft as it drove it in and out of her mouth. Her hips bucked mindlessly up against his face as his darting tongue sent blissful spasms of mind shattering sensation coursing through her cuntal nerves. His wild sucking mouth was driving her over the edge into exquisite rapture, and she squeezed at his swaying, sperm loaded little testicles, raking her nails beneath them to urge him on to his own orgasm.
Steve moaned over and over again into the writhing opening of her pussy, his mouth working furiously as the fire in his balls grew unbearably hot. Then suddenly he heard her breathless whine, and felt her voluptuous body stiffen against him as a paralyzing peak of pleasure seized her. As he sucked even harder at her hotly flowering cunt, drinking the thick white nectar of her climax, his pent up sperm suddenly rushed up from his balls. His lust thickened young cock began to jerk in a wild staccato that flooded the beautiful woman's greedily sucking mouth with burst after burst of his white hot sperm.
Sara felt as though she were losing her insides as spasm after spasm of her orgasm wracked her helplessly convulsing body. She gulped as though she were starving for the delicious fresh cum that shot into her throat, bloating her cheeks outward with every throbbing squirt. Small droplets of the pungent liquid dribbled lewdly from the corners of her mouth as she moaned aloud around his pumping organ while her climax went on and on in an explosion of blinding erotic delight.
As his cock slowly deflated in her still hungrily sucking mouth, Steve nibbled feebly at her erected little clitoris. When his limp and drained cock finally lipped from the soft warmth of her lips, he felt the sinews of her thighs finally loosen their grip on his head, and he rolled over to lie beside her on the bed, panting heavily as he flung his arm over her naked belly in weary satisfaction.
For several minutes, they lay there beside each other, totally enveloped by the restful beating of their hearts and panting breaths. The tempestuous violence of their orgasms had temporarily drained them both and they rested quietly, afraid to break the dream-like spell of the moment. Finally, Steve crawled up over her ripely matured body once more and pressed his mouth tightly against her. Sara could feel the warm wetness of her orgasmic juices on his smooth cheeks, and she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in an instinctive gesture of thanks for the pleasure he had given her.
She was almost expecting a sudden rush of crippling guilt to come flooding over her, shattering her lovely sense of sexual satisfaction. But this time it did not come in the same way; this time she felt a strange regret, almost sorry for her husband Tim who did not know how to give sexually. This time she was repentant for not exhibiting the patience with Tim that she did with this young boy. Maybe someday it would all work itself out, but now she just wanted to be close to this fourteen year old boyish body now tightly clasped against her nakedness.
Yesterday, when she had stroked Terry's hard young cock to a wild spurting orgasm, she had been aroused by the very innocence she was ending. And today ... when she had let his brother even deeper into the exciting mysteries of lust, her own orgasm had been all the more thrilling. But it was not her fault, she reasoned. He'd said his Gramma Levinson would be informed if she didn't comply with his youthful demands ... it was not her fault, she thought a second time, to reassure herself. Stroking his baby soft blond hair, she realized that Steve had turned from an adolescent youngster, fumbling and awkward at the very sight of a woman, into a blossoming young male, hot eyed and eager to please. And somehow, woven in this web of iniquity he had been able to give her the kind of feelings that she had longed for, the feeling of being truly loved and aroused by a male's attentions, lavished upon her ravishing body to full measure.
But another part of her wanted to be rescued, saved from this evil excitement. Was this only the beginning for her? The speculation sent tremors up and down her goose bumped spine. Would she ever be satisfied with her husband again? She hoped not, and yet knowing that there was much more that she could show them about the wonders of sex-excited her greatly. She would not press the issue, she decided, but if they wanted to fuck her, to thrust their slender boyish cocks into her hotly clasping cunt until she exploded out in orgasm ... then let them, far be it from her to resist.
The beautiful nurse already felt her loins tingling at the idea of continuing the boys' educations. Oh God, help me! she wailed silently. What am I to do? My body tells me one thing and my mind another ... I need help ... no, more than that, I need someone to love me for both my mind and my body. Is there something wrong with me that only young boys can love me?
"Steve, darling," she breathed tenderly into the boy's hair as his face rested in the pillowy warmth of her breasts. "This has to be our secret, honey. We can't tell anybody. Not Gramma, not even Terry. This has to be our secret if we want to...."
"To see each other again like this?" he interrupted in a hopeful tone.
Oh, God, make me say no! Sara closed her eyes tightly fighting the temptation. Her mouth felt dry and her eyes sandy. Clutching her young lover tighter to her breasts, she kissed his forehead tenderly. "Yes, Steve, yes. If we want to see each other again like this."
"Gosh, Sara. Really Sara? You mean we can really do it again?" The blond -haired boy was ecstatic with joy at what he was hearing. He'd hoped he'd pleased her today, in fact he'd worked especially hard at it, hoping she would be pleased by his First performance at lovemaking so that she'd want to do it again. Well, he must have done all right.
"Gosh, you mean that for real?" his voice cracked. "When?" he tried to raise his head to stare into her face, but she held him tight, not wanting him to see the tears pearling the corners of her eyes. "You make me so happy, Sara. You must be the neatest lady in the whole world! I'm gonna tell Laura when she comes home that I want to have you stay with us forever."
"Yes, baby."
"Hey? Can we do it real grown up fashion? Can I sneak into your room at ... at night and we can kiss in the dark?"
"Yes, baby."
"And we won't tell Terry, cuz he'll be pissed. He'll be real jealous if he finds out that I'm your new boyfriend."
"Yes, baby."
CHAPTER SIX
Sara slammed out the door. It was already nine-thirty and Gramma Levinson would be irked if Sara didn't arrive in time to take the boys to their piano lessons. But Lord, she couldn't take anymore of Tim's nagging! Tim had certainly been giving her a hard time lately, she grumbled as she got into the beige Volkswagen and headed for Shore Acres. Maybe he had reasons to complain, she thought, but a woman has to have a career too.
What was Tim offering her? True, he had been getting up in the morning to make her breakfast; he had quit drinking, except for a glass of wine with dinner; and he'd even put on a suit and tie to stand in lines for endless interviews. She'd even seen an application for the university on the kitchen table. But what had he done for her womanhood?
Sure, he'd made a few advances in his typical fashion. Sara had stripped in front of him while Tim snorted and tore at his clothing. She lay on the bed, smiling, hiding her frustration at his lack of finesse and let him crawl on top of her to pry her legs apart. With her hand, she nursed his penis erect and guided it to her hot vagina, letting him make love to her while she closed her eyes and thought of Tim and Steve until they were confused in her mind.
As for Tim, her changes had not gone unnoticed. When she came home from work it was always with a ravenous appetite and a strange look in her eye. He noted that more and more as the days went by. Sara barely talked with him and walked around like she was halfway between some great tragedy and triumph.
And she looked sexy! Whenever he did see her she looked sexy. She'd taken to pinning her hair back and wearing ribbons in her hair to match the rainbow eye shadow that made her eyes look even more dark and mysterious. Her figure seemed to have ripened even more ... if that were possible. And her color was better than he could ever remember it being.
But still, there was that edgy nervousness about her, like when he caught her in front of the full length mirror eyeing herself. God, how she jumped and flushed in embarrassment. She harbored a secret, and by God he'd find out what was going on! He swore to heaven above he would.
* * *
Sara arrived late, but not too late to get the boys to their piano lessons on time. "Time is money," Gramma Levinson snorted as the boys piled into the Volkswagen and were halfway down the driveway when Terry remembered he'd forgotten his piece of music back at the house. When the car made a fast U-turn to retrieve the forgotten score, Gramma was standing there, hands on her portly hips, watching ... ever watching until the car disappeared down the tree-lined street.
' 'How those boys take to that woman," she smiled to herself, thinking aloud. "Never saw anything like it. If only Laura could make them behave the way that woman does." Her grey hair wafting in the morning breeze, she sat down on the chaise lounge and waited for the mailman. Sorting her son's professional mail had become the highlight of her day, separating all those official looking envelopes from the drug samples. Oh, but she was proud of her only son ...!
* * *
Steve and Sara waited in the car while Terry banged out "Down by the Swanee River" inside the house of Mrs. Cramer who had been their music teacher for the past year. The two giggled when the first bar of Terry's song floated through the window, grossly out of rhythm. They could hear him start over a second time with a better sense of what his right hand was doing in relation to his left, but when the shrill voice of Mrs. Cramer mingled with the off-notes, berating him and instructing him to start over and try practicing next time, they began to feel sorry for the younger brother who obviously was not musically talented.
It would be an hour, they knew, before Steve must subject himself to Mrs. Cramer's professional auspices, and so they decided to go down the street for an ice cream cone to fill up the gap. Steve had a difficult time deciding between chocolate chip and peppermint stick, and he had just made up his mind when, with the recklessness of youthful delight, he looked up at her beseechingly and asked, "Can we do it tonight, Sara? Can we, please? Gramma won't mind if you stay over tonight; I'm sure she'd like a vacation away from us for a day."
"Well, I ... I ... don't know," she answered with trepidation as she guided him by the shoulders out of the ice cream parlor and away from the leering eyes of the aproned owner, who, in Sara's imagination had an inkling as to what they were talking about. Steve's insistence in staring down her U-necked blouse didn't make her feel any more comfortable either.
"Hey, come on, Sara. You promised we could." His lips perked out in a childish pout and his voice rose an octave as he stared at her imploringly.
Oh God, it was crazy but she wanted to as much as he wanted her to!
The day passed slowly, minutes inching away into hours that stretched on for an eternity. But Steve didn't seem to notice her anxiety. The usual gang of boys came over to swim in the pool while Sara busied herself indoors, watering the plants and vacuuming the Persian rugs. Anything to fill the time! God, anything to keep her busy until that hour when she and Steve could lie together, touching.
At last when Terry lugged the portable color television set to his room, shooting her glances as if to say, "How come you don't spend any time with me? How come you and Steve spend all your time together and leave me alone?" It could not be denied: his sibling jealousy had caused him more than one heartache since that day weeks ago. He lost his appetite and got stomach aches a lot when he saw Steve and Sara giggling together. It wasn't fair that Steve got all the privileges just because he was older. Well, he'd show them tonight! He'd stay up late and watch television and nobody could tell him what to do. If Sara dared tell him to turn off his light, he'd give her a scare. He'd tell Gramma Levinson that Steve and Sara were doing nasty things; even if he didn't know it to be true, he'd say it anyway! He'd get even!
Sara watched his mournful face as he struggled with the television set and half dragged it up the carpeted steps while she cleaned up the kitchen, putting the leftovers in the refrigerator and rinsing off the dishes before flicking on the dishwasher. A sudden queasiness overcame her, remembering how expectant the young boy had been that day-how desirous and wantonly inquisitive, how he wanted more of that delicious sensation. But she had cut him off and let his older brother explore her delights. What could she do? She couldn't let them both have her ... or could she?
The antique clock struck ten and Sara could hear the low roar of a cowboy movie filtering down the steps to the living room where she sat with a copy of House Beautiful opened to the same page it had been an hour before.
God, it was crazy, but she was as excited as a teenager herself, the shapely brunette woman thought. Even though she knew she shouldn't be doing this at all, that she should call her husband and tell him she would be right home. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Already her brain was filled with speculations about what he was doing at that moment, and she could almost imagine him removing each and every piece of his clothing, revealing his sweet young nakedness beneath them.
Salacious tinglings raced through her belly and loins as she walked up the steps in slow and measured steps and into the guest room that served as her bedroom for these summer months. When, she wondered, would he sneak into her room and uncover his beautiful young genitals-and would they be hard already, just like before? God how she wanted to make this a night he would never forget. Listening to Steve in his bedroom next door to hers, she could well picture his smooth skinned young body, gleaming in the soft light of the lamp beside her bed. She could barely keep from bursting into his room, right at that moment, but she held back, desperately wanting everything to go according to his grown-up plans. If only Tim put as much thought and consideration into making love to her.
She slipped into her room and slipped off her sandals and quickly pulled her skirt and blouse over her head. Her fingers were trembling with excitement as she unhooked her brassiere to free her high rounded, softly pointed breasts. Her entire being was yearning for this incredible youngster, to have him and possess him completely, if only for this one night out of their entire lives. The summer was coming to an end and Laura had indicated in her last letter that they may be returning before scheduled. Tim, too, was growing impatient-an obvious fact judging from his immature behavior this morning. Why, it was as if they had changed roles. Tim was the nagger and she the breadwinner.
All that did not matter to her now as she shuddered with anticipation, sliding her hands down over her narrow waist and belly to the elastic waistband of her panties, pressing them down over her gently flaring hips and rounded white buttocks. She caught sight of her naked reflection in the mirror over the dressing room table, and she watched her enormous, perfectly sculpted breasts bounce lightly as she stepped out of her white nylon bikini panties.
Sara was practically thinking of raping that sweet young boy, the beautiful, large berated woman thought as she stared accusingly at her reflection in the mirror. Would he mind? She smiled at the ridiculous thought. Her lips moistly parted, she stared at her reflection and pressed her fingertips over the soft, fleshy outer lips of her pussy. In a few moments, she would feel his hot young cock there, throbbing up into her pussy, pistoning in and out as he fucked a woman for the very first time in his life!
God, she couldn't wait another moment! Should she go ahead and sneak into his room? Or should she wait and let him feel like the aggressor. Oh, God, she implored of the forces above, don't let him mind if I sneak into his room. Don't let the sweet child feel slighted of his masculinity.
Oh, I have to have him before I lose my mind, she thought wildly, but I've got to have him or lose my mind completely!
Next door, Steve sat huddled on his bed waiting for the magic hour which, according to his clock was an hour away. He didn't want to seem too anxious by slipping into her room before he was sure Terry was asleep. She was in there, he knew, because he'd heard the water flooding down the drain. Only a half hour more, he yawned. He suddenly felt terribly sleepy so he shook his head, realizing that he'd almost drifted off despite the fact that he was sitting cross-legged on his bed with no clothes on.
A creak of the door and he heard someone say, "Steve, are you in there?"
Turning his head, his mouth gaped open as his mind drank in the incredible spectacle before him! She was standing there in the door of the room, silhouetted by the light from the hallway, wearing nothing at all! He blinked once, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, then stared wide eyed, not wanting to miss a single movement of her beautiful older body.
Steve felt his cock spring to instant hardness as she began to walk toward him, her hips swaying sensuously. His young, eager eyes scurried over her curving loveliness, drinking in the spectacle of her breasts swaying lightly and the secret triangle of her pussy. Man, she was gorgeous!
"Do you mind that I came in, baby?" the long-legged woman asked silkily, fully aware of the effect her presence was having on this young boy. "I just couldn't wait for my little sweetheart any longer. It's dark out-time for grown-ups to be together in the bedroom." Her dark eyes glanced at the inky silhouettes of the trees through the open window.
"I'm glad you came in, Sara. I was gonna wait till eleven o'clock, but I'm happy you're here with me."
"So am I," the lovely woman assured him, her voice husky with lustful promise. How wonderful to be with a man who didn't care about conquest and all those selfish things.
Steve could do nothing but stare at her in amazement, feeling suddenly less sure of himself as he heard her words. She was smiling in a way that was almost frightening, her glittering brown eyes almost devouring his naked young body.
Suddenly his voice was lost as his throat tightened nervously. What was she going to do tonight? Would she really let him fuck her? he wondered anxiously. She was standing right beside him now, her beautiful, naked breasts hanging down over his face as she leaned over and smiled down at him.
There was no doubt that she was crazy tonight. But God he was beautiful. Sara's lust-drugged mind mused in lascivious delight. The sight of his clear blue eyes, so big and apprehensive while she gloated over his body, sent tingling shocks of excitement racing through her loins. He was so good, so quietly waiting for her to make the first advance. God, even without touching him she could almost feel the smooth firmness of his young flesh against her hands, the heat of his lips upon her needing mouth, the hardness of his virile young cock pressuring into her wetly yearning pussy. Oh, she couldn't wait another moment ... She had to have him now!
"Why don't you lie down on the bed, Steve?" she whispered so that Terry could not hear. "I want my beautiful little lover to be spread out in front of me, baby. I want to see that wonderful penis of yours."
Steve nodded and hurried to do as she asked, lying down full length before her gleaming brown eyes. A choked groan rose in his throat as she sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to slide her fingertips over the pulsing rod of flesh that arched up from his loins. She was different tonight ... like some crazy beautiful stranger. It had seemed like such a good idea when he suggested her staying overnight, but now, God, now he didn't know what to say or do! He only hoped he wouldn't scream too loud and alert his brother sleeping down the hall.
Sara's brain felt like a boiling cauldron of lust as she leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips and used her hand to stroke up and down his warmly pulsating little penis. God, he was so young and tender, like a poignant reminder of herself at that age. Her pointed tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips. She felt hot and flushed all over, her mind whirling in a wanton fever as she reached out to take one of Steve's hands. Gently, she raised it and guided it up to press it against the warm yielding flesh of her breast.
"Don't you want to touch me, Stevie, darling?" she murmured down at him, her long lashed eyes half-closed as she leaned down to whisper against his cheek. "Play with my titties, Steve. Squeeze my nipples ... harder, darling ... like that, ooooh, yes!"
Eagerly following her directions, Steve pinched the rosy nipples of her breasts between his thumb and forefinger, watching as they tensed into hard points under his gentle manipulations. He gasped as she touched his penis and began to stroke it rhythmically up and down. Barely thinking of what he was doing, he began to tweak the hardened tips of her breasts, in the same pulsing rhythm. To his delight, she moaned blissfully and leaned down to plant tender little kisses over his neck and ears.
"Does that feel good, lover?" Sara uttered in his ear. "Do you think you want to get between my legs and do it now?"
"Oh, Sara, don't stop," he managed to whisper. "I do want to!"
His fervent response sent a lewd chill of delight rippling through her. She lifted her legs beside him on the bed and moved close to his boyish warmth, nestling her head into his shoulder. She smiled excitedly against his cheek as she lifted one thigh over him, allowing it to brush sensuously against the tip of his bloated penis.
"Your cock is so hard, Steve," she said softly as her eyes devoured the vision of the slim shaft of male flesh her body was longing for. "Wouldn't you like me to do something with it ... something we've never done before?"
Steve could only nod his head eagerly as her hand grazed over his cock again. He felt a though he were fighting for air in his nervous excitement. He started to groan as he felt her nakedness against him, her beautiful round breasts hovering right over in front of his face, the rosy distended nipples like red gumdrops before his lust-filled eyes.
This would be a night to remember!
* * *
Tim turned off the oven and covered the steaks with aluminum foil so they wouldn't dry out, and lit another cigarette.
"Christ," he said aloud with a look of disgust, leaning against the stove as the hour hand slipped clearly toward the eleven. What a hell of a predicament this is, he thought, taking a deep drag off his cigarette. I go out and spend the last of my money on this goddamn meal just so she can stand me up! What a hell of a celebration. Doesn't she even care that I've been out interviewing every day for the past two weeks till I finally landed this job? No phone calls, nothing to tell me where she is. Enough of this! I'm gonna find out what she's up to and put an end to it now. But first I need a joint.
* * *
Steve's heart thumped crazily as she wriggled against his naked body and, as she lay back down beside him on the coverlet he could see her pussy, could see the pink slit through the thin, dusky hair covering her femininity. His throat and mouth felt as dry as sand, as he lay still, still uncertain of what she wanted him to do. Then, with a little smile, she leaned down and kissed his naked chest, running her pointed pink tongue over the nipples until he felt the tingling running like an electric current down into his jutting cock.
Steve's boyish slim body quivered in barely restrained excitement as she began to slide down his length, her big plush breasts flattening against his ribs and belly as she squirmed lower and lower toward the end of the bed. Then, suddenly, she was on her knees, pressing his legs apart so she could climb between them, her lovely passion-flushed face poised over his waiting loins. Her shining deep brown eyes narrowed a they locked greedily upon the stiffening cock that arched up into the air from his slender hips.
"Do you know, sweetheart," she murmured huskily, as her head began to dip slowly downward toward his upthrust cock, "that your hard little prick tastes just as good as it looks?" With gentle fingers, she stroked back the pale hood of the foreskin and breathed warmth down on the Swollen, plum-colored know she had revealed. She smiled as she saw Steve's hips writhe involuntarily on the bed.
She was a slave now, a willing captive to the mind reeling passion surging through her shamelessly aroused body. Unable to restrain herself another moment, she lowered her head and kissed his rubbery cock head, feeling an urgent twitch of thrilling sensation up between her own thighs, her tongue flicking out snake like and greedily swiped the little glistening pearl of moisture that had oozed from the tiny opening at the head of the straining fleshy shaft. Its piquantly sweet taste spread over her tongue, and she savored it in delight, feeling her own lust rising almost to the bursting point.
"I liked it when you sucked on my cock and I licked your pussy, Sara. Are we gonna do that again?"
"Yes," Sara managed a throaty answer.
Steve was too wildly excited now to even remember his earlier feeling of apprehension. He could see her full ivory breasts dancing over his thighs, rising and falling with an excitement equal to his own as Sara clasped one hand firmly around his rampant cock and began to stroke it lovingly up and down. God, he wanted her to suck him again, to feel her wetly heated mouth closing so softly around his swollen cock ... but there was something else he wanted to do, and she said they could ... he was almost afraid to ask.
"That's really neat, Sara. I really liked it...." he said slowly, wondering if he dared suggest the thing he'd heard so much about. He was confused, more mixed up than he'd ever been before, and the things she was doing to his naked body weren't helping one bit!
Sara heard the doubt and fear in his voice, and, with a knowing smile, she shifted her position to lay down beside him. Her lush, mature woman's body pressed tight against his boyish leanness as she asked softly, "Maybe it was better when I just touched you with my hand and made you cum. Did you like that best of all?"
"Yes ... no ... I liked it," Steve gasped nervously, barely able to speak with the wanton excitement boiling in his loins. "Gosh, it was all great, Sara."
The beautiful young woman dimpled and snuggled even tighter against his trembling young warmth. God, this eager, innocent youngster was almost too good to be believed. Nothing in her life was real to her anymore but this sweet, willing boy who had given himself to her so easily, so enthusiastically responding to her every word and touch. He was just what she had been searching for, a male who would love her and not hurt her, but most of all ... a male with a nice hard cock to bring her the fulfillment she craved.
"Sara," he began softly. "Can we fu-fuck tonight?"
The gorgeous brunette smiled as she heard his voice stumbling over the blunt obscene word. The adolescent fervor in his sweet voice was exciting her more and more, and yet, she didn't want to answer him, not yet. She raised up onto her elbow and stared lustfully down into his flushed and waiting face. Slowly, almost tauntingly, she lowered her face down toward him, her softly parted lips finding his mouth, her pink tongue flicking out to tease lightly over his lips. With one lithe, sun-bronzed thigh lifted over his legs, she rubbed her inflamed pubic mound against his hip in a suggestive rhythmic motion. Lifting her head, she whispered teasingly. "Fuck? Do you know how to do that?"
The blond--haired boy looked away from her laughing brown eyes and unhappily bit at his lower lip. "Well, I don't, but you promised that we could try it," he muttered at last, then, he turned to her again, his eyes full of passionate pleading. "But you could show me, Sara. I'd do anything you told me to."
"Yes, baby, I know you would," she smiled against his cheek as her fingers combed through his fine golden hair. She gently caressed the smooth flesh of his face as she edged up higher on the bed until her heavy, rose-tipped breasts bounced provocatively above his gleaming eyes. "But right now, baby, I'd like it if you kissed my titties. Suck the nipples, suck them hard just like the sweet boy you are."
Sara quivered in anticipation as she saw his lips part obediently below one of her erectly pointed nipples, and, with little gasps of delight, she pressed the pink sensitive tip into his mouth.
"Oh, Steve, yesss," she moaned in delight as his warm, hungry lips engulfed the tingling point of flesh. "Suck, baby, suck it harder. Bite it a little bit-ooooh, that's just right!"
Hearing his little moans against her breasts, she smoothed her hand down over his chest and belly again to tenderly fondle the rigid swelling of his cock and the soft, velvety sacs that dangled between his legs. Her fingers tightened around the slender shaft of hard flesh as his lips began to move passionately over her heaving breasts, hungrily exploring the warm soft mounds that were thrust before his eager mouth. As his slim young cock pulsed and throbbed ardently in her hand, she watched his boyish lips tighten and relax as he sucked greedily on first one nipple and then the other.
Sara could feel the warm sticky moisture spreading out from her wetly seething cunt to saturate the swollen, hair-lined outer lips of her cunt, as the burning sensation grew in the pit of her stomach. Steve's fiery kisses on her naked flesh were turning her entire body into a bundle of raw nerve ends, filling her with a passion from which she could not separate herself. A tiny moan of forbidden delight fell from the older woman's open lips as the blond--haired boy suddenly reached up to seize both of her full, throbbing breasts. He squeezed them together, the soft flesh yielding until the puckered rosy nipples met. Then, with a breathless groan, he lifted his face to envelope them both in his sucking mouth.
Steve Levinson felt that his body was just too small to hold the fantastic crazy pressure that was building in his loins. The sensation of her two rubbery nipples in his mouth while Sara squeezed and massaged the full length of his eagerly twitching cock was almost more than he could stand! He could feel her hot breath blowing through his hair as his fingers clutched wildly at the vibrant fleshy warmth of her breasts. When he dug his teeth lightly over her turgid nipples, he felt her fingers tighten convulsively in lewd delight around his cock.
Maddening sensations of savage lust were spiraling through Sara's naked loins now as Steve's fingers eagerly traced the tantalizing curves of her warm swelling breasts with mounting adolescent passion.
She knew she could not bear this another moment and, abruptly, she pulled her nakedly trembling body away from him, removing her breasts from his warm sucking mouth. Her whole body was yearning toward that one wonderful moment when he would thrust his stiff boyish cock deep up into her moistly waiting cunt. As he frantically reached to pull her soft mounds of warmly throbbing breast flesh back down to him again, she pressed his arms down on the covers and sat up beside him on the bed. Barely hearing his anguished groan of disappointment, the nurse stared down at his loins, her eyes feasting on the sight of his rigidly throbbing cock jutting up from his sparse sprinkling of golden pubic hair and his virile young balls dangling heavily down between his smooth thighs.
"Come back Sara, please," Steve begged almost tearfully. He reached up again, desperately trying to wrestle her back down to him. "I want to kiss them some more. They feel so good and soft."
"Don't worry, baby. We're not finished yet!" she gasped laughingly as she struggled against him. "Don't you want to feel my pussy all hot and tight around your nice hard cock? Don't you want to fuck me?"
Steve gasped, then forgot all about his disappointment as he watched the lushly ripened woman rising to her knees beside him, her full, luscious breasts swaying heavily as she moved. Her laughing question had suddenly made him realize what they were about to do, and, feeling very young and nervous, he nodded his head and managed to whisper shakily. "Oh, wow, neat! Can we fuck now?"
Sara saw his big, nervous eyes and suddenly decided she had teased him enough. She leaned over to kiss him, then turned on the bed again, lifting one leg over him until she was nakedly astride his slender waist, her untanned asscheeks high in the air over his lithe hips. Shivering at the thrilling sensation of his flesh against the sensitive insides of her thighs, she began to wriggle her body downward until her widespread knees rested against his hips and her hotly quivering cunt hovered directly over the distended length of his lust-filled young cock.
"Oh, baby, you're so awfully long and hard now," she murmured with a little smile for the mingled lust and apprehension she saw in his expression. "Just wait until you get all that inside my pussy!"
The aroused youngster lifted his head to gaze at her pink cuntal slit as she crouched over his painfully throbbing cock. His eyes searched out the narrow furrow partially hidden by her black pubic hair, and he remembered how his middle finger had sunk into her hot little opening. He gulped and finally nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Then, as he watched her with open mouth and uncertain eyes, she slipped her hands down over her smoothly curving hips and inward through the soft vee of her pussy hair to where her cuntal lips pouted moistly. With a seductive smile, she slowly pulled the outer red, curl-fringed lips wide apart, spreading them apart to reveal the vibrant pink flesh between. He gasped as he saw the thin, vertical mouth of her cunt, barely an inch above the throbbing bloated head of his cock.
"Now, my little Stevie, I'm going to show you what my pussy can do for your cock."
"Is it neater than all the rest?" he asked hopefully, his eyes bright with anticipation.
"Much neater, baby."
Steve's lurching cock felt as hard and heavy as a marble statue and her salacious promises were only making it ache until it was actually painful. He whimpered deep in his throat as she grasped the solid length of his throbbing hardness and rubbed it lightly against the softly, heated flesh of her cuntal crevice. Barely understanding what he was doing, the boy began to lunge his hips madly up and down in a desperate effort to plant his lust-bloated head inside her feverishly moistened cuntal lips. He groaned in anguished frustration as she held him back, sliding his eager young cock between her tightly clenched asscheeks.
Steve moaned in bewildered ecstasy as her fingertips held his cock inside the wetly slithering warmth of her cuntal lips. The sight of her roundly pointed breasts jouncing heavily as she slid her pelvis back and forth over his loins added to his excitement and he began instinctively thrusting his loins upward to match her every movement. God, it was sooo good, but he still wished she'd put it inside her pussy! That was what everybody was always talking about, so it must be the best of all!
And then, suddenly, as though she had read his thoughts, Sara was lifting herself higher, pointing his pulsing cock head right at the tiny opening to her pussy. He watched as her hand stroked smoothly up and down his rigid shaft of flesh for another moment and then, sighing in surrender, she gently lowered herself.
Suddenly anxious to not miss a single thing, Steve propped himself up on his elbows and. gaped in fascination as he saw his stiffly throbbing rod of flesh spreading the pink, hair-lined lips of her pussy. Then she sat down on his cock! It seemed to slide in forever, going deep into her warmly clasping flesh. He grunted in mindless rapture as he felt the hard rubbery head of his excited cock slip deep, deep ... ever deeper up into her belly. And then her soft naked buttocks were resting lightly on his thighs. All of his rampant cock had been swallowed right up inside her moistly heated pussy.
Sara groaned in ecstasy as she felt his rigidly pulsing shaft of flesh filling her blazing cunt more gloriously and deeply than she ever would have thought possible. She quickly smoothed her hands down over his slim young hips to hold him still and whispered, "Now, just stay there a moment, sweetheart. Feel what my pussy can do for your wonderful cock!"
Clenching her inner muscles to grip his slender young cock snugly within her steaming cuntal depths, the older woman began to rotate her full rounded hips, swiveling her tight cuntal sheath up and down the full length of his hotly pulsing cock. Each time his excited cock lurched spasmodically in her wetly straining cunt, she clamped her muscles around him in response, delighted in the dazzling look of ecstasy that came over his sweet, young face.
"Oooooh, that's wild!" Steve sighed shakily, his slim hips thrusting uncontrollably upward to meet her grinding motions as she held his cock Firmly inside her warmly rippling cuntal hole.
In his fourteen years, Steve had never heard anyone, not even his neighborhood buddies who'd 'touched' girls, talk or act as dirty as his beautiful nurse had in these episodes, and yet there was something about the way she mouthed the forbidden four-letter words and the way she moved her naked body when she did all the things he'd heard about that made him like her all the more. He felt sorry for his younger brother and a bit remorseful, knowing he'd stolen his girlfriend away. Maybe one day soon they could take their turns with her and share her, like the brothers they were.
Steve stared up at her. God, he was crazy about her! And the way she looked now with her big brown eyes blazing and her mouth soft and loose as though she had forgotten everything in the world but his cock fucking up into her belly. Man, he was sure he'd love her for the rest of his life!
"Oh, that's so good, isn't it, sweetheart?" Sara whispered shakily as she felt the broad fleshy base of his impaling young cock exquisitely massaging the erect bud of her clitoris. She leaned forward hungrily and found his mouth with her own to savagely kiss his tender young lips. She felt strangely calm yet completely exhilarated, like nothing she had ever known before. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she began to raise and lower her undulating asscheeks and hips on his hard young cock, feeling her breath being whipped away by the rapture of her wild depravity.
Steve groaned in delirium as she fucked her hotly clasping pussy up and down around his pistoning cock, her soft pliant breasts flattening against his chest as she clung to him. Then suddenly, she stopped the rapid lunging of her hips and straightened her legs down over his body. Before he could protest her stillness, she hissed hotly into his ear, "Turn over, lover. Quick! Get on top of me. I want you to fuck me right."
Sara felt his arms wrap tightly around her back and they rolled over together on the bed, wriggling frantically until she lay nakedly panting beneath him on the coverlet. Smiling in encouragement up at him, she spread her legs wide apart, until one dropped over the edge of the bed and the other was waving up in the air. "Now, baby," she whispered lustfully. "Fuck me! Fuck me until I scream for it!"
Steve abruptly realized that he was free to do whatever he liked and he began to jerk his hips back and forth, trying to ram farther and farther into her moist silken cunt. His blue eyes gleamed with passion as he propped his slim young body up on his elbows and stared down between their cock and cunt joined bodies. He drank in the lewd sight of his glistening young cock, moist with her female juices, fucking deeply into the stretched coral slit of her hotly yielding pussy. His eyes gaped wider as he watched the movements of the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, the fleshy folds drawing outward with each slow move he made, then being swallowed up again as he gently thrust forward up into her belly with the smooth in-and-out rhythm she had begun.
As she saw his expression of lustful entrancement, Sara began to rotate her buttocks up against him in the most provocative manner she could possibly manage. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his sweet, boiling sperm far up into her hungrily clasping cunt, to fill her as she had never been filled before. To have even considered seducing a young boy would have been a horrifying thing only a few days ago, and probably she would hate herself for it someday, but tonight ... tonight she was revelling in her own sensuality, with absolutely no intention of stopping until she had satisfied herself with the youngster to the very limit of her capacity for sex!
"Oh, God, that's right, Steve ... fuck me! Fuck me!" she crooned mindlessly at him as she bucked up rhythmically to meet each stroke of the plunging boyish cock that was bringing such sweet rapture to her loins. She was no longer ashamed, or even sorry for living lured this wonderful youth to do what he was doing, pistoning his slender young cock in and out of her pussy until she thought she would lose her mind! She moaned ceaselessly as she humped beneath the blond--haired fourteen year old boy, guiding his slaving movements frantically with her hands and hips, utterly lost in the terrible intensity of her wild, ever mounting excitement.
Steve's hips bucked madly up and down to bury the full length of his lust inflamed cock deep in the wetly working passageway of her pussy. He moved suddenly into a series of longer, smoothly plunging strokes that pulled his pulsing, fleshy staff almost all the way out of Sara's tightly clenching pussy on the back stroke and then drove it forward into her belly again until he could feel the blood swollen head of his cock filling her all the way up to her cervix deep inside. The wet, flat smacking sound of his hips thudding against her heaving upthrust pelvis resounded noisily throughout the dimly lit room and the inexperienced teenager vaguely wondered if he were hurting the tight, narrow hole had kissed and licked that afternoon. He didn't think he was, because she seemed to be getting more excited every second.
The ravishing older woman ground her hips wildly up against him, the flushed color of her beautiful face registering the true intensity of her passion. She was growing more and more aroused by the second, and the teenager's long slender cock stroked harder and harder into her eagerly working cuntal hole. Sensing that the panting youth was about to cum very soon, she snaked one hand up around his neck, pulling his face down to rest in the billowing white warmth of her breasts. She wanted his first time to be so good he'd never forget it ... or her!
Steve could feel her begin to thrash more wantonly beneath him and her impassioned writhings made him forget everything but the tempest of wild animal lust that was building up deep in his sperm bloated balls. His hands slipped roughly down between the coverlet and the full creamy white cheeks of her ass, and the boy clutched the firm smooth globes in his spread fingers and palms, massaging the warm pliant flesh in delight as he felt his hot white cum churning in his balls. God, he couldn't wait! He had to cum now!
Then, suddenly, Sara gasped in delighted surprise as she felt his rigid young cock begin to jerk crazily in the depths of her damp and arching belly. His burgeoning cock head flared out until it seemed as though it were trying to tear right through the walls of her greedily working cunt and into her belly. Lost in her own lust, the beautiful nursemaid took a moment before she realized that her teenage lover was cumming, about to fill her ravenous pussy with his fresh young sperm. He was going to erupt into a woman's pussy for the first time in his young life!
The lewd thought made her shiver with renewed excitement and her hands darted out to grasp his pumping little buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible between her open, willing loins. At that moment she felt a vibrant tingling thrill begin to radiate out from the swollen bud of her clitoris, saturating her loins in a reverberating warmth. With a low, animal cry of ecstasy, she whipped her rounded asscheeks wildly from side to side, spiraling her tightly clasping pussy up and down on his virile young cock.
"Oh, Stevie, fuck me! Fuck me, baby!" she gasped suddenly a her entire body began to vibrate uncontrollably against him. She screamed it again and didn't care who heard her. "I'm cummmmmmming!"
But had she known that on the other side of the door stood her husband watching her lustful actions, her obscene words, her enjoyment might not have been so intense.
In their ignorance, the two writhing bodies continued fucking in heaving, panting motions, screaming out their rapture. The naked teenager paused a moment, losing his own rhythm as he gasped out his own orgasm. Then, with a rush that took Steve's breath away, his boiling white sperm gushed from his tingling testicles and he lost all control of his passion. Jamming his wildly jerking cock all the way to the hilt inside the hot contracting depths of Sara's pussy, he felt his own cum erupting far up in her heatedly quivering cunt, thee to mix with the slick cuntal juices of her own cunt, there to mix with the slick cuntal juices of her own orgasm.
"Oh, fill me lover," her husband heard her say as she wantonly writhed and groaned brokenly up at Steve as she felt his sweet youthful sperm almost overflowing her belly with its warm slippery wetness. The spasming walls of her pussy clenched and unclenched tightly around it, desperately sucking at the jerking organ like a hungry mouth. Dazzling flashes of erotic rapture filled her brain as a second orgasm surged through her, making her body quiver and shake with a new fury.
"Oh, Steve, don't stop! Don't ever stop, baby," Tim heard his wife scream incoherently. Her ravenous cunt walls clasped insatiably around his emptying penis until at last, it gave one final lurch and then it lay still within the moistly rippling depths of her belly. Steve fell exhaustedly across her sweat soaked body and then, after several moments, she too quivered to stillness, her long trembling legs going limp to either side of his gasping form.
It was too much for Tim to watch! Christ, he was glad it was over with because it was all he could do to keep from jumping between those two sweat soaked bodies and beating them both to a pulp. When the cab let him off in the front of the house and he knocked on the door till his knuckles turned white, only to be greeted by silence, he'd thought they were asleep and he'd made several imaginative excuses for her inconsideration of not calling him to tell him she'd be late. But this, this was unforgivable! He was happy now that he'd crawled through that hole in the screen to find out what Sara was really up to, and if it hadn't been for the screaming he'd heard he never would have thought to investigate the second floor.
That kid, that goddamned kid can't be more than six months over thirteen, judging from the size of his slender cock that was now popping from his wife's cunt with a lewd noise, wet and sloshy. Jesus, the last thing in the world he'd expected to find was his wife in bed with a, a teenager!
He watched with bated breath as his wife rolled her young lover from her weary body, breathing quickly to fill her burning lungs with air as he slowly lifted himself from her. She moaned softly as the sensation of his depleted cock slipping out of her drenched pussy, pulling free with a lewd popping sound. He watched as the blond--haired youth collapsed on the bed beside her, Sara smiling as the heated sperm drained out of her, trickling down her cuntal furrow, across her satiny buttocks to pool on the coverlet beneath them.
Oh, Christ! That was it! How much could a husband take? Tim was finding it difficult to breathe, and had, by this time taken his impatiently throbbing cock out of his pants and had it in his hand. He knew he had to have some relief soon. There was his wife in front of him! She was lewdly perverted, that he could see-Jesus Christ, taking on a young kid like that, she had to be nuts when she had a husband at home! God, she hadn't fucked him like that for months!
He wanted revenge!
His mind raced over all the possibilities. He could always expose her, but if he did that, he would have to expose the fact that they hadn't been getting along and besides, he'd be the laughing stock of their friends if they found out she'd been making it with a kid. Shit! It would be so much easier if he didn't love her. But his jealousy was driving him to madness as he watched she and the kid stroking each other's bodies. He had to find a way to really humiliate her and that would ease the building pressure in his balls at the same time.
Fucking bitch! Tim thought wildly as he watched his wife touching the young boy's thighs with her creamy white hand-the very hands that used to stroke him and beg him to make love to her. All the rationalization in the world he might summon would never eliminate the obscene picture their forbidden embrace etched in his fuming mind, nor the sheer, vengeful lust mounting from it! Goddamn her! I'll teach that little slut a lesson she'll never forget! I don't give a damn if she looses her job. He half threw the door open and staggered into the room. He began screaming with a cry of rage growing in his throat. He was going to show them. Sara gave a choked cry and jumped from the bed, running nakedly toward the door. He charged across the room toward the bed with both fists f lying.
Steve's mouth flew open and his slender body slipped from the bed and crawled underneath, pulling the messed up coverlet down so as to hide himself from the raging animal who'd interrupted the most wonderful moment of his life. He heard lots of nasty words, worse than the ones Sara used, and something about marriage. Married? Was Sara married? She never told him that! His knees curled up to his hairless chest and he quivered with fear. There was a madman in his bedroom and he was saying awful things to Sara!
"Don't do anything you'll be sorry for," he heard Sara plead fearfully.
"Sorry! I won't be sorry if I kill both of you! Where's that fucking kid you were screwing?" Tim roared, seizing his wife by both of her wrists.
"Tim, I couldn't help it, believe me," Sara wailed.
The outraged husband was drunk with anger-unreasoning-wanting only revenge. He looked at his naked wife in front of him, and he felt again that desire for revenge, only stronger this time; he was going to show her. His lips twisted in a cruel and utterly humorless grin. "I'll show you who's gonna get it!"
With that he spun his wife around and threw her on the boy's bed, face down. Steve heard the inauspicious creaking of the bedsprings and seized the moment to slip behind his desk on the other side of the room, closer to the door but with a vantage point so that he could see what this awful man was going to do to Sara.
Tim didn't wait to take off his clothes. He unzipped his pants and took his huge, angrily pulsating cock out.
"Get those knees up with your ass high in the air! Now! I said now!"
Sara wasn't sure what was happening. She only knew that she'd never felt so humiliated in her life. She had to make him understand, she just had to!
"Tim," she pleaded hoarsely, her voice loaded with anguish. "Tim, I love you. You have to believe that!"
"Then what the fuck were you doing with a little kid like that. That's fucking perverted!"
"He lets me ... he lets me...." Oh, it was no use, her lungs burned with anguish, she couldn't get out the words that choked her with this hateful emotion. "He lets you what?"
"Do ... do things to him you won't let me...." she gasped, as she both heard and felt the resounding slap of his huge hand across her naked asscheeks at the same time, and she couldn't contain her gasp of pain and surprise.
"What ... what ... ouch, Tim, that ... hurts!"
"I said get those asscheeks high, baby!" Tim snarled, brutally.
Sara couldn't believe that her husband would dare slap her ... but he had! And right across the buttocks, too! She could still feel the blow of his hand ... he was crazy with revenge.
"I'll tell you once more, bitch!" he ordered harshly. "On your knees with your ass high!"
Dear God! He meant it! Why...? She loved him ... she'd told him that, and he loved her ... so she thought. What was he trying to do? But she did as he said, afraid of what he might do if she ignored his command.
"Now, then, Sara, I'm going to fuck your asshole ... or don't you want to do anything nasty in front of your little friend? I hope he sees it, the little prick! If you can let that little kid fuck you in the cunt, you can sure as hell let me have you ... my own wife ... in the ass! Now make up your mind, Sara. It's either me or him. But I'll know, Sara, that if you say no, that means the end of our marriage. Now, Goddamn it, make up your sluttish mind!"
With an ovaled mouth, young Steve peeked out from behind the desk in time to see this man drop to his knees, clutch his prick in his hand, while his girlfriend, his wonderful Sara, knelt fearfully with her buttocks thrust upward only a foot away from him.
"I'm not going to do it until you tell me to, baby!" Tim said suddenly. "You're going to make the decision ... the kid in the cunt, or me in the ass ... which is it, Sara? Do you want me ... all of me or not? If you want it in your ass, say so, because that will be our true marriage! Did you hear me, Sara? I said FOREVER! Now make up your mind. I don't want you back if you say no. In fact I'll walk out of here and never talk to you again."
Sara closed her eyes tight, feeling the pearls of tears snaking down her flushed cheeks. Her mouth was dry and her throat sore, but she managed to voice her decision. "All right! Please, Tim, I love you too. Fuck me there ... fuck me in the ass! I want you more than anything," she sobbed. "I've always loved you but you didn't seem to care. Now fuck me with your cock in my ass!" There was no way out for her and she knew it. If ever she wanted to die it was at that moment when she knew the tender young ex-virgin teenager was watching this lewd scene in silence. Oh God, don't let him be hurt by this! she prayed silently. She'd try to make it up to him.
Tim felt a surge of new blood racing toward the hotly throbbing head of his extended cock. He half grinned at the sight of her glistening buttocks as he kneed himself up between his wife's widespread thighs and open buttocks. From where he was hiding, Steve could see Sara's moist cunt, but it was the small puckered dark opening between her rounded asscheeks that held his attention. He gasped as Sara's husband positioned himself behind her, and then gently dipped his finger between the hair fringed lips of her cum drenched cunt, watching her hips and buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion.
Tim smeared the viscid moisture up and over the crinkled, tight little hole of her rectum as Steve gaped. He did it several times, before suddenly grasping and dipping the head of his pulsing cock between her swollen cuntal lips, and then nuzzling it tightly up against her stretched anus.
Sara gasped as she heard her husband give a frightening little half laugh ... a salacious sound that struck terror into her fearfully rising and falling belly. Trying to fight down the rising tides of panic, she clenched her hands into her fists and closed her eyes tightly. I love him! I want him, God help me! This is my punishment for being so foolish, oh God, just don't let Steve get hurt!
Then, without hesitating another second, he thrust forward and she felt an agonizing pop and stretching at her rectal passage. Her breath choked in her throat as a vicious spasm of momentary pain ripped through her.
"Aaarrrgggh! God," she moaned, trying to get free of the wickedly torturous cock fucking into her defenseless back passage. "Wait, Tim, please."
Oh, God ... dear God! She'd thought all along that she could take him ... but she'd sorely misjudged the size and capacity of her rectum! He was going to hurt her, no matter what she tried to do to ease the pressure. Her rounded white buttocks began to thrash insanely, and then she heard her husband laugh and felt his strong hands gouging into the tender flesh of her hips. My God! He was holding her vise-like, and her attempts to move only helped him to drive his huge rod of solid male flesh deeper and deeper up into her cringing back passage.
"Push back! Dammit, shove that sweet ass back onto it!" Tim commanded, grasping at her tensed, upper thighs and straining his hips forward obscenely. "It's too late to run now, baby! You've made your decision....
"Oh ... oh, God!" Sara choked, unable to restrain the tears of humiliation nor the guttural moans of shame that were sweeping over her. Yet it was more than a debasing humiliation of the perverse ass-fucking he was subjecting her to before Steve ... it was self shame at her negligence of her husband who had done all he could to make her love him in the past few weeks. She realized it all then ... she remembered how he'd made her breakfast, quit drinking, ended his friendship with Larry ... she remembered it all ... along with her own apathy toward their marriage ... but, God in heaven ... could she stand it?
He's going to ruin me for good! Oh ... ohhhh, it's so big. He ... he's punishing me ... oh, how he's punishing me...! Yes ... yes, I want him to ... I do, I do! It's the only way. Right ... right up my ass, lover ... ohhhh, punish me, darling, punish me!"
Sara hunched back determinedly as Tim thrust forward and she felt the thickness of his throbbing cock surging into her, pushing the rubbery, persistent flesh before it, until, at last, with one final ass-flattening lunge he ground it all the way up inside the warm constricting depths of her salaciously stretched rectum!
At last! At last! Her brain reeled in her strange masochistic torment, then she felt his strong hairy pelvis smack solidly into the softness between her obscenely upturned buttocks, his balls swinging down hard against the open lips of her pussy below. She was fucked to the hilt, and afraid to breathe with the unbelievable pressure that felt as if she would never be the same again.
She realized that she was strangely beginning to enjoy a strange sense of atonement. She deserved everything her angry husband was doing to her,. and would do to her from now on. It was all her fault. She should never have gotten involved with children. My God! What had she been thinking of? Was she crazy? She'd nearly ruined both of their lives. She had been a fool ... and now she'd crawl to him like a slave if he'd have her ... willingly endure whatever pain or humiliation it took just to set things right for all of them, including Steve. Oh dear God, Steve! Don't let him be afraid of sex because of what Tim is doing to me! Don't let it ruin it for him! He's such a loving child!
From his hiding place, Steve could see the tears of anguish flowing from his precious Sara's beautiful brown eyes. Tears came to his eyes too as he watched nakedly, squatting on his bare haunches. It was his fault; he was the one who wanted her to make love to him. Oh God, why had he asked her to if it would cause her such pain.
He had to do something to make her feel better. She liked it when I touched her breasts, he thought shyly. Maybe if I sneak over by the bed and touch that soft skin of hers it will make it better for her. Keeping low to the floor, Steve crawled up on the bed, his cock hardened and standing out straight from his slim boyish loins. Careful not to get in the way of Sara's husband, he meekly reached out and squeezed one breast and traced his hand down her nakedly straining body, pulling and kneading at her softly white flesh, just as she had taught him to do.
Sara raised her head just enough to smile up at Steve with a grateful expression. Jesus, the things that child could do to her!
Steve had never imagined anything like this! There had to be some way for him to help Sara like what Tim was doing to her. He wondered what that magic thing would be as he stared bug-eyed at the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time the older man withdrew his thickly pulsating cock.
Meekly, he touched Tim's arm and said softly, "Why don't you turn her over so I can play with her down there on the other side." It was sincerely said, and Tim had no reasons to believe the young boy was trying to trick him out of his wife's ass fucking. He looked at the fourteen year old boy quizzically, wondering if Sara had taught the kid that trick too. Tim's eyes narrowed as he thought to himself, what a fucking good idea! We'll fill her so full of cock she won't be able to walk for a week.
"Okay, kid." And then to Sara he bellowed, "Now we're gonna have a double fuck, Sara. Me and your little kid friend here are gonna fuck you like you never dreamed."
The door creaked open and a sleepy-eyed boy stepped into the dimly lit room. An awful, scary dream had woken him and when he'd gone to the bathroom he could hear voices in the hallway. Terry rubbed his eyes, his pajamas hanging loosely from his slender boyish hips. Eyes squinting against the light, he focused on a woman, a naked woman with a man on top of her! He stepped cautiously, closer, closer to the bed. It was Sara! And there was Steve too on the bed beside her touching her on her beautiful titties! With a gasp of jealous disgust, he stepped back a pace and watched as his older brother helped the man grab Sara's hips and roll her over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of the man, bringing a groan of surprise from his wonderful Sara. Terry watched with wonderment as Sara's back pressed down against the man's stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside, while the man's thing stuck deep up into Sara's most secret place.
Terry nearly started to cry when he saw his brother crawl on top of Sara, forcing her thighs between his own, spreading her legs even further apart and aiming his jerking cock to push it quickly into the moistly stretched hole of Sara's open pussy that he'd touched just once. They were having a party and didn't tell him. The corners of his mouth drooped and his mouth twitched as he felt the tears of jealousy welling in his hairless chest.
"Ooooh, God!" Sara moaned as Steve's young lust hardened cock fucked without hesitation into her wetly cringing cunt-fucking into her until she felt his heavy, sperm filled balls slap hard against the open cheeks of her buttocks, joining her husband's cock, sunk deep in her ass. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of the momentary pain and in the delight of the fiery cocks, both young and old, filling her with such savage thrusts. She could feel it greater now as they fucked deeper into her tender body with only the fleshy tissue between rectum and cunt separating their hardened cocks.
Sara's eyes rolled back in her head and she was beginning to groan an incessant lo v-pitch whine. There was no fear now, only the delicious feeling of total male attention. God, it was wonderful. And Steve had learned, he had learned so much about giving that he didn't mind sharing her with another man, despite his youthful resolutions to have her all to himself. Oh, it was beautiful!
Feet away, Terry watched in an almost unconscious state of lust; he'd never dreamed of anything like this happening in his house. He couldn't help it, he had to pull out his own young aching cock as he watched the man and his brother begin fucking wildly into the nursemaid's writhing, hotly moist pussy with thundering movements. Terry watched dumbfounded as the man's hips moved up and down lifting all three of the naked bodies up off the bed, fucking in and out of her anus with hard strokes ... the two males-boy and man-finally falling into a rhythmic cadence that pounded her between them like a ragdoll.
He couldn't believe they were doing this to his Sara! It looked scary, but she seemed to be liking it the way her mouth gaped open and she moaned for more. Terry bent over until his face was just a few short inches from the wetly glistening cocks fucking into Sara's wide stretched genital openings. He watched breathlessly as the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulled out with Steve's wet cock on the outstroke and disappeared back inside as he fucked again deep into her quivering little belly. The same view came to his young wide blue eyes when they saw the man's thickly hardened prick sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the tight pink ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wildly fucking back up into her until his sperm bloated balls were fucked hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks.
Terry had to get in on it! He remembered how she liked to stroke his prick and how good it made him feel with her soft fingers wrapped around his bloated penis. But God, her hands were moving all over, pounding on the bed with clenched fists. Slipping off his pajamas, he lay on the bed next to his brother's head until his young hard pulsating prick was even with the older woman's face.
Sara's head twisted from side to side against Steve's chest while his fingers teasingly kneaded her breasts; she felt only a great wetness and tearing up between her legs. Her mouth opened and closed in ecstasy at the feeling and the thought of these two hard males fucking into her. As she was slowly adjusting to their dual fucking down between her legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one side ... and then there were fingertips gently opening her mouth and a long, smooth, rubbery thing teased against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw young Terry's cock, thick and hard, throbbing against her mouth.
"Oh, yes, Terry! Oh darling, let me suck your cock, baby." She relaxed her lips and let him open them with his fingers and slide his cock into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the warm slenderness of his boyish prick slither up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its young heated rigidity. He held her face firmly with his hands and began to fuck into her mouth, hoping he wouldn't hurt his precious Sara. But if she said it was all right, then he certainly had no doubts. Sara knew about these things.
The nursemaid choked as he fucked it halfway down her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her wetly parted lips. She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the outstroke.
Oh dear God! she moaned out in her ecstasy as they fucked her between the three of them, giving her the male attention she'd craved for so long. All those cocks giving her love, filling her with pleasure she'd never known existed.
Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to undulate her buttocks and clench her muscles fist-like against the hard, lust driven cocks that were fucking into her. She moaned and her lips tightened more hungrily around the hotly throbbing cock fucking into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Terry's hard vicious drives. The touching of his veins and ridges as her tongue swirled voraciously around the pulsating head was driving her crazy with lust ... her tongue tip searching for the tiny slit on the end. At the same time, she was aware of her buttocks moving downward against Tim's upcoming cock digging deep into her widely stretched rectum, and then her hips were driving forward and upward to suck all of Steve's cock into her now insatiable pussy. All sense of her position and the lewdness of it seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of ecstasy that was racing like some obscene sheet of wild fire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered anymore but the lust hardened cocks fucking into her from all directions, and she rocked crazily under their fucking, while she sucked at Terry's youthful cock in her mouth.
Oooooh, God, she wanted his young cum to gush out in her throat ... spew down her throat ... fill her belly as those fucking into her cunt and wide stretched anus would fill her there!
Oh God ... she could feel Terry's cock bloating against her mouth and she tongued it madly ... cum, cum, cum trip hammered through her mind.
And he did!
It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy white liquid deep into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed gluttonously to keep from gagging on the great continuous jets spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in quick voracious gulps, tightly fastening her lips like a rubber ring around his young ejaculating cock, afraid of losing even a single trickle of the precious male fluid. Even so, small droplets issued and dribbled from the corners of her mouth as Terry groaned and rolled away from her, and his deflating young cock slithered limply from between her still sucking mouth, thin sticky threads of the warm white semen stretching from her lips to his cock as it slowly back away ... but there was still Tim and Steve!
"Oh God, fuck it, fuck it pleeeezzzz...." she grunted thickly to each continuing fuck they made into her cunt and anus. Wild and almost crazed they became slapping into her with an endless rhythm, but she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they fucked into her until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon ... in a mindless family reunion of forbidden pleasure.
"Aaaahhhh, ohhhh, eeeee ... God, yes! I can feel both your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt me! Oh God, keep fucking ... keep fucking!" Sara screamed out to them, egging them on now, the lewd, salacious thought of having her husband and her young lover both fucking her while the pungent white sperm of another still filled the recesses of her mouth suddenly driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy of lust. On and on it went ... the rising crescendo of it ... Her mind exploded and nothing else mattered ... nothing existed but the sensations of lustful rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling body.
"Fill me! Now! Oh, God, fill me now with your cum!" she screamed. "Shoot it into me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her womb and bowels contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the cocks skewering into her.
Then, without warning, Tim began to shout obscenities, and at that second, Sara, her body wantonly writhing and twisting like a belly dancer's between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm shoot deep up into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of feeling jetting through her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cream deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then Steve grunted and fucked his cock as far up into her wildly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her chest, and his wildly jerking cock let loose and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far up into the depths of her trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her ... And then it was over....
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh babies, oh babies, oh my babies," murmured Sara when the mass of arms, legs and fingers had unwrapped and untangled from the coverlet. Her eyes were swollen shut, and she could not swallow. A cool hand on her forehead pulled her blue black hair from her eyes; she could smell the musky scent of male lust heavy above her.
"Sara," a half-whispered voice cooed above her. "I hope you liked it. He looked like he was hurting you and I wanted to make it better. Jeez, but that was the neatest of all!" Without opening her eyes, Sara knew it was Steve's mellifluous voice comforting her.
"Come to me ... all of you...." she said in a panting whisper. "All my men ... I want you all." This was the most fulfilling moment of her life and she had to return the love they had given her. At last every part of her body had been satisfied, and she knew, deep within her feminine intuitive consciousness that it would not be the last time.
Time would iron out the wrinkles in her marriage, and the Levinson boys had been instrumental in bringing her marriage back together, making it a two-way street once again. For tonight, she had proven her love to Tim in the most openly giving sexual expression possible.
