The attraction between teenage girls and older men is one of the most complex and enduring problems facing modern society. On one hand, there is certainly a strong argument that such liaisons should never take place. Teenagers and adults are rarely compatible emotionally or intellectually or experientially. The basis of the relationships are usually unsavory, in that the man is looking for a mindless sexual slave while the woman is seeking a father figure, and nine times out of ten both parties are left miserable as a result. On the other hand, such liaisons do take place, and with surprising frequency. Teenage girls are reputed to be more mature than their male counterparts; they are naturally attracted to an older man's sophistication and charm. Likewise, older men are more than eager to reward these attentions. A young girl is more attractive physically than a forty year old woman. She is also less demanding, less questioning and much easier to please. It is, as many a man has said, 'like taking candy from a baby.'
In this novel David Harper attempts to explore this fascinating sociological problem Our central character is Jennifer. Jennifer is sixteen, pretty, wholesome and typically naive. She was raised to be sexually chaste and has not yet been tempted to sacrifice her virginity. But Aaron Red-field is an urbane and sophisticated man, and by the end of the novel Jennifer finds herself experiencing sexual relations not only with him but with his 28-year-old cousin as well. Aaron is obviously an amoral seducer of women, and Harper readily admits that he finds Aaron's actions utterly deplorable. But Harper also admits that his central character is not saddened by the seduction. To the contrary, she takes great pleasure in their sexual relations; she is happy in Aaron's wing and hopes that he will continue to have her in the future.
In a sense, it is this innocent, genuine reaction to a jaded, shrewd seduction that constitutes the heart of this epidemic problem. Such Spring-Autumn romances have flourished for centuries, and Harper does not hope that his novel will alleviate the situation. He does hope, however, that his writing might aid his reader in reaching a better understanding of it.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was, she thought, an unusually quiet night. So far she'd only been there for a few days, and she knew she couldn't really tell, but even so: everything seemed so still. The fields beyond the house were absolutely silent. Occasionally a breeze would waft through the tall rows of wheat and corn, but that was all; there was no sign of crickets, or frogs, or any of the number of buzzing insects she had already come to associate with the country. Beyond the fields, way way off in the distance, there was the semi-circle of barren tan hills that separated their valley from the next one to the south. The hills were marked with cliffs and crevices and jagged slides, and in the past two days she had almost been kept awake by the loud roar of the wind rushing through them. But the wind was gone now, and the only thing she could hear was the imaginary but incessant sound of the space beyond, the sound she always heard when she looked at the bright stars and the wan face of the moon. The sound was to her very much like the sound of the sea, and she'd been hearing it for as long as she could remember. She knew it didn't actually exist--stars did not make noise; it was impossible--but that had never stopped her from hearing it all the same.
"Oh my," Jennifer sighed softly. For a few moments longer she continued to lean out the open window of her second story bedroom, staring out at the countryside and feeling completely content for the first time all day. Then the sounds she had missed suddenly arrived. The wind came in over the southern hills, and a second after she heard it she also felt it; it passed through the window like a frightened burglar, running madly around the walls and making her milk white skin goose-bump under the sheer thigh-length nightie she was wearing. Jennifer shut the window as quickly as she could and turned to flick on the light. Then she about-faced and stood for a few seconds appraising the room, admiring its spaciousness and its old fashioned, expensive furnishings and the two regal, firm double beds that stood in the center. Double beds, she reminded herself, not singles. The past few days were the only time in her life she had slept in a double bed, and it still struck her as ironic that she had earned the privilege by being convicted for a crime. Actually it wasn't ironic at all; it was absurd. When the judge had sentenced her to six months in a halfway house a week before she had been close to tears; that night in her cell she had been kept awake with horrible visions of ghetto tenements and crime hardened teenagers and sadistic guards who beat inmates for the smallest infraction. But the Redfield House wasn't like that at all. That was the funny part, Jennifer thought; it was the nicest place she'd ever been in her life.
"Oh my, " Jennifer repeated. She shook her head and half-smiled and looked at the solid mahogany grandfather clock in the corner of the room. It was still only ten o'clock. She knew she had to awaken at six in the morning for chores, just as Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa did, but in spite of the day's hard work she still didn't feel like sleeping. For a moment Jennifer didn't know what to do. Then she remembered her most prized and secret possession, and she turned back to the door. She locked and bolted it and took a minute to scurry a little fearfully around the room, closing shades and checking closets and doing everything she could to insure that she was absolutely alone and undisturbed. Finally she padded across the thick Oriental carpet to the bed. She lifted the edge of the mattress, thrust her hand under it and withdrew a battered, innocent looking cardboard box. Then she smoothed out the covers, and sat on the bed. She placed the box on her slender, bare thighs, glanced quickly to either side (as if someone had somehow managed to sneak through the walls while she wasn't looking) and lifted off the top. Inside the box was a thick, lavishly bound book with a padded leather cover and an inlaid gold inscription.
Her diary. Jennifer looked at the book and smiled, remembering all the things she had had to go through in order to keep it. Since her arrest for shoplifting only a month ago she had lost just about every possession she had. Her grandfather, the only adult who had cared for her since her parent's death, was now in a convalescent home; Jennifer knew that he would probably be dead by the time she had a chance to visit him. Her valuables and most of her clothing had been impounded by the police, and when she had come up for sentencing it had been discovered that most of them had miraculously disappeared. The only thing she had to her name was a few pair of jeans, some T-shirts and underwear and a couple of sweaters. She had even lost her teddy bear and her dolls; she'd had them since her girlhood, but evidently that didn't make any difference to whichever guard had decided to steal them. But it didn't really matter. The only two important things she had were her grandfather and her diary, and at least she'd been able to keep one of them. In retrospect she could hardly understand how she'd been able to retain it at all. Her conviction for shoplifting had been her first exposure to the seamier side of life, and she hadn't understood a thing about prison machinations or politics or bribery; it seemed incredible to her that she had been at all effective in stumbling along so naively after the one valuable thing she had left. But she had somehow succeeded. The diary was the most important thing she owned. She'd been writing in it regularly since she was a little girl, long before her parents had died in the auto crash and her whole life had changed so suddenly; its pages contained everything about her, the record of her whole character. And she still had it, right here, in front of her now.
And now she hardly knew where to begin. Jennifer looked at the ornate leather cover and bit her lip anxiously; somehow it always seemed terribly significant to her which page she decided to look at first. Finally she decided to turn to January 18, one of the most important days of her life. She opened the book and skimmed hurriedly through the pages, taking care not to look at her painfully young, innocent handwriting in the early entries, when she was only eight and nine and ten years old. By accident she happened to come across February 20, four years ago, and Jennifer closed her eyes. That was two days before the crash that took her parents life; it still made her eyes water to think of her entry on the twenty-third, when a bewildered twelve-year-old girl had tried to explain to herself that she would never see her mother or father again. Jennifer took a hunk of pages between her fingers and flipped them over; she decided it would be safer to turn from the end of the book backwards. Finally she came to January 18. That was the day she decided to steal the coat.
To steal the coat. Jennifer stared at the page for a moment, then closed her eyes and let her mind wander back to that horrible, fateful brave day that, impossibly, was less than six weeks in her past. Everything seemed different now, but she knew she would never forget every detail of the way it was. It had been the coldest winter their city had ever had. By that time she had been living with her grandfather for almost four years. It had been lonely at first, without her parents, but she had adjusted to it, just as she had adjusted to the impoverished life in the walk-up apartment that was the only thing her grandfather could afford on his pension. For a while she had even been happy. Her grandfather was already seventy-eight when she had moved in with him, but even though he was retired he was very robust and active for all his years. Actually he'd made a very good parent; Jennifer could hardly remember all the happy times they'd had walking through the park or taking the bus to the zoo, him telling stories from the early part of the century and her walking by his side, smiling and laughing at every joke he told. Then four years had gone by, and the difference between her grandfather at 78 and 82 was dramatic and pitiful. All at once he developed arthritis and rheumatism and the gout; by the time he was 80 their after school walks were a thing of the past. Whereas he had once waited on her hand and foot, more and more the 13 and 14,15 and 16-year-old Jennifer had found herself attending to his needs--doing simple things, helping him out of bed and feeding him when he couldn't move his hands, things that were so basic and essential that it embarrassed her that a person she loved would need help with them at all. By the time winter had struck, only three months ago, their life together had reached a point of crisis. The things they could buy on his pension had dwindled into nothingness; inflation had taken a heavy toll, and the company he had worked for had refused to increase his payments. The cold was simply miserable, all the time; at night the temperature dropped well below zero, and the ineffective central heating of the cheap building couldn't stop the gusts of icy wind that poured through the cracks in the walls. Her grandfather was cold all the time. He covered himself in blankets and sat next to the heater, but it wasn't enough.
So Jennifer had decided, on January 18, less than six weeks ago, to steal a heavy winter coat she had seen in the window of a department store downtown. She had told her diary about it that evening, and she had attempted the theft a few weeks later. In retrospect Jennifer knew she did not regret the attempt at all. It would have been different if her motives had been selfish or mercenary, but they couldn't have been more honorable. Even the judge had admitted that, as stern as he was. No; her only regret was that the attempt had not been successful. They'd caught her on her way out of the clothing department. She must not have been a very good thief, considering that she hadn't even made the door.
Naturally her whole life had changed after that. The police arrested her and took her to the juvenile ward of the city jail. She was assigned a probation officer, and as soon as Mr. Gregg learned of her causes and living situation actions were taken immediately. Within the space of two days her grandfather was removed from the apartment and assigned to a convalescent home; that was supposed to be a charitable act, and her grandfather had hardly protested, but Jennifer knew that he would certainly perish in that antiseptic, morbid atmosphere. Her own belongings were removed from the apartment, impounded at the station and, subsequently, stolen except for her diary and her few articles of clothing. Jennifer spent one night in the transient juvenile ward. The next day she was taken to juvenile hall, and for three miserable weeks before her trial she kept company with teenage prostitutes, thieves, murderers and all manner of criminals. Then the day of her trial had come. The judge had listened to her case, rapped his gavel and assigned her to six months in a halfway house out in the country. There--here--she was to study, perform routine household chores around the farm and, in the words of the court, "live in a healthy, rehabilitative atmosphere conducive to self-actualization and growth." When her six months was up she could choose to be assigned to a foster home back in the city... or, if she chose and the Redfields were agreeable, she could remain on the farm. When the judge had offered her the second alternative Jennifer almost gasped in disbelief. The idea of a halfway house was foreign to her, and she had been unable to imagine that it was anything good if living there was to be her punishment. When he had seen her expression the judge had only smiled sympathetically. The Redfield House, he had explained, was easily and by far the best halfway house in the state. The only reason he had assigned her there was because of the rather virtuous nature of her crime; it would not, he assured her, be very bad at all.
And he'd been right; it really wasn't. Jennifer closed her diary, replaced the top and put the book back under the mattress. For a few seconds she wasn't sure what to do. She lifted her head and gazed steadily around the room she shared with Lisa, the only other resident, and as she appraised its lavish furnishings she again felt bewildered and confused by all the incredible things that had happened to her. It was all so overwhelming... as Jennifer considered them she almost felt her head spin, and for the first time she realized she was a little bit sleepy. Standing up from the bed, she reached across the mattress and pulled down the covers. The sheets were soft and white and warm to her touch; they were made of the finest cotton, and like every other piece of linen in the house they had just been washed. Jennifer smoothed the nightie over her naked, voluptuous body and climbed between the sheets. She pulled them up to her neck and for a moment closed her eyes, smiling as she savored the warmth of the blankets and the quilt and the room itself, so beautiful and protected from the savage country winds. Then she reached to the night stand and flicked off the light, nestled comfortably into the mattress and made a pleasant, unhurried effort to fall asleep.
Yes, it certainly was not that bad a place, Jennifer thought dreamily. Actually when she'd first seen it she'd hardly been able to believe her eyes. The Redfield House wasn't a house at all; it was a mansion, and certainly one of the most splendid mansions she'd ever imagined. Sprawling, three stories, Victorian styled, surrounded by the small, easily tilled fields of a country gentleman, with an astonishingly beautiful garden in the back, miles and miles from the nearest small town... when Jennifer had seen it from the back seat of the probation officer's car she'd wondered if she'd gone to sleep and awakened to find herself the new Queen of England. She must have made a gasping sound from the back seat, because the probation officer had turned to look at her. When their eyes met he'd had the same bemused, sympathetic expression that the judge had. It was as if they'd all been playing some wonderful joke on her, promising her nothing and rewarding her finally with all the splendors life had.
The best part, of course, was that her first impressions hadn't really been misleading. As soon as Jennifer had met the men who were to be her supervisors she'd known that her six months at Redfield House wouldn't be unpleasant at all. Aaron Redfield, the owner, was one of the most handsome and sophisticated human beings she'd ever met. In appearance he almost resembled a young Cary Grant: tall, solidly muscular body, close cropped brown hair, maybe 35 years old and the sort of urbane, humorous yet masculine face that a girl's dreams were made of. His manners were flawless, his wit was fantastic and his personal background was unimpeachable: after talking with him a little while Jennifer had learned that he wasn't running the mansion/halfway house for money at all. Rather, he'd made his fortune in the stock market years ago; this was only something he was doing because it wasn't too hard and, in his own words, it "served the human race." Aaron's cousin Kenneth was no less a gentleman. He was younger than Aaron, perhaps 28 or so, and handsome in a different way: his tall, slender figure, longish brown hair and boyish expression bespoke a fresh, youthful charm that his own sense of humor did nothing to undermine. The two of them were amongst the nicest men Jennifer had ever met. At least they certainly seemed that way, and in the three days she'd been on the 'farm' (that was Andy's expression) Jennifer had been given nothing to dispel that impression.
Likewise, the only other 'resident' on the farm wasn't a bad sort either. Her name was Lisa. She was about Jennifer's age, sixteen or seventeen, and almost as pretty: her long, thick black hair, wide eyed beauty and petitely voluptuous body gave one the impression of a young Elizabeth Taylor. Lisa's crime had not been as righteously inspired as Jennifer's; she'd been convicted of joyriding in a stolen car with her then boyfriend. But it had been her first offence, and the most important thing was that she'd been convicted of it years ago. Lisa's term of punishment had long since expired, and she had evidently chosen to stay on with Aaron and Kenneth as her foster parents. That had seemingly been a wise choice, because the three of them appeared to get along splendidly. Kenneth and Aaron treated her with all the love and affection they might bestow upon their own daughter, and it was obvious just from looking at Lisa's eyes that their attentions were certainly reciprocated.
So everything was just about perfect then. Jennifer closed her eyes and smiled pleasurable, thinking about the sudden, unexpected happiness of her life. Her six months on the farm wouldn't be bad at all. During the days she had chores and schoolwork; the chores weren't bad-pleasant, athletic work in the fields--and the schoolwork was whatever she was interested in in the Redfield's vast library. In the evenings she could watch television or read or socialize in the congenial company of Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa. Her six months would be up before she knew it. If her grandfather was still alive Lisa knew that she would go back and live with him. If he wasn't... well, that would be terrible, but Jennifer knew she could make worse choices than following in Lisa's footsteps and staying on at the farm. It would be a good home for her. She would have no trouble passing her high school accreditation test--she was aware of how bright she was--and Aaron had already offered to help her work her way through college. She could undoubtedly do a lot worse.
Still, Jennifer knew that there were a few things that bothered her. As she considered the only imperfections in the beauty of Redfield House her pretty blue eyes narrowed worriedly, and she sat up in bed. There were inconsistencies, she thought. They weren't anything wrong, they weren't anything to worry about, maybe she shouldn't be worried at all. But there were... inconsistencies. She couldn't figure them out, and they bothered her.
What, for instance, did Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa do sometimes? Jennifer frowned and tossed briefly in bed, trying to discern the answer to the riddle. Sometimes the three of them simply disappeared. It had only happened a few times, but when it did they would be gone for an hour or more at a time. And she wouldn't be able to find them at all. The first time it had happened Jennifer had scoured the house for over a half hour. Then the three of them had appeared abruptly, seemingly from nowhere. When Lisa had been asked about it she had been evasive. What were they doing together? Jennifer couldn't help wondering if it was something they didn't want her to know about, something they were doing behind her back And where was Lisa right now? Jennifer turned in bed and frowned at the empty space on her roommate's mattress. It was now close to eleven o'clock at night. Lisa had to get up at six in the morning too, the same as she did; did she think she could get by with so little sleep? And what was she doing, anyhow? She wasn't watching television; Jennifer knew she would have heard a whisper of the set from downstairs. And she probably wasn't reading, either, because by her own admission she didn't like books. So what was she doing?
It just didn't make sense. Jennifer frowned and turned in bed and stared thoughtfully at the dim outline of the far wall through the pervading darkness. For an instant it occurred to her that Lisa might be having sex with one of the Redfields. Immediately her pretty face contorted in a grimace, and she shook her head in an effort to clear away the thought. That was horrible, she thought; she felt ashamed of herself for even thinking of such a thing. Still, Jennifer understood her own reasons for being worried. She herself was an extremely desirable girl. She had reached puberty prematurely--at the age of ten--and by the time she was twelve she had sprouted a body that men admired with open lust on the street. Jennifer looked down at the abundant curves of her voluptuous figure, apparent even through the blankets, and smiled a little embarassedly. She certainly did have a body, all right, she thought. Her breasts were large and firm and perfectly formed, capped by silver dollar sized aureolas and prominent nipples that were obvious even through a brassiere. Her waist was slender, her hips were girlishly lithe, her legs were as long and tapering and perfectly formed. The combination of her body and long blonde hair and wide-eyed, soft cheeked face made her very desirable to men. Jennifer had been aware of it for a long time, and for just as long it had disturbed her. She didn't want to be seduced or raped. As a matter of fact, when she had first learned that Aaron was only operating the halfway house for altruistic reasons she had suspected his motives; perhaps, she had thought, he would attempt to seduce her? Fortunately, neither he not Kenneth had regarded her with anything more than paternal affection.
Oh, well, Jennifer thought. She smiled confusedly, turned on her side and nestled her head in the softness of the pillow. It was getting pretty late; she had to be fresh for the chores tomorrow, and she had plenty of time to think about these things later. Lisa's true reason for being on the farm, Aaron's true reason for operating it, their true relationship... it all sounded a lot like a soap opera. Jennifer smiled at herself; she was sure her suspicions were completely unfounded. And besides, it didn't really matter what she thought. Jennifer closed her eyes and settled into the mattress, preparing to sleep. No, she didn't know where Lisa was now, or what Aaron and Kenneth and Lisa did when they disappeared. But she was going to be on their farm six long months. She was bound to find out, sooner or later.
CHAPTER TWO
"That's good, Lisa," Aaron said softly. "Mmmmm. That's really good." He ran his fingers through her thick black hair and tightened them gently around her skull, slightly redirecting the motions of her head. "Do it a little bit harder, won't you dear?"
"Whatever you say, darling," Lisa mewled huskily. She lifted her head and smiled at him mischievously. Her soft sixteen year old cheeks were permeated with a light, girlishly pink flush, and her full brown eyes sparkled with arousal. Aaron returned her glance, and for a second the two simply looked at each other secretively. Then Lisa returned her attention to the stiff shaft of his blood engorged member. She lowered her head and clasped her pouting lips wetly around the blue veined stalk, laving her tongue around the bulbous, spongy flesh between his thighs and clasped the hairy sac of his testicles, warmly gripping his bloated balls. Her left hand encircled the base of his meaty erection and stroked it stiffly in unison with the rhythm of her sucking. For half a minute or so the naked young girl continued to devote her attention to the mushroom shaped head of his prick; she writhed her head around it and sucked it avidly, leaving the thick shaft to be titillated by her hand. Then she lowered her head further into his loins. She took his cock into her mouth until half of it was buried down her throat. Immediately she puckered her cheeks in and out to increase the suction, sucking his bloated organ as hard as she could "Ahhhhhhhh," Aaron sighed. He dug his fingers needfully into Lisa's dark hair, relaxed on the sofa and closed his eyes. It was so good, he thought dreamily; it felt so incredibly good. It was now a little bit after eleven o'clock in the evening. There wasn't a sound in the house, and Aaron was sure that Jennifer--his latest prey--was fast asleep in the bedroom; Kenneth, who was busy with some things in the basement, would be joining them shortly. In spite of his arousal Aaron couldn't help hoping it would be soon; he didn't know how much more of this he could take. Lisa had been sucking his cock for over an hour. She had already made him cum three times, and each time the orgasm had been even more devastating than the last; the load of his sperm had literally gushed from his twitching cock in a torrent, filling Lisa's insatiable lips completely and then spurting luridly onto her neck and cheeks and chin. Aaron felt exhausted. As Lisa continued to work over his massive erection he could feel his testicles aching painfully from their labors, as if they were simply unable to give up another droplet of seminal fluid. But Aaron knew that Lisa's expert fellation would get more than a few drops out of him. Tonight she seemed insatiable. An hour ago she had started on him when they were both fully dressed and Aaron was working on some papers at his desk. Now they were both naked, and Aaron was sitting splay-legged on the sofa of his downstairs study. Lisa was kneeling between his thighs, sucking and licking and gulping at his meaty erection like a hungry animal. Past the thick curls of her raven hair he could see the long expanse of her bare back and the plump, peach shaped cheeks of her buttocks. They were wriggling salaciously even as she blew him; she was obviously extremely horny tonight, even more so than was usual, for a normally healthy sixteen year old girl, horny for as much of his throbbing penis as she could possibly get.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Aaron," Lisa mewled. "Cum in my mouth, lover; I want to taste it!" Lisa withdrew the pulsing length of his engorged member from her pouting lips and regarded it lustfully. Then she tightened her grip around it and began to stroke it almost violently with her hand, as if she were trying to forcibly milk his creamy white semen out of him.
"Uuuunngggh! Lisa, god damn it, not so hard!" Aaron muttered. He winced and slapped her hand away from his prick. Then he put his fingers in her hair and gently redirected her head back to his loins. "Go easy on me, will you? You'll get what you want pretty soon!"
"Awww, Aaron," Lisa whimpered girlishly. She let her hand be pushed away and returned her attentions to the blow job. This time she concentrated again on the spongy flesh of his cock head, laving her tongue eagerly around its bulbous shape and clamping her lips wetly around the aching stalk. "Aww Aaron, I love to suck your cock so much," she murmured lasciviously. "It tastes so good, and it's so big and hard! Ummmmmmm... awww, come in my mouth Aaron! I want to taste it!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Aaron muttered. He winced with his agonizing desire and rolled his head senselessly back and forth across his broad shoulders. Lisa's sucking was incredibly voracious. He could feel her lips pulling hungrily at the blue veined shaft of his stiffened member, tugging and milking and sucking at his dick with as much force as she could possibly muster. In a way it was almost painful, but in spite of that Aaron had to smile. Lisa had been at Redfield House since shortly after her fourteenth birthday. Her offense had been joyriding in a stolen car with an adolescent boyfriend, but that meant nothing to Aaron now and it had meant even less to him then; the only thing he'd ever thought about as far as she was concerned was her body. He had had that in less than two weeks after her arrival. Kenneth had seduced her first, and then Aaron had followed; within three weeks both of them were fucking her regularly on a daily basis. It had been two years since, but neither of them had ever tired of her, and Aaron doubted they would in the near future. Two years was a long time. Day after day of fucking and sucking and every other imaginable form of sex; Lisa was very well trained.
I mean, look at her! Aaron thought. As he studied the naked, horny teenage girl kneeling between his legs he grinned with a mixture of pride and lust, and his cock seemed to grow momentarily harder in her mouth. She was the very picture of raging sexual heat. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink with her ravenous passion, and her eyes were heavy and full with her desire. Most girls kept their eyes closed when they were giving a blow job, but not Lisa; she eagerly watched his hard penis throbbing in her mouth as she sucked it. And her lips were so wet and tight, and she was so hungry to taste his cum... Yes, Aaron thought with satisfaction, turning the halfway house into a mansion for wayward girls had certainly been an excellent idea. He'd had his doubts about it years ago, when he'd first made the application, but since then things had turned out just fine. He was thirty-five years old, and in the past ten years he'd fucked more ripe, gorgeous, eager teenage girls than he could begin to count. All of them were good; some of them were just as good as Lisa.
But none of them were as good as the girl he had upstairs was going to be. As Aaron thought of Jennifer his mind's eye suddenly filled with a picture of her: her gorgeously innocent face, her long blonde hair and her lush, voluptuous, slender sixteen year old body. Immediately his cock stiffened as hard as it could possibly get. Aaron dug his fingers hard into Lisa's hair and jammed his hips savagely into her face, selfishly thrusting as much of his throbbing erection into her mouth as he possibly could.
"Unh! Harder Lisa, harder!" Aaron muttered. He groaned and lifted his hips slightly off the couch, burying his engorged member into the clasping wetness of her mouth until her lips closed wetly around the base. "Unh! Suck it Lisa, suck it! I can feel it... I'm going to cum!"
"Ummmmmmm, Aaron!" Lisa murmured hotly, mouthing the words inarticulately around the swollen shaft of his dick. She whimpered hungrily and wiggled her buttocks and held his cock in position with her thumb and forefinger; there was so much of it in her mouth that she didn't have enough room for her hand. Then she began to suck his bloated organ with all the fevered intensity she could muster. Her lips moved wildly around the blue veined shaft, clamping and sucking greedily. Her cheeks puckered violently inwards and outwards, and Aaron could see the blush spreading wantonly through her face as she sucked harder and harder and harder. Lisa's hand gave the orbs of his bloated balls a final squeeze and then dropped further between his thighs. A second later Aaron felt her finger tickle the puckered ring of his anus. Then she thrust her finger hard deep into his asshole and began to furiously fingerfuck his rectum as she continued to suck his throbbing stiffened prick.
"Unhhhh! Unhhhhhhh! Unhhhhhh! Unnggggghhhhhhhh God Unnngggghh-hhhh!" He grimaced violently and writhed senselessly on the sofa, almost trying to pull his cock away from Lisa's voracious mouth. The sensations shooting through his loins were incredible. He could feel the blood pounding wildly through the length of his organ, every pore in his genitals tingling instinctively in preparation of orgasm. Aaron groaned and pulled Lisa's head into his body. Then she thrust her finger into his rectum as hard as she could, and instantly the load of his seminal fluid exploded from his twitching prick. Incredibly, the flow of his sperm was more than profuse; it spurted and shot out of his throbbing cock head again and again, gushing obscenely into Lisa's mouth in a creamy white torrent of sperm.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm," Lisa burbled. As the first burst of his cum burst into her mouth her cheeks filled outwards, and for a second it looked as if she would be unable to swallow it all down. Then her adam's apple moved luridly in her throat, and as the spasms of orgasm continued Lisa hungrily drank down every drop. "Oh, Aaron," Lisa mewled salaciously. She removed his ravaged prick momentarily from her mouth and let one of the last droplets spurt onto her upper lip. Lisa giggled and squeezed the shaft of his dick with both hands and slid her tongue out of her mouth to lick it up. "Oh God, it tastes so good. Give me some more! More!"
"I can't," Aaron said simply. He shook his head and tried to catch her eyes so he could look at her meaningfully. But Lisa ignored him. As soon as the spasms subsided she again lowered her mouth to his loins. She took his softening organ between her lips and began to suck it all over again, trying hungrily with her hands and mouth to milk another throbbing erection out of the orbs of his ravished testicles.
"Oh Christ," Aaron sighed. He groaned miserably and settled into the couch; he knew Lisa had just had her period, and she was always horny for a week afterwards, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He had to let her keep on sucking him, even if it meant he'd be so sore the next day he could hardly walk; if he didn't Lisa would be mad at him, and then it might be awhile before she'd let him fuck her at all. Oh, well Aaron thought. He sighed and settled into the couch and looked unhappily at the base of his flaccid penis protruding from Lisa's insatiable mouth. That was the one drawback to seducing teenage girls; sometimes he had the feeling he'd created a Frankenstein.
"Well my my my," a voice said from the door. "I spend one lousy hour in the basement and look what happens while I'm gone!"
"Huh?" Aaron muttered. He opened his eyes and looked across the room. Then a broad grin spread across his ruggedly handsome face, and in spite of himself he heaved a sigh of relief. Relief, he thought: that was the word all right; he was being relieved. It was his cousin Kenneth.
"What's the matter, didn't you give her her dinner?" Kenneth asked crudely. He smiled, shut the door behind him and stepped into the study. He was wearing only a long terrycloth bathrobe, and already it looked as if he was ready to step out of it. His boyishly handsome twenty-eight year old face was gleaming with unadulterated lust; the front of his bathrobe was protruding provocatively.
"Hey, Lisa," Kenneth murmured. He walked across the room and stood over her as she continued to suck Aaron's flaccid organ. "Why don't you pick on somebody else for a change? Like me, maybe!"
"Mmmmmm?" Lisa murmured. For a second longer she continued to work over Aaron's cock, vainly trying to suck it into another stiff erection. Then she released it and turned to his cousin. Immediately her eyes riveted to the tent-like bulge in the front of his bathrobe. Then her lips spread into an eager smile, and she licked her lips salaciously.
"How do you like me, baby?" Kenneth said. He grinned down at Lisa and pulled apart the front of his bathrobe. Aaron saw that he was indeed naked underneath it: the blue veined thickness of his blood engorged member sprang instantly from his loins, bobbing and twitching stiffly against his navel like a length of iron pipe.
"Here you go, Lisa," Kenneth muttered. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his throbbing organ and held it out in front of him as an offering, pointing the bulbous head of his prick at Lisa's face. "All fresh and new and just for you!"
"Oh Kenny!" Lisa exclaimed. For a second she simply knelt on the floor and stared hungrily at the length of his meaty dick, as if she couldn't believe her good fortune in finding another hard cock so quickly. Then she released her hold on Aaron's softened penis and waddled over to Kenneth on her knees. As the two cousins watched her she wrapped her fingers around the base of his engorged member and squeezed it lustfully, making the mushroom shaped head bound and throb in her fist.
"That's right, Lisa," Kenneth muttered. He smiled and put his fingers into her hair, pulling her head into his loins. "You just go right ahead and suck it just as much as you want to! Pretend it's candy!"
"Oh Kenny," Lisa murmured. "Oh God, it's so hard!" She licked her lips and continued to stare at the shaft of his prick. As she did so her cheeks regained their flush, and her eyes again became heavy and full with her animalistic genital heat. "Oh Kenny," Lisa whimpered. "Oh Kenny... ohhh... " Then the sound of her voice faded into an obscene gurgle as she lowered her mouth over the head of his swollen cock. As Aaron watched her lips closed wetly around the stalk, and her cheeks puckered inwards as she increased the suction in her mouth. Her right hand moved between his thighs to the hairy sac of his testicles; her left hand closed around the base of his prick and began to stroke and squeeze it in unison with her sucking. Then Lisa's head began to move lasciviously around and over the spongy flesh of his cockhead. She groaned and whimpered and puckered her cheeks rhythmically in and out, in and out, sucking his throbbing erection as hard as she could.
"Christ!" Aaron muttered. He folded his hands behind his head and smiled at the spectacle of the sixteen year old girl working over his cousin's prick. It was already obvious that both of them had forgotten about him completely. Kenneth's face was lost in a hypnotic trance; his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted; the only part of him that seemed alive were his hands, smoothly guiding the rhythm of Lisa's head over his stiffened organ. Lisa, of course, was lost in another world. Aaron knew from experience that as long as she was sexually excited she didn't care if the house burned down. And she was obviously very excited now. Her cheeks were flushed almost red; Aaron could see her lips clasping again and again around Kenneth's meaty thickness, sucking his cock even more avidly than she had sucked his own.
"Christ!" Aaron repeated. He shook his head and continued to watch the progress of the blow job a minute longer. Then he pulled on his pants, threw his shirt over his shoulder and walked away from the couch. He considered briefly going to the bedroom next door to the study, but quickly decided against it. In another minute he knew Kenneth and Lisa would be fucking wildly on the floor, and when they did that their grunts and groans would be loud enough to be heard halfway down the hall. He'd be a lot better off in the guest bedroom upstairs. The bed there wasn't as comfortable as his own, but at least he could get some sleep.
"Bye, kids," Aaron said sarcastically. He turned and shot a last glance at Lisa and his cousin. They ignored him; Aaron shook his head a little disgustedly, walked out of the study and closed the door behind him. As he started to climb the stairs he felt a brief ache in his drained testicles, and he looked woefully down at his groin. This was a bit too much, he thought. It was one thing to fuck Lisa a couple of times a day, but more than that was straining. Of course, he reminded himself, he would have to get used to it. Lisa wasn't usually this horny, but it wouldn't be much longer before they were all balling Jennifer. Aaron grinned; the extra daily allotment of sex would be no problem in that case. He wanted the new resident of his halfway house so badly he could practically taste her.
But it would be awhile. Aaron climbed the last step and walked down the hallway to the guest bedroom. He passed by Jennifer's room, and as he thought of the delightful fate that would soon overtake the sleeping teenage girl beyond the door he smiled slyly. It would be Lisa first. Lisa had expressed her desire for Jennifer ten minutes after Jennifer's arrival. It would be easier that way anyhow; Lisa had the advantage of being female, and a lesbian affair between two teenage girls was not at all uncommon. It would be an excellent stepping stone. Aaron chuckled wickedly. Yes, Lisa first. Then him, then Kenneth, and then all three of them, for as much and as long as they liked.
CHAPTER THREE
"The study of Ireland is a study of perhaps the bravest and most innovative people who have ever populated the earth. Unfortunately, the record of these accomplishments seems to be a secret shared by only a handful of Irish historians; bias, political maneuvering and outright misrepresentation have clouded the record, so to speak concealing the magnitude of these accomplishments from the rest of the world. It is a little known fact, for instance, that the Irish discovered North America. The great explorer Buddy McGillicutty, traversing the glove in an outmoded vessel with a skeleton crew, first... "
"Oh Lord," Jennifer sighed. She re-read the paragraph, shook her head and closed the book. Aaron's library certainly was well-endowed, but it was also filled with a lot of crank writers; she'd only been on the farm five days, but already it was frustrating trying to find a book that could give her an education. The Irish discovering North America! Jennifer put the book back in the shelf and looked at the clock. Then she stretched her arms cat-like over her head, yawned broadly, and walked out of the library to the stairs. It was already ten o'clock. After five days at Redfield House she was beginning to get used to the work in the fields, and she didn't feel exhausted in the evenings anymore, but it was still a good idea to get enough sleep. Jennifer smiled pleasurably and walked up the stairs towards her room. She could feel the tightness in her muscles, stretching through her thighs and lower back and shoulders, and it was a good feeling. She'd never been at all fat or flabby, but when she'd looked at herself in the mirror that morning she'd been even firmer than she'd ever been before. After another month on the farm she'd have an even better body than the unusually curvaceous one God had already given her: no, Jennifer thought, life at Redfield House wasn't going to be bad at all.
"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh... " The moan--if it was a moan--was barely perceptible. When she heard it Jennifer stopped at the top of the stairs and stood motionless for a moment, listening. But the sound didn't come again, and after a second she walked down the hallway to her door. Probably a cat, she thought. Aaron and Kenneth were both fast asleep, and as usual she didn't have the vaguest idea of where Lisa was. It was funny... Jennifer shook her head, twisted the doorknob and opened the door to her bedroom. Lisa was supposed to be her roommate--that's what the other bed was doing there, for God's sake--but in five nights Lisa had only slept in her bed twice. At first Jennifer had been almost positive that Lisa was sleeping with one of the Redfields, and it had frightened her, but Lisa had explained that she liked to sleep under the moon. Oh, well, Jennifer thought. She shook her head as if dismissing the thought and stepped inside.
"Close the door," a voice said.
"Mmmmmm?" Jennifer murmured queryingly. She turned from the door and looked in the direction of the two beds. Then her eyes widened to the size of pinball bumpers, and she felt her mouth drop open in shock. For a second she could neither say nor do anything; the only thing she could think was that she now knew where the moaning had come from.
It was Lisa. She was sitting naked on the edge of her bed, facing Jennifer and the door. As Jennifer looked at her she couldn't help noting that Lisa had a very nice body. The brunette's breasts were not as large as her own, but they were firm and round and perfectly shaped, capped by light pink nipples that were distended stiffly with arousal. Lisa's waist was small, and her legs were long and tapering and milky white. Her heels were planted in the sides of the mattress, and her thighs were splayed as far apart as they could go. In the bright light of the lamp next to the bed Jennifer could see every detail of Lisa's pussy. The growth of her jet black pubic hair was lush; it covered her lower belly in a fleecy triangle and then flowered profusely down into the juncture of her thighs, delicately fringing the lips of her pouting pussy. Her pussy appeared to be very small. Her labia were swollen and reddish, as if she were extremely excited; they were parted slightly, revealing the bright pink sheath of her cunt. Lisa's left hand was bent behind her, supporting the weight of her torso on the mattress. Her right hand was draped between her nakedly splayed thighs; her fingers were buried within the moist lips of her vagina. As Jennifer watched her, right before her eyes, Lisa continued to move her fingers eagerly and rhythmically over and around her pussy, masturbating with the same shameless ease that she might have felt in brushing her hair.
"Oh my God," Jennifer said.
"What are you looking at?" Lisa demanded. She glared at Jennifer a little crossly, as if she had been disturbed in the toilet, and continued to move her hand frantically against her cunt. "Why don't you close the door like I asked you to? It's drafty."
"Oh," Jennifer said softly. For perhaps another ten seconds she stood wide-eyed and motionless, speechlessly watching Lisa's blatant masturbation. This was incredible; this was the most obscene exhibition she had ever seen, she never would have believed... Jennifer shook her head hard in an effort to recover herself and absentmindedly closed the door. Then she started to cross the room to her bed, but stopped herself after a couple of steps. Instead she stood where she was and continued staring.
"What in God's name are you looking at?" Lisa said. She smirked and shook her head, as if she were exasperated with Jennifer's lack of sophistication. Her hand did not slacken against her hair fringed fissure. Instead it moved even faster, and Jennifer could see Lisa's cheeks begin to flush with sexual excitement. "You act like you've never seen anybody jacking off before."
"Well, I haven't," Jennifer replied vaguely. She blinked her eyes and tried to recover her composure. But it was very difficult. She could see everything; she had never been this close to another woman's naked genitals before. Lisa's clitoris was hard and erect; as she rubbed it Jennifer could see the turgid little bud actually throbbing against her hand. "Oh my God," Jennifer murmured breathlessly. Something in the back of her mind told her to run out of the room, but she couldn't seem to do it. All she could do was stare.
"Oh, stop 'Oh God-ding' me," Lisa replied irritably. She looked at Jennifer, giggled and continued to stroke her fingers through her moist pussy. "Masturbation is perfectly natural. Everybody does it. I do it all the time."
"Well," Jennifer began. But whatever she was going to say vanished from her mind as soon as she articulated the first word. Incredible; this was incredible; she just could not believe...
"Would you stop acting like a ten year old virgin?" Lisa asked sarcastically. "Why don't you come over here and sit down? This is your room too, you know." Jennifer hesitated and started to shake her head. Then, as if compelled by some wicked curiosity, she traversed the room and stepped between the two parallel beds. She sat on the edge of her own, perhaps three feet separated from the edge of Lisa's, and tried to will her eyes to her roommate's face. But it was impossible; she could see even more of Lisa's hair fringed pussy now, and she couldn't stop staring at it. As she did so Jennifer felt a strangely familiar sensation begin to fill her loins. Then she realized that this was actually exciting her sexually, and immediately her cheeks colored with embarrassment.
"What are you blushing for?" Lisa demanded.
"Oh... nothing," Jennifer replied nervously.
"People don't blush at nothing," Lisa said complacently. She crinkled her eyes and looked at Jennifer suspiciously, as if it were her roommate who was acting strangely and not herself. "What is the matter with you, anyhow?"
"Oh, well... " Jennifer began. She again found herself staring at the spread lips of Lisa's pouting labia, and self consciously averted her eyes to the wall. "Nothing, really, I mean... you know. v I just didn't exactly expect to see you doing this, you know, I... uh... "
"You mean you didn't think I masturbated?"
"Well, I didn't really think about it," Jennifer said stiffly.
"What did you think I am, a eunuch?" Lisa asked laughingly. She smiled at Jennifer and moved her fingers through her pussy a little more slowly. At the same time she changed her movement slightly; her fingers slid into the sheath of her cunt now, in the manner of a man's stiff erection. This seemed to excite Lisa very much. The flush deepened in her cheeks, and she groaned softly with her ravenous passion.
"Ahhhhh," Lisa sighed. "Oh that feels good... anyhow, what'd you expect? I get off just like everybody else. Don't try to tell me you don't jack off too!"
Jennifer blushed embarrassedly and looked at the floor. She remembered the two or three times she had tentatively explored her virginal pussy with her finger, how good it had felt, and her mind filled with guilt. Finally she raised her head and composed her expression as best she could.
"No," she said awkwardly. "No, I've ever done that."
"Oh, sure, "Lisa said sarcastically. "Sure you haven't!"
"I haven't," Jennifer said. Her eyes flashed with annoyance, and she looked at Lisa bravely.
"Well, why don't you?" Lisa asked simply.
"Well... " Jennifer started to blurt out the truth--that she was frightened too--then averted her eyes and again stared self-consciously at the floor. "I don't know," she continued finally. "I guess... I just think it's wrong, that's all... it's abusing your body. Masturbation... it's not natural... "
"Oh God, " Lisa cried delightedly.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Men do it all the time; why shouldn't women? I love it and I'm not ashamed of it either! It really feels good... mmmmm...
As if intent upon proving her point Lisa suddenly began to masturbate full force. She stiffened her fore and index finger and thrust them deeply into the gurgling slit of her cunt, pounding them in and out in the unmistakable rhythms of fucking. At the same time her thumb moved to her clitoris and stroked it furiously. Jennifer opened her mouth in a mixture of shock and awe and simply stared. Lisa had suddenly become very excited. The flush spread across her cheeks completely; she winced and began to roll her head salaciously across her shoulder blades, as if she was unable to bear the raging heat that coursed through her loins. For a moment Jennifer was both afraid and secretly hopeful that Lisa might have an orgasm right before her eyes. But evidently the fit of arousal was only passing; Lisa's fingers slowed gradually in her vagina, and her expression returned almost to normal.
"See what I mean?" Lisa asked. Her eyes were shining with pleasure, and the flush still rose ecstatically in her face. "It's great! Tell me one thing wrong with doing something that doesn't hurt anybody and feels so good!"
"Well... " Jennifer began. Then she realized that she couldn't say anything. Lisa was right; there was no logical objection. Suddenly Jennifer felt terribly confused. She blushed and averted her eyes to the wall and shrugged her shoulders helplessly.
"Well?" Lisa said delightedly. "I'm waiting!"
Jennifer didn't say anything in response; there was a long silence. Lisa sighed and continued masturbating; her fingers again moved faster and faster through the swollen, reddish lips of her labia, darting into her cuntal sheath and stroking deliciously against the turgid bud of her clitoris. After awhile Jennifer raised her eyes and began staring again. She almost couldn't help it. She'd never seen anything like this before. It was actually her first sexual encounter with anyone, and even though she knew she wasn't a homosexual she also knew she was getting extremely horny. Beneath her blue jeans and panties she could feel her own vagina emitting the lubricating juices of arousal, hotly and stickily and compellingly, making the lips of her virginal pussy throb with the need for orgasm.
"Jennifer?" Lisa asked quietly.
"What?" Jennifer said.
"Jennifer, if you think what I'm doing is so disgusting and unnatural, then why are you staring at my cunt so much?"
As quickly as she could Jennifer pulled her eyes up to Lisa's face. But it was no use; she could feel herself blushing practically crimson with embarrassment. Lisa giggled and smiled at her knowingly.
"You can go ahead and stare if you want to," she said happily. "I mean, I don't mind." Lisa narrowed her eyes and looked at her slyly. "Actually, I'll bet you'd really like to do it too, wouldn't you?"
Jennifer crossed her thighs and shook her head immediately, as if she were denying a crime.
"Yes you would," Lisa said knowingly.
"Why are you lying to me?"
"No... no .. "
"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to!"
"I don't want to," Jennifer said quickly. She started to look Lisa in the eye, then immediately lowered her head and stared at the floor.
"Ha! I caught you!" Lisa cried delightedly. She laughed out loud and smiled at Jennifer affectionately, as if amused by the comical antics of a slightly backwards puppy. Then there was a long pause. Jennifer raised her eyes and stared anxiously at Lisa's face. Lisa was staring back at her thoughtfully; her eyes were narrowed and her forehead furrowed, as if she were carefully estimating Jennifer's character.
"Well, I'll tell you what," Lisa said finally. "I'll make it easy on you." She smiled at Jennifer knowingly in anticipation of her reaction. "Right now I want you to take off all your clothes and do exactly what I tell you to. And if you don't, tomorrow morning I'll tell Aaron and Kenneth that I caught you masturbating!
What do you think of that!?!"
"What?!" Jennifer cried. She looked at Lisa in stupefication and shook her head blindly back and forth. "No... no, you couldn't... you wouldn't do that to me!"
"Oh yes I would!" Lisa exclaimed defiantly. "First thing in the morning I'll go right down to Aaron and tell him I caught you with a cucumber in your pussy! Yeah, a cucumber, stuck right up there... they'd believe me, too! Remember honey, I been on this farm a lot longer than you have!"
"No... you wouldn't do that!" Jennifer said breathlessly.
"Just try me!" Lisa cried triumphantly. "Just try and see! I told you, I'm making it easy on you!" Lisa eyes narrowed, and her expression became suddenly serious and a little bit menacing. "Now, unless you want the whole world to think you jack yourself off with a cucumber you better take off your clothes and get naked and do it right now. I mean it, I'm warning you!" Jennifer lowered her eyes and hesitated for several seconds. As she stared at the floor she felt her cheeks coloring with shame and self-recrimination, and it was almost difficult to keep herself from crying. She knew exactly what Lisa meant when she said she was making it easy for her, and she also knew that Lisa was right. Jennifer had never felt so sexually excited in her life. The pouting lips of her pussy were moist and swollen with her wanton arousal, and her naturally large nipples were distended hard and stiff beneath her brassiere. She had never seriously considered masturbating before, but now she wanted to do it desperately. She wanted to do exactly what Lisa was doing, and she wanted to feel just as good. But she couldn't. Jennifer bit her lip and shook her head as she stared at the floor, as if trying to argue with her own mind. Masturbating was disgusting. It was awful, it was sinful, it was self abuse, terrible terrible...
"Go on, Jennifer," Lisa said coaxingly. "Take off your clothes."
Jennifer raised her eyes and looked at Lisa's face. Then it was as if something snapped in her mind, and her body were acting under its own will. Without even intending to Jennifer rose from the bed. She caught Lisa's stare and smiled with painful embarrassment, as if begging her not to make fun of her obvious hypocrisy. Then she brought her hands to the buttons of her work shirt and quickly began to unfasten them, removing her clothes.
"That's right, Jennifer," Lisa murmured in a soothing, almost maternal voice. "That's right; you're doing just fine. Take it all off!"
"All... all right," Jennifer whispered. She blushed self-consciously and let her work shirt slide over her slender shoulders to the floor. Then she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her lacy white brassiere. As soon as she did the brassiere seemed to explode from her body, drifting to the carpet and releasing the enormous, firm melons of her bosom. Immediately Lisa's eyes widened; she smiled delightedly and shamelessly increased the movements of her hand between her thighs, obviously aroused by what she saw.
"Boy!" Lisa exclaimed admiringly. "Do you have one great pair of tits!"
"Tha... thank you," Jennifer murmured nervously. She blushed and looked embarrassedly at her own breasts. They were indeed one of her best assets, as large and round and perfectly formed as the bosom of any movie starlet or magazine centerfold, and Jennifer knew that deep down inside she was quite proud of them. Jennifer looked at her nipples and quickly felt her blush intensify dramatically. Her teats were ordinarily quite prominent, but now they were as stiff and erect as they could get, distended almost an inch from her large, deep red areolas. Her arousal was obvious; she knew Lisa could tell now, just by looking.
"Mmmmmm," Lisa murmured. "Now take off the rest of it, Jennifer. Go on; do it!"
"Okay," Jennifer said helplessly. She returned her eyes to the floor, kicked off her sandals and nervously fiddled with the buckle of her blue jeans. After a brief struggle it loosened; she pushed it aside and unzipped her pants. Then, blushing and hesitating, she slid both her jeans and panties down her long tapering legs to the floor. She stepped out of them, leaving herself completely naked.
"You sure you're only sixteen years old?" Lisa asked.
Jennifer looked at her. Lisa, for the first time since she'd entered the room, had stopped moving her hand against her pussy. Instead she was staring at Jennifer's mouthwateringly voluptuous body in absolute awe, obviously unable to believe what she saw.
"Well, yes," Jennifer said. She flushed and tried to look away. "I mean... well, I matured early, if you understand what I mean."
"I'll bet," Lisa said. "Okay. Now sit on the bed and spread your legs, just like me."
Jennifer hesitated again. She had never felt so utterly guilty and ashamed of herself in her life, but she knew at the same time that she was very very excited. Her tight, virginal labia were literally throbbing with her arousal, pulsing and contracting and sending waves of wanton, animalish lust coursing through her thighs and hips and belly. Jennifer turned her eyes away from Lisa and sat quickly on the edge of the bed. Then, blushing crimson from ear to ear, she splayed her long tapering thighs nakedly apart, planting her heels into the edge of the mattress and revealing the pouting, hair fringed slit of her moist cunt.
"You've got a nice pussy," Lisa said appraisingly.
Jennifer said nothing in response. Instead she looked down the expanse of her slender belly through the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, and as she did so she felt her blush growing even more embarrassed. She couldn't see her own pussy, but she knew that Lisa could, and the idea of exposing herself so blatantly to another person both excited and humiliated her. Jennifer lifted her arm and hesitantly moved it down her stomach to the juncture of her splayed thighs. Her fingers gingerly touched the flower petal-like lips of her vagina; instantly she felt a hot wave of arousal fill her loins, and she realized how desperately she had wanted to masturbate all along.
"That's right, Jennifer," Lisa murmured. She giggled and again began to thrust her fingers into her gurgling cuntal sheath, at the same time stroking her clitoris hotly with her thumb. "You're doing just fine. Now masturbate, just like me!"
Jennifer bit her lip and closed her eyes. Then she opened her hand and pressed her palm tightly against her forbidden orifice. Her pussy felt hot and sticky and wet to her touch, like the petals of some exotic tropical plant. She sighed and wriggled her buttocks comfortably on the mattress, unconsciously relaxing. Then she moved her fingers around the perimeter of her vaginal opening and tentatively touched the erect, throbbing bud of her clitoris. As soon as she did so she felt as if someone had dosed her with an extremely powerful aphrodisiac; the sexual heat in her loins became infinitely more intense, pulsing and tingling through her entire body. Jennifer groaned and closed her eyes tighter. She knew she was about to debase herself entirely--she knew she would soon be so excited that she would do anything Lisa told her to do--but she was past the point of stopping herself. All she could think of was how good it felt, how deliciously, lusciously good...
"Ahhhh," Jennifer whimpered softly. For only a second longer she hesitated. Then, quickly and shamefully, she began to stroke her fingers through the reeking, pungent wetness of her vagina.
"Mmmmmmm! Doesn't that feel good!" Lisa whispered provocatively. "Go ahead, Jennifer. There's nobody here to stop you; do it just as hard as you want!"
"Unnhhh... unhhhhhhh... unhhhhhhhhh ..Jennifer groaned. She winced feverishly and began to roll her head back and forth on her shoulder blades, almost unable to bear the incredible sensations growing stronger and stronger in her loins by the moment. She was completely out of control now, completely overwhelmed by her own instinctive sexual needs; she could feel the lips of her pussy throbbing and swelling, growing wetter and wetter, parting as if to receive the stiff male organ she so desperately needed. Jennifer grunted and reflexively contracted the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. Then she began to stroke her aching clitoris and thrust her fingers through her cunt at the same time, masturbating as furiously as she knew how.
"What're you thinking about, Jennifer?" Lisa asked openly. Her voice was husky and intimidating; it was as if she was taking a sadistic pleasure in stripping her moral restraints away one after the other. "You're really getting horny now, aren't you! Boy! You're really jacking off hard! What are you thinking about! I'll bet you're thinking about a boy, aren't you Jennifer? Go ahead! Think about a man, about his big hard cock!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer mewled harshly. She shut her eyes tighter and grimaced with the force of her agonizing desire, flaring her nostrils and drawing her lips back to expose her pearly white teeth. She had been thinking of nothing at all, but now, spurred by Lisa's lascivious suggestion, her mind filled with thoughts of a thousand men... men her conscience had never allowed her to think sexually of before, but who she suddenly desired almost desperately. Jennifer whimpered hornily and writhed on the bed as her labia pulsed and throbbed beneath her frantically clawing fingers. Her face was flushed and red; her breathing was unsteady, and she could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. Her nipples were so hard that they actually hurt; she could feel them stiffening more and more. She could see it now... a big hard cock, just like Lisa had said. Her mind's eye filled with the vision of it. Big and hard and stiff, with a fat red bulbous head and a long blue veined shaft, pulsing and throbbing and hammering again and again into her tight gurgling slit.
"Unhhhhhunhhhh unhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer whimpered shamelessly. As she pictured the meaty erection she so badly needed her desires seemed to intensify a hundredfold, and she realized that she was drawing close to orgasm. Jennifer lifted her arm and fondled the aching globes of her bosom, pulling the stiff nipples hard between her thumb and forefinger and lewdly squeezing the resilient mammary flesh. At the same time the tempo of her masturbation increased until her hand was literally moving in a blur between her wildly splayed thighs, her fingers frantically clawing at the swollen pink lips of her pussy.
Then suddenly, Jennifer thought she felt something touch the skin of her inner thigh. For a second she ignored it. She shut her eyes even tighter and grimaced and continued to stroke her fingers through her hair fringed fissure, openly sighing and groaning with her ravenous pleasure. Her conscience, her inhibitions and sense of restraint, had abandoned her entirely; she felt as if she were lost in another world in which the only thing that mattered was the consummation of her lust.
Then the touch occurred again, and Jennifer opened her eyes. Immediately a cold shudder of fear coursed up her spine; she opened her eyes wider and gasped in disbelief. It was Lisa. She was kneeling on the floor between Jennifer's long tapering legs. Her hands were poised over Jennifer's hips, and her eyes were obviously riveted to the pouting lips of her pussy. Somehow she had managed to climb off her bed and crawl across the floor without being heard; now she was about to suck Jennifer's cunt.
"Oh my... oh my God!" Jennifer gasped. For a second she simply remained motionless on the bed, shaking her head and trying to believe her eyes. Lisa's face was flushed and excited; a lewd smile played across her lips, and her eyes seemed to literally eat up Jennifer's vagina. Jennifer opened her mouth in shock and instinctively moved her hips backwards on the bed. Then she pushed her hands hard against Lisa's forehead and tried to pull away entirely. "No!" she gasped. "No, stop it, no! You can't!"
"Oh yes I can," Lisa murmured wickedly. She moved her head easily away from Jennifer's hands and then lowered her head between her thighs. As Jennifer watched her her expression seemed to become even more excited; her nostrils flared with desire, and Jennifer could feel her heavy breathing against the sensitive skin of her milk white inner thigh. Lisa stroked her hands up Jennifer's long tapering legs and dug her fingers into the firm cheeks of her buttocks, making it impossible for her to escape. Then she lowered her head completely between her thighs. Immediately Jennifer felt something hot and wet and wriggling touch the pouting, hair fringed folds of her cunt. A moment later Lisa was sucking her pussy as wildly as she could.
"Oh my God, stop it!" Jennifer shrieked. She stared at Lisa in wide eyed horror and began to writhe wildly on the mattress in an effort to free herself from the involuntary sodomy. But something quickly made her stop. Jennifer groaned and stopped struggling. Her eyelids half closed, and she felt a strange flush beginning to fill her cheeks. Lisa's expert tonguing was already showing its effects. Jennifer could feel it in spite of herself: the slimy wetness of Lisa's tongue, wriggling against her clitoris and labia and the pink inner sheath of her vaginal tunnel. It felt good; it felt incredibly good, infinitely better than her own hand had felt; she could sense the tingling sensations of arousal permeating every pore in her loins, drawing her closer and closer to cumming.
"Oh... stop it!" Jennifer groaned. But her words lacked the terror and insistence they had had a second ago. Instead her voice was practically a moan, and even as she told Lisa to stop she knew she was really telling her to suck her pussy that much harder. For a second longer Jennifer tried to resist the wanton desire welling up in her body. Then it was as if her passion had triumphed completely, and there was nothing left that could stand in the face of it. Jennifer closed her eyes and stopped struggling. Unconsciously she splayed her milk white thighs a little farther apart, digging her heels harder into the mattress and arching her back slightly to thrust her pubic mound into Lisa's mouth. Then she lightly began to grind her buttocks cheeks on the bed, shamelessly thrusting her reeking cuntal slit into the satisfying wetness of her tongue.
"You like that now, don't you?" Lisa asked knowingly. She giggled briefly and then returned her lips to resume the sucking. This time she sucked much harder. Jennifer could feel the suction on her cunt, the way Lisa's lips clasped salaciously around her vaginal opening, the hot dampness of her tongue writhing around her erect clitoris. Gradually Lisa relaxed her fingers and moved them out from under Jennifer's buttocks; there was obviously no reason to hold her down by force any longer. She pushed the fingers of her right hand along the silky flesh of Jennifer's thigh and delicately touched the flowering, fragrant labia. Then she stiffened her index finger and slid it luridly into her virginal opening. Quickly Lisa began to move her finger rapidly in and out of Jennifer's cunt, fucking her with her hand even as she continued the lascivious suction of her mouth.
"Ohhhh... ohhhhhh... unnnnngggg-gghhhhhhhhr Jennifer grunted sharply. Her eyes became heavy and full with her arousal, and she unconsciously opened her mouth, the blush in her cheeks became redder and redder. Lisa's finger felt even better than her mouth. Jennifer could feel the hard stiff thing stabbing into her again and again and again, thrusting deep into her virginal cunt like the thick, stiff male penis she so shamelessly wanted. "More... " Jennifer murmured. She bit her lip and grimaced ravenously and began to gyrate her hips harder on the mattress, furiously thrusting the opening of her slit into Lisa's wet mouth and finger. "Unnn-gggghhhhhh... more!" she repeated. "It feels good... awwwwwwwww... do it harder! Awwwwwww harder, do it really hard!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Lisa murmured contentedly. She pushed her head further into Jennifer's pungent wetness and obediently intensified the rhythm of the sucking. Her finger moved fast and hard into her cuntal sheath, stroking against the pink walls and seeming to bore into Jennifer's very womb. "You like it a lot, don't you?" Lisa asked demandingly. "You really love it!" Then, as if to answer her own question, Lisa began to suck Jennifer's pussy as hard as she could. She withdrew her index finger, stiffened her forefinger and held the two together tightly; when she thrust both into Jennifer's cunt it was as if the imaginary cock she had inside her had suddenly doubled in thickness. Lisa moved her mouth up to the top of Jennifer's slit. Her lips closed tightly around her clitoris. Then she began to suck the aching erect bud as hard as possible, applying all the force of her cunnilingus to the most sensitive part of Jennifer's body.
"Ungggh ungggh unggghhh awwwwwwwww!" Jennifer shrieked. Her lips drew back across her teeth, and her nostrils flared wantonly with lust. "Harder!" she mewled. 'Ungggggghhhhhh! Awwwwwwwww yes yes, do it harder! Oh God it feels so good!" Jennifer grimaced obscenely and moved her head wildly across her shoulder blades, making her long blonde hair shake against her middle back. Her buttocks contracted almost convulsively; she lifted her hips completely off the bed, thrusting her throbbing pussy into Lisa's mouth in an animalistic frenzy of desire.
Then Jennifer realized she was about to orgasm. At first she did not recognize the sensations evolving within her loins; she had never had an orgasm before, and thus had no idea what the beginning of one felt like. Then the sensations became too delicious and intense to be mistaken for anything else. Jennifer closed her eyes tightly and groaned. The muscles of her hips and buttocks instinctively tightened; she could feel the walls of her pussy tightening too, contracting feverishly around the bony stiffness of Lisa's finger. Jennifer whimpered and winced and feverishly shook her head. Her breasts were heavy and full; her nipples were actually throbbing hard and erect with her excitement.
"Unnhhhhhhhhhhhh! UNHH!" Jennifer moaned. For a second she remained absolutely motionless, almost unable to bear the agonizing pleasure building up in her womb. Then she squealed and furiously arched her back, thrusting her gurgling pussy into Lisa's mouth as hard as she could. "Unggggggghhhhhh harder, I'm cumming! Ungggghhhh! Unggghhhh yess yes awwwwwwwww harder! Awwwwwwwwwww God I'm cumming! UNHHHHHHHHH! UNGGGGGHH-HHHH I'M CUMMING! AWWWWW CUMMING CUMMING... Awwwwwwwww... " The convulsive spasms of orgasm racked Jennifer's body for what seemed like whole minutes. Her face flushed crimson, and her skin goosebumped with the sensation. Then, finally, they subsided away. Jennifer groaned and let her hips return to the bed. For perhaps three minutes she lay without thinking of anything. Her whole being seemed filled up with the incredible experience of cumming for the first time, the memory of the spasms and the way her loins now ached so pleasurably in the aftermath. When Jennifer finally opened her eyes Lisa was still kneeling on the floor between her legs, staring back to meet her gaze.
"Did you like that?" Lisa asked softly. There was something strange in her expression, something that Jennifer hadn't seen before. Her stare was bright and intense; her lips were slightly curled in a knowing, vaguely menacing smile.
Jennifer briefly considered lying. Then she realized that she couldn't possibly deny her own pleasure. She averted her eyes in embarrassment and briefly nodded her head.
"I thought so," Lisa said softly. She paused and studied Jennifer's expression, nodding her head thoughtfully as if to weigh an important decision. When she resumed speaking again her voice was low and intent. "Well, I enjoyed it too. And I have news for you. We're going to do it again."
"What?" Jennifer asked softly.
"I said we're going to do it again," Lisa repeated. "We're going to do it a lot, as often as I want to. If you don't I'll tell Aaron that we did. Now what do you think of that?"
For several seconds Jennifer said nothing. Instead she opened her eyes wide, reclined her head and stared at the ceiling. The voice of her conscience emerged, and she tried to tell herself that what she had just done was wrong and disgusting and terrible, that no matter what Lisa threatened she must never allow such a sodomistic, homosexual act to be repeated. But it was very hard to take herself seriously. It had felt good. It had felt very very good, better than anything she had ever known. In a way she suspected that if Lisa were not threatening her she would eventually have initiated a repeat performance herself.
"Well?" Lisa demanded.
"All right," Jennifer replied quickly. She nodded her head and then averted her eyes back to the ceiling, blushing deeply.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Jennifer! Oh Jennifer, are you in there?"
"Right over here!" Jennifer called back. She closed the book on African Geology and smiled at the sound of Aaron Redfield's approaching footsteps. She had been at the farm almost two weeks now, and in that time she had had several rewarding conversations with its chief proprietor; she had already come to regard Aaron as her closest friend. "Over here!" she repeated. "Behind the second shelf."
"Oh... there you are," Aaron said. He stood next to Jennifer's chair and smiled down at her affectionately. In his plaid sweater, khaki slacks and loafers he looked like the Lord of an English manor. "This library is so big I sometimes get lost in it myself. Ah, Jennifer... would you mind if the two of us had a little talk?"
"Not at all," Jennifer replied sweetly. She glanced at the clock--it was still early in the evening--and stretched her arms easily overhead. "What about?"
"Well, it's a bit of a story," Aaron replied. "Why don't the two of us adjourn to my study and have a little drink? I'll fill you in there."
"All right," Jennifer replied quickly. Aaron smiled and turned to walk out of the library; Jennifer earmarked the book, dropped it onto the table next to the chair and stood up to follow him. Wonder what he wants to talk about, she thought inquisitively. He'd already told her about the origins of the farm, the nature of his duties as her 'criminal guardian' and so on, and he'd already given her the mandatory State test for new residents of the Halfway House, which would be dutifully filed and subsequently forgotten by the powers that were; there didn't seem to be much left. Jennifer yawned and followed dutifully in Aaron's footsteps; together they walked down the hall to the study on the other side of the mansion.
"Go right on in," Aaron said. He opened the door to his study, held it open and motioned for Jennifer to enter the room. "You might as well sit on the sofa. The chairs are rather dusty."
"All right," Jennifer said. She entered the room and glanced about her appraisingly; the study was one of the few places on the farm she hadn't seen much of. Now that she had a chance to look at it clearly she realized that it was certainly the most lavish room in the house. The walls were mahogany panelled, and the rug that covered the floor looked like it had been appropriated from an ancient Chinese dynasty. Everything in it smelt of wealth and class and unimpeachable taste. Jennifer looked around, turned back to Aaron and smiled a little giddily. Even after almost two weeks there were still things within the Mansion that amazed her.
"I'm glad you approve," Aaron said softly. He closed the door and motioned to two small glasses on the desk. "Take the one on the left. I made it quite a bit weaker." Aaron grinned mischievously. "I assume, of course, that you're not used to drinking."
"I'm not," Jennifer laughed. She picked up the glass on the left and took a comfortable seat on the end of the couch. "Now will you tell me what we're talking about?"
"Have your drink first," Aaron replied easily. He picked up the remaining glass, drained it between his lips and smiled. "Business before pleasure is a truism only for the poor man. When you're like me it's the other way around!"
"I guess you'd know!" Jennifer said. She giggled and, imitating Aaron's actions, drained the glass in a single swallow. Immediately her face flushed with blood, and she felt a convulsive shudder run through her spine. "Wow! What was in that?"
"Just a little brandy," Aaron said. He smiled and took a seat next to Jennifer on the couch. The only light in the room was a lamp on the nearby desk, and it cast a wan glow around the mahogany walls. "I hope you don't like it too much; I wouldn't want to be responsible for turning a sweet young girl into an alcoholic."
"Oh, I didn't," Jennifer said. She giggled again and slapped Aaron playfully on the knee. "Now would you please tell me what this is about? You've got me just dying of curiosity!"
"Oh... all right," Aaron replied. He averted his eyes, and suddenly Jennifer saw that his profile had become serious and almost grim. "Actually it's not the most pleasant thing to talk about. I might as well be direct, however!"
"What is it then?" Jennifer asked.
"Well... all right, here goes." Aaron swivelled his head and stared directly into Jennifer's eyes. Suddenly his expression was neither humorous nor affectionate; instead it was intent and dispassionate, the expression a lawyer might adopt in grilling a defendant. "Jennifer, is it true that Lisa and yourself have been having a homosexual relationship?"
It took Jennifer several seconds before she could assimilate the meaning of Aaron's words. When she did her face flushed with immediate shame and embarrassment, and she felt all the air leave her lungs; she felt as if someone had hit her across the neck with a crowbar. Instinctively she averted her eyes and stared embarrassedly at the floor. For a second the only thing she could think of was that she had been stupid in suspecting that no one would find out. It was true, of course. For the past week Lisa and herself had been sucking and playing with each other regularly at least three times a night. After the first night it had just been a natural part of going to bed. Jennifer had forgotten her first shame, and Lisa had obviously never had any to begin with. But Jennifer certainly felt ashamed now.
"Please Jennifer," Aaron coaxed affectionately. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed it gently. "I'm afraid you'd better answer."
"Oh God," Jennifer sighed. Suddenly she felt so humiliated that she wondered if she were about to faint. She crumpled on the couch, folding her body like a terrified animal, and buried her head in her hands. "I take it it's true then," Aaron said. Jennifer nodded her head and whimpered into her hands. "How did you find out?" she asked tearfully.
"Kenneth and I have ears. The two of you were making a lot of noise up there, you know; after about three nights the two of us had to get suspicious. Kenneth confronted Lisa about it this morning; we figured it would be better if I talked to you. The two of us do seem to be closer. But Jennifer," Aaron said, shaking his head impatiently. "It doesn't even matter how we found out. The important thing is why. Why did the two of you do it, Jennifer? Please--I promise not to scold you or embarrass you any more than you obviously already are. Please, just tell me why?"
"Oh God" Jennifer repeated. She pressed her open hands into her face and began to cry, suddenly releasing all the sorrow and shame and ill fortune that had overwhelmed her since her arrest and long before. For a long time the two of them sat without saying anything; Jennifer continued to cry, and Aaron waited patiently until she was finished. Then Jennifer felt Aaron's hand lightly touch her knee. Immediately she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes wide and tearful and completely open. Suddenly she realized how much she had come to trust the ruggedly handsome older man in the past two weeks, how much she had even come to regard him as her own father.
"Jennifer, please," Aaron said kindly. "Tell me why."
"Oh, I don't know," Jennifer cried miserably. She turned her head and shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Then she finally felt herself beginning to calm down. "It just happened that's all," she said. She turned back to Aaron and wiped her eyes and began to compose herself. "I mean, Lisa started it, but that doesn't matter. I guess I would have done the same thing in another week or two. It would have happened eventually; it just had to."
"Why?" Aaron repeated gently.
"Oh, why do you think?!" Jennifer cried almost angrily. She averted her eyes and blushed at the floor. She did not feel irritated with Aaron at all; instead she felt completely humiliated to admit to her own sexual needs. "It happened because we were horny, that's why it happened! I mean, why else do you think we'd do something like that?!"
"I didn't mean to irritate you, Jennifer," Aaron said quietly.
"Oh, I'm not," Jennifer said. "I'm sorry for... sounding that way." Jennifer shook her head and looked at Aaron miserably. "It's just had to talk about, that's all."
"I understand," Aaron murmured.
"But that's really just it, actually," Jennifer said. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head helplessly back and forth, as if it frightened her that such an enormous sin could be explained in a single word. "We were horny; that's why we did it. I mean, we're both normal human beings. We're both sixteen years old; you know how teenage girls are. It just happened, that's all. We... I couldn't help it."
"What do you mean when you say you couldn't help it?" Aaron prodded gently.
"She got me excited," Jennifer admitted. "I mean, that's how it started anyway. I didn't want to. At first I told her no. But then she got me all excited and it just happened... and... I don't know. I felt ashamed of myself at first, but it felt so good and I just forgot that I was supposed to feel guilty about it. Sometimes when we'd go in together I'd remember and I'd tell myself no, don't do it tonight. But we'd do it anyway and then... I don't know... I just couldn't help it!"
"Jennifer," Aaron interrupted. "This is a little hard to ask, but... would you consider yourself a lesbian?"
"What?! No!" Jennifer replied immediately. She raised her eyes and looked at Aaron almost in shock; for a moment she couldn't even understand why he had asked. "No, of course not! I'm perfectly normal."
"Yes... " Aaron agreed hesitantly. "But, you see... Lisa is a girl, after all."
"Oh, I know," Jennifer said impatiently. She stared at the floor and again felt herself blushing. "But don't you see, that doesn't matter. We were just horny. If there had been, you know, boys around it would have been different. But there aren't. I guess we just did... what we had to do under the circumstances."
"Jennifer," Aaron said gravely. "I hope you understand that even if there were boys at Redfield House--and there never would be, this is the whole reason institutions of this type are sexually segregated--we would certainly not allow you to have sexual intercourse with them!"
"Well... "Jennifer began. She started to make a reply, then stopped and turned again to the floor. Everything was so confusing. On one hand she knew that everything Aaron said was so correct; she had been raised to be sexually chaste, and before her encounter with Lisa she never would have dreamed of being free with her desires. But now that the encounter had happened Jennifer was aware of physical needs within herself that she knew were irresistible. Sex was a bodily function; it had to be taken care of, just like eating, and she knew that from now on she would have to take care of it herself, whether she approved of the idea or not.
"Well, Jennifer?" Aaron prodded sternly.
"Oh .. " Jennifer hesitated and wrung her hands together. "I guess the only thing I can say is that you didn't allow me to sleep with Lisa either. But I did."
Aaron appeared a little surprised by Jennifer's boldness. "Are you saying, then," he whispered, "that you inevitably would have had sex with any available boys if they were here?"
"I guess so," Jennifer admitted miserably. "I'm sorry, Mr. Redfield; honestly, I am. I don't like to have to say that we'd disobey you. But it's the truth. We would, sooner or later. I'm human. I just get... excited, that's all."
There was a brief pause. When Jennifer glanced at him Aaron's face seemed to be immersed in deep thought, as if he were wrestling with a complicated problem.
"Jennifer," Aaron said finally. "Let me ask you a very blunt question. This morning Kenneth suggested to me that, in order to prevent any homosexual contact in the future, Lisa should be given another bedroom in another part of the house. Tell me honestly: do you think that would do any good?"
Jennifer hesitated only a second. Then she wiped her eyes and shook her head quickly back and forth.
"Well then," Aaron continued, in a sterner tone of voice. "What if we threaten to punish you? I'm prepared to do that. What if we said you'd have to go to a filthy, degenerate prison if you had any sexual contact with Lisa in the future? Would that do any good?"
Jennifer shook her head again and continued staring ashamedly at the floor.
"Oh... oh, my," Aaron said. He frowned and looked at the floor himself. Jennifer glanced at him; his expression seemed to be even more serious and preoccupied than before, and for a long time neither of them said anything.
"Well... " Aaron sighed finally. "I guess there's only one thing left, then"
"Wh... what," Jennifer asked fearfully. "Well... would it do any good if you were to have sex with me?"
Jennifer could not believe her ears. Her eyes widened to the size of pinball bumpers; she swivelled her head and looked at Aaron in horror. A deep feeling of dread emerged within her, making her stomach knot and her muscles stiffen tautly; suddenly all her first suspicions seemed to be coming true. But Aaron's expression was neither wicked nor plotting nor horribly lustful. Instead it was vaguely chagrined, as if he had offered the suggestion as a last resort.
"Don't be so horrified," he said. "I admit that I've never done anything like this before, and I'm sure the state would simply kill me if they found out. But it does seem like the best solution to the problem, doesn't it? I mean... at least I won't hurt you, like an irresponsible boy your own age very well might. And I must admit, Jennifer; you do have an extremely desirable body."
For what seemed like a long time Jennifer stared at Aaron without saying anything. She still could not believe her ears, and when she finally could she wasn't certain that she wanted to. At first all she could thing was that she had been horribly betrayed. Aaron was thirty-five years old, almost two decades senior to herself. Sex with him wouldn't be the beautiful, pure thing she had once imagined with the man she eventually married. No, it would be dirty and filthy and lustful, just a crude animalistic copulation for the sake of sex alone. Jennifer felt her conscience bridling within her, angrily spewing out all the old moral arguments. No; she couldn't; it would be terrible terrible terrible...
Then Jennifer raised her eyes and studied Aaron's face more closely. As she did so she felt all the indignation flowing out of her, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Instead it was replaced by a deep irresistible desire. He was beautiful, she thought; he was the most beautiful man she had ever known. He had given her shelter, protection, a beautiful home; in the past two weeks he had also given her his friendship. And now he was even ready to give her his body. Jennifer felt her face flush with affection; then the heat started in her pussy, and she again felt the agonizing needs of sexual arousal coursing and throbbing through her loins. Well, she wanted to take his body. She desperately wanted to have sex with him, more than anything she had ever wanted in her life.
"Well?" Aaron said. He crinkled his eyes and looked at Jennifer humorously. "I'm waiting."
Jennifer hesitated only a second longer. Then she felt her expression breaking down completely, revealing all her desire and arousal. "Oh Aaron!" she whimpered happily. She jumped up from the couch and threw herself into his body in a passionate embrace. Her lips locked to his and kissed him hotly; her fingers immediately began to fumble with his sweater. "Oh yes, let's do it now!"
Jennifer pressed her face into Aaron's chest and hugged him tightly. She didn't see his wicked, scheming smile.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Jennifer!" Aaron exclaimed. He widened his eyes, pretending surprise, and went through the motions of trying to push her away. "Jennifer, for God's sake. I said that I'd have intercourse with you, but I didn't mean that the two of us were to fornicate like a couple of animals right here in the study! Really, control yourself!"
"I will not!" Jennifer cried hotly. She threw her arms around Aaron's shoulders and showered his face with kisses, eagerly laving her lips around his and thrusting her tongue lasciviously into his mouth. Somehow his reluctance and restraint made her feel bold and extremely horny, almost as if she were in a state of heat. She could feel her pussy crawling stickily with the flow of her juices, the pouting, virginal lips throbbing with the wanton need for Aaron's stiff, hard cock. "You said you were doing it for me, didn't you?" she demanded brazenly. "Well, I'm horny right now!"
"But Jennifer... " Aaron protested. Then Jennifer straddled him as he sat on the couch, planting her knees into the broad firm cushions. She kissed him more eagerly than before and shamelessly pounded her hips into his chest, lewdly simulating the convulsive motions of fucking. Immediately something seemed to change in Aaron's face. His coarse masculine cheeks colored slightly, and for the first time a glint of simple sexual lust appeared in his eyes.
"All right, then," Aaron muttered. He wrapped his powerful arms around Jennifer's slender shoulders and returned her kisses, thrusting his tongue between her small full lips. His hands moved down her back, clasping around the plump, peach shaped cheeks of her buttocks through her blue jeans. "I guess if you want it that badly I'll just have to give it to you, won't I?"
"I want you to fuck me, Aaron," Jennifer mewled throatily. The obscenity emerged from her lips unconsciously; she blushed briefly as she heard herself say it, but her embarrassment was quickly overwhelmed by the ravenous needs of her raging genital heat. Jennifer pushed her hand between their bodies and groped hungrily for Aaron's cock. Her fingers moved over the fabric of his khaki slacks, then touched something stiff and thick and very hard. As she felt her first male erection something seemed to give deep inside her body. It felt incredibly good against her fingers, just touching it; it was so long and thick, and she could actually feel it throbbing.
"Oh Aaron, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me, right now!" Jennifer whimpered. She threw herself even more tightly against his body and laved her wet lips wildly over his entire face. Her lithe fingers closed around the throbbing shaft of his prick and began to squeeze it luridly, milking it and making its meaty stiffness pulse against her hand. Jennifer opened her eyes wide and almost gasped. Lisa wasn't a virgin, and she had already described men's cocks to her many times, but this felt more incredible than anything she'd imagined. It was like a big iron pipe made of flesh, a throbbing monster with a mind of its own that could give her more pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible. Jennifer moved her other hand between their bodies and groped frantically for Aaron's zipper. She pulled it down immediately and then tried to reach inside his pants, desperately wanting to release his blood engorged member from confinement so she could see and feel and touch it in the flesh.
"Jennifer, please," Aaron said, sounding a little bit shocked. "If you're a virgin you really ought to go about this a little more slowly. These things take time... one has to be gentle... "
"I don't want to be gentle!" Jennifer squealed. She pushed her hand into his open zipper and searched hungrily for the length of his bloated organ. Her fingers touched something that felt like it; when she felt it throb to her touch she whimpered insatiably, immediately feeling the pouting lips of her moist pussy overflow with the juices of lust. "Give it to me Aaron, please!" she moaned huskily. "Oh Aaron, I'm so horny! Please don't make me wait!"
"All right, all right," Aaron muttered. The flush in his cheeks was redder now; he was obviously finding it difficult to control himself as well. He pushed Jennifer away from him and quickly began to fumble with his pants. Undoing his belt buckle and zipper, he slid both his pants and underwear down to his shoetops, leaving himself naked from the waist to the ankles. "Okay go ahead then," he whispered. "I'm yours." He sat back down on the couch, spread his legs slightly and looked at Jennifer expectantly.
It took Jennifer several seconds before she could make any kind of response. Her eyes widened, and her face flushed luridly with her raging sexual heat; immediately ill she felt the intense throbbing within her loins grow suddenly more insistent! Aaron's erected cock was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. It seemed to rise up out of his wiry pubic hair like a length of iron pipe, hard and stiff and pulsing rhythmically against his navel. Jennifer ran her eyes hungrily over his organ and instinctively wet her lips. She could see every detail of it, for the first time in her life: the bulbous, reddish glans, the blue veins that swarmed in a tangle around the engorged stalk, the tight sac of his testicles and the translucent trail of seminal fluid that dripped luridly from his cum hole, like oil from a warm, strong engine.
"Oh... God, "Jennifer murmured softly. For several seconds she simply squatted next to him on the couch and stared hungrily at the meaty length of his blood engorged member. Then she slowly leaned forward and lifted her hands. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base and stalk and moaned softly as she squeezed it, feeling his male power pulse through her hands and make her pussy wetter and wetter with desire. All she could think of was how huge it was, how wonderfully long and thick and hard. Jennifer tried to imagine what it would feel like when it was impaled in her virginal cunt, and the image seemed to overwhelm her completely; she couldn't believe that something that big was ever meant to fit into her body.
"You don't have to stare at me like that, you know," Aaron muttered. He studied Jennifer's wide eyed expression and smiled slightly, amused by the innocence of her arousal. "I mean, it's only my penis; it's not the eighth wonder of the world."
"Oh... Aaron," Jennifer sighed breathlessly. She leaned further forward over his hips and tightened the grip of her hands around his bloated prick, groaning wantonly as she felt its meaty thickness throb anxiously against her fingers. It felt so good, she thought dreamily; the same words seemed to circle endlessly through her mind, like a recurrently flashing neon sign. So good... so big and stiff and hard... Suddenly Jennifer realized that she wanted to take Aaron's cock into her mouth. Her sodomistic desire surprised her, and as she felt it Jennifer had to suppress a blush. Lisa had told her all about blow jobs, and Jennifer's first reaction had been that that must be one of the most disgusting acts a woman could perform. But now she wanted to do it herself. The desire was almost overwhelming. She longed to taste his dick, to feel its warm hardness pulsing between her lips and the powerful spurts of his semen gushing down her throat.
"Oh Aaron," Jennifer repeated. She removed her left hand from his erection and moved her right down to the base, closing her fingers around the meaty trunk and positioning it so that the shaft stood out stiffly from his body. Then, before Aaron could do anything to stop her, she lowered her head into his lap. Her mouth opened and closed over the mushroom shaped glans of his swollen member, clasping her lips wetly around the stalk; a moment later she was sucking his cock as hard as she knew how.
"Jennifer!" Aaron exclaimed loudly. His mouth dropped open in shock, and for a second he simply stared speechlessly at the obscene spectacle of her pretty, innocent looking face working eagerly over his loins. Then he grimaced and tried to pull his hips away from her. "Jennifer in the name of God, what do you think you're doing! Stop that right now!"
"No!" Jennifer cried impudently. "I want to!" She squirmed lasciviously on the couch and leaned further over his lap, hungrily trying to get more of his dick into her mouth without choking! The thickness of his organ seemed to fill her completely; she could feel the spongy head pressing against the back of her mouth, her lips stretching almost painfully around the shaft of his hard, throbbing erection. Jennifer puckered her cheeks and clasped her lips more tightly around the shaft in an effort to increase the suction in her throat. She could taste the warm saltiness of his organ against her tongue, and every time she felt it throb her pussy seemed to pulse and ache in unison, as if the two had somehow become connected. As she continued to suck and lick his bloated member Jennifer readjusted the grip of her fingers around the base. Then she began to stroke his dick in quick, urgent movements, jacking him off at the same time. She had no idea of how she was supposed to suck him. Lisa had only mentioned fellatio to her for the first time a few days before, and she had never even considered it before then. But now she wanted to give Aaron the best blow job he had ever had.
"Jennifer please; stop this right now," Aaron said. He pushed his hand against her forehead and tried to move her head away from his loins. Then the irresistible sensations of her sucking seemed to catch up with him. His face flushed, and his breathing quickened; as she moved her head hungrily over his throbbing shaft Jennifer heard him utter a deep groan. "Stop it, Jennifer," Aaron repeated. "Oh... stop it... ohhhhhhhh." But his words no longer carried the strength of his resolve behind them. Aaron shuddered and closed his eyes and involuntarily relaxed against the couch. His hand moved over her forehead to the back of her head; he clutched her long blonde hair between his fingers and pulled her mouth further over his stiffened prick. Then he gently began to move his hips rhythmically against the couch, thrusting his loins into her in the lurid motions of fucking.
"Oh Aaron; you like it!" Jennifer squealed hotly. She removed her mouth momentarily from his cock and smiled up at him adoringly. Then she returned her attentions to his erection. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and thrust her head down hard over his lap, thus managing to get another half inch of his prick between her lips. She could actually feel the length of his organ beyond her tonsils now, the swollen, spongy head pulsing luridly deep, deep down her throat. Jennifer groaned and puckered her cheeks and sucked his cock that much harder. "Am I... doing it right?" she asked, burbling the words around the thickness of his erection. "Tell me how to do it, Aaron."
"Oh... oh... ahhhhhhh," Aaron groaned. For a moment he did not appear to have heard Jennifer's question. His breathing was unsteady, and his face was as red and flushed as if he were having a fit; he seemed completely entranced by the force of Jennifer's sucking. Finally he grabbed Jennifer's left hand and thrust it between his thighs. "Play with my balls," he muttered. "Ohhhh... that's fine... suck it harder! Oh Jennifer... oh Christ, suck it! Suck it as hard as you can!"
"Ummmggghhhhhhh... " Jennifer mewled throatily. She closed her fingers around the hairy sac of his testicles and fondled them gently, as if coaxingly milking the load of his semen of his bloated balls. His testicles felt good too; they were soft and warm and fragile, and as Jennifer felt them she felt herself growing even hornier. Aaron was getting hornier as well. Jennifer could sense the shaft of his prick growing progressively stiffer between her clasping lips. She had no sexual experience with men, but it was obvious how aroused he was; she knew it wouldn't be much longer before he came.
Then Jennifer realized that she had to get Aaron to fuck her immediately. Beneath her panties her pussy was literally drenched with the flow of her juices; her labia were painfully swollen with arousal, and with every slightest movement she could feel the pouting lips chafing stickily against her erected clitoris. Jennifer groaned around the head of Aaron's organ and debated frantically within herself. His cock felt so good inside her mouth; she knew he was about to cum, and she could hardly wait to taste his semen, spurting wildly down her throat in a creamy white torrent of sperm. But she needed him to fuck her even more.
"Ohhhhhhh... " Jennifer mewled. She opened her mouth and quickly lifted her head, letting his cock slide out of her throat. The flesh of his erection was all wet and slimy now with her saliva; she could actually see its reddish, blue veined thickness glistening in the pale light of the study. Jennifer whimpered and squeezed his throbbing cock between her fingers, momentarily wondering if she could bear to stop sucking it. Then she stood up quickly from the couch. Without removing her eyes from Aaron's bloated organ she began to fumble frantically with her belt buckle, trying to remove her pants as quickly as possible.
"Oh... Jennifer," Aaron sighed. He shook his head and stared at her dully, obviously still transfixed by the intensity of her blow job. "Jennifer... what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Jennifer replied hotly. She finally managed to undo her belt buckle and pull down her zipper. Then in one swift movement she kicked off her shoes, pulled down her jeans and panties and stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. She knew that Aaron could see her legs and pussy now for the first time, but the realization did not bother her at all. She didn't feel as embarrassed or afraid as she had on the first night with Lisa. Instead she felt purely and simply horny; all she could think of was the throbbing length of Aaron's engorged member, and how good it would feel to have every inch of it thrusting deep inside her body.
"Jennifer!" Aaron exclaimed. He shook his head and stared blatantly at her mouthwatering sixteen year old nakedness. His eyes roamed greedily over her long tapering legs, the milk white flesh of her thighs, then centered on the fleecy curls of her brown pubic vee and the virginal pink slit beneath it. Immediately his cock grew even harder. Jennifer could see it swelling to even greater stiffness out of his lap, the swollen, spongy head throbbing and twitching luridly against his belly.
"I want you to fuck me, Aaron," Jennifer mewled shamelessly. Without hesitating a second longer she climbed back onto the couch and straddled his hips, digging her knees into the cushions to either side of his waist. The meaty thickness of his member hovered directly under the pouting lips of her moist pussy, in the perfect position to fuck her; as she stared at his cock Jennifer could almost feel his engorged organ entering her body already. She whimpered hotly, leaned forward and tentatively held the shaft of his prick between her thumb and forefinger. "Put it in me, Aaron," she mewled. "Awwwwwwww please Aaron, please!" Jennifer grimaced with ravenous passion and eagerly rotated her hips, frantically trying to impale her wet cunt on the stiffened length of his member. "Fuck me, Aaron. Awwwww please, do it now!"
"Christ," Aaron muttered. He shook his head and blinked his eyes dazedly. Then he seemed to recover himself. He wrapped his fingers around the meaty thickness of his erection and held it up so that the shaft stood perpendicular to his hips. Then he placed his free hand on Jennifer's plump ass and gently guided her downwards, pausing as he felt the swollen head of his organ touch lightly against the hair fringed lips of her vagina.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Jennifer whimpered. Her face flushed luridly, and her nostrils flared wantonly with her animalish arousal. Smiling shamelessly, she leaned forward and pressed her hands against Aaron's brawny chest for support. She could feel the flesh of his engorged member against her cunt now, twitching against the clasping wetness of her labia, and she knew that she was finally going to get what she needed. Jennifer took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then she slowly, achingly lowered her buttocks, gradually impaling her vagina on the blue-veined length of his meaty erection.
"Unh!" Aaron grunted. He grimaced and rolled his head lewdly against the back of the couch. His expression was wild and eager and feverish. All the shyness and formality seemed to have left his character completely, displaced by the guttural demands of his lust. "Ahhhh, yes," he moaned. He placed his hands on Jennifer's hips and guided her gurgling pussy down over his throbbing member, wincing as he felt the stiffness of his organ bathing in the clinging tightness of her virgin cunt. "Harder," he muttered. "Oh yeah... yeah that's good! Unh! Harder!"
"Unh unh unnnggghhhhhhh!" Jennifer whimpered hotly. She gasped and looked down her bosom at Aaron's engorged member. She could see its swollen thickness buried in her hair fringed fissure, the circumference of his dick chafing against her clitoris and stretching her tight lips to the bursting point. Something in the obscene spectacle made Jennifer even hornier. Groaning, she raised her hips slightly and then furiously drove them downwards, forcibly trying to thrust the length of his organ into her cunt all at once. Immediately a wave of pain coursed through her loins, but Jennifer ignored it; she knew her pussy was so wet that it wouldn't hurt for very long.
"Fuck me, Aaron," Jennifer moaned throatily. "Oh... ohhhhh, fuck me!" She contracted the cheeks of her peach shaped buttocks and continued to slide her vaginal sheath relentlessly over Aaron's blood engorged member. As she did so her breathing quickened, and she felt her face and neck flush with her mounting passion. It felt so good, she thought; it felt even better than sucking him. His cock was huge, but it hardly hurt her at all. Instead it just gave her pleasure, the pleasure of being filled up for the first time by a man's stiffened prick. Jennifer groaned and then shamelessly began to buck her hips, eagerly trying to force more and more of his bloated organ between her tight vaginal lips. She could feel it boring into her now, the big thick shaft of his cock thrusting up her pussy to the very depths of her womb. And she wanted more of it; she wanted as much of his dick as she could possibly get. "Awwwwwwwwww-wwww!" Jennifer whimpered. "Fuck me... oh God yes yes yes! Fuck me!"
"Oh Jesus," Aaron muttered. He grimaced and dug his hands savagely into her lithe naked hips, making the ivory smooth skin welt red under his fingers. Jennifer could feel his cock pulsing angrily inside her now, its meaty thickness throbbing so wildly that she wondered if he might cum inside her at any moment. Wincing, Aaron lifted his buttocks off the couch and seemed to tighten all his muscles at once. Then in one savage thrust he rammed his bloated, swollen prick into Jennifer's hair fringed pussy, burying his cock completely inside her.
"Unnnggghhhhh!" Jennifer grunted. Her face flushed crimson, and she winced briefly as she felt the walls of her cuntal sheath being stretched painfully apart. Then her vagina adjusted to the enormous size of his member. Jennifer smiled with obscene pleasure and let herself relax on top of him. For a moment she remained there without moving at all, moaning softly as she savored the turgid stiffness of his organ throbbing deep inside her body. She was sure she had never been so sexually excited in her life. Her pussy was dripping wet, her clitoris was hard and erect; beneath her work shirt she could feel her protuberant nipples distending stiffly against the lacy fabric of her brassiere. Jennifer leaned forward and wrapped her slender arms around Aaron's neck. She kissed him hotly and adoringly, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth in gratitude for the pleasure his cock was giving her. Then she slowly but surely began to work her nimble buttocks over his hips, eagerly fucking her pussy with the stiff, satisfying shaft of his erection.
"Unggh... that's right, baby, that's right," Aaron muttered. He pulled his face away from Jennifer's wet lips and stared down between their bodies, salaciously admiring the lurid spectacle of his blue veined organ sliding rhythmically into her cunt. "Harder, Jennifer," he groaned. He dug his fingers again into her hips and began to aid her in her rhythm, forcing her hair fringed fissure more and more quickly over his bloated dick. "Oh Jesus you're so tight, Jennifer! Unhh! Harder! Harder!"
"Oh Aaron! Awwwww God it feels so good!" Jennifer whimpered. She gasped and flushed and continued to work her buttocks eagerly over him, sighing contentedly as more and more of his blood engorged member stabbed into the clasping wetness of her vagina. Her loins were literally crawling now with her raging genital heat; she could feel the insistent pulsing deep inside her body, the erected bud of her clitoris chafing agonizingly against the upperside of Aaron's dick again and again, and she knew it would not be much longer before she had her orgasm. "Harder Aaron!" Jennifer mewled. She flared her nostrils and began to gyrate her small girlish hips over his loins with all the feminine strength she could muster, needfully pounding her gurgling slit into the stabbing impalement of his member. "Awwwwwwww yes yes fuck me harder! Unggghhhhhhh! It feels so good awww-wwww fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Ahhhhhhh," Aaron sighed. He grinned with sensualistic pleasure and continued to stare at his meaty organ thrusting into Jennifer's cunt. Then he raised his eyes and stared at her bosom. Suddenly he seemed to become transfixed by her breasts. As Jennifer bobbed rhythmically over him they swayed and shook lewdly under her work shirt; her breasts were so large and firm that the brassiere could barely hold them. Aaron leered at her chest and raised his hands to her shirt. He undid the buttons as quickly as he could and then slid it off her shoulders as he continued to fuck her. Then he reached behind her back for the clasp of her brassiere. The enormous globes of Jennifer's mouthwatering tits burst forth in all their naked glory, jiggling and shaking with every small movement of her body. Aaron smiled feverishly and fondled them with his hands, digging his fingers pleasurably into the soft, resilient, spongy flesh of Jennifer's bosom. Then he leaned forward and opened his mouth. His lips encircled Jennifer's right areola and the stiff, distended tip of her teat; he closed his mouth around it and began to suck it hungrily, chewing and licking the sensitive pink flesh as if he expected to draw milk.
That was more than Jennifer could bear. As soon as Aaron's lips closed around her nipple she felt a hot flush of arousal course from her loins to her bosom, as if the two had been connected by an electric impulse. Then her lower back instinctively tightened and she knew she was about to cum.
"Awwww Aaron! Fuck me Aaron, fuck me!" Jennifer squealed hotly. She threw her arms around his neck and embraced him needfully, wanting his whole body as close to hers as possible for her orgasm. She could feel the spasms beginning now, throbbing deep inside her body. Her clitoris ached with her ravenous need, the walls of her cuntal sheath contracted tightly around the meaty stiffness of Aaron's erection. Groaning and grunting, Jennifer tightened the cheeks of her ass and began to writhe her body over his in a wanton frenzy of lust, furiously fucking her cunt with the blue veined stiffness of his bloated member. "Fuck me Aaron!" she whimpered. "Ungggghhhhhh! Fuck me Aaron, I'm cummming! Ungggghhhh! Harder Aaron! Fuck me harder, I can feel it! Awwwwwwwww! Harder, do it harder! Awwwwwwwwww! AWWWWWWWWW FUCK ME I'M CUMMING! UNGG-HHHHHH! I'M CUMMING AARON! AW-WWWW AWWWWWWW... I'm CU-UUUUUUMMMMIIIIIING MMMMMMI-IIINNNNGGGG... " The satisfying contractions of orgasm coursed through Jennifer's loins again and again and again. She could feel the muscles of her pussy clasping feverishly around his swollen dick, instinctively trying to draw every inch of his meaty thickness inside her body. Jennifer mewled girlishly and clung to Aaron's body as if she were drowning. Then, finally, the spasms began to fade within her. A deep, satisfied flush covered Jennifer's face. Her nostrils flared animalishly, and her lips curled into a pleased smile.
"Oh Aaron!" Jennifer squealed happily. She lifted his head and looked adoringly into his eyes and then leaned forward to kiss him. "Oh Aaron, it was beautiful! Thank you so... "
"Why don't you look behind you?" Aaron interrupted.
Jennifer pulled back her head and looked inquisitively at Aaron's face. As she did so her forehead wrinkled with worry, and she felt the first intimations of fear beginning to knot in her belly. There was something in his expression that she had never seen before. His eyes were wide and awake, but they were not gentle and loving at all, as she had expected. Instead they seemed to glow with a cold, ruthless fever, like the eyes of a psychotic on the verge of murder.
"Aaron!" Jennifer exclaimed fearfully. "What is it!? What's wrong?"
"I said," Aaron repeated calmly, "why don't you look behind you?"
Jennifer held Aaron's face between her hands and studied his expression a moment longer. Then she slowly turned her head towards the door. When she saw what Aaron was looking at her breath caught hard in her throat, and her mouth dropped open as if someone had hit her over the head with a club. For a moment she couldn't believe her eyes. Then she felt her eyes widening, and she knew that the first suspicions she had had upon arriving at Redfield House were correct all the long.
It was Aaron's cousin, Kenneth. He was standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest, staring at the obscene spectacle on the couch and grinning with voyeuristic pleasure. His only article of clothing was a terrycloth bathrobe. The front of it had formed into a tent: it was obvious that his cock was extremely hard.
"Hello, Jennifer," Kenneth said calmly. He raised his eyes to her face and smiled almost politely. Then he stepped forward and quickly pulled off his bathrobe. Beneath it he was absolutely naked. The stiff shaft of his prick stood out from his pubic hair like a thick length of iron pipe. Jennifer realized that it was even harder than Aaron's; it was also even bigger.
CHAPTER SIX
"Kenneth," Jennifer said softly. She parted her lips and stared speechlessly at the blood engorged shaft of his organ. He was standing only a few feet away from her, and she could see every detail of it: the reddish, mushroom shaped head, the welter of blue veins running up the shaft and the sac of his testicles drawn tightly along the underside of his prick. As she looked at it Kenneth's cock throbbed before her eyes, and for the first time Jennifer that he was going to fuck her, whether she wanted to or not. Her eyes widened further; she felt a knot of fear begin to grow in the pit of her stomach.
"Aaron, what is this?" Jennifer asked softly. She turned her head slowly back to him and looked at him questioningly. "What's going on?"
"It's for your own good, Jennifer," Aaron said. His lips curled into a leering, expectant grin. He moved his hands quickly from her breasts to the sides of her waist; then he dug his fingers savagely into her milk white flesh, making it impossible for her to move away from him. "I mean, you haven't really been initiated into the family yet, if you know what I mean. It has to happen sometime. It happened to Lisa, and it happened to all the girls before her. Now it's going to happen to you."
"What's going to happen to me?" Jennifer asked fearfully. She shuddered and looked wildly back and forth between them, vainly hoping for some sign of sympathy or human compassion. But there was nothing of the kind. Instead their faces showed only a sadistic, expectant pleasure and a vague sense of contempt. Jennifer narrowed her eyes and looked back at Aaron. "Aaron, what are you talking about?" she demanded. She felt her voice quavering, and she bit her lip in an effort to control her mounting hysteria. "You sound... you sound like you've actually been planning this! What are you going to do to me?!?!?!"
"We've been planning it," Aaron replied quietly. "We've been planning it all along."
Suddenly Aaron's lips curled into a broad, feverishly wicked grin. Before Jennifer could do anything to stop him he lifted his hands from her hips and folded his arms across the center of her back. His cock remained impaled within the clasping wetness of her hair fringed pussy; Jennifer could feel it throbbing deep inside her body, and now it seemed harder than ever before, as if the mere idea of what he was about to do excited him tremendously. Aaron flexed his arms and pulled Jennifer's torso tightly against his, involuntarily forcing her to arch her back and lift her rounded, naked buttocks cheeks provocatively over his hips.
"Okay, Kenneth!" Aaron said loudly. "Come on and do it to her!" He returned his eyes to Jennifer and smiled malevolently. "You're going to love this, honey," he said softly. "Believe me, once you get used to it you're going to love every single stroke!"
"What?!" Jennifer squealed. Her face began to color with her growing fear; all the muscles of her body seemed to constrict at once, and she felt the walls of her vagina clamp tightly, around the meaty stiffness of Aaron's organ. "What are you talking about? Aaron, what is going on?!" Jennifer whirled her head and tried to meet Kenneth with her eyes. "Kenneth, don't do this to me," she whispered pleadingly. "Please, Kenneth... I haven't done anything to you... don't hurt me like this!" Kenneth only smiled cruelly in response. "Sorry, Jennifer," he said huskily. "Can't disobey my cousin's orders. He's older than me, remember?"
"What orders?" Jennifer demanded. "What are you talking about?!"
"You'll find out," Kenneth said. He grinned knowingly and then padded naked across the room, stopping next to the couch. His eyes roamed hungrily over the mouthwatering curves of her voluptuous body, and as he stared at her Kenneth seemed to grow progressively more aroused; over her shoulder Jennifer could see the blue veined thickness of his member twitching stiffly against his belly, as if he were ready to cum at any moment.
"Yeah, you'll find out," Kenneth repeated. But his voice had already changed. It was huskier now, less intent; his expression was as preoccupied as if he were entranced. Kenneth stood behind Jennifer and lifted his hands slowly to her slender waist. He moved them slowly down her hips and then dug his fingers into the peach shaped cheeks of her ivory smooth buttocks. As he did so the intensity returned momentarily to his expression; his lips spread in a feverishly lustful grin, and his eyes flared with arousal. Kenneth dug his fingers harder and harder into Jennifer's ass cheeks, making the milk white skin welt red against his hands. Then he drew them roughly apart, exposing the puckered ring of her virgin anus.
"Kenneth!" Jennifer shrieked. She grimaced in terror and tried for the first time to writhe herself free of the stabbing impalement of Aaron's erection. But it was impossible. Aaron's arms were clasped relentlessly around his back, and she knew she was powerless to resist them. Suddenly Jennifer felt horribly alone and afraid. They were men; they were bigger and stronger than her; they could do absolutely anything to her that they wanted. Jennifer turned her head and again tried to meet Kenneth's stare, begging him with her eyes to leave her alone. "Kenneth, please," she whimpered softly. "I don't know what you're going to do, but whatever it is please, don't... "
"I'm going to fuck you," Kenneth interrupted crudely. He studied the small, pink sphincter of her asshole and grinned feverishly. Then he pushed his hand into the sizzling cleft of her buttocks. He touched the ring of her rectum with his finger and thrust it hard into her anus, burying it completely into the clasping warmth of her bowel tract. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you," he repeated, emphasizing the obscenity and moving his finger lustfully within her rubbery rectum. "I'm going to fuck you up the ass!"
"Ungggghhhh! Kenneth!" Jennifer shrieked. She grunted forcibly with the foreign sensation and fell heavily forward into Aaron's body. For a moment Kenneth's gesture was so guttural to her that she was unable to understand what he intended to do. Then her eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and for the first time she felt a wave of truly hysterical fear envelope her body. He was going to sodomize her. He was going to rape her anally; he was going to fuck her there!"
"Awwwwww! Stop it, stop it, noooo... " Jennifer bellowed. Her face contorted in terror, and she began to struggle furiously to free herself from the stabbing impalement of Aaron's member. But there was nothing she could do. His cock was buried completely inside her cunt, his arms were wrapped tightly around her body; she might as well have been lost in the grip of some terrible machine. Jennifer gritted her teeth and whimpered as she felt her eyes beginning to fill with tears of shame and embarrassment. She was painfully aware of Kenneth's finger in her rectum, and the touch humiliated her. The walls of her anus contracted tightly around it, as if her body were instinctively trying to repel the foreign invasion; already she sensed that the sodomistic ravishment would be the most painful thing she had ever known. "Awwwww noooo!" Jennifer squealed. She lifted her arms and flailed them helplessly against Aaron's chest. "No no noooo! Awwww stop it! It hurts! Please let me alooooone!!"
But Kenneth ignored her completely. For a few seconds longer he continued to work his finger savagely through her rubbery rectum, grinning as he felt her small anal sphincter loosening gradually to his touch. Then he pulled his finger out of her reeking bowel tract. He dug his hands into the milk white flesh of her hips to either side of her ass and steadied himself behind her, putting himself in the perfect position to ravage her asshole. Against her neck Jennifer could feel his breath, hot and rapid and steady; Kenneth was obviously much too excited to stop now, no matter what she said to him. His fingers dug into her buttocks and again parted the cheeks of her ass. A moment later Jennifer felt the head of his spongy prick press luridly into the fleshy lips of her rectum.
"Unggghhhh! No, no, stop!" Jennifer shrieked. She grimaced and wriggled her hips as hard as she could, vainly trying to pull herself away from Kenneth's twitching, throbbing prick. "Don't! You'll hurt, me with it, arrrggghhhh no no no! Leave me alone!"
"You'll love it, baby," Kenneth whispered. "You're really going to love it." He grinned down at her helplessly struggling body and grinned feverishly. Then he felt the rubbery muscles of her rectum contract reflexively around the tip of his dick, and an irresistible tremor of lust filled his loins. Kenneth leaned far over Jennifer's body and gripped her hips as hard as he could. Then he luridly contracted the lean shells of his buttocks, slowly, achingly driving the throbbing length of his blood engorged member into the forbidden warmth of her asshole.
"Unnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer grunted. Her face flushed almost crimson, and her lips drew back animalishly over her pearl white teeth. For a few seconds it didn't hurt at all. She could feel Kenneth's massive erection boring into her rectum, stretching the virgin walls of her bowel tract to the bursting point, but at first the only sensation it caused was a dull, insistent throbbing that was almost pleasurable. Then Kenneth moved quickly behind her, eagerly burying over half of his meaty thickness into the rubbery grip of her anus. Immediately Jennifer's breath caught in her throat, and her expression contorted into pure agony. The first painful spasms emanated from deep inside her loins and quickly filled her whole body; she could feel it hurting terribly now, the huge bloated stiffness of his organ overwhelming her helpless body completely.
"Awwwwwwwrrrgggghhhhh!" Jennifer bellowed. She winced and bit down hard on her lower lip, struggling as hard as she could to suppress the pain. "Stop it, right now! Awwwwww Kenneth! Awwrrrrgggghhhhhh you're killing me! Take it out! Take it out of me, awwwww please, take it out now!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Kenneth sighed. He paused and grinned down at the lurid spectacle of his meaty erection resting within the distended lips of her puckered sphincter. Jennifer could feel the walls of her rectum clasping reflexively around Kenneth's cock, and she knew inwardly how much pleasure she was giving him in spite of herself. "Oh Jesus," Kenneth groaned. He winced and began to revolve his hips in a circular motion, gradually inching more and more of his prick into her bowels. "It's so tight... unggggghhhhhh... so fucking tight!" Kenneth grunted and fell heavily across Jennifer's back. He ran his arms up her bare stomach and lewdly clasped his palms around the swaying gloves of her overripe breasts, hungrily milking the resilient flesh of her mammaries with his fingers. Then with one savage thrust he bucked his hips forward completely, furiously driving every inch of his throbbing prick into the depths of her forbidden orifice.
"Unnnggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Jennifer grunted. For a moment the pain was so intense that she could barely breathe. The length and thickness of his organ filled her rectum completely, stretching the walls of her virgin anus to the point of bursting. Jennifer whimpered and let her head rest against Aaron's chest. It was agonizing, but there was nothing she could do about it anymore. All her strength had been exhausted; she could hardly move. Jennifer started to open her mouth in another effort to beg Kenneth to leave her alone, but then stopped herself. It was pointless. All she could do now was lie there while he savagely raped her asshole, taking his pleasure in her bowels as if she had no more feelings than an alleyway dog.
"Oh, yeeeaahhhhhh," Kenneth groaned wantonly. He gasped and sighed heavily, savoring the clasping warmth of Jennifer's rectum encircling his blood engorged member. Then he quickly began to buck his hips rhythmically behind her, furiously driving the stiffened length of his prick repeatedly into her puckered ring. "Come on, Aaron," he muttered. "She's ready.
Fuck her! Fuck her good and hard!" Immediately Jennifer felt Aaron's body come alive beneath her. His hands tightened around her back, and his hips began to move against her belly. Then she again felt the blue veined stiffness of his prick sliding through the pouting lips of her moist pussy, fucking her in perfect unison with his cousin's dick in her asshole. Jennifer whimpered and closed her eyes; the only hope she had left was that she would somehow be able to pass out. They were both fucking her at once now, stabbing the hard shaft of their two pronged cock lustfully into her curvaceous young body, and it didn't feel good at all. Instead it simply felt humiliating; with every jarring thrust Jennifer felt herself reminded that she amounted to nothing more in their eyes than a mindless sexual slave. Jennifer whimpered shamefully and rested her head against Aaron's brawny chest, helplessly sobbing out hot tears of embarrassment. It'd be over soon, she thought wildly. They had to finish eventually. And when they did she'd run far far away...
"Ungggghhhhhh! Fucking Jesus Christ!" Kenneth muttered. He gasped lasciviously and shook his head wildly back and forth across his shoulder blades, almost unable to bear the incredible tightness of Jennifer's bowel tract. "So fucking tight," he muttered. "I can't stand it; I'm gonna cum! Harder, Aaron! Fuck her really hard!"
Obediently Aaron began to gyrate his hips wildly on the couch, hammering his meaty erection into her hair fringed pussy in short, jarring strokes. Then both of them were fucking her in an animalistic frenzy of lust, tapping all the raw masculine power they had between them. Jennifer groaned with humiliation and slowly let her knees slide off the edge of the couch, splaying herself naked and helpless between them. She could feel them fucking her savagely now, hammering their blood gorged cocks into her body with all the strength they had, and she knew she was unable to resist them. There was nothing she could do, she thought. Her face contorted with shame, and she began to sob loudly against Aaron's chest. Nothing she could do, she thought; the words seemed to circle endlessly through her brain. Nothing nothing nothing...
Then Jennifer suddenly realized how much she was actually beginning to like it. At first the sensations of pleasure were almost foreign to her. She could feel that the sheath of her rectum had adjusted to the throbbing thickness of Kenneth's member, and she knew that the dull, almost pleasurable spasms she had felt at first had returned. Then what was almost pleasure became very pleasurable all at once, more delicious and satisfying than anything she had ever known. Jennifer gasped and flushed and poised motionless between them, disbelievingly listening to the sensations that arose mutinously from her own body. It did feel good now, she thought wonderingly; it felt better than anything she had ever had in her life. The swollen stiffness of Kenneth's cock filled her asshole to the point of bursting, deliciously stretching and hammering through the rubbery grip of her bowels. At the same time Aaron's prick felt stiffer than it had ever been before; Jennifer could sense it seeming to grow inside her loins, pulsing and throbbing and thrusting again and again into the hair fringed slit of her gurgling cunt. A deep, convulsive shudder coursed reflexively through Jennifer's body. She felt her nipples distend stiffly against the hairs of Aaron's chest, and she felt the muscles of her pussy and asshole contract at once around the blue veined stiffness of the two pronged cock, as if to draw both their dicks further into her body. Then Jennifer moaned throatily and began to gently writhe her body between them, eagerly trying to get as much of their hard cocks into her body as she possibly could.
"She likes it now," Aaron said knowingly. He studied Jennifer's flushed, feverish expression and grinned wickedly from ear to ear. Then he dug his hands sharply into her hips and fucked her that much harder, pounding his engorged member into her hair fringed fissure so hard that the couch shook noisily beneath them. "Yea, she loves it!" he grunted hoarsely. "Harder, Kenneth. Oh God! HARDER!"
Obediently Kenneth moved his hips insistently behind Jennifer's jiggling buttocks, driving his stiffened organ deeper and deeper into the puckered ring of her anus. "Unngggggghhhhhh!" Jennifer whimpered. Her nostrils flared animalishly with arousal, and for a moment her whole face seemed locked in an expression of agonized desire. Then her muscles loosened, and a shameless smile of sexual pleasure spread from ear to ear. "Awwwwwww fuck me!" she squealed hotly. She pushed her knees into the edge of the couch for support and began to pound her lithe hips frantically between them, eagerly trying to get as much of their cocks as she could. "Awwwwwww yes yes I'm going to cum! Unggggghhhh! Fuck me Kenneth, fuck my asshole! Harder! Unh unh unh fuck me harder I'm going to cum! Awwwwwwwww awwwwwwwww-aw-wwwwwwwwwwww..."
"Ahhhhhhh," Kenneth sighed. Suddenly his whole body locked in a tight, shuddering knot behind Jennifer's wildly moving buttocks. His breathing quickened against the nape of her neck, and she felt the blue veined thickness of his organ grow momentarily to absolute stiffness in her ravaged bowels. Then the enormous load of his seminal fluid gushed furiously from his twitching cock. It was the first time a man had ever cum inside her body, and there was more of his sperm than Jennifer had ever imagined it was possible to emit. It spurted endlessly inside her asshole, again and again and again; she felt it fill her anal sheath completely and then splurt obscenely out of her sphincter, running in a creamy white stream down the backs of her thighs.
That was more than Jennifer could take. As Kenneth orgasmed inside her rectum her mind seemed to be overwhelmed with the utter obscenity of the sodomistic ravishment. Then she realized that it was the obscenity itself that excited her. Jennifer groaned heavily and collapsed momentarily on Aaron's chest. She could feel her orgasm building inside her. Her nipples were stiff and hard with desire; the muscles of her back were taut, and the stiff bud of her clitoris chafed achingly against the shaft of Aaron's prick. Groaning and grunting, Jennifer threw her arms around his neck and pressed herself needfully against her body. Then she lowered her hips as hard as she could, desperately trying to get every inch of his massive dick inside her pussy for her orgasm.
"Awwwwwwwww Aaron!" she whimpered. "Fuck me Aaron, I'm cumming! Ungggghhhhhh! Unnngggghh-hhhhhh fuck me on God fuck me, fuck me harder! Nnnnnngggggghhhhhh! UNNN-GGGGHHHHHH! HARDER AARON HARDER, I'M GOING TO CUM! AW-WWWW THERE THERE I'M CUMMING! NNNNGGGGHHHH YES I'M CUUU-MMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGGGG... " For what felt like hours Jennifer remained poised over Aaron's twitching prick, gasping as the orgasmic contractions coursed deliciously through her loins in an endless consummation of her lust. Then her lips curled in an utterly satisfied smile, and she relaxed completely on top of his body. She could still feel his bloated thickness pounding away through her gurgling cunt, and the realization filled her only with pride; she knew she loved Aaron now, and she wanted to give him as much pleasure as her body had to offer. A thousand thoughts seemed to race through her mind, but she was too exhausted to articulate any of them. All she could think of was how good she felt, how every pore in her loins seemed to tingle with the wanton fulfillment of her lust. Her first suspicions had been wrong all the time. Aaron and Kenneth had made her happy, and that was the only thing that mattered. Jennifer smiled dreamily and closed her eyes. Her six months at Redfield House weren't going to be so bad after all.
