Nine year old Steve Criton awoke with a feeling of apprehension in his sister's apartment, at first not quite remembering where he was. He opened his eyes and looked around the strange room, and then remembered that he was going to be here for at least a month, and maybe more, if he liked it enough to ask his parents to let him stay.
His room was rather clean, and as his senses came back to him, he remembered the strange happenings of the night before, when he had arrived in New York City's lower west side from the airport.
That had been something he would never forget as long as he lived. He had been told that his sister, Jennifer, would be there to meet him, and when she wasn't, he felt totally lost. It was early in the evening, and there he was, all alone in a strange city, as different from the little town of Creek Water, Kansas which was his home as night was from day. He was used to no more than a couple of hundred people in an area at once, and in a matter of hours, he had left the warmth and security of his home to be thrust in the bustling of America's largest city. He had wandered about the huge airport, looking for his sister, who he hadn't seen in the two years since she had left home ... run away, just about. He hadn't seen her, and for a little while, he felt a dread in the pit of his stomach. What does a nine year old boy do when he's all alone in a strange city thousands of miles from home? For a moment, Steve wanted to cry, but he was smart enough to know that that would get him no where.
Then he remembered that he had his sister's phone number, and after regaining some sense of composure, he called her.
He didn't really know what to expect, but what he got was something that made him wonder if he shouldn't just get back on the plane and go home.
His sister sounded as though she was on the verge of tears! She talked to him as though she had totally forgotten that he was coming to visit her for the summer. Somehow, though Steve wasn't certain just how, he was able to calm her down. It was as though the sound of his voice was enough to make her happy. While she didn't tell him what the matter was, she did manage to calm herself enough to tell him what to do. Giving him her address, she told him to take a taxi to her apartment, mentioning that she would pay for it when he arrived.
" This made Steve feel a little better, and for the duration of the ride, he was silent, taking in the sights and sounds of a night-time New York. They were so exciting to his innocent young eyes that he actually wished he could ride around in the taxi forever.
Finally, the driver turned down what looked like a very run-down area of the street, and when he told his young passenger that he was at the address, Steve climbed out of the cab and looked around.
From the letters his sister had sent to her parents, Steve had thought that she was living in the height of style. Instead, it looked like she was living in a slum, worse than the area down by the tracks of his home town. Jen was there to greet the cab and pay the driver, and while the exchange went on, Steve watched his sister with more amazement than he had the buildings of the city. She looked ... well, she looked as lovely as her pictures had shown her to be, though she was a little different, as one might expect after two years. Her long blonde hair, which had reached all the way to her shapely buttocks when the last picture had been taken was now cut and styled, cascading gracefully to her shoulders, its full fluffiness framing her pert little face perfectly, being parted carefully in the middle of her head. Even in the darkness of night, Steve could see her shimmering blue eyes, sparkling, though he couldn't tell if it was because she had just gotten out of bed to pay the cab, and the terry-cloth garment revealed much of her lush, ripe, voluptuous body. Her full, apple-shaped breasts seemed to be in conflict with the opening of the pale blue robe, trying to force it open and expose the firm mounds. Steve moved his eyes away from his sister's lovely form to notice that the cab driver was staring at Jen's breasts, hoping against hope that one bright red nipple would peek between the edges of the robe.
Both the driver and Steve lowered their eyes to her shapely thighs and calves, exposed for all the world to see as the robe barely came to mid-thigh. While Jen was carrying herself fairly well, she seemed, even to Steve's young eyes, to be falling apart, as though she was about to give up on life altogether.
'Something's wrong', Steve thought to himself as he watched the driver take a little longer than necessary in giving Jen her change from the fare, making sure that his callused hands touched the smooth softness of Jen's as he dropped several coins into hers. Despite her front of happiness and gaiety, Jen looked very tired, as though all she wanted to do was get back to bed. This thought was made real as, after the cab pulled away, Jen circled her arm around her brother's lithe, developing body and ushered him into her apartment.
"Steve," she told him, her voice sounding slightly slurred and distant, "I'm going to level with you. Tonight has really been the shits for me. Suppose you go to bed, and you and I will talk some tomorrow. At the moment, it's all I can do to keep my eyes open."
That was all she had said, that and showing Steve where his room would be for the length of his stay with her. Then she closed the door to his room softly and Steve listened to the dainty plodding of her feet against the hard-wood floors as she walked to her own room.
Now, with the morning rays of the sun streaming through the east-facing window of his room, Steve sat up in his bed, his head a little dizzy as he tried to come to grips with the time change imposed on him by modern jet-age travel. It wasn't easy, but he managed, especially when he smelled something that reminded him of home-BREAKFAST!
As the pleasing smell of cooking bacon wafted against his young nose, he discovered that he was very hungry. If someone was cooking something, that must mean someone was up and around, and he leapt from his bed, quickly dressed in his jeans and tee-shirt and followed the scent to the kitchen.
There he saw his sister sitting at the table, dressed as she had been when he had seen her the night before. She looked more lovely now, in the light of the sun, even though Steve could tell that there was still something wrong with her. She looked ... what was the phrase he had heard so many times from the college students near his town? ... spaced out. Distant, somewhat withdrawn, oblivious to everything that was happening around her and not really caring all that much.
"Mornin' Sis," he said, using the greeting he used when she had been living with him and their parents in Kansas.
"Mornin' Kiddo," she retorted, forcing a smile and using the greeting she had always used with him. Even on the small farm they had in Kansas, Jen would be the first to get up, and the little greeting had become something of a ritual.
"You look hungry," she continued as she motioned for him to sit at the table. "I'd like to apologize for the way I was last night. Things have been happening a little too fast for me, and it'll take me some time for me to get adjusted."
For a moment, Steve felt a little guilty. If his sister was having problems, maybe he shouldn't be here. He had been expecting his sister to be the fun-loving woman he had known her to be before she left, and for the two months since she had offered to have him come and visit her in her new home, he had been looking forward to a lot of excitement and new things.
"Hey," she told him when she noticed that his face was slightly drawn out. "Don't you worry about a thing. At this point in my life, the last thing I want is to be alone. I'm really glad you're here. Thank God it's you and not Mother or Dad."
With that, she reached behind a salt shaker and pulled out a cigarette, placing it between her lush lips and lighting it. The action startled Steve a little. No one in their family smoked, and it looked a little strange seeing his sister practice this new habit of hers.
"What's the matter, Sis?" Steve asked, his face taking on a very concerned look. Something must be really wrong if she was glad that neither of her parents were around. Steve remembered that both he and Jen used to have their little secrets from their parents ... things that seemed totally evil in their time, and keeping those secrets from their parents had formed a tight bond between sister and brother ... a bond that time would never break.
"Someone who was very close to me had died," she said in a controlled, low voice. "Actually, someone very close to me was killed the day before you came ... shot in the streets by the police while he was trying to run away from a robbery he was committing."
Steve hissed in his breath, his hunger forgotten as he listened to his sister tell her story.
When she had first come to New York, she had very little money, but a lot of determination. She had toyed with the idea of going to the City College, and had started hanging around the campus, looking for a job and getting the feel of the place. That was where she had met Alex Dagon, a recent graduate. The two of them had hit it off, and after a couple of dates with him, she believed that she had found someone who could help her out. It had been her decision that they find a place to live together, and they did ... the west side apartment where she was now. Even though Alex didn't seem to have much of a job, there was enough money for the two of them to live comfortably. She kept repeating over and over again as she told her story that she was young and foolish ... that if she had had a brain in her head at the time, she would have asked Alex where he was getting his money from. Alex treated her very well, though, and as long as everything was working out fine between them, it didn't seem to make much difference.
Then, a couple of nights ago, her whole world blew apart. She received a knock on her door, and opened it to find the police standing there. They told her that her boy-friend had been shot while trying to rob a warehouse, and in the few hours that followed, she learned that her lover was not only a thief, but one of New York's largest opium dealers as well. A large quantity of the drug had been found on his person and. several phone numbers which led the police to further arrests, though most of the people listed with Alex were "out of town" when they arrived. Jennifer was so shocked by the news that the police were convinced that she didn't know anything about it, which was the truth.
The strangest thing about the whole incident was, when she was going through her lover's things in the apartment, she had found a large quantity of the white powder hidden in a false wall he had made in their bedroom. Though she had never smoked it before, she did that night, hoping that she would be able to drown out the pain of her recent knowledge.
"Steve, you wouldn't believe it," she concluded. "It felt so good to forget what I had seen when they showed me his body in the morgue, I smoked a little before you called. I just knew I wouldn't be able to get to sleep if I didn't. Just thinking about the whole thing makes me want to throw up."
Young Steve listened silently, not fully understanding, but realizing that his sister was going through some hard times. He had heard about opium, and he knew that doctors used to use it at one time for just this very thing.
"Hey, come on," Jen said as she put on a cheery face. "Let's not think about that. We have things to do. Suppose we eat breakfast?" This sudden change in her manner brightened Steve a great deal, and he watched his sister's lovely body eagerly as she moved from the table to the stove, serving both of them the food that had been cooking. They talked while they ate, or rather, Steve talked this time, telling his sister about the things that had happened during the two years while she had been away.
He talked endlessly about the small farm, about his parents and about his school. Jen listened with half her mind, nodding occasionally to let Steve know she was paying attention.
But while she tried to focus on her brother, she found herself drifting more and more into the memory of her last night with Alex. She remembered him as she wanted to, a loving, kind, gentle provider ... someone she would want as a husband when she married. Both she and Alex had discussed marriage, and while neither of them were willing to commit themselves at this point, it was not something they were afraid of. That last night had been something special for both of them, though Jennifer would be damned if she knew what it was that had made it so. Alex told her that he "had to go out" and she told him that whatever it was that he had to attend to, it could wait.
She had had a busy day looking for a job of her own, and she wanted him to help wash away the soreness walking around the city had brought upon her.
Her brother's voice provided a focal point as she felt herself drifting into the memory of that night, so recent, yet seeming so long ago. Her thoughts came thick and fast, yet with a vivid clarity that only the mind can make. Each passing second in real time was like an hour in her mind, and slowly, the form of Alex and herself in their bedroom took precedence.
She had been laying on their bed, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short pants, caused by both her activities during the day and her mounting anticipation of what was to come very, very shortly. Despite his secretiveness, Jen loved the way Alex fucked her, and that made up for everything. He could send her into other worlds with his cock in her cunt, or mouth, or, sometimes in her ass. Even then, when he sodomized her, he never hurt her. Though she hadn't been a virgin when she met him (her hymen had been tom forever during a little playing that got out of hand behind the barn of their farm when she was only seventeen) he always made her feel as though each time was the first for her, and in doing so, made each time as thrilling as the last.
She opened her eyes when he told her he was going out for a while, and suddenly, all the fatigue she had brought upon herself seemed to wash away. She could feel her strength gathering for sex with the man she loved, and whom she knew loved her. He was looking down at her as she lay on the bed resting, her blouse and skirt forming with her ripe, always vibrant body to show clearly the twin mounds of her shimmering breasts and her narrow, nipped in waist.
There were no words between them for a while, as she looked at him looking at her. Then she closed her eyes and smiled to herself, as though she seemed to know why he just didn't take off and leave as he said he was going to. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, as though he seemed to realize that this might very well be his last time with her.
Without making any unnecessary movements, she criss-crossed her arms at the bottom hem of her blouse and pulled it from her body, revealing what Alex had come to know about her ... she had no need for a bra, despite the ample fullness of her luscious breasts. In a second, her fleshy globes were naked with the ripe ruby red nipples standing out like miniature peaks on the whitely shimmering mounds. She chuckled as she moistened her fingertips with saliva from her tongue and tweaked her nipples with them so that their erect tips shone wetly and throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them. Even with her eyes closed, she knew that he was staring at her nakedness, and she decided that she would give him a little more to keep him home a little while longer. With a fluid motion she had practiced so often with him and him alone, she unzipped the side zipper of her skirt and spread the hems apart, revealing to his gasping gaze the deliciousness of her panty-clad pussy, already seeping her vaginal fluids and staining the crotchband, which was pressing tightly in the slit of her yearning cunt. She opened her eyes and looked at him, noticing that he was smiling down at her. If there were any worries on his mind at the moment, she knew that they had vanished ... or were at least sent to a hidden comer of his mind to be dealt with later. His light brown eyes were sparkling with the excitement of his own anticipation, and she could see that his huge penis had become swollen and erect behind the cloth of his jeans. Then she gave a full-hearted laugh and bucked her voluptuous hips upward, throwing her bikini panties quickly over the fullness of her thighs and ankles, to drop them teasingly on the floor next to the bed.
"Why ... you're undressed!" Alex said in mock shock, biting on his lower lip and smiling as he moved closer to her, his eyes zeroing in on the golden tuft of her already glistening cuntal mound. His brown eyes moved quickly from her womanhood to other parts of her shamelessly exposed body, taking in her full, ripe loveliness and the sensuality she emitted in this sweetly innocent position.
Alex had never thought that she would be this eager to have him fuck her. Generally, they would wait until night time, each resting from their day's activities, but she was so silently demanding now that he never questioned her actions. She wanted him. He wanted her. What better reason could there possibly be? There were little dewdrops of wetness along the pink curl-lined lips of her young vagina and it was all he could do to keep from planting his lips on the moist, wet softness there up between her slightly spread thighs. Instead, he lowered himself to her and took her between his muscular arms, crushing her nakedness to him as he kissed her fully on the mouth and then moved down to tease her ear with his tongue. Tremors surged through Jennifer and she was instantly alive with erotic sensation.
"Hurry ... get out of those clothes," she hissed impatiently in his ear. She wanted him as soon as possible for some reason. She sure as hell wasn't going to try and figure out what it was, though. They'd been living together for nearly a year, and she had come to know his love making as the most powerful medicine for making her feel better after a long, hard day.
She almost laughed at the nearly comical sight of Alex scrambling to get out of his clothes at her request, every cell in her being screaming for him to move faster than was humanly possible. She didn't know what had caused it, but she had quickly become a seething, impatient vagina begging for a cock ... his cock! As he nearly ripped his shirt from his body, she could see the well-cut plates of muscle that formed his powerful chest. Whatever it was that he did to get their money, it certainly kept him in shape.
As he peeled his jeans off his body, he cursed at the difficulty he was having as he tried to get them over his lust-swollen cock. At last he succeeded and the beautiful passion-steeled length sprang out and up into full view of her face.
She gasped at the sight!
Jennifer could not take her eyes from the wonderful cock that had already given her so much pleasure, and she gazed in awe at it jutting out from his hairy loins, the huge head fanning out at the tip like a majestic cobra at the end of its striking length. She shuddered again as she lowered her eyes a bit more to the huge balls beneath. She was certain she would never get over the hugeness of Alex's testicles as they sagged down between his legs like loaded pendulums that ached with their fullness.
"God ... you're beautiful," she said breathlessly as she stared at his totally masculine nakedness.
"You too," he responded, falling into the little game that had developed between them. That was the one thing he loved about this woman he had found wandering about the college campus. He had told her over and over again that she was the first woman who had given herself, truly given herself, to him fully, without reservation, and in total trust. He stared at her a little while longer, noting that her eyes were still focused on his loins. They lingered there for a moment as she cupped her naked breasts with both hands, squeezing them, until he squatted down and fastened his teeth to the stiff nipple of her left breast. She groaned in mounting passion and undulated her body. Then his questing mouth roamed from breast to breast, sucking and milking at the white quivering softness of them and causing little blissful twitches of sensual erotic sensations that drifted like feathers to the golden vee of her pubic area below. She squirmed and pressed closer anxiously, hoping that he would not hesitate a second longer before he crawled up between her legs and fucked her half-crazy with he heaviness of his swollen cock.
"Please ... now ... put it in me now!" she pleaded as she felt herself becoming more and more lost in the swirling winds of her increasing arousal.
Alex seemed to enjoy teasing her this time, and he pretended that he was a little boy, fucking a woman for the first time.
"Why ... I don't know what you mean. Put what in where?"
"Uuuuuuuuuummmmmm ... your cock, love. Put your cock in my cunt. I want your penis in my hot little pussy now ... now . .!"
Her passion was washing her brain of reason and she was positive that she would die if her handsome brown-haired lover didn't fill her vagina to the brim with his stalwart penis this instant. "It's so beautiful and big ... and I want it. I want all of it!"
He moved over her and pushed her down flat on the mattress with all his strength. When she placed where he wanted her, he eased his hands under the smoothness of her voluptuously curved young buttocks and cupped them. They were satiny and as pleasing to hold as they always were. She was spread nakedly before him on their bed and he knew he would be able to please her this time, just as he had all the others. His mouth was watering as he began to think of her as a savory feast, spread out on the bed wide, her cunt throbbing and silently begging him to fuck her with all his might.
Jennifer suddenly hunched up to her elbows and thrust one hand far forward to grasp his penis. He moaned and forgot all about his errand as he felt the coolness of his younger lover's fingers close around the rigid span of his thickly swollen cock, using its length like a handle to pull him closer to her. His mind was fogged with a mounting animal lust and he placed his hands on the tops of her trembling thighs and leaned his head down within inches of her now moistly glistening hair surrounding her vaginal flanges. Her female perfume was mind-reeling, a heady odor that always reminded him of Mother Earth.
She bridged the full length of her body upwards, searching for him, then found his solid shoulders and managed to pull him down over her pearl-white nakedness as she opened her legs wide to let him fuck her now. She had to have him fucking her now, that instant, and grasped his long hard throbbing cock again with one hand as she parted her cuntal lips with the fingers of the other.
The manhood of Alex Dagon flared and he powered himself free of his young lover's grip and stood up straight with his jutting cock in one hand. He was as wild as she was with desire now, transformed from a gentle, if secretive man into a wild brute whose instincts were ignited by her raving need to have him. Then slowly, teasingly, he guided his cock forward up between her widely splayed thighs, fell to his knees, and used the thick rubbery head to part the soft curling pubic hair and the fleshy, palpitating lips of her cunt, pushing hard against her. She tossed her head to one side as she felt the pressure against the wetly waiting edges of her moist vagina. It was too much to take easily, and the passionately-aroused young woman winced when the first outward strain against the tight elastic ring of her pussy became more than she expected.
But Alex thrust heedlessly into her, stretching wide the soft, curl-rimmed opening until he was buried halfway up into her quivering belly and only three inches of his hardened shaft were visible outside her half-filled hole. He pushed harder then, sliding up into her like a greased telephone pole that wanted nothing else but to be rammed deep into the warm pink cunt flesh surrounding and engulfing it. She grunted then and her body jerked as his heavy, sperm-laden balls collided against the smooth, hairless crevice up between her firm, well-rounded buttocks.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh...." she moaned. She was getting more than she ever had before, and her face was contorted in her combined passion and pain. She couldn't understand why his penis was so large this time, but it made her feel all the more filled, and that was what she wanted.
"Oooooohhhhh...." the impassioned young woman moaned again as Alex started an unrelenting fucking motion up into her cunt. She knew, even in her lust-tormented state of mind, that the strange pain she was experiencing would lessen, and a wild sensation of sheer ecstasy would replace it.
And she was right, for her eager lover's strokings up against her thighs began to renew the raging fire which had fluttered out for the briefest of moments. She began to meet his thrusts again, undulating her nakedly voluptuous torso hotly around the mattress to goad him on. The sinews of her muscles flexed lightly under her flesh, and the cords of her belly tensed rhythmically as she received each thrilling lunge deep up inside her flame-filled belly.
"Aaaahhhhh ... yes ... yes ... that's it ... that's it. Fuck me like that ... like that," Jen groaned out as Alex fucked into her faster and faster, prodded to fresh bursts of passionately abandoned enthusiasm by the words she used. He pushed his hands down slowly beneath her again to cup and nakedly grinding asscheeks in his palms and pulled her open loins tighter against him. He fucked in and out of her as if he were lost in a mindless state of unearthly passion, insinuating the rigidity of his whole lengthy cock back and forth in her wide spread cunt, delighting as he felt it growing wetter and wetter with each stroke he made up into her. Her ass began a more desperate motion, rotating around in tiny short circles and then fucking back up at him at the same time, until without warning she snaked her legs and locked them high up around his hips. Her bare heels were pressed tightly into the firm trim cheeks of his buttocks, pulling him more deeply into the naked, wide-spread canyon between her split thighs. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her hands moved downward and finally cupped Alex's heavily driving buttocks. Locking there, she twisted and fucked back like a woman possessed, her firm rounded buttocks suspended a few inches up off the matted coverings of the mattress beneath her.
Alex loved her like this, writhing and squirming, letting him know that he was the only man in her life, knowing that his maleness conquered her and that he had her in the best possible position. Living like this with her was sheer heaven. He had told her that many times. They each had the best of both possible worlds ... all the sex that could come with marriage, but none of the problems.
He looked down at her and grinned, "Like this, do you?" he asked, gritting his passion-clenched teeth as he gave the stunning blonde a hard, cunt-splitting thrust up between her nakedly pulled back thighs.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... aaaahhhh...." Jennifer wailed, unable to answer or even make her mind work.
Still grinning, he gazed down between her legs and was so excited by the incredible sight that he ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him with more force and desire as she moaned continuously. It was a sound somewhere between agony and bliss ... a sound she always made when she was being fucked by the man she loved. He watched his cock pull her internal pussy flesh all the way out to her flaming wet cuntal lips on the outstroke and then push it back in as he fucked smoothly into her on the instroke. Her mouth gaped each time the huge head of his cock banged into her cervix, jarring her. Her cunt was filled to the brim with him, the dainty moist flesh of her wide-stretched cuntal slit yielding and closing as though she had been using her mouth on him, sucking him off.
"Oooooohhhhh ... lover ... lover ... fuck me more ... more ... fuck me ... fuck me ... it's soooooo ... soooooo gooooooooddd!!!" she whined as she clawed her long fingernails into the cheeks of his tensely driving buttocks, leaving thin white scratch marks on them.
She could feel his cock expanding inside of her, as though he were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure she knew to be building up in his balls as they smacked bluntly down against her anus below. She was still rolling her head on the mattress in wild ecstasy, her shoulder-length blonde hair loose and whipping from side to side. His iron hard, stiff cock fucked inexhaustibly into the depth of her belly. The veins along the thick shaft were pulsing with the hot blood that engorged them until Jen could feel them standing out and pressing against the seething walls of her vagina. God!!! This was too good to be true!!! It was always good ... but never this good!!!! She didn't know what would make this time so different than all the others, but she sure as hell wasn't going to waste any energy thinking about it. She was going to enjoy every fucking moment.
' 'Now ... lover ... now ... work your fingers up my ass ... pleassssse!" she implored shamelessly. Alex had done this only several times before. Usually, she didn't like it all that much. She must be really hot for her to want that.
Without thinking, he slipped one hand free and reached down below his throbbing penis to where his testicles were hanging between the young blonde woman's creamy smooth ass. They hung like wine sacs above the mattress. Pushing aside his own balls, he placed his powerful hand on the wetness of her anal crevice and stretched the full white moons of her buttocks wide. He probed with the tip of his finger and suddenly found her tiny, slightly throbbing rectal mouth. A moist trickle of male semen and pussy secretions was running down the widely stretched cleft and wetting the tight, puckered little hole, lubricating it, and he searched experimentally for a moment with his fingertip. Then he shoved hard, feeling it give until his finger slithered up to the first knuckle joint. Jennifer cried out and made a reflexive movement up into his loins, sending both impaling shafts deeper into her passion-screaming body.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she moaned out as a brief flash of pain engulfed her. Her glazed eyes popped open like the shutters of a camera, and Alex hesitated, not wanting to cause her any pain.
"No ... no ... keep it up. Fuck up into my ass and my cunt at the same time," she pleaded.
Her lover sighed in his lust and began to do as she implored. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her twin passages the bottom side of his cock, and he began to slide in and out of her again. He was able to keep the same rhythm for both finger and penis, and he chuckled as he heard her give a grateful moan.
His own loins were aching beyond all human endurance with the burning need to empty his sperm into the naked, writhing woman beneath him. Jennifer was totally out of her mind with passion, pitching beneath him in a maniacal frenzy as he fucked hotly up into her cunt and rammed up into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum with his finger. Great torrents of heat were building up in his balls, and he sensed that she too was close to orgasm.
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh ... I'm cumming. I'm cumming ... ohhh ... aaahhh...." she cried out, filling the otherwise silent room with the wild crooning sounds of her orgasmic agony. Her cum fluids flowed out wetly around his heavily pumping cock, spilling down into the soft, quivering cleft between her buttocks and onto his balls. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she continued to grunt out her climax, her vaginal juices still seeping out of her onto the full trembling globes of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.
Suddenly she felt him reach the top, the long awaited pinnacle of his male need, and began to squirt his hot, thickly white cum into the uttermost depths of her hungrily clasping cunt. Her mind flashed on and off in unthinking sensuality as the strong scorching spurts surged hotly up against her womb, filling her to overflowing. She clenched her vaginal muscles and milked thirstily at the wildly spewing penis until he could do nothing but lie there limply, breathing hard in a desperate effort to fill his lungs with air. His excess sperm poured out of her in a river-like flow and formed a small pool down between her thighs.
For a long, long time, both their bodies quivered and throbbed hotly together as they jerked out the last of their orgasms.
At last he pulled out of her and his deflating penis made a soft hissing sound like a cork popping from a wine bottle as her still hungry little pussy lips reluctantly released it. Jen whimpered and ran her hands through her hair, her legs trembling, her wet, cum-flooded stomach quaking as the last throes of her orgasm weakened and left her drained of strength.
After a long silence, except for their dwindling gaspings of breath Jen found the strength to pull herself up to a sitting position. Sitting there with her sperm-moistened legs crossed in front of her, she raised her eyes and saw that Alex was sitting naked as well.
Then he bounced up off the mattress and reached for his clothes.
"Listen ... I have to go. I can't tell you when I'll be back, but will you promise you'll wait up for me?"
"I'm shocked that you even have to ask that," she said, lowering her eyelids and wishing that he would stay with her. After that fucking session, she was ready for a lot more, and if this had been in the night, he would have been able to give her all she wanted right then and there.
But she understood that he had to leave. Even though he had never told her where it was he went, or what he did when he was there, she understood that it was what brought their money into the house. When they had started living together, he had made her promise that she would never ask him where he went off to. She had lived up to that promise thus far, and she wasn't going to break it now.
She fought back a slight tear as she watched him dress. Just before he walked out of the door, he winked at her and blew her a kiss. She smiled and blew one back. Then he closed the door.
That was the last time she ever saw him, except later that evening in the morgue, and she was certain that she would always remember the last fucking he had given her as the best.
"So ... what do you think about that?" Steve's voice said, its young sound filtering through the caverns of her thoughts and bringing her around to her senses.
"I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head as though she had just woken up from a dream. She couldn't tell just how long she had not been paying attention. Not very long, she decided, if Steve hadn't mentioned anything about it. It really had been like a dream ... several hours of thought all compressed into a matter of seconds of real time. Her breakfast wasn't even cold.
'Something like the dreams I've been having on the opium,' she thought to herself.
"Well, I mentioned that you could take me to the Staten Island ferry today. That's what I want to see first. I want to see what everyone's been talking about, and I've never seen pictures of it."
She brought her eyes to the smiling nine year old boy sitting across the table from her. Her dream, though but a memory now, had made her slightly aroused. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, and she made a silent prayer for the miraculous return of Alex and his thick penis. That would never happen, she reminded herself. He's gone forever, and she wondered if there would ever be a person that could replace him. She wished that Steve were a little older ... and not her brother. Even though he was only nine, she could see that he was going to become quite a little fucker. Little? Hell ... she was certain, just from looking at him, that he was going to be big ... a big fucker with a huge cock ... a cock that she would never be able to have in her ass, her mouth ... or where it was most important, in her tight, needful pussy.
"That sounds fine with me," she acknowledged. She had planned to spend the entire day in her apartment, brooding over the loss of the man who was as close to a husband as she would ever come, but she began to think that it might do her some good to get out. When Steve had called her from the airport, she had wished that it was all part of the nightmarish life she had been living for the past two days. But now....
Now she was glad that her brother was here. He would provide her with a reason for getting out and living once again.
"Well ... when can we go, Sis?" he asked, impatient to get started. Like all little boys from the Mid-west, he had heard so many conflicting things about life in the big city that he was certain he would never get his fill.
"Suppose you let me get dressed," she said. "And you might try putting on some shoes. Then you can finish your breakfast, and we'll leave."
"Oh boy!" Steve exclaimed, wolfing down his food as fast as he could. Jen chuckled. The numbness she had felt at seeing Alex's bullet-ridden body was being replaced with a nice warmth, and she began to actually look forward to being a tourist in her own city. There were so many things she had promised herself ' that she would see ... when she found the time. Well ... she had lots of time on her hands now.
She watched Steve eating with a sense of compassion in her eyes. She couldn't really feel like a mother to him, despite the wide differences in their ages. They had done too many things together for that feeling. And she had been away from him for so long that she didn't really feel like a sister to him, either. She felt ... she felt like a friend, and he was acting as though he had the same feeling for her. That would be nice. If there was anything she needed at the moment, it was a friend.
As Steve pushed himself away from the table and hurried to his room, there was a knock on the apartment door. Jen stared at it for a moment, wondering who the hell would be calling on her. Very few of Alex's friends ever came to the apartment.
She decided that it had to be the police. After what they had found on his body, she was certain that she would never hear the end of their investigation.
Drawing the waist belt of her robe tighter, she walked to the door and opened it without hesitation.
Her mouth fell to the floor as she saw that it wasn't the police at all!
CHAPTER TWO
"Welllllll ... hello, lovely lady," the man at the door said as he took a step back to admire Jennifer's scantly clad body. For a moment, the lovely blonde woman was a little too shocked to do or say anything as the raven-haired, chunky young man stared with obvious intent gleaming in his sparkling eyes at the top half of her robe. As she regained some sense of her composure, she noticed that the side hems had nearly come undone as she had walked from the table to the door, giving the leering man at the door a delightful view of her swelling mounds, one cherry-sized nipple peeking out at him. Taking a deep breath to hide her embarrassment, the young blonde woman quickly brought her hands up and covered her exposed breast, pulling the cloth over it and closing the door slightly.
"Who are you?" she asked, hoping that the demanding sound of her voice would hide the fear she was feeling. There was something sinister and evil about this man standing at her door, leering at her as though he had some sort of claim on her, and was here to collect it.
"Now, there's no need for a lovely lady like you to be getting all excited," he man said, placing his foot in the door so Jen could not shut it. "I'm an old friend of Alex's, and I decided that I would come to pay a call."
"Alex is dead," she told him, hoping that he would just nod or something, and then leave.
"Yeah ... I heard about that," the man said. "Shame, the way he was blown away by the cops like that. A real shame. The fact of the matter is, little woman, I didn't come to see him. I came to see you."
"Well, I'm not seeing anyone at ... "
"Now ... don't get yourself all worked up before you hear me out woman," the man said, the cold sound of his voice sending chills up and down Jen's spine. "Suppose you let me in, and we'll talk some. I think you might like what I have to say."
"I doubt it," Jen said, keeping her voice as calm and even as she could, even though she opened the door and let the man in.
"Now ... that's better," he said, never once taking his eyes off her vibrant form. Even though she had closed the robe over her breasts, he could still see her lovely legs, naked from the middle of their thighs to her trim ankles, the terry-cloth robe gripping her full figured body tightly, revealing every luscious curve she had. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said after a somewhat too long look at Jen's pretty legs. "I'm Pete Whembren. Alex and I ... used to work together. He talked a lot about the little woman he had in this place, though might I tell you his words didn't do you a fucking bit of justice."
"I'm pleased to meet you," she said, not really all that sure if she was pleased. She didn't like the way he was looking at her, his eyes running over her as though she were little more than a piece of meat for his inspection.
"I thought you might be," he said. "And it's really good that you are pleased. You see, when I heard about poor Alex, I thought I had better high-tail it . out of my place. I'll be needing a place to stay ... just for a few days or so, and I think I could like staying here."
The forwardness of this man was something Jennifer could not believe. The very idea, just coming in here like this and all but demanding that she put him up. As if she owed him something!
"Well, I'm afraid that isn't possible," she told him, feeling very confident of herself at the moment. "I'm already having someone staying with me."
"Is that a fact?" Pete said, raising his eyebrows in slight surprise. "Jesus, lovely woman, it sure as hell didn't take you long to find a replacement, now did it?"
"Hey, Sis ... who was that at the ..?" Steve asked as he came out of the room Jennifer had given him. When Pete saw that the person staying with her was a little boy, he nearly doubled over laughing.
"Say, lovely lady ... you sure as hell can pick them," he said. "I'd say all that opium you been smoking has made you a little fuzzy around the edges."
"Sis?" Steve asked, wondering what was happening. He, like his sister, could sense something evil about this man, and in Steve's younger, more imaginative mind, that evilness was made to see all the more sinister.
"Steve, this man says he's a friend of Alex," Jen said, "And he just came here to tell me how sorry he is that Alex died. Well, he'd done that, and now he has to leave."
As she said this, she looked at Pete, hoping that he would take her hint. She really didn't want to have anything to do with him, and she wanted him to know that.
"Ohhhhh ... on the contrary, lovely lady," Pete said. "I was not about to leave. You see, the police, they think that Alex had a large stash of opium hidden somewhere. As it happens, I know where that stash is, and I'll bet you do too. You wouldn't want me to tell them about the secret wall Alex put in this place, now would you."
"I didn't know anything about that wall," Jen said, coming to her own defense as though she were really guilty.
"Oooohhh, I believe you," Pete said, smiling. "But the police ... I think they're a little more suspicious than I am. If they happened to find that wall, I'll bet they would wonder what happened to the stash that was there. By the way ... what did happen to it?"
Jen opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but she knew that there was nothing she could say. It seemed as though Alex had trusted this "friend" more than he had trusted her, and she was a little angry at that.
"Steve," she said, looking at her younger brother. "Suppose you take a trip on the ferry alone. It's very easy to get to, and this way, you can take the sub-way."
"Now you're talking, lovely lady," Pete said. "You and I ... we got a little deal to work out ... don't we?"
Taking the ferry alone was all right with Steve, though he didn't care for the idea of leaving his sister all alone with this man. Jen gave Steve careful directions on which subways to take, how much they would cost, and how he could get the best seats on the ferry. Then she gave him two five dollar bills, in case he should see something he wanted to buy.
"Don't get lost," she smiled after him as he ran down the stairs of her apartment house.
When she was alone with Pete, she placed her hands on her hips and glowered at him, her strength and anger blazing from her livid with rage face.
"Now, suppose you tell me where the fuck you get off trying to blackmail me," she said in an icy voice.
"Ahhhh ... that's what I like ... women with lots of spunk," Pete said, not taking her seriously at all. "And who said anything about blackmail? I'm not going to blackmail you. Fink on the woman of my best friend ... my late best friend. No. What I'm going to help you do is get rid of a little bad evidence. That nice white powder that made Alex a lot richer than you'll ever know."
Reaching for a cigarette, she started to lit it, when Pete took it from her mouth and placed it in his own. She snatched it from his lips and she-defied him with her eyes to try something like that again. He seemed to take the hint.
"Yeah ... it's like this, woman. I need a place to stay for a couple of days. That's all. A couple of days. You've got some shit that you really can't get rid of all by yourself. I really hope you weren't thinking of smoking all of it. Something like that would knock you away. While I'm here, I'll make some new connections, look up some old ones, dispose of the stuff, slip you a few bills for your trouble, and be off like the fog."
She regarded him carefully. Even though there was something about him she didn't like, what he had in mind didn't sound all that bad. She could use the money, and if he just gave her something like a hundred dollars, that would be fine. She didn't know how much he could get for the quantity of opium left in her apartment, but even if he sold it and didn't give her anything, she wouldn't be any worse off than she was at the moment. In fact, if the police did come, she wouldn't have any incriminating evidence. She had thought for a moment that she would just flush the powder down the toilet, but it did make things a little easier, and she wasn't totally foolish.
"How long is a couple of days?" she asked.
"Oh ... it's a couple of days long. A week, at the most. The heat's watching my place, and they're not watching here. I don't know why. Maybe someone gave them a bum steer. Maybe the innocent act you pulled on them really convinced them. Maybe they're just stupid, but whatever, this is a safe place."
"The couch is over there," she said, jerking her thumb over her shoulder behind her.
"Hey ... you mean I don't get the same privileges as Alex," Pete said in a mock whining voice. "He used to tell me about how you and him...."
"That was me and him! Not you! You get that straight," she snapped at him. She was going to make sure he knew what the score was right away. He may be staying with her, but that was all he was going to do.
"Hey ... hey ... don't get up tight," Pete said, seeing that he would have to change his tactics a little. "Look, the heat's been going through my place with a fine tooth comb, I have to crash at another man's apartment ... a man who was blown away, and a good friend of mine. How do you think I feel about all of that? Women cry, some men punch things. Me? I sort of fly off the deep end. I haven't had any sleep in the last two days."
It seemed to work. If there was anything Alex had told him about Jennifer, it was that she was compassionate. Pete found that it was fairly easy to control his voice so that he sounded as though he was giving her a sob story without whining. It was a series of "explanations" which served as some sort of apology, without actually being one. Had Jennifer been less upset and more in control of herself, she would have recognized it for what it was. As it turned out, though, she began to see Pete in a different light ... someone who had had just as rough a time recently as she had.
"All right," she said after they stared at each other for a moment. "I'll let you stay. But just for the week. I've had my share of shit coming down, and I don't want any more."
"I hear you, lovely lady. I don't want to bring down the roof on the woman of an old friend. Things have been bad long enough."
"And another thing ... watch what you do. That kid ... he's my brother, and I don't want him to get into trouble."
"No way, lovely lady," Pete conceded. "I wouldn't want the little fucker to get into trouble. I'll be so quiet you won't even notice I'm around."
This rapid change from his boisterous self to someone who seemed to want to make no trouble convinced Jennifer that he was telling her the truth. Even though he was using the stash of opium she had found as a leverage, it didn't seem to her as though he was going to make any waves. Pete sauntered to the couch and plopped his body down. Part of what he had told her was true ... he was very tired, and even though Jen's lovely body was more easily seen from his reclining position ... even though, as she moved, he was able to see up the hem of her robe all the way to the golden tuft of her pussy hair, he drifted off to sleep almost instantly. Plenty of time for her later, he thought as he felt his eyelids dropping. Plenty of time.
* * *
Jennifer was in a strangely euphoric daze. She had never smoked opium when Alex lived with her, restricting her drugs to mostly alcohol and an occasional joint. When she first smoked it, she found that she liked the feeling, even though she would sometimes catch herself doing silly things. After Pete had drifted to sleep, she busied herself by cleaning up the apartment and changing out of the robe into her favorite pair of faded jeans and a tattered old work shirt. Since the apartment was always reasonably neat to begin with, none of this took very much time, and as Pete snoozed on the couch, she stared at him, wondering what kind of a man she had been living with for the past year or so. Bit by bit she was finding things out about him ... things she wasn't all that sure she liked. When he was with her, he was a warm, loving, gentle man, but she was being shown another side of him ... a side that was somehow evil and sinister. Why hadn't he told her what he did for a living? Sure, she would have tried to get him interested in something more decent. The money wasn't all that important. God knows she had never lived in grand style. As long as she had Alex, she was sure she would have made it somehow. Love may not pay the bills, but it sure beats a lot of loneliness and pain. And that was what she had at the moment. She was surprisingly numb to the loss of her lover. She did not feel any remorse, any desires to try and relive that part of her life over again. She had lived it to the fullest when she could, and even if she had it to do all over again, she wouldn't press him to tell her what he did to get them their money. Not knowing added something adventurous to their relationship, and she liked that feeling.
No, there was no remorse ... only an emptiness, a feeling that something should be there, but wasn't. She knew that she would have to start her whole life over again from the ground, building it little by little. Alex had been her whole world. She knew none of his friends, other than Pete, and he was someone who would be gone in a couple of days. From the little bit she had seen of him she was certain that she would never want to try and develop a long lasting relationship with him.
She looked at the sleeping man who had entered her life in the strange manner, sighed, and remembered the stash of opium she had found. She wished her brother was here with her, someone just to talk to and be with. But he wasn't there, and he wouldn't be for quite some time.
She was alone in her apartment, as alone as she had ever been. The stillness and deathly quiet that pervaded all four rooms seemed to overwhelm her, and she found that she needed something to blot out the memories that were once again assailing her mind ... memories that made the pain of her loneliness all the more worse.
Again she sighed and went to where she had hidden the delicious white powder. There was certainly no point in feeling like this, she rationalized to herself. She might as well do what she could to make herself feel a little better. Seeing the man who said he was a friend of Alex only served to make it more vivid in her mind that Alex would never make her happy again ... she would never have his penis in her vagina to make everything seem so wonderful.
She lost count of the number of times she inhaled the thick smoke that poured from her pipe as she smoked the opium. All she knew was that a state of good feeling was washing over her. Things seemed as though they were in a dream, like being high on pot, only a lot more intense, she thought to herself. Yes ... this was the right thing to do ... drown her sorrows with the little bit of Alex that had been left her. She knew that if she were a different person, she would probably drink herself to death. Several people she had come into contact with in the city had taken that route. It was all the same, she thought as she allowed her eyes to wander over the few artifacts she and Alex had managed to pile up in their apartment. It was all the same. When the pain and loneliness finally get to a person, the only thing that could be done was try and wash them away.
She had to forget. She had to blot out so many things from her mind. It would have been a whole lot better if she and Alex had argued, and one of them had simply walked out the door. She had always thought that if their relationship had to end, it would end like that.
All the pent up emotion and strong feelings would have flowed forth in a violent argument, and that would have been that. Sure, she knew she would have cried a little ... maybe even a lot, but she would have been able to go on living. The way things had actually turned out made her very aware of the fact that people die, that there is an end to happiness that no one, no matter how prepared, can overcome.
The worst thing about this death was that it had come so suddenly. One moment, Alex was naked, on top of her, his massive penis sawing into her quivering little belly and bringing her more pleasure than she would have thought possible. The next moment, he was stretched out on a cold slab, no sign of pain in his face, no emotion showing in his features. She would have thought he was merely sleeping, had she not been told the actual truth.
NO! She had to forget. She had to begin her life all over again. She really had no choice, unless she wanted to join Alex in death. That would certainly serve no purpose. Alex would want her to go on living. At least, the Alex she knew would want her to go on. The other Alex, the secretive one, the one that called Pete his friend, that Alex was a total stranger, and she didn't know him. In not knowing him, she didn't miss him.
Time seemed to stand still for her in her drug-altered state, like it did when she and Alex would smoke pot, only more so. She wandered from her bedroom into the living room, where Pete was sleeping on the couch. She looked at him for a long while, her eyes watering slightly as she wondered what Alex had been like to this man who had suddenly appeared in her life. She couldn't imagine. Pete knew a total stranger, as far as Jen was concerned, and the lovely, saddened blonde woman didn't want to know that stranger.
As she stared at this new-comer to her world, he stirred, and then opened his eyes slowly, waking up from his nap. For a moment, they looked at each other, and then Pete spoke.
"Well, hello there, pretty one," he said, his voice strangely mild and somewhat soothing, compared to the way he had been when he First came to her.
"Have a nice nap?" she asked, trying to make her voice cold and devoid of feeling, but failing. She wasn't sure if it was the drug, or her feeling of loneliness, but she felt as though she wanted to be with someone, and Pete was the only person around.
"Yeah ... yeah, I slept okay," he said, pulling himself up to a sitting position. "I'll tell you, I sure as hell feel a lot better now that I've rested some."
She smiled at him, and then turned slowly and busied herself with some minor straightening up she had left undone.
Pete watched her, delighting in the way she wore her tight-fitting clothes like a second skin. He could see every curve of her luscious body, every little ripple her muscles made as she moved about her living room. With her back to him like it was, he could see the crack between her full, well-rounded buttocks where the cloth of her jeans followed it. As she bent over and turned her body slightly, he could observe the ripeness of her apple-shaped breasts, hanging down and threatening to spill in flowing beauty from her work-shirt. He felt his cock spasm as he watched her. Damn, but she was one fine piece. Alex hadn't been bullshitting him when he told him he'd found the best piece in the whole city. Pete had had his share of women, fucking here and there as he could, and he tried to tell Alex that they were pretty much the same, when you got right down to it.
Christ, but he had been wrong on that count. This Jen-cunt was really something else. She looked sweet and innocent with her shoulder-length blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She looked as though she was trying to be something of a tease with her clothing too ... a regular farmer's daughter that promised everything and never delivered. Hell ... she was a farmer's daughter. Alex had told him that she used to live on a small farm in Kansas before she came to New York, and if Pete knew Alex at all, there was nothing innocent about this bitch. Oooohhh, she probably didn't go down for anyone who came along, but when she slipped her tight-looking pussy around a cock, Pete would lay ten to one odds that she could take that cock for a ride no man would ever forget.
And he wanted that ride. Shit, he'd been thinking all the way over here that he would replace Alex, at least for a little while. He'd thought she would be overcome with her grief that she would fall into his arms, and he would show her what an incredible lover he could be. He'd been right on the first count. She really was pretty upset, though she tried to hide it. She didn't exactly kill herself trying to get to him, though. Christ! Getting into this one was going to take a little work. Not much, but some, and she sure looked as though she was going to be worth every ounce of effort he put into it.
Well, he thought as he stood up and stretched, nothing ventured, nothing gained. There's no time like the present, and all that shit.
Walking over to her so that he stood close to her without touching her, he made an effort to be cordial.
"Is there something I can do to help?" he asked, deciding that he would send out a couple of feelers ... just to test the water, so to speak.
"Oooohhh ... nothing, really," she said, noting that his whole mannerism seemed to have changed now that he was rested. "I just want to keep busy. I have to take my mind off ... well, you know."
"Yeah ... that was a pretty messy business, all right," Pete said in a sympathetic voice. "A lot of people are going to miss Alex." 'Especially about two hundred college students I can think of who were depending on him as a contact. If I can get hold of the stash he left behind, I'll really clean up there."
"What was he like?" Jen asked as she turned around and swiped Pete's naked arm with the swell of her cloth-covered breasts. Pete wasn't sure, but it seemed to him that her nipples were already hard and aroused. Interesting! Very interesting!
"Why ask me?" he said, backing up slightly so that it did not look as though he was threatening her. That little move hadn't worked before, and there was no reason to think that it would now.
"Well...." she said, finding that her smoking made it a little hard to collect her thoughts. You knew him a little differently than I did. He was pretty secretive about what he did, and with whom."
"Hummmmmmmmm ... well, I really can't say. I mean, I liked him. A lot of people liked him, and not just because he sold opium. He was fair with everyone, reasonably honest. At least as honest as a person in the business can be. He never ripped anyone off, and he never burned anyone. People always knew what they were getting from him. He turned a pretty good profit, though I'm sure you know about that. It doesn't look as though you lacked anything, though I would hardly say you live in the style you could be, if Alex were like some of the other dealers."
"Why wouldn't he tell me what he did for a living?" she asked, feeling herself getting closer to this total stranger. In a way, he was like Alex ... two people rolled into one. And she sure as hell liked this Pete a whole lot better than the one she had met a couple of hours ago.
"I don't think he wanted you to worry about him," Pete told her. He could sense that she was coming around to him, and he decided that he would play this sloppy sentimental game for all it was worth, if it would get him between her luscious legs. Hell, Alex was really no different than a dozen other dealers out on the streets, but if he could make her believe that he was, it might go to his advantage.
"But I did worry about him, Pete," she said, her classically formed face looking as though she was going to break out into tears. "I worried about him every time he went out and wouldn't tell me what he was doing."
"What would you have done if you knew?" Pete asked her, feeling his penis expanding as he lowered his eyes to the deep-clefted valley between her wide-spaced breasts. Jesus, but he wanted to reach out and cup them between his fingers. He knew, just from looking at .them, that her flesh would be firm and warm, that her breasts would respond to the gentle kneading of his fingers, that her nipples would burn like points of fire against his palms as he squeezed the supple mounds. "I mean, would you have told him not to go ... that you wanted him to get into something different?"
"I don't know," she said, wondering herself what she would have done. "Maybe I would have just told him to be careful. Maybe I would have gone with him sometimes."
"Sorry, love," Pete said calmly, "but you know he would never have allowed something like that. He wanted you to do what you wanted to do, and he demanded the same thing from you."
"I guess you're right. I know you're right. Ooooohhhh ... Pete," she said, falling forward and using him for support. "Pete, sometimes it's just so hard. Sometimes I feel as though my whole world has fallen apart."
The wave of emotion that washed over her blinded her to what was happening. All she wanted was to hold onto someone ... just to know that she was not alone in the world. She brought her arms up and circled Pete's waist and pressed the side of her face on his shoulder. She felt a much needed sense of security as she felt his response, holding her in a friendly manner, drawing her near-trembling body tight against his powerful frame. Her eyes were shut tight, but she could nevertheless not hold back the tear which formed in each comer and trickled down her high cheek bones. She felt Pete's hands running up and down her back, soothing her, massaging her, making her feel something like her father used to make her feel when she was frightened and lonely. His nice hands moved slowly up and down her back pressing here and there, as though he knew those places which needed that warmth only another human being can give in such circumstances.
But if Jennifer was getting comfort from what he was doing, Pete was getting something else. He could tell that she was at her most vulnerable point right now. He loved having her feel dependent on him like this. Shit, he was only going to be here for a couple of days. He didn't tell her that the police would probably find out that he was a friend of Alex, and they would trace him to this place soon enough. His contacts had told him that, and they had never given him any bullshit before. He could play the fatherly role for as long as necessary. And from father, he would become friend ... a very loving friend.
His eyes were opened, and he looked down the gentle curve of her back to the ripe swelling of her ass. He watched his hands moving along her back, and he decided that it was time to make his move. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hands lightly along her spine, inching closer and closer to her buttocks. He could feel her sobbing in her unhappiness, oblivious to what he was doing to her at the moment. That will change, he thought quickly. She's not gonna have any doubt about what I have in mind for her.
With his fingers just below the belt line of her jeans, he pulled her just a little tighter against him, thrusting his hips so their cloth-covered loins met, and she could feel the heated hardness of his erect cock.
Jennifer opened her eyes in shock as she felt the iron-stiff ness of his manhood pressing against the zipper of her jeans. For a moment, she thought he was going to rape her. He was holding her so tightly that she wouldn't be able to get away if she wanted to.
But she didn't want to. That was the crazy thing about what was happening to her. Even though she hardly knew this stranger, and even though she hadn't liked him very much when he literally blackmailed himself into her apartment, she could feel an urgent, demanding need to have something to replace the emptiness in her life without Alex.
It must be the opium, she thought, her mind whirling strangely, her thoughts confused and scattered. It had to be all the opium I smoked. I have to watch myself with him. I could fall under some sort of spell, now that Alex is gone.
Even though she tried to reason away the very thoughts in her mind, she found her efforts futile. Pete's hands felt so nice and soothing as she kneaded the flesh of her back through the thin cloth of her shirt. She could feel the muscles down near her ass responding to his gentle massaging, her hips beginning to move imperceptibly against the powerful fingers bringing her pleasure at the very moment when she needed it the most.
And his cock! God ... she could feel its heat searing through both their pants, and she shivered as he moved ever so slightly, taking his swollen penis away from her body for a fraction of an instant, and replacing it less than an inch away, allowing her to savor the contrast of her own flesh and that of his rock-hard penis.
For a moment, a very brief instant of sanity, she shivered with faint repulsion as she felt his hands open up and his fingers fan out along her lower back, pressing into the small of her back and revolving slightly there. And then that instant passed, and she was left with the soothing massage he was giving her back ... a massage that washed away some of the torment in her mind caused by the sudden death of her lover. It felt so gooooood ... so soooooothing. And he was being so gentle ... just like Alex would be when she would come to him, unhappy for some reason, or lonely.
Her drug-controlled mind raced with conflicting thoughts. She could tell what this stranger wanted from her. His hug was something less than friendly, becoming more and more passionate with each second. He stiffened his body up against her ever so slightly, pressing his chest against the swelling mounds of her breasts, flattening them against her chest through her thin shirt. She could feel her nipples straining outward against the cloth, their hardened chips sensitive and sending ripples of unwanted delight through her entire body as his form rubbed against hers with his breathing. Everything was happening slowly, and was therefore all the more total for it.
She felt his fingers slip lower along her back, until the tips of them were moving underneath the elastic waistband of her skimpy nylon panties, barely touching at the top of the crack that separated the twin orbs of her ass.
Were she a virgin, she would have been able to stop him at that point. But the fact of the matter was, she knew what pleasures sex could bring, and if there was anything she needed at this point in her life, it was pleasure ... something that would wash away the pain of her recent loss.
She cooed softly against Pete's shoulder, her tears still coming, but this time because she felt she had some weakness within her. She needed something to blot out the last three days of her life, and the opium wasn't working. It only made the pain easier to live with, but it did nothing to remove it. It was still there when she came down from her high, and she had to deal with it.
But if she allowed this man to fuck her, if she allowed him to vent the lust she could feel mounting in her form, perhaps she would have a fresh outlook on her life. Perhaps then she would be able to continue. Pete was but a ship passing in the night ... someone who would cauterize the wound of her life with the blasting heat of his sperm flowing like a river through her.
She pulled her face away from his shoulder and looked into his coal-black eyes. They were sparkling with his obvious intent, and she realized that it was not too late. She could pull away from him and hope that he would understand. Even if he didn't, it wouldn't make any difference. No matter what he thought, she really owed him nothing.
But she didn't pull away. Her need for human companionship was too great, and she closed her eyes lightly and pouted her lips in a kiss, lowering her head toward him and pressing her mouth tightly against his.
Pete knew it would work. There wasn't the woman made who could control herself once the fires of passion were kindled in her ... especially if she knew what fucking was all about. Pleasure is something that, once realized, can no longer be avoided, and of all the highs and drugs he knew and had tried in his twenty six years, sex was the most powerful ... the ultimate. Once the ball was rolling, it was downhill all the way. Easy. Getting the ball rolling was the trick, but it was a trick Pete had mastered over years of trial and error, making mistakes and learning from them.
Now he was ready to collect his pay-off. As her mouth pressed against his, he opened his lips and shot his tongue out to meet her. She responded, as he knew she would, by opening her own mouth and allowing the heated thickness of his tongue to dart inside. The time for talking was over. There were no words needed now. Their tongues performed other tasks, dancing and parrying with one another, first in her mouth, and then in his, entwining tightly and moving in and out of their oral cavities in blinding speed, as though they each had a cock there, and were fucking one another already. He pulled her as tightly to his frame as he could, thrusting his impassioned loins up against the jean-covered mound of her pussy hair, letting her feel the swollen size of his penis, and delighting silently as he felt her shiver.
Jennifer was without thought, without reason now. Her mind was numb. But her body was vibrant and alive, and becoming more so with each passing heartbeat. Excitement began to fill her whole being ... an excitement she thought she would never again feel. When she and Alex would fuck until all hours of the night, it was because they loved each other. This would be different. This time, she did not want love and the feelings that go along with it. This time she wanted nothing less than raw and unbridled passion. She wanted something that would wash her clean once and for all, something that would consume her very soul, allowing it to rise like a phoenix from its own lust-fired ashes.
Again she pulled her face away from him and smiled invitingly at him. Dropping her hands from his lean, hard body, she fumbled with the buttons of her shirt and opened it quickly, sloping her rounded shoulders and allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Pete gasped as her creamy, apple hard breasts appeared, unfettered by the modesty of a bra. The firm, lushly rounded globes moved sensually as she bent down to unzip the zipper of her jeans. With one deft movement, she pealed the tight-fitting garment over the smoothness of her hips and thighs, carrying with the silken panties down over her long, slender legs, kicking the garment away when it reached her ankles. A teasing female smile played over her pink lips as she took Pete's hand and pulled him down to the carpeted floor of her living room. She allowed her eyes to fall on his loins, seeing what she had felt moments before. His lust inflamed penis looked as though it was threatening to rip at the Seams of his pants, and she gasped slightly as she tried to imagine it compared to Alex's massive cock! It certainly looked as though it was just as large, and that was what she wanted. She wanted as large a cock as she could get, as much a fire as could be produced in her cunt. As Pete knelt down beside her, she opened her thighs to his view. The tiny dewdrops of moisture were already rising in the soft, hair-fringed crevice between her legs, and they glistened in the early afternoon sunlight that streamed through her apartment window.
Pete's breath began to grow ragged as he took a moment to savor the delight before him. Holy SHIT! She was some piece all right! She was every bit as good as Alex had told him, and she was really hot for him. He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't going to spoil things by questioning. His gaze swept from the swan-like gracefulness of her neck, down to her gravity-flattened breasts with their bright red nipples gazing back at him, along the creamy smoothness of her flat belly, resting for a moment at the deep, flesh-surrounded pucker of her navel, and finally coming to the yellow triangle of her cuntal mound, shimmering like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Her pussy hair was thick and tightly curled, and matted with the heat of her increasing passion. It was as if she derived a great sense of arousal just from being naked like this in front of him, offering him an eye-pleasing feast of her perfect body, telling him to take her, use her, do what he willed with her.
He slid one hand down and under her to the taut softness of her buttocks and cupped them. Her full, voluptuous body was warm to his touch, and as he lowered his face toward her, she raised hers up and locked her lips hungrily to his, driving her tongue as deeply into his mouth as was humanly possible, "Take your clothes off too," she whispered in a seductive tone as she lowered her head back to the floor.
Pete chuckled to himself, knowing that she was all his now. Shit. Here he was, living free and fucking free. As much as he had liked Alex, he was glad that the man was dead. Jennifer was certainly worth dying for ... or having someone else die for.
Her lust bright eyes fastened greedily on his loins as he pulled down the zipper of his trousers and dropped his pants, jerking his hardened cock free from its confinement. The long, stiff, purple-veined member jutted out above his heavily dangling balls and rose majestically along his lean belly. Jen's eyes opened wide as she fixed them on the massive cock so close to her. Hell, she had wanted something that would make her forget Alex, and Pete's cock was certainly the very thing. She eyed every inch of his hard penis spearing into the air, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat as she wondered if it was possible for a woman to take something so large up into her.
She reached out to touch it, as though she couldn't believe anything so large could be real, and Pete moaned softly as her fingers closed around it, barely able to encircle it. Breathing more urgently now, she crushed the full length of her naked body against his rangy frame and ground her hungrily moving pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her torso and pulling him over on top of her. Her long, graceful legs were open wide to receive him.
This was what she wanted, she thought to herself. This was what she needed. She needed a cock in her body. She needed a man to fuck her. She needed as much lust, as much raw passion as a human could stand, and she was determined that nothing would stop her from getting it. Beads of sweat began to glimmer lightly on the exposed flesh of her body as she entwined herself to him.
Jennifer pulled the dark-haired man as tightly as she could to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his hard buttocks, exploring eagerly his lean contours. Except for that one time behind the bam of her house in Kansas, she had never been fucked by anyone other than Alex, and she automatically wondered how Pete would be different. His huge cock was resting hard against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, pressed tightly into the narrow pink slit of her moistly spread pussy. She curved up for a moment, levering them both off the floor with the strength of her back. Then, reaching down under her nakedly upthrust buttocks with both hands, Pete read his cue and parted her desire-swollen vaginal lips slowly, giving his rampant penis better contact with the wet, tingling flesh. Then she relaxed and fell back against the rug, his penis trapped tightly in the hot, softly yielding folds of her lust-inflamed upper thighs. Aroused by the movement, Pete wormed his hands between her shoulders and the softness of the carpet, pulling his palms down over the soft curves of her back and hips. He felt the raised edges of her spine moving as she began a slow undulation, her luscious body gyrating against him in a slow, teasing rhythm that made the sinews of her female muscles ripple like small fish just below the surface of her skin. The inbred feminine strength of her body was evident now as the tenseness of the cords in her thighs twined like silk ropes around the outsides of his thighs.
"God! You feel so wonderful ... you feel so good!" she panted, hardly aware that she said anything at all. She was being overcome with the lust her body was demanding of her, and she flowed with her feelings, lifting her head to once again smash her lips against his, writhing the flat surface of her belly up against him. She left small trails of white along his back where she raked her fingernails along his skin. Her mind totally obliterated of all thought, her very sense of being was concentrated on her cunt and the demands it was making on the rest of her aroused form. She knew, somehow, that what was about to happen would be more lustful than she had ever been with Alex, even in her most aroused moments.
Losing all control, Pete pushed his hands farther down beneath her, squeezing the roundness of her white buttocks in his hands, pulling her ready loins up tighter against his own. He moved up an down slowly, teasing her in return, running the full length of his rigidity up and down in the wide-spread crevice of her vagina, sensing it become more and more saturated with the wetness of her passion. Her smooth, satin-white asscheeks began a more frantic rotation up against him until, suddenly, without warning, her legs shot out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs and trapping him tightly to her.
Pete had never seen anything like it. Here he thought he would have to try and convince her that fucking him would be a lot of fun for both of them. When she had first come to the door dressed in that robe, she had been a cold bitch, and he was certain that, even though he would be fucking her before the sun went down, he was going to have to work on it. But now ... shit! Now she was just about raping him. He liked that a lot. It sure as hell took a lot of the work out of it.
"Now ... put it in me ... put your cock in me now...." she demanded against his tightly clenched teeth, her eyes shut as her pelvis ground away at him like a pelt of softly curling down with a mind of its own.
As soon as she relaxed a little, Pete started to move, but she moved faster. Her hand came down between them and circled greedily around his stiff throbbing cock, guiding it desperately between the lips of her hot, desire-drenched pussy. He groaned above her as he felt her slide it up and down between her legs, parting the soft moistened hair of her cunt with the pulsing, blood-engorged head. The fleshy lips nibbled hungrily at it, causing it to spring to even greater hardness until he felt certain that the aching pressure of his blood would burst it along its veined-thickened length. He could hold back no longer, and with a crash sent his hips forward, driving himself with a flesh-rending passion into the gaping hot mouth of her wetly seething pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Jennifer groaned as she felt herself becoming filled to the brim with his massive hardness. Pete smiled to himself as he felt the warm elastic inner tissue slip smoothly over his sensitive penis as he entered her totally with one thrust that seemed to take forever sliding into her vagina. It was as though she were a country virgin all over again, taking the hugeness of his cock into her body for the first time. His heavy penis slithered to the full depths of her fire-filled belly. Her tight slit squeezed the length of his rod as he entered, and washed a river of her seething lubrication around it, transforming his penis into a deeply thrusting piston, its way well oiled.
Suddenly, he hit bottom, his freely-swinging balls slapping against the rounded cheeks of her tightly clenching buttocks. Jennifer moaned like an animal beneath him, twisting away the pain caused by the massive stretching his thick penis brought to her flanges. Again Pete lunged, flexing his cock inside her, ramming his pelvis solidly into her desire-flushed loins, impaling her totally to his body. He was full of the masculine pride that comes with being filled with a woman like this as totally as he was, knowing that his cock was every bit as good as Alex's ... and probably better. He thrilled to her total wantonness, and wondered, vaguely, what his penis would feel like when he was filling her with his sperm in a short while. He had her now, and he wasn't going to let her get off with just one fucking. He was going to see to it that as long as he was around, she was going to have her cunt filled as often as he wanted to fill it!
He squirmed and ground his loins down into the writhing velvety flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching up inches off her floor with the strength of her hungry thrusts. She groaned ceaselessly beneath him, receiving his pounding body, opening and closing her trembling legs around his hips as she worked up and down in the primitive rhythm which was all that existed for her now. Her tongue-moistened lips were gaping open wide, and her head was flailing from side to side on the ground in her lust-crazed wantonness.
"Eeeehhh? You like this ... you like this?" Pete taunted, his lips parted in a leering grin of conquest. He was all through being Mr. Nice guy ... being a compassionate "friend," consoling her over the loss of her lover. Now he was her lover, and he was going to see to it that she never forgot! Now that he had his cock right where he wanted it, his little game was no longer necessary.
"Yyyyyyeeeeeessssss ... I love it ... I love it. ... Now ... put a finger in my ass ... please ... pleeeaaasssssseee!!" She implored him, her dazed blue eyes flashing, unseeing, looking up at him but through him.
He was as aroused as she was, and somehow he thought she would get around to asking him to do that. Hell, he sure as hell wasn't going to wait for her to ask. He was going to do it anyway. His hand already in place as she made her desperate request, he reached under her, between her hotly clenching buttocks as he fucked rhythmically into the eagerly working wetness of her cunt. She lifted herself up, pulling her quivering ass up off the floor to help him as he stretched the crevice between her buttocks, probing for the tightly puckered ring. Then he found it, as wet and hot as her cunt. As quickly as he had slithered his penis into her vagina, he forced his finger into the tightly cringing mouth of her rectum, pushing her loins up tighter still against his body. His cock-head was pressed so tightly against her cervix that she was certain it would burst through her body and come out her gaping mouth, and even as she marveled at this incredible sense of fullness, she felt herself filled even more with the cock-like piston of his finger driving with a surge of power into her rectal passage.
It was like being double-fucked!
Nothing like that had ever happened to her, but the sensations were the same as if she had two penises in her body instead of one. Her opium-controlled mind conjured up a vision ... a vision that consisted of her sandwiched between Alex and Pete, each using their cocks in perfect unison to bring her from the depths of her despair. The strength Pete had in his arms made her feel as though he were gripping her from behind as his finger drove into her wide-stretched asshole. The fullness of her vagina was matched by the fullness of her anal passage!
"More....
MORE!!!!!!" Jennifer pled.
"MMMMMMOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEE!!!"
Pete chuckled again as he pushed his finger as deeply as he could, worming his finger in ceaselessly until it was buried all the way to the palm of his hand. He moved it around inside, rotating it deeper and deeper up into the fleshy depths of her rectum, and he grinned triumphantly as he felt the underside of his cock sliding rhythmically through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages. He began to skewer her between them, maintaining the carefully controlled rhythm that made him seem like two men to the lust deranged woman. His fingernail caught slightly on the tender membrane of her sensitive flesh of her anal wall, and she splayed her legs out wide to allow him as total access to the ravishment of both her wide-spread passages.
Pete could feel the throbbing of his huge penis seething inside her, growing and expanding in her spread-open vagina from the demanding pressure damming up in his sperm-laden balls. They slapped with heavy dull thuds against her desperately straining buttocks below. He began to ram his finger into her tiny anus with long hard strokes in time to the deep plungings of his cock in her pussy, trying to bring her over the crest to her climax. He had something in mind for her later, and he wanted to hold back his orgasm for as long as he could!
He could tell that she was almost there as she gripped his pounding body tightly between her upthrust thighs, contracting them around him to the savage tempo of his merciless thrusts into her. He could hear her gasping beneath him, the sounds coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over them. He fucked into her relentlessly, exerting all his strength to bring the luscious blonde to orgasm.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEEEE HARRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDD!!!" she screamed, uttering all the obscene words she could think of to excite him as well as herself. She drove her trim ankles and heels into his driving buttocks, spurring him on, jack-knifing her legs back and up tightly against her firm white breasts, flattening them hard back into her chest. Her eyes rolled like shiny blue marbles in her passion-seething face.
Suddenly she cried, "I'm cumming ... cumming ... ccccuuuummmmmmiinnnggg ... now ... now ... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG ... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
Her mouth was open wide in ecstatic abandon as she repeated the statement over and over to herself, as though she couldn't believe it was happening! The sounds became a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning were known only to herself. She stretched back her thighs tighter against her writhing body until the entirety of her pink, wide-stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him for him to use and plunder at his every whim. Her ankles were wedged under his shoulders, locked behind his neck, her groin squirming beneath him in a kind of primitive dance of the wild, raw ecstasy she had so hungrily wanted. Her mouth hung still agape and she looked completely through his twisted face as though he were not really there, fucking her silly.
She screamed then, a low gurgling kind of sound that seemed to go on and on, and their two panting bodies slapped forcefully together. Jennifer's nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up higher on his rigid thrusting pole, fastening herself to him with all her strength while her loins jerked crazily in the throes of her female orgasm. She caught her breath and held it for what seemed like forever, then exhaled it as though she had been hit in her belly by an angry fist, her form crashing to the floor as she was left drained of all her strength.
She lay motionless except for the uncontrollable quivering on her mercilessly stretched vagina still clinched tightly around his thick, deeply imbedded cock. He pushed far into her and lay quiet, allowing her a moment of rest as he tensed the muscles of his penis deep in her hot moist tunnel. It was all he could do to keep from cumming himself, and he wished impatiently that she would come to life again.
"Oooohhh ... that was lovely ... lovely ... lovely .. she chanted, still lost in the whirling vortex of passion her mind and body needed so desperately.
"Yeah ... lovely ... but you're not through yet, love," the dark-haired man hissed down at her, the building pressures in his balls making him more impatient than ever for his own fulfillment.
"Anything ... anything .. she chanted, knowing, even in her mindless state that she had not been totally purged. She wanted everything he could give her. She wanted to make as full a use of his cock as she could. She had to have his cum in her, burning through her, washing her clean and making her whole again.
"Come up here, woman" he commanded as he pulled his hard pulsing cock wetly out of her. Instantly Jennifer felt a sense of emptiness that made her nearly want to break down and cry. After being so totally filled, the emptiness down between her legs was made all the more empty. She followed him with her head, her eyes fastened on the thickness of his cock. As he rolled over her, thin sticky trails of her cum followed across her creamy thigh.
Then he lay flat on his back, his erectly throbbing penis pointing high toward the ceiling. She could tell what he wanted her to do, and she moved without him having to utter a word, so desperate was she to have his thickness once again inside her body. She turned over and reached out with her hands to stroke the glistening penis, sliding the loose flesh of his foreskin up and down. Her fingernails scraped lightly over the surface of his rock-hard cock as she lovingly caressed it while she finished catching her breath. She leaned over to get a closer look at the heavily-veined surface, and the hot warmth of her breath blew softly over it. The ache in his loins increased almost to the point of agony as she moved her slender, teasing fingers down lower to his cum-inflated balls, cradling them in the softness of her palms. He groaned and gritted his teeth at the incredible ministrations of his heavily laden cock and large, sperm-bloated testicles.
"Uuuuuummmmmm...." she moaned to herself, running her tongue lightly over her lips as she felt her mouth watering. His penis looked so delicious! She had to have it in her mouth ... had to have the creamy-heat of his thick sperm swirling around in her cheeks and trickling down her throat.
"Shit, woman ... suck it," Pete rasped as he jerked his anxious loins forward as she rose to her hands and knees and hovered over him. Her face was a scant few inches from his cock, and she gazed at the delicious-looking moistly throbbing tip. The blonde woman grasped the hardened shaft firmly with both her hands and dropped her head slowly down toward his pole, her pink wet tongue suddenly flicking forward, its tip boring tantalizingly into the semen-oozing hole at the end of the tip. His breath caught in his throat as her warm, parted lips closed over the sensitive blood-swollen knob in moist exciting pressure. Her lips tightened like another pussy around it, enclosing the smooth rubbery head completely up inside the warm velvety cavern of her mouth.
Pete grunted with mounting pleasure as he lifted up his head to watch the lovely girl's cock-stretched mouth. Just the sight of the hard rod of flesh sunk half-way between her widely ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. His penis was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like a long wet log along the part she had not yet taken between her soft, full lips. She manipulated the sensitive skin of his balls gently with her one hand and stroked the broad base of his cock knowingly between the thumb and second knuckle of the forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down the stiff, rigid penis.
Jennifer sensed his increasing excitement, and she sucked all the harder. She had to have his cum inside her. SHE HAD TO!
She twirled her smooth pointed tongue titillatingly around the moistly seeping stickiness of the bulbous head. He felt the sharp tips of her teeth digging gently into the turgid skin, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Then, without removing her mouth from his jerking cock, she quickly shifted position over his thighs and knelt down on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter against her face.
SHE HAD TO HAVE HIM AS DEEPLY INSIDE HER AS POSSIBLE!
Her tongue darted out, swiping around and around the pulsing blood-filled head furiously until Pete felt it nearing the bursting point. She took almost all the throbbing hard cock deep into her throat, beginning to suck steadily and swallowing more and more of his passion-gorged hardness as though she were trying to choke herself.
Pete stared down at her face as his long rigid shaft of flesh fucked deeper and deeper into her, sawing in and out of her widely stretched mouth. The sight alone was enough to drive him insane, causing his loins to jerk up into her laboring face until it looked as though she would completely consume the rampaging cock. Nearly all of his huge, thick penis seemed to disappear into her mouth with each new powerful thrust he made until finally only the thick base of it showed glistening wet, protruding wantonly from her distended lips. She was gorged with the pulsing blood-filled flesh but she kept on and on with her wild, desperate sucking....
* * *
Steve had a huge smile on his face as he sauntered up his sister's street. When he had come to New York the night before, the city had looked evil and forbidding. Now, in the bright light of day, it looked exciting and filled with fun. He would never have thought, coming from a very small town in Kansas, that a big city ... the biggest, in fact ... could be so wonderful. His ride on the ferry had been incredible. He talked to several strangers who seemed to take a liking to him as he rode back and forth twice. Then, deciding that maybe his sister would give him something to eat, he made his way back to the sub-way station, where he got on the wrong train and ended up too far north. For a moment, he was frightened, and he lost his sense of direction, but he realized that he had no other choice but to ask someone how to get back to his sister's neighborhood, and this made the little task seem easy. People were friendly to him, especially when he told them he was a stranger to the town, and everyone he talked to seemed eager to help him. One nice old man even gave him a quarter for the ride, and while he had been told that he should not take money from strangers, the man was so nice and so rich-looking that Steve couldn't resist.
And now, as he walked up his sister's street, the brightness of the early afternoon sun showed him that what he had thought was old and run-down the night before was in reality stately and well kept. The darkness of the buildings was mostly from city dirt, and was merely superficial. The buildings looked strong and sturdy, and the people on the street happy and carefree.
He said hello to some people that were coming out of his sister's building, and they let him into the front door before they left. He climbed up the two flights and walked through the hall, suddenly remembering that his sister was not alone.
THAT MAN WAS STILL WITH HER!
For a moment, Steve wondered if there was something wrong about the man. Jen hadn't acted as though she knew who he was, and when he had left earlier, his heart was troubled. There was something about that man ... something Steve didn't like, and he wished that he hadn't left his sister alone with him.
But he realized that there was nothing he could do about it now, so he continued on his way through the hall, coining closer and closer to his sister's apartment, smelling the strange aromas that always fill apartment houses.
He was just about to open the door when he heard a deeply male voice shouting from the inside...."Suck it, woman ... suck my big cock! Keep sucking it!!"
Steve's blood froze, and he stopped dead in his tracks, his hand stuck to the door knob but not turning it.
'What's happening in there?' his young mind asked. 'What was that man saying?'
He turned his head and pressed his ear to the door, hoping that he could catch some other sounds. But he couldn't. The thickness of the door prevented him from hearing the passionate breathing of both Pete and his sister as she sucked deeply on his penis. Steve tried to picture in his mind what Pete had meant. 'Suck my cock' he had said. What could that mean?
Steve didn't know, and as the seconds passed, he could feel his courage mounting. Maybe his sister was in trouble! Maybe she needed him!!
Quickly, silently, he opened the door a crack and looked in, his eyes traveling around the room, looking for the source of the man's voice. At first, he couldn't see anything....
And then he saw them ... two naked bodies on the floor....
AND ONE OF THEM WAS HIS SISTER!!! AND SHE WAS NAKED!!
Steve had never seen his sister naked before. In fact, he had only seen one naked girl, and that was in a picture he found in an empty locker at his school. That had been one thing, but seeing his sister like this was something totally different. The reality of a real woman's nakedness was something he didn't understand at the moment ... and what she was doing was totally beyond the young boy's comprehension.
She was on her hands and knees between Pete's widely spread legs, her head bobbing up and down over his loins, and....
AND SHE WAS TAKING HIS THING RIGHT INTO HER MOUTH, TRYING TO SWALLOW AS MUCH OF IT AS SHE COULD!!
AND SHE LOOKED AS THOUGH SHE LIKED IT!!
Steve couldn't move. The sight held him completely transfixed, and with the door open, he could hear strange wet sucking sounds ... like the ones he would make when he was really enjoying sucking on a lollipop. His young eyes stared unblinkingly at what Jennifer was doing, his mind a blank, his ears tuned to the strange sounds, his mouth hanging open, slack, his breath coming in long, low gasps,....
Unaware that he was being watched, Pete could feel pressure building up in his bloated, aching balls and he knew that they would soon spill out their contents into Jennifer's warm, wet mouth. He could see rivulets of sweat running in thin glistening trails down the sides of her naked body as she bucked wildly over him, sucking as though her very life depended on it, her entire being focused on her labor, her desperate need to have as much of him as she could take inside her driving her beyond the point of reason. Her firm round breasts danced and swayed under her rocking body and the spectacle incited him to increasing heights of brain-reeling passion. The muscles of his stomach tightened even more until it seemed that they would surely snap from the tension as he arched them off the floor, pushing even further into the pliant moistness of her warm wet mouth. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her lips, clinging eagerly to his huge throbbing cock as she sucked on it. He moaned and groaned again and again, his mouth growling out crazy and incoherent mutterings that spouted like a lunatic's ravings from between his teeth.
Suddenly, his moment arrived!
He gasped and a slower, deeper sound started from somewhere down in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin to make its nerve-shattering rush from the end of his pulsating penis. Jennifer's mouth was flooded with burst after burst of the searing thick cream, ballooning her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that she had to swallow quickly to keep from choking.
Steve's senses came back slowly to him as he watched the strange happenings in his sister's living room. He narrowed his eyes in wonder as he saw his sister's lovely cheeks puff out for some reason, and he was all set to rush into the room and pull her away from the man whose thing was in her mouth. The young boy was convinced that the man was pissing into his sister's throat but suddenly Steve saw a strange, thick white fluid trickling from Jen's stretched lips, and he knew the man was not pissing. What he was doing was not known to him, but it sure looked as though Jen wanted that fluid. She was swallowing it as fast as she could, and Steve could tell that the only reason some of it was seeping from between her tightly locked lips was because she couldn't swallow fast enough.
The man's hips were moving up and down, pushing his thing deeper and deeper into Jen's mouth, and his toes were curled into tight little balls. His face was twisted and contorted, and it looked as though he was in pain or something. But he couldn't be, because even with his teeth clenched and his eyes tightly shut, he seemed to love what Jen was doing to him.
"Ooohhh ... suck it ... suck it, cunty-love.
Keep sucking my cock!" he rasped, the hissing of his words blasting against the young boy's ears.
Could this be what some of the older boys at his school had meant when they talked about a "blow job?" Steve's mind wondered. They had mentioned something about sucking, but at the time, Steve's mind was empty of the necessary knowledge to fully understand.
But that's what this must be. GOD! He was watching his sister give a blow job to a man. WOW! WOW! WOW!
And then something happened to Steve that had never happened before ... not even when he had seen the picture of the naked woman.
He could feel himself become excited. He could feel something happening to his own little penis. It was getting bigger! It was moving up against his pants and tenting the material, causing him some pain. Without thinking, he slipped one hand inside his pants to re-arrange the swelling mass, and he found that his penis was hot ... very hot ... and hard! And sensitive to his touch. His parents had recently told him that he should never touch himself there except when he went to the bathroom, and he had wondered why they would say something like that.
He found now, as he rested his little fingers on his first erection, that he liked the feeling of his hands against his penis ... and he knew that he would like someone else's hand there a lot more ... a woman's hands ... HIS SISTER'S HANDS!!
With one hand in his pants, stroking mindlessly at his erect penis, and his other on the doorknob, he continued to watch the incredible scene.
Pete's fingers had tangled tightly in Jen's hair and held her head impaled on his pulsating cock as he pushed its swollen squirting head all the way down her throat. At last he gave a shuddering sigh and pulled himself back and out of her lips for one more final thrust. But he missed by an inch when he lunged forward again. The heavy blunt head rammed against the side of her face, leaving a thick, white trail of his searing semen to bum into her left cheek.
Steve narrowed his eyes as he watched, seeing a final burst of the strange white fluid wash across his sister's face. He stared in utter amazement as she swiped out with her little pink tongue, reaching around to her cheek with the tip, trying to lick the glistening liquid from her face and draw it into her mouth. She had a strange, near-evil smile on her lips, contorted as they were with her tongue-stretching. Her limpid blue eyes were sparkling with an internal fire ... a seething lust that was far and away beyond the young, virgin boy's comprehension. Even as Pete managed to reinsert his trembling, huge shaft back into her mouth once again for his final, throat-filling fuck, Steve silently closed the door, his mind tossing and turning like an angry sea during a storm with conflicting thoughts ... thoughts that would not come together ... thoughts that made no sense whatever. He stared at his feet as he stood in the hall, willing them to move, and finding them like lead weights bolted to the floor. Now, with his ears tuned to the sounds that were coming from inside his sister's apartment, he could hear the moans and pants as his sister continued to perform her strange, and somehow arousing actions.
Then a fear gripped the young lad, and he bolted from the hall, running down the stairs to sit on the front steps of the apartment house, his mind still foaming with visual images he was too young and too inexperienced to fully understand.
Back in her apartment, Jen was hardly fazed by the cock which had pressed against her cheek instead of the roof of her mouth. After she cleaned as much as she could with her tongue, she twisted her head and locked her lips greedily again over the base of Pete's penis, lifting her head to guide the tip back into the warmth of her open mouth. She used her hands to squeeze rhythmically the throbbing shaft of iron-hard flesh, milking every drop of his oozing semen into her gullet, demanding that she have every precious drop ... every sperm cell ... all of it inside her. Nothing must be wasted. NOTHING!
Inch by inch, his sated cock began to deflate in her used and willing mouth, even though she continued the gentle sucking. A long sigh of relief escaped his lips as his head fell back happily to the floor. She nibbled gently for a long moment, as though she did not want to admit to herself that this was over. Then she crawled up over his body to cradle his head on her still-heaving breasts. He was too exhausted to return the gentle kiss she planted on his panting lips.
They rested there for a moment, each trying to catch their breaths. Jen was still caught up in the euphoric grip of her drug-altered state, and she silently wished that he would want to fuck her again. It had been wonderful, but it had not been enough. She wanted more. SHE WANTED MORE!
She had to have him again ... and again ... and again ... a fire of passionate lust that would burn out her very being and make it possible for her to forget.
She had to forget. She had to have the fullness that had been so swiftly taken from her in the dead of night.
But Pete had other plans. After he had rested, he pushed her from his body, gently but firmly, causing her to roll over onto her back, her proud, wide-spaced breasts still passion swollen and heaving.
"I'm going out," he told her as he reached for his clothes and dressed. "Pm going to try and make a couple of connections. I'll be hungry when I get back. You have something ready."
While his voice was commanding, it was not brutal. It was ... it was something like what a master would tell his slave. More a reminder than an order.
Jennifer closed her eyes and nodded. That was what she wanted to be. She wanted to be his slave. He wouldn't hurt her, she knew. He needed her too much for that. It was a strange alliance, she thought as she opened her eyes just in time to see his hand pull the door shut. She needed a cock in her body and he needed a place to stay. No love existed between them at all.
But the feelings that did exist were stronger in many respects than love. The overpowering passion to which she would submit herself would be the very thing that would consume her. She would go all out to burn herself away.
She would be using him as much as he would be using her ... perhaps more so. She was going to take his cock and have it in her body as many times as she could. She was going to wear him thin, make it so he wouldn't even want to fuck another woman when he left for a long time to come. She was going to drain every drop of sperm that could possibly exist in a man's balls.
And she was going to smoke as much of that opium as she could. She had no other choice. She was convinced that was the only way she could survive these few days.
CHAPTER THREE
Steve's vacation was turning out quite differently than he had expected. With the arrival of Pete, he found that Jen was spending a great deal of time with the dark-haired man. Steve didn't like Pete for that reason, and for others as well. The older man seemed to ignore him completely. When he had passed by him on the steps, he didn't even acknowledge Steve's existence. The young boy, knowing that his sister was alone now, waited a few moments, and then climbed the stairs to her apartment. He found her smoking something in a strange looking pipe ... a water pipe, his sister told him in a giddy voice. She explained that it was something Alex had left her ... something that made it possible for her to sleep at night.
Even while she was talking to him, she began to drift off, and finally lowered her body to the floor, mumbling something about how empty she felt. Even though she was a good deal larger than he was, Steve managed to pick her up and pull-drag her to her bed, where he slipped her now-clothed body under the covers.
Then he tried to think through what was happening. It was too much for him. His sister, who had been so willing and eager to show him the city, was now fast asleep ... and it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. The young boy looked at the sleeping form of Jennifer, his eyes fixed on her mouth where-he had seen Pete's cock fucking in and out. There was still a bit of caked semen on her cheek from where Pete's final squirt had missed her throat, and Steve reached to his sister's face to brush it away.
As his fingers came in contact with her creamy flesh, he opened his fingers and began to caress her there, fear and excitement mingling in his belly. Then, realizing that he would be pretty much on his own, at least for a while, he left her a note telling her that he would be going out and that he would be back in time for supper.
As he wandered about the streets, making sure he didn't lose his sense of direction, he found several children his own age playing stick-ball in a vacant lot they had cleaned up. He watched them for a while, and finally one of them asked him if he wanted to play. He did, and for the rest of the afternoon, he was busy doing those things all children do ... making new friends, talking and laughing and learning new things. He was glad to learn that the children of the big city were not really all that different than those friends he had back home, and he lost all track of time.
Finally, when his playmates decided that they had better be getting back to their homes, he realized that he should be doing the same thing. His heart was still Filled with the excitement of his playing when he entered his sister's apartment, but almost instantly, he found that he was in an adult world ... a world where he wasn't at all sure about where he fit.
Pete was sitting on the couch, an open can of beer in his hand. He was shirtless, and though his body was muscular, as though he tried to take care of himself, he looked sloppy, a way Steve's mother would never allow him to look under any circumstances. Pete's feet were propped up on the small coffee table in front of the couch, and there was a cigarette dangling from his free hand.
"Hi, Pete," Steve said, making an effort to be friendly. The squatty, dark man turned his face to the smiling young boy and grunted something, then let fly with a loud belch, which he found very funny.
Jennifer entered the living room, looking tired and exhausted, though still lovely.
"Did you have a nice time, Steve?" she asked, forcing her beleaguered face into a smile.
"Oh, sure," Steve told her. "I met some kids up the street, and we played for a long time. They're really neat. I like them."
"Steve...." Jennifer said, drawing her face into a thoughtful expression, "I want to apologize for this afternoon. Pete and I ... we had something that we had to talk about."
Off to one side, Pete gave another chuckle, and Steve wondered if he had been smoking the same stuff Jennifer had.
"Ohhh ... that's okay Sis," Steve said, making his face bright, even though he wished Pete would leave.
"He's going to be staying with us for a little while," Jennifer said, her voice sounding to her brother as though she didn't want it any more than he did, and yet couldn't help herself.
Jennifer looked at Steve as though she expected him to say something. The young boy didn't know what he could say. This was his sister's apartment, and his mother had told him that he would have to obey her. Steve lowered his head and nodded silently.
"Don't worry about the kid," Pete said in a cold, selfish voice. "Didn't you hear him? He said he's found some other kids to play with. He'll be all right."
Steve's disappointment showed clearly on his face, as did his sister's show on hers. Steve could read her expression. 'I'm sorry,' it said. 'There's nothing I can do about it. It's something that has to be this way."
Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, Steve lay awake, his open eyes staring at the ceiling. There was a strange smell wafting against his young nostrils ... the same smell he had noticed when his sister had smoked the opium. Everything was still, except for a strange laughter that came from his sister's bedroom ... a laughter that was not one of happiness, but something else. Steve could hear Pete's voice as well, and while he knew something about the facts of life, he also knew that people shouldn't sleep together unless they were married. His mother had told him that, and that was what he believed. He didn't equate sex with sleeping together at that point in his life, so having seen his sister sucking on Pete's cock didn't quite jell in his mind.
Then everything was silent for a long time. He had almost drifted to sleep when his sister's piercing voice blasted through the wall that separated his room from hers.
"Oooooohhh ... fuck me hard ... hard .. he heard, bringing him to instant awareness. His eyes popped open, and he strained his ears to catch the sounds filtering through the wall. Heavy breathing ... moanings ... wet sloshing sounds ... and Pete's sinister laugh.
"YOU BETTER BELIEVE I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU HARD," Steve heard.
"OOOOOHHHH!!"
Steve tried to imagine what was happening. Obviously, his cock was not in his sister's mouth ... not if she could make those sounds.
And then something happened to him ... something that had happened only once before.
His cock began to grow again, just like it had when he had come to the apartment earlier and watched his sister taking Pete's thing in her mouth. In the darkness of his bedroom, he momentarily forgot about the sounds coming through the walls and looked down the length of his body, to where the expanding of his penis tented the sheets. He slept in the nude, as he had the night before, as he did when he was home, and the rubbing of the sheets against the tip of his hard penis made him feel funny, nice, but funny. All tingly in his belly ... all excited....
"OOOUUUUUU ... I LOVE THE WAY YOUR COCK FILLS MY CUNT!"
The sound of his sister's voice jerked him again to what was happening in her room, and he listened as Pete gave another low chuckle.
Steve knew what a cunt was. It was a word he had been told never to use, but there were some boys he knew that used it ... and pussy too. And they all meant the same thing.
A woman's cunt was between her legs, where a man had a penis!
Steve looked at his hands, and then at the tented sheets, and all 'the while tried to reason out what was happening.
And then he had it.
PETE'S COCK WAS IN HIS SISTER'S CUNT!!
Steve's mouth fell open as the realization dawned on him. So many things ... things he only knew about but did not understand, suddenly became crystal clear in his mind.
HIS SISTER AND THAT MAN WERE FUCKING!!
FUCKING!
FUCKING!
And his mother had told him that something like that was wrong! But his sister was doing it anyway! But it was supposed to be wrong! But his sister liked it! And so did Pete!
Still confused, he found that his hands went, as if of their own free will, to the throbbing shaft of his own erection. They felt good there ... warm and soft, and they seemed to know what to do ... where to go. He didn't even have to think about it, and he was surprised that even as he touched his cock, it grew larger in his hand.
There was a funny feeling in his balls ... a feeling that had never been there before, and this feeling made him all the more excited ... And frightened!
He wasn't supposed to touch himself there! That was wrong too.
But his sister was doing something wrong, wasn't she?
But why was it wrong?
If she liked it so much, why was it wrong? And if Pete liked it ... and if....
He could feel a mounting pressure against the tip of his cock as he mindlessly pulled and stroked the loose foreskin back and forth. The pressure was good ... but wrong!
But who would know?
Again his sister's voice blasted in his ears.
"AAAAAHHHH ... CCUUMMINGM"
Startled, and totally frightened, Steve pulled his hands away from his cock, feeling a disappointment within him, yet believing that he had done the right thing.
'But if I've done the right thing, why do I feel so unhappy about it?' he asked himself.
He could hear the creaking of his sister's bed and the pounding it made against the wall. He could imagine his sister rolling around and tossing her body with all her strength ... and Pete doing the same thing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his sister's room was silent, and much later, Steve managed to get himself to sleep, his cock still aching between his legs. The very effort it had taken him to keep from touching himself there tired him out.
* * *
A knocking on the door brought him awake suddenly. He looked out the window, and saw that it had to be early morning. At first, he thought he had heard the knock in a dream, though he couldn't remember what he had been dreaming that would make a knock like that.
He turned over and started to go back to sleep when he heard the buzzer of his sister's apartment ringing.
This time he sat up in his bed, the sheets falling to his waist. He listened for some sounds in his sister's bedroom, but he could hear nothing. She must be still asleep ... the way she had been the day before when she smoked that opium. Again there was a knock at the door, this time one more desperate and impatient.
Thinking that he had better do something, Steve crawled out of bed, put on his jeans and walked through his sister's apartment, noting that it was much more messy than it had been when he went to bed the night before. It looked as though Jen and Pete had gotten up in the middle of the night, smoked some more opium and then went back to bed. The water pipe, looking filthy and disgusting, was resting on a small end table next to the couch, and there were two half filled glasses of wine sitting next to it.
His movements awakened him fully, despite the hour, and he walked to the door, opening it to see who was there.
It was a woman. Or rather, a girl about sixteen. She was very pretty, and had just been turning away to leave when she heard the door open.
"Oh, hi," she said in a cheery voice. "I was wondering if there's a Pete Whembren here. I was told to see him about ... uuhhhh...."
She stopped as she saw that she was talking to a young boy, as though she didn't want to tell him anything about why she had come.
"Yeah ... there's a Pete here," Steve said, opening the door fully and letting her come in.
He watched as she sauntered through the door, looking as though she was in total command of everything around her. As she brushed past Steve, he got a very good look at her. She was wearing a one-piece dress ... a very short one at that. She was Steve's height, though she looked older. She carried herself very well, Steve thought. Her dark curling hair was thick and full on her head, and her black dress was low cut, with ruffles around her bosom. It looked as" though it was perhaps a size too small for her, as though her movements might tear it along the seams. Her breasts were not as large as his sister's, though they were no less formed, and through the vee of the top, Steve could see the cleft they made as her garment pressed them against her chest. His eyes followed her as she walked into the apartment as though she lived there, and he watched her sit down on the couch and cross her legs, making her short dress rise high along her deeply tanned thigh. She was as dark as Jennifer was light, though no less lovely for that. Her face was cute and pretty, radiating the glow of youth and innocence, though Steve was pretty sure she was anything but that. She probably had lots of boyfriends, and Steve wondered if maybe he could become one of them. She looked as though she might be a lot of fun just to be with. He could walk around the city with her, and maybe even hold her hand. That was something he wanted to do with several girls where he lived, but he had never gotten the courage.
"Well ... Pete didn't tell me anything about you," she said, smiling sweetly as she looked at him.
"I'm ... uh ... I'm Steve Criton," he stammered. "I'm here visiting my sister. She's asleep ... and Pete's ... I guess he's asleep too."
"Really?" the girl said. "He didn't tell me anything about another girl, though from knowing Pete, I'm not all that surprised. By the way. I'm Monica Berney. I'm here to see Pete."
She stopped as she noticed the water pipe on the table. She smiled as though she had thought of something, and then she looked to Steve. "I guess you know all about what's going down," she said, smiling again. "No reason to hide anything from you, I guess, now is there?"
Steve felt himself becoming a little more sure of himself. If this pretty girl thought he was ... what was the word he had heard...."cool" she might think he was a little more mature and older.
"Naw ... I know what's going on around here," he told her, actually believing it himself as soon as he said it.
"Uh huh. Well, Pete told me that he would sell me some opium. Stuff like that's hard to get," she said, smiling somewhat teasingly as she talked to him. She picked up the water pipe and looked at it. Then she brought her eyes again to the young boy who was watching her with increasing infatuation. "Too many of the kids at my high school want to smoke nothing but pot. Some of them are afraid to try anything else, and opium is almost the same thing."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Steve said, feeling his bravado seething forth.
"So anyway, Pete came to the school yesterday and told me that he had some stuff. I've dealt with him before, so I don't think he'd rip me off. He told me to come early. I guess I came a little too early, though, huh?"
Steve shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to hide the fear he was feeling as she talked to him. While he had heard of pot, he knew it was against the law. God! What was happening to his sister, that she would be hanging around people who sold things like that?
He could see more than ever now that he wanted Pete to leave, but he didn't know what to tell this lovely girl who was sitting in the apartment.
" "I ... uh ... I can go wake him," he said, wishing that she wouldn't ask him to do that. He really didn't want to go into his sister's bedroom. Not after what he had heard the night before. If he walked in on them when they were ... fucking ... he wouldn't know what to do.
"Naw, you don't have to do that," she said as she replaced the pipe and picked up one of the half empty wine glasses. "I don't mind talking to you for a while. You're kind of cute, you know?"
Hearing her say that made Steve blush, and she gave him a little wink that he really didn't understand. It was like what some of the girls in his class would do to him when the snow went away and spring came.
Monica looked at the half-dressed boy standing in the living room, aware that she was becoming aroused just from looking at him. Shit, he wasn't from around here. That was obvious. His build and light tan made him look as though he was used to as much hard work as a boy his age could do. She guessed him to be about nine or ten, but that was because his face looked it. He had a body that reminded her of the football quarterback at her high school, and he was seventeen, just a year older than she was. While she was certainly no slut, she was no stranger to the pleasures of sex, having lost her virginity about a year and a half ago. She had the kind of body that would always be young looking, and she was eager to grow up. Her father had fixed her up with the son of a friend of his at work, and it had been that boy who had made her a woman in every sense of the word. She grew tired of his fucking when she started hanging around the campus of the city college, and some of the older, more mature boys there took advantage of her eagerness to learn more. Pretty soon, though, they grew tired of her, preferring someone who was older in mind as well as body, and she had returned to dating boys who were closer to her own age. While she had never been fucked by anyone as young as Steve before, the very thought of it made her giggle a little.
"What's so funny?" Steve asked, walking over to the couch but not sitting down.
"Ooohhh ... I was just thinking of something," she said, lowering her eye lids and smiling seductively out-of the corner of her mouth. "I'll bet you have a lot of girl friends back home."
This was something Steve had not been expecting, and he thought quickly for an answer. The fact of the matter was, he didn't have a lot of girl friends. There were some he would talk to on occasion, but he never thought of them as girlfriends. Just friends who happened to be girls.
"Oh ... sure. Lots," he lied, forcing his voice to be casual.
"Come sit next to me," she said, patting the pad on the couch next to where her trim little buttocks rested. "I like talking to you. We can talk while were waiting for Pete to wake up."
"Uh ... that could be a while," Steve said, feeling his mouth going dry. The only time he sat next to girls was when he had to in his classroom at school..
"I don't mind," she said, looking at the wine glass she was holding. "I don't have to go to school today. It's Saturday."
Steve had lost all track of time, what with being away from his usual routine and all. He briefly thought about what he would be doing if lie were at home ... helping his father with the simple but strenuous chores that came with running a small farm.
Gulping to make his mouth wet again, he sat on the edge of the couch and leaned forward, as though he was afraid to touch her. He could feel something happening to him as he brought his eyes to the petite swell of her breasts ... something happening down between his legs ... something like what had happened when he heard Jen and Pete in the bedroom before. He rested his hands on his lap so Monica would not see his erection.
"Is this good wine?" she asked, holding it up so that the early morning light filtered through it.
"I don't know," Steve said quickly. "I've never had any."
"Why? Won't they let you drink it?" she asked, the tone of her voice teasing, as though she was telling him that it might be because he was too young.
"No ... no, I just didn't want any, that's all," he said, hoping that he could regain some face.
"Well, will you drink a glass with me?"
He never got a chance to finish, for she handed him the glass she had been holding, and he took it without thinking. He held it and looked at her while she bent forward to take another one. Then she held it up to him in a salute.
"Here's to hoping that the stuff Pete has is good," she said. Then she drained the glass in one gulp. Feeling that he should do the same, and needing something to drink to make him less dry, Steve up-ended his glass. The wine was sweet and very good, though warm. He had never had anything like this to drink before, except once, when he stumbled on a still being run by one of the local farmers. The man had given him a small glass of the clear beverage he was making, and it had nearly taken Steve's throat out. He got sick after that, and his head felt funny.
But this was very nice. Very mild, and he wished there was more.
"WOW!" Monica exclaimed. "I wouldn't have believed it. Do you know what this is?"
Her excitement was contagious, and Steve felt a strange eagerness flowing in his body.
"No. Is there something wrong?" he asked, wishing now that he had waited until he drank it. Whatever it was, it was too late now.
"This is laudanum ... opium mixed with alcohol," she said, draining the last drop in her glass. "People used to take opium like this a long time ago. It's supposed to be better than smoking it. I can taste it. Wow! I'll get a chance to test Pete's stuff before I buy it. How neat!" Steve looked at his glass in horror. After what he had seen the opium do to his sister, he was really worried that the same thing would happen to him. He wished that he would get sick so he could get as much of the stuff out of his body as possible. He was certain that he had swallowed poison, and his heart pounded in his chest so loudly that he wondered if Monica could hear.
"Do you know who used to take opium like this?" Monica asked as she reclined back against the couch. She brought her legs up and rested them on the table, the hem of her dress rising along her legs even more than when she had them crossed. The lower half of her trim, young thighs was visible to Steve's gaze, and he looked at them in a near mindless stupor.
"Edgar Allen Poe used to drink this," she said, beaming with the pride of being able to show off some recent facts she had learned in school. "And he was America's greatest author."
Steve heard what she said, and in hearing it, nodded. If a great author like Poe did it, it must be all right. He had read some of Poe's short stories. He liked them, but they were weird ... very weird.
But his mind was not focused on what she had told him. His mind was focused on her legs. Jeeeeeessss! They were really nice. A lot nicer than any girl's at his school.
Working quickly, the drink was beginning to have a heightening effect on Steve's blood-stream, while at the same time dulling his mind. No, not really dulling. It was hard for him to think, but he began to feel very good. Visions began to come to him, like memories, only a lot clearer ... visions of fun things he did when he was home, and of the fun he had had with the group of kids he had found up the street. He kept staring at Monica's legs. They were so nice. He wondered what she would look like naked.
He fantasized quickly, as young boys will. He saw her in a bikini on a beach somewhere, running through the sand and laughing in her sweet, high-pitched voice. Yes ... she must have a lot of boyfriends.
Monica, more accustomed to the effects of things like pot and opium, could feel the effect on her body as well, though she knew better what to do with the feeling that was mounting in her. She watched Steve staring at her legs, and she wondered about some of the things he had told her. She'd bet he really didn't have too many girl friends. He was still sitting on the edge of the couch, as though he was slightly ill at ease with her. The more she looked at him, the more handsome he became. He was very strong. She could see that. And he was very healthy as well. He probably liked to have fun, when he got around to it.
AND SHE WAS GOING TO SEE THAT HE GOT AROUND TO IT!
His young boyish frame was already developing into that of a man, and she could see that he was going to become quite a man. Though a little on the small side, he was more compact and solid than he would be if he was taller. His hairless chest was already developing a plate of hard muscle, and there was none of the fat that boys his age can have. Yes ... his body looked as though he did a good deal of hard work, work that was not really all that hard for him.
As he shifted his position slightly, bringing his hands away from his lap for a moment, she saw that he had an erection.
Wellllll, she thought to herself, smiling. That was interesting. That was very interesting. Maybe he would be a lot of fun after all.
Steve was feeling his muscles relax with the effect of the drug, but he was feeling something else. His cock. When he had moved, he had almost forgotten about his erection, but he could feel it giving several spasms against the confinement in his jeans. He wished it would go away. He was certain that Monica would make fun of him if she saw it. It hurt him, sitting hunched over like he was, and he wanted to reach in and move it around so it wouldn't hurt as much. But he couldn't touch his thing with Monica sitting next to him. And he couldn't get up and go somewhere to do it without her seeing it when he stood. Fearfully, he brought his eyes to Monica's pretty face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants!
He leaned forward more, hoping that he could hide his erection from her, but even as he continued to look at her, she brought her eyes up to his.
"That's quite a hard-on you have there, Steve," she said smiling at him.
"I ... I ... I...." Oh, GOD! Now what do I do? He could feel his face becoming a deep crimson with his embarrassment. This was worse then if she had said his fly was open and his thing was hanging out.
"I know why you have it," she said in an I-know-something-you-don't-know voice.
"You do?" he said quickly.
"Uh huh. You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me."
Steve couldn't have been more shocked. He had thought several times about sleeping with some of the older women he had seen in his town, but until last night, he had thought it was nothing more than two people sleeping together. Now he knew what it meant, and it frightened him. It frightened him a lot!
"Do you ever fuck your girl friends?" she asked in a hopeful tone. This was something of a game for her. She hadn't thought when she came over that she would find someone who would fuck her. Pete had made a pass at her when he talked to her yesterday, but she didn't like him, and she let him know it. But Steve ... Steve was kind of cute.
"I ... uh ... I ... uh...." Steve stammered. He couldn't think of anything to say. His mind was beginning to reel, and his erect penis was starting to palpitate wildly. Was she angry with him? He had never heard a girl say those things before ... except his sister, but she hadn't said them to him! His young balls were beginning to ache from the same pressure he had felt the night before when he had nearly beat off, and he wanted to be alone.
Sensing that she was making a new conquest, the dark-haired sixteen year old leaned closer to him, and he could feel her breathe on his cheek.
WOW! WOW! WOW!
She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to bum him through the cloth.
"I think it's nice that you want to fuck me, Steve," she told him in a voice that was hers, though lower ... deeper ... more arousing than before.
"You ... you do?" His mouth was going dry again. Hell, he hadn't even kissed a girl before.
"Yes I do. I think that's really nice, because I want you to. I think you're nice."
WOW! WOW! WOW!
Without warning, she reached out and touched his young, cloth-encased penis.
Steve almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her hand on his cock. No one. NO ONE had ever touched him there. But he couldn't move beyond a sudden stiffening. He was frozen by the situation as Monica began to stroke his penis lightly, increasing the rhythm of her caresses.
He's so nice, she thought to herself over and over again. I'll bet he's been feeding me a line of shit. I'll bet he doesn't have any girl friends at all. Well, I'll bring him around. If men can have a lot of fun fucking virgins, so can women.
Her breasts pressed hotly, softly, against his shirtless arm as she turned full toward him. Steve was trembling as he held his body motionless. A smile ceased Monica's young face as she brought her lips to his cheek and traced a pattern upward. The laudanum was really getting to her, but she didn't care about that. Perhaps it was the drug, or perhaps it was the sweet innocence of this young boy. Perhaps it was both, but she didn't care. She had learned a long time ago that when pleasure is presented, she should take full advantage of it. Thinking about the reasons only wastes time. And time was something that could not be gotten back. Her tongue lashed out to trail a path of fire over his cheek as her hand continued to run over his great swollen penis.
WOW! WOW! WOW!
"Monica ... I ... please ... I ... we...." he stammered, still in the same position he had been in when she first touched him there, between his legs.
"Come on, Steve," she pleaded. "Fuck me. I know you can do it. A big strong boy like you. You have a nice feeling cock. I like the way your cock feels. I want to feel it inside me ... now!"
This was a little too much for Steve. God! Holy shit! There were so many things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to reach out and touch her sweet-looking breasts. He wanted to find out what a woman felt like between her legs....
But he was too frightened to even move. All he could do was stare at the young girl sitting next to him on the couch, watching her face as it moved closer ... closer ... closer....
And finally her mouth was on his, her lips grinding, her tongue thrusting deep up into his mouth. Her hand began to move faster and faster on his swollen, turgid shaft and she swirled her tongue around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing in an attitude of copulation with her as the aggressor.
And then Steve began to see what was expected of him, and he began to press his own tongue tightly against her teeth, and then into her mouth. It felt really good there. He would never have thought that, but it did, and as soon as it entered her oral cavity, he could feel his courage mounting. As if with a will of its own, his hand reached up and found her breast. For a moment, it merely rested there while he got the hang of driving his tongue into her mouth. Then, it suddenly dawned on him that he was doing it ... HE WAS TOUCHING A BREAST!!!
Nothing like this had ever happened to anyone he knew. Oh, some of the boys talked about it at school, but he was pretty sure they were lying. Now he was touching one, and he opened and closed his little fingers, kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh, then actually dipped inside the teen-ager's provocatively low cut dress to draw the garment down and away, exposing one naked breast with its desire-swollen nipple and dark brown aureole. He could feel something wet at the end of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants. Everything was so different ... so strange from anything he had ever known or done ... and the laudanum was really making it hard for him to think....
Then suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of her round, firm breast and his hard, erect cock spasming more and more out of control, the full impact of what was happening hit his mind like a boxer's blow.
WHAT IF MY SISTER COMES OUT? WHAT IF PETE COMES OUT? DIDN'T MOTHER SAY THIS WAS WRONG? OH WOW! WOW! JJJJEEEEESSSSSUUUUSSS....
He pulled his mouth from hers and turned his body so she would not see that he was blushing a brilliant crimson from the intense shame of his arousal ... as well as from the effects the drink had on him.
"Why ... what's the matter?" Monica asked in a sweetly innocent tone, as though she could see nothing wrong with what he had done. "Don't tell me you're afraid."
Even though that was the truth, it was the last thing Steve wanted to admit to her. He searched his mind quickly for some other reasonable explanation.
"Uuuhhh ... my sister and Pete ... they might come out and see us," he said, believing that this would placate her.
"HA! That's a laugh," she said. "If they've been drinking and smoking enough of that opium they'll be in that bedroom sleeping it off for the whole day. Come on, let's you and me have a little fun. I really liked what you were doing to me, and I'm certain you could do a lot more."
Maybe she is, Steve thought, but I'm not so sure. Without a word, he bounced from the couch, finding enough strength to walk in almost a run to the window of the living room. His heart was pounding violently in his chest, and he was aware that his erect cock was still seeping that strange wetness. He stared out the window at the city, trying to collect his thoughts.
And from behind him, Monica's voice whispered, "Steve, lover."
He turned automatically, gathering what little courage he had left. He had to tell her that he wasn't used to this type of thing, but when he saw her the words froze in his throat. His young mouth gaped open and his eyes seemed to protrude with shock.
Monica stood before him, completely naked.
She had unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off, revealing the fact that she had nothing underneath. The young girl stood in the puddle of her dress with her legs spread apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-like. His squeezing of her breast had really made her hot, and she was determined that this sweet young boy was going to satisfy her. He was going to quench the fires that were raging nearly out of control in her tender young cunt, and that was all there was to it!
The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented blatantly to his eyes, and the dark brown triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the early morning sunlight. It was something totally different than looking at his naked sister, as he had done the day before. This woman was for him not someone else, and he could see things in a different perspective ... things like the way her high, smoothly rounded young breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration ... things like how her nipples were hard and distended ... things like the sheen of moistness on her slender, rounded thighs from the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well ... aren't you going to do something?" she asked.
"I...." was all young Steve could say. He could only stare at her, at her completely salacious pose-and his cock began its maddening pulsations again. She was much, much more pretty than the woman in the picture he had seen.
Slowly, slowly, Monica lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to her mysteriously dark, curling pubic mound, slowly caressing herself down between her legs, nails glistening as they blazed a path through the thick, brown silken hair. When her fingers reached the shimmering pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, moist lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny pulsating clitoris to Steve's intent, open-mouth gaze. With her right finger then, she traced up her cuntal slit until the finger tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once ... twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of lubrication running down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower, poised at the lips of her vagina and slipped up inside, buried to the first knuckle
... and then the second. She withdrew it, slid it in again, withdrew it, slid it in, fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster and faster her finger slid wetly, hotly, in and out of her naked, tight, young cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with increasing delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh from her own manipulations, Monica began to talk to Steve.
"I would rather have you doing this, you sweet boy. I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on me. Come here, Steve ... come here and put your hand on my cunt."
Feeling as though he was in a dream, Steve walked across the room toward her, his heart feeling as though it was going to burst from his excitement. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, and there was a thin line of perspiration covering his forehead. His cock, tenting his pants at their zipper, preceded him like a young, unused weapon, and he reached out with his hands hesitantly, coming into contact, finally, with her bare, unprotected waist, moving them down as he touched her naked flesh ever so lightly until his fingers met hers in the softly flowing curls of her dark pussy hair.
Instantly, Monica removed her hands, allowing the young virgin boy uninhibited contact with her cuntal lips, and she nearly jerked all the way to the ceiling from his first electrifying contact and gasped aloud again and again as his fingers continued their arousing descent to the softly throbbing apex of her womanhood.
"Uuuuummmmm...." she moaned as she slowly sank to the floor, the strength of her legs leaving her as Steve experimented with his first touching of a woman's cunt. Steve followed her down, never once removing his fingers from her flesh-burning cuntal flanges. Monica stretched her body out on the floor then, opening her young, petite legs wide, feeling her pelvis shake with violent shudders. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she began a low, lascivious moan. Now that there was no vestige of struggle in the young boy, she knew he would please her. She could see from the size of his penis straining against his jeans that he would be able to please her.
Steve felt a sense of exhilaration whipping through his young body as his fingers became more and more accustomed to the sensations of her hot, moist cunt, scratching and scraping at the tender flesh, pulling and tugging as he learned what she liked by the sounds she was making.
And then his hands were all over her, one remaining in her flowering pussy, and the other reaching along the side of her body toward the globes of her breasts. A shiver passed through her as his warm fingers cupped the delicate fullness of one, his palm brushing teasingly against the hardened nipple.
"Uuuuuhhhhnnn ... ooohhh ... she moaned as his warmth covered the tingling mound and he touched the hard knob of her other breast then, pinching and squeezing and contorting it between his slim fingers, and Monica found her pelvis flexing up against his lower hand in a wild rhythm with his manipulation there. Hot arrows of needful desire slashed through her loins. Ooohhh ... he's so sweet, she thought to herself ... he's so sweet, and so wonderful. A wild sense of enjoyment seared through her as she writhed under his touch. How she was loving his young fingers probing through the split of her vagina.
She tossed and turned on the floor as he teased into her with his diligent fingers, his knowledge of her increasing with each passing second. Her whole body vibrated with piercing arousal. Her loins were churning in imitation of an age-old rhythm as his young fingers rummaged deeper into the steaming slit of her passion swollen cuntal lips. At last he found for himself the tiny bud of her pulsating clitoris and began to stroke it as he heard her moan with her delight, sparking a chain reaction of electrical charges in her desire crazed young body, bringing fresh moans of delirious pleasure from her softly graceful throat.
"Ooohhh ... aaahhh...." she moaned in her wild sexual abandon.
Steve was only just now beginning to realize the power he was having over her, and as his fingers played here and there along the nakedness of the young girl moaning and squirming under him, he acquired both a skill and the courage to act with deliberation now. He smiled when her mouth twitched as his middle finger transfixed the tiny roseate cuntal entrance and without hesitation, plunged into the moist, eager hole, cramming his long digit into her velvety pulsating pussy. He twisted it around, probing, rotating within the juicy sheath, worming into the secret folds of her vaginal walls as he vigorously finger-fucked the passionately groaning young girl.
"Ooohh ... that's it ... that's it!" she chanted as she pounded up her thrashing cunt to meet each thrust of his plunging finger. Her face was a sweating mask of passion and conquest ... conquest because she had brought this young, sweet boy around to her, and he was going to give her the total pleasure she wanted from life.
She tried to stretch her legs even further apart, exposing the writhing furnace of her burning cunt to complete view. Steve's now lust-glazed eyes drank in the ravishing sight of her nakedly exposed cunt, wet and churning as it squirmed ceaselessly around on his rhythmically fucking finger.
Monica's wild cries of pleasure filled the entire room and her soft, satiny buttocks squirmed and clenched as she rose to encourage his lashing fingers to take more and more of her lusciously aroused vagina.
"Mmmmmm ... it's sooooo goooodddd ...!!"
Her entire loins were a pulsing mass of stinging nerve endings and she felt as though an uncontrollable fire had been started there. Her clitoris was round and hard, bulbous in its excitement and was throbbing strongly to the blood rhythm of desire, the passion-swollen outer lips were now drenched with the juice of her lust and a deep consuming heat was rising from the whole area down between her thighs.
Steve couldn't believe what he was doing to her. With just the touch of his fingers he had turned her from a young girl who had been calling all the shots to a writhing mass of totally passionate flesh, and he was certain that he could make her do anything he wanted her to. The over-powering he had been able to bring on her was something he would have never thought possible in a million years. She had been so sure when she first walked into the apartment, and he had been so insecure. Now those roles had completely reversed, and he knew that he was the master. He was stunned by her reaction, which was far more extreme than he would have imagined ... even more than when he had seen his sister. What was this strange power he had over her, he wondered briefly. Jeeeeesss ... she was moaning and writhing now as though she was totally oblivious to anything and everything around her and every deep jab of his fingers seemed to infuse her with a soaring joy he had never seen in another person before.
"Now ... take your pants off ... please ... I want your cock in me ... now ... now...." she mumbled, as though she was completely out of her mind, and was raving something worth of an insane person's thoughts. Even though he was loathe to remove his fingers from her, he hurried to do as she requested, slipping his tight jeans over his slim, boyish hips as quickly as was humanly possible so he would not lose a precious moment of his power. He sat down on the floor as he pulled his pants off, feeling a great relief as his young cock became free at last, springing into the open air and throbbing there. God! It felt weird, being naked like this in front of a woman ... weird but nice. Very nice! Just knowing that he was totally nude with her made his own excitement increase a million fold, and after the first initial rush of shame passed over him, he was left with a sense of heightened passion ... greater than what he had known the night before when he had been naked under his bed sheets. He had never seen his penis like this. He had felt it, but he had never seen it, and he was amazed at the size. WOW! It had to be as big as Pete's was. It had to be! He looked at it for a moment in self-wonder, seeing the blood-engorged rod standing straight out from his hairless loins, bobbing ever so slightly with each panting breath he took. He was so excited that he was certain he would die. Monica raised her head, wondering what was taking him so long to replace his fingers on her cunt, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw the massiveness of his young penis. Christ ... so large! She looked at him sitting naked next to her, and her eyes focused on the throbbing rock-hard pole of his cock. She gazed at it, mesmerized by its size and stiffness, unable to believe that a boy his age could have a penis that was so huge. It wasn't human. It couldn't be human!
"God ... it's going to feel so good up inside me," she said in a thoughtful voice. "God ... GOD!! Hurry up and fuck me with that!!!"
Lying down beside her on the floor, Steve began to move as dictated by his inbreeding, pulling her into the circle of his bare arms, very conscious of their naked bodies touching each other all over. He began to move his hands up and down over her, sliding along her back and cupping the creamy smoothness of her buttocks. Her body grew very warm and soft against his and she raised her face to him, locking her young, sweet-tasting lips tightly against his mouth as she raced her hand down between them for reassurance of his hardness. As she clasped his mammoth penis in her hand and pressed his head forward, he returned her kiss with an intensity that made her cry out. He could smell the heady feminine aroma wafting against his nose, and it was driving him crazy. She crushed the full length of her naked young body up against him and ground her straining pelvis tightly, desperately into his desire-tormented younger loins, pulling at him and rocking him, until he willingly rolled over on top of her, his thin muscular body splaying her long trembling legs wide open on either side of him.
Monica crushed Steve down to her nakedly writhing body and began to explore his boyish frame with her small, dainty hands, eagerly touching every part of him that she could reach.
"God, you feel so soft and nice!" she whispered to him, treating him like an older man as she moved her hips upward a bit and pushed against his hardness where it throbbed heatedly against her naked belly. He moved his hands up underneath her, raising her body up a bit and felt her undulating against him now in a slow teasing rhythm. He could feel a tenseness inside her that told him she was very strong beneath her exterior ... and he wondered what that strength would mean.
Steve moved in a way that had never been taught to him, but in a way that had never been taught to primeval man either. His instincts, the fruit of a million years of practicing in humankind, were all that were necessary. Everything came to him as it had to come to him, and he could feel what little there was left of his fear slipping away, only to be replaced by something stronger ... the power of his sex!
"Mmmm-mmmmmmm...." she sighed as he began to move up and down slowly, guiding the huge, rubbery tip of his cock down so that it fit in between the thin hair-lined lips of Monica's hotly seeping pussy, insinuating his hardness up and down the full length of the wide spread slit between her thighs. He could feel it growing wetter with every passing moment, and Monica seemed to be spreading her legs imperceptibly wider with each desperate rotation of her loins up against him.
"Don't wait...." she suddenly gasped out. "Don't wait another moment. Fuck me! FUCK ME NOW!!!" she moaned, her eyes tightly shut, her hips still grinding upward.
Knowing, understanding exactly what she meant, the young boy flicked his hips forward as she simultaneously raised her entire body to meet his. He moved nakedly between her wide-held legs and with a sudden thrust drove his desire-maddened cock up into her cunt, feeling it sink into the willingly open mouth of her warmly steaming vagina.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!" she moaned beneath him, as Steve felt the warmth of her inner pussy flesh slip wetly over the sensitive naked pole of his penis. His thick, blood-filled head had separated the soft silky hair of her vagina, and now the length of his lust-swollen cock moved with pulsing swiftness high up into her narrowly channeled pussy. It raced up and up, filling the depths of her nakedly trembling belly, filling her eagerly surrounding cunt warm and taut as it accepted the full length of his rigidly throbbing cock.
Steve felt as though his no longer virginal penis was entering a warm, wet paradise, its path well lubricated by the seeping fluids washing against it. His cock seemed to enter her forever, until, suddenly, surprisingly, he smacked up against the smooth cushiony tip of her cervix with a thud of joy, and heard an explosive sound escape from Monica's lips. She moaned and tossed her head back, and he thrust harder right at the same spot, knowing that he had struck the place where it felt best to her.
It was the total exhilaration that came from manhood in the only way such pride can be felt. It was the total exhilaration that came from knowing he was fucking a woman, that he could actually make her beg him for his cock. He would never have guessed just the day before that the feeling would be wonderful, exciting, everything he would want to live for. Christ! Here he had never even seen a naked woman before, never touched one, and now this lovely girl was acting as though she couldn't get enough of him. That felt good! She moaned again and said something he didn't understand, and Steve ground his pelvis down into the moist nakedness of her flesh, feeling her soft cunt flower open still further as he began fucking her in earnest now ... first lifting them both up a few inches from the floor and then pounding into her, and hooking far up inside her aroused pussy flesh, pushing and working at her with the blunt bludgeon of his cock, feeling it churning inside her as she moaned ceaselessly beneath him....
CHAPTER FOUR
Jennifer awoke with a start, wondering what could have caused her to do that. A sound, certainly, and she strained her ears to listen.
Nothing!
And then she was aware of how she felt.
UGH! She couldn't remember a time when she felt worse in her life. She was naked, and she felt all gritty, as though she had done something the night before that would make her sweaty. Turning her head and gazing at the sleeping Pete next to her, she felt her heart sink to the abyss of utter despair.
What was happening to her? She had never lived like this before. Something inside her must have snapped when Alex died ... something that had been in control of her very soul.
Her head pounded, every muscle in her lithe, full body was sore, and there Was a terrible taste in her mouth. She opened her eyes again and tried to sit up, sending a pounding rush of blood to her head and making it necessary for her to lie down in the bed again.
GOD!
She couldn't believe what she had done the night before.
For some reason, both she and Pete had woken up in the middle of the night. Jennifer was perfectly content to simply lay there until she went back to sleep, but Pete had other ideas. He told her that there was something she could take that would make her want to sleep, and she had followed him into the living room where he took a large quantity of Alex's opium and mixed it in the bottle of wine she liked to keep around the place. He was naked, she was wearing her terry-cloth bathrobe, and she took it sleepily, not knowing, and not really caring, what it was. Pete took a long pull on the glass he had poured for himself, and had then sat back to wait for the mixture to take effect.
It didn't take long. In her emotionally weakened state, Jennifer was more than willing to have any pleasure she could, and the soothing effects of the laudanum Pete had made for her gripped at her mind and made her feel happy ... numb ... giddy ... and excited, all at the same time. She didn't care about anything then ... except the emptiness that had once again made itself felt up between her legs. She had looked at Pete, and seeing nothing but his massive, cunt-filling cock, decided that she would once again embark on her desire to wear herself totally into the ground with passion.
Pete was an inexhaustible lover, she learned, and they fucked in several different ways through the night, neither one of them needing to finish their drinks for that. She sucked his thick throbbing penis over and over again, using his sperm as a food that would somehow revitalize her and make her whole again. He licked and slavered at her cunt, and she tried to pull him into her body with the strength of her thighs. Then she sucked him while he sucked her ... then he fucked her from behind ... then with her on top ... then standing ... then he watched while she fingered her own vagina.
All the while, Jennifer was desperately trying to fill the aching need created by the death of the only man she had ever loved. Each time she achieved orgasm, she thought she had succeeded in filling that need, but as she slowly recovered her strength, she felt her desire return. Finally, too weak to walk to the bedroom, she pleaded with Pete to carry her, and he willingly obliged. Once he set her down on the bed, she found that some of her strength had returned, and she brought Pete's penis back to life by cradling his huge balls in the softness of her cum-coated hands, and they fucked still more.
Then she had fallen asleep, finally, only to be awakened by ... by what?
She didn't know, and at this point, she didn't really care. She moved her body and turned her head to look at the sleeping man next to her. She hated him, while knowing at the same time that she had to have him ... him and his cock. Another wave of loneliness washed over her, and she wanted to wake him and make him fuck her again. She was certain that when he left, she would never be able to stand being alone again, and she toyed with the idea of begging him to stay with her, she providing him with food and a place to live while he supplied her with his cock.
The taste in her mouth was rancid, reminding her of the river of his cum that had flowed through his penis and into her body there. Her cuntal lips were sore, yet tingly, and as she looked at the unshaven man next to her, she could feel her internal flesh producing lubrication in preparation for having his cock enter her more.
And she hated herself. She hated everything about herself for what she had to do. The opium she had smoked and drunk left her with a hangover that threatened to split her head wide open. Even breathing was difficult, and she could feel a soreness in her throat ... a hoarseness that had come from her passionate moaning and screaming through the night.
A tear trickled down the corner of her right eye ... a tear of frustration and the realization of what she had become in the last two days. She was nothing, she thought. She was nothing but an empty shell that had to be filled by someone. She was certain she would meekly surrender everything she held dear to her if only Pete would promise to fuck her again and again and again.
She thought of her younger brother sleeping in the next room. How young and innocent he is ... how sweet and wonderful! She realized what she was doing to him by having him here, having him see her in this condition. She was ashamed of herself for ignoring him, but she knew that there was nothing she could do about it. She hoped that he would never go through the pain and emptiness she was feeling at the moment. God! She would do anything she could to spare him from that.
And then she heard something ... something that sounded like a woman moaning!
Instantly she forgot about the throbbing pain in her head and shook the sleeping man next to her.
"PETE! There's someone in the apartment," she whispered loudly, fear taking over where self pity left. This was New York, and there were a lot of strange people roaming the streets.
"Uuuuuummmm...." Pete groaned as he rolled over and tried to ignore her.
"Pete ... I'm not fooling. Will you get up and take a look."
"Forget it, love," he said in a sleepy tone. "Let them take what they want."
"Will you be something besides a cock for once in your life!" she hissed, knowing that if he were Alex, he would be eager and ready to defend her against whatever it was.
"Okay ... okay," he said, rolling over onto his back and opening his eyes. "Now, tell me all about the boogie-man that you think is walking around."
Then there was another moan, and Jennifer pulled her battered body to a sitting position.
"Did you hear that?" she whispered. "I tell you, there's someone in the apartment. It sounds like a woman and it sounds like she's in trouble."
"Ain't never met a woman with trouble that my cock couldn't cure," he said, his total lack of concern making Jennifer hate him all the more. He brought his arms up to circle her waist, but she pushed it away.
"For the love of God! Will you be a man for once?"
"I'm a man when it really counts, woman, and don't you ever forget it," he mumbled, a little put off that she rejected him like that.
"Well, I'm going to call the police," she said, getting out of the bed as quickly as she could, reaching for her bath robe.
That brought Pete to awareness. The last thing he wanted was the police. Christ ... they were still looking for him!
"All right ... okay ... I'm coming," he said in a tired voice, reaching for his pants and slithering into them. "Just don't call the cops, okay?"
Jennifer didn't hear him as she walked silently to the door of her bedroom and placed her ear to it. She could hear the moaning sounds much more clearly now, and they sounded very familiar.
THEY SOUNDED LIKE THERE WAS SOMEONE BEING FUCKED IN HER APARTMENT!!!!
Turning the knob to the door as softly as she could, she opened it a crack. Seeing nothing, she opened it some more, and then all the way, her sleepy eyes taking in her living room quickly, looking for something out of the ordinary.
She saw nothing at first ... and then she froze, her mind exploding in a kaleidoscopic rush of shocking horror. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
Pete came up behind her, and she sagged back against him as the first moment of rigidity left her. Her wide, expressive eyes bulged with disbelief and she stared unblinkingly at the scene some fifteen feet away which assailed her vision.
Her brother ... her sweet younger brother ... and some strange girl ... naked on the floor ... naked and thrashing their bodies together ... Steve's young penis all hard and wet and ripping in and out of the young girl's clasping vagina!!!
Jennifer stared as if transfixed at the salacious act being performed on her living room floor, stared at the nakedly undulating bodies of her brother and the young girl. Another scream rose in the blonde woman's throat and strangled there. She wanted to run ... wanted to hide her eyes from the scene, but Pete, his breath rasping as he recognized the girl as one of his connections, held her in such a way that her gaze remained riveted on the madly twisting couple in the room. A content smile rippled over his lips as he thought of the way that young bitch had refused his cock. Shit! He'd thought then that she was little more than a tease ... a young cock-tease. He could see now that he was wrong, and he was going to do something about that a little later. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was watch.
"Ooooohhhhhh ... mmmmmmm...!" Jennifer heard the young brown-haired girl cry out, and she saw her brother thunder his powerful young loins wildly up against her nakedly sweating pelvis. The slap of their naked flesh was like the echo of pistol shots in the otherwise still morning.
"Ahhhhhhh...." she heard her brother moaning in ecstasy as the young teen-aged beauty rolled and flung her lovely trim hips up against Steve, squeezing his wildly heaving cock with all the strength of her hot, wet cunt.
Jennifer's mind whirled and churned, and she couldn't take her protruding eyes from the sight taking place in her own living room. But now her full attention was focused not on the wildly churning flesh of the young girl, but on her brother, his lithe, virile body. She had no idea that he was so beautiful, that his cock was so huge, so hard. She stared fixedly at his hugely jutting penis and hairless scrotum as the full length of his blood-engorged shaft disappeared, reappeared, disappeared in and out from the wetly sucking sheath of the young girl's tight pussy.
It's so big! her confused mind cried. God! It's so large and heavy ... oooohhh ... what would it be like to have that cock up into her belly?
Dimly, adding further horror to her already saturated mind, Jennifer realized what she was thinking ... how her thoughts were sexually oriented in connection with her younger brother, and yet the sight she was witnessing was too shocking and captivating, especially with her mind already half numb from her terrible loneliness. She couldn't help herself, and she didn't care. She was looking at her brother's wonderful young body and it was....
IT WAS EXCITING HER!!!!
YES! YES!
The vision of his sweet penis and his hairless balls was causing burning sensations of desire to suddenly race through her love-starved flesh. Despite all the sex she had had with Pete in recent hours, she was still starved for love. Her pussy began to issue forth streams of lubrication, matched by what had already been there when she looked at Pete a little while ago, and the heat built higher and higher inside her loins. Her nipples became painfully hard and her breasts ached with her mounting passion as her breathing caused the hardened chips to brush against her robe.
Jennifer was not the only one becoming wildly aroused by the lascivious sight taking place in the living room. Pete stared hotly over her shoulder as he held tightly to her rigid body. Christ! That cute little Monica was really giving that kid a hot working over. He peered hotly at the way Steve's hand was wildly squeezing one of her firm, dancing breasts, at the way their mouths were fused as they obviously sucked and licked at one another's tongues ... Shit, he would never have guessed the little fucker had it in him!
Pete could feel his cock growing in his pants as passion seethed lasciviously through him. He could hear Jennifer's ragged breathing, and he could tell that the scene on the living room floor was working to mount her own sexual passion. Well, if that was the case, he was going to do something about it. He couldn't have his cock throbbing and ignore the needful desires on the blonde woman in front of him.
The dark-haired man's cock grew to its full, rigid, palpitating length and girth now, pressing hard against his trousers as he held onto Jennifer's arms. The bulge of his penis was almost but not quite touching the round swelling of her buttocks beneath the terry cloth bathrobe she wore. He moved closer, guiding her gently backward, and she didn't resist him. Not that he would have expected her to. She seemed to lean gratefully against his hard muscled body, unmindful that her buttocks were now resting against his hotly swollen cock head, causing it to swell even larger and emit droplets of seminal fluid. The only thing the young blonde woman knew in that moment was the sight of her brother, with his thick, nine year old penis sliding in and out of the dark-haired teenager's cunt, the shaft glistening with the shiny lubrication the young girl was making in her pink tight vagina.
Pete held Jennifer even tighter, now that he knew there was no danger that something was wrong in the apartment, and he began to move his cock up and down the smooth warm curve of her rounded ass-cheeks. He was breathing harshly against her neck, and he knew that at the moment, she neither felt his cock nor his hot breath on her flesh. But she would soon enough, he thought as he smiled.
He moved his mouth close to her ear and began to lick the dainty organ lightly. Hell, he had fucked her so many times and in so many ways since he'd arrived just a day ago that he was beginning to wonder if there was any way left he hadn't tried....something that would really show her that he meant to take everything she had to offer in the way of pleasure.
Then, as he felt her mindlessly responding to his advances, his face split into a huge grin.
Yes ... there was something he hadn't tried yet, and he was certain that it would shock the hell out of her. But she would probably like it. Shit, there wasn't anything she didn't like!
Seeing her brother like this made Jennifer realize what she had become. Seeing the hugeness of her brother's cock made her know that she had become something of a slave to Pete ... someone who wouldn't give a shit what he did to her as long as he could make her feel filled with his penis.
But she didn't want Pete any longer. No, now she wanted her brother. She wanted the sweet young boy who was fucking so hard up into the squirming teen-ager's pussy that she couldn't help but scream her passionate joy each and every time Steve's mighty cock sank into her belly all the way to her cervix. GOD! Why couldn't Jennifer have her brother's cock in her? If he could bring that much pleasure to that young girl, he could do it to any woman.
Her eyes fixed steadfastly on Steve's deeply driving cock, and her brain reeled with her thoughts.
His cock. His cock. His cock. OOOOHHHHH ... GOD! HIS LOVELY, BEAUTIFUL PENIS!!!!
On the floor, young Monica was so deeply immersed in the wild pleasure this young boy was bringing to her that she was oblivious to the audience watching them from the other side of the room. Her passion-charged mind was chanting crazily, Have to cum ... have to cum ... have to cum ... as she felt each deeply fucking stroke young Steve made into her tight, glistening pussy. Oooooohhh ... he sent his hard wet cock all the way into her vaginal slit and smashed his young body down on top of hers with mind-destroying force. She gripped him tightly between her slender thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and she could tell that this sweet young boy was fast approaching his climax.
In the doorway to her bedroom, Jennifer tried to come to some sort of terms with the thoughts running through her mind, but she could not. Her pussy was on fire with wet, hot passion, and her stomach fluttered excitedly. She began, almost unconsciously, to undulate her buttocks against the pressure which was pressing into her from behind, and the motion further intensified the spirals of delight winding through her flesh. Pete, feeling the movement, his penis spasming excitedly, began rubbing his swollen cock up and down over the satiny surface of her terrycloth covered ass, wanting her to be good and ready for what he had in mind.
His hand began moving up and down over her scantly clad body, inching the robe up over the luscious moons of her ass-cheeks, and finally exposing them completely to his searing eyes. Yes. Her fleshy buttocks looked perfect, the twin globes now nakedly pressing against his pants-covered penis.
He chuckled and used his free hand to drop his jeans, kicking them into the bedroom and out of the way. His huge, painfully throbbing penis was now nakedly spearing out from his darkly-haired loins and touching the smooth, naked flesh of her globes behind.
He brought one hand up and moved it along the side's of her body, slipping under her loose robe and across the flat plane of her belly to poise under the swollen mound of one of her high, firm breasts. Then, insinuatingly, the palm moved upward to cup her voluptuously formed breast, cup it and squeeze it and manipulate the succulent flesh with gentle ease, thumb running across the uptilted peak to raise the large nipple into even further distended arousal.
Jennifer's dazed mind was suddenly aware of what he was doing to her, and while he had fucked her several times before in the last day, she didn't want him to do it now. She wanted her brother's hand there, squeezing and massaging her breast. She wanted her brother to fuck her!
Her brother!
Her brother!
But the young blonde woman couldn't move. She wanted a penis ... she wanted her brother's penis but she couldn't have it and she wanted something and Pete was behind her and....
And then she became aware of a hardness moving along her buttock, moving up and down as Steve's cock was moving in and out of that young girl's cunt, and Jennifer knew that Pete's cock was there, his penis hard and erect as always, and she wanted it. Ooohhh ... she didn't know what she wanted. Only that she had to have something filling her to the brim.
She began to quiver almost uncontrollably, his cock grinding hard against her buttock. She was becoming more and more aroused by the movements. They felt good, just like they always felt good, and she could feel her mind slipping into a numbed passion where nothing made any difference except the fullness she so desperately needed.
Pete's hand continued to squeeze her breast, and it was soon joined by the other to cup and knead both tender mounds while he pressed his naked, erect cock tighter against her softly yielding ass-cheeks, grinding it up and down in the crevice between them. Jennifer's nipples were quivering distended nubs of arousal now, and her hips began to churn even more wildly back against Pete's desire-hardened cock, drawing it tighter up into the valley between her buttocks, moving her upper torso so that her nipples rubbed hard against his expertly probing thumbs.
Pete wanted her more aroused than she had ever been. Christ, she was really going to have to be ready when he was, and he was just about ready now. He read her signs, noting how her breath spewed in jagged gasps from her nostrils while her eyes were locked on the wildly undulating couple in the living room, on her brother's long heavy cock fucking into the ovaled cuntal lips of young, lovely Monica.
Bending her forward slightly with the pressure of his body, Pete worked his hands feverishly on her swollen breasts and his hips ground against her nakedly undulating buttocks. He could feel his penis becoming wet with the river of lubrication that was flowing from her passion-aroused cuntal lips, and he knew his cock would have to be well oiled if he were going to succeed.
He held her bent over for a moment, whispering lewd enticements into her ear, using every trick he had ever learned to make her as totally ready for him as he could. Then he took one hand from her breast and drew back slightly, holding the bottom hem of her robe out of his way. The passion-enslaved young blonde woman offered no resistance ... not that he had expected any. Pete drew back a little more, staring with lustful eyes at the slightly undulating mounds of her taut, rounded ass-cheeks. His cock surged with excitement. Then his fingers were on her buttocks, rubbing slowly, exploring the silky softness of her ass, tracing each mound with the tip of his index finger, tracing the deep cleft between them until a low, almost inaudible moan twisted itself from Jennifer's parched throat.
It was a moan of resignation ... a moan of despair. Jennifer realized that she was going to have to settle for second best. She was going to be fucked, but not by the cock she really wanted. That penis was in some other woman's cunt.
Pete bent the moaning blonde woman still farther, seeing the glistening wetness which was her excited cunt, but looking for something else. As he stroked the satin smoothness of her salaciously exposed buttocks, he slowly, lightly, spread them as far apart as he could, seeking with his eyes for the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
Jennifer was breathing so harshly now that she was certain Steve and the young girl he was fucking would hear her. But neither her brother nor that teen-ager would have heard an atomic bomb exploding at that moment, for both were striving with every fibre of their lust-driven bodies for the release of the great buildup of cum they were each producing. They were moaning and slashing at one another, oblivious, nearing their climax, and Jennifer watched them in delirious, mindless anticipation. She wanted to see Steve cum. She wanted to see all that her brother was capable of ... she wanted to watch him spew his sweet young seed into the clasping wet cunt of the young dark girl he was so desperately fucking ... wanted to see his cock ejaculating, his cum pouring out of the girl ... wanted to see everything ... everything ... everything....
Pete couldn't have cared less about the two young people fucking each other on the living room floor. He had what he wanted in the palms of his hands. Inserting his thumbs in the crack of her buttocks, he spread them as far apart as he could and explored the brown orifice of her anal passage.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." Jennifer moaned, thrilling to the sensations of his fingers there. She was going to get a cock. She was going to at least have a penis to help her through this moment of disappointment as she realized that she could not have what she wanted. At least Pete would be better than nothing.
"Mmmmmm...." she moaned, finally coming around to realize that his hands were back there.
Then, with a sudden jab, Pete rammed the middle finger of his right hand into the tight puckered hole.
Jennifer was suddenly brought out of her trance and into the world of reality!
The pain ... the swiftness of it...! It was ... it was....
It was gone. Even before she had a chance to scream out, the pain was gone. Pete had made her so wet and aroused that his finger slid into her rectum as easily as it would have slipped into her cunt. She took a deep, hissing breath as Pete drove his finger deeper into her long unused rectum. He jammed his finger in further up the crevice, widening it,, making it even more ready for the insertion of his cock.
Jennifer was torn between two worlds. Half of her brain wanted to watch her brother fucking into the wet, sloshing cunt of the young dark girl on her living room floor. The other half was besieged with the strange combination of pain and delight that was searing through her ass as Pete prodded his finger into the shuddering passage.
Then nothing seemed real to her. Nothing made any sense, or made any difference. She wanted to be fucked in the ass ... she wanted to be fucked in the cunt ... she wanted to suck a penis ... any penis. Nothing mattered, and she gave her body willingly to the man behind her who was making her rectal passage able to accommodate his hugely throbbing cock.
Pete could sense her submission. Shit, he's known all along that she wouldn't mind something like this, and he wondered why he hadn't gotten around to it before. His thick, swollen penis, throbbing with his own excitement, stood erect and arched like his standing body. He wondered what old Alex would think if he could see his lovely woman now ... getting ready to take a cock up her ass while she stood watching her brother really put it to a young opium smoker.
Fuck it! Alex was dead. Who gave a shit what he would have thought! Now! Now! Now!
Jennifer felt the hard rubbery head of his cock shaft exploring her from behind. It was poised at the head of her anal passage like a wooden spear about to plunge into her and make her feel filled. That was all that mattered to her ... she wanted to feel filled with cocks....
"Yes ... yes ... yes...." she whispered to the man behind her, never once taking her eyes from her brother. She gritted her teeth and tried to prepare herself for his insertion. She wondered if watching her brother would make her feel better able to stand the pain she knew would come when he drove his cock into her ass.
"You bet your ass, yes," Pete chuckled as he plunged the thick, gorged rod into her tight anus. It rammed in with a vicious jerk that made Jennifer want to scream.
But even as she opened her mouth, she realized that if she screamed, her brother would certainly hear her.
NO! SHE COULDN'T HAVE HER BROTHER KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER. SHE COULD NOT HAVE HER BROTHER SEE HER LIKE THIS ... WATCHING WHILE SHE WAS FUCKED IN THE ASS BY A MAN SHE DID NOT EVEN LIKE!!!!!!
She took the full girth of his cock into her anus silently, gritting her teeth as she felt it slide through the tight passage, prepared by Pete's skillful massaging and manipulations just a few moments ago.
Pete smiled and grunted as he looked down at the blonde woman's ass accepting his cock. He sighed to regain his strength, and then pushed his penis even further into the tense, throbbing interior.
Jennifer gasped and hissed and shut her eyes to blot out the pain, but she would not scream. SHE WOULD NOT SCREAM!!!!!
Her body began to jerk and writhe, as much from the strange mounting of pleasure surging throughout her as to try and lessen the pain somewhat, but Pete gripped her tightly, .digging his fingers into the tender whiteness of her hips, holding her steady until he had sunk every last inch of his cock in her ass.
Then, with a brief pause, he began to fuck in and out of her rectum, his cock moving as easily as if he had planted it in her cunt, each sodomizing thrust widening the elastic channel and easing his entry into her backside. His passion rose as he thought that he could do anything to this woman. Jesus Christ on a crutch! He could do anything to her, and she wouldn't do anything to stop him. This blonde little bitch was a fucker's dream. She took every massive inch of his cock without so much as a moan of pain. She was hotter for cock than Alex realized, he thought.
He moved more vigorously now, increasing his tempo, his dangling balls slapping at the moist flesh of her vaginal slit, aching and pained by its emptiness. His deep, long strokes came faster and faster.
"Oooommmm ... uuuummmmm ... Jennifer moaned through her tightly pursed lips. She wouldn't let her brother ever know about this. She couldn't let her brother know what she had become, even though she had to accept it herself.
She felt as though she was, being torn apart by the thickness of Pete's cock, made to seem all the thicker now because of its being in her ass, instead of her cunt or her mouth, where she was more used to it. He pumped his hips back and forth, Jennifer silently moaning in pain and rapture as the hard thick piston fucked between the tight walls of her ass.
Nothing was going to stop Pete now. He rammed and fucked, lust and excitement surging through him. He was going to show this blonde cunt that he was here for a while. He liked the arrangement of having her any time he wanted ... and having free room and board as well. Oooohhhh ... he was going to make it big being with this wild bitch of a woman. He was going to have everything Alex had ... and have it better!
His body was covered with sweat and the musky odor of his sweat and the heady odor rising from Jennifer's battered loins drove him on. His straining cock was like the steel piston of a train, roaring back and forth ... deeper and deeper.
Jennifer couldn't think of anything but the fact that her ass was filled to the brim with Pete's cock. There was no pain ... not really. At least, none that she felt. The sight of her brother's penis sawing in and out of the young teen-ager's cunt was like an anesthetic, numbing her entire body to the ravishing going on in her tight little rectal passage. She was aware only of a delightfully warm burning sensation that washed through her body and made her clitoris tingle each and every time Pete's balls slapped against her passion flushed vaginal lips. This feeling began to ripple through her body with increasing clarity, and she felt as if she was melting, as if her whole body was bathed in voluptuous waves of pleasure that blotted out all reality and sent her into a dream world where nothing at all mattered or made any sense.
She was aware that Pete behind her was grunting and moaning, that her brother on the floor in front of her was heaving and panting, that her own body was approaching the orgasm Pete's cock in her ass was giving her. She felt the man behind her increase his tempo and plunge his swollen cock still deeper into her shuddering passage! He rammed and fucked back and forth, driven by a wild, unimaginable sensuality, and she received his iron blows with a gasping ecstasy.
Suddenly she was caught up in the whirling vortex of excitement as the sensations being generated in her body got the better of her mind. She felt extraordinary thrills surging through her loins, her body steaming with a heightened passion and sensuality....
And yet, even in this condition, she was able to concentrate her attention on what was happening to her brother on the floor ... able to watch and listen as he and the dark-haired young girl approached their orgasms together.
"Aaaaahhhh ... fuck it ... fuck it...." the teen-ager moaned in her mindless delight as she climbed toward the pinnacle of her release. She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring Steve on to greater heights with her passion-distorted mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full naked expanse of her openly upturned loins. Her eyes rolled madly, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release.
Suddenly, then, she howled, animalistically, "I ... I'm ... I'm there ... there ... Oooohhh ... GGGOOODDD! I'm there ... cumming ... cccccuuuummmmmmiinnngg!!"
The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, almost piercing the young boy's eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her wide-spread pussy flesh was presented to Steve's deeply fucking cock. Her ankles were locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, totally uninhibited dance of ecstasy, her cuntal walls tightly squeezing his cock as she climaxed screaming and moaning.
Steve wondered what was happening as he felt the warm, gushing juices of her orgasm seethe and flow around his madly thundering penis. He battered his body as hard as he could against hers and she locked herself up on his cock with all the power in her thighs, and her loins spasmed convulsively against his young sweating body.
And then he felt something that really took his breath away. A great swirl of heat was building, building in his climax-tightened balls. It was pressing against the tip of his cock as though holding there for some great release ... a release he wanted now more than life itself. And finally, the hot, sticky cum of his first orgasm began its frenzied rush from his sperm-bloated balls along the swollen under ridge of his cock. He began to spew out hot, thin streams up into her tightly sucking cunt in a seemingly never ending torrent, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of this incredible young teen-ager. He moaned out his ' last droplet an eternity later, and then he felt his cock begin to deflate and finally pull from the dark-haired girl's cunt with a soft suctioning noise, trailing thin gossamer strands of his semen along her naked belly as he rolled off her exhaustedly....
Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he wasn't sure what he should do now. His breath was coming in short, gasping spurts, as though he had just run all the way home from school, and he couldn't think of anything at all, except the warm feeling that was flowing through his body.
'So ... that's fucking!' his young mind said silently, over and over again. 'That's fucking ... that's fucking ... that's fucking. Shit! That's really nice!!!'
He didn't want to move. The feelings passing through his body, made all the more sensational by the laudanum he had drunk, were threatening to overpower him and send him into a world he had only read about in story books.
It seemed to Steve that he lay on the floor for ever, trying to catch his breath. The room seemed to be spinning around like a merry-go-round, with him riding one of the horses. He wanted to be like this forever, totally content and happy and....
There was a sound! Something that sounded like his sister!
GOD!
He had forgotten all about her. He lay on the floor with his eyes closed, suddenly brought back to the real world, afraid to open his eyes for fear that he might see her pretty blonde face standing over his. How could he have been so stupid? He remembered that Monica had been screaming her head off ... and that he had been making a lot of noise too. He never dreamed that something like that might wake his sister, but now....
Oooohhh ... he felt his face becoming red again ... red with the thought that his sister must at this very moment be looking at him without any clothes on. Oooohhh ... no! NO! That couldn't be! It just couldn't! How would he tell her what had happened? He wasn't all that sure himself. He wondered if she would be angry with him for drinking the wine ... for ... fucking on her living room floor....
He checked a tear of fear that welled up in his eyes and opened them slowly, seeing nothing but the ceiling.
With his eyes opened, though, he could better hear the sounds. Yes, they were coming from his sister. But they were panting sounds ... sounds like what she had been making the day before when she had Pete's cock in her mouth and he had found them.
He turned his head toward the source of the sounds, and his whole body stiffened when he saw her.
SHE WAS STANDING IN THE DOORWAY OF HER BEDROOM, DOUBLED OVER, HER LOVELY BLUE EYES OPEN BUT UNSEEING AS....
AS PETE FUCKED HER THERE ... BEHIND HER ... IN HER ASS!!!!!!
WAS SOMETHING LIKE THAT POSSIBLE??????
WAS IT POSSIBLE THAT WOMAN COULD BE FUCKED IN THE ASS???
A startled, disbelieving gasp burst from Steve's young throat as he lifted himself to a sitting position. He sat absolutely motionless for a long time. With one hand, he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things ... things caused by the laudanum, and he stared stupefied at the wild carnal sight his brain at first refused to comprehend.
There was no mistaking it. It was true. He was watching his sister taking a man's penis again. His lovely sweet sister was taking a man's cock in her ass.
So many thoughts passed through the young boy's mind that he couldn't sort them out. He could only stare as if hypnotized at the lascivious actions of his sister taking place.
But this was different than when he had seen her the first time. Then, yesterday, he hadn't fucked a woman, and he didn't really understand all that had been going on. Now that he had achieved an orgasm, his feelings were totally different. As he stared at his bent-over sister's near nakedness, a wild thought entered his brain. His eyes were fastened on her lovely twisted frame, the perfection of her body more able to register with him than it had before.
Oooohhh ... she was really beautiful ... really nice to look at. Her body was so beautiful and so different than Monica's that he really wanted to compare the two women. He could see his sister's lush blonde pubic hair, and he knew it would be soft and pleasing to the touch. He knew what her pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock and squeezing and milking it.
Abruptly, insanely, his young penis began to grow again, springing erect from his hairless loins and rising quickly as he stared at the lewdness.
WOW! OOOOOHHHH WOW!
He started to rise, then he stopped mid-way. She was still looking at him, but it didn't appear to him as though she saw him. The expression in her face was that of total and unbridled lust, as though she wasn't even sure where she was, let alone that he was looking at her.
It was true! Jennifer was so caught up in the passion being brought about by Pete's cock in her ass that she no longer noticed her brother. The power in her mounting orgasm blotted out everything but those sensations taking place within her own body. She could feel her internal fires roaring and roaring, as though she was going to explode with the pressure her muscles were holding back....
And then....
And then she was there! The ass-fucking she was receiving had brought her over the top and she opened her mouth to emit a loud cry of her delight, no longer able to control her silence....
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! I'M CCCCCCUUUUMMMMMIIINNNGG!!" she wailed out, her head thrown back and her voice sounding for all the world like a female animal yelling in the wild. "I'M CCCCUUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNGG!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
As she cried out, Pete felt his own body begin to respond to her mounting orgasm. He could feel the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his freely hanging, throbbing balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning seed! He was cumming too!
"Oooooohhh ... here it comes, woman. I'm cumming in your ass!" he cried, feeling himself ready to shoot his mighty load like a cannon into her hot, steaming anus.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH ... WWWOOOMMMAAANNN!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, delighted, totally delighted that he was fucking her like this. He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged penis shot out the torrent of white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the lava like fluid boiling and surging like a mighty river into her loins and seeming to spread out through her entire body. On and on it came, a never ending rocket-load of turbulent gism. Pete could feel it streaming through his long, thick cock and gushing through the charged rubbery head.
He felt wildly excited shooting his boiling cum into Jennifer's ass like this, and an ancient primitive exaltation consumed him as he released his white, scalding sperm into her ass hole.
As she felt Pete's sperm flowing through her backside, Jennifer was herself consumed in the lust of the act, but as the stream of his cum actually came to an end, she found that she was regaining some control of herself. Bit by bit, reason returned to her, and with reason came an awareness.
Her unseeing eyes became focused again, and a blurry form appeared in front of them. Little by little, the form took shape. It looked like a human, half-sitting, half-standing, looking back at her. It was a small human ... a male, and as the form took a more distinctive shape, she began to recognize it for who it was.
IT WAS STEVE!!! HE WAS STARING AT HER, HIS MOUTH HANGING OPEN, HIS OWN EYES BULGING AS HE WATCHED HER TAKE THE TOWERING PENIS OF PETE INTO HER ASS!!!
Even as she continued to undulate her hips back and forth, trying to take every precious drop of Pete's semen into her body, her mind told her that her worst fears had been realized. Her brother, her wonderful, sweet, innocent brother, was watching her being sodomized, and even though she herself had seen him lose his virginity, she wished she could have spared him this view of the type of woman she had become!
CHAPTER FIVE
Brother and sister stared at each other, both of them knowing the truth ... that each was totally aware of the other ... that each had seen the other's actions. Steve gaped at his sister's gyrating form, wondering if there was something he should say. Jennifer looked at the sweet confused face of her younger brother, wanting to tell him everything that was on her mind ... wanting to tell him about the loneliness she had been through.
But neither could speak. There were no words forming in either mind.
Steve was the first to find his strength, and he started to rise and walk to his sister. He wanted to tell her that he understood what she was feeling now. He wanted to tell her that no matter what she did, she was still his sister, and he loved her.
But he couldn't think of the words. As he slowly walked across the room, his erect penis advancing before him, he felt Monica's hand on his shoulder.
"Doesn't that look like fun?" she asked in a teasing voice. "I think I'd like it if you did that to me."
But Steve didn't hear her. He was aware of only two things.
One was his sister's lovely face, her gasping mouth open as Pete continued to batter up into her ass with the last of his strength. Her blue eyes were bright, not with lust this time, but with something else, a warmth, a love that only a brother could recognize in his sister. If she had changed in the two years she had been away from home, so had he. Even as he stood and watched her finishing her climax, time stood still while the memories of the times they had shared in another world whipped through his mind. He hadn't understood many of the things she did for him then, as he was too young and too inexperienced. But having just fucked Monica, he could see the love his sister had shown him then.
The other thing of which he was aware was the recurrence of the throbbing in his cock. It began to ache again, and he could feel his recently emptied balls again filling up with his young seed. As he looked at his sister staring at him, the beauty of her body filled his young mind with a thousand visions ... visions that included him and his sister and no one else ... visions of his sister's body filled to the brim with his penis ... her body accepting the cum he could now give her in love ... the deep and spiritual love that can only exist between brother and sister.
Something filtered through his mind ... something so simple and so clear that he wondered why he had never thought of it before. He could show his sister that love. He could love his sister in a way he never could before. His face, at first blank and devoid of every expression but shock, was suddenly filled with the awareness of what he could do. There was no thought of right or wrong. Love between two people is not bounded by the strange and all too narrow-minded morality often imposed upon it by an unthinking society. The greatest expression of love was now available to both Jennifer and Steve, and it was the younger boy who decided that the time had come to express that love.
Jennifer could see the seeds of understand ripple across her brother's face. A mute message passed between them, a bond of love so powerful that it demanded immediate consummation in the strictest physical sense, a love that was greater than any between merely a man and a woman attracted to each other by needs and desires. Jennifer could see that love in her brother's face, and she understood what it meant. She had that same feeling and understanding. It was something Steve would never have been able to express until he had found out what the joys of sexual pleasure were. Now that he knew, he understood that these joys should be reserved for someone who could return them.
Jennifer herself understood something about the way she had been living for the last two days. No wonder she needed so much of Pete's cock. There was no love between her and the dark-haired man whose cock was beginning to slip from her tightly constricting ass, and since there was no love, all the passion he was able to bring her was but a hollow satisfaction. The more she needed love, the more she tried to fill that need with pure lust, and the more starved she was!
The young boy, so recently turned into a man, could see all of this in his sister's lovely blue eyes, and he shrugged Monica's hands off his shoulder and continued walking toward his sister. She was doubled over, her face level with his young loins. Steve looked down at her golden covered head, knowing that there was no one as beautiful as Jennifer. He held his massive cock as if it were an offering to her, his beloved, the aching secreting knob only inches away from her soft, wet, pink lips. She contoured her body and lifted her head up to him, and he stared into her face, a low moan escaping his dry lips.
I understand what has happened to you, his look told her. I understand what has happened, and I know that you and I are meant for each other. I want to give you my penis. I want you to take it into your mouth. I want to show you the love I can give you. I want to feel my sperm flowing into your tight throat and in your pussy and every part of you. I want you to take every inch of your brother into you.
"Jen...." he moaned in a whisper that only he and the blonde girl were able to hear. "Jen ... open your mouth and take my penis inside."
At that moment, Pete's powerful grip on her hips was released, and her whole body fell forward, her luscious lips wrapping themselves around the hardened thickness of Steve's throbbing cock. With a fluid motion that defied all the laws of gravity, she brought her hands up to his trim, sweet young waist and gently lowered both their bodies to the floor. Steve immediately stretched out and spread his legs wide as Jennifer knelt up between them, the searing shaft of her brother's cock deeply implanted all the way into her throat. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his pre-cum against her lips, felt the heavy, bloated head of her brother's penis against the roof of her mouth.
"Steve ... Steve...." Monica moaned as she saw the very cock she wanted so much disappearing up into the mouth of this blonde woman who should have been totally satisfied with the anal fucking she had just received.
But neither Steve nor Jennifer seemed to hear her, and she was left alone. Seeing everything that had happened between Pete and Jennifer had made her cunt all tingly again, and she wanted something in it that would make her feel better. Her fingers dangled lightly in her cuntal down, but as she saw Steve laying flat on his back with his cock in his sister's mouth, she had an idea.
Walking over to the young boy, she straddled his head with her feet, and looked down at Steve's mindlessly contorted face to make sure her aim was correct.
Steve couldn't believe the sensations his sister's mouth was having on his cock. GOD! She was swirling her tongue around and around it, taking the entire throbbing shaft .into her throat as she lowered her head to his hairless loins! His cock was enveloped in a tight warmth that felt a million times better than Monica's pussy had ... better, because this was his sister doing it to him ... his sister who loved him, and whom he could love in return. His eyes were tightly shut as he neared his second breaking point, and he gritted his teeth, wanting to make this last as long as he could.
Suddenly, his face was surrounded by a wet tickling mass of flesh pressing down on him, covering his nose and mouth and rubbing insistently against him. For a moment confusion reigned as he opened his eyes.
He couldn't believe what he saw! There, mere inches away from his mouth, was the darkly glistening pussy of the young girl he had just fucked, her clear, thick vaginal juices still visible. Monica had planted her wet open pussy on his mouth! It was grasping, eager, demanding to be licked, just as his own cock was being orally fucked by his sister.
For a moment, Steve didn't know what to do. He really wanted to be fucking his sister without anyone from the outside world entering theirs. But he had learned so much so quickly from the dark-haired wanton that he was certain he could learn more. Instinctively his tongue shot out and he tasted the warm piquant juices of Monica's eagerly throbbing cunt. His hands left the tangled mass of his sister's blonde hair and reached under the girl's slender young thighs to dig sensuously into her darkly matted fleece, and his tongue set to work diligently on the throbbing pink flesh rimming his nose and mouth. Jennifer was still swirling her tongue around the head and base of his cock, shooting tidal waves of pleasure up and down the young boy's spine.
Nobody at school ever talked about taking care of two girls at once, he thought as he licked and slavered over Monica's vagina, tasting the flowing lubrication, slapping and darting his tongue in a new-found ecstasy or oral stimulation.
Jennifer lifted up her head to see what had caused her brother's sudden passionate writhing, and she saw the lust-contorted face of the young girl who had brought about the change in her brother. Not wanting to be outdone by her, Jennifer removed her mouth from her brother's cock and lifted herself up to her knees, facing Monica. With a blinding flash, she positioned her vagina over the towering nine year old penis, spread her cuntal flanges with her own fingers and lowered herself on his penis.
"Oooooooooo ... she moaned as she felt Steve's blunt, thick cock spread apart the walls of her vagina. "Uuuuuummmmm ..
She was filled again ... filled to the brim by the massiveness of her brother's penis in her vagina. Her motion was so swift that Steve was aware of the change only when he managed to get a glimpse of his sister's lovely, full thighs around his waist.
The two women faced each other, their breasts rubbing against each other's as they bounced and gyrated over the young boy ... Monica tossing her head back and looking mindlessly at the ceiling and Jennifer lowering her head down, reaching out and supporting herself on Monica's softly rounded shoulders. The only two women in young Steve's life were thus joined to each other through his body ... his incredible young body and the sheer pleasure he was able to bring both of them at the same time.
Jennifer's mind was seething with passion and love. She wished there was something she could do to this young girl facing her that would show her how much she appreciated her for making this possible with her brother.
Then she had it. It wasn't much, but it was all she could do. She removed her hands from Monica's lovely petite shoulders and brought them down her sides to her breasts, cupping the delightfully bobbing mounds and pinching her hardened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. In all her life, Jennifer had never touched another woman's breasts, and she was surprised at how nice they felt. She caressed Monica's breasts carefully, lovingly, cupping them in the softness of her palms and stroking them lightly. She was rewarded by an increasing of the moans the young wanton was making ... and then found that her own breasts were being touched and cupped and squeezed by Monica, her own nipples pinched, sending increasing rivers of lubrication to her vagina, where her brother's cock was fucking in and out deeper and deeper up into her belly.
Steve was in another world. He was seeing things for the first time and delighting in them. He could see Monica's swelling little clitoris as it nestled between her thin protective vaginal lips. He could see the small star-like hole guarding the vaginal entrance and he plunged his tongue into it, making the young girl scream with delight. He swept his tongue along the full length of Monica's loins, diving into her wet folds, traveling searingly into her softly waving pubic curls.
Lingering over the tiny red tip of the young girl's wildly excited clitoris, he grasped it between his teeth and teased it, swirling around and around with his tongue. He was totally revelling in his new found power, the strange unexpected pleasure of having a woman's cunt over his mouth. He heard Monica sighing blissfully above him, and Jennifer's gasping a little farther down as he arched his hips and bobbed his head, his young, lithe body bending and thrashing like a snake's as he worked over the two women. He was enmeshed in a wild, naked trio of writhing bodies and he loved it! He loved it!
He kissed and slathered in Monica's warmly scented pussy, feeling the soft quivering fringes of her cunt flesh ring her nose and mouth, and he felt his sister's body bouncing up and down in time with his own undulations. Even though he was underneath both women, he commanded them. His head moved up, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into Monica's wildly thrashing loins while Jennifer hoisted her own hips, pulling her vagina along his towering penis. He could feel Jennifer's vaginal walls clinging desperately to the thickness of his young cock as she moved up, and he felt her walls flower open and accept his fullness as she lowered herself back down, her pussy hair brushing against his naked loins. He could feel Monica's cunt do the same thing to his tongue, felt her smooth thighs holding his head still as her vaginal walls slipped tightly around his hot, wet organ.
Both women were panting heavily as they moved their own bodies up and down like twin pistons on an engine and fondled each other's breasts. Jennifer lowered her face as much as she could and lifted one of Monica's smaller breasts to her mouth, darting out with her tongue and lashing at the swollen nipple, taking it between her teeth and biting it, making the younger, darker girl scream with passion and squeal with delight. They were madly increasing momentum, a frenzied, headlong velocity charged their frantic movements, and together they felt the gathering, swelling energy of approaching orgasm;
Monica's mouth was open, her head thrown back, and she strained every muscle in her young being to reach climax.
"Oooohhh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... I'm almost there ... I'm almost there ... keep sucking my cunt ... I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... ccccuuuuuummmmmmmiiinnnggg ...!!! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH ...!!!"
And Monica was climaxing, her hips grinding mercilessly into Steve's young face, making it hard for him to breathe. For the second time that morning, the young girl had been given an orgasm by the sweet young boy she had thought would never amount to much.
She continued to pound her loins against Steve's trapped mouth, her vaginal juices washing over his face and bathing him in her liquid lust, creating a glowing sheen of passion on his nose and mouth, her smooth inner thighs wet with saliva and her own pussy secretions.
Then, her cumming was over, and she rolled off the young boy, her breath coming in short, gasping pants, her entire body covered with sweat and her cum.
His face suddenly free, Steve was able to focus all his attention on his sister's wildly bobbing body over his cock. Removed of her support, Jennifer lowered her body as she sat on her brother's penis, pressing her lips tightly to his cum-soaked mouth. Her ass cheeks slapped at his thighs as she moved with all her strength, and she tossed and turned her head this way and that, breathing as deeply as she could to maintain her strength and reach her own orgasm.
Steve reached up and his hands took the place of Monica's on Jennifer's breasts. He kneaded the soft, dancing mounds of his sister's breasts and pinched her nipples so hard that she cried out in near pain.
"Oooohh ... fuck me harder ... harder ... hard, you sweet brother!" she cried mindlessly, wriggling her body around and around in little circles as she hoisted and lowered her hips, sending her brother's cock as deeply into her body as it could go.
They timed their movements perfectly, Steve's body thrusting up and into her cunt as she lowered her hips over him, then each moving away from the other on the outstroke as they both prepared for another fucking lunge.
"Keep fucking ... fucking ... I'm almost there ... there ... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ... CUUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
Then her body was thrashing out of control, flailing like a belly dancer's, her naked cunt pounding down against the wildly laboring youth's loins, and her head was tossing back as she opened her mouth to utter a silent scream of sheer joy and love.
Seeing her like this was the trigger that brought about Steve's own orgasm. He felt, as he had earlier, a building pressure in his cock, and he gritted his teeth to hold it back as long as possible. Finally, it was too much even for his virile young muscular body, and he felt the stream of his sperm dam up against the head of his throbbing penis....
And rush into his sister's cunt as though all hell had broken loose. Again and again he filled Jennifer's blonde-rimmed pussy with bullet-like spurts of his scalding semen, each one flooding her vaginal slit completely. He could feel his heated wetness gushing out of the tiny slit at the head of his cock and wash against Jennifer's own flowing love-fluids. The mixture flowed through Jen's wide-stretched vaginal flanges and pooled around Steve's loins in a warm, friendly, wet puddle of passion and love.
Neither Jennifer nor Steve could say anything. For one thing, they were simply too tired, each having experienced two orgasms in such a short time.
But the other reason was far more deep and filled with strange and wonderful implications. Each knew that they had found, in the other, a perfect partner. Jennifer let her body fall to the floor next to her brother, and he circled his arm around her naked waist, drawing her tight against him. She kissed him lovingly on his cheek ... and then again on his lips. He returned her kiss, looking into her blue eyes and seeing nothing there but compassion and love ... the love they had shared when they were both younger. It was the same love as then, only now it was revealed differently, and both knew that it was a love that would never end.
They looked at each other for a long while, and the whole world seemed to stand still, as it will around people who are in love.
Then Jennifer felt rough hands grabbing at her naked waist and trying to pull her away from Steve. She looked with irritation to the source, and saw that it was Pete, his face split in a huge grin of happiness.
"Well, woman," he said, pulling tightly at her as she stiffened to resist him. "Looks like the three of us are going to be having a lot of fun from now on."
Jennifer narrowed her eyes at him, as though she didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Sure, love," Pete explained. "You, me and that kid brother. The three of us are really going to live it up. I would never have thought that he had it in him, and I'm sure that if he's a good little boy, I'll let him have a share of your ass now and then. At the moment, I'm all set for more fucking."
"So am I," Jennifer said as she pulled herself away from Pete's grasp, "but not with you."
"Don't give me any lip, woman," Pete snapped at her, not liking this withdraw. "I won't have any of it."
"So leave," Jennifer told him casually, coldly, and without any hesitation.
Pete stared at her, not believing that, after all they had done to each other, she could say something like that.
"You watch it, cunt," he snapped. "If you don't get those lips of yours around this cock of mine, I'll bring the police here and have them tear this place apart. They'll find that shit your man left and . .
"Yeah ... about that," Jennifer said as she stood up and walked into her bedroom where she had hidden it. "You mean this, right?"
She held up the plastic bag containing the opium Alex had left in the apartment. Pete, Monica and Steve watched her, not knowing what she was planning to do with it.
"I used to think that the only way I could live without Alex was to use this," she said. "And I thought I needed as much of your cock as I could get." She pointed a finger at Pete, who made a feeble effort to reach for the bag. She held it away from him. "You just hold your horses, Pete. You can have this. But not just yet."
Pete looked, not at her, but at the bag. He had been doing some thinking since he'd been at the apartment, and he was pretty sure he would be able to sell the contents for something like a cool thousand ... and all profit.
"Yeah, well, I don't need you anymore, Pete. I was thinking about what I had become this morning, and I didn't like it, but I didn't see any way out of it. Now that I have Steve," she turned to her brother and smiled. "Now that I have Steve, I'm certain that I can make my life what it used to be with Alex ... better, in fact."
"Hey, Jenny love, about that bag," Pete said, taking a step toward her.
She smiled and backed into her bedroom. "Suppose you come and get it."
Then she turned and ran, and for a moment, Pete hesitated. Then he realized that she was running toward the window. Even before he entered the room, she had opened the window and was holding the bag over the sill.
"You want this real bad, don't you?" she teased.
"Jen, you mother fucking cunt. There's close to a thousand dollars in that bag. I'll ... I'll split it with you. Fifty-fifty. Fuck that. Sixty for you, forty for me."
"I don't want any of it. You can have it all," she teased, her face broken with a huge, ear to ear grin. "All you have to do is...." She stopped as though she were waiting for something.
"All I have to do is what?"
"All you have to do is go down there and get it!" she smiled as she turned the bag up side down and spilled the loose powder into the wind.
Pete's mouth hit the floor and he watched the white powder float out in a billowing cloud.
"If you hurry, I'll bet you can still sweep some of it up," Jen suggested.
"Yeah ... YEAH!!" Pete said, actually taking her seriously. Without remembering that he was totally naked, he bolted from her bedroom and ran out of the apartment. As soon as he was gone, Jennifer closed and locked the door. "Wanna see something funny?" she asked the two young people staring in amazement at her. "Come into the bedroom and look out the window."
The three of them raced to see what was happening on the street below, and all of them laughed as they saw a naked Pete trying desperately to clean up what he could from the sidewalk with his hands. He was carefully making a little pile, and he was so intent on what he was doing that he failed to notice several people staring at him. This may be New York City, but even a naked man making a little pile on the sidewalk was a little strange.
And then a police car pulled up, and two uniformed police men were on either side of Pete before he noticed them. Jennifer, Steve and Monica could hear everything that was said between Pete and the cops, and were especially glad when one of the cops noticed that Pete was a man they had been looking for, for quite some time.
"Yooooouuuuuu...." Jen called from her window, hanging out enough so that her breasts were clearly visible to the police men looking up. "I think he might want these," she called, tossing down Pete's pants.
Pete was about to make an obscene gesture when the police grabbed his wrists and put the handcuffs on. The three people in Jennifer's bedroom watched the car speed away. Then they fell onto her bed, laughing as hard as they could.
When they were able to breathe, Jennifer turned to Monica.
"I don't think I caught your name," she said, remembering that it was mostly Monica's total wantonness that had made her free and able to love her brother.
"Monica," the dark-haired girl answered. "I really wish you had saved some of that stuff, though. I didn't like Pete, but opium is hard to get."
"I know it is," Jennifer said, "but believe me, there are better things in life than that. Take Steve here."
She tossed her head in the direction of her younger brother, and a silent message passed between the two women. Jennifer gave a little wink, and Monica understood. She nodded once, and then both girls fell against him, each reaching for his cock and trying to take it into their mouths. Monica succeeded, and Jennifer decided that she would have her cunt licked by the sweet young boy.
As she felt his tongue lashing into her vagina, Jennifer wondered what would become of the trio. Certainly she would be seeing a lot more of Monica. She liked the younger girl. There was a spirit about her that made her fun.
As for Steve ... well, he was going to be with her for a month, and maybe longer. Perhaps she would be able to persuade her parents that Steve should come and live with her. That would be so nice. But even if she couldn't, she was going to have him for the rest of the summer, and she was determined that she wasn't going to waste a second.
